Title: Mind Games
Author: Rachel
E-mail: tanya120@hotmail.com
Spoilers: all I guess.
Pairings: Harry/Vernon, Harry/Draco, Harry/Neville, Neville/Draco,
Harry/Snape, Harry/Lucius.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Very nasty Harry and equally nasty Lucius, non-con (by a
minor!!), swearing, squicky moments, violence, slash/het, just plain
disturbing in places. A little dark humour, lots of evil intent. YOU
HAVE BEEN WARNED! THIS IS ONE SERIOUSLY DISTURBED FIC!!! TURN BACK
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! You were warned please no flames.
Archive: Sure, if anyone wants it
Summery: Harry likes to play mind games with people, the more
dangerous the better. He isn't the Golden Boy everyone takes him for.
A plot bunny by N. Petrenko .
Disclaimer: If you think there is any possibility that anybody BUT
J.K.Rowling owns these characters you are seriously missing the plot.
Seek help immediately.
Author's Note: I wrote this in one siting and finished at six in the
morning so I stinted a bit at the end, hope nobody minds. One-shot.
I've always been a quite boy observing the world around me, finding
amusement in the stupid things I see the rest of the gullible human
population doing. When I was first accepted into Hogwarts I began to
discover the true extent of ignorance. Ironic isn't it that such a
great conspiracy can be carried out under our very noses.
Slowly a seed began to grow inside me fed by an understanding of just
how much a person could get away with if they covered there tracks
and layed the blame elsewhere. With each instance were I could
perceive the misuse of power going unchecked the seed grew. Professor
Quirrell who hid the spirit of Voldmort from Dumbledore's prying eyes
while being right under our noses, Scabbers who got away with murder
and betrayal, my friends and I turning into our enemies with nobody
the wiser. Even the twins Fred and George Weasley who pretend to be
each other, a deception that could trick their own mother.
I now peruse the paths of deception but always I endeavoured to hide
my activities since I had a firm understanding of the danger I
invited if I were to be caught. As a first year student my deceptions
were little, copying Hermione's homework and sneaking about at night.
But the taste was there the little thrill caused by those illicit
activities. That summer I began to experiment with my first victim or
as I prefer to call him the pawn.
Vernon Dursley! A great waste of space whom I was very glad not to
share any blood connection with. I dabbled with the idea of messing
around with my cousin but his hideous form convinced me that he
suffered to an extent that I didn't think I could increase. Though I
know better now at the time I was just beginning to discover my feet.
My aunt was another target I could have chosen but after careful
consideration I came to the conclusion that by targeting the boor she
called a husband I could not only destroy him but her as well and
maybe even take Dudley down to.
My first act was to scope out his weaknesses. That was when I
discovered one of the ultimate methods of manipulation, SEX. I
investigated where he went when he had those `late night business
meetings' and discovered a disgusting fact. Somebody was actually
willing to sleep with my uncle without being bound by the shackles of
matrimony or being payed. It was just icky. Really that was the only
word I could think as I took photos of Vernon pumping away at some
woman in a cheap hotel I'd followed him to. To follow him I'd used
Dudley's racing bike that had been gathering dust in the garage.
Being unable to stomach any more of the sickening display I rode home
to contemplate my next course of action.
It was several days later that I came to a conclusion about the
actions that I would take in fucking with my uncle's head. First I
would cut off his source of regular sex, then begin to play the
temptress. While not a role I yet had experience with and not one I
intended to go through with I believed it would be interesting to
watch Vernon's reaction. Also I had the photos which had developed
quite well. Each day I would deliver one to his work in a different
manner with a threatening postscript. After having seen the insane
reaction Vernon had to my Hogwarts acceptance letter I already knew
this would drive him crazy. After instigating these actions I would
take if from there depending on the reaction from my uncle.
Day one I delivered the first letter, slid under the door of his
office at Grunnings. Nobody saw me as I did it since everybody as
they so often are where to wrapped up in they're own worlds. Just
makes a thing easier for me. To get rid of his ladylove proved just
as easy. In fact I even managed to blackmail a hundred bucks out of
her by claiming to be Vernon's son and threatening to expose her to
my `mommy' and to make a scene at the office she worked at. Her
office proved to be conveniently close to Grunnings so I didn't need
to ride much further at all.
When his grumpiness arrived home I nearly jumped for joy. Every thing
was going great. I spent the rest of the night near him doing every
seductive thing I could think of without seeming to be deliberate. I
had gotten several good ideas from a book called Lolita and all I can
say is that it is scary how well things worked. By the end of the
nigh the bastard was practically salvation. Pig.
This trend continued for about two weeks. Every day I made sure
Vernon received a photo in a different manner, a photo with his face
hidden pined to notice board at Grunnings. A faxed photo that
continued being sent until he had to unplug the machine to stop it. A
virus e-mail that made that days photo pop up randomly through out
the day on his computer and the picture of his wife and son at his
desk being replaced with one where he was getting some head. Just to
name a few methods I used. Add this to my seductive routine and
Vernon was acting absolutely psychotic.
By now I was ready to end game, it's too easy, it was time for the
climax. I slipped the last letter under his bedroom door on the
weekend and prepared for his reaction. As I suspected he got rid of
my aunt and cousin first, and unknowingly played right into my hands.
Merlin he was so predictable. He barged into my room and demanded an
explanation removing his belt as he did. Was his intention to beat me
of fuck me, or both, either way he wouldn't get the chance. I
pounced. It's almost comical how easily I took him down, bound and
gagged him. The great white hunter layed low by a small malnourished
boy, gods I love the irony. I can tell you now I didn't really intend
what happened next. It just sort of `happened'.
I don't know what you'd call what I did. Sadistic at the very least
though from my point of view quite fun and nothing less that what I
know he would have done to me. I suppose the best way to describe my
actions would be systematic abuse and rape though I never used any
part of my body to penetrate his. I utilised the belt he removed for
whipping and partial strangulation. Other items from around the house
were quite useful to such as knives and rolling pins. Did you know
that Vernon Dursley's anal cavity could house twenty pens and a bar
of soap, just an interesting fact I learnt that day. Through it all I
was careful to avoid leaving any marks that could be seen or would be
permanently damaging. At last physically, mentally I worked to
destroy him. It took him four hours to pass out. I didn't think he
had it in him.
I dragged him into his room and dumped him there. I almost hoped that
Petunia would arrive home to find him in that state but it wasn't to
be. Most likely for the best though I can imagine her face if she
had. It took only that one incident's to tame Vernon and only a few
more to totally break him. It's really pathetic to see a grown man
being ordered about by a twelve-year old. On the outside everything
looked that same but behind closed doors I was in charge. At a later
date I used Vernon as a stress reliever, in the end he got quite good
at sucking me off and he took orders like a good little trooper. It
got to the point he could hardly function without my say so. How
truly boring.
My risk of exposure in this case was calculated since nobody in his
or her right mind would believe that a small delicate young man such
as myself could destroy a man like that. And anyway the slave had
been too arrogant to involve the authorities when he had the chance.
Now he's broken and that chance is forever gone. He really wasn't a
worthy opponent that next game will need better players. But what I
have learnt is invaluable.
Second year at Hogwarts was a bust in the development of human
manipulation since students were dropping like flies to the stare of
the Basilk.* I keep up my facade to the world and nobody sees through
it, I'm not sure wether to be relieved or disappointed. I have
several groupies, namely Ginny and Colin and have decided to
encourage their delusions. This proves to be quite entertaining
though out the year. Rather upsetting when Colin gets it and I'm glad
he is only petrified when he wakes the game will continue.
While I only manage minor manipulation through out the year I have
spotted several potential players for later games, after all I can
bide my time. Upsetting Snape has proven to be very easy and I must
consider the possibility of pushing him over the edge, he seems a
little unstable as it is. This thought along with that of torturing
Draco would entertain me though out the summer as I consider ways to
achieve my goals.
I met Draco's father this year and am very interested in the
development he may cause in my games. While I haven't as yet thought
about how he would be part of any game as he is out of reach at
present his mannerisms and actions speak of a dangerous adversary.
The thought sends tingles through my body. Yes at some latter date he
will enter my games. But until then I will entertain myself with prey
closer at hand.
My third year at Hogwarts brought about a new growth in me. I entered
into three games and even managed to combine two to those games into
a satisfactory conclusion. The first play cantered around my arch
nemesis Draco Malfoy. The second around a surprising candidate my own
house member Neville Longbottom. And finally I have begun to
systematically drive one Severus Snape totally insane. It was a very
good year.
Draco Malfoy the spoilt brat who could be a parrot of his father
entered my game unknowingly when he himself gave me the perfect
opening. By acting so superior and knowing something I didn't he
believed that he had the upper hand. I just asked his price. He'll
tell me the secret in return for me doing his homework for a month,
after the month he'd tell me. How weak, you'd have thought he could
have chosen something more degrading or at least a little
embarrassing, oh well. After a lot of fake complaining I give in,
he'll watch me while I do his homework in an empty classroom. He's an
easy kill.
By the end of the month I have Draco eating out of my hand and since
I have discovered on my own the `secret' he has no power over me. I
leave him in the dark about this fact. Draco is quite good in the
sack, all pleading and begging. While he's not looking or sleeping I
take photos of his nude form flushed and bruised. I might need them
later for blackmail purposes. Also he makes such a pretty picture
sprawled naked across my bed gleaming with sweat and cum, his hair
mushed and lips swollen.
On a different path altogether I decided to encourage the attention
of one of my admirers namely the afore mentioned Neville Longbottom.
It was easy to capture the attention of this accident-prone attention
starved youth. And while not as good in bed as Draco he would do
anything I asked without question. Neville submitted to any indignity
be it liking my boots to running naked to his room after
I `accidentally' lost his clothes in the moat. No one saw him. There
was even a time I left him tied up naked to a tree in one of the
greenhouses overnight. He apologised for infringing on my time when I
remembered to untie him half an hour before the first Herbology class
started. I think I'll keep him after all, he's so cute in a soft
bunny kind of way.
Upon receiving The Marauder's Map, a truly wonderful piece of magic,
I came to a conclusion about the fate of one Draco Malfoy. I lured
him into one of the tunnels by leaving the door slightly agar when I
knew he would be walking past, using the map this only took a little
patients and little risk. In the dark tunnel I lay in wait with
Neville who I had put under the Imperius curse, a neat trick I'd just
learnt and one that would prevent this incident being traced back to
me if it was ever discovered. The results of this plan were quite
satisfactory.
I commanded my golem Neville to stupefy Draco and then got to work.
There is something very appealing about being the puppet master.
Draco ended up being tied face down and spread-eagle with ropes that
were attached to stakes I had driven into the floor. I had left his
cloths on but had commanded Neville to strip. I had Neville wake
Draco up and in a menacing voice that sounded nothing like my normal
speech commanded him to silence. When Draco didn't stop yelling I
slammed his head into the stone floor. After that he remained silent
though on several occasions I needed to repeat the lesson as he tried
to call for help or scream for mercy. Not that either would have been
forthcoming since the only ones who could hear him were my puppet and
I.
I used a knife to cut off Draco's robes, more than once slicing his
delicate skin. Neville stood by impassively as I worked showing no
signs of the cold he must be feeling as a reward for his submission
to me I decided to allow him to fuck Draco. It was obvious that even
under the curse he found Draco's pale arse almost glowing in the mage
light to be very appealing. And any way I didn't intend for either of
them to remember this moment afterwards.
As Neville pushed into Draco I stood back and watched. My little
dragon seemed to enjoy his violent handling. As a sat back and
watched it came to me that I really didn't enjoy the act of rape that
much, it was more the domination that appealed to me. Neville
continued to pump into the prone Draco and mow Draco was pushing back
up into Neville's thrust making arousing painting noises. Half the
fun came from making him enjoy something he shouldn't.
With a strangled gasp Neville came. He collapsed onto Drake's back.
Draco growled in annoyance and I commanded Neville to move off him
and go stand by the wall. I could tell Draco was about to speak so I
put a warning hand onto the back of his head. He stilled and wisely
kept his quite. I slid my free hand under his body lightly grasping
his hardened dick and quickly jerking him to completion. Then I
removed myself from his vicinity and used a basic cleaning spell.
I gave Neville and order, I really didn't think he'd be able to do,
even under the Imperius curse. It's a shame that for safety sake
afterwards I needed to memory charm both of them but still the memory
of a golem Neville hitting Draco with the Cruciatus curse will live
on forever in my own mind forever. I knock both Draco and Neville out
and deal with their memories, making sure to cover them so well
nobody could draw them out at a later date. As I'm finished with
Draco I decide to wipe our sexual encounters from his mind. I leave
the odd disjointed gap filled with real memories so that in the
future he will get random flashes of our time together but they will
seem to be dreams.
While Draco and Neville were fun and a good learning experience the
true danger of discovery was missing. Neither of them had the brains
to challenge me or bring in the element of risk. The game I now
devote myself to with the unknowing Severus Snape tastes so much
sweeter for the added risk after him I challenge the master of
manipulation Lucius Malfoy, but first I must defeat Snape.
Found out about scabbers betrayal this year, it was almost…Inspired.
Of course he's a weak creature that deserves to be trodden under my
boot heal but still his plan was surpassingly well thought out and
long termed. I think it is a distinct possibility that somebody else
may have layed the groundwork and Peter just copied the idea. This
would explain much. But I shouldn't complain because scabbers gave me
the chance to begin truly destroying Snapes sanity.
After my godfather escaped with my help Snape went berserk, it was a
glory to behold. He was an absolute mess, growling and spitting. Next
year I intend to devote myself to destroying the dear Professors
mind. I already have the idea mapped out in my mind. Before I leave
for home I need to get all the ingredients used in the Polyjuice
Potion. The instructions were listed in the front of my second year
potions book and I could store the potion for when it was needed. The
game with Snape has begun oh the joy.
Over the holidays at the when I was with the Dursley's I brewed a
large quantity of Polyjuice Potion which I stored in magical long
life containers which I hid at the bottom of my trunk. At Diagon
Alley the previous year I had `discreetly' acquired some interesting
potions with high aphrodisiac qualities and several dark arts books
of the same nature. When the school year began I was ready.
I proceeded to drug, hex and charm Severus Snape into a frenzy of
lust and in an appropriate Polyjuice form place myself into Severus's
bed. When I left the Professor after what I can only describe as
fantastic sex I made sure to leave absolutely no trace that anyone
had ever been in the room other than Severus let a lone had wild
passionate sex with him. Sex is so much fun and Severus is ever so
much bigger than Drake or Neville.
In the first week I had already attacked four times, in four
different forms. Over the year I repeated this process numerous
times, some of the many people I imitated were Aunt Petunia,
Dumbledore, Hermione, Draco, Mad-Eye Moody, Rita Skeeter, random
students of all houses, and ever one time Severus himself. It was so
much fun and I could clearly see Severus's detrition. It was also fun
to get past the traps he was laying in his room to try and catch me
without setting them off. Needless to say I was having a great time.
If Voldmort had hair when I faced him I might have even tried him red
eyes and all.
At the end of the school year one Severus Snape committed himself a
discreet mental institute in France. It was probably that visit from
the deceased Cedric that did it. It was so hard to find a morphing
potion that would work for a corpse but I found one, even though it
only lasted twenty minutes and was a bitch to make. It was worth it.
Now this summer I can devote myself to Lucius Malfoy, what fun.
I've always admired Lucius Malfoy in a way. Consider if you will how
much he's done that could be considered evil and yet he has escaped
persecution time and time again that's why I decided to make him an
offer. Over the summer I hunted Lucius relentlessly, following his
actions devotedly until I discovered something concrete I could use
against him. It had to be hard evidence since I'd seen him slither
out of many a fine pickle, which would have drowned a lesser man.
It took a while but he finally did something that a Malfoy would
never want the wizarding world to know about. Something truly
revolution and degraded, I don't know what drove him to do it but his
actions were enough to gain incredible leverage over him. I mean he
killed the muggle afterwards sure, but sleeping with her fist was
just sick. I found out later he was just experimenting on Death Eater
a bet, but still the deed was done and I had proof. Anyway to make
sure I had enough clout with my claim I gathered photos, papers and
all information I could get that incriminated Lucius in this heinous
act.
After a week I have enough data to blackmail Lucius. I owl posted him
with several incriminating photos and just for a lark one of the ones
I had of Draco. Promptly he replied and we chose a place to meet.
Neutral ground where nether of us would be recognised. Halfway
through school holidays I booked a room in an anonymous hotel in
London. There I met with Lucius. I'll skip the boring details beyond
the fact that he was very surprised by who his blackmailer was.
We talked long into the night. I complemented Lucius on the Muggle
dance at the World Cup and he was impressed with my destruction of
the traitor Snape. After a long discussion I made the offer that was
swirling in my head and had been for quite a while. I offered Lucius
the chance to destroy his snotty wife and the psycho half-blood
Voldmort in one fowl swoop. Gaining all the prestige he'd lost
recently due to Dumbledore and freeing him to do whatever he wanted.
With me at his side of course, after all Lucis was just so so sexy. I
even offered to share my pet Neville.
After careful thought Lucius agreed and offered to share his pet, it
was the sigh of a beautiful relationship in the making. It wasn't
very hard to find Narcissa and Voldy since they were sharing a bed.
This is a mental image that would sicken the hardiest soul. Lucius'
lead me in as a prisoner, and I could only just control my stomach. I
had my hands behind my back. Lucius began a great speech, which
sounded great he kept talking until he reached the edge of the bed.
In the blink of an eye Lucius drove his cane through his wife's head
and in the same instant 1 withdrew the gun from behind my back and
fired at point blank range into Voldmort's head. It was pretty easy
actually, just one bang and old Voldies head explodes. It looked
really cool especially the blood and brains spray pattern on the wall
behind him.
As I contemplated the artistic beauty of blood I felt arms sliding
around my waist. It seems that blood makes Lucius horny. Very Horny.
Lucius nibbled on the back of my neck and slid his hand under my
shirt. Before you could blink our robes were scattered over the room
and my hands were braced against the floor as Lusius pounded into me.
I gasped as he hit that sensitive spot inside me and rammed his hard
cock against it repeatedly. My hands slipped on the blood soaked
floor and as the pleasure built my mind was filled with white noise.
The room was filled with the symphony of our cries mingling with the
silence.
Later clean and recovered Lucius and I told our fabricated tale to
the Ministry and they swallower it hook line and sinker. Were both
hero's and fully intend to make the most of it, after all who gets to
manipulate more people than the minister of Magic. Either Lucius or
me it doesn't matter, who ever it is well share. Lucius needs a heir
but later after the little dragon spawns, well we'll see wont we.
I will continue my games and in all probability never be caught.
After all I'm such an innocent youth, the hero of the wizarding
world, the boy-who-lived, Harry J Potter. I am untouchable since
nobody would ever look my way and think I could do wrong. And with
Lucius at my side, well were going to have so much fun.
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