"How could you do this to me?" he said, eyes wet with unshed tears that he refused to let fall, refused to allow the man in front of him to see any weakness in him.
"Was I not enough, did I not shower you in enough praise, did I not fawn over your every move, did I not stroke your ego enough that you decided to cheat on me and take on a lover, a whore?" he asked bitterly, but to be fair he had every right to be bitter. He sneered, something he never did, and it showed just how disgusted he was with the vile man in front of him, even as a few wayward tears started to dribble down his cheeks unchecked, the disgust and anger in his expression was clear and could not be missed.
He watched in dark amusement as his soon to be ex's whore scrambled out from his bed, tried to cover herself with his sheet and watched him in trepidation and fear.
"Get out," his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, and his face calm and tranquil despite the tears that had stopped and were starting to dry, but there was a dark undertone in his voice belaying his anger that promised pain for anyone who didn't listen.
Unfortunately for Severus he didn't hear it or simply chose to ignore it and made no move to obey, staying seated calmly on the bed, and even daring to grin, having convinced himself that his soft lover wouldn't dare hurt him and amused at his apparent anger.
At seeing his ex lover still sitting naked on his bed and having the gall to actually grin at him, he grew even angrier and his magic lashed out sending Severus flying in to the wall and pining there whilst simultaneously pushing his ex's whore to the opposite wall.
While Harry would normally have been horrified at having done such a thing to a person that he cared about, his anger was just so overwhelming in that moment that his mind was hazy, and he just couldn't bring himself to care.
"How dare you, you disgusting piece of scum, how dare you come into my house and fuck a whore on my bed, I should cut off your balls for daring to fuck another behind my back." Harry said this with so much disgust and utter seriousness that Severus was starting to feel scared, after all he may have been the Gryffindors' lover, but Harry was the Dark Lords second-in-command rivalled only by the Bellatrix and the Dark Lord himself and he knew Harry could very well make good on his threat.
Harry turned from Severus to pickup his wand that he had dropped on entering the room and placed it on Severus' Dark Mark, after all he hadn't had one of his own since the ink never stuck to his skin due to his magic terminating it. Severus' eyes widened at that and started to struggle, however feebly, because he knew that the Dark Lord held a certain soft spot for the former Gryffindor and would most likely kill him for hurting his treasure, his Horcrux.
Severus' felt the burning pain that came with calling the Dark Lord to him and knew he was done for unless he somehow convinces the Dark Lord that it was Harrys' fault.
There was a creak from the old wooden door that alerted them to the arrival of a fourth resident. Harry turned in the direction of the door and smiled as he came face-to-face with a twenty-five-year-old looking, devilishly handsome Tom Riddle Jr.
The Dark Lord had gotten his previous appearance back after Harry had concocted a potion that sent his body, magic and soul back to the point in which it was at its prime thus gaining back his youthful appearance, having his prodigal magic back and having pieced his soul back together, except for the soul piece inside of Harry that made sure he retained his immortality.
"My Lord, I wish have your approval as to whether or not I may kill Snape" he said it with such utter seriousness whilst still smiling that it threw the Dark Lord off balance for a moment before he quickly regained his bearings.
"Marvalo," he corrected, "Harry, how many times must I tell you to call me Marvalo and might I inquire as to why you wish to murder my potions master," finally looking around the dark lord noticed Snape stuck to the wall with the female Carrow twin stuck to the other, both naked and sporting whip thin gashes along their fronts.
"That thing you call a potions master decided to take on a whore in my own house no less," Harry said, his anger back ten-fold.
"He what?" The Dark Lords voice sounded outwardly calm but there was a steely undertone that showed just how much he disliked the thought of anyone doing such a thing to his green-eyed angel, much less the man he didn't think deserved to walk on the ground harry spat on, but he supposed he might be slightly biased.
The only reason he hadn't stopped his angel from pursuing the man in the first place was because it would make Harry upset and he didn't wish for such a thing to occur even if he was slightly at, so he let it be, but now he could see that probably wasn't such a good idea after all.
"My Lord d-d-don't l-listen to h-him, t-t-the little s-slut d-deserved it, he made m-m-me do this, its-s all hi-is fault-t-t, please m-my L-l-lord." Severus' begged, stuttering due to a mixture of shock and pain, not knowing he was only making Marvalo angrier with each stuttered word out of his mouth.
The whore Severus' had bought home stayed silent, knowing better than to bring attention to herself lest she be on the end of the two most powerful wizards in Europes' wrath.
Marvalo moved closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and leant his chin on the shorter mans head, Harry being stunted in height due to his abuse and malnourishment as a child, something he was still annoyed at and took gleefully out on the Dursleys.
The Dark Lord had always been rather affectionate with his Horcrux, something that shocked harry out of his core the first time Marvalo had run his fingers through his inky black locks or leant his head against the others shoulder.
"My angel, what will you have me do to him?" Marvalo murmured into harry hair, enjoying the warmth and the natural smell of his treasure.
"I-I don't know," Harry said meekly, the evenings events were catching up with him and it was taking its toll.
"How about we put him in the dungeons with his whore while you rest?" The Dark Lord asked, realising Harry was probably tired now that his anger had faded, leaving him most likely emotionally drained.
"Alright," Harry replied, trying to keep the black spots in his vision at bay before realising it was futile and instead leant back into the Dark Lords embrace and allowing himself to be picked up and carried out of the room towards the apparition point. Leaving the other two behind still attached to the wall to be dealt with later after he had secured his precious into a bed to rest.
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