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Why He Left	By : PurpleOwl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Why He Left
- 2-What was left
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Disclaimer: I do not own in anyway or form the characters nor the world of Harry Potter, they belong to the author who has created them and I am not in any way or form receiving money from this piece.

Author's note: This story was originally supposed to be a one-shot but I have had a recent awakening to a little follow up.

Warnings: This piece contains Anal, Beast, Bondage (of a kind), Controversial content, Dominance and submission (also of a kind), Double penetration, Mind control in the form of a drug, Male pregnancy and egg laying, Rape, Plenty of tentacles and finally Some degree of transformation. Don't like the new list? Don't read it.

Summary: While history would never remember his family as a proud one, it would never know what had happened.

What was left

It was closer to midnight than the man would have liked. The young man walking down the path had dark hair and eyes with sharp features. He had just finished brewing the last of the mandrake restorative draught for St-Mungo's after a man a bred and not kept in check a basilisk. Of course said man was dead as were two dozens more before the aurors had managed to track and kill the beast. That in itself was simple, dead people could not, after all, be brought back, but the dozen petrified had cut out his work for him.

Kendrick Delwyn Gaunt was the great grandson of Salazar Slytherin himself by his second son Renfred Warmond Gaunt. A son that Slytherin had born to continue his magical line. While Eirik had been loved by his father, Renfred had been raised to protect his name. The man had hidden his older sibling deeply into the muggle world and had cared for the weak man until his last breath and had erased him from history. For my friends history is not remembered facts. It is but the memories of the ones left standing and Salazar had not been strong enough in the end, but the first of the Gaunt had had enough clout and power to erase Eirik from the books.

At the time no one had really said anything. Those that knew, Pure-blooded the lot of them, had simply assumed that Renfred had been erasing a 'mistake' from his blood line for that was what a squib was to these people; a mistake to hide or kill at one's leisure. It was an unspoken taboo and Kendrick hoped it would remain thus until Eirik was forgotten all together. He did not know if the man had had descendants, but in case he had, being erased from living memory was the best protection one could afford them.

The Gaunts had fallen into the pure-blood lines soon after with the arrival of his father and had sworn to remain pure. At that point it had not been a question of belief but of pride.

Kendrick was to chose a spouse by the end of the year. Having recently celebrated his nineteen birthday and having been considered a man for over two years now it was abnormal for him, in their posh society, not to at least have his first child on the way. But he had been too busy. Busy with a potion master apprenticeship. He had done as his father, grandfather and great grandfather before him and followed their footsteps into learning the timeless art of brewing. His father had made master at twenty and had been the youngest ever to receive the title. The man had gloated that none could surpass him yet the fool had died of poisoning when his only child and son had been fifteen.

Kendrick was lost in thought. Would he remain childless and bring with him the tragedy of his family to his grave or would he search for a spouse and produce an heir. He was still unsure.

The man knew it was probably a bad idea to walk in the forest lost in thought, but he had walked those woods to his manor so many times before. At night he would have liked to apparate directly into his home, but alas, his family was reserved and did not like strangers apparating in and out of their home. They did not like anyone snooping in threw the windows. Most of them were indeed paranoid little lords and had been overcautious in the extension of the wards.

Said wards extended for miles either side of the manor, quite a few more on the left and front than in the back and to the right. After all putting your manor in the middle of the wards was a dead give away to the location.

It was why Kendrick preferred to apparate closer to the house in the late time, less of a walking distance was a good thing. He would not have been so certain of it if he had given any attention to his surrounding. The forest was silent. No owl hoots or scurrying of small animals. The wolves were not calling to the moon and the brown bear that usually followed him around for treats was nowhere to be found. The beast was one of the last one still alive on the British isle, the last in the region at any rate. It was an old beast with less years ahead of him than behind and quite lazy to boot. As long as you fed him, and fed him well your passage rights were assured.

But on that night none of that was present, just the dead silence were not even the insects dared to make a sound. The pressure in the air was slowly drawing on the dark man and there was nothing he could now do. He was halfway threw his hour walk home with no where else to go but forge on or retreat and each option would take about half an hour.

Deciding to go on and try to make his way home with trepidation was an easy choice. He was too tired to go back apparate again and find new shelter for the night. But his anxiety was mounting. Raising until all he wanted to do was run, but he knew better. The silence usually meant a predator was around and running would for the beast to give chase. He was starting to sweat and could not blame the heat of the summer for it. He had to try and calm down some. Taking deep breaths was too noisy and ineffective. Reciting potion frustrated him and remembering the steps to brewing them felt like a waste of time. He decided to unearth the memory of the poison that had been his father's demise. A man that would be forever remembered has Rendall the fool in his family's books.

Angel's Trumpet Draught was a poison unlike any other it was very similar in colour, consistency and taste to that of the Cough Potion his father was taking many times a day, and contained a few similar ingredients such as Brugmansia flower used for them being rich in scopolamine which was use in the Cough potion to reduce respiratory track secretion but in the Draught to lower breathing rates, raised the heart rate at first and then later after a higher dose had been take lowers it. The Datura seed were used to lower chances of the victim vomiting the concoction and in most cases even reduced nausea. The Datura Ferox leaves, for their poisonous effects on all living beings, were nearly tasteless one blanched and added in small amounts at a time but left a strange after taste that was not present in the Cough Potion which should have alerted the idiot man. The Atropa belladonna, also present in both concoctions was used in bigger quantities in the Draught and had devastating effect such as hallucination, delirium and convulsions, but was mostly used for it's sweet taste which reminded more of the Potion's taste. And the Hyoscyamus niger was used in the Angel's Trumpet for it's anaesthetic agents to render the victim unconscious and.

Angel's Trumpet Draught took a very short brewing time and a few drops were enough to kill a child. A swallow enough to render a man of any size unconscious and two swallows enough to kill him. That night Rendell too the five recommended swallow dictated by the Cough potion, a dose sufficient to kill a horse. The man too sure he had properly cowed his family had never know what was coming and had suffered an horrible death and had seen his potion mastery revoked. After all one could not be a good potioneer if he was poisoned. Therefore the man had been shamed in death while the family standing remained intact. It was a good revenge.

Thinking back on the creation of the draught made him feel a little better, safer in a way. He knew how to kill and leave no trace. Poison was such a nice way to eliminate a threat. It could be swift and painless or prolonged and painful. It could even imitate death yet not achieve it. It was perfect.

He repeated the brewing process in his mind, something he had taken to do since he could not write it down, still to close to his father's death. He would however make sure to leave it for prosperity. It would not do to lose such a precious knowledge.

Later he would berate himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings. Sure he knew the woods, had grown up in them and had walk threw every inch of that forest looking for ingredients. But it also meant he knew how easily a new resident could settle in. He had seen two pack of wolves fighting for the territory and the old pack being evicted. He had found the body of a dead bear as a child and his own grumpy old beast weary with injuries. He knew how fast everything could change here, yet that night he had deemed himself to tired to be cautious.

The thing he had noticed was the quietness but the second was the actual lack of life. He was at the clearing with a small lake were he had tried more than once to grow gillyweed and failed. He could not hear the moor frog or see the couple of great auk that live near by and there was no sign of any new damage caused by the beavers. It was all too strange. Normally that par of the forest was not only noisy but alive, now it felt dead and scared.

The third element he noticed was that some of the poisonous plants had been chewed on. Normally one would not expect the natural fauna to even get near that type of flora. It was just too dangerous and the beasts knew it. He could not even see the bodies. It's like everything had just disappeared into thin air.

He kept on walking and was nearly at the forest edge, less than ten minutes away from the meadow surrounding his manor home when he heard it. Something was moving in the water. Something big. Too big to be a beaver or a turtle, yet not big enough to be a bear and too agile to be a wolf. He was certain he had never encountered a creature like that before.

Against his better self-preserving nature he came closer to the pond's edge to have a look. All he could see were ripples in the water, nothing strange since there were grindylow and other fish in the water, but none of them had a tendency to breach the surface. Then he notices a strange glow a bit further down, some eight or nine feet away, a strange bluish glow that reminded him of his only encounter with a Bluecap when he had been eleven and had gotten lost exploring a mine. But Bluecaps only lived underground and would never go near water what with them being made, quite literally, of blue flames.

The body breached the surface of the water suddenly and in the light of the near full moon he could see it's body, long like that of a snake with an olive green colouring with a dark brown or black pattern resembling that of a green anaconda. The size seemed wrong however and knowing the beasts were not native from England he doubted it was what he was facing but nonetheless tried speaking to it in Parseltongue.

The words however caught in his throat. While the head of the beast was indeed reptilian, it would have look more at ease on a salamander. But again the description was not quite right, the face was a bit too elongated.

This was where things took a turn for the worst because before he had time to identify the creature it had lunged at him and wrap it's strong body around his limbs. He took a tumble to the ground under the heavy weight something he could estimate to be around ten stones. That's when he saw them, two long appendages attached to the upper body and finishing with tree phalanges where wicked curved claws were slowly opening and closing near his face. Now he knew. He knew he had been attacked bu the extremely poisonous and mythical Lindworm.

His mind quickly went over what was known of the believed to have never existed creature. It was thought to be an invention of muggle that had seen a dragon and had not had the time to see it properly to describe it with precision. They had been 'seen' all over England, Sweden, Denmark, Norway and Germany and were believed to be a good omen. However what kind of good omen attacked a mere passerby?

He tried to scream but the second he opened his mouth the beast faced him and extended his thin, snake like tongue out of a toothless mouth. Kendrick clamped his mouth shut and presses his lips one to another as hard as he could. The Lindworm hissed in what sounded like aggravation and gently close it's jaw around the man's nose and waited; at some point it's victim would have to breath and they both knew it. In a desperate attempt to free himself the young man started to trash but he had nothing onto the creature that was not even using it's limbs to help control the squirming.

In a last attempt Kendrick grind his teeth shut and opened his lips to to suck in air but was too late in closing his lips. The creature's tongue had wormed it's way in and was slowly mapping inside to get threw but did not find a gap. Gaunt tried to smash his lips together again but was powerless against the more mobile tongue that had found it's way passes them.

On the good side his nose was now free of pressure but he could taste the bittersweet taste of venom. His life would thus end that day, poisoned just like his father with his body never to be found. It made him panic and he opened his jaw to try and bite off the appendage only to find himself unable to move it again once he had relaxed it.

Was the poison a paralytic? Or was it something else all together? Kendrick could not tell. All he knew for sure was that there was more of the viscous liquid pouring in his mouth than there has been before. It was still bittersweet in taste and he could not say if he liked it or not.

Slowly he could feel his body betraying him. His muscle relaxed one after the other and he was afraid his heart would stop beating. It did not and he realized that maybe the creature liked to eat his preys while they were still breathing, it's snake like body looked big enough for the task at any rate.

The situation did not change by the time he had lost complete control of his muscle and wasn't that frightening. The Lindworm kept pumping it's venom and his body kept swallowing it as if on instinct. It felt like forever before the myth moved and slowly unwind it's long body from that of the man laying at his mercy.

The creature hissed in what felt like a pleased way. It seemed to take the time to carefully look over the prone man and for the first time since the beginning of the encounter used it's three fingered like appendages, It slowly ran it's claw up and down the form and contour of the man and for a second Kendrick could have sworn the creature was laughing with glee. But animal, be they mythical or not should not have been able to produce such a sound. Quicker than a viper striking it ripped the robes and pants off it's victim and went back to slowly mapping the revealed flesh. It turn the man like a child would a new puppet or doll and started purring. The sound was both soothing and terrifying. The beast sounded too pleased.

The Lindworm than grabbed the man by it's arms and dragged him to two young trees to the side of the pound. Both were less than a foot in diameter but sturdy like all oaks are and were less than two feet apart. He was dragged up them until his feet were completely off the ground with both the back of his shoulders and hips firmly pushed into the unforgiving woods with his chin gently resting on his chest because of his lack of strength to keep it up.

The beast encircled Kendrick with his thirty-five foot long body and held both arms with it's clawed legs so that they slightly wrapped around the two trees. He did not understand why the creature went to such measure. Surely it knew it's prey could not fight back and did not need to bound it in such a way to eat it. Panic was slowly leaving the man. He could perfectly understand his situation yet he could not bring himself to be anxious about it. He could nearly say he was at peace.

The body wrapped it self around him again and for the first time he saw them. The three tails. One long at about four feet and ending in what looked like a delicate caudal fin. That one was quite thin, an inch at it's widest. The thinnest was not even a quarter of an inch at it's beginning and about half an inch in diameter at it's base. It looked to be the most mobile of the three. The last one was quite large and looked mostly rigid, it ended with a sphincter like hole. Maybe that was were the beast excreted?

It was curious, most curious. It felt like the Lindworm was showing off it's tail for perusal. It was a nice tail he supposed.

The reality of his situation did not set in until he saw a suction cup like tube exiting from a partition near the base of the tail. He was not to be food, he was to be mated. At that point Kendrick did not knew which option he would prefer.

It was quite a situation for one to find itself in. To be raped and mated by a mythical creature wizards at large did not believe existed and wondering if one would prefer to be eaten alive while not even feeling panic by either options. That poison was really quite something. Would he still die after it had all be said and done?

He saw the suction tube elongate and slowly wrap around the tip of his erection and go down slowly to wrap down to it's base and swallow even his testicles into the moist heat. The suction began slowly and alternated between slow long suck and hard short ones. Kendrick never knew which one would come next and could not brace himself for impact. He was hating to love the attention raining on his cock and balls. None of the whores he had lain with had given him as much pleasure. He was sure no man had ever survived that much ecstasy before and came before he was ready for it.

The thinnest of tail ends got near his face and started spurting a white liquid, it got in his mouth and he knew, without a doubt, that it was his semen. How and why was unclear, but, somehow, his own cum was coming out of one of the beat orifice. It piqued is curiosity and he could not help but wonder at the purpose of it.

The break was however over and the light suction of his genitals started again. This time it was constant and soft. Enough to arouse him,even though he had just reached completion, but nowhere near enough to take him over the edge he was sure.

The tail left his face and his vision all together to go behind his back and brought a small measure of dread with it. The awareness part of his mind understood it was going were nothing had ever gone before and were he had no intention of ever letting anything go in the future. Because, unlike his great grandfather Salazar Slytherin he had no penchant for his own sex nor any inclination to use his own ass to bring himself pleasure. Had he been able to fight back or even squirm he would have, at that point, more than at any other in that encounter.

He felt what must have been the thinnest tail end slowly rubbing back and forth over his crack. The Lindworm made a please noise when it passed over the puckered hole and moved over it again and again and again as if it was playing a gain with itself. All the while Kendrick dick was slowly getting harder. It had reached half mast by the time The creature had decided it was time to breach the muscle and the man wished it would have made him lose all hardness but a soft hit to his prostate brought him to a full erection instead of to a soft state.

Being penetrated should have hurt, or so Kendrick had expected, but it had not. It should not have bean pleasurable, but it had. He should not have wanted more, but he did. He estimated the tail to have been only a few inches in and yet it had brought him more pleasure than the suction had earlier. It was a foreign sensation. The tail slowly moved in and out and back and forth making more room for itself and for the other tail ends he presumed.

The movement kept up for a long while and he came a second time. He felt his own cum coating his inside in a warm spurt followed by a slow drizzle of something cool. The tail moved that much more energetically with the new lubrication and for the first time since discovering the intents of the beast the man did not care. He wanted to move with it. He could feel his brain disconnecting with reality slowly just like his body had earlier. It felt like a new poison had been introduced in his body, maybe threw the lubrication coating the tail spearing his anus but he could not think, he could just feel and he could not feel enough.

He moaned and hissed with as much disappointment as he could when the first of the tail end left him only to allow a wanton noise to leave his throat when the medium one took it's place. He could feel the fin massaging his inside while the tail end went on in farther and farther in one long slow stroke. Inch by inch it went until it rested near it's base, over three feet of the appendage were sitting in his bowels and it felt like too much and not enough. Felt like a dream, a new world, and he wished it would never end even if a small part of his mind would be ringing alarm bells if it could.

It was nearly painful. The lack of movement, the lack of pleasure. It felt like his nerve endings had been light on fire. Even the sucking had stopped. Tears started tracing paths down his cheeks and if he could have moved he would have. His senses had touched a whole new dimension and were not ready to face reality yet, his mind was not yet back in his body and his heart had not seen enough to closed itself anew.

The small tail made it's way back in and a sob left Kendrick. He couldn't tell if it was out of happiness or desperation or both. He needed the stimulation. He was ready to lay his life as a sacrifice if only to feel more.

'As you wish.'

Hissed the Lindworm. So it could talk. Was all that crossed the man's mind before the suction on his penis and testicles started zealously.

The last of the tail end forced it's way in with it's share of pain that was more or less acknowledged with the sensations running along his genitals. It was too much and he came again. This time the suction never stopped and kept on going as enthusiastically even as he felt his own semen spurt inside his rectum.

It was too much and he surrendered to it all. He could feel warm things crawling up the biggest tube and being deposited inside him a bit farther up the smallest tail but before the fin started some three feet in. It felt round and warm. A bit like an egg, a snake egg. He came again and another was deposited inside, and again saw a third egg.

When it was done the and tube left his oversensitive dick alone it felt raw. His mind was his again, yet he could not bring himself to feel disgusted by what had happened. All he wanted to do was wrapped himself in a warm blanket and cuddle his stomach, his light and hope for the future generation. For he now knew he would never marry because nothing would ever compare. How could he find pleasure anywhere else after having nearly died of it.

He expected the creature to leave him at that point and never return, but it stayed where it was and waited. When Kendrick regained his motor function fully it unwrapped him from around the trees only to wrap itself more securely around the human his tail still firmly lodged up his ass. The Lindworm nuzzled its face into the man's neck and refuse to move from it's spot for the next few months. It appeared the sphincter like tail was not to excrete but to absorb and the more it did the weaker it looked until one morning it was gone and in it's place was it's skin and three eggs.

The three eggs were roughly the size of emu eggs and olive green in colour. Only one hatched to let place to a live young male human in appearance. From that day forward all heirs of the Gaunt family would have slight reptilian traits and none would comprehend why. While the skin was tanned and made into a book were the history of the direct descendants of the Slytherin family would be written automatically and without wizard intervention.
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