|| 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || (𝒉.𝒋.𝒑 𝒙 𝒕.𝒎.𝒓)

Flashbacks

What Dumbledore was doing was wrong! It was violating his dignity as a human being.

Dumbledore strode over, tied each of Tom's limbs to a bedpost each to restrict any movement. He straddled Tom and took out his gag.

"What are you?" Is the first thing Tom asks.

Dumbledore smirked. "Dieresi Vampire. My kind does not have specific mates. We can choose who we want to be with. I got my inheritance at 18."

Tom POV

Shit! Dieresi Vampires! I've read about those.

My mind flashed back to the passage I had read:

Dieresi Vampires

They are one of the most advanced species of Vampire. Unlike their cousins, the normal Stregoni Benefici Vampire they don't:

-Burn in the sun
-Don't rely solely on human blood
-They look more human than the Stregoni
-Have red eyes. The tell tale sign of a Dieresi Vampire is their twinkling blue eyes.
-Have set life long mates. They prefer to sleep with anyone they like at that moment, but when they are bored of that person, they'll leave them alone. Sometimes, irreparable damages, whether mentally or physically could happen to their victims.

Males can choose whether or not if they want to father children. That way, it makes it easier for them to switch from victim to victim.

Dieresi Vampires can be killed. Just fire multiple Killing Curses at it and it should die, or it could be tortured like a normal human. But it takes longer for them to die that way.

Oh God. I'm his next bloody victim. Oh dear God!

Dumbledore lubricated his two of his fingers with his own spit and rams them up my exposed hole. The force in which he pushed his fingers into me caused to cry out in pain.

I was truly scared. I didn't want to be raped!

He began lathering kisses all over my bare chest. He kept on saying things about how he's wanted me for a long time, how I made him wait, how beautiful I looked, how sweet I tasted.

I didn't even bother to scream. What was the point?

I was the Wizarding World's savior, but no one would save me.

I lay there, unresponsive, that's when I just wanted to unplug. I crawled into the back of my mind and let Dumbledore do his dirty deeds.

I see that boy. His soul's been broken. Why wouldn't that blond haired man move? Can't he see that he's dying in the inside?

Haunted green orbs do nothing but stare blankly into the ceiling.

Why would no one come in to help this boy? His torture seemed to go on forever...

It was nighttime when Dumbledore stopped torturing the poor soul.

"Now, my pet, you will not under any circumstances, tell anyone what happened today, do you hear me?

The boy nodded silently as his clothes were spelled back on and his appearance looking presentable.

Dumbledore seemed to have second thoughts. He quickly put on his Glamour back on, Levitated the boy back into his office.

He sat him down in the chair opposite his and muttered "Obliviate!"

The memories of the trauma that boy had experience had been wiped and in its place, new ones had been implanted. It was Dumbledore training him for Grindelwald.

I woke up with a snort and stared around at the room. What the hell had happened? Did I fall asleep training with Professor Dumbledore?

I see him staring at me with a grandfatherly smile.

I sit up quickly and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm so sorry Professor! I didn't mean to fall asleep like that!" I profusely apologized.

Dumbledore held up a silencing hand, smiling genially.

"It's okay Tom, my boy! Just run off to your dormitory to get some sleep."was all he said.

I did so quickly.

~Dream/Flashback end~

"NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!" I shrieked as I yelled myself awake.

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