Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, however the plot is all mine. Touch it and you DIE!

WARNING! This story contains mature content (such as RAPE and all out WEIRDNESS) that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

A/N: This is set after Harry has graduated and is now working as a professor at Hogwarts. This is not based on any facts presented in the actual story so there will be inconsistencies; if you don't like it, don't read it.

That being said, if you are mature enough to deal with the subject matter and don't expect this to continue the set storyline in the books/movies, please enjoy!

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Harry rushed through Hogwarts castle in search of Remus Lupin. The search was short lived, as Harry knew exactly where to look. He entered a dark room that smelled musky with a hint of overlaying sweetness. He found the scent oddly appealing and sighed as he walked in further, lightly stepping as he went.

"Lupin?" he whispered gently, knowing that last night's full moon must have taken a toll on the professor.

"Lupin? I need to speak with you," he tried again slightly louder.

A grumble was heard in the far corner of the room. This was going to be difficult. Harry padded closer to the noise and withdrew his wand. Pointing at the lamp he knew to be located on the opposite side of the room he whispered a spell and cast the wand with a delicate touch. A spark flew across the room and ignited the light, casting a soft orange glow.

With the light came a pain-filled moan from the corner. Harry repressed a smirk and squatted down to Lupin's level on the floor. He cocked his head to the side and waited for the professor to get his bearings.

"Oh, goodness… What is that bright light?" he whispered, voice husky and raw.

Harry shuddered slightly at the sound. He hadn't seen Lupin this bad off. His worry instantly doubled, though he was determined to keep that fact close to the vest.

"It's your bedside light," Harry replied softly, "be happy you were sleeping on the floor and not next to it when I turned it on."

Lupin seemed to sober up slightly at the voice and squinted at Harry's figure. He tried to put a face to the shapes before him. He instantly hated the backlighting the lamp was causing.

"Harry?" Lupin asked more than addressed.

"Yes," Harry answered as he stood up.

"Well-… Wh-What time is it?"

"2:40 in the afternoon."

Lupin's eyes grew wide and he rushed to get up.

"Why didn't you wake me sooner, I'm late for my class!" Lupin strained as he gripped the wall for support.

"Don't worry, I covered it for you," Harry quickly reassured.

He desperately wanted to rush forward and help the struggling man, but knew that his assistance wasn't welcome. He felt useless as he watched Lupin slouch against the wall.

"Thank you, Harry."

Harry's eyebrows rose slightly in response. That was not the reaction he was expecting, knowing how Lupin hated to miss his classes. He knew how important it was for Lupin not to give anyone a reason to have him canned… Not that it was likely to happen anyway, but the fear was still there and Harry respected that.

Lupin laughed slightly before coughing.

"I'm not that deep in denial that I would willingly go into class after last night," Lupin said in response to Harry's expression.

Harry responded with a cheeky grin.

"Could Professor Remus Lupin be showing a sign of humility?"

"Oh no, Professor Lupin isn't allowed to, for fear that Professor Potter's head would swell without being able to keep other professors on a pedestal."

Harry's grin grew as he walked across the room to a small sink and filled a cup with water.

"That must be very tedious work. Always having to talk yourself up in order to keep this Professor Potter in check. How can you rest, knowing you're the one man who faces this challenge?"

Lupin chuckled slightly as Harry handed him the glass.

"I remind myself that you have genuine reason do develop a big head," Lupin responded truthfully, adding a serious note to the conversation.

A blush ghosted onto Harry's cheeks and neck, and he shook his head. Lupin smiled and drank almost all of the water in one go.

"I take it you had reason to see me, other than being my alarm clock," Lupin stated after a pause.

Harry nodded, a serious expression crossing his face, "yes, I was wondering if you knew where Sirius might be."

Lupin shrugged and shook his head, "out. As he normally is. I'm sure he'll return soon though."

"I know, but it's very important that I speak with him."

"Is there anyway I can help in this matter?" Lupin asked, concerned tone to his voice, "I know I'm not Sirius and I may not be able to do for you what you need…"

Lupin paused for a split second, realizing how deep the implications of that sentence went and wondering if Harry had picked up on it.

"But I, uh, I'd like to help in any way I can," he finished.

"Thank you, Lupin," Harry said in a resigned voice as he sat down on the other's bed.

Lupin sighed as he went to sit beside him. Part of him was hoping that he was right about what Harry wanted to talk about, the other part wanted to be way off course, if only for the complexity of the would-be situation.

"Why don't you just tell me what's troubling you," he suggested, reverting back into an authoritative tone. Having been one of Harry's teachers and role models for so many years, this was easy to do.

"Ron and Hermione are coming to visit, and with things the way they are, I'm not sure it's a good idea."

Remus found himself way off base as far as what Harry was troubled about. He sighed, wondering if Harry will ever take a moment to stop and concentrate on himself.

"Harry, they'll be safe here, we've taken every safety precaution we can," Lupin assured, "and you must remember that they're wizards now themselves. They are quite capable of protecting themselves."

Harry's shoulders continued to slouch forward as he thought deeply.

"I know, believe me I do, but I'm still worried about them. They're my best friends and I've always gotten them into dangerous situations. I just don't want that to happen again."

"It won't, trust me."

"I want to."

Lupin nodded sympathetically.

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"Some things never change," Hermione stated with a shake of her head.

Ron looked up from his plate of food, "what?"

There was a slight pause before Harry and Hermione burst out laughing. Ron simply rolled his eyes and went back to his food.

"Don't worry Ron," Harry said, "I'm happy to see that you're enjoying the food."

"Oh yes Harry it's delicious," Hermione spoke before Ron could clear his mouth enough for speech, "I didn't know you could cook this well."

Harry smiled around his own bite and shrugged.

"This is much better than eating in the dining hall," was Ron's input between jaw-breaking mouthfuls.

"Indeed," Hermione commented, "how did you get us set up with this place? It's very comfortable."

"If by comfortable you mean small then yes it is," Harry replied jokingly, "Sirius wanted to do me a favor so I asked for this."

"That's sweet," Hermione commented.

The next few hours went by quickly. With the trio reminiscing about their days in Hogwarts. There was a lot of laughter, and a few tears peppered into the evening. Harry found himself spending most of the day smiling, even through the painful memories, knowing that Sirius had gone out of his way to make him comfortable and help protect his friends. The simple fact that Sirius was alive was enough to bring a happy tear to his eye. A strange overpowering emotion swept through Harry as he laid down for bed. It felt too much like being back in school.

The room was small, all three of them sleeping in there. Luckily, there were enough beds and curtains to give the hint of privacy. The sounds of Ron deeply sleeping caused a few flashbacks, while Hermione's presence brought a new element to the moment, causing Harry to rush back to the present. He smiled and buried his head in his pillow, faintly thinking about how it smelled like Sirius before he dosed off.

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Harry awoke abruptly to a series of crashing noises. His hand already gripping his wand, he silently cast a spell turning on the dim lights in the room. Ron and Hermione were standing beside their beds, wands poised for action. Harry quickly moved to join them as the door to the bedroom flew open and a bright light engulfed the room.

Harry blindly sent a spell to stun whomever was at the door. He realized a second too late that the spell was deflected back to him. He, Ron and Hermione flew backwards, hitting against the far wall.

Harry tried to counter only to realize that his wand was no longer in his grasp. A sliver of panic set in as the blinding light dimmed and a caped figure entered the room.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Ron shouted to the man.

Everyone fell silent as they took in his appearance. The man was covered; head to toe in soft black fabric, making the delicate mask concealing his identity stand out further. Terror flickered in Harry's eyes.

"It's them…" he whispered breathlessly.

At that, three more men, identical to the first entered. The first one motioned the others forward. They proceeded to cast paralysis spells on Hermione and Ron. One of the men held Harry down as he tried to keep the others away from his friends.

"Don't you dare touch them!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I'll kill you bastards!"

Ron and Hermione started to regain the ability to move just as they were taken out of the room. The other man kicked Harry, winding him, before leaving to follow the other two.

The first figure stared down at Harry. Harry imagined a menacing look on his face as he went to stand up.

"Don't hurt them," Harry threatened, weakly, "I've taken out wizards more powerful than you."

There was a deep chuckle behind the mask. After a pause he rushed forward, grabbing Harry by the neck with one hand while pinning his arms with the other. Harry writhed helplessly in the man's arms as he was thrown onto the bed and pinned. The man pulled out a vial from a pocket hidden within the folds of black fabric.

Harry struggled, but felt himself becoming increasingly weak and frustrated. The man opened the vial and pried open Harry's mouth. He gagged as the liquid was poured in and tried to spit it out but the man quickly covered his mouth and nose. Harry continued to gag, thinking he might throw up. Spots danced before his eyes and he could feel himself fading; subconsciously he swallowed the liquid.

The man removed his hand, satisfied with his work as Harry coughed and sputtered. He drew out his wand and placed it to Harry's stomach. He murmured something, too low for Harry to hear. A white light illuminated from Harry's stomach, starting at his belly, then moving lower to just above his privates.

The man made a sound of approval before getting off of Harry. He imagined the man was smiling sickly behind the mask. That thought and the retched taste in his mouth made him want to vomit.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, garnering no response, "What do you want?"

There was no motion from the man until Harry noticed black fabric was moving, slowly loosening around the man's waist. Harry's blood ran cold and he became stiff with terror. His mind was two steps ahead and he realized that he had to get away. He had no idea how or where to, but he had to go as far away as possible.

He leapt up from the bed and rushed towards the window. But the man was too fast and he was hopelessly ensnarled in his wicked grasp again. Harry tried to fight back but was again found on the bed, this time on his stomach. The new position had his left arm pinned under his body, his right arm held in a vice grip. Harry screamed. He didn't know what he was screaming or what it would achieve, but he screamed as loud as he could.

He screamed as he felt his pants being ripped down. He screamed as a hand pushed his face into the mattress. He choked on a muffled scream as he was penetrated. An agonized sound was ripped from his throat as he felt himself being torn into.

The grip on his head loosened and moved to his shoulder. The bed jerked in rhythmic time. It got louder and louder as the man's thrusts came stronger and more vicious. Harry tried to concentrate on the sound of the bed squeaking. He wanted it to drown out the intense pain in his lower body.

It wasn't working. The only thing he could listen to was the sound of skin painfully smacking skin. His face was soaked with sweat and tears. Every muscle in his body clenched down painfully, making his whole body burn and the pain in his back intensify.

Harry was mortified to find that he was moaning in pain. He tried to make himself stop, but his throat kept producing the sounds.

"P-Please stop," he groaned out, more to himself than his rapist.

The man pushed his face back into the mattress, making him mumble incoherently into the fabric of the bed. The bed was shaking harder, his right hand gripping the sheets as the pain deepened and intensified. The man was getting close; he felt the other's orgasm building up inside his body. The sensation made him feel nauseous.

Long moans were released into the bed, mingled with the words "help," and "no." The man pounded faster, a strangled cry came from Harry as his attacker shuddered. He could feel the rapist's seed enter his body; it made his muscles tense further and his body repel.

The cloaked man waited a moment before pulling out. Harry remained limp on the bed, his mind trying to process what had just happened. He was feeling disgusted with every sensation running through his body. He couldn't stop concentrating on the wet, sticky feeling in his anus. The overheated, tingling from being rubbed raw irritated him more than anything.

Harry started rubbing himself, trying to make the tingly feeling go away. He winced as his touch spiked the pain. He rubbed harder, finding the sensation oddly pleasing.

It wasn't until he felt a hand on his arm that he realized that he was fingering himself in front of his attacker. Harry let out a sob as what was left of his dignity disintegrated.

The man flipped him back over and held his wand to Harry's throat. He quietly whispered a curse and a spark shot Harry's throat. He coughed and tried to catch his breath as the man made his exit.

Harry's heart thundered within his chest and his eyes burned. He hadn't noticed when he had started crying, but he hadn't been able to stop since it started. He was subconsciously touching himself as a young boy does when uncomfortable. It was then that he noticed the man had pulled up his pants. He felt like pulling them back down to spite him.

Harry continued to silently cry and fondle himself, feeling more and more miserable as self-hatred continued to fill him with the passing of every second…

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The cloaked figures exited just as they'd entered: In a blinding light. Ron and Hermione stood in the middle of the main room in a daze. Hermione was still in shock, and Ron was in too much pain to process rational thought. Suddenly Hermione looked at Ron angrily.

"What were you thinking?" she nearly shouted, "you could have been killed!"

Ron looked at her dumbly, blood trickling down his chin.

"I'm sorry?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and released a long breath, "I didn't ask for you to protect me."

Ron nodded, seemingly in deep thought, "gut reaction I guess. Are you O.K.?"

Hermione sighed and nodded, "I didn't get the worst of it."

At that Ron glanced at the door to the bedroom. His eyes grew wide as he thought of what lay behind the door.

A look of worry came over Hermione's face as she caught onto his train of thought.

"Harry…"

They rushed forward in unison and quickly pushed open the door. Their eyes went directly to Harry's bed before quickly scanning the room.

"Did they take him?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"I didn't see him with them when they left," Ron answered, wiping the blood from his nose with his sleeve.

They walked around the room carefully inspecting it for any sign of where Harry had gone. Not finding anything they quickly ran out of the room.

"We have to contact Dumbledore as soon as possible," Hermione spoke quickly, trying to organize her thoughts, "is there anyone close by who can help?"

Ron took several moments to respond, "I think Professor Lupin said he'd be in the area today."

Hermione nodded as they paced about the main room.

"We'll let him know what's happened and tell him to gather up a search party," she spoke quickly as she gathered the necessary ingredients to contact everyone, "then we'll contact Dumbledore and see if he knows anything that might help, most importantly where they may have gone."

"But they've been at it for three months now and no one knows who they are and where they're from; how can we find out in the next three minutes, or hours or even days?"

Hermione's hand jerked as if to slap him before catching a vial. She glared at Ron while picking up a few papers and setting to work.

"Ron we can't think negatively right now. We have to give it our best and if that's not good enough we'll just have to think of something better."

Ron nodded and kneeled to help Hermione with the spell.

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Sirius Black burst through the doors to the small cottage like a fireball. The occupants jumped in response and froze, not sure how to react to the obviously furious wizard.

"Where's Harry?" he bellowed at the two just as Lupin made his appearance.

Lupin was almost surprised to see Sirius standing in the middle of the room, being as he'd been contacted second, and was almost triple the distance from the cottage. Then again this was Sirius, and Harry was in danger.

Lupin would have rolled his eyes at the man searching under the couch cushions for any sign of the missing wizard had he not been so worked up with anger and fear himself that he almost joined him in his pointless search behind, inside and under random objects. He reminded himself to stay calm and approached Ron and Hermione.

"Do you have any idea where they've gone?" he asked in the calmest tone he could muster.

Ron and Hermione shook their heads in unison.

"We don't even know if they took him," Ron added slowly, "neither of us saw him when they left."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "obviously they had to have taken him. Where else would he be?"

Sirius looked up from under a table. His eyes moved from the trio to the bedroom.

"Is that where it happened?" he asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

Hermione nodded, "one of them kept him in there while we were held out here."

Sirius quickly rose and went into the room. Lupin sighed and went to follow him, Hermione and Ron at his heels. Before they could enter the room Sirius, rudely, slammed the door in their faces.

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Sirius' face contorted as his keen sense of smell picked up on all the odors in the room, the overriding scent being the musky smell of sex. Rage surged stronger within him as he walked over to the bed where the act took place.

"Bastards."

A muscle in his head twitched, trying to move what would normally be his dog-ears towards the sound in a corner of the room. He quickly looked to see what it was, only to find nothing there.

Relief washed over him as he realized what the noise was. Stepping as lightly as he could he approached the corner and kneeled down.

"Harry," he whispered as he reached forward, his hand coming into contact with fabric.

His mouth twitched into a smile as he pulled on the fabric, revealing the disheveled looking man underneath. Sirius' heart broke at the sight and before he knew it tears were filling his eyes.

"Harry," he whispered even more softly than the first time.

Harry's mouth quivered as he glanced up from the ground to Sirius' eyes. He wanted to look away but found he couldn't despite the shame he felt.

Sirius subconsciously reached up towards Harry's face. Harry broke eye contact and turned away, trying to avoid the touch. His hand lingered before moving down to Harry's throat where it finally made contact. His thumb caressed the bruised skin. Harry shuddered and pressed his body against the wall, wishing he could sink through it.

Sirius' nostrils flared as he concentrated on the bruises and thought about the other injuries Harry sustained, not to mention the emotional damage inflicted.

"I'll kill them," he whispered venomously, again looking into Harry's eyes with such force that Harry couldn't help but stare back, "with my bare hands. I'll kill them all; and their death will not allow them to escape my rage. I curse them to a thousand lives of misery and despair, and when they find the slightest glimmer of hope I'll kill them again, and curse them a thousand more lifetimes."

Sirius was shaking with anger, yet his touch on the other's neck remained warm and gentle. Harry nodded numbly in response to Sirius' vow of vengeance and looked away. He couldn't handle the intensity of Sirius' gaze, not while feeling so many conflicting emotions. Sirius practically had to pry his hand away from Harry, but knew that his touch wasn't comforting at the moment. He scooted to Harry's side and leaned back against the wall. They sat in silence, barely moving. Harry gazed into space, occasionally glancing at the bed. Sirius gazed at Harry. He was staring so intently that he barely heard the door open, or the relieved sigh from his friend before the door quietly closed again.

Several hours passed before the sun started to rise. The only reason Sirius noticed was because he noted how beautifully the golden light illuminated Harry's face. He took note of the blood shot eyes, the tearstains smeared over his face, the bruises on his neck and temple. Unexpectedly, rage didn't consume him as it had hours before. All he felt was a great sadness and longing…

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A/N 2: Still with me? Good. ;) This is just the beginning to what I hope is an interesting story with twists and turns as we watch Harry try to deal with what's thrown at him. We'll see how he copes in the next installment...