I hate, hate, hate post-"Voldemort-attacked-the-wizarding-community and has-now-erected-his-own-lunatic-realm-of-fear" fiction. Harry always ends up prisoner who, despite his initial 'misgivings', falls in love with his captor of choice (pick either Draco, Snape or Lucius here). Makes me want to hurl. Authors, can you say "Stockholm Syndrome"? Well, I can. No relationship starts out like that. Any given 'consent' under those circumstances is just a farce and a cover for rape.

Reading such a story makes me mad and plot scenarios in which Harry simply grabs a handgun and blasts them all away. Yeah, that's sick, too. But way more excusable.