I Can Touch You Now

Brief summary: Harry is kidnapped by Voldemort and realizes killing isn't the only thing on the evil wizards mind. He is sexually tortured, and held captive for quite some time. This is not a love story. It is lust, power, and control. Aka the real world.
Warnings: Includes sexual content, non con, rape, mild violence, crude language, slash, disturbing chapters, shitty cliff hangers.
Time Period: Order of the Phoenix
Character pairings: HP/LV
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story, blah blah blah, all that bullshit.


4. All Sorts of Rubbish

"Albus, this has gone on long enough!" Sirius bellowed "We've made absolutely no progress and a black dog is about to trot right into Riddle Manor himself!" He said referring to his animagus side. He took great protection of Harry, being his god father.

"Oi! Dumbledore is doing all he can, mutt!" Mad Eye said. "He don need you naggin at him Erry day!" He was a good friend of Dumbledore's, the only one he could trust. Life as an ex. Auror left him very picky about making friends. He mistakes hand shakes for pre meditated murder attempts.

"No Alastor, I'm afraid he is right. We really weren't making as much progress as I had hoped," Dumbledore began peering over his half moon specticals. "But I have been thinking ("About time.." Sirius growled) "that the only way we are going to get Harry safe back at the castle is to face Voldemort himself."

"He's got a gang of ruddy Death Eaters!" Mad Eye screeched in outrage, "Yeh can't just waltz in and ask where the Dark Lord might be prowling about!"

"Yes I have taken that into deep consideration." Dumbledore started calmly. "We are going to need a distraction. Severus and I have planned that on this coming Saturday he is going to conveniently be responsible for a ruckas in the Riddle Manor, causing a diversion of the Death Eaters. I will go myself to find Voldemort."

"I'm going with you." Said Sirius promptly.

"No, Sirius. I'm afraid I must face Voldemort myself. You would be in far to much danger." Said Dumbledore.

"But I must-"

"No buts, Sirius. I will go alone and that is final. The biggest help you can be is to hold off the Death Eaters with the rest of the Order." Dumbledore stated finally.

"Well, it is better than my plan I must say."said Mad Eye, who's plan was to simply blow up Riddle Manor all together.


Voldemort kicked Harry in the chest, and left him there tied to the floor naked.

"You, Pet, have been very bad indeed. You will soon realize it is the wiser decision to simply give in instead of fight back." He dramatically exited the room with his robes flying behind him.

Harry didn't have anything else to do,so he let himself drift into a fretful sleep.

The next morning Harry awoke still tied to the floor, but instead of random roots covering his body, it was now only binding his legs and arms down, leaving him helpless and naked.

Harry fluttered his eyes open to find Voldemort creepily sitting on the throne like chair in front of him. He was examining Harry's body as if it where a piece of Aunt Petunia's delicious pudding cake she always made.

The thought of his horrid aunt made Harry's heart ach. He would have haven anything to be back at the Dursleys. Anything would be better than lying here at his enemy's mercy. Harry was trying so hard to get out of the grip of the tree roots holding him down.

"You wouldn't really want to be back with that horrid muggle family of yours, would you Pet.?" Voldemort asked with an amused smile that creeped Harry out.

"Anything is better then here." Harry said sounding like the Queen had gone to McDonalds and was disappointed in the lack of tea.

Voldemort swiftly got out of his chair and knelt down by Harry. "Is it now?" His slight smile was now a very scary grin. Great, he's back to the mind reading and calling him Pet.

"Why don't you untie me already? This is so much rubbish!" Said Harry agrivatedly, covering up the fear leaking in his voice. Every time he got the idea Voldemort was thinking about repeating what happened the previous night, Harry would try to change the subject into more of a war like thing. Something that was about winning and loseing, killing and living. He wanted to avoid the sexual tension that he himself was terrified of, while Voldemort ravished in.

"Oh but why would I want to do that sweet Pet?" Said Voldemort, again creeping Harry out.

He started tracing his hand over Harry's bare chest and abdomen. Harry squirmed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He wished more than anything that Voldemort would go back to simply trying to kill him.

"Don't touch me!" He shouted suddenly. He was really sick of the fact Voldemort had such easy access to his nude body.

Voldemort paid no attention, now feeling all over Harry's thighs. As he inched closer to Harry's privates, a swarm of fear swept over him. He was so scared that last night would be repeated. His was more than scared. He was bloody terrified.

"Oh Pet, you do not need to be so fearful. You survived last night after all." Voldemort was now playing with Harry's member, causing Harry to tremble in fear. "But then again, I did tell you that you where going to be punished for your foolish behavior."

"No-no that's not necessary at all.." Said Harry, failing to cover the quivering in his voice.

"Ah, but it is." Voldemort wandlessly made the roots binding Harry down disappear. Harry scooted himself backwards as Voldemort tried to come near him. He backed up until the stupid wall was in the way. He was now cornered by Voldemort.

The snakelike wizard held Harry's hands above his head.

"Let go of me!" Harry pleaded desperately.

Voldemort of course paid no mind and stared into the beautiful green eyes in front of him.

"I own you, Pet. You better get used to it.

He then leaned in and kissed Harry violently, biting his lip. His tongue forced through the boys mouth, exploring it thourly. Harry could feel something harden against his stomach. Disgusting! He thought.

After a good minut, Voldemort released him. Harry was gasping for air. He accidentally let a tear stream down his face. He hated the fact that Voldemort, or anybody, could take control of his body like that.

Voldemort licked the tear. Harry had a spasm of disgust, and tried to pull away. Voldemort had him in between his legs, and his arms held down in a tight enbrace. Harry had no where to go.

"Get off of me!" He said frantically.

"No I believe I could do so much better, Pet." He stared at Harry's member and started playing with it, massaging it.

"Stop-stop! Just STOP!" Harry yelled.

"Well, most unfourtunately, I believe I have to. I have something far worse than this."

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