Godsend

"Damn, stupid wand getting lost," Harry grumbled as he walked down the dark street.

He stopped outside a pub called Ye Olde Pub and contemplated going in. What was the harm? After a moment, Harry pushed open the door and entered.

The bar was dimly lit with a few tables that had candles on them. Harry saw with uneasiness that the bar was filled with only men. They were all either muttering under their breaths or looking suspiciously at Harry. He walked up to an empty stool and sat, looking at the large muscled man sitting next to him. He smelled of sweat and booze, so Harry inched his chair ever so slowly away from him.

"Had a hard day?" asked the bartender. He was an old man with a lopsided smile, wearing a dirty apron. He had kind eyes, so Harry nodded and said "Yes. Can I have a whiskey, please?"

The bartender nodded and turned around to get Harry's drink. As he waited, Harry noticed that that the large man sitting next to him had a friend. A man with stubble on his face and no hair was talking in whispers with the first man. They kept glancing at Harry and laughing quietly.

"Here you go, young sir," said the bartender. He put Harry's glass on the table and turned back around. Harry sighed, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. At that moment, when nobody was watching, the large muscled man dumped a spoonful of white powder in Harry's drink.

Not knowing this, Harry drank the contents of his glass in one gulp.

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Dumbledore,

I'm on my way to meet Harry. I'll write to you after we get home.

Sirius

Sirius Black sealed his letter and attached it to the leg of his owl. He watched as it soared across the night sky. Sirius frowned. Harry was alone in this town, at this time...

He had never actually met the boy, but from what Dumbledore had told him, Harry had black hair, green eyes, and looked exactly like Sirius' best friend. He wouldn't be hard to find, Sirius thought as he picked up his wand and set out to meet The Boy Who Lived.

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Harry coughed, suddenly feeling dizzy. After he drank his whisky, everything seemed to get blurry. His head was pounding, he felt like he was going to throw up, and worst of all, the men all around him looked menacing.

Harry looked into his glass, noticing for the first time, the now wet, white powder floating in the bottom. He got up, swayed for a moment, and proceeded to walk out the door of the bar.

"Let's go," said the muscled man as he got up to follow Harry.

"Wait, Oren. What if he has friends waiting outside?" the bald man asked gruffly.

"Oh, I'll take care of that, Rancit," Oren said meaningfully.

With that, they followed the young wizard out of the pub.

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Harry rested his hand against the wall for support as he made his way down the gradually darkening street.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned around in time to see a fist flying at his face. It connected with his nose with a loud crack. Harry felt the bone break and blood spurt from his nose. He yelled in pain and looked up at the two men, eyes watering.

"Hello there, boy. You're going to show us a good time, and you're going to do it now," Rancit said as he kicked Harry in the stomach. Harry doubled over and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. He felt two large hands reach for his shirt and start dragging him.

Oren threw Harry to the ground again inside a dark alley. Both men laughed when Harry coughed up blood and tried to get up.

"Stay down! Good for nothing... you belong in the trash!" Rancit said. He pushed Harry roughly back down.

"What - what do you want?" Harry asked, terrified.

Oren laughed and kicked Harry hard in the side. "You'll see."

The last kick seemed to break one of Harry's inner organs. He could barely breathe now. Harry gasped for breath... he was starting to black out...

Harry felt Oren's arms around his waist once more as he forced Harry onto his knees.

"No... please... don't..." Harry cried uselessly.

"Shut up," Rancit said, punching Harry hard on the side of his head. Harry's head dropped. He waited for the pain that would surely kill him.

Sure enough, he felt his pants being torn down. A moment later, he felt Oren's swollen member forcing its way into him.

Tears sprang to Harry's eyes. Unable to keep it in, he let out a choked sob.

"God, it hurts... stop," Harry cried.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?!" Rancit yelled as he hit Harry across the face.

Oren began thrusting forcefully and deeply, causing Harry to shake with suppressed sobs and nearly pass out when each wave of pain took over. It felt like someone was stabbing a long dagger repeatedly through his whole body.

"Rancit, you should have a go at him. He's nice and tight," Oren said drunkenly. He pulled his cock roughly out of Harry, and the sheer pain of that made Harry slump to the ground, nearly unconscious. He could still hear the men laughing... Rancit's belt buckle hitting the ground with a clunk...

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Sirius was looking around the very street Harry was being violated in. He went bar to bar, asking the drunks if they'd seen a good-looking boy with dark hair and green eyes.

He hopelessly walked into the last pub on the street, Ye Olde Pub.

"Have you seen a boy with black hair, green eyes, and glasses tonight?" Sirius asked the bartender wearily.

The man squinted up at Sirius. "There was a young'un in here about an hour ago... does the one you're looking for have a funny shaped scar on his forehead?"

Sirius' hopes lifted. Harry could still be around here!

"Yes, yes he does! Where did he go?" Sirius asked hurriedly.

The old man furrowed his brow in thought.

"I think he seemed sick when he left. Looked pale and drowsy... he walked out and turned left," he said, pointing out the window.

"Thank you," Sirius called over his shoulder as he ran out of the bar.

He headed left, but there was only a dark alleyway up ahead, and Sirius doubted that Harry would be in there. Sighing, he turned around and started going the other way.

Just then, he heard a sound coming from the alleyway. A laugh, followed by a stifled cry.

Sirius quietly pulled out his wand and crept toward the corner. He stuck his head around the corner long enough to recognize Harry, and long enough to see his head being pulled back by the hair, being raped.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Sirius bellowed as he stormed towards Oren and Rancit, wand in hand.

The two men looked up in surprise, but didn't stop their ministrations.

"What are you going to do, poke us in the eye?" Oren sneered, eyeing Sirius' wand.

"Crucio!"

Oren yelled in pain and fell to the ground. Rancit started to back away, but Sirius was too fast.

"Crucio!"

After both men regained enough strength to stand, they ran away, shooting murderous looks at Sirius.

Sirius dropped to his knees beside Harry, who was fighting to stay conscious.

"Harry, are - what did they - are you OK?" Sirius said in a rush as he cupped Harry's face in his hands.

Harry saw this man as another one of them and tried to back away from him, tears forming in his eyes.

Sirius froze in his tracks. He pulled away from Harry, shaking his head violently.

"No, Harry. My name is Sirius. Dumbledore sent me to look for you. You can trust me," Sirius pleaded.

Harry just shook his head, sending waves of pain through his whole body. How did he know that this man was telling the truth? His stomach heaved suddenly; he was going to be sick.

Harry tried to lean a certain way so he didn't throw up on himself, but as soon as he moved, his ribs ached piercingly. He groaned and moved the other way.

"Harry! What's wrong?" Sirius asked worriedly.

"Think I'm... throw up," Harry said a split second before he delivered all the contents of his stomach on the ground before him.

Sirius rubbed Harry's back soothingly and whispered, "I'll get you cleaned up when we get to my house. Come on, I'll -"

"No! I don't trust you," Harry cried.

"You're going to have to for the time being, Harry," Sirius said firmly.

"No. Kill me," Harry said, completely surrendering.

Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, Dumbledore sent me. Do you think I'm out to rape you?"

Harry never got a chance to answer Sirius. He finally slipped into sweet unconsciousness.

If someone was to look down that alleyway, they'd see a man cradling a younger man's unconscious head in his lap, brushing his hair away from his eyes, silently weeping in disdain.