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Instant Death	By : Turais Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15941 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3: Risky Escape

The dynamic in the high security wing had changed. Harry had been accepted by everyone now, more like one of them. A killer, a murderer, a dark wizard. He didn’t really know what to think of it. They talked to him, tried to keep him from falling into depression, even though he kept telling them he was feeling fine.
He was actually feeling more than fine. He felt great. The dementors hardly bothered him anymore when they passed. The aurors no longer came for him, leaving him alone in his cell. He felt the same clarity in his mind as he had felt just before killing the first auror.

Bellatrix kept talking to him now and was surprisingly pleasant to chat with, Harry concluded.
She asked him about Hogwarts, which professors he liked and disliked, what he loved most about the castle, favorite subjects. She kept him occupied for the next couple of days, the two of them sitting and talking in lowered voices for hours. She had started calling him Harry and insisted he call her Bella, which he found a bit weird in the beginning.
He told her about his childhood, about his muggle relatives and about his cupboard. She in turn told him about growing up as a Black, about her family, Sirius, the Malfoys and how they were all connected. She even told him about her great-aunt Dorea who had married a Potter, which had left Harry speechless, why didn’t he know about all this?
She and Rabastan had started to tutor him in something called occlumency. They told him it would help with the dementor exposure. He agreed to be taught, thinking there wasn’t anything else to do. He was told to meditate several times a day, which he did, trying to clear his mind.

Rookwood told Harry how he used to be an Unspeakable working at the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries. Rookwood started to teach him in his Hogwarts curriculum, adding whatever knowledge he felt was needed.
Harry learned memorization techniques from the former Unspeakable. Rookwood told him about spells, jinxes and curses he had never heard about before, some of them rather dark. It was hard learning about new spells without wands to try them out. The whole practical aspect of his tutoring was missing, but he vowed to get better, knowing within himself that he would try to escape again.
He learned new magical theory and history, without all the goblin rebellions taught by professor Binns at Hogwarts. The Lestranges told him stories most purebloods grew up with, both historical and fiction.

Slowly time passed and three weeks later, summer was at an end, and they entered the month of August. Harry’s fifteenth birthday going by unnoticed.
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High security wing, Azkaban prison Island, Middle of the North Sea, August 6^th, 1995
One morning two aurors showed up, and with them the Minister for Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. Most of the inmates started shouting obscenities or threats, obviously making the man uncomfortable.

Harry stood up and looked up as they stopped outside his cell. He looked the man in the eyes impassively. Seeing the pearls of sweat form on the Minister’s forehead made him do a little jig internally, thinking the man really was pathetic, getting afraid of a teen with one crimson-colored eye. Harry kept his silence staring out.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything boy?!” Fudge exclaimed looking indignant, for what Harry had no idea. Harry stepped closer to the door, with each step he took the Minister took one backwards, making Harry break his stoic mask and smirk.

“You really are a coward, aren’t you?” he answered, making Bella cackle.

“You killed three aurors! The public demands justice. I have howlers practically flooding my office. I am here to inform you of your new sentence,” the Minster told him in an important voice. The corridor had gone silent, everyone wanted to hear what was being said.

Harry tilting his head, stating “I’m already in here for life.”

“Ah! But you see, that is not the only sentence we can give you. And when Dolores came up with this plan, well let me tell you, she has really outdone herself this time.” Fudge explained looking pleased. “She showed me an old law stating that the Minister for Magic have the authority to change the sentence if other crimes are found to have been committed later during incarceration.”

Harry didn’t respond, quietly thinking this was bad. Why did he have the worst luck again?

“I have decided after careful deliberation that the additional murders of three aurors, justifies you being sentenced to death by the Veil. It is what the public demands after all!” Fudge finished.

Harry stared, not really believing what he had just heard. He could hear the other inmates starting to shout again, this time in outrage. They were shouting in defense for him, he thought, they were at least on his side. This was it, he was going to die.

“Your new sentence will be carried out on the 2^nd of September,” one of the aurors told him.
They turned, ready to leave, when the second auror smirked through the iron bars and pushed something inside which landed on the floor at his feet.

“You pathetic little fuck!” Harry screamed, joining the other prisoners yelling. “You fucking cowards!”

After they had left silence descended with only a murmur going through the corridor, everyone discussing what had just happened. Most were incredulous at the boy’s new sentence and the fact that the minister had taken so much pleasure in telling him about it. They also discussed the Veil of Death. It was after all only the worst criminals who were thrown in, and something that happened rarely.

Harry didn’t really pay attention to the talks around him, feeling breathless after yelling out.

He knew what the Veil was. Rookwood had told him about it when he’d described his former job.

Harry picked up the paper the auror had thrown in his cell. He flipped it over and saw the date. He had missed his birthday without even knowing, he thought, feeling a bit strange as that had never happened before. He had been fifteen for a week.
He then finally noticed the photo covering the front page of the paper he was holding. It was a PlayWizard magazine.

He stared not really knowing how to react. The bold headline Our Gay Saviour; the new Dark One stood out with a large photo of himself naked below filling the entire page, the picture exposed his face with the scar that was now gone and his old glasses which was now unnecessary, his pale chest and stomach, cutting off at his groin, just enough to display his dark pubes and half of his flaccid penis.

Harry slowly sat down, opened the magazine which looked to be almost only dedicated to him. He started to read the article about himself.

‘Harry Potter, age 15, has left many girls heartbroken after coming out and declaring his preference for men. Also known as the Boy Who Lived and the Dark One, Harry Potter is currently serving life in Azkaban for the murder of Cedric Diggory, who is believed to have been his secret lover, a Hogwarts affair ending in tragedy. As the pictures in this issue suggest however, the Boy Who Lived has moved on, now with a liking for older and more mature men…’
Harry finished the article which went on to describe the supposedly various sexual acts he did when at Hogwarts and while in Azkaban. It became more and more ridiculous he thought, when seeing statements from former classmates, some of which he didn’t even know, sixth and seventh year boys, telling them about how the Boy Who Lived had given blowjobs in the boys’ lavatory or was always touching himself in the morning shower, wanking off where they could all see it.

He flipped through the pages, staring at multiple photos of himself masturbating.
There was one photo filling out the entirety of two pages of him lying naked stroking his hard four-inches. The magical photo showed his hand move up and down, of him pulling back his foreskin repeatedly exposing the bulbous head, and his face flushed in obvious pleasure, his mouth slightly opened, and his eyes shut. Harry felt indignant, the two-page picture was a poster for readers to take out.

There was another fake article describing his habits, how often he masturbated and what he thought about when doing it, exaggerating wildly and portraying him as some horny teenage pervert who fantasied about everyone and everything.
It went on to describe his body and general appearance in detail, even commenting on his private parts, stating that he had a ‘below average-sized penis for a boy his age’ and how he was ‘clearly still in the early developing state of puberty even though he had turned fifteen’. Multiple pages showed different boys who had modeled for the magazine in the past, some of them quite young, between the ages eleven to seventeen, all Hogwarts ages. The article went on comparing his body to theirs and showing clearly how he only measured up to a thirteen-year-old in size. His penis looked small among the boys his own age, and it showed how his pubic hair resembled the younger boys more. He thought it was unfair for him to be compared to the fifteen-year-olds as he had only just turned fifteen himself, and they all looked well on their way to sixteen.

Harry strangely didn’t become embarrassed, neither did his usual feeling of self-consciousness arise as he thought it would, like it usually did when someone teased him about his body. He had been bullied about his penis size a lot before after all, and the same feelings had always made him feel inadequate and a deep shame.
He clearly remembered how it started. The older Gryffindor boys teasing him in the communal showers during most of his third year, often calling him out having the smallest dick among his age group and one of the few to not have any pubic hair.
It was only during the summer before his fourth year he had started growing down there. It was also during that summer he had his first ejaculation. A wet dream making him wake up with a sticky patch of semen smearing his underwear and staining his sheets. His uncle had yelled at him for getting them dirty, calling him unnatural and a perverted little freak, which had made him very uncomfortable at the time. It didn’t help he had multiple wet dreams recurring after the first time. And to make it worse Dudley had walked in on him taking a shower a few days later, seeing him naked. His cousin had teased him for the rest of that summer about his smaller dick.
It was during his fourth year that he had started masturbating and growing pubes. He was however still often teased about his small dick every morning in the open showers at Hogwarts, even though he tried to hide it. Some small comment or whispered sniggering while they looked at him and his naked body. The bullies were always some of the boys in the years above him, fifth, sixth and seventh years, who were all larger than him, and who enjoyed taking the famous teen down a peg or two, and since the teasing of his pubescent body had become a habit during shower time, they didn’t really see why they should stop, they weren’t the ones who had started it after all.

Harry couldn’t help look closer at the pictures in the magazine of the many boys, starting to feel envious of their more developed bodies and larger cocks.
One photo even depicted a boy his own age, a fifteen-year-old who had chest hair. The teen in the moving picture slowly raised his legs spreading them apart, the large cock protruding obscenely between the boy’s hairy legs and showing off his anus. Harry felt himself get aroused, his hard-on creating a tent in his pants. He ignored it and kept flipping through the magazine.
The pictures of himself grew lewder as it went on. Him on his knees giving a blowjob. A close-up of him being penetrated anally, his ass on display. Of him between two anonymous men getting fucked from both ends roughly. The magazine ended with the photo of him getting blasted in the face with cum, showing his nude body.
Every photo moved and showed him reluctantly getting fucked again and again on repeat, not that his own unwillingness showed. It was more like the opposite, depicting him as a whore, who was eager to taste cock. Harry decided to save the magazine for later, even if the auror had given it to him hoping he would be humiliated didn’t mean he couldn’t use it to pleasure himself.

He needed to figure out his escape plan too, he decided. He had roughly three weeks before it would be too late. He would be thrown in the Veil the day after the Hogwarts school year began, what was supposed to be his fifth year.
The hardest part of his escape was to get out of his cell and then off the island. He would need to figure out where the portkey was. He used rest of the day going through all the possibilities never reaching a solution.
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The weeks slowly passed as they had done previously. The Lestranges trying to come up with ways for him to escape his death sentence.

Harry was out of options. It was the 1^st of September and judgment day was tomorrow. He hadn’t gotten any closer to figuring out how to get the portkey or even get out of his cell. This problem however, solved itself when five aurors entered their corridor and started to round up the men. He knew this was his last chance – there was only one day left.

The aurors took four men out at the same time, marching them away and coming back alone. When they finally reached his cell, he slowly moved out, standing next to Rabastan. The aurors were tense and ready to intervene should he try anything, not that he would. He had other things on his mind, mainly how to get away. They were dragged to a large open room with showerheads lining the walls. Men from their corridor already standing naked scrubbing themselves down.

“Strip and get clean, inmates!” The auror ordered, leaving to get the rest of the prisoners.

Harry quickly pulled down his pants, no longer caring about his nudity, and threw off his prison uniform, walking naked underneath one of the showers. Rabastan took the shower to his left and he saw Rookwood had taken the one to his right. Looking around he saw a couple of men leering at him, but they didn’t try anything.

“I’m going to start a prison riot,” Harry whispered to the men next to him.

They both stopped in their movements and looked down at him. Rabastan raised his eyebrow and whispered back in a low voice “and how are you going to achieve that?”

“With your help! Don’t you want to get out of this place? If I don’t try, I’ll get thrown in the Veil.”

Rabastan looked contemplative, but Rookwood was nodding to what he was saying, “It will soon be too late for the boy, we might as well try to get him out of here. Besides it’s been to long since I had some fun,” The two grown men looked at each other and Harry felt they had some sort of silent conversation between them, because when they looked away both started to whisper to the men showering next to them. He could see whatever they said was repeated again and again, getting around to every inmate. When the aurors returned, Bellatrix and Rodolphus were quickly drawn in to whispered conversations themselves.

The five aurors were standing guard, and behind them a dementor was hovering. The aurors Patronuses shielding them.

Rabastan turned towards him again, and Harry had a hard time keeping himself from looking at the taller man’s body. He was broad-shouldered and muscular. With a hairy chest and a trail of hair leading down to a large bush of pubes. Harry quickly looked up, trying to act like he hadn’t just been caught staring, while Rabastan only smirked down at him.

“We are going to attack the aurors. We need at least one wand,” Rabastan told him in a lowered voice.

“I’ve hidden three wands in a corridor two turns down,” Harry quickly responded.

“We’ll need them,” Rabastan said. “Get ready. When we finish up and start redressing, that’s when it’ll happen.”

Time went very slow in Harry’s mind, the shower taking forever. Finally, the auror told them to redress and they did, slowly getting back into their prison uniform.

Just as Harry finished getting his uniform back on, one of the older men, someone he didn’t know, shouted out and ran towards the first auror closest to him. It must have been some sort of signal because everything thereafter was chaos.

Every inmate screamed out and attacked. The aurors were overwhelmed and fell quickly. Men falling over one another. The aurors still alive shouting at everyone and casting deadly curses trying to get things back under their control.
The dementor was no longer behind a Patronus, gliding silently around and Kissing any it could get access too, leaving behind a trail of empty comatose bodies.
Bellatrix had gotten a hold of one of the aurors and after snapping his neck violently, took his wand.

Harry turned and ran out the shower room down the corridor, he could hear someone pursuing him. He turned around a corner and turned again. Coming to a stop he crouched down and frantically felt along the lower wall. Finally finding the loose stone he quickly removed it and took out the three wands he had hidden there almost two months before.
He looked up and was surprised to see Bellatrix and Rabastan standing next to him. Bella already had a wand, but she was the only one besides himself. They could hear shouts and screams coming from the corridors behind them.

Suddenly Rodolphus came running around the corner. “Rookwood and I got separated. We need to leave now! They’ve released the dementors,” no sooner had Rodolphus finished when two dementors emerged from the same corridor behind them, intent on hunting him down.

Harry quickly tossed a wand to both Rodolphus and Rabastan, raising the third wand, he incanted ‘Expecto Patronum’. Nothing happened, not even the silver mist he had produced in his third year. The happy memories he had used then weren’t that joyful anymore. His time at Hogwarts before his incarceration seemed a distant dream, no longer the happy times they were, no longer something that would be able to produce a Patronus.
He thought hard, maybe he would be unable to cast the charm now after Azkaban. He wouldn’t go down like this! It couldn’t end like this! The dementors drew closer.

“If you know how to cast it, Potter, now would be a fine time to do it!” Bella yelled, backing up against the wall.

“Expecto Patronum” he tried again, thinking of the Lestranges. Of Bella and him talking long into the night about trivial things, of Bella telling him about the pureblood families, both Black and Potter, of Rodolphus explaining the many uses of the banishing charm and of Rabastan looking at him smiling. He didn’t know why, but it did something. He felt wanted, loved, by these people. He felt they had become friends over the time he had been in Azkaban, even though he had only known them since the end of June. It was almost like he was part of their little family, it was the only real happiness he could think of, and it worked.

He was confused to see a smaller silver blob shoot out of his wand, nowhere near big enough to be the stag that was his usual Patronus. It did its job though, pushing back the dementors.

“Handy that,” Rodolphus exclaimed, “not been able to cast it myself since I went to Hogwarts.”

“Yes well, you’ve always been bad at your charms, dear,” Bella sniggered as Rodolphus put on an affronted face. “Come along then, now we just need a way to get off this bloody rock! And very good charm work, Harry, I give you an Outstanding.”

Harry himself couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face and looked down at his changed Patronus. It had wings and was definitely some kind of bird, he didn’t have time to figure out which one.

Together the four of them set off towards the iron doors leading out of the prison, Rodolphus pouting all the way, making faces at his wife.
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The prison was in an uproar. Dementors prowled the hallways not caring about the distinction between prisoners and guards, leaving them all soulless behind. Some prisoners had released more of their fellow inmates adding to the chaos around them. Aurors and hit-wizards poured in from the Ministry trying to contain it all, portkeys depositing them directly in the different corridors.

Unnoticed, four people managed to quietly walk out and down to the docks, getting in a small boat which had no business being out on the open North Sea, where hard winds and large waves ruled.

Rabastan used his wand to push the small boat slowly away from the island, taking them further out to sea. After a while they felt magic in the air. It was like an oily hand ran over their bodies as they crossed the wards, finally having escaped Azkaban.

They continued on their way, the huge waves making it difficult. Harry hung on to the left side of the boat with his life. This might not have been the best idea after all, he thought. He wasn’t really that good of a swimmer, thinking back on the Second Task in the Triwizard tournament which he only succeeded in thanks to the gillyweed.

A large wave crashed into the side of the small vessel and they were all thrown into the freezing water.
Harry was pulled under the surface, clutching the wand in his hand tightly, he frantically kicked his legs trying to get momentum.

He pointed the wand downwards and his magic reacted, forcefully smashing him out of the water into the violent waves above.

He couldn’t see anyone, water surrounding him. He could only hear the loud sound of the sea, his longer hair getting in his eyes, making it difficult to see anything.
Suddenly strong arms encircled him and pulled him up on a surface of some sort. It was a plain flat piece of wood. He looked over and saw Rodolphus in the water close by. The man pointed his wand at Harry and suddenly the cold disappeared, warming charms engulfing him.

“It was the only conjuration I could manage!” Rabastan yelled, holding on to the piece of wood as the storm raged around them, lightning illuminating the sky.

Together they drifted, and time went by. The storm passed, and, in its wake, silence reigned. Harry felt himself almost go unconscious multiple times. He was fatigued and very tired. It had grown dark and night had fallen. At some point he was no longer aware. The water lulling him to sleep.
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Harry jerked awake. He was lying on a small beach, looking around he saw no sign of life. The waves soaking him wet and sand covering his prison uniform. He quickly got to his feet, but feel down immediately again, every muscle in his body protesting.
He looked around and saw Rodolphus lying a bit further down. Calling out the man’s name, Harry tried to rouse him but got no response.

He finally managed to crawl over to Rodolphus who was lying on his back unconscious. Harry slapped him across the face hard, and the man jerked awake.

“Thank Merlin! I thought you were dead, arsehole!” Harry yelled falling down on his back, breathing harshly.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine!” the grumpy man replied, “what an unpleasant way to wake someone up. You need to learn some manners, Potter.”

“Yea fuck you too,” Harry huffed out a laugh. They had escaped. He was free. Albeit a fugitive with a Death Eater who was considered one of the most dangerous wizards in the country, but they were free!

It was a while before they managed to get up to their feet. Rodolphus immediately started casting spells. Harry recognized the point-me spell. Rodolphus used it on Bella, and the wand spun around in his outstretched hand, finally pointing in a direction leading further in-land. They looked at each other and set out, walking in the shown direction.
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They came across Bella and Rabastan on a rural road next to a field.

Catching up with them, they saw Bella had a muggle family under binding and silencing spells. Two men, a woman, a girl and a boy around his own age lying on the ground. Harry looked at Bella inquisitively.

“We need to go into hiding. We can’t walk around looking like prisoners, when the entire Ministry is out looking for us and probably the muggles too,” she explained, while she started undressing the older woman, who could only look on fearfully as she was stripped naked. Harry thought it made sense, they were looking for them, and if he was caught, he would be thrown in the Veil.

He started towards the boy, intent on taking some clothes for himself, when Rabastan intervened.

“You better take hers. They are looking for a female and three males. If you dress like a girl, it might throw them off a bit,” Rabastan told him as he stripped one of the men.

“You want me to dress like a girl! She’s not even wearing pants!” Harry yelled indignantly, looking over at the teenage girl who looked like one of those rebellious teens. She had black boots, stockings, a dark blue skirt, and matching blouse on.

“Just do it. It’ll be safer,” Rodolphus backing up his brother.

“Fine,” huffing, Harry quickly stripped the girl down exposing her small breasts, he could see her nipples get hard in the cold wind. He drew the line however, seeing her underwear. “I’m not wearing lace panties! I’ll take the boy’s underwear. I’m not wearing hers!”

He dressed, taking the girly blouse on after getting rid of his own shirt. He proceeded to take on the black stockings, feeling quite ridiculous. Harry turned and walking over to the teenage boy, who was probably the girl’s brother he thought, and vanished every piece of clothing except the white briefs the boy wore. Reaching down he quickly pulled the boy’s underwear off, exposing the other teen. Harry looked at the boy’s crotch, curious to see how he measured up.
The boy was obviously younger than he had guessed. He was hairless and didn’t have any pubic hair. The boy’s soft penis was smaller than his own as well. Harry pushed down his own pants and exposed his flaccid dick and pubic hair to the girl and boy lying on the ground beneath him, who was unable to move their heads. He pulled the white briefs on and then the dreaded skirt, making him truly look like a girl. He finished by taking the girl’s boots, having to resize some of the clothing slightly with his wand to make it fit.

Turing around, and leaving the two muggles lying naked, he saw the Lestranges had finished dressing themselves. Bellatrix cackled and Rodolphus laughed, seeing him.

“Yea yea, quite funny,” Harry replied sullenly.

“You need the finishing touch,” Bella exclaimed, starting to cast spells on his hair which had grown during his stay in Azkaban. It reached down to his shoulders.

“Maybe we should start calling you Harriet?” Rodolphus teased.

“Don’t you dare!” Harry shouted irately. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Calm down, Harry. I’m just applying a small amount of eyeliner,” Bella traced her wand along his face.
“there now! Don’t he look lovely?” she asked the men after she had finished torturing him.

Rabastan looked at him closely, “He looks cute. Like one of those lost girls, with his big eyes, not knowing where he might end up.” Which made Rodolphus and Bella laugh. “But his crimson eye might scare everyone off though!”

“Nothing we can do about that I’m afraid,” Bella answered. “Besides, I rather like it. It reminds me of the Dark Lord.”

Harry snorted, unable to keep the image of Voldemort dressed up as a girl from appearing in his mind. The Dark Lord wouldn’t have been bullied into dressing like this, Harry thought amused, unconsciously using Bella’s title for the man.

Rodolphus conjured a mirror, wanting to see the boy’s reaction to his appearance. Harry’s mouth dropped open and he was starring horrified at his own mirror image. “Oh my god!”
He really did look like a girl. His thin, lithe body, which was underfed from his stay in Azkaban fitted the girly clothes perfectly.
His slim waist with slightly broader hips. His hairless legs visible wearing the black stockings which went a bit above his knees. The skirt was short and nowhere long enough to be considered decent.
His pale skin stood in stark contrast to his black hair and unsettling eyes. Bella had done a good job cleaning and setting up his hair, which fell in small curls around his shoulders.
His face looked a bit feminine, he thought, with his defined high cheekbones, petite nose and plumb rosy lips. The makeup did help along the image of him as a girl. Altogether he looked like a different person.

“Fine! I think it’s enough of that! We should probably move, before anyone catch up to us,” Harry said, wanting to get on with it and forget his current appearance.
He looked at Bella and Rodolphus and couldn’t help snigger at their guise. They looked like an old muggle couple. Seeing Bellatrix in muggle clothes somehow felt wrong. She looked very different, having used the time he was appraising himself to deal with her own hair. The only one looking somewhat normal was Rabastan.

Bella quickly killed the muggles and threw their corpses on the empty field. She moved a large amount of dirt, covering them up. They moved along the road together, towards the small town in the distance.
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Having procured a small hotel room with two beds for the night with an expertly placed ‘Imperio’, they settled down trying to figure out their next step.

“We need to find the Dark Lord.” Bella argued.

“He’ll kill me, the first chance he gets.” Harry answered back.

“I don’t think so. If you join him, he’ll reward you! You managed to get us out of Azkaban, you killed three aurors, you are no longer his enemy.”

They continued to argue back and forth a while. Harry thought about it. Voldemort had asked him to join his cause in his first year and again in his second year down in the Chamber of Secrets. Should he do it? He was a fugitive from the law. Everyone already saw him as evil and he didn’t really want to be separated from the Lestranges. He had nowhere else to go. Would the Dark Lord even allow him to join after what happened in the graveyard? Harry shivered thinking back on their last duel. If he did join the Dark Lord, then there was no turning back. He couldn’t change his mind later on. Everything would change.
He eventually agreed with Bella, or at least agreeing to go with them. Whatever happened would happen.

They talked about going to Malfoy Manor. Rodolphus thinking that was where Voldemort most likely was located and even if he wasn’t there, then they could get help from Bella’s sister. They decided to go together to Malfoy Manor in the morning.

Bella and Rodolphus shared one of the beds, leaving the other for Rabastan and Harry. Harry quickly undressed down to his stolen briefs, getting out of the girl clothes. He climbed under the blanket and looked at a shirtless Rabastan pulling off his pants.

The muscular man climbed into bed lying down beside the teen. The bed was small, and Harry could feel Rabastan push against him. the hairy chest against his back. He tried not to think about it, but the more he thought of the nearly naked man behind him, the less he was able to fall asleep.
Harry felt his erection rise, he was getting aroused. He slowly pressed his ass against the man behind him, feeling Rabastan’s cock press against his inner thigh. Harry smirked, knowing he was turning the older man on.

Two strong arms suddenly hugged him, and he felt breath on his ear.

“You’re a little tease, you know that?” Rabastan whispered. Harry’s only response was to grind his ass against the growing bulge behind him again.
Rabastan suddenly reached down beneath their shared covers and pulled his briefs off, freeing his hard-on, and leaving his underwear around his knees. Harry felt quite excited and very horny, wanting to feel the man inside him.

“Please,” Harry whispered in a needy voice.

“Please what?” Rabastan asked as he humped against the fifteen-year-old.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” Rabastan obliged and pushed his hard cock against the boy’s anus. Harry felt his arsehole stretch as the larger cock slowly entered him. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.

When Rabastan was balls deep in tight heat, he started thrusting back and forth. Slowly fucking the young ass given to him freely. Rabastan thought the boy was a horny little pervert, thinking back on all the times he had seen the teen wank or shown himself off naked, and now begging to be fucked.
“You like that don’t you? You fucking whore! Not only dressing like a girl but want to get fucked like one too? Ah, fuck yes! Daddy is gonna give you his milk, boy. you want that? I bet you do, lying there, taking my cock up your boy pussy like the little bitch you are! I’m gonna cum in your tight ass, boy. Take it, you dirty little fuck, take my cock. That’s it, bitch. Ah, fuck!” he whispered into the boy’s ear as he kept thrusting.
Wanting to keep the boy quiet when the little slut started moaning, he took a hold of Harry’s chin and turned his face toward him, lowering his own head down, he forced his tongue in between the pouty lips and started to explore the teen’s wet mouth. Rabastan thinking if this was what freedom tasted like, then he would have escaped ages ago.

Harry felt good, the cock in his ass sliding in and out. When the older man behind him started to call him slutty and telling him he was a dirty little boy and how he was going to be used, he couldn’t help but be even more turned on. Rabastan suddenly kissed him forcefully, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. Harry let him, wanting it. Wanting the man to dominate him, to take him. He slowly pushed his own tongue against the other. A particularly hard thrust made him moan into the man’s mouth.

Rabastan started to fuck Harry faster. His hips slamming against the teen’s slim body and bubble ass. He reached around and took the teen’s smaller prick in his hand. He started jerking the boy off, knowing he was close himself.
Harry felt himself go over the edge. Rabastan pounding into his ass, hitting his prostate, while giving him a handjob and whispering lewd remarks in his ear. He grunted as several spurts of cum shot out of his piss slit, coating Rabastan’s hand and the sheets beside himself wet.
Rabastan felt Harry reach his orgasm. The boy’s rectum contracted around his cock as he pushed further in. He couldn’t help it, grunting out, he shot his load filling the fifteen-year-old with his semen.
Harry could feel cum run down his inner thighs and scrotum, his ass felt wet as Rabastan came, holding him firmly in place and pressing him down into the mattress.

Rabastan pulled out and cast a quiet cleaning charm on them. Together they lied back down, Harry against the bigger man’s chest. Falling asleep he felt safe and loved as Rabastan held him.
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Harry woke up, groggily opening his eyes. He was still lying against Rabastan. Thinking back on their activities last night made him smile.

He looked over and saw Bellatrix up and getting dressed. She smirked when she noticed him. “Morning princess, it sounded like you had quite the night,” and Harry couldn’t help smiling widely back at her. “Ï’ll go find some breakfast. I haven’t eaten anything besides nutrition potions for the last fourteen years,” she told him in a wistful voice before leaving on her quest for food.

Harry felt his morning wood press against Rabastan’s thigh. He slowly extracted himself and stood up, walking towards the bathroom, his erection tenting his underwear. He took a piss and entered the shower after pulling his briefs off.

Suddenly the door opened and Rabastan walked in. “Morning, slept well?” the man asked while fishing his cock out and started pissing.

“I can’t remember the last time I slept so good!” Harry looked on as Rabastan finished, and as the man stepped into the shower with him. “What? You wanna share?” Harry smirked moving over to make room.

Rabastan looked him over, his eyes raking up and down his younger body. Harry reached down to his erection which was still standing proud. He slowly took a hold of his dick and started sliding his foreskin back and forth.

“It’s your own fault, barging in like you own the place. I only took a shower because I needed to take care of my little problem,” Harry explained as he slowly masturbated in front of the naked man. He went faster and like usual the sound of his fapping started to echo around the bathroom, the sound of water from the shower making it harder to hear.

Harry looked Rabastan over, and his eyes were drawn to the man’s crotch. Rabastan’s eight-inch cock was half-hard and slowly rising. “You like this? Watching me wank, who’s the pervert now?” Harry asked in a teasing voice, keeping up his pace, his hand going back and forth.

“I’ll still say it’s you, you little slut. Standing here and wanking off without a care in the world. You like me watching you? You like showing off?” Rabastan answered, walking closer towards the boy, almost touching. He watched the teen and his flushed skin. His own cock was now hard and slowly rubbing against the boy’s left arm.
Harry took his unoccupied hand and wrapped his fingers around the large cock in front of him, slowly starting to jack it off. “It’s not my fault it get’s hard all the time.” He continued pulling on his own dick while giving Rabastan a handjob, the two of them standing close together in the shower.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Harry cried after a while, as he reached orgasm. He felt jets of semen shot out and disappear below, the evidence washed away by the shower. He closed his eyes savoring the feeling, looking up he saw Rabastan watching him.

“A horny teenager indeed,” Rabastan told him and Harry smirked. “You better take care of this problem too then. You created it after all, showing yourself off like that and giving me a handjob like a professional whore.” Rabastan waved his cock in front of the boy, while his other hand slowly pressed down on the teen’s shoulder.

Getting the hint, Harry lowered himself to his knees and took the cock in his mouth, familiar with giving blowjobs. He started to bob his head back and forth, sliding his tongue along the shaft and over the exposed head.
Rabastan moaned as the teen went down on him. His hands went into the shoulder long hair. “that’s it. Suck my cock.”
Rabastan started to thrust into the wet mouth, and while gripping Harry’s head, forced his eight-inches down the boy’s throat.
Harry gagged slightly as his throat was fucked. He kept running his tongue along and around the shaft, wanting Rabastan to feel pleasure. He could taste precum as Rabastan kept thrusting. Harry’s lips engulfed the shaft, his own saliva slowly running down his chin.

“fuck yes, take my cock, boy! You fucking cocksucker. You better swallow every drop I give you, you little whore!” Rabastan shouted as he continued to roughly fuck Harry’s mouth.
Harry slowly raised his arm and his hand sneaked up beneath the man’s hairy legs, behind his large ball sack. He could feel the cock in his throat making it hard to breathe. Rabastan’s balls slapped against his chin and his nose was pressed into the large bush of pubic hair.
He pressed his finger between the man’s arse cheeks and found his hole. He slowly pressed his finger up inside, all the while licking and sucking to the best of his ability.
As soon as his finger breached the sensitive muscle, Rabastan cried out and shoved him further onto his cock. He felt the cock swell and then robes of cum flooded his mouth and throat, forcing him to swallow or choke as he was held forcefully in place by the hands on his head. He quickly swallowed the salty substance while slowly pressing his finger back and forth inside the man’s anus.

When Rabastan withdrew his cock and released Harry’s head, he slowly took his finger out and stood up, his knees arching for being on the hard ground for too long.

He looked up at Rabastan and saw him smile. “I needed that,” the man told him. “You’re fucking hot, you know that?” as Rabastan took a hold of the teen and pushed him against the shower wall. He turned the water off and lowered his head to the pouty lips capturing them with his own.

Harry felling quite breathless, guided his own tongue inside Rabastan’s mouth making the man taste himself.
They made out and groped each other for another ten minutes before finally getting out of the shower.
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Bellatrix returned and they all ate a large breakfast. Harry wondered where Bella had gotten bacon. Nothing was missing from their full English breakfast.

They left together satisfied after eating. Bella and Rodolphus disappearing in loud cracks. Rabastan took a firm hold of his upper arm and Harry felt like being pressed through a small tube as they disapparated from the small town.
They reappeared in front of large black iron gates. Apparating next to Bella and Rodolphus. In the distance a large manor house stood among the trees, which to Harry more resembled a small castle.

Bella looked eager to be here. “Welcome to Malfoy Manor,” she told him with a flourish as they started walking towards the Malfoy home.
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