Harry Potter's F*cked Life

Harry had been oblivious, told they were taking her to a movie and she'd blindly followed along; which made her frightened look worse as she looked between her godfather and Remus as she was dragged before the Dark Lord. She struggled but didn't want to hurt them and the word 'no' was forbidden to her, so ultimately resigned herself - tears pouring down her face despite the mens reassurances as they forced her to sit in a chair.

"Look at me, Harry." the Dark Lord said quietly.

Harry recoiled from the order, looking at Sirius - her eyes begging, not even aware of Voldemort's mind reading abilities, "Please... please..." she'd nearly hyperventilated, searching his face for leniency. For perhaps the first time, she found none and tried to look to Remus to implore him instead but the werewolf caught her jaw midway. Harry couldn't see the tortured look on either of the wizards' faces as she'd bucked and struggled, they kept her still as she wailed. Finally her eyes flashed to his and she shrieked and stiffened as he dragged her most unwanted memories forward.

It wasn't something he relished.

Saying words escaped him was a vast understatement. He'd still been staring vacantly as he waved the two mutts and their 'pup' away in dismissal. There wasn't any offense on their faces, they could only guess what he'd seen - Harry was unconscious by that time, her mind shutting down but undamaged... well...

Dumbledore had not abandoned his old tricks. He'd actually gone and improved upon his sick need to break young and powerful orphaned wixen, keeping them weak and frightened of him so they'd never come against him, and added a muggle. For the moment he couldn't say for certain if the muggle was complicit in assisting the Headmaster or if was cursed to be so.

Clearly Dumbledore's failure with Tom had caused him to double down, literally, the next time, an exceptionally, powerful orphaned wixen came through the doors. Of course there had been other orphans with titles - pureblood and half-bloood - but none had shown true power, nothing like

Harry oozed out her pores and himself. He couldn't be certain what about the powerful orphans that was so enticing, or perhaps frightening, but he'd come to believe it was because they were wildcards. No natural loyalties, no family ties to pull them this way or another - completely free agents in the wizarding world and its politics. Far more of a threat then a powerful child from a loyal family, or even an adversarial house - at least then he knew exactly where those loyalties would lie.

Orphans had none.

They also had no support system to call upon when he began to rip them apart bit by bit.

Dumbledore had managed to completely control Harry's life before she'd even set foot through the school's doors. He started off as acting the grandfatherly sort and Harry had fallen for it - she'd never even questioned why he had her sit in his lap when she'd go to his office and offered sweets.

The sick bastard had made Hogwarts truly magical but, as was bound to happen, she angered him.

Harry had run off before her third year and Hogwarts had become a confusing mix of heaven and hell her first night back within the walls of the castle, shoving that barbaric potion down her throat and....

It was bold to pick Potter who, while an orphan, would inherit her families titles and estates. As a Duchess she would have a ridiculous amount of sway - the kind that if Dumbledore wasn't careful could destroy him. Perhaps the gains outweighed the loss... - but what could outweigh that sort of loss? Not just some sick thrill, surely. Dumbledore couldn't think to marry the girl either, the Wizarding World would burn him at the stake as a dirty old man - rightfully assuming that he had groomed and abused a student in his care. His own family had been well out of power by the time he'd been born, forcing to build his from the ground up.

"She will have to return to Hogwarts, you and your House are to keep an eye on the girl - interceding as best you can. Keep her away from Dumbledore. We don't have enough strength in numbers to move now and Harry can't just disappear - if something goes sideways and she's recaptured it will be far worse for her than it is now. He will think she tried to run away again. She has to be taken, in public, with witnesses. Organizing such an extraction will take time, likely needing to be choreographed somewhat as Black and Lupin will be abducted with Potter." he told

Severus and then sighed, "First things first are my followers in Azkaban." he paused before holding up a finger, "Get a contraceptive potion in Harry before she leaves." 

It was unlikely that Dumbledore was trying to impregnate the girl but it was best to cover all bases.

--

Harry jerked awake as loud music began blasting into the theater as the ending credits began to run. Her head ached and her throat hurt, she couldn't remember arriving at the theater or what movie they'd picked. Sirius and Remus were standing up, the werewolf offering her a hand up from her seat while looking a little guilty. Harry didn't blame him for not waking her up though all she wanted right now was something to drink.

--

"Let's go find a compartment." Harry commented, pushing past some of the other bodies moving around them in the train corridor.

"Er - mate?" Ron asked and then pointed to his Prefect badge.

"Right. Sorry." Harry said with a small smile and watched as they moved toward the front of the train. Her face dropped and she opened up her bag, jamming her headphones on quickly and tapping at the screen of her phone - more music player - as she began to slowly shuffle along.

'Granite' by Sleep Token blared over her headphones, cancelling out the din around her and distracting her from feeling like a first year which was the last time she'd been alone on the train.

She recognized most faces she saw but they were just acquaintances or had their own friends that they were catching up with. Or she'd rather ride under the train to Hogwarts than try to have any sort of civil interaction with. Harry could only speculate what comments her appearance would receive, especially from the Slytherin's.

'All compliments, of course,' she thought with a sarcastic smile to herself.

The twins and Lee waved as she passed by their compartment, same with Ginny with a blonde Harry didn't know, Lavender and Dean; Angelina was arguing with Katie in another - emphatically pointing at a copy of 'Quidditch Through the Ages'. She was sure she would hear about whatever they were debating at the first practice of the season. Harry idly scrolled through her music, debating over what she wanted to listen to after letting the last three play automatically when she ran into someone. She wasn't sure how she had managed to do it, she'd just glanced up to make sure she wasn't going to collide with anyone or a random trunk some first year had hauled in.

Harry glanced up and saw his lips moving after fumbling the player and she pulled her headphones off, the music screaming out and she looked at the players screen to find the pause button. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?" McLaggen repeated and Harry faced up to see that he was only a few inches from her face suddenly, his larger form looming over her. Fuck, that sounded fun.

She could feel her face heating up, as she opened her mouth, "I-" the train car door opened behind her.

"Hiya, Harry!" a happy voice chirped and Harry was immediately grateful for Neville's well-timed appearance. McLaggen had only gotten closer to her as she floundered her words. It wasn't that he wasn't immense fun to play with but Dumbledore would likely want to see her and he always knew.

They had never told her that she wasn't allowed to play but they punished her for it every single time. She couldn't help it though. Her playmates touches didn't make her skin crawl, some even murmuring words of love and tenderness in the moment - it was nice to pretend.

"Hey, Neville." Harry replied with relief, ignoring the annoyed look McLaggen was giving Longbottom,and moved toward her friend. The older Gryffindor never seemed to be annoyed wither her, though enjoyed whispering dirty things to her and making her blush, "Should we find a compartment?"

"Yeah." she nodded and followed along after once she'd skirted around Cormac, "You look a little different this year, Harry." Neville told her and she started laughing, his tone was just so innocent and sweet.

"Nah. Same as ever. So, tell me, how was your summer and how is your Gran?"

--

Severus didn't know how no one had noticed before, still weren't seeing what was going on. It was subtle, which is how he'd not noticed the behavior either but now that he did it was all he could focus on.

The older students arrived in their regular clothes, quickly changing in their dorms before the Welcoming Feast as the first years crossed the lake. Dumbledore, along with the rest of the staff, greeted them in the Entrance Hall as they arrived. Harry was wearing another provacative outfit that featured fishnets with a low-cut top and shorts, but Dumbledore didn't even look in her direction.

It was at the Feast that it became apparent and creepy.

Harry entered the hall in the formless, ugly school robes between her two friends and Dumbledore's eyes zeroed in on her. They did not leave her the entire time, Harry appearing completely oblivious as she laughed with her group. Ron had held a chicken leg, moving it as he was trying to make a point, pointing it at Harry's face - she'd watched it, moving her head with the chicken for a breif moment before snapping out with her teeth and taking a bite of it. Her friend had stared between her and his piece of chicken as she chewed happily kicking her feet under the table. Ron, of course, burst out in laughter at her actions.

Dumbledore's knuckles around his chalice and fork went white while he watched.

Especially when McLaggen offered her piece of rich chocolate cake, the pieces on the platter near her having been quickly snatched up. Given her seeker reflexes she was likely too polite to be the first to grab at what appeared and allowing her housemates a chance. She had accepted it and Severus thought that Cormac looked a little too pleased about it. Severus wondered how Cormac knew what she wanted, though he'd not focused on the Gryffindor long.

Intently, unblinking, Dumbledore stared as she gobbled up the rich chocolate dessert - Severus knew it was delicious, it was on his own plate.

Severus pondered what exactly Dumbledore's 'deal' was. He outright ignored Harry when she looked, frankly, slutty but when she was covered up in the bulky robes he appeared ready to devour her - a predator watching its prey. Dumbledore did not seem to like her tattoo's and piercings, which was likely part of why she'd gotten so many so quickly - hoping the old man would lose interest - despite the ire she'd known it would bring. She'd keep getting more, not fully realizing that they would not help her in her sad bid for freedom. Rebelling in any way she could.

Harry yawned at the end of the Feast and one of the Weasley twins had quickly whispered something to her, her eyes lit up and she nodded. It was likely George that stood up, Harry standing on the bench for a couple seconds before wrapping herself on the boys back. Severus resisted rolling his eyes, her friends seemed to more treat Harry like a small child at times than a classmate. Though he couldn't find any real fault in it now, not knowing what he did. Let her cling to childishness, to youth, to innocence....

Severus dreaded tomorrow, somehow he just knew that some horror would befall the girl. He could not intervene, there was no reason for him to - he also had to talk to his own house.

--

Harry nearly skipped up the dormitory stairs after extinguishing her current cigarette which had been provided by the twins - in Germany they were old enough to buy such. Apparition merely made the aquisition easy, as opposed to past years - which she didn't ask about. She was in a good mood and had a buzz going. Dumbledore hadn't 'invited' her to his office during or after the Feast, she'd made it to the Common Room! She had never done that, though during her first two years she'd looked forward to their private meetings where he'd ask her about her summer and give her sweets. He'd sympathetically croon that she'd been punished so often by her uncle. Harry had been excited in her third year, too, but she'd never be happy again to be called to his office - not after he punished her. She'd taken the potion easily, readily accepting it. Dumbledore certainly made it unforgettable and agonizing.

Her dormmates were celebrating their return to school with the rest of their house, but Harry wanted to go to bed. Maybe a hot shower first but she definitely planned for it to be an early night, hopefully actually waking up on time for the first day of school since... she'd never been on time. If not supposed to stay in bed then why bed warm and comfy? Harry grinned and stretched before pushing open the door with a 'V' emblazoned on it, she felt strangely triumpant.

She froze and her smile dropped after taking a couple steps in the room. All the other beds... their curtains were open, like they always were when they first arrived. Her's were closed. Harry was about to walk backwards; deciding that hungover, late and still slightly stoned sounded like the best decision ever for the second year in a row. 

The door snapped shut as the curtains opened.

Harry screwed her eyes shut as she felt them prickle and burn, cold air rushed against her skin as her clothes were spelled away. 

Dumbledore was naked on her bed.

This had never happened, it was always in his office and her dorm had been where she came to cry and hide from the world. A safe place. 

Not safe anymore.

Not safe anywhere.

"I don't like to be kept waiting." Came the soft order; there was no arguing, no pleading - she knew that. Harry slowly moved toward the bed, opening her eyes as she did and willing herself not to recoil. His skin was loose, wrinkly and pale, his long beard winding down to end on one of his thighs that were splayed open - his angry swollen red cock bobbing, its tip almost a purple, amongst a forest of white pubes. Everything else about him was pale, from his nipples to his lips, which made the color more vibrant and awful. There were pale blue lines that ran everywhere across his form.

Everything was awful.

She hated it.

Once she'd stopped just at the edge, waiting for him to tell her what to do, his eyes began trailing down her - it felt strangely violating still, even after he'd done it likely a hundred or so times - and she shuddered. Her arms twitched, wanting to reflexively wrap around herself at the cold sensation trailing down her spine. Dumbledore sat up and her eyes blew wide in terror as he snatched her left arm, his other hand lashing out and smacking harshly against her cheek.

'Fuck,' she thought in a panic, fighting the urge to pull her arm back or from the onslaught to her face. There was nowhere for her to run to, the door locked. A torrent of slaps landed on her face until she'd started nearly bawling, she'd stopped counting the blows long ago when it had stopped helping, and he put a frigid palm against the inflamed skin. How was it still so cold?

Harry hated that most of all, the tender touchings. Cold fingers...

Strange kindness.

He seemed to be idly inspecting her; lightly fingering the various studs and loops she had all over, chuckling at her unwilling gasp when he'd reached the metal through her nipples. His eyes trailed over her hairless form - a constant reminder, as if she'd ever need one, about her first night back in third year. It had caused a strange sort of dysphoria as she'd gotten older, feeling as if she wasn't growing up like the other girls in her year who all regularly complained about having to shave - something that made her feel strangely envious. They all looked the same with their robes on but underneath... not a hair in sight from the neck down. 

Harry hated being wholly naked.

She couldn't tell what he was thinking or planning which made the scenerio worse. Being in her dorm made everything seem strange and foreign, nothing was predictable like it had been.

Finally, he shifted to create space on the bed and leaned in and almost breathed in her ear, "Lay down, Harry."

She wanted to scream.

Violently retaliate.

'Not this, please, not this - not here,' she thought desolately, knowing there was no choice other than to obey.

Biting back a miserable whine, Harry did as she was ordered and climbed on the bed to lay on her back with her knees bent and hands at her sides. She was not allowed to touch, mostly because she'd always pushed them away - nothing like those she would pull close. His cold fingers trailed along the insides of her thighs and she swallowed a sob as they reached her apex. His touches were cold and light, making her want to retch.

"Look at me." he ordered and her green gaze unwillingly watched as he settled his face between her open legs.

Slowly, he pulled her apart with his mouth and fingers - ignoring her sputtering wails as she'd violently shaken her head. Once he'd cruelly ripped pleasure from her core with soft caresses, he redressed and opened one of the windows with a broom in his hand. Harry curled around herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow as she sobbed, she hated when they made her cum. How her disgusting body would respond to them.

She was bad, needed to be punished - she understood that.

She just didn't understand what she'd done.

At least he hadn't fucked her, even if he'd made her look at him.

--

The next day, after dinner and detentions had been served, Draco Malfoy stumbled across the strangest and most horrifying sight in one of the abandoned corridors. 

Harry Potter, crying, clutching a bloody and bleeding hand with her other hand to her chest, while Dumbledore quietly scolded her - most of his words couldn't be made out over the sharp slapping noise. He punctuated his words, seemingly at random, with harsh smacks to Potter's lovely face. 

Draco made out something about detention and missing a meeting.

Other than her tears and occasional gasps, Potter made no other noise as the flurry of abuse landed on her cheeks.

Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House, had told them all that they were to keep an eye out for Potter and try to keep her away from the Headmaster. He'd thought it ludicrous, so much so that he'd nearly laughed. Why would 'Saint' Lady Potter need looking after and to be protected from her loudest supporter?

Now, he understood... and wished he didn't.

Draco was rooted to the spot, however, shock and disbelief coursing through his system. His eyes bounced about, hoping that anyone would stumble across the scene - McGonagall, Peeves, ANYONE! Instead the onslaught continued, Potter letting loose a sobbing, "I'm sorry, please..." in an almost unintelligible wail.

There were several more rapid slaps and she'd let out a clipped shreik. "...gave... talk." Dumbledore seethed and Draco made out amongst the smacking noises, Harry's hands hanging limply at her sides now - blood dripping steadily from one, surrendering it seemed. That pissed him off, it hadn't been something he thought his school rival capable of - hotheaded and stubborn.

There was no way he could interrupt what was happening without getting hexed. Instead, he chose to relegate the situation to someone above him - darting off to the dungeons. He had no love for Harry bleeding Potter but the display had been unspeakably horrifying to him. Anyone with an ounce of compassion would agree with his decision. Her gorgeous green eyes had been wider than usual and wet with tears, her lips parted with hardly a noise escaping.

She'd just stood there and taken it, nearly soundless but for one plea.

There were many ways he'd describe Potter, 'nearly soundless' had never been one - in any context. Gorgeous, annoying, beautiful, obnoxious, loud, clever, daring, fearless, bitchy, infuriating, defiant, sharp, goofy...

Yet, he'd seen it. Something akin to soundless defeat and acceptance of the lashing bestowed on her...

It disturbed him far worse, perhaps, to see his formidable school rival laid so low. Draco was not stupid, anyone with eyes could tell that it wasn't the first time the Headmaster had visited such violence upon his classmate. And it didn't matter to him which classmate it was. Though it disturbed him more that it was Potter, shattering his concept of her and her world.

The door to Snape's office banged off the wall, shaking and wobbling from the force he'd used when shoving through it, "Professor!" Draco began before his foot had even crossed the threshold.