Revenge

By Abraxis/Abraxisdragon

Disclaimer: Aren't mine. No money involved

Warning: slash, very dark, character death.

"I want you."

"You're out of your feeble, Gryffindor mind!"

"According to 99.99 percent of the wizarding world, I've never been in it. Even the sorting hat denied the Gryffindor part of that. Now think of the wonderful revenge it will be all the way around for you to fuck me."

As the tall, dark man looked down on the virgin sacrifice, crucified on the silken sheets of his bed, and slowly began unbuttoning his robes, he knew the revenge being taken wasn't his.

"Now, you take me to Voldemort."

"What?!?!?"

"You take me to Voldemort and I do what everyone expects me to do and it's over."

As the dark man stood, surrounded by everyone who had ever claimed to have loved the boy, and looked up at the small smile on the dead lips of the crucified hero on the wall of Voldemort's dungeon, an equally dead dark lord at his feet, he realized just how right the sorting hat had been about the boy. Only a true Slytherin could have fulfilled the destiny of saving their world with the revenge of condemning those who had forced that destiny upon him to the deepest levels of their own personal hells.