Harry Potter: Finding him 1

The halls of Hogwarts had fallen. Green flames flickered in the braziers where once warm fires had burned. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and fear. Voldemort sat upon the Headmaster’s throne in the Great Hall, his long pale fingers drumming against the armrest carved with serpents. His red eyes glowed with cold impatience.

Harry Potter had slipped through his grasp again.

“Harry was nowhere to be found,” Voldemort hissed, his voice like dry leaves scraping across stone. He pointed his wand lazily at one of the masked Death Eaters kneeling before him.

“Go find him. Search every corner of this wretched castle. And bring that girl to me — the one you said kissed Harry. Cho Chang.”

The Death Eater bowed low. “Yes, my Lord.”

Hours passed. The castle was turned upside down. Students were dragged from dormitories, classrooms ransacked, and portraits threatened. But no sign of Harry.

Finally, the heavy doors of the chamber opened. Two Death Eaters dragged a struggling girl between them. Cho Chang’s Ravenclaw robes were disheveled, her long black hair messy, her face pale with terror.

They forced her forward and shoved her roughly to her knees in front of Voldemort’s throne. She looked up, breathing fast, eyes wide with fear.

Voldemort rose slowly from his seat. His tall, skeletal figure seemed to float as he descended the steps toward her. The temperature in the room dropped.

“My my…” he murmured, his lipless mouth twisting into a cruel smile. “See who is here. Now my dear, tell me…”

He circled behind her. Cho trembled, feeling his presence like ice against her back.

“Where is he?” Voldemort whispered, his voice soft but deadly.

Cho shook her head, tears already forming in her eyes.

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered. “Please… I haven’t seen him since… since the battle started.”

Voldemort’s wand pressed against the side of her head.

“Legilimency is such a useful tool,” he said calmly. “But I prefer to start with pain. It makes the memories clearer.”

He leaned closer, his breath cold against her ear.

“Tell me everything you know about Harry Potter, Cho Chang. Every secret. Every hiding place. Every person who helped him. Or I will make sure your suffering lasts until the sun rises.”

Voldemort’s red eyes bored into Cho’s tear-streaked face as she knelt before him. The chamber was deathly silent except for her quiet sobs. He pressed the tip of his wand harder against her temple, forcing memories to surface. Flashes of Harry’s face, stolen kisses in hidden corridors, whispered conversations about the Order — all of it spilled out under the brutal pressure of Legilimency.

“Pathetic,” Voldemort hissed. “You know so little. But you will still be useful.”

A Death Eater suddenly burst into the chamber, breathing heavily. “My Lord! We still cannot find any trace of Potter in the towers—”

Voldemort didn’t even turn. “Avada Kedavra.”

A flash of green light lit the room. The Death Eater crumpled lifeless to the stone floor. Cho gasped in horror, shrinking back.

Voldemort turned his full attention back to her. He grabbed her chin with cold, bony fingers and forced her to look at him.

“Enough games. Harry is gone for now… but you remain. A pretty little Ravenclaw. Since you only kissed the boy and remained untouched, you are perfect.” His lipless mouth curved into a sinister smile. “You will be the first to carry my child. My lineage will live on through your womb.”

Cho shook her head frantically. “No… please, no…”

He ignored her pleas. With a casual wave of his wand, he lifted her from the floor and carried her through a side door into a private chamber containing a large four-poster bed draped in dark silk. The door slammed shut behind them.

Voldemort threw her onto the bed. Before she could scramble away, he was on top of her, his long robes parting. He ripped open her white blouse, exposing her breasts, then pushed her skirt up around her waist. Cho cried out as he forced her legs apart. His cold, skeletal body pressed down on her warm flesh. He entered her roughly in one thrust, making her scream in pain.

“Ahh—!” Cho’s back arched, tears flowing freely as he began moving inside her with brutal, deliberate strokes. His red eyes never left her face, drinking in every expression of agony and humiliation.

“Feel it,” he growled, thrusting deeper. “This is your new purpose. Your body exists to breed for me now.”

He gripped her hips hard, pounding into her with increasing force. Cho’s breasts bounced with every violent thrust. She sobbed and whimpered, her hands weakly pushing against his chest, but he was far too strong. The bed creaked loudly beneath them as he took her again and again, his cold breath against her neck.

“You’re so tight… so fertile,” he hissed between thrusts. “You will swell with my heir soon.”

Cho’s cries grew hoarse as the assault continued. He leaned down and bit her neck hard enough to leave marks while driving himself even deeper. After a long time, his body tensed. With a guttural sound, he released inside her, flooding her womb with his seed. Cho shuddered violently beneath him, feeling the warm rush deep inside.

Voldemort stayed buried inside her for several moments, savoring her broken expression, before finally pulling out. He looked down at her tear-stained face with satisfaction.

“Well done, my dear.”

Cho lay limp and trembling on the bed. Voldemort raised his wand and whispered, “Somnus.” Her eyes fluttered shut as the sleeping spell took hold.

He straightened his robes and left the chamber, stepping back into the dimly lit corridor. Bellatrix Lestrange was waiting there, her wild hair framing her eager face.

“My Lord,” she purred, glancing toward the closed door. “How did you make the Chang girl so… cooperative? She was fighting like a wildcat when they brought her in.”

Voldemort’s lipless mouth twisted into a cold smile.

“Love potion, my dear Bellatrix. Simple… yet extremely effective.”

Bellatrix threw her head back and laughed delightedly.

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