TALON GARRETT AND THE LOCKED BOOK

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

The Hogwarts Express screamed to life as it left Hogsmead Station. The young man sat in a compartment all to himself, contemplating both is past and his future. He was tall, thinner than most young men and ruggedly handsome. He sported long brown hair which he kept pulled back in a ponytail, reaching down between his shoulder blades. His brown eyes were glued to the scenery as it whizzed by him. His hands would absent-mindedly massage his wrists from time to time as if they hurt him, even though they felt fine. The unusual part of his wrists was that they were covered by a pair of brown leather bands with a watch on the left one.

The boy’s gaze was so fixated on the outside world; he didn’t hear the door to his compartment open and close.

“See anything interesting, Talon?” a female voice asked, shocking him out of his thoughts.

“Just a dead scenery, Miranda,” he answered his fellow Ravenclaw.

“Dead? Are you sure it’s dead out there? It seems very much alive to me, Talon.”

“Hmph,” he answered back to her and returned to his gazing.

She settled into the seat opposite him and stared at the boy. He didn’t acknowledge her at all.

“Look, Talon, that last match was not your fault,” she said, assuming his mind was on the blown Quidditch cup match.

“Hmph,” he repeated and continued to stare.

“You can continue to brood about it, or accept the loss as a gentleman,” she said.

“Look, Miranda, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t give a damn about the last match. My broom performed up to specs and I couldn’t be happier about it. I didn’t loose the match; Stephens did by not catching the bloody snitch. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d rather be alone, please.”

“Suit yourself,” she said with the air of superiority and got up and left the compartment without another word to him.

Talon watched her leave and turned back to the window again. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so evasive with her, but he had other things on his mind. The broomstick he had referred to was his own design. He called it, “The Blackbolt 100”, and it was the fasted thing on the field this past year. The test went perfectly during the whole year. Because of his broomstick, Ravenclaw would have won the Quidditch cup for the first time in over a decade, but their Seeker didn’t see the snitch in time. It was him and his broom that got them up to a hundred and thirty points ahead of Gryffindor and they were going to win, but Smokewell had seen it first and got it just in time to win. It didn’t matter the outcome; his broom had performed miraculously.

But it wasn’t the broom that had Talon’s mind at the time. It was his past and his plan for the immediate future. The distant future was going to take care of itself. Again, one of his hands rubbed the opposite wrist without him thinking about it. He sighed and got up to close the door to his compartment. He pulled the curtains closed and pulled his wand out of its holder by his side.

“Colloportus!” he bellowed to the door, and it sealed itself. He smiled, knowing that he could now do magic outside of school. He laid his wand down on the bench and took The Book down from the shelf above him.

He reached for his wand and smiled again at its uniqueness. It was the oldest wand in Olivander’s, measuring thirteen inches with a dragon’s heartstring from a Hungarian Horntail as its core and made out of Dogwood. Since dogwood bark hasn’t been strong enough to make a wand in over two thousand years, the wand was at least that old, maybe much older. He remembered old man Olivander telling him about it as if it happened yesterday.

“Yes,” he began, “very unusual indeed, young sir. This wand has been here for centuries, Mr. Garrett. The last wand ever made with dogwood.”

“Why’s that, sir?” he had asked, with his dad right behind him.

“Well, the legend goes that the dogwood tree was the one used to crucify people long ago. When it was used to crucify a certain prophet in Jerusalem, he cursed it to never grow strong enough to bear a man’s weight again. If you see a dogwood tree bloom, you can make out a tiny cross in the middle of the blossom.

“To have this paired with a dragon heartstring, well, that speaks of a most unusual person to be chosen to own it. As we all know, it is the wand that chooses the wizard. For this wand to choose you, Mr. Garrett, shows that there’s going to more to you than meets the eye.”

His dad had paid for the wand and the two left the shop with young Talon thinking that he didn’t care for Mr. Olivander very much. At the time, the ten-year-old had no idea what the man was talking about, but later on he found out and wished he hadn’t. His dad, Curry Garrett, led him back down Diagon Alley, and back to The Leaky Cauldron.

It was his birthday present that year. His parents had asked him what he wanted, and he told them he wanted his wand. He got it, but now his dad needed to return to his job with the Ministry of Magic. He had gone home via floo powder. The whole weekend, he kept swishing the wand around, making small rainbows until his mum told him to stop.

Now, he was grown and leaving the school that he had attended for the past seven years. During that time, he learned better than most of the other students at the school, save a boy a few years older than him named Tom Riddle. Everyone envied him and his abilities so much, Talon had gotten lost in the quagmire of his shadow. Not to mention Tom’s excellent capture of Talon’s fellow third year, Hagrid, when he let his monster loose on the muggle-borns during his last year.

Talon touched the latch on the book’s outside edge and the flap opened with a click. He opened the book’s cover and turned to a page he knew by heart. He wanted to get a few reviews in before putting it back permanently. His education was complete, of course, but this book held particular secrets only Talon knew.

The spells in this book had been locked away for a very, very long time. Even the owners of Flourish and Blott’s didn’t know how long it had been in the store. He had found it after his first year at school. The shopkeeper only charged him five knuts for the book. At the time, the shopkeeper thought he was getting rid of garbage inventory. Talon’s mum thought the same thing. Talon knew he had found something special, though.

It took him three years to find the exact spell to crack the seal on the book, and another two years to perfect all the spells inside it. With the knowledge of everything he had learned in the school and out of school, Talon was ready for what lay ahead of him.

The rest of the trip back to King’s Cross was spent pouring over the all-too-familiar pages of the book in his lap. Several times he waved his wand in the air, concentrating on just the right thing and then performing the counter-spell to nullify the effects.

When the train pulled into the station, Talon disembarked with the rest of the students. Many of his fellow seventh-years shook his hand and saying good-bye for the final time before going on to working in the magical community. Talon had other plans. He stood still for a few seconds, thinking of home, and with a slight “pop”, he was gone from the platform. He reappeared in a microsecond in front of his own home.

The key to the front door worked perfectly and Talon entered the silent dwelling. No sounds would be coming to him any time soon. With his parents now deceased, the house was nothing more than a building.

“Goma!” he cried and a short being popped right next to him.

“Yes, Master,” she said, bowing so low that her pointed ears touched the floor.

“Please take my bags to my room, Goma,” he ordered the house elf.

“Yes, Master,” she repeated and did as he ordered.

Talon breathed in the stale air. He would have to change that over the next few days. Goma was getting older and wasn’t able to do as much as when he was younger. He smiled at her attempts, though.

Talon retired after a nice simple meal. The real work began the next day. He went to bed in his parent’s large master bed. The next day he woke to a small rain shower. After breakfast, he started getting everything ready for his master plan.

He worked on the basement the whole time, getting everything just right. Conjuring was one of his best abilities. It was something he hid from everyone, even the transfiguration teacher, Professor Dumbledore, didn’t know how good he was. He spent a lot of time with Dumbledore, but didn’t let him in on everything. Most things he kept to himself and no one else. He was able to begin conjuring in his third year; something no one was ever able to do.

He conjured everything he needed. The room was set up perfectly to his specifications. It had taken two weeks to get everything this way, but it was time well spent. Now the action part of the plan. He apparated upstairs for the small necklace he had stowed away in his nightstand. Talon placed the chain around his neck and fit it inside his shirt for safekeeping.

The young man disapparated out of his house and to a house in the outskirts of Suffolk. Slowly, he walked up to the front door and knocked. A thin, pale woman answered the door. A quick stunner spell and she was unconscious in seconds without knowing what had happened. Talon went to the back room and a six year old girl was lying on a bed, asleep. A small sleeping spell was cast, and a deeper sleep was induced. Talon picked up the sleeping girl and carried her back to her mother. He disapparated with the two of them and reappeared in his basement.

The girl was cuffed to small shackles hanging from the ceiling. The woman was bolted to the wall. A quick thought later and Talon was gone from the room again. He reappeared beside a factory. It was making broomsticks and shipping them out to stores across the world. Talon was only looking for one person, and he found him. He was sitting alone out back. Perfectly alone; just as Talon had seen the previous summer.

He walked up to the man sitting on the docks, taking a breather.

“What the fuck do you want, mate?” the man asked.

Talon didn’t bother answering. He pulled his wand out so fast his opponent didn’t have chance to draw his.

“Stupefy!” Talon called. A red blast shot out of the tip of his wand, hitting the man right in the chest. The older man was knocked backward and then slumped to the ground. The young man grabbed his thick wrist and the two disapparated out of the area and back to his house.

Talon tied the man to the wall next to the woman he had just taken. Both had been bolted to the wall spread-eagled with steel manacles. Neither one was going anywhere for a while, but Talon couldn’t risk it. Too much planning had gone into this to risk something going wrong due to time.

He reached into his shirt and pulled out the hourglass shaped device strung around his neck. With one turn of it, he reappeared with no one in the room, and an hour back. Now to get the next set. He disapparated out of the basement to another house. He knocked on the door and a six year old boy answered it.

“Hello, what do you want?” he said, with a slight tinge of contempt. A woman walked up behind the boy to ask the same question with the same attitude. Neither one saw Talon’s wand in his hand.

“Stupefy!” he cried, pointing the wand at the woman first. She was thrown back into the wall right behind her by the blast of the spell. The boy screamed and threw himself at Talon, but he was faster than that. Another wave of his wand, and the boy was bound in ropes and a gag.

“That ought to keep you quiet, brat,” he said, with a smile.

Again, he grabbed both wrists and disappeared out of the area. He reappeared in his boardroom. The woman was trussed up like her son and once again, he disappeared from the room. The man he was looking for was working at a shop in Knockturn Alley. It wasn’t difficult at all to slip down the alley and into the shop.

With a wide toothy grin, the man Talon was looking for greeted him as he walked inside the shop. Talon was in no mood for small talk. Another quick stunner had him unconscious within seconds. Grabbing him, he disapparated out and back to his boardroom where he had left the boy and his mother. The boy was still struggling in his bonds.

Talon gave the Time-turner a quick turn back and all three people vanished, having not been there a scant hour previously.

Two quick trips to two other homes brought two more women and their children back to two different rooms in Talon’s house. One child was a four year old girl and the other a nine year old boy. Now came the tricky part for Talon. The women’s husbands worked at the ministry and one doesn’t simply walk into the ministry and start throwing around stunners. But he had a plan for that as well. Another apparation had him appearing at the visitor’s entrance to the ministry.

“Place your wand on the scales, please,” the man behind the counter told him. Talon did as he directed. A minute later, a slip of paper spit out everything about the wand. The man handed his wand to him and Talon walked down to the elevator.

Talon got off the cart at level four and headed to the Magical Creatures office. He drew his wand and cast the spell.

“Yeminsar!” and the whole room went black. Panic and chaos ensued. A person cast a lighting spell of “Lumos!” and nothing happened. Talon knew it wouldn’t work. The room would remain dark for as long as he was in it. No one but Talon could see beyond their noses.

“Stupefus!” he yelled. The stunners went everywhere, hitting everyone. Only three escaped the stunners, but they were put down without a problem.

Talon found the two men he was looking for and had to drag one of them over to the other to disapparate out of the room. A minute later had him standing in his living room, clutching two wrists connected to two unconscious men. He took the next few minutes to carry them downstairs and put them in the prepared chains.

Once he was done with that, he waited until he was sure his past selves were gone so he could round up the remaining people. The work took over an hour to finish, but when it was done, all twelve people were down in his basement.

“Innervatus!” he said, pointing the wand in the general direction of the eight adults. All eight of them began to wake up.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back.

They woke to see that they were stripped of their clothes, save underpants and/or bras. Wands were out of the question. Each of them was secured to the wall by iron manacles in spread-eagle style with too much room between them to be able to touch each other.

“Don’t bother talking; you can’t. There is also an anti-disapparating spell on this basement, so don’t bother with that, either. Now, I wager you’re wondering who I am. Am I right, Slade Sebastian?” He was facing the dark-haired one that he took from the broom factory.

“How ‘bout you, Lars Chaldrel?” he asked turning to the one on the right side of Slade’s wife.

Neither Lars nor Slade had any idea who Talon was. He moved to the last two ex-Slytherins and posed the same question. Small shakes of heads, told him they had no clue to Talon’s identity.

“Perhaps I should shed some light on the subject, then,” he said, and moved his right hand to his left wrist and repeated the procedure for the opposite wrist. For the first time in eight years, someone saw what was under his wristbands.

Scars circled his wrists about three inches wide. They were black as night and it looked like the skin that was supposed to be there was dead. It was like someone had taken a blowtorch to just those two areas of his skin. Talon flexed his fists, to show that everything worked and moved beyond the scars, but on top they looked dead. If the lights were out, it would appear as if his hands were floating on their own.

“Bring any memories back, Sebastian?” Talon seethed at him. He was pleased to see recognition slam into Slade’s mind. His eyes widened and his skin paled in a matter of seconds. “I see you do recognize your handiwork.”

Slade’s wife turned to look at him. Shock hit her as well, but for a different reason.

“For you wives, let me tell you a story,” he said, sitting down on a stool in front of them.

“My sister and I were in our rooms one night, enjoying a nice sleep when a person came in our house and killed our parents, kidnapping the two of us. We were rendered unconscious and when we woke, your four husbands had the two of us suspended in a room at a wizarding school called Hogwarts.

“They had placed us in chains and manacles similar to the ones your in now. The only difference was that we were in the center of the room and the manacles they were using were magically enhanced to keep us alive. They wanted us alive for their pleasures. Their evil, twisted pleasures.

“My sister and I were raped repetitively over the next six months or so. They used whips on us, tearing flesh from our bones. They did unspeakable things to each of us and we weren’t even old enough to understand it all. My sister was only seven years old. I was nine.

“During the times that they didn’t want us, we were vanished by the room that held us prisoners. Those interims were vastly chaotic. We were there, but not there. Creatures slashed at both of us from all different directions. We were never allowed to sleep during those times, only to be recalled for the enjoyment of these four once again.

“We begged them to just kill us and get it over with, but they made it last and last. I thought it would never end, but it did. Didn’t you ever wonder what happened to us, Sebastian?”

Slade was now squirming in his irons, trying to make Talon shut up. Talon was enjoying this way too much to stop now. He turned back to the wiggling older wizard.

“No? I’ll tell you. Do you remember the last time you were in the room? Chaldrel was the last one out; remember? He forgot to have The Room of Requirement remove the two of us. Now we were the masters of the room. I remembered how the room gave you everything you wanted, so I had it release us. My sister wasn’t strong enough to remain conscious, but I was.

“We left the room, only to be found by Professor Dumbledore. He took us into his office and performed a memory charm on both of us. We were taken to the hospital wing and secretly mended. The only things that weren’t healed were the scars on our wrists and ankles from the magical chains. Those have always remained.”

Talon was watching each of the women. He watched their reactions to the story. He was pleased to see them begin to believe him, but he wasn’t finished just yet.

“The memory charm was good; too good. We even forgot our names and Dumbledore had us taken care of by a witch and her wizard husband. The Garretts. The Garretts gave us new names and helped us adjust to life within the wizarding world. It was obvious by now that even though we were destined to be muggles, you made us magical.

“My sister’s memory charm failed a couple of months later when she fell hard and hit her head on a wall. When she woke in St. Mungo’s, she remembered the whole thing, but couldn’t convince me of the event. She killed herself the day she left the hospital; unable to deal with everything slamming into her brain. Our new parents tried everything to help her, but it was no use. She was too far gone for them to do anything.

“I began attending Hogwarts when I was eleven, but with a drive and determination to find out everything I could about being a wizard. I bought book after book, trying to learn everything. One particular book I bought was at the bottom of the book store and bought it for a few knuts. What a bargain. I will demonstrate later. For now, let’s get rid of some unwanted baggage.”

With that, he pulled out his wand and turned towards Anton’s daughter.

“I believe this one is yours, Anton?” he said, pointing to the four year old girl. Black’s eyes widened in expecting horror. He was not sure what was to follow for his offspring. His wife also struggled in her bonds as Talon turned and walked up to her. She could tell that she was about to die, but was powerless to stop it.

“Avada Kedavra!” Talon spoke the unforgivable curse, sending a green light at the pallid woman’s heart. She was dead in an instant. Her lifeless body hung from the moorings Talon had built into the wall to hold her. “Evanesco,” he said, vanishing her lump of flesh to the unknown. Anton Black was furious as he spit nonverbal curses at Talon.

“Aw, did you really love her, Anton? Or is your ‘black’ heart incapable of emotion? Ah well, you’ll be seeing her soon enough, Slytherin. But first, let’s wake the girl up, shall we? My, she is an attractive one. She must take after someone outside of the family.” An “Innervate” spell and she was awake to witness her trap. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. Her father was in front of her and an older teenager walked over to her. She tried to cower away from him, but as she was tied on her knees, she was going no where. Talon had tied her with her arms behind her back and wrapped around a pole. Her feet were also wrapped around the pole and tied to her wrists. A strap of leather attached her neck to the same pole, keeping her head erect.

A wave of his wand, and his clothes parted down the center, revealing a hardened eight inch cock. Talon was already pointing it at her face, and advancing on her with a solemn look on his face.

“I’m sorry for this, little one, but your father did the same to me when I was just a little older than yourself, and he has to pay for that now,” he told her with genuine sympathy in his eyes. “This is nothing personal, little girl. I hope one day you may forgive me.”

“Open your mouth, girl,” he said, opting for the oral penetration as opposed to vaginal. She shook her head at him. “Either open your mouth, or I will force you to do so,” he said, waving his wand at her.

She thought about it for a second or two, and then opened her mouth to let him inside her warm mouth.

“If one tooth touches my prick, girl, you will loose all of them. Understand?” he threatened her. She nodded at him as if her life depended on it.

Talon lined his cock up to her small mouth and fed it to her, one inch at a time; allowing her to get used to his girth. He didn’t bother enlarging it, as it was already large enough to give the girl problems.

She grimaced as the large cock was passed through her oral cavity and bounced off her tonsil. She gagged at the foreign sensation of something that large touching it. He backed off and tried again. The same result. Frustrated with her, he jammed it down her throat on the next attempt, causing her to cry out. Talon was beyond caring for anyone or anything.

Even though the girl was attractive in her own right, he had to remind himself that she was there for his revenge upon her father and the others. To steady her for a proper fucking, he grabbed her by the root of her hair and forced her mouth onto more of his cock. As the full length of it forced its way down her feeding tube, the sensations gave him quite a whole different perspective on things.

“Ah, now I get why you did this to me and my sister. Of course that doesn’t excuse you from it, but it does explain it.” Talon was pleased to see revulsion on the face of Anton Black.

He returned to enjoying the girl’s mouth and throat. As tight as she was, and as long as he had waited for this, it didn’t take him long before he shot his load down her throat and into the pit of her stomach. She choked on some of it; unable to handle it all. The part she couldn’t handle was spit back up and ran down her chin.

“You did well, your first time, little one. There will be more to come later, of course.” Anton was furiously trying to get to Talon, but he was wasting his energy in futility. Talon had him very well secured for the duration of his captivity.

“That felt good,” he said, turning his attentions back to the remaining three couples. “But I think someone’s son is going to feel better than that. And another excess baggage needs to be gotten rid of. FLAGRAMUS!!”

Instantly, a thick red strand of energy exploded out of Talon’s wand, forming the wand into a handle of some whip. He noticed the looks on all of their faces and decided to explain.

“It’s a fire-whip,” he said, brandishing the red cord. He pulled it back and let it fly towards Quinton’s wife. The end of it wrapped itself around her neck and began to shrink in size. Talon pulled it tighter and her airflow was becoming more and more constricted. She struggled as best as she could, but the flames from the conjured whip burned as well as stopped her air. Within mere minutes, she was dead from it.

Satisfied with the results, Talon backed away and flayed the remaining skin from her body until there was nothing left but ashes and some small bit of bone. A vanishing spell took care of that easily, and Quinton’s wife was no more. With that completed, he turned his focus on the man’s nine year old son.

“What did you do, Quinton? Marry the first person that spoke to you? You don’t seem too broken up about her dying.”

Tok was now the one furiously trying to get to Talon. The new graduate just laughed at his struggles.

“I guess the truth hurts, doesn’t it?” he mockingly asked him. “Back to business,” he said, clapping his hand and turning towards the unconscious preteen boy. Upon waking, the boy looked around and noticed things just as the girl did before him, although Talon had him tied in a different manner.

He was tied up in a forward hogtie. His hand and wrists were tied together and he was lifted off the ground just enough to put his mouth and asshole at Talon’s waist height. Being able to take him, Talon walked up to the boy’s backside, while stroking his cock back up to its genuine firmness.

Now the boy saw what was going to happen to him and began struggling in his bonds to escape the inevitable. When Talon got there, he grabbed the boy’s legs to hold him steady. The boy fought even more against him. Talon finally had to tie him around his neck to the pole that the girl was tied to. It helped stop the struggling somewhat. As the head of his cock touched the sphincter muscle, the boy clenched his tight hole closed even more. Talon smiled an evil smile at the youngster.

“You can either loosen up, or cause even more pain to yourself, boy,” Talon told him. The suggestion was ignored completely. Shrugging his shoulders at the lack of response, Talon resumed his posture. With one giant shove forward of his hips, the boy was impaled on his pole, eliciting an enormous scream from the young boy’s throat.

He struggled some more, and tried to expel the invading digit, but nothing was going to stop Talon now. Another huge thrust and the boy’s backside completely engulfed his thick cock.

“Please, stop! You’re tearing me apart!” the boy bellowed into the room, trying to get Talon’s attention. He didn’t even slow down to consider the boy’s pain at being buggered so horribly. Talon was fixed on giving him as much pain as was possible.

As Talon was fixed all the way inside the boy, he began to withdraw from him to begin the real shagging. The boy whined, begged, cried and screamed throughout the entirety of his torment. Talon never let up even for a second’s rest. All Quinton could do was just hang there and watch it all unfold in front of him. He was powerless to help his son stop the raping.

Talon ruthlessly fucked the boy for over half an hour, after having cum so soon before, until he sent his jizm shooting into the boy’s bottom end. Having spent himself dry, he pulled out and staggered back away from him. He gathered up his robes and exited the basement, needing a rest.

Goma served her master faithfully as a good house elf should, bringing him anything he needed. Talon rested on the sofa, planning what he was going to do to the rest of the group; not that further planning was needed. Everything was laid out in front of him as it had been for the past year when he came up with the entire plan. He descended the stairs to attend to the next phase of his plan. Shedding his robes, he turned to Lars and his wife.

“Here is where you find out about the other spells I’ve learned from my priceless book. These spells are what I would call, ‘anger spells’, as they only work on anger. The angrier you are the better and bigger they work. For instance, this one is a Deathbolt Spell.

“Dear lady, I’m afraid it’s time for you to meet oblivion,” he said in mock sympathy to Lars’s wife. “ORTE MORTUS!” A black bolt of lightning shot out of the end of the dogwood. When it struck the woman, her entire body exploded into several pieces. The deathbolt caused her remains to splatter Lars, Talon and Anton.

“Scourgify,” he said, pointing the wand to his naked, hard body. All the body parts were removed and vanished. “I’m sorry, dear Lars, but you’ll have to wear your dead wife’s parts until I dispatch you in the same manner. Enjoy.

“Now, I believe you said at one time that you liked the boys. I wonder if you’ve taken the liberty with yours. Hm?” He turned towards the boy that had been watching and listening to the entire proceedings. He was the one that wasn’t rendered unconscious by any stunners.

“Although, I’d have to admit, buggering the other boy was fun, let’s see if you’ve gone so far with yours. Perhaps you’ve already broken him in?” Talon grinned at his one time rapist and advanced on the boy. Another wave of his wand and the boy’s clothes were flying across the room to lie on the floor some distance away. Another wave of his wand and the chains binding the boy let him to the ground.

The boy rolled away from the teenager as he continued to move towards him. The six-year-old was filled with a mixture of fear and contempt for the ex-Ravenclaw. Talon was on him in a flash and grabbed him by the ankles. With a quick yank, he turned the boy over to lie face down on the concrete floor. The boy tried to scramble away, but Talon was faster than him again.

A simple wave of his wand again, and four ropes shot out from the walls, wrapping themselves around the boy’s wrists. Another wave and they retracted, pulling the boy back down to the concrete, but hard. The boy hit his face square on his nose when he landed. Tears welled up, but not near enough of them to make Talon stop his plan. Being helplessly spread-eagled, the boy could do nothing but lie there and take the teenager’s engorged cock.

Talon lined himself up to this lad’s anal barrier as well and pushed downward. He slid inside as easily as splitting butter with a hot knife. Talon smiled up to Lars.

“Well, you have broken him in, Lars. Good; makes it easier for me to bugger. Thanks.”

Talon resumed his down stroke of filling the boy’s backside. The boy squirmed but didn’t cry at all due to having his bowels filled by a larger cock. When Talon was firmly planted inside him, he laid down on the boy’s back to begin the real fucking. Pushing down on the boy’s face, he used his size and weight in his favor to lay into him vigorously. Much to his delight, his cock was tormenting the boy while Lars tried to scream at him to stop.

“Damn, this does feel good, Chaldrel. Thanks for breaking him in, though.”

Lars was in as much torment as he watched a true buggering of his son. Talon really took it to him and all he could do was watch it, helplessly. Soon enough, the boy just couldn’t take it quietly, and began to cry. Talon didn’t care one way or another, and just kept on pumping his guts as if nothing had changed.

Having cum twice already, Talon took longer before sending his wittier seed into the youngster. When he was finished with the boy, he bound him back up with the same spell he had used before on him. Bound and gagged, the boy just laid there, whimpering in his agony; cum and his own blood flowing out of his rectum and pooling on the floor. Talon rose back up to face Sebastian and his wedded wife.

“This spell is called a ‘Fireball Spell’, and for good reason,” he said, looking right at the homely woman.

“INFLAMARTUS!!!” he bellowed, slinging the wand in her direction.

A flaming ball shot out of his wand, engulfing Slade’s wife in flames. She opened her mouth in a silent scream. Every bit of her body began to disintegrate before their very eyes. After another long, agonizing ten minutes, she was reduced to mere ashes and dust. The other seven adults in the room were doing their best not to watch the horrid scene, but they couldn’t tear their eyes away from her. The putrid smell of burning flesh assaulted their nostrils as well. Even Talon was glad when she was finally dead and he drew the flames back inside.

“Like that, Slade? I have to say, as bad as she looked, I was probably doing her a favor. Now, as far as those spells, I have more of them to come. But first, let’s get some fresh air. Evanesco!” The ashes that had piled up on the floor, vanished. With another wave of his wand, the air was cleared and the smell of burning flesh was gone from the room.

“Good, that’s better,” he said, circling back on his charges.

“Let me finish my story. Where was I?” he mused to himself, before snapping his fingers in mock realization. “You’re probably wondering how I remembered you and your lot. It was when I was fourteen. My dad took me to Azkaban to visit a prisoner there. I got too close to a dementor and it accidentally broke through Professor Dumbledore’s memory charm.

“Everything you had done to me came flooding back into my mind all at once. I was overrun with all those horrible thoughts and feelings. I especially remembered my real parents and how you killed them.

“You will pay for what you did to me and my family. Make no mistake about that. Each of you will pay with your lives for it. Your wives have preceded you into oblivion, but let me reiterate, you will die before this is over.

“But, you may take comfort in the fact that your children will be well taken care of by myself. Until I get tired of them, that is. From there, I have plans to give them to the dementors of Azkaban. I hear they like the children’s souls the best. They are the most pure, after all. I hear that you can survive for years without your soul inside you.”

“Now, I think some more entertainment is due; mine, not yours.” He pointed his wand to Slade’s six year old daughter, the last of the captive children, and with a sly smile, woke her up with the “Innervate” spell. She was as homely looking as her mother; nothing at all that pretty. But it wasn’t looks Talon was after.

She looked around at the scene before her, but it was difficult for her to move. Talon had her manacled with her feet on the floor and her arms behind her back and raised above her head. Naturally, she was bent over at the waist. She also saw her daddy chained to the wall and wasn’t able to help her out of her predicament. The last thing she saw before noticing Talon, was her clothes were gone and she was completely naked.

Talon began advancing on the frightened little girl. She got more frightened the closer he came to her. His cock was growing again, due to a potion he had ingested before he even raped the four-year-old’s mouth. His cock was at its full eight inches, but Talon thought that was enough.

“Engorgio,” he said, pointing the wand to his already impressive eight inch cock. It instantly swelled to over ten inches and three in diameter. The little girl cried at it when she saw what he was about to do to her.

He swiped his finger along her narrow, hairless twat. For a brief moment, it slipped inside her and up to her hymen. He turned back to Slade.

“You haven’t broken her in, yet?” he teased the captive Slytherin. The wand was dropped down to the shelf beside him and he lined his engorged cock up to the tiny hole waiting for him. “You remember this part, don’t you?”

Without further ado, he shoved it inside the poor girl as her father looked on. The scream filled the room and penetrated Slade’s very soul at the same time. He squirmed to get to his young daughter, but the bindings forbade it. Talon, meanwhile, was having an enormous amount of pleasure from both the rape and the sight of Slade’s reaction.

The poor girl was in hell as the massive cock tore into her narrow slit. She screamed uncounted amounts of energy while Talon raped her. He didn’t care anything about the girl or her comfort. Only one thing filled his mind; vengeance. Sweet revenge.

He let her scream until he got tired of it and silenced her with the spell. He called his wand to him with “Monaccios!” (nonverbally), and then “Silencio” to shut her up. Being silenced didn’t stop the tormented youngster from trying to scream or from crying her eyes out at the pain.

Talon continued his assault on the pitiful youngster until he climaxed and sent his sperm swimming up into her womb. He collapsed backward and sat down on a chair behind him, his cock weakening slightly.

“Reducto!” he said, pointing the wand back at it, reducing it back to its normal size.

“Whew! That was fun.” He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and then surveyed the damage he had inflicted on her small frame. Blood flowed steadily from her violated orifice, mixed with an abundant amount of man-cream.

“Hm, doesn’t look like she’s going to have any grandchildren for you, Sebastian,” he stated with a nasty smile. He put her back to sleep with another sleeping spell and turned his attentions back to the remaining adults.

Sebastian was struggling like never before. Pure hatred and malice were etched on his face.

“Trying to get to me? Is that because you’re scared of dying, or because a mudblood just fucked your little girl? I wonder which is it?”

Of course Talon had no intention of letting Sebastian speak. Experience had taught him not to take anything for granted. He let the man squirm in his mute struggles.

“Get some rest, because it will be your last. In the morning, I will return to finish what I’ve started here tonight. Watch your children and know that you started this a long time ago. Good night.”

He walked upstairs and back into the main house for some much needed rest. Something was bothering him, though. It was the little girl, the four-year-old. She was reminding him of his sister. Her sweet innocence was the primary feature he kept returning to.

That night, Talon slept very well in his bed before waking to the new day’s dawn and a whole host of things to accomplish. He walked into the room where he had left them all to find them waking up as he entered. He didn’t talk to them at all. He just walked up to Quinton first.

“Crucio!” he said, pointing his wand at the man’s chest. The older man screamed like never before. His very bones felt like they would explode under the unforgivable curse assaulting him. Talon didn’t let up with it. He kept his wand pointing at him, causing untold pain to surge through his aging body.

Again and again, he sent the curse at him and after several hours of it, Quinton Tok was nothing more than a blithering idiot. His tongue fell out of his mouth, and he looked as if his skin was colorless. The curse had made him totally lose his mind. He was there, but not there. He would never be the same again.

It was closing in on lunch time, but Talon wasn’t in the mood for food. He aimed his wand at Anton. “FLAGRATUS!!!” A long flat sword protruded from the end of Talon’s wand. Talon raised it up like a sword and brought it across the man’s body, diagonally, cutting him in two pieces. He repeated the arc with the fire sword and reduced another portion of Anton’s body to ashes. Two more swipes of the sword and the body of Anton Black was in the same condition as his wife; ashes.

Talon then went to Lars. The man was understandably scared. He began pleading with Talon to be merciful.

“Where was your mercy when you kidnapped me and my sister?” he asked, spitting at him as he hung on the wall, shaking. “ORTE GRAV!!!” A lightning bolt shot from the end of his wand, shocking Lars’s body. “VAS HUM BRAK!!!” He screamed at him, pointing his left hand at Lars. A ring of flame emanated from his hand and encircled Lars’s body. It shrank in size until it went inside the man and baked some of his intestines. Talon repeated the two spells, alternating them until Lars was dead.

Talon was no longer a victim of the previous crime. Now, he was the executioner of far more grievous crimes. But it didn’t matter to him. Only one person stood in his way of total justice for him and his sister. His sweet, innocent, young sister; gone. It made him angrier than ever before. Years of pain and suffering were about to end.

“PHILLARTUMOUS!!!” he cried.

A huge column of fire erupted out of his wand and began closing in on Slade. The column reached far beyond the space of the basement that was their dungeon and prison. It burst free from the confines of the house and began burning not only Slade, but the entire house as well.

Everything began to ignite. It burned hotter than the hottest flame on the planet. This spell had never been used before, nor has it been used since as it reaped destruction on everything and everyone in its path. Slade Sebastian and Talon Garrett burst into flames at the same time, reducing both men to a pile of ashes.

It took seven Aurors to put the flames out. When the flames had died, only four things were left in the spot that once stood a proud house. Two girls and two boys, naked and asleep. They lived out their lives totally oblivious to the dark deeds that were done to them on that day.

No one but myself knows of this story, as Goma told it to me before she died, faithful to the end.