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Benjamin Young arrived right on schedule.

"Your books, sir," he said rather breathlessly as he clomped down the steps of the potions lab.

Wordlessly, Severus stepped forward and took the package, not letting a hint of embarrassment cross his face. In a quick, fluid motion, he cast a memory modification spell on the boy, changing the subject matter of the books to that of Herbology. "That will be all for now."

Young blinked, bowed, and left.

Severus waited until the time allotted for visitors had passed, then headed for the kitchen. There, after he had cooked lunch and dosed Potter's mangoes, he unwrapped the books he'd ordered on gay sex. If he were to be forced to rape Potter regularly, he would do it as gently as possible. Even if the Dark Lord hadn't forbidden harm to come to Potter, he did not want a repeat of what had happened in the throne room.

As Potter, even plied with calming potions, wouldn't permit him in the same room, he'd have to use additional potions so he would be able to go anywhere near the boy. He pulled out a scroll and wrote, 'Potions', and 'Techniques'. Under potions he wrote, 'Calming Potions', then turned to the first book in his pile for ideas.

The key to anal sex is relaxation.

That would be difficult. He wrote 'Muscle Relaxant' on the scroll, under the Potions section, along with 'Aphrodisiac' and 'Analgesic'. He refused to consider Love Potions. Potter would be turned even more gormless than usual.

Begin with gentle touches to the outside of the anus using fingers or your tongue. His tongue? Not a chance. If you use your fingers, use lube. Remember, when it comes to anal sex, it is impossible to use too much lube. To the right of 'Techniques', he wrote 'Lubrication' and underlined it twice.

Once your partner adjusts to the sensation, carefully insert a single finger, paying close attention to your partner for any sign of discomfort. After insertion, give your partner time to adjust to the first finger before adding a second. If necessary, apply more lube before you add more fingers. Three fingers are normally sufficient to properly open an anus. Some individuals like to use butt plugs or dildos of increasing size. Remember, if you use dildos, make certain to hold onto the dildo the entire time. Unlike the vagina, the anus will swallow items whole, leaving them trapped inside and making them difficult to remove.

Under 'Techniques', he wrote 'One, two, then three fingers. Plenty of lube. No objects.'

He read every single book, but the message was basically the same amongst them: go slow, use lube, and give the anus time to adjust. None of the potions he needed were ones he didn't already have on hand - even the aphrodisiac, which he'd never used before. After fetching the necessary potions from his lab and mixing them into Potter's food, he returned to the lab to perfect the ultimate lube. He needed something with a muscle relaxant and an analgesic mixed into it, but only if he could somehow be certain those properties wouldn't interfere with his erection. Perhaps he could brew a potion that ignored his body or only responded to Potter's? Maybe he could brew a salve to prevent absorption into his penis?

He lacked consent from Potter to any form of sexual activity, but he'd long ago learnt that seemingly insurmountable tasks were best handled one problem at a time. Besides, if everything worked according to plan, he wouldn't need Potter's agreement.

Once he'd finished the lube, he headed to Potter's cage, where he Summoned food and placed a few drops of a wakefulness potion on Potter's lips.

Leaving the cage, he waited in the library until Potter woke, finished his meal, then returned to his bed, the mild sedative kicking in. When what would happen next could be attributed to a nightmare, Severus popped open the mild aphrodisiac potion he'd implanted in his arm and, after closing his eyes, entered Potter's cage.

Potter lay face down on his bed, his breath coming deep and even.

Severus slid off his outer robe, carefully draping it over the chair. He breathed deeply, then pulled the crimson sheet off of Potter's unconscious body. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Potter before gently flipping him onto his back.

Blinking slowly, Potter made a half-snore noise. When his sleepy eyes came into focus on the face in front of him, they widened. Severus had never thought that Potter could look at him with the same terror as he did at Lucius.

"Shhh," he said gently, stroking his fingers through Potter's hair. Unable to look at those terrified eyes, he focused his attention on the body before him that he was somehow supposed to find attractive. "There will be no pain. I don't want to hurt you." He slid his hands down Potter's body and gently worked up the shirt, exposing the small, pale torso.

An odd, small noise filled the air and Severus realised that Potter was trying to speak around the sleeping potion and heavy muscle relaxant. "If you relax, it will be easier. If I don't take you, Avery will." He shifted to the side to work off Potter's bottoms. The aphrodisiac must have been in full effect, for Potter's disproportionately large prick sprang free. For being so unimpressive while flaccid, the boy's manhood more than made up for his small stature.

He spread Potter's limp legs, Summoned the lubrication to himself, and cast the necessary spells. After coating his fingers, he pushed up one of Potter's legs enough to give him access. As carefully as he could, he pressed his index finger up against Potter's anus and pressed inside. With the muscle relaxant and the lube, it sank in easily. Potter made a strangled sound and Severus stared at his fingers. He had to focus. He had to get this done.

Even with the muscle relaxant and the lube leaving the boy so relaxed he could probably slip his cock inside without any pain, Severus carefully worked him open as if he were still a virgin. He waited until three fingers fit easily, then withdrew them to work at his cock. He'd been unable to figure out a way to have the lubrication only act on Potter's body, so even with the aphrodisiac, the numbing properties of the muscle relaxant and analgesic made it difficult to stay hard. Still, with the amount he'd used, he should be able to stay hard, even when he could feel nothing but revulsion.

That was the theory at least. He stroked himself.

And stroked himself.

Bloody hell. He couldn't pump himself full of aphrodisiacs, as they tended to cause mental instability, but nothing about Potter's male teen body appealed to him in the slightest. To pretend his delay had a reason behind it, he cast a shaving spell over Potter's arse crack, removing the dark curls entirely.

Slightly better, but still, the leg hair left much to be desired. When he thought about it, he knew it could be worse. Potter could have been one of those men afflicted with carpets of chest and back hair. Other than the small sprinkle on his chest, Potter's torso remained blessedly free of hair, except for the axillary and groin regions. Still, even if Potter had kept himself as shaved as a licentious woman, the flat chest and thick cock and balls made it very difficult to transpose a scrumptious female body over the scrawny male one.

Shit, he should have thought this out better. He couldn't exactly flip Potter over, not with the muscle relaxant. He could tie him, but he would have to be extremely careful, as with the level of drugs in Potter's body, the boy might not even be able to hold his head up straight.

In his distraction, he glanced up at Potter's face. Fear. More than he'd ever seen before. He blackened the eyes with "Obscuro!".

How was he ever going to get through this?

Maybe if he gave Potter pleasure this would feel less like rape. Gingerly, swallowing back his revulsion, he wrapped his left hand around the reddened prick. He'd never touched another penis before and it felt odd - wrong - in his hand even though he knew, logically, it matched his own. Slowly, he pulled down the foreskin the rest of the way, revealing the thick head. The noise emerging from Potter's throat sounded more encouraging than any he'd heard so far, so he moved his right hand over his own cock as he worked Potter's, replicating the actions he liked.

It didn't take long. He'd given the boy a heavy dose, and a few good strokes were all he needed before Potter's cock pulsed in his hand and semen spattered out on Potter's torso.

Success!

He tugged more firmly on himself and, once he was hard and lubed enough, pushed his way inside Potter's arse.

Although he had used plenty of lube and fingered him, he still moved slowly, not wanting to cause the boy any pain. Once he'd buried himself balls deep, he glanced at Potter's torso, intending to watch his chest for signs of breathing problems. Instead, he caught a glimpse of Potter's face.

Light reflected off the moisture running down the side of Potter's cheek, catching on his ear and pooling on the sheet beside him, staining it a dark red.

He couldn't do this. He couldn't rape a crying child.

Gently, he pulled out. He cleaned Potter off, inside and out, the best he could, leaving the tears alone. He moved to the side and closed Potter's legs. Tenderly, he touched Potter's face, trying to show him he meant no harm. "I won't hurt you any more tonight," he promised. Standing, he cleaned himself off and tucked away his penis. "I never wanted to. I only did it to try to protect you from Avery." How would he ever find a way to have sex with Potter? He'd have to think of some excuse for the Dark Lord.

As gently and non-invasively as he could, he dressed Potter and tucked him back under his sheets. Moisture still shone on the boy's face, but he'd stopped crying.

He pulled out his wand and removed the blinding spell, trying not to think about how Potter's tortured gaze made his chest feel like ice. Holding Potter's chin in his hand, he waited until Potter blinked his reddened eyes open, then cast "Obliviate!"

Once he was certain that Potter wouldn't remember the event, he gave the suggestion, "Sleep," and Potter obediently closed his eyes.

Severus left the cage and headed to his room to talk to one of his few remaining allies.

When Albus appeared, Severus said, "The Dark Lord expects me to rape him again, yet I have no desire to allow that act to be a staple in the throne room."

His expression grim, Albus took his seat. "Are you certain that is what the Dark Lord expects?"

Severus sighed. He had debated that very question so many times since the Dark Lord's letter had arrived. "I believe so. He hasn't outright said those words, but if I show permanent sexual interest in the boy, I can better prevent others from abusing him. It would seem odd if I ignored him except when others wished to use him. If I must rape him, I imagine that Potter would rather be abused in private than in front of an audience. Therefore, I should do so before the Dark Lord arrives in order to prevent a repeat of two nights ago. Even beyond that, if I am to abuse the boy between the Dark Lord's visits, I can focus on that display when I allow the Dark Lord in my mind, distracting him from other memories."

Albus sat back in his chair and, for the first time since Severus had met him, looked utterly defeated. "He hasn't touched Billy Budd?"

"No, and he'll probably just tear it to pieces as he did with his mother's book." Never mind that Severus had later rescued, repaired, and replaced it with a copy.

"Why don't you try talking to him?"

Albus suffered from the illusion that Potter actually listened to a single thing Severus said. "The moment he sees me, he attempts to attack me or destroy his surroundings. Sometimes both at once. I don't dare give him any more calming potions."

"You could constrain him and-"

"Constrain a rape victim?" Severus raised an imperial eyebrow. Really, that Albus had suggested such an obviously bad idea was a sign of how far they'd fallen.

Albus sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Perhaps you should tell him about the origins of the mythology book."

"If he taunts me over it, I'll hurt him. I won't be able to stop myself." He couldn't even think about it without a burst of rage boiling through his gut.

"For destroying what belonged to his mother?"

He didn't want this conversation, but Albus's comments couldn't pass without correction. "He's not my son. I've devoted my life to him. That is more than he deserves."

Closing his eyes, Albus leant back in his chair. "Give him some time."

"The Dark Lord returns in two days, Albus. Maybe even tomorrow." He ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. "I don't have time."

"Just try talking to him."

Albus was useless. Severus picked up the portrait and shrank it before shoving it back in his robes. He headed back towards his lab. He might not be able to figure out how to improve his relationship with Potter, but he could figure out how to improve his potions. Perhaps if he found a way to speed up the clone work, he could claim the importance of his work kept him busy.

And then the Dark Lord could allow Avery to rape Potter.

One thing at a time. He had to improve the Sex Potion, or he’d never be able to rape Potter.

He worked on the potion until he saw Potter pick up Billy Budd and rip out a page. Just as he’d thought; Potter destroyed everything around him.

Not wanting to see his last chance at reconciliation slowly torn to pieces, Severus turned away from the mirror and focused on the Clone Potion.

He waited until Potter fell asleep before he returned to the boy's cage to examine his wounds and feed him. His earlier rape attempt had left no marks, which meant that the potions and lube worked perfectly when it came to Potter's physical needs. He sighed to himself. He faced an impossible task. How on earth was he supposed to convince his rape victim to willingly have sex, at least whilst it was occurring?

As he pulled the covers back over Potter, something white caught his eye. Potter had smoothed out sheets from Billy Budd, which likely meant that he'd read it. Hurriedly, Severus reached into his pocket and pulled out a stimulant. He placed a few drops on the inside of Potter's lips and left for the library.

It would look suspicious if he entered the cage so soon after Potter woke, so he waited a few minutes before entering.

Potter sat on his bed and, for the first time since the rape, his face remained free of hate upon seeing Severus. He looked, if anything, confused. Softly, he said, "I read the book."

Yes! Reading, of course, was a long way from understanding, but it was a start and the first step forward in a long time. Severus said, "I had originally intended to give it to you to read later. Did you understand it?"

Pressing his lips together, Potter wrinkled his brow and he frowned at Severus's shoes. Then he nodded. "I think so. There were a lot of words I didn't know. But . . . Billy is a handsome soldier who is very innocent. He ends up on a ship with Captain Vere and Claggart, who hates him for some reason. Claggart accuses Billy of mutiny and Billy hits Claggart and kills him. Vere says that Billy has to be hanged because of the law and they hang Billy."

Thank Merlin the boy wasn't as stupid as he often acted. "It may be helpful to understand that Billy was completely innocent in killing Claggart." He moved closer to the bars, wishing that Potter could read his mind as easily as the Dark Lord could. "Captain Vere did not want to execute Billy. He hated what he had done to Billy until the day he died. He had no knowledge of Claggart's ill will towards Billy and desperately wished he had known of it earlier so that he could have protected Billy rather than harming him. As it was, Claggart's actions forced him to take a path he never would have embarked on if it had been left entirely up to him. You may blame Vere for the death of Billy, but I blame Claggart because he forced Vere to hurt Billy."

Potter's eyes flickered up to Severus's face. "So you-"

Swiftly, Severus stopped him with a hand. He had to build the alliance and, in order to do that, the Dark Lord needed to remain their common enemy. "I'd still like to test your reading comprehension before we speak about this further."

Frowning, Potter stared at Severus's chest. Then the furrow between his brows eased and he nodded. "I still don't think what he did was right. He could've helped Billy. There must have been something else he could've done to Billy besides . . .”

Raping you?

"Killing him." His jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on Severus's chest. "It's his fault that Billy died."

If you had only seen what I've seen Avery do. "While I agree with you that what Vere allowed wasn't right, did he really have a choice? The law was very specific in its instructions and Vere did not know if he had an actual possible mutiny on his hands, or if Claggart was lying completely. Even if there hadn't been one planned, allowing a man who killed a superior officer to escape the punishment ordered by the law would probably have encouraged possible mutineers and destabilised order. You must remember that a ship is a very different environment than a typical one, and all individuals involved must play certain parts that they don't wish to play in order to prevent actions which would undoubtedly result in total destruction."

Potter didn't interrupt and Severus explained as best he could. "I believe that what Vere did was necessary in his particular situation. Melville's work is often interpreted as Vere failing Billy by his focus on law, order, and reason, instead of following his own heart. Vere is often seen as neglecting his true duty. While I believe that it is important to not be so tied up by the letter of the law that we neglect to do what is morally right in most circumstances, I believe that in times of war and other conflict, it is sometimes necessary to perform actions which are morally repugnant."

He shifted closer to the bars, willing that Potter would listen to him for once in his short, reckless life. "This is part of why I believe that the 'perfect hero' is an unobtainable ideal. Not that one would consider Captain Vere or any other persons associated with him to be heroic, but duty and morality become conflicted for any soldier, especially a heroic one. Have you understood what I've said thus far?"

Potter nodded. "I think so. It's very different from what I've always been told. I thought heroes had to try to always do what is right."

"I should think that they would try to avoid doing things which are objectionable as much as possible but also be prepared to commit the worst sin imaginable if it means that a much greater good would prevail." Like convincing you to give your life to save the world. "If you take nothing else from the book, then realise why Billy was destroyed. He was too innocent and unable to see evil when everyone around him was pointing it out to him."

"I don't think I can really be considered innocent anymore." Potter gave a little snort.

He was still just a child, a young martyr who hadn't experienced the depth of the depravity of his captors. "You are not nearly as innocent as Billy, but some purity still remains in you. I trust you have learned by now to identify evil and would recognise a need to destroy it before it destroys you."

"Yeah." Potter's eyes flickered, the fire returning. "I think I got that down."

As he seemed calmer, Severus decided to test the limits of Potter's trust. He said, "You should take a bath now. Your sheets need to be changed and your cage hasn't been cleaned in a while."

Rather than put up a fight, Potter simply said, "Okay," and headed to the bars.

As the truce seemed too good to be true, even with the calming potions, Severus didn't try to push it further. He let Potter bathe himself alone, even though it was an incredible risk as he’d not cast the viewing spell.

To keep himself busy, he changed the sheets and cleaned the cage with magic, scrubbing away the dirt that had grown up around Potter's slovenly habits.

He was setting fresh sets of clothing on the bed when Potter returned and asked, "What's in the room we've never gone in?"

As he had no reason to lie, Severus said, "The laundry," as he left through the bars.

"Am I ever going to see the house elves? I'm not going to give them my clothes."

"Excuse me?"

"The house elves you have,” said Potter with certainty as he sat down to eat. "You said that you didn't want me giving them clothes."

That memory had been wiped as cleanly as possible. Of course, small traces of memories always remained in the system, but nothing that detailed. Potter couldn't remember it, could he? If he could remember that.... No. It couldn't be. He wouldn't be this calm, even with the calming potions. Perhaps he had some sort of fixation on house elves. As he left, Severus firmly said, "You won't see house elves here."

The last thing Severus needed was for the removed memories to return.
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