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ASP: Lord of Death	By : Vivianna-Moonshadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 6353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Sorry that this has taken so long, lots of things going on, had little time for writing. I'll try to do better next time. Hope you all like this chap.
Chapter 4: the Barn

Al woke up in a small, shabby room. It was made of course wood with many holes and cracks. He looked around, panicked, for a way out. There was a door in front of him, but the creak of floorboards told him someone was outside. He stood up and looked up and around and saw nothing; he was so sore that just the act of getting up caused pain to shoot through his body. He guessed he must have been asleep in an awkward position for a long time.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” he whispered to himself. He thought, “There has to be a way.” He kicked at the hay that was strewn about the floor in hopes that there would be a trap door, but no luck. He tried not to panic but he was losing that battle fast. He sat down, brought his knees up and buried his face in his arms and started to cry.
“I just want to go home. Why did this have to happen to me?” he began to sob into his arms.
“That will be answered in time.” The soft sultry voice startled Al. He gasped and looked up into the face a woman with short black hair and sly smile.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?’ Al asked, still hiccupping thru his tears. All she did was give a soft laugh and kneel down next to him. She reached out and tried to touch his face, but he backed away till he bumped into the wall. She just laughed again, got on her knees and crawled toward him. When she reached for him this time, he had nowhere to go. She held his chin, pulled him to her and kissed him full on the mouth. He gasped and tried to pull away again but to no avail, she had him.
“You are him. Wonderful,” she silkily whispered as she pulled away. Al just looked at her like she was crazy. She stood up and walked out of the room. Al was left sitting on the floor more confused than when he woke up. He was hoping that things would be cleared up.
“What was she talking about? I’m who? I don’t understand” He cried as he laid down where he was and tried to go back to sleep, but all he could really do was stare at the door thinking of all the worst things that could happen and crying.
He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew he was being shaken awake by a gruff looking guy with a really scruffy beard. He didn’t say anything, just picked Al up and carried him out of his little room.
“Wait, I have to use the bathroom! Please, I really have to go!” Al said, as his squeezed his legs closed trying not to piss himself. They walked into a room with a long chain hanging from the ceiling, and lots of things on tables of which Al had no idea what they were. The scruffy man put Al down and pointed to a bucket in a corner.
“Am I supposed to go in that?” Al asked. All the man did was nod and turn away. “I don’t think I can with someone in here. I won’t run away. Please”. The man relented after staring him down and stood outside the door while Al did his business. Al opened the door when he was done. The man came in, followed by the woman who kissed him. His stomach tightened at the sight of her.
“Good day, my Young Lord. My name is Sasha. This lovely caretaker of yours is Gregory. No need to introduce yourself; we already know so much about you.” She stated this in the calmest manner, and Albus was even more confused. “Young Lord” what did she mean by that.
“Ok....but why me? What do you want with me? I...I don’t....I don’t understand” He managed to say before tears filled his eye and spilled over.
“Oh, my dear sweet Little Lord, don’ cry. We are here to help you fullfill your destiny. You see I have had a vision. I’m a seer you see; and I saw you as you will be. A new Dark Lord, for us, the loyal death eaters. and I know what must be done for you to become the man I saw in my vision.” She was kneeling beside him now, at his eye level.
“You will have to suffer for this to happen.” He shook his head, scared beyond belief. ”Yes, My Lord. I saw it, and I can show you. Would you like to see the man you will become?” He just looked at her. He didn’t know what was wrong with this woman, she was making no sense. Who would want him, when James was so much better. But he nodded, pure curiosity getting the better of him.
“Wonderful my Little Lord”. She sat on the floor in front of him and placed her hands on his and urged him to sit as well. When he was sitting, she held his hands tight and closed her eyes.
Suddenly Al was in a different place; it was an open field with nothing on it: no grass or trees. It looked like a meteor had hit, like everything living had been blown away. He heard someone speaking; he didn’t know where from. The words reverberated through his bones, into his soul.
One shall rise to rule an evil empire,
His path begot from pain and anger.
Brother will fight brother, and those he thought he loved will turn from him;
But only love can stop the path of destruction in front of him.
The one who turned and the one that protects can save him and the world.
If he cannot accept the love around him, the world will bow to his darkness.
The scene in front of him was frightening. A young man with long black hair and piercing eyes was staring at him. There was a large snake draped across his shoulders and he had a dagger in one hand. He had no wand. The scene turned around he was now facing another young man with short shaggy hair, pointing his wand at the first man.
   “That gorgeous young man with the snake is you, my dear. That is who you are going to be. I’ve seen it; you are going to be wonderful,” Sasha whispered in his ear.
   “Who is that?” Al asked, pointing to the other man. “Why are we fighting?”
   “That, I believe, is your brother. The prophecy states that brothers will fight. He is going to try to stop you from your fate.” It changed again. Older Albus was sitting on a high backed chair surrounded by men and women, as before, the snake was draped over him. It reared its head and turned toward the older him, they both stuck out their tongues and licked each other; the snakes forked tongue wrapped around the stud in the Older Albus’s long tongue . The scenes faded and they were back in the small room with the chain again. Gregory was sitting in a chair watching, obviously bored.
Albus was stunned, confused and scared. What was his fate? What was the real meaning behind the prophecy? So many questions bussed around his head; he didn’t know what to ask first. He just stared at his captors and shook; he was cold despite the humid arrant air in the barn.
“What does it all mean?” were the only words he could force from his shaking form.
“It means Young Lord, that me and my associate here are going to condition you to become the next Dark Lord. It also means that we are going to have to do terrible things to you, but they will all be for your betterment, I promise that Gregory and his friends will not kill you. If they do I will surly kill them. But for the first bit of your training, you will beg for death. I know this, but you must not; you must be strong. I will leave you for today. Someone will bring you food in an hour, and then your training begins.” Sasha’s voice was as smooth as silk. Al was terrified, but her voice kept him calm until she left the room.
Gregory lead Al back to his little room, left without a word, and locked the door behind him. It was a short while after that when Al realized that his pants were soaked. He had not even noticed or remembered wetting himself. He was beyond embarrassed and scared. What had she meant by conditioning and terrible things? Well, poor Albus was getting ready to find out.

   After a meager meal of a half a cheese sandwich and a small glass of water, Gregory lead him to the room with the chain. Al looked around, trying to keep the tears from falling. Gregory instructed him in a very thick accent to take his shirt off. When Al just looked at him Gregory reared back a strong hand and let it fly, catching Al full on the right cheek. He fell to the floor, and Gregory repeated his command. This time Albus complied, slowly pulling the shirt he had been wearing over his head and tossed it to the floor, anger and fear making him a little too bold.
“Are you happy now? It’s off, maybe speak a little clearer too!” he shouted, and the look of Gregory’s face made him immediately regret it. “I’m sorry, I’m just scared”. He spat out as the huge man knelt down and began tying his hands together
Gregory grabbed Al’s chin, with a surprising gentleness, and turned Al to look in his face, “Never apologize for being brave enough to stand up to someone bigger than you. That take balls that most men my age do not have, and never will.” He then picked Al up under the arms and placed his bound hands on the hook hanging from the chain. “This will hurt, and you must bear it. You will be spending a lot of time up like this.” Al was continually surprised by the calm manner this beast of a man was using. The rope caught on the hook and tightened around Al’s wrists, as Gregory slowly let him go his arms ached and pulled and the pain began. He tried to put on a brave face, it didn’t hurt bad at first, but after what Al assumed to be half an hour it hurt very badly. Without a surface for his feet to support his weight his wrists were in incredible pain.
Gregory waited a good hour for the boy to adjust to the weight on his hands. He kind of liked the boy; he had a hidden strength about him, a fury waiting deep, deep down to be awakened, and he didn’t need some fancy prophecy to tell him that. He let out a sigh as he heaved himself from his chair; he hated that damned thing, far too uncomfortable. But if the Little Lord must suffer, so must he. He went to the far side of the room and picked up the whip that lay to the left. He had planned out a different tool for each session. He knew how to do this, and his own master had done the same for him. He would have to tell the boy someday, about his ill-fated master, and the training he had done to make him a stronger man.
He came back to the boy and poked him with the handle of the whip, the boy had zoned out, Gregory smiled, he was already learning to take himself somewhere else to deal with the pain.
Al opened his eyes and saw Gregory. He had a strange smile on his face. Al had no idea how much time had passed; he had been trying to think about anything but the pain. He thought about Lily and Teddy, and he even thought about James. But then he let his head drop and saw that Gregory had a whip. An ugly thing, long and black, it was thick at the base and then tapered off to a shrewd, thin tip. Al began to shiver at the sight of it, but that made his hands hurt more so he tried to still himself.
Gregory lifted it so that Albus could see it better. “This is what I will be using first, Little Lord” He said in that thick baritone accent. “It will hurt worse than hanging there, and it will leave marks on you, but I tell you this: every scar is a badge of honor, and for every lash that you do not scream, you will get a treat. Do you understand?” Al just nodded his head. “When I feel you have mastered this lesson we will move on.” He walked slowly around Albus, Al shook, he had never been whipped before, he had never even been popped on the butt or back of the head like James. He was terribly frightened.
As the first lash came down all Al could hear was the whip on the floor followed by Gregory’s breathing, and then came a grunt, a whistling of the whip in the air, and then he felt the pain before he heard the crack. And then all of it was drowned out by the scream. Nothing had ever felt like that, never had he known that kind of intense pain. He was blinded by it; even though his eyes were wide open, he could not see anything but white light. He cried and gasped for a long time, trying to calm himself, but before he could regain his composure the whip hit again and again, but always with a long enough pause that he would almost be calm.
Albus didn’t know how long this had gone on. After a while, he was too tired to care. His back hurt beyond words, as well as his butt and legs. He was thankful that he was still wearing his pants, or it would have been worse. After a while the whip was gone to him. He felt it, but he didn’t have it in him to scream. His tears had left him long ago and he was just praying for it to end.
He was startled when he felt something cold on his back, the cold felt good, but was short lived; more pain came with the cold. It wasn’t near as bad as the whip, but it brought out a gasp from him and he whined and choked back a cry until the pain ebbed away. Gregory was spreading something all over his back, over the cuts Al knew where there.
   “This salve will speed the healing. It will still leave scars; don’t think you are getting out of having those, but it will shorten the time it takes to heal.” He voice seemed thicker somehow, but that must have just been Al’s pained brain thinking that. Al felt Gregory grab him under his armpits and begin to lift him. He did it slowly, but the movement was still agony. Albus screamed and cried out, and after Gregory set him on the floor, his feet completely failed him. He fell to the floor and hugged himself trying to will the pain to stop, but it wouldn’t. Al knew it wouldn’t.
   Gregory picked him up and slung him over his shoulder, another scream worthy movement, and carried him back to his sleeping room. He set Albus in a small chair that had not been there before and left. When he returned, he was carrying a plate with food on it. Al didn’t want to eat after what had just happened; not anything Gregory bought him. But the large man knelt down in front of him and handed him a sandwich. Al took a bit and his eyes snapped open; it was Roast beef. He closed his eyes and gave a little moan. It was wonderful.
“Your treat my Little Lord. You did scream once, but after that, you did good. I was not so lucky as to not scream during my first session. We will do one more on the morrow, but for now eat and rest. Another will be in to put more salve on your wounds before you sleep. If you don’t scream at all tomorrow I will have a better treat. Sleep well Milord.” Gregory left.
   Al didn’t like that man. He was too weird, and why was he doing this? Why would he want to? That is what worried Al. Doing what you’re told is one thing, but he knew this man wanted to be doing this to him. He finished his sandwich and drank the drink he was given. As he went to get up from the chair, he gasped and moaned as the pain ripped through his back again. He wanted to lie down, however, so he bit his bottom lip and got to his feet. He had to hunch his back and shuffle, but he made it to the straw bed they had left him. He fell onto his side with a great amount of pain and passed out right there.
   When he came to, he realized someone was in the room with him. He sat bolt upright until the pain hit, and then he doubled over. He looked at the person: a young man, about mid 20s from the look, in dirty clothes with dirty brown hair... at least Al hoped it was brown.
   “Glad you’re up. Been waiting forever; was getting ready to leave without dressing you up.” To say that his accent was cockney would be nice; Al could barely understand him. “I’m Alex,” he said, and Al nodded his head, eyeing him wearily. Alex got up and came to sit by Al, he had a jar and some bandages with him.
   “Come on now, show us your back,” he said. He sounded chipper and happy. Al didn’t like any of them that were happy to be there. Happy to be torturing someone. But Al showed him his mauled back and Alex set to work rubbing on the salve and wrapping a long bandage around Al’s chest and back. The cream stung like bees, but not as badly as before.
   “Did he get your legs boy?” Alex asked, and Al Nodded. “Well, drop your pants and I’ll put some on there too. The Wolf probably didn’t think to put it on your legs.” When Al just looked at him, sizing him, Alex said, “Don’t worry I won’t bite you. Not like the Wolf; that’s what he is you know, Gregory. Him’s a werewolf. And it’s just us boys here, so go on, pull ‘em down, or do you need help?”
   “I don’t need help,” Al said as he slowly got up and pulled his pants down to the knee. He didn’t like any of this. Gregory being a werewolf didn’t scare him, and he’d known werewolves before. But this guy, Alex... Al didn’t like him. But his legs did hurt.
   Alex did smooth salve on his legs, but as he got closer to Al’s backside Al started to pull up his pants. That’s when Alex grabbed his arms and threw him down on his stomach, and ripped his pants back down his legs. Al tried to fight back, tried to kick him off, but his legs were caught in the pants and Alex was much bigger. Al Screamed and yelled for help, but who in this place would help him? They were all here to hurt him. So he just stopped and cried. Alex undid his own pants and pulled them down. He put more cream on his hands and put it all over Al’s ass. Al grabbed fistfuls of straw and tried not to cry. He knew he would scream, but this man would not make him cry.
   As Alex thrust into Albus, it was like fire. The salve made it smoother, but Alex didn’t care to wait for Al to adjust. Albus lay there, pain everywhere as Alex thrust in and out, grunting and groaning. Al closed his eyes and tried to take his mind elsewhere, like he had done with the whipping, but it wouldn’t happen. He could think of nothing but the feel of Alex inside him, the full and painful stretching of his ass and the horrid friction of the hurried motions. He muffled his screams in the straw and bit his lip bloody waiting for the end.
   When Alex finally grunted his climax, Albus gave a sigh of relief and let his body collapse onto the straw as Alex let go of his hips. Alex didn’t even clean him up, he just left him there; pants down, legs unbandaged, face-down in the straw. Only once he had blown out the candle and left, did Albus allow himself to cry. He cried and sobbed until he fell asleep. Dreams of the whip and Alex plagued him throughout the night.
   He woke screaming and he woke crying. Never did he have a restful moment of sleep until he woke to see an older man in the straw beside him. Al was far too tired to even care who he was or why he was there, but he looked so sad. The man looked at Al, gave a sad smile, and put his hand on Al’s head. “Sleep my Lord. No one will harm you again while I am around. Please, sleep” Al fell asleep instantly and had no more dreams, and when he woke, his breakfast of a sandwich and water was set before him and he was fully bandaged and clothed. He didn’t know who the man was, but Al hoped he was a friend.
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