Harry Potter's F*cked Life

They'd been, or would be, unable to use Black's methods of escape, none of his followers were animagi and going through the effort of it with them in captivity was foolish - they'd no idea what forms any of them would take. A hippo was not going to have an easier time escaping Azkaban.

"My Lord?" Severus asked, he'd never replied to what he was told. 

His mind instead was looking over his plans, even those he'd abandoned and set aside - looking for any workable angle that may have been overlooked.

None had. 

He'd simply have to wait until next month, a couple weeks really, for his followers to be free. They did not have the strength to move now, he couldn't reveal his existence to the creatures without his power-base at his back - no one would recognize him and it would only end bloody and without an alliance.

Taking the potion had been about dealing with his own deep seeded issues, having altered himself to the point of repungnancy - it worked and Dumbledore never tried to touch him again, only kill him.

It had been a relief, a jaunty change of pace. 

Slowly, every time he'd catch a glance at himself in the mirror, he began to see it as a twisted victory for Dumbledore. Tom had twisted himself because of the old man...

He saw it as the Headmaster's permanent mark on him...

Undoing what he'd done to himself, learning to be comfortable in his own body once more was a bit of a trial. A lot of walking around naked in his rooms, alone, with no one suddenly grabbing at him - which was still hard to not expect at times.

Horrible cold fingers.

He hadn't expected the potion and saying the spell to take him back to his very first alteration to himself, when he'd carved up his soul. It couldn't heal what he'd done to it, of course, but it was the first mutilation. Surely such dark magic would make him unappealing.

He'd thought it would take him to the last time Dumbledore had touched him, he'd been lied to and told that his interview would be held by McGonagall. Then he'd showed up, red eyes and all and it had not been enough of a deterrent - though there was more of a fight than there had ever been before. It had not been enough, his strength and knowledge had not been enough to save him...

It had been the last time something in him had truly broken.

Not the first - his wording had been too ambiguous. Every medical spell now placed him at the age of sixteen. Instead of specifying of 'when I last broke', he'd said 'when I shattered' - the spell seeing that as the Horcrux, when he'd killed his three muggle relatives. Their assets had built nicely, even if 'Riddle House' had fallen into disrepair - some distant cousin on his muggle side from a generation back managed it all.

His followers had cheered, though few understood the significance of the sudden transformation.

Too young to remember... Most found his youthful appearance more intimidating that his previous visage...

Then there was dealing with the, more than likely, mental instability of his followers and getting them back in shape to even pull off the extraction from Azkaban. Hogsmeade wasn't completely defenseless, the shop owners and any visiting teachers would move to protect the students. Most-

"There is something else, My Lord." Severus took a deep breath, looking deeply uncomfortable, "The Potter girl has... friends that she entertains willingly."

'Better than being broken,' he thought, thinking of how he'd been unable to withstand the touch of another for nearly a decade after he'd finished school and years more after his final interaction alone with Dumbledore. Though he'd not been able to rid himself of his very controlling behavior with his sexual partners, finding that he needed to have control to feel comfortable. 

In all aspects of his life, it seemed. 

Casually he waved his hand, indicating for Severus to continue as he paced and thought... thought and paced...

"A boy one year above her and in her house, Cormac McLaggen. The Weasley Twins, two years older than her and also Gryffindors. Finally... she's recently taken to coupling with Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin and in her year, both are eager for the others company. Though all seem keen about spending time with her." he added, likely trying to provide an extra buffer of protection for his friend's son. He was obviously uncomfortable relaying any of the information.

Perhaps Severus expected him to be angry, knowing that Draco had witnessed Harry being abused by the Headmaster, but it made sense really. The boy wouldn't know how to handle seeing his nemesis so vulnerable, choosing to... comfort her was a somewhat logical conclusion. It wasn't as if the boy really knew what was happening, why she'd be so eager and welcoming of his 'comfort' - being teens they hardly understood their own brains, much less anothers. Hormonal and impulsive.

Tom tapped his chin thoughtfully with the tip of one of his fingers, "Leave them for now... April... keep Draco away from Harry in April. Let a longing build." It wasn't without difficulty that he decided on a simple solution for getting Harry to Hogsmeade on that particular day, manipulating the broken part of Harry that would long for her friend. 

She didn't seem the type to neglect her friends.

Or the type to be neglected long.

Severus made it sound as if the horny boys were under some sort of spell from his tone and careful wording. Though his tone when he spoke about the Potter girl made it evident that he saw her as blameless and innocent - even if she was willingly doing things that were not innocent.

A strange conversation about the faultless.

"Her friends?" he asked quietly, knowing they had noticed absolutely nothing. They wouldn't, not until she said something - told them. 

He'd been in his fourth year when Abraxas had found him, slowly drinking himself blind in an odd corner of the dungeons with a vacant stare. To this day, he had no idea why he'd answered his friend honestly - likely wild desperation - and his friends had surrounded him. All of them delved deep into their studies, trying to find a way to protect their friend - Tom had already known it was useless. 

He was stronger than them all, knew more, could do more... easily; and Tom had applied himself heavily to his studies and the tomes of the library.

It didn't matter. Dumbledore already had a good amount of power and an exempilary reputation in the Wizarding World.

They were fighting against him as his power was steadily rising... a handful of students had no hope of even denting the man's reputation. Their complaints squashed either within the Ministry or before even reaching it. Even with the push of his friends family's, it hadn't been enough. He needed power...

"The same, My Lord. Potter performs flawlessly in front of them."

"Her grades?" he asked, wondering if they had dipped due to the increase of attention from the Headmaster - and her uncle. It would hardly be surprising if she was nearly flunking out.

Severus shook his head, looking a little disbelieving, "Spectacular. Her two best friends have been dating each-other since the beginning of term, she seems to have been filling that time with her studies along with some of the time Quidditch likely took up. History of Magic has greatly improved, though Divination remains much the same - the mystical arts seem lost on Harry - and I hardly believe Umbridge's grades to be accurate so they are negatable."

Ah, yes, the Ministry Woman.

"Nothing has been done about her and her quill?" he asked quietly, inwardly seething. Any abuse of magical children set him off...

"Dumbledore is maintaining that there is nothing he can do. None of the students have written home, it seems - likely too naive to realize that they should. Minerva did confront Dolores once about it, but nothing came of it." the Potions Master's tone was fond. The Gryffindor Head of House may be the closest thing he had to a best friend.

Tom had even forgiven them poisoning the hell out of Barty, who was still catatonic on the next floor. Severus had thought he was there to kill Harry and reacted accordingly, he and Minerva stuffing far too much Veritaserum down the mans throat. Once he'd realized what was truly happening, Severus had put the wizard under stasis - beginning to reverse the damage immediately when he'd been alone.

The plan had never been to kill Potter, well... unless she refused his offer three times.

Three times.

He was famous for it.

By then most had looked into what he'd actually said, on record, as opposed to what Dumbledore had said he'd said. A few were still stubborn... and dead adversaries made for less work.

Being a wraith for almost a decade, a parasite burned from its host, wraith again and then suddenly corporeal had been quite jarring for his entire being. His mind most of all, leaving him unhinged and manic. He definitely owed Harry an apology, at least - demanding she join him, regardless of anything outside the graveyard, was wholly unrealistic.

"Of course he is." Tom grumbled to himself, laying firmer plans in his head for an 'attack' on Hogsmeade.

--

Harry had been horrified when she read the headline in the Prophet about the escape of the Death Eaters from Azkaban, dropping her goblet entirely and soaking herself. Hermione had admonished her, spelling the table clear of the mess, while Fred and George spelled the liquid from Harry's clothes. Ron gently chided his girlfriend, his arm draped over her shoulder, as they sat across from the other three - "It's big news, 'Mione." he said referencing the Prophet headline as he chewed on some toast.

Harry had somewhat ignored them, in favor of spotting McLaggen a few spots down from them. She stood, saying something about needing to get something from the tower, and lightly dragged her hand across the dirty blonde's back as she passed. Without looking back she knew that he had followed after, likely making a half-assed excuse like she had, and once she'd cleared the Great Hall she darted out the front doors.

McLaggen would trail behind her, letting her reach the Forbidden Forest before actually chasing after her. He always had.

As Harry cleared the first trees at the edge her heart quickened and she pushed herself faster - the snow on the ground would make it easy enough to find her, falling through the thick canopy regardless of how impossible it seemed. Looking at McLaggen and how large he was most would not guess how fast he could be, Harry thought he'd make a good seeker as it took no more than three minutes for him to catch up to her.

One of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, spinning them in a circle a few times to dispell their momentum, Harry giggling until he gripped her hair and smashed his mouth over hers with a growl. 

He liked to chase. 

Harry liked how strongly he gripped her once he caught her, how he'd nearly snarl if he found a mark from someone else on her and nip at her.

Animalistic.

"Do it." he snarled against her lips and she held out her hand as he spelled the various studs and hoops from her ears with a quick charm. Harry closed her hand around the metal rods, loops and balls that had appeared in her hand.

The hand at her waist fumbled with her skirt, reaching under and displacing her already damp underwear, to finger her. He hissed in appreciation of the slick wetness he found, nipping at her ear, as he did not like having to dawdle over preparing his partners. Harry always greeted him as he liked after a chase, dripping wet - he liked that maybe more than the chase, he could never decide.

She panted and whined, grinding back against him.

"You're sure?" he asked as he always did, aware that rough lovemaking wasn't always what Harry was after. Sometimes she just wanted to be pushed against a tree or the ground and devoured.

Harry only wriggled more on his fingers as he'd slipped a second inside of her, letting out a whimper as she nodded, and he could feel that she was already going to her knees. One of her hands splayed on the lightly snow dusted dirt, the other was clenched tightly around the metal she held within. He followed her down, blanketing her with his bulkier mass and she rut against him and whimpered entreatingly.

Cormac nipped at her ear with a growl before straightening up and freeing his cock from its confines, flipping up Harry's skirt as she arched her ass toward him and pulling her underwear roughly to the side. It took less than the blink of an eye to drive himself completely inside her dripping cunt after he'd lined himself with her and Harry let out a near scream but rocked back against him as he continued at a punishing pace. He could feel his fingertips digging harshly into her flesh but she'd never made any objection, he fancied that she enjoyed the marks of their rigorous coupling, as he licked and sucked at her ears and neck.

Wanting more of her whimpering and moaning, one hand worked to find her core - the small bead of nerves that sent Harry into a babbling noisy mess. She rut back with a cry when he found it, the pressure he applied was much like the rest of his fucking style - hard, unrelenting...

Spluttering whines, broken moans and high keens escaped her as she rocked back as best she could against his snapping hips. He felt her begin to flutter and tighten around him, "That's right. Cum for me. Cum for me." he began to chant, leaning over her smaller form and she came undone - tears running down her face and shivering, a high cry echoing amongst the trees around them. "Yesss, so good, so good..." he murmured, continuing to thrust into her slick clenching heat as she gushed her release and it was dripping down his balls.

--

She was more than horrified when she was summoned to the Headmaster's office after her last class. Dumbledore had flushed with anger when he saw her and slapped her more fiercely than she could recall him having done before, feeling her face bruise as she shreiked and sobbed. He never told her why he was doing it, asking had only earned her more slaps and she'd stopped asking long ago. It ended when she'd put her hands up, unable to take anymore so much that she forgot...

Just as she wasn't allowed to ask anything...

She was not allowed to deny anything.

It didn't matter if she couldn't take it.

She would take it.

Dumbledore lightly held the back of her neck before ferociously pushing her towards his desk, she choked and sputtered at the sudden force to her abdomen - pushing against its surface to right herself. He was on her and she'd had to fight her coughing to lay against its surface as he'd placed a hand between her shoulder blades, ordering her down silently.

Once he was pleased with her position her clothes disappeared, whipping through the air, and he gently trailed his fingers down her back. Harry tried to think of Draco as he pressed into her, though everything was wrong. Dumbledore slowly dragged his length in and out of her, lightly caressing her back or hips - she knew by now to keep as still as she could and quiet.

Nothing like Draco who was the gentlest.

Nothing like anyone she played with.

They all adored her noises and squirming; doing things to cause more with excited vice-like hands - firm, unyielding, harsh - tugging, rubbing and fucking with words of wonder and adoration.

Nothing at all like her playmates.