Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... Dumbledore could potentially put Lily in danger if she wanted to come rescue Ginny. Snape probably didn't have any intention of telling Dumbledore in the first place. Not long after Snape had brought her food was she dragged up to the living room for torture again. She could see her own blood stains on the carpet from days prior. Bellatrix had a heavy hand with her beloved knife that evening. Ginny felt like she was fighting two battles at once. She was fighting the physical pain that the torture caused and the mind penetration that at least one Death Eater in the room was attempting, switching often to try and catch her off guard. Fortunately, none of them but Bellatrix was at all a worthwhile Legilimens. The excessive amounts of Veritaserum fatigued her the most but towards the end of the evening she realized its affects had worn off even though she'd been fed a vial every hour. She'd either grown accustomed to the potion in her system, or else Snape was brewing a faulty potion. "What is your name?" Bellatrix asked. Frustrated with her silence, she probably figured asking such a simple question would catch Ginny off guard. "She looks like a Weasley," one commented, pulling on her hair. "The Weasley's haven't had a female heir in centuries, it's impossible," another replied. "You could hardly call her an heir. She'd only inherit a shack and excellent fertility," Bellatrix cackled and they all laughed with her. Ginny kept her face straight and remained silent. "If she won't ...

... talk we should just kill her." "Killing her would be fruitless. At some point she'll be so weak Legilimency will be just a simple trick to get everything from her head." "We could have the Dark Lord do it. He's a brilliant Legilimens." Ginny prayed to Merlin that this plan would be objected to and thankfully, Bellatrix obliged. "No!" Bellatrix demanded. "I will get the information from her, I don't care long it takes. Crucio!" Ginny never thought she'd be so thankful for the Black family pride in her life. They stripped Ginny of everything she had save her clothes. But after a few weeks her clothes were now so ripped and destroyed that she was nearly as naked as a house elf, and treated quite less than one. She hadn't seen daylight for months and she was always exhausted from the constant effort she put to using Occlumency. She was so tired. She pressed her bruises and cuts to the concrete floor of the dungeon because it was cool and gave her some small relief. She did not know how much longer she could take it. Bellatrix had vowed she would do whatever it took, no matter how long it took to get her to speak. And though her resolve was steadfast, Ginny was so weak that she would soon lose her ability to use Occlumency effectively. The next time Snape came to give her food, she would ask him to kill her. At this moment, Ginny was alone. She lay half unconscious, bloody, and splayed out on the cold concrete floor of the room that had been her solace for so long. She opened her ...