Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter that will be used, unfortunately.
Summary: Harry was captured by Death Eaters and taken to Voldemort. Can he defeat him and come out alive? It's the end of one thing but is it the beginning of another?
Warning: Torture, Blood, Death, Slash
Title: The end…or the Beginning?
Chapter One
It was almost comical as I was bound with wrist behind my back and on my knees in my underwear, dark green bikinis surrounded by Death Eaters and Voldemort who sat on his throne like some twisted version of royalty. The Death Eaters were all unmasked and I could see every one of their sadistic faces. Smirking, sneering and taunting me their eyes showed with maniac glee as I was set before them.
Voldemort was conversing with Lucius Malfoy as he stroked the man's thigh. I wanted to retch in disgust no matter how much the Dark Lord had changed. I'm 19 now and over the past four years the snake-faced bastard had gotten himself a body much more attractive then he had back in my fourth year. He was tall, about 6'2-6'3 and had shoulder length black hair. His build was that of a Quidditch chaser, muscled but not stocky or bulky. His eyes were still that horrible crimson color but the rest of his face was that of a human; elegant nose not too big and not to long and his lips, which he actually had now were full. I found him disgusting still but it seems Mr. Malfoy there had other opinions.
Looking around the rest of the circle I took note of the others I knew. Parkinson, Zabini, and Crabbe and Goyle all students from my year who turned to Voldemort when school ended almost 2 years ago. I am surprised when I don't see Malfoy Jr. anywhere among the group. He, like many other Slytherins had disappeared after seventh year ended and everyone thought he went to join Voldemort like daddy dearest. I was curious about this and used my legilimency ability on Parkinson and Zabini to see if he was around. I tried Parkinson first, she had shields up but nothing I couldn't break through with a little push and came up with nothing on Malfoy. Same with Zabini, except he knew that Malfoy was here, wherever here is. He just didn't know where they were keeping him here. Apparently from what I could gather Voldemort was holding Malfoy Jr. captive. Interesting.
Speaking of the Dark Bastard, as if I hadn't been already, that reminds me of how I ended up here. We, as in the Order, were alerted of the Death Eaters attacking a wizarding town and went to stop them. We had apparated to the town were buildings were on fire and the Death Eaters were torturing and killing people. We spread out immediately to stop them and went into action firing hexes and curses. Ron, Hermione, Remus and Snape, who had been found out as a spy a couple months back and barely escaped alive, with myself formed a group and went after Death Eaters. This wasn't too unusual anymore as me and Snape had come to an agreement of sorts. Anyway as we were fighting we got split up by a curse the Dark Lord had invented to cause mild explosions. I was concerned for the others and while I recovered and got back to fighting I searched for them. I prayed they were alive, I had had enough of people I know dying. As I was knocking out the last Death Eater near me I looked around and caught a glimpse of red in the periphery of my vision. I turned and saw Ron getting up off the ground.
"Come on mate, I saw a few of them head this way!" He had shouted looking at me. I noticed vaguely that his voice was slightly different, deeper, and more hoarse but I had pushed the thought away and with one last glance around, I saw not far away Hermione, Snape and Remus fighting off Death Eaters. I was secure in the knowledge they could take care of themselves and would be alright and with that I ran off with Ron. I really should have thought that through better because the second I rounded the building he had run behind I was stunned, silenced and bound by ropes on the ground.
"You really are to naïve Potter," Ron had said to me and then I realized what I had brushed aside earlier. The voice was deeper and had a bit of an accent that Ron didn't have. That wasn't Ron. The next I knew the fake Ron had shot green sparks out of his wand into the sky and then I was apparted away with the fake Ron.
That's how I ended up here. In front of the Dark Lord bound and on my knees while he practically molested Malfoy Sr. in font me. I wanted to gag. I had nothing against gay's being gay myself, but this was VOLDEMORT and LUCIUS MALFOY were talking about. I shudder to think of them doing…things…to each other, the mental images will scar me for life. I look back at the Dark Bastard and see he's wrapping up his conversation with Malfoy Sr. and turning to look at me. Oh, this isn't going to be pretty!
Normal POV
Voldemort stood from his throne and looked around at his Death Eaters a hush falling over the room. The many faces looked at him expectantly and he smirked at his followers, ready to proceed.
"Tonight My Loyal Death Eaters," he said in an almost seductive hiss. "tonight we are here to see the end of the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter." A raucous applause went up at this and the Dark Lord allowed his servants to bask a bit in the knowledge. Finally he raised his hands and the applause died down.
"This has been an event we have waited long and hard for and now we have our reward for our wait. But I think we should have a little fun with our reward before we...exterminate it. Don't you all agree?" Another riotous cheer went up at this. Lips twisting in a sadistic grin the Dark Lord raised his wand and pointed at the bound man in front of him. "Crucio!" he hissed and, red eyes gleaming with maniac pleasure he watched as the curse hit the black haired man.
Harry felt the curse hit him and bit down on his lip, determined to not scream out. But it hurt, oh Merlin, did it hurt. He felt like a million needles were piercing his skin and that his muscle were being squeezed and his bones were twisting and being grinded together. He bit down on his lip until he tasted the coppery tang of blood. He felt the curse lifted and realized he was on the floor in an almost fetal position, breathing hard and sweating and he was sure he was bleeding also.
"Oh don't worry Potter; I'll get you to scream before it's over." Voldemort said and his high, chilling laughter filled the room. Harry shivered and tried to focus, he just needed to wait for the bastard to stop playing with him and for him to cast the curse. He just had to hang on a little longer.
Voldemort looked to one of his Death Eaters with a calculating look, back to the man on the floor and then the Death Eater again. "Dolohov! You're expertise might come in handy in this situation." Voldemort said and watched as the man stepped forward, a wicked looking blade being pulled out of the belt of his pants. The hilt was black ebony with a gleaming blade that looked incredibly sharp. The man, tall with dark brown hair, Dolohov, stepped out of the circle and toward the man on the floor. There was a sick smile twisting his lips and a sadistic glint in his eyes.
"Dolohov, why don't you see if you could get Mr. Potter here to scream?" It was a command sounding almost like a question. Dolohov nodded and knelt in front of the black haired man who still lay on the floor pulling a bag off his back and setting it on the floor. He pulled his wand out and muttered something under his breath. Next thing anybody saw was the black hair man, unbound, but spread on the floor with arms out to his sides and legs shoulder width apart, kept down with invisible bonds.
Harry was starting to feel fear build up in him. He knew Dolohov's specialty was torture, especially blades and he didn't want to suffer through a session with the man. He had a few options; scream so hopefully it was over sooner or keep quiet as long as possible and suffer through the pain. His Gryffindor side was saying to remain strong and not give in but his Slytherin side was saying to play as much to his advantage as possible. He decided to shove the Gryffindor in him down and let his Slytherin half come to the surface.
Dolohov smirked as he looked at the man. He was truly going to enjoy this. He put the tip of the blade to Harry's bicep, pressing just enough into the flesh. Then without hesitation he pressed the blade into the arm, drawing blood and dragged the blade slowly down the tanned arm, breaking the skin. He watched as the crimson red liquid bubbled to the surface before trickling from the cut.
Harry had tensed and inhaled sharply as the tip was pressed to his skin, let out a hiss when the blade was pressed into his arm and gasped and almost screamed when the blade was dragged slowly down his arm. He didn't want to give in to Voldemort and his Death Eater but he wanted this ended and over with.
Dolohov chuckled darkly at the sounds Harry had made as he readied his blade to continue. The first cut he had ended at the elbow and he ran a finger through the blood before licking the tip of his finger clean. He did the same thing as the first cut; putting three on each bicep and watching them bleed, occasionally tasting the blood. He hadn't gotten the man to really scream though, yelp yes, whimper, definitely, but scream? No, he hadn't gotten that but he was going to.
Harry was spread on the floor sweating, bleeding but not crying. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction to see him shed tears. But it hurt, Merlin, did it hurt and he wanted nothing but to cry out but he wouldn't, not yet anyway. He knew they expected him to be stubborn and resist from screaming as long as possible and he was doing that. He had to bide enough time. He could hear the other Death Eaters cheering and booing and whatnot depending on what he did what noise he made. He could hear the Dark Lord hissing and chuckling every now and then too.
Dolohov set his knife back into his belt and looked manically thoughtful for a minute before he pulled a favorite device of his from a bag sat next to him. It was a round ball with dangerously sharp two inch spikes protruding from it that was attached to a stick of about six inches. It was a mace. Harry saw it and paled even further then he already was.
Dolohov grabbed the wooden handle of the mace and, with just the right amount of pressure, jabbed the spikes into Harry's leg, ripping a scream from him like he wanted. The Death Eaters cheered and yelled at the sound, Voldemort gave a twisted version of a smile and Dolohov smirked triumphantly. But he didn't stop there. With mace in hand and spikes imbedded into the man's thigh he raked the tool down his thigh; strips of glistening red flesh hanging from the thigh. And Dolohov reveled in the screams from his victim.
Harry couldn't have held in the sounds at this point even if he wanted to. The spikes digging into his thigh, the feeling of the flesh being stripped from the bone; it hurt and he was beyond caring that he had to maintain a certain composure. Dolohov pulled the mace from the bloody leg with a sickening sound and imbedded it into the other thigh. He repeated the same movement and dragged it down the thigh to just above the knee, shredding the skin, leaving strips of flesh to hang from the thigh. And Harry screamed; screamed for all he was worth, voice growing hoarser and rougher by the second.
Dolohov set the mace beside him and pulled a potion bottle from his belt. He used the relatively simple but hard to make potion on victims frequently. It worked like salt on an open wound but the only difference was it hurt five times worse than salt since the Belladonna in it, in the small amount the potion requires, wouldn't poison the person but worked to increase the sting the potion was to cause. Uncorking the vial he went about systematically pouring a few drops over each wound.
Harry screamed at the sting the potion caused. It was like someone had poured a whole box of salt into each wound, only this felt like it burned. His skin felt like it was on fire and slowly increasing it heat. His throat hurt, his eyes prickled with the sensation of coming tears and his head was fuzzy and pounding painfully. He moaned pitifully, wondering just how much more he could take.
Dolohov smiled darkly at the bound and bleeding man. He wanted to continue but he had succeeded in what his Lord had commanded of him and to proceed without permission would be worthy of punishment. He looked to the Dark Lord, head bowed, from under dark lashes awaiting his next order.
Voldemort was proud of his Death Eater for accomplishing what he had wanted. The brat had screamed, wonderful pain filled screams that set his blood on fire. "Good work Dolohov, my pet. You may rejoin the circle." It was an order and Dolohov knew it. He pouted briefly before gathering his things and rejoining the circle of Death Eater.
Harry was happy the Death Eater was done; it meant he was that much closer to killing Voldemort. Voldemort twirled his wand lazily in his hand and looked at the man on the floor. Standing from his throne he approached the man on the floor and, looking down at him began to circle him slowly, still twirling his wand idly in his hand.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen Potter, wouldn't you agree? Savior to the world now nothing but a bound and bleeding man," a hissing chuckling was heard. Harry followed Voldemort with his eyes as he walked alert for what the man was going to do. "Those mudbloods will be so disappointed that their hero," he spat sarcastically. "Isn't going to be able to save them." He tsked mockingly stopping at Harry's left side. With a smirk he pointed his wand at him and said, almost casually, "Crucio."
Harry jerked against his invisible bonds and began writhing on the stone floor. His already painful wounds were aggravated even more with the curse on him and the scream he emitted couldn't have been stopped and the tears that had been held at bay finally coursed down his cheeks. He could distantly hear the high laughter of the Dark Lord and the noise of the Death Eaters. Harry let out a groan, loud and long as he shuddered and writhed under the pain. Finally Voldemort lifted the curse and Harry lay limp on the stone floor, shudders running through his body, skin feeling like it was burning and muscles aching.
"You've been a pain to me for too long Potter and I'm happy to finally be getting rid of you. Once you're dead I will pick off each of your friends. I would have waited to torture and kill them in front of you but I wanted you gone as soon as possible." Voldemort was saying casually as Harry twitched violently on the floor a few times, aftershocks of Cruciatus still running through his body.
"Must be terrible to know all your friends and loved ones are going to die because you couldn't save them." There was a venomous sweetness of mock concern in the sibilant voice. "Well Potter it has been a real…pleasure having you around but I have bigger and greater things to move onto, you understand." A mocking laugh that had the hint of a hiss was heard. "Goodbye Potter. Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort spat hatefully wand pointed at the bound man, green light erupting from the wooden tip of his wand and spirally toward Harry.
Harry, meanwhile, through the whole Evil Bastard Before Killing Archenemy rant, was gathering his magic slowly to him. He wasn't fully recovered from the earlier activities but he had the feeling that Voldemort would be done with him soon and be ready to kill him. So he gathered his magic as the Dark Lord spouted his arrogant speech and waited for the right moment. And he had it when the Dark Lord said he had to get on to bigger and better things. Having built his magic up gathering it into the core of his being he slowly let it begin to trickle outwards. And as Voldemort uttered the word Avada from five feet away Harry pushed his magic from him and rasped loudly and forcefully in a strong voice: "Essentia De Luxcis!"
The room exploded in a bright white light that fanned outward and engulfed the room. Voldemort screamed as his words were cut off and he was hit with this white light that shot through him and encompassed. The Death Eaters were screaming also as they were hit with this bright light.
Harry trembled slightly as he released the magic and it took action. The spell was a difficult one to cast and he wasn't really sure at first if could do it in his weakened state but he was determined to win against this monster and determination and desperation combined were heady mixes that pushed a person to be able to do what they wanted. And he wanted Voldemort gone, for good this time.
Voldemort fell to his knees, still screaming and hissing and cursing what was happening to him. Then he stopped screaming and his red eyes rolled around in his head and he fell face first to the stone floor with a thud.
Around him Harry heard the Death Eaters stop screaming also and then the bright white light began to slowly fade away bringing the room back into sight. The invisible bonds on his arms and legs disappeared and he leaned up onto his elbows wincing and grimacing at the pain he felt and looked around him. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were all on the floor and he knew at least Voldemort was dead but he wasn't sure what happened to the Death Eaters. He wasn't sure if the spell killed them or knocked them unconscious. With a grunt he tried to move his legs to stand but the pain that shot through them and the rest of his body was enough to make him stay still where he was. He sighed as he lay back on the stone floor willing him self not to pass out from the nausea he was feeling or the pain or the headache. And Merlin did his head hurt! He trembled lightly as his vision started to darken around the edges. He wanted to stay awake but the pain thrumming through his body was drawing him into the Land Of The Unconscious and with a deep groan he passed out, the room spiraling around him the last thing he saw.
Translation:
Essentia De Luxcis: Essence of Light