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Voldemort had never forgotten the night when Dumbledore destroyed his happiness and taken his family away. On 31st March 1981, their son Hadrian cried out — wanting to be fed. Severus stood up immediately, placed a soft peck to his husband’s forehead and hurried to the nursery. They had only recently moved Hadrian to the nursery. A few weeks ago, he had slept in a bassinet in the Master Bedroom beside his parents’ bed. However, Marvolo had insisted that it was time to move Hadrian to the nursery, which was only two doors away from their own room. Monitoring spells along with their house elves would ensure that nothing could happen to their precious child. Severus had grudgingly accepted this knowing that Marvolo would exploit his weakness to get his agreement.
Both had agreed that Hadrian’s needs would come first, and that Severus would be free to take care of their little miracle as long as Hadrian required the closeness to his bearer. It was important for the development and the creation of a strong bond between bearer and child. Even more so if the child in question was also a bearer. Hadrian’s status had been the reason they decided on giving birth in their well-warded home instead of risking a delivery at St. Mungo’s. You could never be too careful with Dumbledore’s spies, who had been placed everywhere throughout the British Isles. Their son would always come first.
Sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, the bearer opened his nightshirt and helped his precious little boy latch onto his nipple. Severus always enjoyed these rare moments of peace, when it was just him and his little prince. In these moments, nothing else mattered. Not the war, and certainly not the memories of past injustices by Dumbledore and his vexing Order of the Phoenix.
“Such a precious boy, my little prince”, cooed Severus as he burped his baby, before changing his nappy and dressing him in a fresh onesie. Severus handed Hadrian his favourite plushie – a stuffed snake in green and silver, and gently tickled his happy infant. Nothing could make Hadrian happier than the tickle game. And he was extremely ticklish on his tummy and his tiny feet.
Suddenly, a strong Bombarda hit the wall, and while Severus automatically shielded his son from the debris, he had no chance of preventing the spells that flew through the room from knocking him out cold. The ward alarms shrilled loudly to alert his husband.
“Quiet…there is no reason to alert the enemy, my dear boys. But it seems that Fortune smiles on us already. Separate them but do not harm them”, Dumbledore ordered, “We cannot stay here too long!”
He grabbed the immobilised and unconscious Potions Master, while one of his minions took the baby after sedating the little brat. They vanished via portkey only seconds before Nagini and Tom reached the nursery and found a message from Dumbledore:
Dear Tom,
I will win this war – and ensure that you will never see your family again. In fact, they won’t even remember living a different life! Don’t worry, I assure you that they will be treated exactly as they deserve.
Let me warn you, anytime you or your misguided followers go on a raid or attack one of my people, I’ll punish your husband for it!
Be a good boy, Tom, Or else…
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore…
Bearer and child were taken directly to Potter Manor, which James had gifted to his beloved mentor and godfather, Albus Dumbledore. To mislead enemies, it was still known as Potter Manor, but all the Potter ancestral portraits had been stored in the family vault. Dumbledore didn’t need anyone ruining his plans. The only portraits decorating the halls and spying for him were those who had been totally under his control. The manor was big enough for their Order meetings and for training new recruits. It was also big enough to tame and break their prisoners whenever that was necessary.
While the blood-adoption potion was being brewed by Molly Weasley under the watchful eyes of Horace Slughorn, the rest of the participants of the raid prepared the ritual room…with the exception of their leader, who stayed with the sedated Potions Master. Slughorn may be a Slytherin, but even he wouldn’t dare refuse an order from the headmaster. Not if he wanted to escape an interrogation by Moody and possibly being sentenced to Azkaban for his past dealings with a young Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. Slughorn had already been threatened with being questioned about his Slug Club activities and the weekly unchaperoned meetings with some of the boys. All this ensured that the Slytherin head of house wouldn’t even consider disobedience.
Chuckling, Albus began to strip the young bearer while indecently caressing the pale body. He could not wait to turn the young Potions Master into his perfect slave and pet. When all was said and done, never again would he be able to remember his partner or their son.
“I am going to brand you — my dear boy, with my personal crest and a sigil representing my Order of the Phoenix. Afterwards, I will place a special collar around your neck. It will be invisible – unless I order otherwise, and it will ensure your absolute obedience to your true master. This is your own fault for daring to refuse my kind offer to you after the Shrieking Shack incident. You should have agreed to accept me as your guardian and to become my pet. Alas, it was not to be. You have been much too stubborn. To top it off, you dared to commit one of your worst crimes by choosing Tom over me and giving birth to his child”, Dumbledore admonished his unconscious prisoner.
Dumbledore drooled at the tempting sight before him. Hmm, why stop myself from doing what I want? Within seconds, he had warded the door to prevent anyone from entering, stripped himself of his clothes and summoned his favourite lube — which smelled like lemon drops, from his satchel. Chaining Severus’ hands to the headboard and spreading his legs wide, Dumbledore used another spell which ensured that his victim would be unable to close his legs or wake up before he had taken him a few times.
“Oh, my dear boy, Daddy can’t wait to take what should only be his. Depending on your behaviour, I may be quite tempted to modify your mind so that you never remember anyone having sex with you…no matter how many times you end up giving birth to one of my future soldiers. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if your brat inherited your stubbornness, but no matter. Should he try to disobey me – well, there is nothing to prevent me from drugging you both…or even casting Imperio on your brat and ordering him to have sex with you, my dear child”, Dumbledore chuckled while preparing the sedated Potions Master.
“He will not be the only one who will be bedding you in the coming years. Luckily for me, I have very elaborate lists and plans for who will be a true asset for the Order. My potions will ensure that any children you have will inherit only the best abilities of their parents, while being absolutely devoted to my cause. And should I be fortunate, the brat you already have will kill your husband during one of their forced encounters. I will have the brat sign a contract making me his sole beneficiary. Maybe I’ll even let him sire a child before he is executed via the Veil of Death. But…this will not be your fate. Oh, no. I will ensure that you are unable to age or die, my dear boy. It will be glorious to rule over those mindless sheeple for the next few centuries while everyone else is doomed to die”, the insane headmaster gloated. “And then I can finally rid myself of this vexing glamour!”
Coating his fingers in his homemade lube, Dumbledore took his time exploring the tight hole of his sedated prisoner. This would be just the first of many times that he would take the opportunity to enjoy himself. “So responsive…I will enjoy hearing you beg – either for me to stop, or for more depending on how far I’ve trained you in the next few months. It’s a pity that I have to stop now, but there is other work that needs to be done. It is important that I ensure that your brat will not be able to remember either of you. He must be blood-adopted by James and Lily – my human sacrifices. In any case, nothing will stop me from enjoying your body, my dear boy. I think I’ll keep you here until your husband’s death – and then transfer you to Hogwarts as the new Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House”, the headmaster grinned maliciously while listing his plans.
“Not even these plans, however, will stop me from branding you as my property. It’ll guarantee that you will not be able to escape me. Even better – combined with my collar, I will be certain of your devotion. You will have your own chambers near the Slytherins, but those will be connected to my personal quarters via a secret passage, where you will be sleeping whenever I am in the mood”, said Dumbledore as he cleansed his hands of the lube and took up the branding iron in his right hand.
The headmaster branded his prisoner with a rising phoenix and his initials, laughing as Severus moaned in pain. Next, the insane geriatric wizard pulled out the Elder Wand, lubed it and brutally thrust it into the slick hole of the unconscious man, while humming an ancient enslavement chant. Dumbledore chuckled as the runes appeared on the naked alabaster flesh of the young bearer.
“So beautiful and all mine, my dear boy. Don’t worry, Daddy will return to his little prince and reward you with his cock. I can’t wait to fill you with my seed. Maybe I will even be able to impregnate you during your first night. Oh, how enjoyable that would be…especially being able to rub it into Tom’s face the next time we meet on the battlefield”, Dumbledore gloated as he affixed a special chastity belt on the sleeping prisoner.
Elsewhere in the manor, Lily was rocking the crying infant while secretly admiring the beautiful child Severus and his partner had been able to produce. She could not believe that this child’s sire was You-Know-Who. But Albus was convinced, and the headmaster was always right. It was such a shame that these drastic measures had to be taken, but she would do her best to raise the child to follow the Light and Albus’ ideology. She and James would blood-adopt the young boy for the Greater Good. Well, she was unable to bear children, and James needed an heir. Besides, according to Albus, this was the only way to remove her former childhood friend from the toxic influence of the Dark side.
Under normal circumstances, Lily would not have agreed to modify anyone’s memories, but it was all for the Greater Good, and she knew that the headmaster would never do such a thing if there was another option available. She had been quite surprised to learn about Severus’ status as a bearer – it was no wonder that those slimy Slytherins had been so interested in him and led him astray. Luckily for Severus, Albus would help him to find his way back to the Light — after making him forget the past. Sirius and Alice had been chosen as the boy’s godparents, and Sirius had even agreed to blood-adopt the little one as well. Hadrian – no, this was not a suitable name for a scion of the Light. She would call him Harry James Potter, after her father Henry.
James was enjoying a bottle of firewhisky with his fellow Marauders. Who would have thought that Sniv – Severus would be a bearer. But without his glamour, he was quite handsome. Even Sirius had to admit that he would not be against a threesome between James, Severus and himself. They would ensure that the Slytherin learned his place. He was sure that Albus wouldn’t stop them…maybe they would be able to do it as part of the celebration. After they got rid of those Death Eaters.
It was a shame that they hadn’t known Severus’ status during their school days. The Shrieking Shack would have seen a lot of activity of a different sort. Having Moony take part in the fun would have ensured that he never even considered snitching on them. This had worked quite well for their other illegal full moon romps. But Moony had made himself quite scarce. Maybe Sirius could use his grim to spy on their werewolf friend…just to make sure that he did not betray them to the Dark.
At the stroke of midnight, it was time for the ritual – and the destruction of Severus’ family, to begin. James grinned as he considered letting his heir be babysat by his own biological parent, while both were unable to remember each other or their connection. He had something Dumbledore wanted, after all – his invisibility cloak. Maybe a deal could be made…James would be allowed to have his fun with their prisoner as often as he wanted in exchange for James’ family heirloom. He had no need for it at the moment. The Fidelius charm would protect them well enough, and if any additional security was necessary, they could prepare portkeys without informing the other Order members about it.
Throughout the process, Harry never stopped crying. He knew that he was not with his bearer — and he only wanted to be held by his bearer and no one else…except his Daddy. Lilly suggested that they milk Severus and mix the potions for the blood-adoption into the milk. It would ensure that the brat would drink it without making a fuss…and afterwards, any memory of his bearer would be taken from his infant mind.
Dumbledore praised Lily for her clever idea, and even allowed her to be the one to milk Severus while James had to rock the wailing infant. Young Harry definitely had strong lungs, but the brat would soon be looking up to him and no one else.
“Hush, brat. You will get your yummy milk soon, son. And if you behave, then you can even spend some time with Sevvy”, the Gryffindor soothed the baby.
Lily came back with a full baby bottle. The potion had already been added. Starting tomorrow, feeding the infant would be part of her duties…which she had to take special potions for. As a reward, Albus had generously allowed Lily to drink her fill too, for her good behaviour. It had tasted so sweet and delicious that she had already considered doing it each month as a special treat – if she could get Dumbledore’s permission.
How fun would it be to spend time with her childhood friend while exploiting him at the same time. Maybe she could even take a temporary sex-change potion and impregnate Severus herself. It would all be for the Greater Good, and that should help to convince the headmaster to allow it.
Harry cried as the potion changed him and made him look like his abductors. The infant instinctively knew that something bad was happening to him and to his bearer, but of course he was not able to stop it. He was not even allowed to keep his Snake plushie. He soon found himself in a crib at the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow with four plushies that resembled the Marauders.
The rest of the Order members left soon afterwards, only Albus stayed behind as he was keen on having some fun with his prisoner while setting down the ground rules.
When Severus woke up, he was still naked and chained to the headboard. His legs were spread wide, and he was unable to close them as a whistling Dumbledore entered the room. The young Potions Master knew that this did not bode well for him.
“Good morning, my dear boy. Why don’t you give your Daddy a kiss, Severus?”, the headmaster mockingly asked.
“Headmaster…why am I here?”, Severus asked fearfully. “Where is my child? Where is my husband?”
“Child? Husband? Oh, my dear confused child…this will soon all be a bad dream. You will learn to obey your Daddy or face the consequences”, Dumbledore chuckled as he pulled out several potions that smelled quite strongly of his favourite lemon drops.
“Now, let’s check to see if you are ready for the ceremony that will bind you to me forever. After all that is your destiny, my sweet child. Soon you will give up this useless battle and do exactly what you were born to do…bear many children for my army and play a key part in destroying your husband”, Dumbledore gloated as he began to caress the young prisoner indecently.
“These items that I have placed on your body, are my own creations. They will ensure that you are unable to refuse any of my orders. I will imprison you within your own mind, my dear boy, until you learn to accept that I am your master. You and your son will pay dearly for all disobedience. It also allows other men – or creatures, to fuck you and even impregnate you without any trouble. And that’s not all…it also allows for a shorter pregnancy and a much quicker recovery phase. I cannot wait to finally feel you clenching around my thick cock while being filled to the brim with my cum, Severus”, the insane headmaster told him.
“No, please don’t do this, Headmaster”, Severus begged, trying – unsuccessfully, to make the older wizard see reason.
“Hush, my dear child. It is time to take your potions like a good child. Or should I hand you over to Sirius and James for a few hours of fun?”, Dumbledore asked threateningly. “They are both interested in teaching you exactly where and to whom you belong. Perhaps we could even get Remus to participate as well. Just imagine – three cocks at once, filling you to the brim with their cum. You will be unable to spit it out…and in just a few months, you would likely be giving birth to their hell spawns. Choose wisely, my young friend”, Dumbledore chuckled.
“You cannot be serious, Headmaster”, Severus exclaimed in shock.
“Oh, I am deadly serious. And you should be grateful that I am even giving you a choice. Perhaps you would prefer that I find a way to age your brat, Imperio him and force him to violate his bearer? As I said before, the choice is yours, my sweet child. Submit to me or I will permanently break you and your offspring”, growled the ancient warlock.
“Promise me, that if I submit to you, my son will never be used like that, sir. Do what you want to me but not to my child, headmaster. You have won”, Severus replied.
“You see…I knew that — sooner or later, you would agree. Now tell me who you belong to, my dear boy”, the headmaster grinned as he fondled his prisoner…having removed the chastity belt a few moments ago.
“I am yours, sir”, Severus replied depressingly, “To be used in whatever way you desire.”
“I knew that you would see reason, my dear boy”, the old coot gloated as he removed an iron collar with yellow and red jewels from his robes and placed it around Severus’ neck. “Beautiful! This will help me to keep you obedient, while also informing me of your whereabouts and your health. I should also mention that – if I wish it to be so, it will also allow me to cut off your magic. You will be unable to cross the wards surrounding this estate without my permission…and the same rules will apply to the Hogwarts wards”, Dumbledore informed him while petting his silky black locks.
Severus was in shock. He looked up into the cold blue eyes of the headmaster thinking that this had to be a nightmare. Sadly, it was not. This was all very real.
“Indeed, Hogwarts”, Dumbledore said after reading the shock in Severus’ eyes. “In a few months, you will accompany me to Hogwarts where you will be taking over as Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House. Horace Slughorn has wanted to retire for years, and I will feel much better having my dear pet on an extremely short leash. Be good for me, my child, and I will not need to harm any of your little snakes. Good behaviour will be rewarded”, the headmaster snickered.
“Please Headmaster…I am not a good choice for a teacher. Please do not make me do this”, Severus begged. “What about my husband, won’t he be looking for us, Sir?”, Severus asked.
“You do not need to worry your pretty little head about your husband. I left our dear Tom a letter. It will not matter in any case as you will never see him again. You are mine, and this will never change…no matter how hard you pray. Perhaps we should go over your schedule now. Sometimes it is best to know your boundaries, wouldn’t you agree, Severus?” Dumbledore said soothingly.
Severus nodded timidly, thinking that things could not get any worse. Sadly, he was once again mistaken. The chained bearer paled as he heard exactly what the old coot planned for him to do, and the rules he would have to obey. Refusing a clear order would result in his collar tightening to the point that it would almost be impossible to breathe. He would then receive three Cruciatus curses and twenty-five strokes from a whip to his naked back. This was not even the only punishment he had to fear. Talking back would result in twenty strokes of the cane on his arse, followed by being made to ingest a potion that would force him into a pseudo heat. He would then be used as a sex toy by one of Dumbledore’s followers — who the lucky one was would be chosen by Dumbledore.
“You should be happy that I am not planning on sewing your mouth shut. However, I can always use this punishment on your brat. I am literally holding your lives in my hands. Never forget that”, Severus’ gaoler reminded him.
Summoning a golden athame, he cut Severus’ hair as short as possible. Using this knife would prevent his hair from growing again and be a daily reminder that he was Dumbledore’s personal breeding slave. Only slaves and children had short hair.
“Don’t worry, my child. If you are a good boy and follow all my rules, I will give you a potion to lengthen your hair again…and maybe even braid it for you. But you will need to earn that privilege first”, the lunatic said as he giggled. “However, you will first need to repent for being such a bad boy. Instead of accepting my offer all those years ago, you dared to deny me. Therefore, I will be giving you one of my own creations that will force you into an extremely strong heat and I will not allow you to find any release. Rest assured that you will be fed and watered. My special chastity belt will also see that your bodily needs are met. But punishment is necessary to learn. You are mine, Severus!”
Dumbledore brutally injected the potion into his prisoner after informing him that he would be whipped daily during his heat until he submitted to his Master. Dumbledore moaned in delight as he enjoyed the screams from his prisoner, and teased him with his hard cock, while licking up the fresh blood.
“I will return tomorrow my dear boy. I cannot wait to see you break, and I will enjoy claiming you after your heat is over Severus. Be a good boy for your Daddy, or I’ll be taking you dry before I let the Marauders use you too. Until tomorrow, my dear boy”, his tormentor promised again before leaving him in dark.
Dumbledore reminded himself to send many of the memories of their encounters to Tom’s known Death Eaters, with instructions to take them to their master. With a few more provocations, Tom would be primed and ready to seal his own fate. He would allow Tom to watch his prisoner suffer while Dumbledore destroyed his family forever. Soon, Severus would flinch whenever Albus brought in some lemon drops. It would be Dumbledore’s signal that he was expecting sexual services from his slave. He would also force the shy bearer to eat one at least once a week or be handed over to Moody for another beating. It was all for the Greater Good, and Albus would enjoy breaking and taming his precious breeding slave, while also mocking him with the fate of his stolen child. Those British sheeple were such idiots. Soon he would reign with an iron fist in both worlds, with his prisoner ready to fulfil any and all of his sick wishes!