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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
27,438
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
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Lessons
Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, my lord and Master. The plot is mine (and every other person’s who has written this type of story.), the world and characters I am just borrowing.
Warnings: Will be a creepy fic! Will include child abuse, rape, underage sex and all that other stuff I put in the warnings. If this squicks you, stop now. Run away! I warned you! To everyone else enjoy.
Eaf: Shall do.
Lyoness: J It may happen. *smirks*
Tyrisha: I’m glad you like it.
GothicAnn87: Yes, stupid computers. *glares at all computers*
Tyrisha: ^^ Yay! I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
Harry kneeled down as Lady Bellatrix entered the room, and a shrill giggled escaped her lips.
“He’s so well trained Master.” She said excitedly. Tom frowned slightly.
“He is not for you.” The dark haired woman paled noticeably, and nodded, averting her gaze slightly.
“Yes, of course Master.”
Tom beckoned Harry to come forward and kissed him gently before introducing him to his new teacher.
“Little One, this is Lady Bellatrix. She will be training you in the Unforgivables. I trust you will learn fast.” Harry nodded.
“I will try Master.” With a farewell kiss, Tom left the two, and Bellatrix’s grin returned.
“Salutations young Harry.” She said, holding out her hand. Harry obediently knelt, and kissed the offer limb.
“Mistress Bellatrix.” He mumbled, bowing his head in reverence. This woman was the only Death Eater ever to be hand trained by Tom himself. She was owed much respect.
“Such a pretty one. Oh! We shall have such fun you and I!” She giggled again, taking his hand and leading him down into the bowls of the castle, into a room Harry had never been allowed to enter before. Inside it was dark, dank, and reeked of the pungent smell of fear. They only light issued from bewitched candles, charmed never to go out, but to give only the softest amount of light. In the far corner, a small whimpering sound could be heard, and as Harry peered intently through the darkness, the form of a small girl began to take shape. She was chained to the wall with thick, iron manacles, charmed to fit round her tiny wrists, which were already rubbed raw from her attempts to free herself. She was about Harry’s age, with soft blonde hair, which fell in gentle waves around her face. He dull blue eyes were full of tears, and she huddled back into the shadows, determined to avoid their gaze.
“The first curse we will practice is Imperio. It is a mind control spell; very dark, but quite useful.” Bellatrix waved her wand absently and the girl’s eyes became empty, and she stared blankly ahead. “Pull out your hair.” Bellatrix commanded with a smirk, and immediately the child began to rip great hunks of her hair out, showing no outward signs of pain. “They will do anything you tell them to, even if it would result in their death. Their mind is yours, completely yours. It’s the most amazing feeling Harry; to be completely in control.” Harry stared at the girl, who was still tearing at her beautiful golden hair, with a sort of morbid curiosity. It wasn’t that he felt particular sorry for the girl. Having formed no strong bonds with anyone his own age, with the exception of Draco, whom he’d only just met, Harry had no real sense of sympathy for other creatures. He knew was what happening surely must hurt, but was too far distanced from the situation to be bothered by it.
“Make her do something else.” He said softly, eyes wide.
The black-haired woman smirked.
“What do you want her to do, Harry?” She asked, stopping the current spell, causing the girl to fall to a shaking heap on the floor.
“Make her…think she’s a puppy.”
The woman rolled her eyes at the uncreative request, but waved her wand. The girl began barking in high picked yips, trying to crawl about the floor, but inhibited by the chains. Harry didn’t dare to show his glee, but inside he was thrilled. He would much rather make people be his pets then make them hurt themselves, what was the point of that anyways?
Abruptly Bellatrix stopped the spell, and passed her wand to Harry.
“It’s you’re turn. Wave the wand as I just did, and make sure you pronounce it clearly. Don’t forget though, that’s not enough. You have to want it. You have to truly deeply want to control her.”
Harry nodded, waving the wand at child, and much to Bellatrix’s surprise, her eyes went blank yet again. With a muttered instruction by Harry, she began to smash her head against the wall, casing the boy to snicker slightly.
Bellatrix was taken aback, staring at the boy in shock. It had taken her months of practice to even begin to master a curse such as this, and that was with seven years at Durmstrang under her belt. Yet here was a mere child, with no proper magical education, and he had mastered one of the most difficult of spells on his first try. Surely, this child would rival even her Master when he was of age. She watched in awe as the child giggled when the girl finally lost consciousness.
“Our Master will be pleased.”
~*~
Warnings: Will be a creepy fic! Will include child abuse, rape, underage sex and all that other stuff I put in the warnings. If this squicks you, stop now. Run away! I warned you! To everyone else enjoy.
Eaf: Shall do.
Lyoness: J It may happen. *smirks*
Tyrisha: I’m glad you like it.
GothicAnn87: Yes, stupid computers. *glares at all computers*
Tyrisha: ^^ Yay! I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
Harry kneeled down as Lady Bellatrix entered the room, and a shrill giggled escaped her lips.
“He’s so well trained Master.” She said excitedly. Tom frowned slightly.
“He is not for you.” The dark haired woman paled noticeably, and nodded, averting her gaze slightly.
“Yes, of course Master.”
Tom beckoned Harry to come forward and kissed him gently before introducing him to his new teacher.
“Little One, this is Lady Bellatrix. She will be training you in the Unforgivables. I trust you will learn fast.” Harry nodded.
“I will try Master.” With a farewell kiss, Tom left the two, and Bellatrix’s grin returned.
“Salutations young Harry.” She said, holding out her hand. Harry obediently knelt, and kissed the offer limb.
“Mistress Bellatrix.” He mumbled, bowing his head in reverence. This woman was the only Death Eater ever to be hand trained by Tom himself. She was owed much respect.
“Such a pretty one. Oh! We shall have such fun you and I!” She giggled again, taking his hand and leading him down into the bowls of the castle, into a room Harry had never been allowed to enter before. Inside it was dark, dank, and reeked of the pungent smell of fear. They only light issued from bewitched candles, charmed never to go out, but to give only the softest amount of light. In the far corner, a small whimpering sound could be heard, and as Harry peered intently through the darkness, the form of a small girl began to take shape. She was chained to the wall with thick, iron manacles, charmed to fit round her tiny wrists, which were already rubbed raw from her attempts to free herself. She was about Harry’s age, with soft blonde hair, which fell in gentle waves around her face. He dull blue eyes were full of tears, and she huddled back into the shadows, determined to avoid their gaze.
“The first curse we will practice is Imperio. It is a mind control spell; very dark, but quite useful.” Bellatrix waved her wand absently and the girl’s eyes became empty, and she stared blankly ahead. “Pull out your hair.” Bellatrix commanded with a smirk, and immediately the child began to rip great hunks of her hair out, showing no outward signs of pain. “They will do anything you tell them to, even if it would result in their death. Their mind is yours, completely yours. It’s the most amazing feeling Harry; to be completely in control.” Harry stared at the girl, who was still tearing at her beautiful golden hair, with a sort of morbid curiosity. It wasn’t that he felt particular sorry for the girl. Having formed no strong bonds with anyone his own age, with the exception of Draco, whom he’d only just met, Harry had no real sense of sympathy for other creatures. He knew was what happening surely must hurt, but was too far distanced from the situation to be bothered by it.
“Make her do something else.” He said softly, eyes wide.
The black-haired woman smirked.
“What do you want her to do, Harry?” She asked, stopping the current spell, causing the girl to fall to a shaking heap on the floor.
“Make her…think she’s a puppy.”
The woman rolled her eyes at the uncreative request, but waved her wand. The girl began barking in high picked yips, trying to crawl about the floor, but inhibited by the chains. Harry didn’t dare to show his glee, but inside he was thrilled. He would much rather make people be his pets then make them hurt themselves, what was the point of that anyways?
Abruptly Bellatrix stopped the spell, and passed her wand to Harry.
“It’s you’re turn. Wave the wand as I just did, and make sure you pronounce it clearly. Don’t forget though, that’s not enough. You have to want it. You have to truly deeply want to control her.”
Harry nodded, waving the wand at child, and much to Bellatrix’s surprise, her eyes went blank yet again. With a muttered instruction by Harry, she began to smash her head against the wall, casing the boy to snicker slightly.
Bellatrix was taken aback, staring at the boy in shock. It had taken her months of practice to even begin to master a curse such as this, and that was with seven years at Durmstrang under her belt. Yet here was a mere child, with no proper magical education, and he had mastered one of the most difficult of spells on his first try. Surely, this child would rival even her Master when he was of age. She watched in awe as the child giggled when the girl finally lost consciousness.
“Our Master will be pleased.”
~*~