Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lucid Consequences ❯ Chapter 4: You're lying safe in bed ( Chapter 4 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 857 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 857 | Status: Completed
Title: Lucid ConsequencesAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: Lucius/Harry/SnapeCategory: Drama, romance, slashrating: NC-17/RSpoilers: Maybe.Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape, Non-con, Mpreg SPOILERS!!!!!! If you haven't read HBP then DON'T READ THIS FIC~!!!!!!!Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
SPOILERS AHEAD~~!!!!!!! You have been warned~!!!!
Chapter 4: You're lying safe in bed
"Very good! Return in an hour with Lucius and then both of you can take the boy and yourselves to those morons and show them just how important their little Potter is to them!"
With that the door closed and my own personal hell began.
I don't know how many times he took his pleasure with my body, nor do I really want to know. All I know is that my inner thighs were wet and sticky with Voldemorts seed as well as inside of me. I tried to pretend I couldn't notice but the more I tried the more I noticed. I tried to use what Lucius had said and what small amount of pleasure I had felt when coupling with them for that hour that had felt more like mere moments. Moments that would haunt for good and bad reasons.
I felt him shudder behind me and then thrust violently into me once again before pulling out just as harshly and pushing me away from him causing me to fall flat on my stomach on the cold floor once again. I just lay there, naked for all to see breathing and staring ahead waiting for all of this to end. Praying that the darkness would take me again like it had, so mercifully last time. I had no need to pass out this time because a loud knock filled the room and covered up the sound of my own harsh breathing.
The door opened and I heard two sets of shoes scuff their way across the room as well as the all too familiar voice of Severus Snape.
"Shall we take him now, My Lord?"
"Yes, yes. Take him from my sight."
I felt someone drape something over me and then move my body so that I was now starring up into a familiar pair of ebony eyes. I saw a billowing black robe being wrapped around my thin frame and felt it tighten against my body before I was lifted off the cold floor and cradled in a pair of strong warm arms. I huddled to the warmth and closed my eyes.
"Inform me as soon as he begins to show signs."
With that said I felt Snape move and I just lay there in his arms with my eyes closed knowing that soon the worst of it would be over. The door clicked shut behind us and we walked in silence, the only sounds were those of rustling clothing and the clomping of shoes. I heard another door open and then I felt the cold air of outside. I opened my eyes and saw the blinding light of a lamp post. I watched it float past with an avid curiosity and then I felt a familiar pull at my naval as the scenery around us disappeared and was replaced with that of Grimmauld place.
I would know the smell, feel and sight of this house from any other. This place had become a home and a prison for me at the same time and it seemed as it be both once again.
I felt myself being lowered and then I felt my body lying on a plush bed. It felt comfortable and I wanted nothing more than to sleep and let the darkness claim me once again, in the hopes that this time I could receive a restful slumber. But it seemed like that wouldn't be aloud.
"We need you to stay awake, Harry."
I opened my eyes and this time I felt the painful sting of what I assumed was or would be a black eye. I could almost remember being hit once or twice in my right eye for being "unresponsive" during my rape. I looked up into the face of Lucius and wondered where Snape had gone.
"I'm going to help you into the tub for a quick wash. Severus is fire calling Madam Pomfrey."
I exhaled and nodded as I sat up as slowly as was physically possible and comfortable. I slid my legs over the edge of the bed and wondered why he didn't just take me into the bathroom to begin with. It would have been a lot easier. I suppose not everyone possesses common sense. Not that I'm one to talk. If I had common sense I wouldn't have been put in this situation to begin with.
I found leverage and pushed myself into a standing position and then shuffled past Lucius Malfoy, still wrapped in what I assumed was Professor Snapes outer robe. It smelled like him. Not necessarily a bad smell, just a unique one, a smell of herbs of various types, sweat and a deep cinnamon and ginger. This was Professor Snapes smell. Professor.....It's odd calling someone Professor after you've had sex with them. I wonder if he'd be terribly upset if I started calling him Severus. I hope he doesn't. I am possibly carrying his child, his or Lucius' and possibly even Voldemort's. As if my life wasn't hectic enough, let's add a child into the mix and the possibility of an American talk show situation. Dudley used to watch those horrid things all the time. It always made me sick to my stomach to think that women didn't know who the father of their child was and now I had a whole new respect for them.
I can imagine the reaction of the wizarding world now! "Harry Potter, carrying the possible love child of You-Know-Who". I can imagine the words coming out of their mouths being harsh and filled with hate. I, their savior now needed a savior of my own and so far it looked like I had two of them.
I felt his presence behind me as I opened the bathroom door less than twelve feet away. I walked towards the tub and leaned over wincing, as I turned on the tap. Hot water and steam filled the room and I sighed at the thought of the water washing away pain and aches and the evidence left from my joining with Voldemort. When the tub was filled to my satisfaction I turned to look at Lucius.
"I think I can handle the rest. Thank You."
I sounded a bit abrupt but I didn't regret it. I was tired and in pain and ashamed of what had happened. He had seen my naked way too many times in my opinion and at the moment I just wanted to be left alone and with privacy.
He nodded and turned to leave shutting the door behind him, "Call if you need anything....."
And with the click of the door I shed the large black robe and lifted a leg up and over the edge of the tub and once that one was in I brought the other leg over before I slowly squatted into the water. I sat down gently and then leaned against the back of the tub, letting my body slide completely under the water. I stayed under the water for a moment before coming back up and gasping for breath. I saw an old bottle of shampoo and conditioner and grabbed it. Opening it I squeezed a nice palm size and then ran it through my unruly and wet black hair and then lathered it nice and good before dunking my head under the water. I grabbed a cracked bar of soap that was hard from its lack of use and then dipped it into the water lathering it up before I grabbed an old clean rag sitting on the edge of the tub. I lathered the rag and then proceeded to wash all of my body until I no longer felt dirty and used, or at least until I felt as clean as it was possible to get.
I stood up and grabbed a black towel on a towel rack and dried off my legs and body and quickly ran it through my hair before I wrapped it around my waist. I looked down at the black robe and saw bits of drying white spots and shook my head. I left it there on the bathroom floor as I stepped outside of the bathroom where I saw Ms. Pomfrey standing beside the bed with a worried look on her face. I could only guess at how much she knew and I didn't care to know what they had told her.
I walked over to the bed and smiled at her, "Hello Madam Pomfrey."
"Hello, Harry. Have a seat and I shall get started."
I did as she said and was more than grateful when she took out her wand and waved it saying something I hadn't heard before and a dressing gown similar to a hospital gown appeared on my body. I lay back and allowed her hands to roam over my body as she did test after test and checked every scratch, bruise, scar, nook and cranny. I only felt uncomfortable when she reached my still sore bottom. She chanted soft healing spellings every so often and when she had finished she ran her wand over my stomach and abdomen, her eyes wide at what she had discovered.
She looked into my eyes and I smiled sadly at her, "So I'm guessing I'm pregnant."
She looked saddened as she nodded and came up to hug me. I knew Madam Pomphrey was very professional but it seemed as though this was one thing she couldn't stay professional with. I returned her hug and we sat like that for a few minutes until both of us broke away wiping our eyes.
"I'm going to be your personal doctor Mr. Potter. I will be making visits at least once a month for the first few months. We'll discuss this further later."
I nodded and lay back down against the soft pillows. I felt my eyes closing and I struggled to stay awake.
"Is there anyway to tell who the father is?"
"Yes, we'll have to wait at least a month to be certain. Let the babe have time to grow and form a bit more before we can discover the other parent."
"Thank you, Poppy."
"No thank you's needed. Get some sleep dear. I'm predicting that after Severus calls the Weasley's you'll have quite a lot of visitors."
I chuckled and struggled to pull the quilt under me up and over me and was given a helpful hand. I thought it was Poppy but upon smelling herbs and spices mixed with sweat, cinnamon and ginger I knew it was Severus.
"Did you....hear?"
"Yes."
"One of you is a father....."
"Yes......"
I heard hesitation in his voice, almost as though he wanted to ask something else "Is there something you want to ask?"
"Do hate me? Us?"
I smiled at that and struggled to answer as the welcoming darkness of slumber pulled me down, "Ask me that in a month or two......"
I heard a surprised intake of breath and then a small grunt of amusement before all was black and a dream of me in small green field claimed my attention.
To Be Continued......
Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction~! Enjoy and please review~!
SPOILERS AHEAD~~!!!!!!! You have been warned~!!!!
Chapter 4: You're lying safe in bed
"Very good! Return in an hour with Lucius and then both of you can take the boy and yourselves to those morons and show them just how important their little Potter is to them!"
With that the door closed and my own personal hell began.
I don't know how many times he took his pleasure with my body, nor do I really want to know. All I know is that my inner thighs were wet and sticky with Voldemorts seed as well as inside of me. I tried to pretend I couldn't notice but the more I tried the more I noticed. I tried to use what Lucius had said and what small amount of pleasure I had felt when coupling with them for that hour that had felt more like mere moments. Moments that would haunt for good and bad reasons.
I felt him shudder behind me and then thrust violently into me once again before pulling out just as harshly and pushing me away from him causing me to fall flat on my stomach on the cold floor once again. I just lay there, naked for all to see breathing and staring ahead waiting for all of this to end. Praying that the darkness would take me again like it had, so mercifully last time. I had no need to pass out this time because a loud knock filled the room and covered up the sound of my own harsh breathing.
The door opened and I heard two sets of shoes scuff their way across the room as well as the all too familiar voice of Severus Snape.
"Shall we take him now, My Lord?"
"Yes, yes. Take him from my sight."
I felt someone drape something over me and then move my body so that I was now starring up into a familiar pair of ebony eyes. I saw a billowing black robe being wrapped around my thin frame and felt it tighten against my body before I was lifted off the cold floor and cradled in a pair of strong warm arms. I huddled to the warmth and closed my eyes.
"Inform me as soon as he begins to show signs."
With that said I felt Snape move and I just lay there in his arms with my eyes closed knowing that soon the worst of it would be over. The door clicked shut behind us and we walked in silence, the only sounds were those of rustling clothing and the clomping of shoes. I heard another door open and then I felt the cold air of outside. I opened my eyes and saw the blinding light of a lamp post. I watched it float past with an avid curiosity and then I felt a familiar pull at my naval as the scenery around us disappeared and was replaced with that of Grimmauld place.
I would know the smell, feel and sight of this house from any other. This place had become a home and a prison for me at the same time and it seemed as it be both once again.
I felt myself being lowered and then I felt my body lying on a plush bed. It felt comfortable and I wanted nothing more than to sleep and let the darkness claim me once again, in the hopes that this time I could receive a restful slumber. But it seemed like that wouldn't be aloud.
"We need you to stay awake, Harry."
I opened my eyes and this time I felt the painful sting of what I assumed was or would be a black eye. I could almost remember being hit once or twice in my right eye for being "unresponsive" during my rape. I looked up into the face of Lucius and wondered where Snape had gone.
"I'm going to help you into the tub for a quick wash. Severus is fire calling Madam Pomfrey."
I exhaled and nodded as I sat up as slowly as was physically possible and comfortable. I slid my legs over the edge of the bed and wondered why he didn't just take me into the bathroom to begin with. It would have been a lot easier. I suppose not everyone possesses common sense. Not that I'm one to talk. If I had common sense I wouldn't have been put in this situation to begin with.
I found leverage and pushed myself into a standing position and then shuffled past Lucius Malfoy, still wrapped in what I assumed was Professor Snapes outer robe. It smelled like him. Not necessarily a bad smell, just a unique one, a smell of herbs of various types, sweat and a deep cinnamon and ginger. This was Professor Snapes smell. Professor.....It's odd calling someone Professor after you've had sex with them. I wonder if he'd be terribly upset if I started calling him Severus. I hope he doesn't. I am possibly carrying his child, his or Lucius' and possibly even Voldemort's. As if my life wasn't hectic enough, let's add a child into the mix and the possibility of an American talk show situation. Dudley used to watch those horrid things all the time. It always made me sick to my stomach to think that women didn't know who the father of their child was and now I had a whole new respect for them.
I can imagine the reaction of the wizarding world now! "Harry Potter, carrying the possible love child of You-Know-Who". I can imagine the words coming out of their mouths being harsh and filled with hate. I, their savior now needed a savior of my own and so far it looked like I had two of them.
I felt his presence behind me as I opened the bathroom door less than twelve feet away. I walked towards the tub and leaned over wincing, as I turned on the tap. Hot water and steam filled the room and I sighed at the thought of the water washing away pain and aches and the evidence left from my joining with Voldemort. When the tub was filled to my satisfaction I turned to look at Lucius.
"I think I can handle the rest. Thank You."
I sounded a bit abrupt but I didn't regret it. I was tired and in pain and ashamed of what had happened. He had seen my naked way too many times in my opinion and at the moment I just wanted to be left alone and with privacy.
He nodded and turned to leave shutting the door behind him, "Call if you need anything....."
And with the click of the door I shed the large black robe and lifted a leg up and over the edge of the tub and once that one was in I brought the other leg over before I slowly squatted into the water. I sat down gently and then leaned against the back of the tub, letting my body slide completely under the water. I stayed under the water for a moment before coming back up and gasping for breath. I saw an old bottle of shampoo and conditioner and grabbed it. Opening it I squeezed a nice palm size and then ran it through my unruly and wet black hair and then lathered it nice and good before dunking my head under the water. I grabbed a cracked bar of soap that was hard from its lack of use and then dipped it into the water lathering it up before I grabbed an old clean rag sitting on the edge of the tub. I lathered the rag and then proceeded to wash all of my body until I no longer felt dirty and used, or at least until I felt as clean as it was possible to get.
I stood up and grabbed a black towel on a towel rack and dried off my legs and body and quickly ran it through my hair before I wrapped it around my waist. I looked down at the black robe and saw bits of drying white spots and shook my head. I left it there on the bathroom floor as I stepped outside of the bathroom where I saw Ms. Pomfrey standing beside the bed with a worried look on her face. I could only guess at how much she knew and I didn't care to know what they had told her.
I walked over to the bed and smiled at her, "Hello Madam Pomfrey."
"Hello, Harry. Have a seat and I shall get started."
I did as she said and was more than grateful when she took out her wand and waved it saying something I hadn't heard before and a dressing gown similar to a hospital gown appeared on my body. I lay back and allowed her hands to roam over my body as she did test after test and checked every scratch, bruise, scar, nook and cranny. I only felt uncomfortable when she reached my still sore bottom. She chanted soft healing spellings every so often and when she had finished she ran her wand over my stomach and abdomen, her eyes wide at what she had discovered.
She looked into my eyes and I smiled sadly at her, "So I'm guessing I'm pregnant."
She looked saddened as she nodded and came up to hug me. I knew Madam Pomphrey was very professional but it seemed as though this was one thing she couldn't stay professional with. I returned her hug and we sat like that for a few minutes until both of us broke away wiping our eyes.
"I'm going to be your personal doctor Mr. Potter. I will be making visits at least once a month for the first few months. We'll discuss this further later."
I nodded and lay back down against the soft pillows. I felt my eyes closing and I struggled to stay awake.
"Is there anyway to tell who the father is?"
"Yes, we'll have to wait at least a month to be certain. Let the babe have time to grow and form a bit more before we can discover the other parent."
"Thank you, Poppy."
"No thank you's needed. Get some sleep dear. I'm predicting that after Severus calls the Weasley's you'll have quite a lot of visitors."
I chuckled and struggled to pull the quilt under me up and over me and was given a helpful hand. I thought it was Poppy but upon smelling herbs and spices mixed with sweat, cinnamon and ginger I knew it was Severus.
"Did you....hear?"
"Yes."
"One of you is a father....."
"Yes......"
I heard hesitation in his voice, almost as though he wanted to ask something else "Is there something you want to ask?"
"Do hate me? Us?"
I smiled at that and struggled to answer as the welcoming darkness of slumber pulled me down, "Ask me that in a month or two......"
I heard a surprised intake of breath and then a small grunt of amusement before all was black and a dream of me in small green field claimed my attention.
To Be Continued......