Depraved Microfics

Rumours about an upcoming recruitment meeting for death eaters would be happening in the Slytherin's common room tonight, which forced Harry, Ron, and Neville into their current predicament.

Huddled up together under Harry's invisibility cloak wasn't something the three had planned to do during this surprisingly warm weathered evening. And with how big they've gotten since their first year, the longer they waited to make sure the coast was clear, the more uncomfortable it got. The heat and smell emanating from the three were getting unbearable, and Ron was about to get into another fussy fit on how horrible their plan was but was only interrupted by the Slytherin prefect coming out of their common room.

This was the signal the boys were waiting for. As soon as the prefect was down the hall, the boys rushed into the common room right before the entrance closed behind them. 

They were half expecting to see a large horde of snakes roaming and standing around the room, shouting their own praises in hopes of getting the attention of whoever had been the one to organise this meeting. But no one was there. Not even a first-year strangler was in the room studying or completing their homework. It was eerily quiet. No sound could be heard except for their beating hearts and heavy breathing. 

Feeling it was now safe, the trio took off the cloak and finally breathed in some fresh air after huddling up by the entrance for hours. 

Deciding to explore the room to see if there were any clues to indicate where the meeting could potentially be held, the three eventually found a door labeled 'Chamber of Secrets'. Harry and Ron could have sworn the door wasn't there when they last visited in their second year. Given how urgent it was for them to know who would potentially be joining the death eaters' ranks tonight, in addition to the obvious link to what the name of the door represented. The musketeers decided it would be a no-brainer for them to take a quick peek; just to make sure nothing escaped their clutches.

Seeing there was no one in the room, they quickly gathered in before intoning a locking spell, hoping it would help prevent any jumpscares from any unwanted visitors.

Looking around the room, it was full of mementos of photos, journal entries, paintings, and sculptures; all of which seemed to memorialise events the Slytherins considered important. Except, instead of them depicting notable moments from members of their house throughout the magical history; every memento portrayed the muggle-borns and 'mud blood' witches seemingly getting raped. Photos of half-bloods and purebloods participating in debaucherous acts were also scattered across the room. And as they explored further, they found shelf after shelf of albums, all full of photos of witches in gangbangs or some lavish positions, participating in activities the boys could only hope to dream about. 

Picking up another album, Neville was confronted with a moving image of a younger version of Alice Longbottom, Lily Evans, and Molly Weasley bobbing their heads, worshipping and slobbering all over the cock and balls of Lucius Malfoy on the first page. Page after page, it showed all the sexual acts the trio's mother had participated in. A close-up of Lily's anal, gaping and filled to the brim with cum from who Neville could only guess as Lucious'. Another showed Alice and Molly snowballing the cum they slobbered out from Lily's cleanly-shaven cunt. And another page showed the three kneeling on top of their husband's faces, force-feeding them their leaking cunt that had been filled to the brim, with Lucius smugly standing by the bed, holding a leash connected to the three MILF's necks. The picture had also been accompanied by a note heeding the Malfoy family's obliviation charm used on the three cucks at the time.

On the other side of the room, Harry was regrettably looking at images of McGonagall happily slobbering over the rim of Snape's asshole. Followed by a photo of a smiling Tonks, kneeling and staring right at the camera, cum strands splattering all over her face, making a mess; with hints of pubic hair around her mouth and nose. And then another with Fleur and Cho spreading their beaten ass with red stripes across them, proudly showing off the mess they've been made out of underneath the lustful glare of Barty Crouch Jr.