Beyond the Darkness

Date: 24 February 2005
Characters: Dennis Creevey, Sophia Fawcett
Location: Sophia's place
Private/Public: Private
Rating: very adult
Warnings: non con
Summary: Dark Dennis needs to pay a visit to Sophia. She needs to be punished for cursing him.
Completion: complete

Dennis finally managed to get away from Colin's incessant concern and worry for him. It was all too easy as he feigned a headache, and Colin didn't argue. Dennis told Colin that he needed bedrest, and to not jump on his back if he slept the day away in his room.

Charming the bedroom door shut behind him, he cast a series of obscure locking spells, and a spell that would make Colin think he was still sleeping, and not to worry.

He summoned his true wand, breathing deeply as he grasped it firmly in his hand. It sang to him of dark magic, and eagerly anticipated what was to come. Donning his cloak, Dennis disapparated. The ban on Apparition in town was unfortunate, but there were ways and means around it, if one was prepared to corrupt oneself in the process. Dennis had never felt more alive as he reappeared in a very familiar spot.

He had no idea if Sophia still lived in the same house, but as he reappeared in the spare upstairs room, he wondered if she had been smart enough to leave. The decor was totally different. The curtains were all different as was the furniture.

Wandering out into the hall, he quietly made his way to the living room. Even there the furniture was different, but something was still familiar. That perfume. He could still smell her distinct scent, as he carefully made his way back to the main bedroom.

He knew this house well - had lived here with Sophia for eighteen months. As he entered the main bedroom, he almost suspected he had been mistaken. Even here the furniture was different. But as he turned, he noticed the dressing table. Dennis recognised instantly the jewellery box and knew that he had been almost fooled.

He was almost impressed. He had underestimated Sophia, and that is why she was not dead. But she was very, very clever.

Unfortunately, not clever enough.

Dennis heard the shower, and smirked. Wandering around the bedroom, he began to recognise a few things, but a very familiar wand sat on the bedside table.

He picked it up, recognising the runes on the handle and gripping it firmly. The water in the shower was still going, and Dennis sat at the foot of the bed.

He could wait all day for Sophia if he had to.

Sophia hadn't been able to sleep much the night before. Every time she closed her eyes Dennis was there. Back before he had disappeared, the night he attacked her, last night when she had attacked him...every single memory she had ever had with Dennis had wormed into her mind during the night.

She finally gave up on sleeping and pulled herself out of bed, stumbling through the dawn light filtering into her room from behind her curtains. She'd forgotten to take her wand into the bathroom with her like she usually did--her mind was just too full of other things.

She stood under the hot water of the shower for a long time, tears streaming down her face as she remembered the night before. Dennis was back, and she wasn't stupid enough to believe she'd killed him when she hexed him. She was living proof that things don't always work out the way you want them to.

She thought she heard something outside the bathroom, but she cast it to the side, thinking it was just her nerves. Dennis surely wouldn't be out of the hospital yet.

Unless he was found quickly.

A chill went through her spine as she turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping her towel around her body. She looked down at the counter, looking for her wand to dry her hair, but it wasn't there. She cursed herself inwardly for having left it in the bedroom, and she opened the bathroom door, her breath hitching as her eyes fell over the man sitting on her bed.

Dennis was calm and casually picked at his fingernails. He'd heard when she'd turned the water off, and the thrill of discovery ran through his body. He was almost too eager to see the look on her face.

He gazed at her wand almost lovingly, sensing the jealousy emanating from his own wand.

"Hello Sophia," he said with a low and menacing voice as she emerged from the bathroom. The smirk was still plastered on his face as he eyed the towel wrapped around her naked form. He knew every line and curve of that body, and he gazed over it with a knowing smirk.

"You know," he said as he slowly stood up, "I underestimated you. I'm quite impressed that you've managed to remove all traces of Sectumsempra from your wand."

"But do you honestly think you can go unpunished, Soph?"

Fuck fuck fuck

She had nowhere to run to. He could easily block her from escaping, especially since he had her wand. The best she could hope for was to stall him.

But stall him from what? Killing her? Attacking her again? What was going through his mind?

Her voice was cold when she spoke.

"You deserve to die, and I'm not getting arrested for doing the wizarding world a greater good by killing you."

At his last question, she swallowed, not entirely sure what he meant by that. Whatever it was, though, she knew it was not going to be good. She held his gaze, holding onto the towel just a little bit tighter.

Dennis just threw his head back and laughed when she said he deserved to die. He gazed at her wand a moment longer, before calmly pointing his own wand at it and banishing it.

"Oops," he said with a grin before turning his gaze back to her.

"No need for the towel, love. I know every inch of your body, of have you forgotten about all the fun times we had?" He walked towards her, knowing she had nowhere to run. "I thought we could... relive old times. It's not every day you find your dead lover isn't quite so dead. It's quite... exhiliarating, isn't it?"

He had her trapped against the wall and quickly put one arm up to cut off her only escape route. A hand went to the edge of her towel and gently pulled at it, revealing her naked form beneath.

Sophia begin to panic a bit when her wand disappeared from his hands, and she grew tense as he walked to her. When he pulled at her towel, she moved to grab for it, but it fell too quickly. She would have covered herself up, but she needed the use of her hands.

"Fuck you."

In one quick move, Sophia moved her hands to Dennis's shoulders and leaned in and bit him hard on the curve of his neck, tasting blood as she lifted her knee and kneed him in the groin.

He doubled over for a moment, and she ran, opening the door to the bedroom and sprinting out into the hall.

Dennis slapped at the blood on his neck and winced as he doubled over in pain. She had good aim, but he had a high tolerance for pain now, and he recovered quickly. She wasn't making anything easier for herself, and Dennis didn't know whether to be pleased, or displeased.

Ooh, she'd become feisty since their last encounter, but he smirked as she opened the door. Working through the pain, he Apparated back out into the hall, appearing just behind her as she tried to flee.

A quick flick of his wand had her hands bound tightly behind her back, and he pulled her none too gently by the hair.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, all traces of humour gone from his voice as he slammed her hard against the wall. His hand pushed her hard against the wall as his wand was drawn and pointed hard into her throat.

"I could kill you with two little words, Soph. You've not made Dennis a very happy boy today. He's all sad and confused that his lover thinks he's all evil and nasty."

Staring at her body, his eyes lingered on the scar across her belly, one hand coming down to run a finger across it. Looking back at Sophia's face, his eyes narrowed. A muttered spell later, and the glamour fell away as he saw the scar there as well.

He nodded. "I thought so," he said, gazing back into her eyes. and bringing the wand back to her throat. He watched her flinch, knowing how uncomfortable she probably was. He was getting hard just knowing how much she wasn't enjoying this.

He dragged the wand down her body, circling her breasts with it and bringing it down to point to her scar. Pressing his body against hers, he leaned in and whispered across her ear. "You know, if you had played nice, I might have been willing to help you - to make you enjoy this, but it looks like I'm going to have to do things the hard way."

As Sophia turned coming out of the room, she ran into something solid, looking up to find Dennis in front of her. She shrieked, surprised to see him there.

"How the bloody hell did you get there? You can't apparate in Hogsmeade!" Her voice was steadily getting higher the more she panicked. She hissed in pain as her hands went behind her back and Dennis pulled at her hair.

Her head hit the wall hard, and her fingers ached after being slammed against something so solid. The point of his wand was pressed uncomfortably against her neck, and she began breathing hard. "Leave me alone!"

Tears fell down her cheeks at his next words. "Fine! Kill me! Just fucking kill me already and then I could be rid of you! You're not my lover!" She struggled against him. "Get away from me!"

She closed her eyes as she felt the glamour lifted off her. No one had ever seen the scar on her face, and she hated the fact that it had to be Dennis to see it for the first time. She opened her eyes and flinched as he put the wand back against her neck, amazed by the magic radiating from it.

"What happened to you?" she whispered through her tears.

She drew her belly in as he ran the wand down her body, trying to stay as far away from him as she possibly could. When he pressed his body against hers and leaned in to whisper in her ear, she turned her face and bit him hard again.

"But the thing is, babe, I don't want you dead any more," he said emphatically. "I was supposed to kill you, but I realise now that death isn't everything. There's just as much pleasure in the anticipation, hmmm?" Dennis realised he could turn this to his advantage now.

He saw the tears and heard her confused words as he leaned in to whisper across her ear. "What happened to me? Nothing 'happened'. This is who I am, babe, who I was meant to be."

When she turned and bit him again below the ear, he yelped, slapping her hard across the face in his rage. "That, was your last mistake."

In an instant, he apparated them to her bedroom and threw her against the bed. With a casual flick of his wand her hands were bound tightly to the headboard. Knowing how lethal her kicking was, he flicked his wand again and bound her feet to the posts at the foot of the bed.

The sight of her still aroused him, despite his anger at her. Dennis pulled off his robes and stood naked, his wand still firmly within his grasp. A moment of inspiration struck and he crawled on the bed. The spell was instantly on his lips as his wand drew across the scar on her belly. The dark magic sang to him and he revelled and hardened at its touch.

She cried so prettily when she relived every slash of pain from that first attack. It was all psychological - the scar was still healed, but she didn't know that, and he sat there, aroused by the sight of her pain. It was so good.

Sophia stared at Dennis in horror, wondering what exactly it was that he wanted to do with her. To her.

When he slapped her, she shrieked again. She trembled against him, biting her lip anxiously as she blinked through her tears.

"Everything happened. What changed you?" She stared at him, already feeling a bump beginning to form along her cheekbone.

She suddenly found herself on the bed, binding spells moving around her wrists and ankles. She yelled out in pain as they grew tighter, nearly cutting off the circulation to her hands and feet.

She attempted to get away from Dennis as he crawled onto the bed, but the only part of her body that she could really move were her hips. She was terrified as she stared up at him, watching as he lowered his wand to her scar.

She let out a scream as pain lashed through her abdomen and face, coursing through her and not letting up. The pain was unbearable and she writhed on the bed, still screaming at the intense feeling.

The room started getting fuzzy in the corners, blackness slowly closing in on her, and then her eyes closed as she passed out from the pain.

Oh her screams were delicious, and Dennis hardened at her pleas. He remembered the confusion on her face when he attacked her the first time, but something was missing - it just wasn't quite the same.

He remembered, slowly caressing a hand down her side as she imagined that he was slicing her body to shreds. She was still beautiful to his eyes, and the thought of fucking her was at the front of his mind.

Spreading her legs apart and not caring if she were ready or not, he plunged his cock deep into her, wincing as he felt how dry she was. It angered him to think she wasn't aroused, and he plunged in harder, feeling something tear before a flood of wetness spread across his cock. He guessed it could only be blood and smiled.

Thrusting harder, he cursed when he realised she had blacked out. No, that would not do. He ended the curse, and fucked her slowly, waiting until she roused, revelling in the knowledge that she was at his mercy. A hand went to her breast and toyed with a nipple, tweaking it hard and twisting it violently, hoping it would rouse her quickly - he wanted to play, and she was going to be conscious for every moment.

She wakened slowly and in confusion and pain. She hissed as she felt Dennis moving inside of her, the pain unbearable. She winced and let out a small pained cry with each thrust, and she tried to push her thighs together so he couldn't move as well.

"Stop it. Please. Leave me alone." Her plea came out as a whisper, and she closed her eyes again, her tears squeezing out from under her eyelids.

She hurt so much. Every inch of her throbbed.

She screamed out suddenly as she felt his fingers around her nipple, her entire face contorting with pain as he twisted it.

She bucked up slightly, and cried out at him. "Stop!"

Dennis moved inside her, feeling her warmth around him and listening to her pleas. He watched as she struggled to push her legs together, but the binding spells had her trapped.

He smirked when she bucked up, remembering how her body used to respond to him. He fucked her harder, his tongue reached down and laved the nipple he just tweaked, before trailing up her chest as his mouth came to her earlobe. "I made a mistake last time, in assuming you were dead," he whispered.

"But I'm glad you're not. I'd love to hear you beg, Soph," he said in a menacing voice, "But I can't trust you to go running off and screaming. You've always been a formidable witch."

He could feel his release imminent as he fucked her hard, sweat soaking his hair and pouring down his chest. He could hear the sweet plea of the dark magic beckoning to him to do more to her - to satisfy it and singing of sweet promises of giving him a stronger release.

He took a deep breath, feeling a rush and nodding to some invisible voice inside his head. "Yeesss," he hissed as he cast another spell at Sophia, silencing her voice before casting that pain spell again. He wanted to hear her scream, but feeling her convulsions beneath him and watching the terror in her eyes made him come long and hard.

He was sated, and the dark magic sang sweetly to him as it cried out in joy.

Coming down from his orgasm, he stopped the pain spell suddenly, watching the terror on her face and smiling at the joy it gave him.

He ran a finger down her cheek, tracing the path of the scar and admiring his old handiwork. "How am I going to punish you for this?" he asked himself as he fingered his own scar.

His grin turned feral, as he knew exactly what to do.

She shut her eyes tight, needing to think of something--anything--that wasn't this. The way he moved inside her made her feel like she were burning from the inside out. She grimaced as his sweat dripped onto her body, hating the way it beaded down her own skin.

And then he cast the same spell as before, and she writhed in pain, feeling as if she were being sliced into again and again and again. She cried out, startled that she couldn't hear her voice at all.

She kept trying to scream, to say anything at all, but she couldn't.

Just as the pain was getting to the point where she was about to black out again, it stopped and she closed her eyes, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

She watched him in terror, not able to respond to him at all when she still couldn't speak.

Dennis climbed off her, his earlier suspicion of blood being confirmed as he watched it pool out onto the comforter. With a wave of his wand the mess was cleared, and he also healed whatever had ripped inside her body.

"Don't think I'm doing that out of compassion, love," he said menacingly. "You see, I think that it will be quite entertaining to see what would happen if you tried to tell anyone what happened here.

A sharp flick of his wand gave her voice back, but he added a flourish on the upswing that made him smirk in an amused way. "Oh please, do try and tell all your friends that innocent little Dennis Creevey raped you. I'll be thrilled to see just what will happen."

"There are curses out there that are much more painful that what you've experienced just now," he said in way of warning. "Displease me, and I'll make sure you get a taste of them." He licked his lips at the thought, dying to use the curses and hardening at the very thought of them. He would need to practice them soon. Perhaps there were some Muggles around that he could go and try them on.

He left her bound on the bed as he donned his robes, waiting for the inevitable begging or pleading or cursing to come from her lips.

She would have been lying if she said that she wasn't relieved that he had healed her, but everything else about what had happened made her want to vomit and sit in the shower for hours on end.

She didn't say a word to him as he pulled himself off the bed and began to get dressed. She turned her head to the side and looked out the window, wishing she was able to brush away her tears. The morning light still pooled in from the window.

She kept her head facing the window, but whispered very quietly to him.

"Unbind me, please." She was broken, and she knew that Dennis could probably see it, disgusted that it probably just made him even more aroused.

Dennis' mind was racing as he ensured that he had covered every trace of his tracks. He'd cast the strongest cleaning spells and made sure not a trace of himself was left in the house.

Her broken plea made him smirk as he heard the crack in her voice. He let out a little laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. Moving faster than she was expecting, he leaned over her body on the bed, still aroused enough to take her again, but relenting, as his urges were sated for the moment.

If you even think to implicate Dennis in anything... well, I'd like to see you try, love." He left her hanging, not mentioning the spell he'd cast that would make it impossible to tell anyone who had been here, and now that there was no trace of himself, he just had to wipe all traces of his magic.

Running a finger down her face, he leaned in to kiss her, but stepped back at the last minute. "Ah ah ah, I'm not going to be fooled again, Soph. I'll let you go when I'm good and ready."

With one last look around the room, he gave his wand a complex flourish and her bonds were gone. He was amused that he had left her wand behind her bedside table, the spell that would prevent summoning lasting another hour or so.

He blew her a kiss and left her with a smirk as he disapparated. She would have no idea if he would ever be back, and the idea of her uncertainty sent a thrill through him.

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He reappeared back in his bedroom at home, treading quietly as he looked in his mirror. The bite mark on his neck was deepening, and he cursed the bitch from afar as he healed it.

Undoing the wards and spells on his door, he crawled under his duvet and relaxed into a most satisfying sleep.

As soon as Dennis had left the room, Sophia pulled herself off the bed and ran into the bathroom, pulling the lid of the toilet up as she got sick.

She vomited until there was nothing else inside of her. Dennis had been able to make her feel completely empty inside. Literally. She sniffed as she flushed the toilet and moved to the sink to brush her teeth.

When she was done, she turned her shower on as hot as it would go and stepped inside, sinking down to the bottom of the tub. The water poured over her, blazing hot, and Sophia leaned her head back and cried.