Author's Note: Yay! Another story, this one has been in my head for awhile, but I'm just now getting it down. First time doing one for Harry Potter too, so wish me luck!
Warnings: Torture, rape, blood, gore. There will be slash (boy/boy) in later chapters. The pairing, Harry x Voldemort (Tom Riddle Jr.) You have been warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, that would go to J.K. Rowling!
Harry was laying on his small bed, in the cramped room the Dursley's had given him when they found out the letter's showed exactly where he was living. He glared up at the ceiling, he would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts in three more weeks. Hurray! He thought sarcastically. It was last year when he finally came to realise that his so called friends have actually just been using him for money and fame. He had been debating whether or not to just ignore it and pretend like nothing changed, but on the other hand, he was getting annoyed.
Ron, Hermione, and even Ginny had all been keeping close tabs on him, Ron when they were in their dorm rooms, Hermione in the common room and basically everywhere else, Ginny was easier to shake off, because she only approached him in the common room or during meals. Harry scowled, now that he really thought about it, he never got a minute to himself. Hmph. They probably go and tattle to that twinkling old coot. Yes, Harry was also aware that Dumbledore had been trying to manipulate him the past five years, unfortunately for him, Harry did know what manipulating looked like. So, while he was aware of that he hadn't known that his friends would betray him. He should've figured, people are greedy, he shouldn't have expected differently from them.
No, there is going to be a change. A very drastic change. Harry had a manic grin on his face, his eyes shining with malice. The first change, getting rid of those horrid muggles that I call my relatives! He snorted with disgust. Harry swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood, stretching out he let his joints give out satisfying pops. I bet they never thought that the precious Golden Boy, would go Dark. He laughed and grabbed his wand that had lay on the nightstand beside his bed. Though, that isn't completely accurate. I've always been cruel, I guess I've just made myself quite an amazing mask. He complimented himself and strode out of the ugly room, oozing power.
Calmly descending the stairs he made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. He saw his overly obese uncle sitting at the table and his giraffe-necked aunt standing by the stove cradling a cup of tea. His pig cousin had his full attention on the television, his hand absentmindedly stuffing food into his fat face. His uncle was the first to notice him, "What do you want, boy!" He bellowed, spittle flying out of his mouth. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Oh, just to watch the three of you scream in agony, dear uncle." He whispered sweetly. Raising his wand he pointed it Vernon, "Crucio!" He hissed loudly. His uncle dropped to the floor screaming in extreme agony, withering on the floor. Harry smirked and let the curse come to an end. Vernon panted on the floor his body shaking. Dudley had already gotten up and run over to his mother, both cowering in a corner in fear.
Harry casually walked over to the knife stand and fingered the handle of the chef's knife, pulling it out he caressed the blade. "Sharp." He whispered, looking into the eyes of his aunt Petunia. He walked closer to them and ran the tip of the blade down his aunt's cheek, she whimpered and tears began to run down her face. "Please." She begged. Dudley quickly stood up and tried to make a run for the door only getting a foot away, "Stupefy!" Harry yelled and his cousin fell to the ground unconscious. "Well, he isn't very kind is he? Just leaving you and Vernon. Tsk, tsk , tsk." Harry grabbed Petunia by her scrawny arm and dragged her to the middle of the floor. She began sobbing, "Come on, Petunia. We haven't even started the fun yet." He admonished, grabbing her by her pathetic bangs he slammed her head into the hard tile. She let out a loud yelp then slunk to the floor dazed.
Harry chuckled, "So weak," he straddled her waist pinning her hands underneath his knees. Picking up the large knife he experimentally stabbed it into her left shoulder. She let out a an ear piercing scream, "Nice. It went in so smoothly, hmm, maybe too smoothly." He laughed. Petunia tried to struggle away from him, pulling at her hands and thrashing her legs, but Harry wasn't a scrawny little brat anymore, sure he needed more work, but he was definitely strong enough to hold her down. "Ah, ah, ah," He wagged his finger in front of her eyes, "We still have so much more to do!" He chirped. He grabbed the knife more delicately and stabbed it into her arm not enough to reach bone, but almost. He began dragging it down and occasionally dug it deeper or gave a sharp twist, once he reached her hand he pulled it out. Petunia had screamed the whole way through, her throat sore and she lay shivering on the ground. "P-p-please, st-stop." She sobbed out brokenly. Harry cocked his head to the right and looked down at her in thought. "Maybe, just maybe. I'll kill you now, it would be a mercy. I guess you weren't as bad as your husband and son, though you're still a disgusting bitch." Raising the knife he jammed it into the left side of her throat and pulling it out he once again slammed it in, now on the right side. She looked up at him in pain and gurgled out some kind of groan, he watched in fascination as her blood made a puddle around her head and her body slumped lifelessly underneath him.
Standing up he made his way over to him uncle, "Really, you're still just twitching over here on the floor? How pathetic." He spat out. "I only held you under the Cruciatus Curse for 20 seconds, surely I've given you enough time to recover?" He asked bending down so his face was directly above his uncles. "Guess not, considering you can't even answer a simple question." He said annoyed and kicked him in the ribs hard. Vernon wheezed and curled into a ball, or as much of a ball as he could manage, what with all that fat in his way."Say, do we have any grapefruit spoons? You know, the ones with ridged edges?" He asked as he shuffled through the cutlery drawer, "Ah! Here I found one!" He exclaimed raising the mentioned citrus spoon. "I figured we could have some fun with this." He said excitedly, walking back over to Vernon.
Vernon covered his face with shaking hands and pulled his knees even closer. "Now, now. Let me see those eyes." Harry reprimanded. Vernon just pushed them closer together, Harry 'tsked', "You aren't being very cooperative." He growled and walked back to the drawers, pulling one open he pulled out the scissors that could cut through bone. Humming thoughtfully he snipped them a couple times, "Yes, these will do." He murmured and squatted down next to his crying uncle. Pulling away one meaty finger he brought the scissors around it and snapped them closed. The finger thumped onto the tile and Vernon shrieked cradling his bleeding hand to his chest. Harry grinned, "That's what you get for disobeying, now keep your eyes open." Grabbing the sharp edged spoon he brought it close to Vernon's eye, again the whimpering man disobeyed and clamped his eyes shut. Harry huffed out an amused breath, "As if those pathetic flaps of skin are going to stop me." He drawled. Harry pinched his fingers closed around Vernon's eyelashes and pulled the top eyelid up, with the scissors he snipped it right off, cutting as close as he could to the eye. Vernon groaned in pain, his bottom eyelid practically useless now. Only covering a part of his eye. Harry repeated this process with the three other eyelids, laughing he threw the pieces of skin into some random part of the kitchen.
Vernon sobbed harder, his tears burning the raw skin, "I always knew you were a freak, boy!" He yelled between his sobs. Harry sat back shocked, "You can still form coherent sentences? I might actually be marginally impressed. But, insulting your torturer? That is just idiotic." He said shaking his head, "Poor uncle Vernon, I would say I feel bad for this, but I must not tell lies. Isn't that right?" He asked flashing his scarred hand. Harry once again grabbed the citrus spoon and shoved it into the obese man's eye socket, making sure the sharp jagged edges were scraping on the eye and anything surrounding it, pushing it deeper he made the teeth tear at the optic nerve. Finally, he scooped out the eye and inspected it, "Interesting, I think I'll keep this for Dudley, along with your other one of course." He said looking at the screaming man that clutched at his empty eye socket. His other eye trying to close, burning from the air. Harry blew at the open eye and giggled when he saw it water, this time he jammed the spoon in even harder and ground the teeth all around the eye socket. Using his pointer finger and thumb he grabbed the eye and ripped it out, leaving the optical nerve dangling on Vernon's tear streaked cheek. Vernon cried out in pain and slumped further onto the floor, his body rocking back and forth.
Harry set the eyes on the table top and circled around his uncle, wondering what to do next. "I know! Reenervate." He said pointing his holly wand at Dudley. Dudley woke up and looked around, letting out a startled shout he backed into the wall farthest from Harry, "Oh, come now, Dudders. Don't you want to help your poor, fat father over here." He said motioning to the rocking ball of lard. Dudley whimpered, "Wh-what are you going t-to do to m-me?" He stuttered out. Harry threw his head back and laughed, "The question you should be asking is what are you going to be doing to him?" Dudley's eyes widened in fear, "N-no, you can't make m-me!" He shouted. "On the contrary dear cousin, I can make you do whatever I want. Imperio!" Casting the curse at Dudley, he shivered in pleasure. What a thrill, no wonder Lord Voldemort loves his curses so much. The Cruciatus Curse, definitely a pleasant one to cast. He chuckled darkly.
"Now Dudley, I want you to fuck your father dry." He ordered the dazed teenager. Vernon fell still and shrieked when he felt his son's hands at his belt. Harry watched in amusement, though there was definitely disgust mixed in when the actual raping began. Dudley had ripped off his father's pants and trousers and then pulled out his own pathetic cock, shoving it in his father's ass he began to thrust, hard. Vernon screamed and cursed, trying to push off his son, but he was to injured and his son was too heavy. Dudley came with a moan, his sperm mixed with his father's blood as it leaked down the fat thigh. Harry took off the Imperius Curse and cackled when Dudley looked at what he had done to his father. He backed away and cried covering his face with his hands and curling up in a far corner. "Well, I'll admit that was pretty disgusting to watch, but those screams were pretty satisfying. I think we've wasted enough air on you now Vernon. How about I finally kill you? Maybe test out the Killing Curse, hmm? I've already used the other two, might as well finish them off." He said twirling his wand in between his thin fingers. Harry nodded to himself, "Avada Kedavra!" He shouted out, the bright green light shooting from the tip of his wand, leaving a lifeless Vernon in its wake. His emerald green eyes observing the still form of his uncle happily, he turned them over to his grovelling cousin.
"Dinky Duddydums! I have a treat for you." He said in a mocking tone. Picking up his uncle's eyes he waltzed over to Dudley. Dudley looked up through his fingers and gagged at the eyes, "Hey, don't get picky on me now! I went through all the trouble of getting them for you and everything, you will eat them." Harry hissed through clenched teeth. Dudley cowered back, Harry grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open, quickly he shoved the eyes down Dudley's throat. "I hope you choke on them." He whispered into his cousin's ear and backed away slowly. Watching as Dudley retched, unfortunately for him the eyes did not make another appearance. Dudley clawed at his throat his eyes watering, "Here, let me see if I can help you." Harry said grabbing the knife he used to kill Petunia.
Slicing Dudley's t-shirt from the collar down, left Dudley's quivering stomach out in the open. Harry sneered, "Disgusting, let's see if the inside looks any better, shall we?" Taking the knife he plunged it deep into the stomach and cut from the left to the right making a huge slice. Fat could be seen everywhere and what was Dudley's stomach was now torn and intestines were hanging out, Dudley let out a loud gurgled scream, his lips already turning a pale blue from suffocation. Finally, he let out a wheeze and slumped to the cold tiles beneath him. Harry smirked, "You didn't even wait long enough for me to help you pull out those eyes, though I did say I wanted you to choke." He said patting the plump cheek of his dead cousin, clouded eyes gazed up at him. "That was quite extraordinary." Harry said to himself happy.
He looked around the kitchen and saw that it looked like some muggle serial killer had a party in it. Cackling madly he pranced over to the living room and sat down on the couch, "Good times, good times. Dumbledore I hope you have a heart attack when you find out about this!" He shouted. Reaching up to scratch at his forehead his finger brushed against his glasses, frowning he pulled them off. "I honestly don't even need to where these stupid things anymore. The things I did for my mask." He said sighing and cast the spell that would permanently restore his eyesight. Blinking a couple times he looked around the living room and grinned, "Much better!" Then he heard the distinct cracks of apparition. "Shit." He muttered.