Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... and completely alone. They arrived in an ornately decorated dining room and Bellatrix shoved Ginny into a chair and bound her tightly. It was one of the plush dining table chairs and bizarrely, Ginny realized that it was the most comfortable and luxurious seat she'd ever sat in. Her hands were tied tightly behind the seat back and rope tied her calves from her ankles to her knees to each front leg of her chair. Carrow threw her bag into the corner of the room carelessly. "Deal with her," Bellatrix ordered, using the back of her hand to wipe away the blood from her lip. She glared at Ginny. "But don't kill her." Ginny thought she could hear the echo of the word "yet" ring in the air but she didn't have time to think much about it. A searing pain ripped through her and she screamed. Carrow and the other Death Eater she did not recognize circled her, taking turns cursing her. They seemed to really enjoy her pain. Another jolt. Then another. She involuntarily struggled against her restraints and very quickly did red welts appear from rope burn. But the stinging of her open flesh was a mere pin prick in comparison to the Cruciatus. The large Death Eater with dark hair in tight coils leaned down and grabbed her face. She felt his dirty fingernails dig into her cheeks. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" Carrow laughed menacingly behind him and said, "Not for long." They proceeded to curse her more, simply for the fun of it and although she'd never experienced such blinding ...

... pain in all of her life, she dreaded Bellatrix's return for it would be ten times worse. Not only was she easily more powerful than these men, she wanted revenge as well. Through the pain, she mentally prepared herself for the questioning that she knew would come next. She cleared her head, moved every important piece of information to the recesses of her mind and locked them tightly away. No thoughts of Harry or the Order or the future would arise, so that when she was questioned, she would be useless. When Bellatrix returned she had a long, sharp kitchen knife in one hand, and her wand in the other. She was followed by Crabbe, Avery and Alecto Carrow. Ginny was already bleeding from her wrists and one look at that knife told her she'd have many more bleeding wounds before the night was through. "Where did you hear the prophecy?" "I didn't," Ginny said honestly, but was cursed regardless. "From who did you hear the prophecy?" Ginny shook her head. Bellatrix cursed her. "You will tell me what you know!" "Your hair resembles your husband's pubes," Ginny said and then screamed with pain as Bellatrix cursed her again. Ginny smiled after, hearing the other Death Eaters behind her laughing. "Don't laugh you baboons!" And she cursed Ginny again. "Tell me the prophecy is a farce!" Ginny's features darkened. "I can't." Bellatrix leaned down and brought her nose to Ginny's. "Then you'll tell me who it refers to." "I can't. And even if I could, I wouldn't." "Oh but you can and you will. ...