Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Harbinger

Notes: Back to Harry's POV for this last chapter. I am going to end the story here for now but I may pick it back up in the future. This chapter will contain light TORTURE! Thanks to all that that reviewed, fav'd & followed! Enjoy Lovelies!

Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make absolutely no money from this fic. J.K.R. owns all rights to Harry Potter. *Sniffles*

Previously:

"Harry, I'll send Tempy with a light lunch and then I want you to rest. Be ready tomorrow at 8am. Lucius will be coming to take you to Gringotts. Listen to what he says in regards to your vaults and any other banking or legal matter. Lucius is a true politician, business man and above all else a Slytherin.

Rest well and I will see you in the next few days. Also, read the books you requested for Tempy to bring you and I will have more sent to you. Unfortunately you are still confined to this room but hopefully in the next few days we can remedy that. Good day Harry."

The Dark Lord waited long enough to hear Harry's goodbyes and swept out of the room; stopping to reward the doors before returning to his office to call Lucius and inform him of his task.

~~~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 7********~~~~~~~~~~

The last month had been wonderful for the former savior of the wizarding world, so many things had taken place; his theoretical lessons with the Dark Lord were going well. Who knew Voldemort could be such a good teacher.

The snakelike man was patient but firm with him, and Voldemort never raised voice, or his hand no matter how exasperated the older man would become with the educationally stunted teen.

He had never realized how much information he had missed out on in his five years of attending Hogwarts; another reason to despise Dumbledore and his sheep. He knew now that one of Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's objectives was to keep him distracted so he wouldn't have time to study, and reach his full potential; both magically or intellectually.

The biggest slap in his face occurred when Lucius had taken him to Gringotts; he really didn't think he could hate Dumbledore more but again he was proven wrong. It seemed the depths of Dumbledore's manipulations and deceit knew no bounds.

When he had arrived in the private conference room with Lucius, and the goblin who managed the Malfoy Vaults, Gobblegob; he had been nervously wondering what he would be told today.

The only comfort was Lucius was there, and he knew if the Dark Lord trusted Lucius' financial and legal knowledge than he should as well. The meeting had begun easy enough with the requests for his parents and Sirius' will to be read.

After the three wills were read his magic was swirling in a tornado of rage; his parents had specifically asked for him NOT to go to the Dursleys! Dumbledore disregarded his parents' last wishes.

It seemed the Headmaster had taken many liberties with ignoring his parent's last wishes; Dumbledore had named himself his guardian once again throwing Lily and James' wishes to the wind. His parents had decreed that his guardianship was to go to his godfather, Sirius Black; for Morgana's sake even Severus Snape was named as a suitable candidate for guardianship.

Dumbledore had ignored it all! The supposed Lord of the Light had even been helping himself to the Potter vaults without any authorization or right to do so. It wasn't so much the stolen money but what the stolen money was financing or what.

HIS money from HIS family's vaults was being used to pay off the Weasely family and Hermione. That would not be allowed to happen, and he relished even now, when he asked the Gobblegob to start the process to regain every last Knut from the thieves.

A cackle spilt from his lips, my my wouldn't those bastards be in for a shock when they went to visit their now empty vaults. Not only that charges would be leveled against them and eventually the theft would reach the papers; either by the Dark Lord's hands or someone leaking the information to the Prophet.

He had never much liked the Prophet but he saw the use of using them to dirty the spotless image of Dumbledore and his crusaders against evil. A snort left him; was there anything truly evil and good.

Of course not everything was muted shades of grey; the Dark Lord was said to be evil without an inkling of kindness in him. But yet it had been this same ruthless Dark Lord who had taken him in and helped him when his supposed friends and allies had turned their backs on him. So who was truly evil in this situation? He had his answer and it was not Voldemort.

Sirius' will was straight forward, everything went to him; Sirius had asked that he take care of those that needed it. The young teen knew Sirius meant Remus Lupin, but he had no desire to support the cowardly wolf.

No, he wanted to string the spineless bastard up from the ceiling, bind his wrists and neck in silver chains, and watch him scream in agony! That wolf's pleas for mercy would be like music to his ears.

A bubble of twisted joy bubbled up in his gut as cold laughter spewed from his pink lips in a sweet song, to most ears his laughter would sound musical, but to those who knew him it was a harbinger of horrible things to come.

His laughter snapped out of his pleasant thoughts; rolling out of bed to prepare himself. Today he would take one more step toward embracing the darkness inside of him. Today he would get to show one of the traitors just what had been done to him at the hands of his loving family.

He wasn't sure who the Dark Lord had captured only that it would please him. He smiled Voldemort may not be traditionally paternal or cuddly but he did show him affection and care in his own slightly twisted way.

Even Lucius had become somewhat of a parental figure to him; when they had left Gringotts with all the financial information Lucius had taken it upon himself to educate the young Lord about his wealth and titles.

The green eyed teen had been blown away by the amount of money, lands and responsibilities he would inherit in a year's time. The things that people would be expecting of him when he took his titles were great; however, he would meet the challenges head on and do his level best to think things through fairly before making a decision.

Walking into his en suite bath the now fully healed young man stripped himself slowly, taking the time to examine every inch of his pale almost glowing skin. Indeed, the last month had agreed with his physical appearance as well.

No longer were his bones protruding out of his skin for all to count and see; a nice layer of muscle and fat covered his lithe form, giving him an almost feminine curve to his hips.

He had also grown a few inches and was now at a respectable 5'9; this new appearance was thanks to the strong nutrient, heightening and strengthening potions Snape had brewed for him.

He was grateful to the potions master; the surly man had also brewed the potion that would fix his abysmal eyesight. Over the past month Snape, and he had reached a sort of friendship he supposed; they had silently agreed to start over and now he looked at the older man as sort of an irritable uncle figure.

The rest of the Inner Circle was relatively unknown to him. They had interacted somewhat but not extensively enough for him to form opinions, the one thing he could say is he felt welcomed by them whenever he sat in on meetings. It was nice to be included in the plans for once, to actually have an idea of what was going on.

After looking at his new body to his heart's content he turned to the shower stall, flicking the knobs to the appropriate temperature and waited for the water to heat up. Once the steam was billowing from the top of the cubicle he stepped in, sighing in relief at the feeling of the hot water flowing over his slender back, and relaxing away any remaining tightness in his muscles.

A smile graced plump lips as he washed his hair, another surprising but not unwelcome relationships had spawned between himself and Draco Malfoy. It was a lot easier to be friends with Draco when he didn't approach the youngest Malfoy with his old biased views and beliefs.

It seemed that now he and the Malfoy heir possessed more beliefs and views in common than they differed on. It was nice to have someone to talk to his own age; the Dark Lord was like his parent, Severus and Lucius were like his uncles but Draco was his...well Draco wasn't quite a friend but the emerald eyed teen would hesitate to call Draco a lover.

Deciding not to think on the status of their sort of romantic relationship he rinsed his ebony hair, and began to wash his body. When he lowered his hand to wash his groin he hissed when his hand touched his hardened cock.

Well it seemed while his mind wasn't sure where he and Draco stood his body was sure what it wanted. Deciding he had time to indulger himself in a bit of self-pleasure; he gripped his length in his slender hand, and began to pump himself, Elicit thoughts of Draco flitting through his pleasure hazed mind as he continued to caress his flushed member.

A moan left his lips when he imagined it was Draco's large hand stroking his straining cock, whispering erotic words and taunts into his ear as he nibbled on the shell, driving him even closer to his release. Mmmm yes the Malfoy heir was quite attractive to the emerald eyed young man.

The pale teen's hand sped up its ministrations, his free hand lowered to massage and squeeze his tightening balls. The moans and sighs were bouncing off the shower walls, echoing throughout the tiled washroom.

Biting his lower lip when the pleasure became too great he came hard, scrunching his eyes shut, as rope after rope of semen exploded from his slit. He continued to pump himself until his cock began to deflate; the warm water washed away any remnants from his self-indulgence.

Rinsing his body one last time the sixteen year old turned off the shower, stepped out and dried himself with a wave of his hand; Ah wandless magic was an amazing thing! Once dry he stepped into his bedroom, and smiled when he saw that Tempy had laid out his clothes for him.

That little elf really did care for him now, almost like a mother; not that he had much experience with a mother's love. Sighing quietly he pulled on his underwear, a pair of black leather trousers, an emerald tee shirt and a black leather over robe.

The leather was a good choice; he really didn't want any fluids to stain his clothes and leather was easy to clean. The last item to put on was knee high dragon hide boots, black of course.

The selected outfit really did highlight his coloring well; the emerald shirt highlighted his almost glowing green eyes. The black clothes brought out his alabaster skin, making his skin look almost ethereal. Coupled with the waves of raven hair spilling over his shoulders and he was quite an angelic sight to behold. If only the inside matched the outside; a cruel smirk formed his pouty lips.

He had grown this last month; the scrawny broken boy was nowhere to be seen, the only place that boy remained was his mind. HIs mental health was improving; he only lost control when a painful part of his past was mentioned but these outbursts were coming less and less now.

He knew the Dark Lord was proud of his growth even if he didn't speak it out loud, sometimes the best compliment was silence; you learned that very quickly when you trained with Voldemort.

A knock came from the door, signaling it was time to go and prove himself to the Dark Lord and his Inner Circle. He would not disappoint them, besides he had been waiting for this opportunity for too long. Opening the door he came face to face with his crimson eyed father figure.

"Hello My Lord, is everything ready?" The Dark Lord looked at him, seeking out any hesitation or nervousness in his young charge's demeanor. It warmed his heart to know that his terrifying Lord was worried about his well-being, even after all this time he still wasn't used people caring for him.

Obviously the snakelike man saw nothing that would cause him pause; "Yes, Harry everything is set just as you have asked for it to be. Come." He followed his father figure out of the room, trying to keep up with the man's long strides.

He didn't know who was down there but he knew what he wanted to do with them. The sixteen year old burgeoning sadist had requested several muggle items to be brought to the dungeons for his use.

Nothing extreme; a few clamps, scalpels, and other tools. He remembered with amusement the curious looks Lucius had given him when he explained how he wanted his prey to be trussed up for him.

Finally they made it to a heavy door on the ground floor; he could feel the strong wards on the door, and a shiver of anticipation trilled through him when he thought about what was down the stairs behind that door.

Voldemort gave the password, "Quiete in Nocte Obscura". The password was in Latin and translated to, 'Quietly into that Dark Night'; quiet appropriate for the prisoner residing in the dungeon cells, or so the young man thought.

The heavy door opened, letting a draft of cold air waft passed them. Making their way down the stone stairs you would never know that prisoners were kept down there; there was no lingering foul smell from blood, bowls or excrement. The only smells were the ones you would associate with a cave or cavern.

He had never been into the dungeons before, taking the opportunity he cast his glances toward the cells to his left, smirking cruelly when a prisoner's eyes would widen in shock when they saw Harry Potter following the Dark Lord.

Too bad they wouldn't be able to warn the Light about their savior's defection. That piece of information was still unknown to all but Voldemort and the Inner Circle.

It would have to come out soon; school was due to start in a few days, and the soon to be former Gryffindor had no desire to return to that cesspool of lies and deceit.

The Dark Lord firmly stood behind him in his choice to remain at Malfoy Manor. The former savior was safe at the Manor and he could continue his with Voldemort training there.

The Dark Lord's apprentice agreed with his father figure in regards to him being able to continue his lessons; he had learned more in a month from his lessons with the crimson eyed man than he had in five years from the pathetic teachers at Hogwarts.

Severus was excluded in his view on Hogwarts lacking teaching staff. The potions master had tried to teach him he just hadn't wanted to learn from him at the time; soon Severus would begin to instruct him privately on potions, per Voldemort's order.

His eyes lit up when he came to the last cell, casting his eyes on the body strapped spread eagled to the metal table; the table was reminiscent of a table you see at the morgue, a deep channel around the outer edge would drain away all expulsed liquids.

He didn't want any blood or fluids building up on the table and impeding his fun; the Dark Lord stepped in after him and stood with the rest of the Inner Circle to the side of the room.

Stepping inside the green eyed boy greeted his guest; "Hello Hermione! I've missed you so much! Haven't you missed me dear friend?!" At the end of his words he conjured a knife and drove it clean through the restrained girl's hand.

Hermione's screams of pain were muffled by the gag in her mouth. He couldn't have that! No no no, he wanted to hear her beg for mercy from him as she screamed in agony.

He grabbed the gag, and ripped in off brusquely, not really caring if it hurt her; a snort left his mouth yes he would torture her, but be gentle while removing her gag.

Throwing the damp bit of clothe to the ground he grinned at her shouted pleas for mercy and the frantic questions why was he doing this to her. It amused him for a bit but then her voice, as always, became tiresome. Well time to start the show then.

"Why am I doing this Granger?! You have the nerve to act as though you are innocent! Like you haven't been stealing from me, manipulating me, and lying to me since SECOND YEAR! How dare you!

You know what that is something that needs to be fixed; your inability to hold your tongue. You always were an annoying mudblood know-it-all who never knew when to shut her fucking gob. But don't worry my little friend we shall remedy that."

Summoning a sharp scalpel, and a medical clamp he stepped forward, and grabbed her jaw. The slender teen wretched Hermione's mouth open painfully, as he thrust the metal clamp into her mouth, forcefully seizing the tip of her squirming tongue.

Pulling Hermione's poisonous tongue past her cracked lips he maneuvered the scalpel inside her mouth; pressing the blade to the base of her thin tongue. Without care he drew the blade quickly across her moist appendage, severing Hermione's tongue in one quick move.

Pulling the clamps out of the whore's mouth; her tongue was still tightly clasped in the metal utensils grasp. The severed appendage leaked blood onto his victim's bound form, spattering onto her filthy blouse. He smiled when her gurgling, muffled screams cut through the small cell.

The traitor's body began to jerk as Hermione began to choke on her own blood; "Tut tut Mione can't have you dying on me so now." Dropping the clamp and scalpel on the table he pulled his wand, and pointed it at her throat. With a nonverbal spell of "Anapneo", the blood clogging her wind pipe was expelled.

Not wanting to continue cleaning out her airway he pointed his Holly wand at her tongue and he cast another nonverbal spell, "Urere", and the bloody laceration to her remaining tongue was cauterized. "Now Mione I want you to listen to me. Can you do that?"

Casting his manic glowing gaze onto his once best friend he saw the terror in her eyes, and it made the blood rush even harder through his veins. This is what he wanted; to see their fear. Maybe now the little mudblood would have taste of what he had gone through before he ended her pitiful existence.

Finally Hermione nodded her head to let her former friend know she was listening. "Good girl!" The ebony haired boy patted her head, much like on does when praising their dog. "Now I could torture you with magic; a few well-placed Crucios and cutting hexes but where would the fin be in that?!"

"I'll tell you, nowhere. I want to do this the muggle way, to feel my hands removing your filthy tongue and several other body parts before I end your life. So shall we continue Mione?" Her eyes were wide now in absolute terror; he reveled in it.

So engrossed in his actions he barely took note of the looks the Dark Lord and the assembled Inner Circle was casting him from the side of the cell. It didn't matter to him who was there, he had work to do, and he would complete it with a maniacal smile on his full pink lips.

Yes, he would show his former friend just what she had made him. With every slice he made to her flesh, every gash he inflicted on her frail body, each strangled scream he pulled from her, he would show her that he was now the harbinger of pain and torture.

Where he once was their savior from the Dark he was now the Light's enemy. He would shroud all who stood against The Dark Lord in darkness. Each one of the vaulted members of the Light would truly see what horrors awaited them if they dared cross him or his Lord, and were caught.

Humming a sweet melody he summoned pruning shears and made his way to Hermione's hands...

Urere = Cauterize

Sorry to anyone who likes Hermione. That is the end for now Lovelies!

All Mistakes Are My Own!