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Luna hung limply from the magical vines, her body trembling and broken, cum and blood dripping down her thighs. Voldemort stepped back and with a casual wave of his wand, the vines released her. She collapsed hard onto the forest floor, gasping in pain.

As she lay there, half-conscious, her eyes caught a glint — her wand, lying just a few feet away among the leaves. Desperation gave her strength. She lunged for it, fingers closing around the wood.

“Crucio!” she screamed, pointing it at him with all the fury she could muster.

The red curse struck Voldemort square in the chest. For a split second his body convulsed — but then he dissolved into a swirling cloud of black smoke. The smoke shot forward and reformed instantly right in front of Luna’s face, his red eyes blazing with pure fury.

Before she could react, his bony hand cracked across her face in a vicious slap. The force sent her flying backward, crashing into a pile of damp leaves and twigs. Pain exploded across her cheek and jaw.

Voldemort loomed over her, his voice dripping with contempt.

“Let me teach you how to use it properly, you pathetic little blood traitor.”

He raised his wand. “Crucio.”

This time the curse was far stronger. Luna’s entire body seized violently as unbearable agony ripped through every nerve. She screamed until her voice broke, writhing uncontrollably on the forest floor, limbs jerking as if being electrocuted. The pain seemed endless, tearing screams from her raw throat.

When he finally lifted the curse, Luna lay twitching and sobbing, barely able to breathe.

Voldemort grabbed her by the hair and flipped her onto her stomach. He shoved her face down into the pile of leaves and forced her hips up. Without any mercy, he thrust back into her already sore and bleeding pussy from behind, pounding her brutally into the dirt.

“You dare use my own curse against me?” he snarled, slamming into her with savage force. Each thrust drove her deeper into the leaves, her breasts scraping against the rough ground. He fucked her harder than before, gripping her hips with bruising strength, his cold cock stretching and punishing her relentlessly.

Luna could only sob and whimper brokenly into the dirt as he took her again, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. He reached around and cruelly twisted her nipples while continuing to rape her without pause, making her scream into the leaves.

After a long, merciless assault, Voldemort buried himself deep and came inside her once more, flooding her abused womb with another load of his seed. He held her there for a moment, grinding slowly, before finally pulling out.

He stood up, straightening his robes. In the distance, the sound of hooves and angry voices echoed — centaurs were approaching, drawn by the screams and magic.

Voldemort glanced toward the sound with mild annoyance. “Troublesome beasts. I have no time for them tonight.”

He looked down at Luna’s broken, cum-leaking body lying motionless among the leaves.

“Stay here and rot for all I care.”

With that, he dissolved into black smoke and vanished into the night, leaving Luna alone, bleeding and violated in the dark Forbidden Forest as the centaurs drew closer.

Luna lay curled among the damp leaves, her body shivering violently. Pain radiated from between her legs, her thighs sticky with blood and Voldemort’s seed. Tears streamed silently down her swollen cheek where he had slapped her. She could barely move.

Hooves thundered closer. Several centaurs emerged from the shadows — tall, powerful beings with muscular human torsos and the strong bodies of horses. Their faces were stern, eyes glowing with the wild magic of the forest. The leader, a broad-chested centaur with long dark hair and a scarred flank, lowered his bow as they spotted her.

They approached cautiously. One of the younger centaurs gently lifted her broken form onto his back. Luna whimpered in pain as they carried her deeper into a hidden glade where moonlight pooled on soft moss.

She curled into herself, sobbing. “He… he forced himself inside me… I don’t want to be pregnant with his child… please… I can’t bear it…”

The centaurs exchanged grim looks. The leader, Bane, stepped forward, his deep voice rumbling. “The Dark One’s seed is foul and powerful. There is an ancient way to cleanse it… but it comes at great cost.”

Luna looked up through tear-filled eyes. “What way?”

Bane’s expression was grave. “Our essence can overpower his. If we release our seed deep inside you, it may wash away his corruption. But we are half-horse. Our members are much larger and thicker than a human’s. It will be extremely painful. You may tear. You may break. Many human girls do not survive such cleansing.”

Luna trembled, clutching her torn robes. Fresh tears fell as she thought of carrying Voldemort’s child. The horror of that possibility outweighed everything else.

“I… I’ll do it,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please… just get it out of me.”

The centaurs nodded solemnly. They laid her gently on a bed of soft moss and flowers in the center of the glade. Several of them surrounded her. Bane was the first. His massive equine cock, already partially erect and far thicker than any human, pressed against her sore entrance.

Luna screamed as he pushed inside her. The stretch was agonizing — far worse than Voldemort. Her walls tore further as the huge girth forced its way deep, bulging her belly visibly. Bane grunted and began thrusting with powerful strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her.

“It hurts! It’s too big!” Luna cried, clawing at the moss.

Another centaur took her mouth, forcing his thick length between her lips while a third played with her breasts roughly. They took turns, each one larger and more brutal than the last. Luna’s screams echoed through the forest as they fucked her relentlessly, pumping load after load of thick, potent centaur cum deep into her womb and down her throat. Her belly swelled slightly from the sheer volume.

They were not gentle. The pain was constant and overwhelming, but they continued until they believed Voldemort’s seed had been flushed out and replaced.

When they finally finished, Luna lay motionless on the moss, covered in sweat, tears, and thick white fluid leaking from every hole. Her eyes were glassy, body twitching from the brutal ordeal.

The centaurs stepped back, breathing heavily.

“It is done,” Bane said quietly. “Whether she survives… only the forest knows.”

Under Voldemort’s iron rule, Hogwarts had become a place of terror and twisted obedience. The remaining students quickly learned the new laws: stay in designated areas, attend mandatory assemblies, report any suspicious activity, and never attempt to hide. Those who broke the rules paid dearly.

Many tried anyway.

A group of younger students barricaded themselves in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor, hoping the old wards would protect them. Death Eaters dragged them out within hours. The girls — three terrified fourth-years — were brought to the Great Hall during dinner.

Voldemort sat at the high table, watching with cold amusement as the students were forced to their knees in front of everyone.

“Defiance will not be tolerated,” he announced, his voice echoing through the hall. “Let this serve as a lesson.”

The three girls were stripped of their robes and bent over the long Gryffindor table. Voldemort took the first one roughly from behind while the entire school was forced to watch. Her screams filled the hall as he pounded into her without mercy, her body jerking violently with each thrust. When he finished inside her, he stepped back and gestured to his Death Eaters.

“Enjoy the spoils.”

What followed was a public gangbang. Masked Death Eaters took turns on the three girls right there on the tables — fucking their mouths, pussies, and asses in front of the horrified students. The girls cried and begged as cum dripped down their thighs and faces. The other students sat frozen, too scared to look away.

Similar scenes repeated across the castle.

A Hufflepuff girl caught trying to send a message via owl was dragged to the courtyard. Voldemort fucked her against the fountain while students passing by were ordered to stop and watch. He made her thank him loudly after he came inside her, then left her leaking on the stone ground for others to use.

Boys who resisted fared no better. A group of Gryffindor boys who tried to hide in the Room of Requirement were caught. Voldemort stripped them naked in the middle of the Entrance Hall and cursed them with a compulsion charm.

“Run,” he commanded.

The boys, humiliated and naked, were forced to sprint around the castle corridors and grounds while students and Death Eaters laughed and jeered. Some were hexed to make their genitals bounce obscenely or forced to shout praises to the Dark Lord as they ran.

One defiant Ravenclaw boy who tried to fight back was made an example: paraded completely naked through every common room, then tied to a post in the Great Hall overnight for anyone to mock.

The fear grew so thick that most students stopped resisting openly. But a few still tried to hide — and they always paid the price with their bodies and dignity.

Deep in a hidden chamber beneath the ruins of an old house, Harry Potter bolted upright from a fitful sleep, his scar burning. But the nightmare wasn’t over — it pulled him back in.

He found himself standing at one end of an impossibly long, dark tunnel. Stone walls stretched endlessly, lit by faint green torchlight. At the far end, Ginny Weasley stood alone, her red hair glowing softly, wearing only her torn Gryffindor uniform blouse and skirt. She looked confused, vulnerable.

From the opposite end, Voldemort glided forward, his skeletal form growing larger with every silent step. Harry tried to run, to shout, but his body wouldn’t move. “No… Ginny… NO!” he screamed inside the dream, his voice echoing uselessly.

Voldemort reached her. With a cruel smile, he tore open Ginny’s blouse, exposing her pale breasts. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing hard as she gasped. Then he shoved her skirt up and ripped her panties away. Ginny’s eyes widened, but instead of fear, a strange, dazed flush spread across her face.

“No! Ginny, fight him!” Harry yelled desperately from his end of the tunnel, but she couldn’t hear him.

Voldemort pushed Ginny against the cold stone wall. He freed his pale, rigid cock and thrust into her in one brutal motion. Ginny cried out — but the sound twisted into a moan. He began fucking her hard, long, deep strokes that slammed her back against the wall. Her breasts bounced violently with every thrust. Voldemort’s cold hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him harder.

“Yes… deeper…” Ginny whimpered, her legs wrapping around him as she started rocking her hips to meet his savage rhythm. Her face showed twisted pleasure, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in ecstasy as the Dark Lord pounded into her relentlessly.

Harry watched in horror. “No! Ginny, please stop! This isn’t you!” Tears burned in his eyes as he saw her body betray her — arching, grinding, taking every brutal inch while moaning louder. Voldemort laughed coldly, biting her neck and thrusting even faster, his hips slapping loudly against hers.

Ginny’s moans grew into cries of pleasure. “Harder… please…” She clung to him, her body shuddering as she came hard around his cock. Voldemort growled and slammed deep one final time, flooding her with his seed. Ginny’s head fell back in orgasmic bliss, a satisfied smile on her lips.

The tunnel began to fade.

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Harry’s eyes snapped open in the real world. He was breathing heavily, covered in cold sweat. They were hiding in a small, warded basement room — he and Hermione Granger. The Horcrux locket still hung around his neck, pulsing faintly.

“No…” Harry whispered, voice cracking. “No… Ginny…”

Hermione stirred beside him. She sat up quickly, her bushy hair messy, and pulled him into a gentle hug. “Harry… it was just a dream. Another nightmare from the locket, I’m sure. You’re safe. We’re both safe for now.”

She stroked his back soothingly. “Breathe. It wasn’t real. Ginny is strong… she’s fighting too.”

Harry clutched the locket, eyes wide with lingering horror. “It felt so real… I saw him with her. And she… she was enjoying it.”

Hermione frowned, glancing at the locket. “We should remove that thing for a while. It’s amplifying everything — the fear, the visions. Take it off, Harry. At least tonight.”

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Author note: Shall I continue story of him and her fucking?