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Chapter 20:- Birthday Horror


Warning: This chapter is not nice! It contains multiple scenes of torture, rape, extreme language and other similar nasty things. Please take this as due warning!

A/N: Thanks Malehorntaildragon for your help. Neither one of us liked doing this chapter but it had to be done.

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Harry tried to move, to fight this imprisonment, but nothing worked. He was locked into the one place he truly feared, Voldemort's mind. He could see, hear, and feel everything in front of him. He didn't know what was happening to him he just knew that this was no vision from Voldemort this was real and he was going to experience it.

"So now you're here lets begin!" drawled Voldemort looking at the frozen body.

"He doesn't quite look the part yet."

Slowly he waved his wand in a simple movement over the man. Harry saw the hair slowly at first change colour until it was bright ginger. As the wand was continued to be waved the face changed, it became younger looking until almost a teenage boy was now looking at Voldemort.

"Tell me you name."

"What the fuck are you..." bellowed the man fear evident in his eyes.

Voldemort smiled at the rebellious attitude of the man it would make everything so much the better. With a sharp movement of his wand a long cut appeared on the man's cheek and blood started to seep from it. The man screamed at the pain and glared at Voldemort.

"I said tell me your name." Drawled Voldemort.

"Fuck off." Brazened the man.

"So brave Harry what do you think?"

Harry couldn't answer but tried to anyway. Voldemort moved his wand again and the cut became larger and deeper the blood flowing more freely down the face. The man screamed once more as the pain ripped through him.

"I can do this all night but if you answer me my questioning it will be so much easier. Now what is your name?"

"Frank." Spat the man on the ground still not understanding what was happening.

"Last name?"

The man looked in silence and so Voldemort raised his wand slowly.

"Weasley!" shouted the man before Voldemort could do anything.

"Thank you Frank but I'm going to call you ...Ron for this evening."

Harry's mind tried to rebel at what Voldemort was doing. As soon as the words came out Harry knew that Voldemort was going to treat this man like he would treat Ron.

"Well Ron its time I showed our young birthday boy my present. This is what happens Harry to those who defy me."

Without waiting for reply Voldemort slashed the wand downwards. A huge gash appeared diagonally across the man's chest but didn't bleed much. With a second flick the torn shirt was ripped from the man.

Harry couldn't watch but there was nothing else he could do, he couldn't close his eyes he couldn't do anything he was trapped. Second after second, minute after minute the man was slowly undressed by the wand movements his body showing the marks of the crisscross cuts.

Voldemort walked slowly to one of the chairs and sat down, Frank/Ron was on all four with blood still dripping from his face.

"Now Harry I hear that you and your friend like to play Quidditch. I do so enjoy a good game of Quidditch lets have one."

Suddenly the man was dragged by an invisible force to one of the walls where he seemed to be pinned against it. Voldemort then looked down at his empty hand and conjured two metal balls slightly smaller than bludgers.

"We need to be careful as we are inside don't we Harry." Mocked Voldemort. He gently tossed the balls up which hovered a moment in the air before flying straight at the man. After every impact they rebounded back to Voldemort and launched themselves once more at the man.

Every time a ball hit Harry could see red marks appearing which slowly turned into a deep purple as blood soaked into the bruise. The balls never hit the head or vital part of the body but Harry could hear rib after rib cracking as they impacted. The man had long since stopped screaming at this his mouth just continually open in a silent scream.

"Oh I do love a good Quidditch match." Said Voldemort.

**

Hermione was the first to burst into Ron's room in reaction to the panicked call. She was still thinking of the evening with Ron and was trying to come up with a plan to sneak up and see him, she was sure Harry would be able to help them have some alone time. The panicked call was all that she needed as she bolted from her room still pulling on a dressing gown.

She flung open the door and rushed in. She had never seen Harry in this state and was instantly frightened. Ron was kneeling beside Harry's bed trying to wake him yet it looked like nothing was working. Harry just kept silently thrashing in bed.

Before she could do anything she felt Arthur brush past her into the room brandishing his wand with Molly hard on his heels.

"What happened Ron?" asked his mother looking around.

"I don't know I heard a sharp gasp and when I looked over I saw him like this." Replied Ron looking up at his parents and Hermione.

"What about the glass?" asked Arthur indicating the broken glass and the wet floor still obviously searching for danger.

"I...um...knocked it over whilst trying to wake Harry." Answered Ron blushing slightly.

Hermione continued to look at Harry and felt her stomach drop. Whatever was happening to him was still going on. He was thrashing from side to side and didn't look like it was stopping.

Arthur looked at the people in the room and saw the shocked expressions on their faces.

"Ok Ron you try and keep Harry calm I'll go and call Dumbledore he might be able to help." Arthur turned and rushed out of the room. Everyone could quiet clearly hear him bound down the stairs to the fireplace.

Hermione crossed the room and knelt beside Ron and looked at her friend. Her body wanted to react because of the closeness of Ron but the sight of Harry stopped that. As Molly started to fuss Ron and Hermione found themselves pushed slightly to one side but Harry just continued to roll silently in bed trying to break free.

**

Ginny heard her farther rush past on his way downstairs. She knew that something bad was happening upstairs her father never normally ran about the house. She wanted to rush up to Harry but the crying Gabrielle was making her stay.

"He's...he's not dead." Stammered Ginny still fearing that Gabrielle could be right.

"But I can't feel him, his gone."

"Let's go and see. Dad wouldn't be rushing around like that if he was dead." Said Ginny gently pulling Gabrielle up to her feet. She was surprised how little she weighted yet Ginny was finding it difficult to move the girl. It was though Gabrielle wasn't going to let her go the way she was clinging to her. She managed to get a dressing gown on the girl and one for herself before she opened the door.

Arthur dashed past before they had stepped out and moving at a much slower pace they followed him up. The room wasn't large and with her parents, Ron and Hermione all in the room there was no room for them but Ginny managed to see a glimpse of Harry. She could see him thrashing about on his bed; a small tear formed in her eye yet that when unnoticed as the rest of her feelings were demanding her to act. She had to go in there and help Harry. She should be there next to him, holding him, helping him yet she was stuck on the outside.

"See Gabrielle he's not dead." She whispered trying to compose herself.

Gabrielle looked once but still refused to let go of Ginny. She could still see Harry moving yet her magic was telling her that he wasn't there anymore.

"I've spoken to Dumbledore and he's on the way but he thinks it's an attack on Harry." Said Arthur to the room as a whole.

"An attack?" Said Ron looking round.

"Yes all night he's been receiving reports about Death Eater movements but Dumbledore thinks that that was just another diversion. He'll be here soon anyway."

Hermione listened to what Arthur was say and turned round as she heard a small noise by the door. She saw Gabrielle clinging tightly to Ginny openly crying. This was the first emotion that she had seen from the girl and it seemed wrong to her. Her mind was trying to fit the pieces and all that it came up with was Gabrielle. All the research all that reading was it in preparation for this? Was she the cause?

**

Voldemort looked at the bruised man still pinned to the wall, his chest and legs were covered in marks yet little blood was seen. With a small flick the balls stopped in mid-flight and dropped to the floor.

"Well that was an interesting match wasn't it Harry." Voldemort said still studying the sprawled form.

"But I must really move on no matter how good a game that was. So I hear that Ron's is a good goalkeeper, we really can't have that."

Voldemort raised his open hand and slowly closed it into a fist. A first Harry couldn't see what this was doing but as the sickening sounds of breaking bones and the new high pitch screaming coming from the man. Harry could now see each hand being crushed by and invisible force. As the hands got crushed smaller and smaller Harry could see blood poring from them and small pieces of bone appearing.

"NO!" screamed Harry hoping the Voldemort could hear him. Whether he did or not didn't matter Voldemort just continued.

Eventually the two hands were turned into bloody messes dripping tracks of blood down the wall.

"What next Harry, should it be the legs or maybe the face?" laughed Voldemort.

Harry tried to buck and throw himself out of this sick mind but still couldn't he was still held fast.

"The feet then Harry, let him feel my power."

Voldemort conjured a jet of flame and directed it at the feet of the man, the smell of burning flesh and screams of pain penetrated deep within Harry's mind. He was forced to watch at the flames licked deeper and deeper into the man. Eventually Voldemort let the lames dies down.

"You see my power Harry. You see what I can do but imagine if you joined me, what we could do together. With your power and mine you could have anything Harry. Anything." breathed Voldemort.

Voldemort continued to look at the broken man before slowly getting to his feet. He had started to play his line to Harry he had to give him time now.

"It's time I moved on Harry, I want you to see all of your gifts tonight you just have to decided which ones you want. But just before I leave "your friend" here I've heard that people think he's your right arm. If that's the case he won't need his own."

With a final flick Harry saw the wand trace a line across the upper arm of the man. Immediately the flesh split and Harry watched in horror as the cut continued deeper. Eventually the arm was cut off and slid to the floor leaving a bloody trail on the wall. The blood continued to pump out of the severed arm and it pooled on the ground by the blacked feet.

"I wonder if someone will get here in time?" said Voldemort turning his back on the screaming man and slowly walking out of the house.

Harry could feel the slight cooling breeze on Voldemort as he paused outside the house, the man's screams slowly dieing down as Voldemort waited and soon there was silence in the night.

"It appears not Harry."

Voldemort looked up at the sky and Harry saw the dark mark appear over the house. Someone else had conjured it to mark the house and the new death at the hands of Voldemort.

Within a blink of an eye Harry felt through Voldemort the sensation of apparition. He was moving on and Harry feared even more of what was to come.

**

Dumbledore climbed out of the fireplace and looked around. He saw that most of the household had obviously been banished to the front room as they all looked at him with expecting faces. All except Ginny and Gabrielle, Ginny was curled up on a sofa with younger girl gently crying. Dumbledore knew the reason but could not give either of them the comfort that they wanted he knew that only Harry could do that. Whatever people wanted to think about his decisions regarding Harry and his "power" the two girls were proof that Harry was affecting people around him and it may not be for the best.

Slowly climbing the stairs he was unsure what he could do, he was skilled at Healing but nothing compared to Madam Pomfrey or St. Mungo's. Yet the school matron was still unreachable and he couldn't trust St. Mungo's with Harry so soon after the last time.

Yet he was certain that it was an attack on Harry and nothing medically could be done to help him. But exactly what was happening to Harry he didn't know. Pushing open the final door he saw that Molly was the only one left in the room. The sounds from below told him that some of the others had followed him up. Crossing the room he looked down at the boy and felt the familiar pull on his heart, even in this state he could feel Harry's power.

Harry was tossing left and right, it didn't look violet but it was insistent. Molly's face showed concern for the boy but Dumbledore could see the glimmer of hope as well due to his arrival. Pulling his wand he started to perform a complex set of wand movements. Harry's body pulsed various colours but yet continued in its thrashing. Dumbledore continued to study the reaction. He had suspected many things but this wasn't it.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Ron from behind.

Dumbledore looked round and saw the doorway crowded with people. He composed himself before answering.

"He's...under an attack."

"From what?"

"Voldemort." There were a few sharp intakes of breath at the mention of the name and eventually Arthur asked a question.

"What can we do?"

"I'm afraid nothing."

"WHAT!" shouted Ron.

"We can do nothing Mr Weasley, Harry will have to endure this himself but he will return to us of that I am sure."

"Endure...look at him sir." Pleaded Ron.

"He may look bad but he will return, this attack won't harm him physically."

"But what about mentally or...or emotionally." Quietly asked Hermione standing as close to Ron as she could.

"That we will have to see."

"Is that all?" sniffed Molly.

"I'm afraid so. Voldemort is showing Harry something and I don't think it's pleasant."

**

Harry looked at the house before him. He didn't know the distance they had travelled but it was still night. The house was very similar to many houses he has seen. It looked well cared for except for the door hanging off the hinges. Voldemort walked slowly up the path and into the brightly lit house. Harry could hear the movement behind him as he walked and understood that Voldemort was not alone. He hadn't seen any others but their sounds gave them away.

"Ah...it looks like they have everything read for my next present Harry."

Voldemort walked into a small room and looked round. Harry saw curled up in a corner a woman with blond hair. He face looked to be pale with fright and had tears already running down it. Harry knew what was going to happen, the attack on the man was bad but this? This was going to be worse, he looked at the girl of thought briefly of the girls he had recently come to know, how could he watch what was going to happen with the knowledge that he had caused it.

"So mudblood what's your name?" called Voldemort looking directly at the girl.

"P..P...Penny sir." Replied the girl.

"And your last name."

Harry was dreading the answer.

"Granger sir." Replied the terrified girl.

"Well Miss Granger I'm going to call you Hermione for this evening."

"O..o...ok." stammered the girl trying to back away even further. Harry saw the girls eyes keep flicking behind Voldemorts shoulder and understood that there were more people in the room now.

"Now Harry we need to change her don't we or you'll never appreciate your gift."

Within seconds the blond hair had changed to a bushy brown and became longer. It was a little frizzy but nothing compared to Hermione's real hair yet Harry didn't care that it wasn't perfect he was just getting scared at what was going to come.

"So Hermione I've heard that there's something between you and your young friend Harry?"

The girl looked wide eyed and shook her head not understanding what was happening.

"As that's the case lets give him a look at you." Voldemort stated ignoring her response.

Voldemort reached forward and grasped the collar of the blouse and with a single forceful pull Harry heard the ripping of material as both the blouse and bra both disintegrated due to the force of the tug. A pair of breasts were, for a second, in view before the girl wrapped her arms around them to try and protect her modesty.

"I think not." Smiled Voldemort as he waved his wand. The girl's arms instantly locked to her sides freeing the breasts to swing slightly.

"Now Harry how do they look to you?"

Harry raged within Voldemort's mind, he was being tormented within its depths and still the man was mocking him and their was nothing that he could do about it.

"I bet you've never seen anything like that before, so watch Harry, look closely now. Don't you want to see more?"

This time Voldemort just raised his wand and Harry saw the articles of clothing just rip themselves straight of the body and fly past him. The girl tried to roll to cover herself but was stopped by a second movement of the wand.

Harry could see everything now; the woman could not even cover herself. He had never seen a fully naked woman before yet this was not erotic this was sick.

"Join me Harry and she could be your's. Your girlfriend could be an asset I will ensure my other follower's leave her alone she would be yours and yours alone."

Harry didn't want to answer but if he didn't Voldemort would continue.

"Stop please you don't have to do this." Harry called out

"Oh I think that I have to. You still don't want to join me then? So watch what I can do to your girlfriend! What you could do."

Voldemort's hand shot out and grasped a nipple. Harry heard the scream from the girl as it was twisted violently before Voldemort tried to pull it completely off. As he let go Harry saw the traces of blood coming from it and the girl continued to whimper.

"She could be all yours, to do what ever you want. You just have to say yes, she would be you slave forever. I'll even spare this girl, this innocent sweet young girl."

The word slave penetrated deep within Harry's mind. The word and the image of Hermione in front of him forced thoughts of S.P.E.W. Hermione would never be a slave no matter what anybody did.

"Never!" Shouted Harry not realising that he had spoken

Voldemert smiled at Harry rebellious attitude, but sensed he was getting somewhere he just had to push a little more. The last present would decide it he was sure.

"Well Harry you have brought this on yourself, all you had to do was join but you still don't see it. So it's now time for my followers to enjoy themselves, see them now if you followed me you could have all the pleasures you want!" laughed Voldemort as he straightened up and sat back in a comfy chair to watch.

Harry watched as one of the Death Eaters walked slowly up to the girl, he was naked under the robes and mask. He merely pried the girl's legs apart and pushed his large penius straight into the entrance. The girl screamed but nothing stopped the man from pumping in and out. Very soon Harry heard a grunt and the man paused for a moment. He then withdrew and Harry saw dribbles of white cum on the end of his deflating dick.

"That was the first and still you silently watch. A simple yes will suffice Harry, she doesn't have to suffer, you, and you alone hold the power to end her torment."

When Voldemort didn't get a response he continued. "Do you care nothing for this girl Harry, or for your friends? Very well your silence is enough of an answer; now watch the rest!"

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking another man walked into view he rolled the woman over so that she was on all fours and then without a pause thrust his dick straight into her arse. The woman arched her back and screamed but still he continued. In and out he thrust gradually gaining momentum. Harry could see flecks of blood on his tool as it was moving. The blood obviously having come from inside the woman. He paused and grunted as he came inside of her. A slurping sound accompanied his withdrawal and Harry could imagine the damage he had caused as a slow trickle of blood escaped the hole at the same time.

The girl was crying harder now begging for no more yet another man came up. He started to smack her bottom, blow after blow landed on each cheek sometimes the blows landed in between as well. The woman was silently rocking as the assault continued, without warning the man stopped and he thrust his penius in. He bent low over the quivering woman and as he pumped away he grasped a breast pulling and massaging.

Harry had to watch this and more as yet another man and then another came and used the woman. Eventually no more came and the woman collapsed to the floor, far to spent to move again. Harry could see the inflamed areas of her womanhood and the sticky marks left by the men, but he couldn't do anything accept watch this utter debasement of the woman.

"You see Harry if you followed me you could have had all of that, but instead you defy me so I gave her to my followers. You and your friends defy me so I'm giving you this gift, the gift of sight; I'm showing you what will happen if you continue as you are. But if you join me you can have everything, everything your heart desires."

His hearts desire, he could have his hearts desire. But what did he really want? Did he want a girl to be like this? All he had to do was join and Voldemort would give him this! But this was wrong wasn't it?

**

"Professor!" called Molly from upstairs.

Dumbledore was sitting in one of the comfy chairs waiting with the rest. He had to suffer the glances of most of the Weasleys but inside he knew there was nothing that he or they could do, they just had to wait.

He slowly got to his feet and walked the stairs again. As he entered the room he saw the reason for being called. Harry had stopped moving, he was lying still as the night but his scar was bleeding, it had been red before but now a small trickle of blood was flowing from it. Molly dabbed it away but looked at Dumbledore with saddening eyes.

"He's...he's stopped shaking." She said.

Dumbledore felt his insides shudder. He knew Harry was strong; mentally he had seen and done more that virtually anyone, certainly more than any teenager. Dumbledore had hated what he had done to Harry yet he knew that he was strong because of it. This type of attack from Voldemort wasn't unexpected; hadn't he had Snape training Harry last year to help him protect himself, yet that it seemed that was not enough.

He had been sure that Harry could face whatever Voldemort threw at him. Harry didn't know how great his mental strength was but Dumbledore was certain that Harry could survive. When Voldemort had possessed Harry at the Ministry it was that strength that allowed Harry to fight him off. Everyone else would have rolled over and let Voldemort win but not Harry he had fought him, he had brought the power of love to fight him, but this was different.

Waving his wand slowly over the body the pulsing light told its own morbid story to Dumbledore, Harry was losing, losing the will to fight Voldemort.

"He's getting better isn't he?" asked Molly in a small voice.

"No I fear he may be succumbing to Voldemort's attack." Came the flat reply. Dumbledore was franticly trying to think of what he could do but there was nothing. This was Harry's private battle and no-one could help.

"Can't we do anything Professor?" asked Hermione from behind.

This time Dumbledore hadn't heard the others approach from the stairs and was momentary taken aback. Turning he looked closely at Ron and Hermione the look of concern was easy to see but he could give them an answer.

"No we wait...and see."

Ron slipped his arm around Hermione and guided her into the bedroom. Sitting downstairs had been depressing but up here at least they could be close to Harry.

**

Gabrielle had snuggled close to Ginny as the pair sat on the sofa just looking at the fire. The nearness of the older girl had calmed her and she was just about able to close off her emotions yet she still couldn't feel Harry. Whatever was happening she wanted to be there but knew that she couldn't especially now with Dumbledore. When he had returned from, examining Harry for the first time his eyes seemed to penetrate her as if probing for a reason. He hadn't said a word but Gabrielle could sense almost hostility from him.

"He'll be fine." Repeated Ginny absently holding Gabrielle.

Ginny had been saying that over and over again to herself as like a mantra. Harry had always pulled through these things but she could see the look of worry on everyone's face. The closeness of Gabrielle gently reminded her that she wasn't the only one who was suffering. If Gabrielle was feeling only a fraction what was flowing through herself then she completely understood why she was cuddled next to her.

**

Harry looked at the broken woman curled on the ground. It was obvious that Voldemort was giving Harry time to absorb what had happened. The woman hadn't moved since the last man had left her. Around her was a mixture and red and white liquid as it continued to seep out and across the hard floor.

He continued to look not being able to do anything else, if he just gave up it would stop. Voldemort would stop this torture, it almost sounded odd to himself but he knew it would be true. If he just gave up Voldemort would stop and the woman would be saved.

"You are still silent in my mind dear Harry so reluctantly I must continue."

Harry opened his mouth ready to shout but before the sound came out Voldemort had struck. A stream of flame left his wand hit the woman like a whip. First on the bottom and the slowly moving up. Every time it hit welts appeared, not small deep red ones but long dark ones which opened and oozed liquid out of them. Soon the woman's sides were cover and she tried to buck every time the flames hit but her energy was going so she hardly moved. On and on went the flames eventually they reached the exposed breast.

The welts appeared to crisscross the soft breasts but the woman was bucking even less now Harry could almost see the fight leaving her. She was giving in to the inevitable but Voldemort continued. The fire whip moved up the body over and onto the face. More and more burned and blistered flesh oozed its liquid onto the floor. Voldemort flicked the whip once last time.

"All you have to do is join me Harry and all this will stop." Whispered Voldemort.

The woman turned her face ever so slowly until she was looking directly at Voldemort's face.

"Please stop, please make it end." She said in such a quiet voice the Harry thought she had not spoken at all.

Voldemort squatted low so that he was almost at her level.

"He won't join me so I wont stop." He replied and raised his wand so that it pointed directly at the face.

"NOOOOOO!" screamed Harry as he the final jet of flame left the wand. Instantly the hair and face was caught alight the woman screamed as the fire started to consume her body.

Voldemort stood and turned as the body continued to burn.

"It's time for your last present Harry, your last chance." He said aloud as the noise of the fire died down.

**

Ron and Hermione said on the edge of the bed and looked at Harry. Many a time they had both sat and waited for Harry to recover but this was the first time they had done it together. By silent agreement they just sat there with there hands joined and waited. Harry would always win but something about the way Dumbledore and Mrs Weasley were talking and moving about communicated to the pair of them that this time it was different. Dumbledore was still certain that Harry would return but in what state.

"Come on mate we're waiting for you." Whispered Ron not moving his eyes from Harry's prone form.

He could feel the warmth of Hermione's leg next to his. Their joined hands also transmitted the feeling to him but all he was watching was Harry, as he watched he saw another drop of blood leak from the scar, but this time it looked darker more dangerous. As he watched his mother move the small cloth to dab it away he noticed a second drop forming in Harry's ear. Soon enough, enough of the precious liquid was present that it too dropped out of the ear and ran down Harry's neck. As he watched it trickle down he felt the pressure in his hand increase. Tearing his eyes away from his best friend he looked at Hermione. Tears were running freely down her face and her lips were quivering but no sound came from them.

Releasing her hand he slipped his arm around her and pulled her close to him. Her head found the crock in his neck and the pair just continued to watch and wait.

**

Harry didn't know how he was going to face this next ordeal. His mind wanted no more yet he still couldn't do anything he was still at the whim of Voldemort. The man walked up a covered garden path to a small cottage. The door to this place was open to the night but little light was streaming out. The sound of his followers still could still be heard.

As Voldemort entered the house Harry saw this next "present". A naked youngish man was huddled in the corner, very much like the woman had been. It was obvious that he had been like that for some time as his arms looked white and Harry could see the fear in his eyes.

"My next and final present." Said Voldemort to the room. "So what is you name?"

Harry waited for the answer; he knew it before it came but it shocked him when it did.

"Hhhharry, Harry Potter." Replied the young man.

"Very good but you don't look like him yet."

Harry watched as Voldemort conjured a set of round glasses and changed the hair colour. He even conjured a set of dark robes on the man.

"Just one thing left." Said Voldemort and he approached the man. With his hand he forced the man's head up so that his forehead was exposed. With deliberate care he drew his wand across the forehead and Harry saw his familiar lighting bolt scare be cut into the man's head.

The man shouted and screamed but Voldemort continued eventually finishing the cut. Blood was flowing from the wound down the man's face and cheek.

Voldemort stepped back and smiled. "There I think that's done now."

"Join me Harry. You know what I can do and I will do it. You just have to join me and I'll let him go."

"Yes..yes..I'll join." Shouted the writing man on the floor.

"See Harry he want's to join so should you. I will stop the pain I'll leave your friends alone. It will be just you and me. I can offer you anything your heart wants all you have to do is join!"

He could have it, have what he wanted. Voldemort would stop, the pain the torture would finish he could have everything.

"Yes Harry everything." Breathed Voldemort, he knew he was winning. He just had to show Harry a little more and he would submit.

"Come." Voldemort commanded.

Harry could hear a soft rustle as a Death Eater approached. He could instantly tell that this person was a lot not build like the rest of the Death Eater he had seen. The person seemed to move with undisguised grace. The robes flutter slightly as the Death Eater came to a halt, looking through Voldemort's eyes Harry could see that even the mask seemed gentler.

"You see Harry you could have this, all of this and more." Whispered Voldemort indicating the Death Eater.

Slowly the dark robes were removed and Harry instantly saw that the Death Eater was in fact a woman. But not just any woman one who looked almost perfect. As the robes slowly dropped he saw the tanned flesh of her neck and chest. As more and more was revealed he started to see the breasts appear. Everywhere he was looking he saw evenly tanned skin as the woman continued to disrobe.

The flat stomach was exposed next but Harry's mind was still looking at the breasts as they gently hung in front of him. He had a sudden urge to reach out and grab them. His eyes automatically travelled lowed as the golden hair covering her sex was exposed. It looked trimmed and neat and he could almost imagine the feelings in his hand that the hair would produce if he ran his hand through it. The robe dropped faster now and fell to the floor in a pile of black. Harry's eyes travelled the rest of the length and saw that the woman was wearing only a pair of shoes now.

He moved his eyes back up and took in the full beauty before him; this woman was waiting for him. She could be his, Voldemort had said so.

"She is just waiting, all for you Harry. She is willing to do anything just ask her, look."

Voldemort raised his hand and brushed it against the woman's breast. Harry felt the nipple harden as the fingers lightly stroked the side and were drawn to the front.

"See she is willing."

The hand continued to travel upwards. Harry saw that the mask only covered the top of the face and left the eyes open. Clear bright blue eyes looked back into Voldemort face. As the hand travelled up the chest and the neck the woman's mouth slightly parted and Harry could see perfectly white teeth. His ears picked up the slight panting coming from her.

"Feel Harry feel with me what a woman can be like."

Voldemort ran his fingers across the slightly parted lips. Harry could feel the softness and wanted to feel more of them over his body. The finger brushed the cheeks and the small ear lobe. The woman gave a small moan as the fingers played with the lobe. Harry could feel what the moan was doing to him.

Voldemort dropped his hands back to the breasts and held each one in his hands. Harry could feel the weight and didn't understand that something a simple as this could feel so much.

"Yes Harry you can feel it."

Voldemort dropped his hands lower over the stomach and felt the softness of the tummy. The panting was coming faster now from the woman. Voldemort let his hands rest on the slim hips for and moment before gently spinning the woman.

"You see Harry she could be like this for you. Respond to every command or desire. Isn't the right?"

"Yes I'll do anything." Purred the girl.

Voldemort ran his hand over each cheek. He felt their weight and slapped each one lightly. Harry saw that the woman had now slightly parted her legs and seemed to be moving he hips slightly. Voldemort gave each check a small pinch which caused a louder moan from the girl.

"You want love Harry. This woman would love you Harry. Give you all the love that you could ever want."

Harry saw and felt the woman approach. She wrapped her legs around one of Voldemort's. She trapped his leg and started to rub up and down. Harry could feel the sensations running through him. The softness of her hair could be felt as well as the dampness with it. The woman rubbed faster and faster.

"Wait!" Commanded Voldemort and the woman stopped at once.

"Please," The woman panted huskily. "Please, let me, let me love you."

"You see Harry she would love you until the end. She would do anything for you. You could do anything with her."

Voldemort bend his head towards those soft lips. The woman parted her lips and closed her eyes in waiting. But Voldemort never came close enough.

"Isn't she better than the other, and she can be yours you just have to say yes!"

Harry couldn't and didn't want to take his eyes off the woman in front of him. He was being offered her and anything else. The lure was powerful he could feel his response to it. If he said yes the pain would stop and he could have this.

"Do you want me to show you what I'll do if you say no again Harry? I will anyway!"

Voldemort spun and looked at the man still on the ground. It was obvious that he had been looking at the woman as well yet Harry could still see the fear. With a single stab of his wand Voldemort cut the face once more disfiguring the man and spurting blood across the room.

Harry was relived as Voldemort tore his eyes away from the screaming man and returned to look at the woman. Her leg's now had faint splatters of blood on them yet she still didn't move.

"The choice is yours Harry, you could have this..." Voldemort reached out his hand to gently grasp one of the breasts once more. Harry could feel what it would be like to hold that soft mound. He could be holding that breast if he said yes. He could have it all. Every dream every wish Voldemort could give him. But what did he really want, that woman?

Suddenly images of his parents and of Sirius flashed across his mind. Voldemort could give him these it would stop the pain, his pain, everyone's pain and he would get pleasure from it. He could hold those breasts, a girl's breast. He could feel a woman, be with a woman. The images flashed on, A tight dress filed with breasts, a laughing face, a hug from a girl, sunlight streaming across his body, a tree, a golden snitch. All of these flashed in front of him. But then more and more each clearer than the next, an argument with Vernon, joy...happiness...warm sun...flying leg to leg with a girl.

The images stopped flowing and he felt loss, sorrow, but this time not his own.

Voldemort felt his grip on Harry slip. Something was happening and happening very quickly. He closed his eyes to concentrate but Harry was still there in his mind yet he knew his grip on Harry's mind was lessening. The potion might be wearing off but it was supposed to last longer, he had to move fast if he was going to break Harry.

"So Harry as you haven't answered I will have to show you more." Laughed Voldemort.

Harry didn't care about Voldemort the images continued to flash and he started to relax his mind. The images of Gabrielle and Ginny flowed faster and faster and then he felt a break in the prison. He felt his mind start to flow back but was stopped almost at once.

"Now...now Harry you can't leave just yet." Whispered Voldemort trying to pull Harry back.

Harry ignored Voldemort and continued to think of the two girls. Each different but yet the same. Each wanted to be with him and help him. One loved him the other...the other? He mused to himself. Then he felt the prison crack again, he felt himself flow once more, but the tug from Voldemort was pulling him back again.

But then he felt hands, gentle caressing hands on his mind. They soothed his mind and pulled him away. He could no longer feel the pain he had witnessed just happiness and joy. He let himself be taken by these hands, he knew that it was part Gabrielle but there was something else there as well, something powerful but concerned for him. He suspected he knew who that other person was and suddenly he felt safe, very safe they would make sure no harm would come to him, he had won again.

**

"NO!" screamed Voldemort as he felt Harry slip away. He had lost him once more.

"My lord?" asked the woman standing there in front of him.

"Ah!" Raged Voldemort spinning and looking at the feeble ball of the man. Curse after curse was sent towards the man. Attack after attack ripped into the body until there was no trace that it was even a man. With fury still in his eye he turned to the woman.

"You have failed me Nanette!"

The girl instantly dropped to her knees. She had done everything that he had ever asked of her yet he was telling her that she failed. The price of failure was not just death it was that thing in the corner which was once a man.

"No my lord, please I've done everything you asked of me. I'll do anything for you just say." Pleaded Nannette creeping forward until she was at Voldemort feet. She looked up with fear and sorrow in her eyes.

"Then you had better start!" growled Voldemort looking away from the woman at his feet now understanding that the ancient law and customs were right. Woman had no place in society they were just things to be used.

**

Gabrielle shivered, not a small shiver one the shook her whole body. She felt something, pain, horror. Almost as soon as she recognised it, it was gone but she had felt it.

"You Ok?" asked Ginny responding to the shiver.

"It's him." Whispered Gabrielle closing her eyes and trying to focus.

"What Harry?"

Gabrielle focused ever ounce of magic every skill she had to find that emotion. It had to have come from Harry. She opened her eyes but still could not see the ribbon that she was after, but she had felt it she was certain.

"Gabrielle?" asked Ginny not getting an answer to her question feeling the change in the girl she was holding.

Gabrielle looked up at Ginny.

"He's fighting it, I felt him."

"You sure?" she whispered not daring to hope

"Yes."

"We have to help him."

"I know but I can't feel him."

"Try!" insisted Ginny.

Gabrielle tried once more but still couldn't feel Harry but then looked at Ginny. Quickly rising to her feet she tugged Ginny by the hand.

"You're not going up there are you? There isn't enough room." Said Arthur as he saw the two girls suddenly jump to their feet.

Gabrielle looked with pleading eyes at Ginny and mouthed the words 'your room'.

"Um...no dad we just want to go back to our room for a moment."

"Ok then but keep out of every ones way upstairs."

The two girls almost flew into Ginny room and closed the door behind them.

"What?" demanded the older girl.

"I can't do it on my own but maybe we can."

"You mean I can help? Well let's get on with it." Said Ginny sitting cross legged on the floor waiting to begin.

"You know that it might affect you."

"Affect me?"

"Yes like...um...you know?" said Gabrielle embarrassed.

"No?"

"You might ...um...have to...um...afterwards."

Ginny suddenly realised what Gabrielle was saying and blushed a little but replied

"If it would help Harry I'll do that here and now. I don't care as long as I can help."

Gabrielle bent low and enveloped Ginny into a tight hug as she heard those words. They were exactly the same feelings that were running through her. As she pulled away from Ginny she gave her a small peck on the cheek.

"Thanks." Said Gabrielle gracefully lowering herself behind Ginny.

"Ok...like before think of your feeling for Harry and the way you are loved."

Ginny closed her eyes and images of her family and Harry sprung to her mind. The afternoons flying were particularly vivid in her memory. As her mind replayed the sensations she could feel every time Harry's leg brushed against hers, then she felt a sudden shift in her emotions. She couldn't tell what had caused it but it was there, extra images stated to appear. Images of Gabrielle and of holding her close, of how Gabrielle had crawled into her bed to help her when Susan was lost. These were intermixed with the thoughts of Harry.

Gabrielle could feel Ginny emotions swirl as she probed her. It was hard but the very close contact allowed her to do it; she tried to feel for the connection. Ginny's emotions started to wash over her but she continued to search and then it happened again. It was like a burst of light or something, a new set of emotion's those of Harry's hit her. He was trying to connect to her.

She could feel Ginny's magic under her fingers. The harder she tried the more she felt through her fingers. It was like Ginny was giving her everything that she wanted. Using their combined magic and emotions she tried to call to Harry, and then it happened. In an instant her connection was back, she could feel him once more. He was in pain, immense pain not physical but something even more damaging. Whatever had been happening to Harry was trying to rip his emotions and his inner self apart. She reached out to try and help and sensed Ginny's magic or was it more with her.

As she touched Harry's emotions she could feel him relax into her magic. It was as though he was putting himself in their hands. She felt his emotions flow closer and closer to herself and continued to try and soothe his mind to try and draw away the pain yet he wasn't letting her. She sensed that he was trying to repair his protection but she didn't care she could feel him. He was back he was going to be safe.

Opening her eyes she looked at Ginny.

"I...I felt him." Whispered Ginny before collapsing to the ground.

Gabrielle looked at Ginny and then realised how much magic she had pulled from the girl. It was though Ginny had known what Gabrielle needed and had given her everything but as soon as it was finished magical exhaustion had taken over and she had collapsed.

Gabrielle got to her unsteady feet as she too felt a bit weary and pulled the duvet off Ginny bed. Wrapping it around the girl she cuddled up on top of it next to her and closed her eyes, her Veela side would soon be demanding its release. But for the moment she knew Harry was safe and it was because of the pair of them and their love.

**