Title:Held in Darkness Authors:slashpervert and aveeno_baby Betas:Mini Mouse, golden_snitch12, elfwreck and aislinn Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: ADULT! Genre: Darkfic, Smut, Hurt/Comfort (Torture/Recovery) Length: 96,300 words (36 chapters) Pairing: Harry/Severus, Harry/Others: Harry/Voldemort, Harry/Lucius, Harry/Bellatrix/Lestranges, Harry/Mcnair, Harry/other Death Eaters, Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Ron. Summary: Harry's search for the Horcruxes is cut short when he is captured and thrown into a life of sexual servitude to Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He is forced to endure rape, a sex-change and impregnation by the Dark Lord. His only support during this tortuous imprisonment is a man he thought he hated. Has Harry lost everything or will the unlikely ally of Severus Snape help him do more than just survive? Warnings: This story is going to hit most people’s squick factor. It even hits mine. It's supposed to push limits. Seriously, be sure you can handle that before you read it. Warnings include: (Mark to read.) Language. M/M sex including anal, oral, rimming etc. M/F sex (kind of) including intercourse, oral and anal. Multiple partners in consensual and non-consensual situations. Violent rape and other forms of non-consensual sex. Cock and ball torture, including urethral sounding. Forced sex change. Forced pregnancy. Miscarriage including late term fetal death. Live birth. Torture, violence and humiliation. Bondage in several forms. Touch and ingestion of blood, urine and other bodily fluids. Gang rape, in both m/m, m/f and f/f forms. Inappropriate use of snakes. (Practically the only thing not in it is main character death. Harry and Severus both live.) Notes: This story is AU from near the end of HBP. It takes some liberties with the final scene on the tower and uses parts of DH, while ignoring most of it. The story is primarily a Harry/Severus one, told from a captive Harry’s point of view. Harry spends most of the story in a female body since he is forced to take a sex-change potion. He still sees himself as male, thus the gender pronouns remain primarily masculine even when he has a female form. Thanks to corvusdea for help with Latin for spells. Both icon and title of the fic are from, with permission, Ponderosa's art, Held in Darkness. Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright or trademark infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 1/35 Chapter Title: Darkness Descends Words: 3127 Words
Harry looked up at the stars as he sighed, feeling tired though he was unable to sleep. Being on the run like this was beginning to take a toll on him, but they didn't have a choice. He glanced back in the direction of the tent where Hermione and Ron were having some alone time. He'd made sure to be out of sight and hearing range, not wanting to risk intruding on their privacy.He sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees and trying not to think about how alone he felt even with them. Ron and Hermione "together" made him feel less like the three of them were a team any more. Harry reminded himself that it was his fault that they were out there in the first place. Even though Harry hated getting his friends into this, he was also thankful for their help.
Harry was startled by the multiple pops of people Apparating nearby. He jumped up as quickly as he could, reaching for his wand.
"Crucio!" someone shouted and an excruciating pain ripped through his body.
Harry didn't have time to even react before he fell to his knees, jerking and crying out in agony. He felt his wand slip from his hand while he rolled on the ground. He was still twitching when the spell finally stopped. Even while still convulsing, Harry forced himself to turn over and get up onto his knees, desperately scanning the ground for his wand. The use of an Unforgivable didn't bode well. He glanced around quickly and tried to determine the identity of his attackers as three robed figures surrounded him, all pointing their wands at him.
"Lumos," cast one of his attackers.
As the light flared brightly, Harry's heart sank as he saw one of them was holding his wand.
"Well, well, look what we have here ..."
Harry scrambled to his feet, clenching his hands into fists at his side and mentally berating himself for being caught unawares so easily.
"It's Potter," a woman's voice insisted. "We've caught Potter!"
Harry thought about running or even Apparating, but the men were almost close enough to grab him. Besides, they had his wand and he wouldn't get far without it. “You don't have me yet," he said haltingly, beginning to take a few steps back.
"You want another round of Cruciatus?" one of them insisted.
Harry didn't answer as he continued to move, trying to think of a plan. The Death Eaters spread out in a circle around him so there was nowhere for him to go.
"Bind him, Rowle," one of them snapped.
"No," Harry said, turning and trying to escape though by that point it seemed useless. He refused to give up that easily. The Body Bind spell hit, knocking him to the ground. The air left his body as he was picked up and roughly slung over a man's shoulder; the hood falling back to reveal blond hair. It was the same Death Eater who had been at Hogwarts that night, and Harry recognised the voice of the Carrows as well.
"Should we look for the others?" Alecto asked.
"Why? We have Potter," her brother, Amycus, answered before the three of them Apparated away with their prisoner.
With a sickening jolt, the Death Eaters and their prize appeared in front of a large gate which opened to admit them. Harry groaned as the man's shoulder dug into his stomach, making it difficult to breathe properly. Trudging up the path towards a large stone building, Rowle grunted under Harry's added weight. As they entered the house, Harry saw the flash of a white peacock watching them as they passed by.
"What is this?" asked a familiar voice. Harry couldn't see him with his head currently hanging down Rowle's back. A hand roughly grabbed his hair, yanking his head to the side and forcing him to look up at an uncomfortable angle. "Potter," Snape hissed.
Harry wanted to grit his teeth and pull his hair from Snape's grasp, but due to the Body Bind he couldn't even do that. He was so angry with himself.
"Is that really Potter?" Bellatrix asked from nearby.
"Yes, and we caught him," Alecto answered in a smug voice.
"Bring him in," Bellatrix ordered.
Snape hadn't let go of Harry's hair, black eyes seeming to bore into Harry's enough that he wondered if the wizard was using Legilimency. Harry held the man's gaze, trying to stop him from invading his mind and picking up on his thoughts, not wanting him to find out how easily they had managed to catch him. Snape grunted. "Foolish," he whispered and dropped Harry's head so that his chin smacked into Rowle's back. He was being carried again, into a large sitting room.
Bellatrix grinned. "Oh, itty bitty Potter is so helpless," she taunted.
And it felt horrible to be like this, unable to speak or even lift his head to see how many people surrounded him. A feeling of dread began to pool in his stomach as he listened to the snatches of conversation going on around him.
"We should call Him," Rowle said.
Bellatrix grinned wickedly and pushed up her sleeve, pressing the tip of her wand to the Dark Mark on her arm. Her moan was disturbing, sounding like pleasure mingled with pain, and it made Harry's skin crawl.
"Give me Potter's wand," Snape demanded. Amycus handed it to him grudgingly, wanting to be the one to present it to the Dark Lord.
This wasn't fair, Harry wanted to scream. He felt the burning sensation prickle along his scar and squeezed his eyes shut, knowing it signalled that Voldemort was near.
"He will be here soon," Bellatrix declared breathlessly.
Amycus ended the Body Bind as he dumped Harry onto the floor. He was surrounded and wandless in what he recognised from his visions through Voldemort as Malfoy Manor. As soon as he could move, Harry pressed his hand against his scar and scrambled up, gritting his teeth and looking around. This definitely didn't look good; several wands were pointing at him. Bellatrix laughed at his helplessness while the Carrows pushed back their hoods, beaming proudly and celebrating their capture.
"Stay down, Potter," Snape hissed.
Harry just glared at him, not moving to sit down on the floor. From the hallway, he heard the sound of Apparition, and the next instant the door flew open. Voldemort strode into the room. Red eyes met green, and that lipless mouth smiled. The Death Eaters all dropped instantly to their knees. Harry clenched his teeth to keep from crying out as he tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his scar.
Voldemort had his wand at the ready. "The Boy Who Failed," he sneered.
"And just how long did it take you to find me?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.
With a flick of his wand and a hiss, Voldemort had Harry screaming in pain again. Cruciatus, predictably enough. This was probably the one curse he would never get used to, since the pain was different every single time. When it ended, the others had stood up again but had moved back. Voldemort was sitting in a large chair as if it were a throne.
"How fast do you want to die, Harry?" he asked.
Harry was panting as the intensity of the curse was lifted, pushing himself up with whatever dignity he could muster to look at the monster sitting before him. "How fast do you want to die?" he asked instead. It earned him another bout of spell-induced agony. Harry was left gasping and coughing once the spell was ended that time, pulling himself up onto his hands and knees.
"We shall have to come up with something appropriate for you," Voldemort said. Snape approached, going down onto one knee in front of the Dark Lord and waiting. "Yes, Severus?"
"May I suggest keeping him alive? So as not to make a martyr of him. Imprison him until there is no one left to rally to his side," Snape suggested.
As Harry listened to the men talk, he wondered if it would be better to die instead of live.
Voldemort smiled and nodded. "I know Lucius won't mind us using his dungeon. He may even find it entertaining when he is able to get away from his Headmaster's duties at Hogwarts."
Bellatrix grinned at Harry, and the smile she gave him made his skin crawl. Harry looked away from her as quickly as possible, feeling unbelievably trapped in this situation.
"First, we will teach the would-be hero some humility," Voldemort declared. "Strip him."
"What? No!" Harry yelled, kicking out to try and stop them.
Someone cast a spell and Harry's hands were suddenly bound in rope that stretched up to the ceiling. He heard laughter as Rowle and Amycus Carrow advanced on him, amused at his vulnerable position.
"No," Harry continued to say over and over, struggling even though he was pulled up onto the tip of his toes. "Stop, don't touch me!"
The big blond, Rowle, was grinning as he reached and actually ripped Harry's shirt open. Harry pulled his foot back to kick at the man, knowing he was risking getting hurt again. He managed to land a blow on Rowle's shin, but the man retaliated by punching him in the stomach. Harry's body wanted to double over in pain, but he could only move so far, bound as he was. He groaned as his shirt was literally ripped off him then, feeling Carrow's hands on the front of his trousers.
"Stop," Harry insisted still, kicking his legs harder to try and push the man away. His struggles seemed to amuse them. Carrow tore Harry's jeans open and yanked them down his legs. They bunched up at his ankles and held his legs together. Harry flushed at the breeze on his skin, gritting his teeth. "Let me go," he exclaimed.
The only thing still covering him was his underpants. He'd been on the run so long they were worn thin and even had a hole in them. Harry clenched his legs tightly together. "Just because you have me doesn't mean you've won!" he shouted defiantly.
"I have won," Voldemort replied, tone smug. "And before you die, you will admit that."
"Don't be so sure," Harry mumbled, trying to sound as confident as possible, even with his underwear exposed. Rowle laughed and stuck a finger in the hole, wiggling it about.
"Didn't your mummy tell you not to go out in ripped undies?" Bellatrix laughed, pretending to be surprised. "Oh, I forgot, your mummy is dead."
"At least she's not screaming her lungs out in the portrait she's stuck in," Harry replied, trying to move away from the finger.
Bellatrix slapped him then, and carried through with her nails, so that they raked his cheek. Harry hissed, feeling as though the nails cut into his skin deeply enough to bleed.
Meanwhile, Rowle pulled on the thin fabric of Harry's shorts, ripping them open. Harry renewed his struggles and tried to kick out again, but Rowle kept ripping until only the elastic and tattered bits remained. Bellatrix ran her fingers down the scratches, smearing the blood on his face and then bringing them to her own lips and licking his blood. The cuts throbbed and stung horribly.
"Don't touch me ..." Harry gasped, disgusted. He tried to kick but found his ankles still entangled by his jeans, pooling around his trainers.
"Aww, baby Potter doesn't want to play ..." Bellatrix cooed and then ran her nails down his chest, cutting him again.
"Keep your filthy hands off me," Harry hissed, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the involuntary tears that were beginning to well up. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to keep from crying out.
"Gonna cry for us? How delightful," Bellatrix taunted, claws continuing down to his groin.
"No," Harry replied, trying to jerk his hips away as the nails got closer and closer. Despite his efforts, she managed to grab a handful of his pubic hair and yanked. Harry bit down on his lip as hard as he could to stop himself from crying out; his hands clenching into fists so tight that there were half-moon indentations on his palms.
"You have lost, Harry, and you will lose even more before we are done with you," Voldemort explained.
Harry shook his head, not opening his eyes just yet. "No," he whispered.
"Beat him," Voldemort said, waving his hand dismissively.
Rowle and Carrows pounded fists into his body. Bellatrix pulled hard and ripped hair out of his groin. Harry couldn’t dodge any of the blows, crying out with every single one of them. Bruises blossomed everywhere their fists made contact, and he thought they might be breaking bones from the sickening crunching he felt. He was helpless, unable to get away from the blows, let alone fight back. He was completely defenceless. He didn't know how long they beat him, but he couldn't do anything but hang there until they stopped.
Harry was panting and wheezing by the time they stopped. His entire body ached and blood dripped from the wounds the blows had opened up. He had always thought that if Voldemort caught him, he would just kill him. With a cold sense of dread, he realised now that there was no telling how long this would last or what they would do to him. He began to fear that even more than being killed.
"Chain him up below," Voldemort commanded. "We will have a celebration tomorrow when the others can join us."
The ropes dropped from the ceiling, and Harry collapsed to his knees. With another flick of Voldemort's wand, the ropes drew Harry hands together, tied in front of him. Rowle shoved him face down onto the floor. The big blond man yanked off Harry's jeans, shoes and worn socks, tossing them aside and leaving Harry in only the tatters of his underpants. Harry felt the urge to struggle again, trying to push himself up with his tied-up hands. Carrow picked up the end of the rope and pulled. It unbalanced Harry, sending him falling sideways with a painful thunk and a shudder of pain in what he thought might be broken ribs.
"Walk or I'll drag you," Carrow ordered.
Carrow pulled and Harry stumbled up onto his feet, glaring at Carrow and Rowle through cracked glasses. Harry's fists clenched, wishing for his wand or even a chance to punch one of the men. Carrow yanked so that Harry nearly fell again, pulling him out of the room with Harry stumbling after him, the floor cold against his now bare feet.
"Where are you taking me?" Harry demanded.
"Don't be an imbecile, Potter," Snape sneered from behind him, apparently following. "He just said they would be putting you in a dungeon."
Harry gritted his teeth when he heard Snape, hating that the man was there to see him like this, and of course, doing nothing to help him. Dumbledore had trusted Snape but he'd been wrong. Harry burned with anger at him.
Carrow opened a door to a narrow stone staircase and proceeded to drag him down them. It was impossible for Harry to keep up and he tripped, being dragged down the rest of the steps. His knees were bloody by the time they reached the bottom. He found himself in a narrow stone corridor with metal doors. Carrow led him to one and pushed him inside. It was a cell, like something out of Muggle horror movie, with manacles hanging from chains on the walls. Harry tried not to fall again when he was pushed inside, stumbling as he turned around to face the men by the door.
"I'll secure him," Snape said.
Carrow scowled at the man. "He told me to do it."
"He said for you to take him down here. Now I am telling you to get out," Snape snapped.
Carrow gave Harry a look that promised more beatings later and, muttering under his breath, left.
"Up against the wall and hold your arms above your head," Snape commanded. Harry narrowed his eyes as he backed up, but kept his arms in front of him. "Potter," Snape hissed. "You've been stupid enough to get captured; don't compound your dilemma by forcing your captors to use Cruciatus until you wind up like the Longbottoms!"
"It's better than giving up easily," Harry snapped, familiar anger at his former professor seeming to push the pain back for the moment.
"Knowing when to resist and when to submit is a survival trait," Snape insisted. "Now raise your arms!"
Harry didn't want to but eventually lifted his arms up above his head. Snape flicked his wand and the ropes disappeared, the manacles snapping around Harry's wrists instead. He was chained naked against a stone wall. Harry glared at Snape, his hands clenching into fists again.
"What are they planning on doing?"
Snape sneered as if Harry had just given the wrong answer in class. "You will be tortured, Potter. You will be raped, beaten, and ... used until you are broken."
Harry's face paled slightly as he tried to control his fear by summoning fury instead. He yanked at the shackles, ignoring the pain he felt. "This isn't fair!"
“At what point did you expect any of this to be fair?” Snape snarled. "You've failed, Potter. He will win."
"Can you do anything about it?" Harry demanded.
Snape's face was grim. "I am a Death Eater, Potter. Why would I want to?"
"Because ..." Harry stopped himself, forcing himself to remember that Snape really was no help. Harry then insisted, "It can't be over yet."
Hermione and Ron must've known he was missing by then, and he hoped they knew to just continue looking for the Horcruxes, even without him there.
"You will soon wish it was," Snape said, turned and left.
Harry watched Snape go, still pulling at the shackles. Since the situation seemed impossible to get out of, reality began set in and the fear had his body trembling. Harry hung in the chains, the minutes and hours seeming like forever. His arms ached and his hands began to go numb. He tried pushing up on the balls of his feet to ease the strain on his arms but then his legs spasmed in pain too. No matter what he did the pain got worse. He was cold, exhausted and hungry. And his bladder was full. He tried to hold it in, but it was too much. Finally, he just let it happen, piss running down his legs to add to the awful smell of the place.