Karkaroff seemed nervous, sitting opposite Harry in Snape's office, at a quarter to nine in the morning.
"Yes. Karkaroff is one of us. But Potter, don't, don't-"
"Don't what? Carry out my orders? The Dark Lord himself told me to do this, Karkaroff. You can't get me not to"
"Speak to me with respect, boy! I-"
"I was told, if you gave me any trouble, to pass on this message to you. The Dark Lord said I stand above you in his eyes. If anything, you should speak to me with respect"
Cold, black eyes met green and darted away.
"Do not leave permanent damage. Please"
"I'll see what I can do," Harry said, standing. "But he was already making comments this morning again. He's really quite stupid. Why did you even think he was appropriate to recruit? And to bring here?"
Karkaroff bristled. "My decisions-"
He breathed in deeply and spoke in a more level tone. "He is a relented duelist. We need fighters, as well as people to guide them. He does well when he doesn't have to think"
"Clearly. He's clearly very good at following orders. Like not saying anything about the Dark Lord"
With that, Harry stalked out of the room, leaving Karkaroff sitting at the table, lost in thought.
As dinner ended, and everyone started getting up from the tables, Harry nodded to Daphne.
' I just hope she follows the plan. If this doesn't work out properly, I'll be so fucked'
They got up, muttering something about going for a walk, and left the table, ignoring Blaise's wolf-whistle.
Ahead of them, they could make out the Durmstrang crowd, heading out the entrance. Harry could clearly see Karkaroff, walking on his own at the back of the group.
' Couldn't have been better if I had planned that'
They followed, not talking.
' I wonder if she's feeling as nervous as I am?'
When they got outside, the cold air greeted them, the breeze blowing it into their face. A mist was starting to rise, making the grass look alien and mysterious.
"I'll be right by you. I won't say anything until it's over" Daphne promised, pulling the cloak over herself and disappearing from view.
Harry nodded, feeling too anxious to speak.
He raised his wand, making sure it was aimed correctly.
"Imperio!"
The spell hit. Immediately, Karkaroff stopped walking and stood in his place. The rest of the Durmstrang group carried on, not noticing anything was amiss.
It was strange, having the Imperius on him. It felt like-like there was another awareness in Harry's mind. He couldn't feel what Karkaroff was feeling, couldn't see his thoughts, but he could sense him.
"Follow me. Walk quietly" He said, focusing that same thought on the awareness within him.
Immediately, Karkaroff started walking, a few meters behind Harry. He looked back every so often to confirm, but Karkaroff still followed.
The grounds were quiet. There were few students walking around, and those that were made no effort to go unnoticed, so Harry could easily avoid them.
Before long, they reached the Whomping Willow. As they drew near, it started waving its branches threateningly at Harry. He cast a freezing charm on it, and it stopped.
"There is a large knot on its trunk. Press on it"
Karkaroff walked forwards and did so.
The trunk of the tree opened up, stretching wider and wider. It looked like a gaping mouth, waiting to swallow them.
"Go. Go through the tunnel"
He could feel resistance from the small bit of Karkaroff in his mind. He quashed it, and repeated again, more forcefully.
"Go through the tunnel"
Karkaroff did so, ducking to get through the hole.
"Daph. Come in right behind me" Harry muttered, hoping she was still near enough to him to hear. "I don't think it stays open that long"
Indeed, he had only taken a few steps down the tunnel when the entrance began closing behind him. He spun around, suddenly terrified.
"Daphne? You here?"
"Yes. Came in just before it closed" she whispered back, her voice sounding oddly disjointed as it emerged from thin air.
"Great. Stay close, and quiet please"
They exited the tunnel, to find Karkaroff standing still, looking lost.
Behind him, there was a dust-coated bed.
' I need something I can tie him to'
He spotted a broken chair.
Grimacing, he flicked his wand and muttered "mutatium"
' At least that worked. Won't be very comfortable, but who cares, right?'
Stifling a nervous giggle, he commanded "Give me your wand"
Karkaroff drew it and handed it over. Harry threw it onto the bed.
"Sit in that chair. Put your arms on the armrests"
Karkaroff did so.
"Incarcerous"
Thick ropes snaked out of his wand and tied themselves around Karkaroff's arms.
Harry nodded and started casting privacy spells around them, ending with a muffliato.
' And now the fun starts'
He removed the Imperius.
Karkaroff shook his head a few times, and blinked repeatedly, in rapid succession.
His eyes focused and widened slightly.
"Potter! What do you do? You-"
Harry didn't have time to enjoy the way he paled when a wand was raised in his face.
"You talk too much. Crucio!"
His screams echoed off the boarded up windows. Harry shook, as a wave of intense pleasure flooded him.
With a great effort, he removed the spell. Slowly, the shrieks of pain died down, and Poliakoff sat there, twitching.
"Do I have your attention now?"
"Potter-please. Please-"
He could feel himself stirring. He was growing hard, listening to this.
"You were given orders, Karkaroff. You were told not to draw attention to yourself. You were told not to mention the Dark Lord, to give no hint that he has returned"
Eyes widening comically, the bound boy spluttered. "You-you-"
"The Dark Lord recruited me himself, idiot. He ordered me to do this. Have you ever even met Him? Does He even know you exist?"
"Please!"
"Crucio!"
He lifted the spell, hating the end of it. He sniffed.
"You pissed yourself. You're disgusting. Worthless. If you can't obey orders, do you even deserve to live?"
Karkaroff's head shot up, fear evident in his trembling face.
"Please! I-I do better!"
"Will you?"
' Diffindo!'
He hadn't been certain the spell would work, non-verbally. It did, though. A gash appeared in Karkaroff's arm, tearing through his robe. Blood shot out in one squirt, before starting to ooze out slowly.
"PLEASE! NO KILL!"
He started rattling off something in Polish, begging for his life.
Harry smiled and squeezed his fingers into the cut.
Karkaroff arched his back, his whole body tensing as he screamed. Louder, even, than he had under the Cruciatus.
"Listen to me. You're gonna shut up, ok? No more mentioning the Dark Lord. Not even when talking about history, all right?"
"Yes! Yes! No more!"
"And no more making your stupid fucking comments to me. Unless you want another session?"
He shook his head frantically. "No! No more!"
"You realize, that you could have ruined everything? If I was really what you thought I was, and I had gone to Dumbledore. What would have happened?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No more, I no do it again! Please!"
"I don't know if I can believe you," Harry said sweetly, in a sing-song tone.
"Please! Ple-"
"Crucio"
Eventually, he regretfully let the spell end.
' No permanent damage, right?'
"I wish I could just leave you under that forever. Or at least, for an hour or so. It would be amazing. Maybe that's what I'll do if you fuck up again"
"N-n-no. Please"
"Don't make me. Now, before I let you go. I want to know who else in Durmstrang is with us?"
"O-Olga. Carolus. Pieter. Bjorn. Ivan"
"Good for them that they're smarter than you, hey. You're an idiot, aren't you?"
"Yes"
"Say it. What are you?"
"I-I am idiot"
"Good. It's important to know what you are"
' Serpensortia!'
A large, greenish snake appeared.
" $Hello. Will you please go with this one, see that he goes to the lake? If he goes toward the castle, I want you to bite him$"
She hissed, sticking out her tongue.
" $If that is what you wish$"
" $It is. And if anyone meets him on the way, come back and tell me$"
" $As you say$"
"She's going to go with you, to make sure you don't take any detours. She'll bite you if you do"
"I- I won't. You-you speak, you-"
"Shut up"
He did, a bit of drool escaping his mouth as he closed it.
Harry vanished the ropes, walked over to the bed, and threw the wand back to him. He fumbled it and scrabbled around on the floor before managing to pick it up.
"If you're thinking about taking revenge, you should know that the Dark Lord will punish you far, far worse than I just did"
"No-no I-"
"Shut up. Get out of here. Don't make me have to deal with you again"
He ran out with the snake at his heels, tripping twice before managing to get to the entrance. Only after he heard the tunnel closing again did Harry speak.
"Daph?"
"I'm here"
She threw the cloak off of herself, appearing out of nowhere, face flushed.
Without seeming to cross the intervening space, Harry was on her, lips crashing together as he pulled her tight to him, his throbbing arousal poking into her.
He growled, and thrust a hand up her robes, squeezing her tits.
' Mine!'
There was no conscious thought. Just a haze, a cloud of pleasure and overpowering desire.
His hand stroked her abdomen, trailing a line down her body.
He started stroking her lips, feeling her moisture cover his hand.
Slowly, he pushed a finger in.
She moaned into his mouth, her own hand lowering itself to his groin.
She squeezed, and he pulled his mouth off of hers.
"I. I want to fuck you. Right now"
She stared at him, naked desire warring with her self-control.
"No. Not here. Not like this"
"But-"
"My first time is not going to be on some shitty bed in a shack"
And she got on her knees in front of him.
She pulled away his robes and seemed to inhale him, pushing her forehead up against his pelvis.
He thrust into her mouth, roughly grabbing her head and pulling it forward.
Before long, he could feel the pressure beginning to build.
"Fuck, Daph, I'm gonna-"
With a grunt, he smashed his hips forward, exploding into her mouth.
He pulled out of her, watching as she swallowed.
"That. That was fucking amazing" he said.
She looked up at him and smiled impishly. "I did say I'd make it worth your while"
"That you did," he said, chuckling, and helped her to her feet.
"I kind of hope one of them fucks up again. That was awesome"
"Same"
"But if there is a next time. Maybe-maybe you would let me cast one of them?"
He laughed and hugged her. "Maybe"
They made their way back to the castle under the cloak, whispering to each other, in high spirits.
No-one watching would have suspected those two teens of having tortured someone, barely half an hour before that.
As they made their way through the corridors, trying to keep silent, trying to stifle their laughter, they didn't notice an eye focusing on them, watching their movements.
How could they have been expected to see the watcher?
After all, they weren't the only ones with an invisibility cloak.