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Life is Shattered	By : Coolone007 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is based on the Harry Potter world created and owned by JK Rowling, No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Warning this chapter is the most depraved and macabre scene I have ever written. If your tendencies are to be offended by what you read and gripe to no end then stop now. If you do read then I warned you. Also some reviews would be nice.

I Feel Like a… What the?
Suddenly a tiny chime interrupted her. Disengaging her blood stained lips from his tortured penis and looking at her pocket watch, “Look at the time Mister Potter. It does fly when you are molesting someone.”
With a quick circle of her wand the house reassembled like there was not a thing in the world wrong. The watch kept chiming every second. She wrapped her arms around him and clasped the pocket watch between his and her palm. On the thirteenth chime Harry felt the familiar pull behind his navel.
The world around him swirled as he heard the rush of air roar around his ears. With a painful thud he landed on his back, the woman’s weight crushing into his chest. He could feel a sickly warm liquid run between his legs. Harry was thankful he could not see what damage she had inflicted. He was of two minds he did not want to look but he had to. The fear of not knowing if he was still a man was president in his mind, but the fear of knowing the truth scared him to his core.
A drawling voice shook him out of his thoughts, “Good you have brought the filth here…”
His voice was cut short as Bellatrix stood from on top of Harry. Harry could see on the abdomen of Bellatrix’s white blouse was a crimson stain about the size of Harry’s hand. Harry had to look; his eyes darted to his groin. A muffled scream emanated from his mouth at what he saw. Yes it was still there but at the base on each side were deep jagged gouges. His mind works feverishly. His penis was not discolored, yet a little pail. The blood was coming out in tempo of his heart from the gouges but there was a fair amount of blood seeping from the wound. As his mind was working trying to think of a way to stop the bleeding he could barley hear the yelling around him.
“You stupid wench!” Luscious yelled, “Lord Voldemorte wanted his virginity and dick and balls intact!”
“Shut up you blonde bitch,” Bellatrix bit back, “The information we gave the Bones family was true. Harry has been fucking that little scank.”
“Crucio!” Luscious screamed as the beam hit her in the chest.
Bellatrix screamed as she dropped to the floor. Her body twitched as he kept his wand trained on her. As the curse wracked her body her screams started to change to moans. After a minute her eyes rolled into her head and her body started to shudder. Immediately when he saw the effect he was having on her he stopped the curse. She groaned in frustration and looked to Luscious with a pleading in her eyes.
“You really are sick,” he spat his words at her, “Heal him so there is no mark showing.”
Bellatrix drawled haughtily, “I will have it as a prize later.”
In a swift motion Lucius was in front of her. With a resounding crack he backhanded the woman across the cheekbone. Bellatrix went sprawling across the dirty floor. He face went purple from rage as her cheek started to swell. As she leapt her feet she heard a swish and clicking of metal.
“How dare…” her screech was squelched as she felt the edge of Lucius’ enchanted butterfly knife. The blade was enhanced so the blade was sharpened to the width of one micron. She could feel the fresh blood trickle from where the blade was lightly pressed against her throat. With teeth clenched, “How dare you use Muggle techniques on me?”
“I am not going to give you the pleasure of the Cruciatus when you like it so much,” he drawled, “I wanted to make a lasting impression.” She opened her mouth to retort as she felt the blade bite more into her alabaster flesh. He snarled, “The dark lord wants him physically unmarked.” He waited as she pointed her wand and did the healing charm on his body.
Harry watch as he started to heal. The torn flesh seemed to contract and seal it self with out a mark. The only tell tale sign of the wound was the blood on his groin and the small pool underneath. He looked up in awe, “Thank you,” he whispered relived.
Lucius had left without a word as Bellatrix smirked at Harry’s response, “Who would have known trying to bite your dick off would give you manors?” Harry was too in shock to respond. “Okey dokey,” she said with a smile, “Let’s get started.” An image of Hannibal Lector flashed into his mind. “Wingardium Leviosa,” She muttered.
Harry felt himself become weightless, relieving the pressure off his arms and writs. His mind was coming back to him as he started taking in the room. The walls were dark cobblestone covered in moisture and moss. The floors were cracked granite with a layer of moist dirt. The ceiling was the same cracked granite with moister pooling in certain areas dripping to the floor below. The room was round and small but one wall was flat. The circular walls sloped inward to the ceiling. Harry swore it reminded him of the lighthouse he stayed in before Hagrid saved him from the Dursley’s clutches. How he wished Hagrid would burst through the door right now, but he was not coming.
He was being moved to the side of the room away from the door. He saw a chair like you would find in a gynecologist office or barber shop, but this one had brown leather straps for his head, hands and feet. His body moved over the chair but did not drop. He heard Bellatrix yell “Petrificus Totalus” AS his body froze again. He bemused to himself, ‘Not like I could move any way.’ Then the ropes were gone as he heard his broken Firebolt drop to the chair with a light thud. Bellatrix tossed the handle across the room with a loud clatter. She manipulated his body so he was suspended flat with his arms at his side.
He was hovering about half a foot from the chair. Bellatrix release the hovering charm and Harry fell to the chair with a thud. He groaned though his clenched teeth. She paid his protest no interest as she bound his wrist, ankles, and neck to the chair. His legs were spread apart with his jeans riding up his thighs.
Sudden terror flashed across his face as Bella Drew a large hunting knife from under her robes. Smirking, “don’t worry I am not cutting it off,” She pause and smiles evilly, “for now.” She proceeded to cut, what was left of, his clothes from his body. Now remember it was cold and damp in this place. So when she removed the body bind his body started shaking uncontrollably.
With ravenous eyes she stared at his body, “I can’t wait to see how our lord will mark this young pristine body.”
With this statement the door slammed against the wall and rattles as if it was going to come off the hinges. Harry’s blood turned to ice as he heard the raspy almost snake like voice of Voldemorte. “I see he is ready for the treatment.”
Bella immediately prostrated herself on the floor as the dark lord entered the room. “As you can see my lord,” her voice trembling in excitement and reverence, “I have fulfilled your wishes.”
“Yes, Bella,” he stated in a tired drawl, “What reward would you want for doing this tawdry task?”
Bella never looked up from the floor but seemed to cower more. She pleaded with the dark lord, “I thought you would be happy with me for bringing him?”
“I told you to bring him unmarked!” Tom suddenly roared, “I can see your thoughts. No Malfoy did not tell me of your impudence. Stand!” his voice still echoing though the room. Bella stood her body quivered with fear as he moved toward her. Taking her face in his hands he quietly commanded, “What I do next do not make a sound or your punishment will be worse.”
Tom moved in on her like he was going to bite her neck. Bella took a sudden breath, as she was about to scream in pain but stopped herself. Her body went rigid as his head whipped away from her.
Harry could see blood splatter on the wall next to them. Bella breathing was coming in wracked heaving breaths. Tom turned so Harry could see him chewing as blood freely drooled from his mouth. This was a sickening crunching noise. With his mouth half full he commanded Bella to show Harry her punishment.
Harry wanted to vomit as he saw the jagged flesh hanging from the side of Bella’s head where here ear once was. The blood was flowing freely from the wound. Tom finished his cannibal snack with a last swallow. This was all Harry could stand his body tried to vomit but the gag was in the way. His nostrils filled with the stomach fluid as it tried to come out his nose. The opening was not large enough. He could feel it start toward his lungs. Before it started to fill the gag was ripped off his head and the vomit spewed out like champagne when it is first opened. His mouth even make the pop as it came out of his mouth. For a few moments all you could hear was liquid splatter and Harry gagging. When his breath had slowed some Tom spoke.
“As you can see Harry,” he started with an eerie calm, “if one of my servants fails me more than once, I feed on their body. One piece at a time.”
Harry only glared at Tom, while he continued. As he spoke he waved his wand and Bella’s wound completely healed. There was no longer an outer ear only a slick hole in the side of her head. “On to why we are all here, Potter. For I have been told the prophecy in its entirety. Let me see if I have this correct.”
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
Harry stared up at the monster looming over him in horror. The secret that was only to be known for a few people was now in the mind of a creature that knew the gravity of what it meant. Harry came to a realization that he was now completely at the abomination’s mercy. Harry tried to show a strong front but his chin started to tremble. Not from the now forgotten taste of puke in his mouth. It was also not from sadness or fear that he was about to cry. This was frustration that made this feeling of despair rose to his mind. Knowing that in moment he would surely be joining his parents in failure of their quest started some 20 years ago.
The dark lord started to cackle at this display in front of him. He relished how easily he could tear his mortal enemy limb from limb at that very moment and feast on his softer tissues of his body while still warm. Wiping the tears of sick triumph from his face, he spoke. “No Potter, I am not going to kill you. I have such plans for you. I will break your spirit. A broken boy won’t have the will to fight later. You might even do the job for me. As you know, neither can survive if the other lives. So when broken you will be dead inside and the prophecy will be fulfilled.”
With all the courage he could dredge up from his soul. Harry spat back, “Do your worst I won’t yield to you.”
A grotesque smile parted the slit that was now Tom’s mouth. With a throaty arrogance from the back of his throat he responded, “By the time we are finished with you. You will beg me to end it for you.”
The once man turned to the woman in the room, “Even though you have displease me today I give you a chance to redeem yourself by proceeding with the plan.”
Knowing the young man was hanging on his very word he turned and continued the conversation, “you see our plan was to take you virginity by force.” A small look of triumph flashed across Harry’s face. The tainted on continued, “Do not worry we have already come up with a provision for this plan. I relish this idea and that it was born from my mind.” His wand was in his hand is if it was always there. With a wide sweeping movements and complicated twitches of the wand he yelled, “Commisceo femina ac vir”
A light that was twisted in blue and pink hit Harry. He did not look but he knew it had hit him in the groin. There was excruciating pain of three types at the same time. First the feeling that his testicles were being ripped off. The opposite was happening they were moving into his body. The nest pain was like acid. The scrotum was shrinking and disappearing and leaving a smooth patch of skin above his third and most evasive pain. An opening was forming under his penis. He could feel a hollow tearing though his body meeting with threads to his testicles now imbedded in his body.
His throat was horse from when he realized he had been screaming the entire time. He could hear the high-pitched cackle of Bellatrix Lestrange from behind her master.
Harry was so afraid of looking down but he could not control his eyes. Slowly the eyes panned to his groin area. With a yell of desperation he screamed, “What have you done to me! You have made me a freak!” He turned his head to the heavens and with a barbaric yawp, “Merlin! Please no!!!”
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