Warning: Harry is doing some ghastly things, and when I say ghastly I mean it, or my name wouldn´t be Gomorrha!
Chapter 10
A v e n g i n g
Harry almost ran out of the Three Broomsticks, not aware of the curious glances, not aware of the cold biting into his uncovered skin. He made his way steadily to the border of Hogsmeade, his steps directed to a grouping of pines behind which he raised his wand, a determined look on his face, and loudly said "Accio!" It took more than a minute in which Harry stood in the cold winter air, not feeling the chill as the blazing fire of his hatred warmed him, until his broom came swishing through the air and smashed into his outstretched hand. He ignored the approaching voices of his friends, the fact that his name was called out as he prepared for his departure.
Harry hurriedly closed his jacket, covering his face with his scarf and putting on his gloves, before he sat on his broom and took off at great speed, the retreating shapes of his friends growing smaller and smaller behind him. The flight caused the chilled air to tear at his hairs, burn his skin, water his eyes, freeze him to the bone and Harry was relieved when he could make out the street where he knew the entrance to the wizarding area of London where housed. He landed in an empty side street, careful to stay away from prying eyes. His hands were frozen, making it difficult to remove his grip from the broomstick, and Harry cursed the fact that he had not learned to apparate until now when he shrunk his broom to place it into his pocket. He entered through Diagon Alley, carefully hiding his face in pulling the hood of his jacket down over it as far as possible and bowing his head.
Knockturn Alley looked nothing like Diagon Alley. The shops in Diagon Alley were mostly closed, ministry posters being tacked onto every accessible surface, the street almost empty, only few people trekking through it, anxiously looking left and right, seemingly waiting for another death eater attack. Knockturn Alley looked exactly like the first time Harry had seen it when he had accidentally arrived there, having used the Floo system for the very first time. The winding street reeked of bad intentions and hidden agendas, mixing with the stench of unwashed bodies and dark magic.
The houses looked dirty, old and narrow, dark clothed figures moving slowly or just standing along the way, waiting and watching. Harry made his way to Borgin and Burkes, almost bumping into an old which who offered whole human fingernails for sale on her filthy tray. A small bell was ringing when Harry opened the door, leaving his hood in place as he stepped to the counter, addressing the old black-haired proprietor, Mr. Borgin, who had his business devoted smile in place as his stabbing eyes bored into Harry.
"You have a new employee as I heard?" Harry said, forcing his voice to sound deeper and steadier than it really was. Harry looked around carefully, his eyes moving into every dark corner, over every unfathomable dark arts object, but Zabini was nowhere in sight. Mr. Borgin raised one eyebrow, looking at Harry mistrustfully.
"That I have, but he is out on an errand and will be off for the rest of the day. Can I help you instead?" the old wizard looked at him, trying to get a glimpse of Harry's eyes which were hidden in the shadows under the hood.
"It's a private matter. Do you happen to know where he's staying? I need to see him urgently because of a...close friend of ours." Harry's voice was calm and steady now, betraying his dangerousness which seemingly impressed Mr. Burgin to the point where he gave up the wanted information to the stranger in front of him who still hid his face.
"He took a room above the Squealing Squalor. I hope I could help you and wish you a good day!" the old man said with a forced smile, his hands shaking slightly.
Harry just smiled at him, leaving the gloomy shop without a greeting, his smile turning into a sneer as he realised how relieved the dark wizard was to see his retreating back. He slowly made his way down Knockturn Alley, finally spotting the deterrent inn. Harry stepped inside, throwing a galleon onto the counter, asking the dirty and almost toothless landlord for the black boy's room number. The gold met searching teeth in the back of a stinking mouth and a delighted grin appeared on the wizard's face.
"Thirteen, but he's not in." he croaked, having forgotten Harry before the black-haired youth had reached the top of the stairs.
Harry followed the narrow corridor, finally stopping in front of Zabini´s room. He put his ear against the dark wood, listening for any noises from inside before he unlocked the door with a simple spell, locking it again after he had stepped inside. His nose wrinkled in disgust when he took in the room. The inn carried it's name for a reason, this room spoke of squealing squalor for sure. There was a single bed, a small table, two desolate looking chairs and a dresser, everything made in a simple and cheap fashion. The fireplace was cold and there was no carpet lying on the stone floor. Harry could almost see his breath forming puffy clouds in the air.
"Incendio!" The wood in the fireplace immediately started to burn merrily, the flickering fire slightly lightening the dim room. Harry stirred the pieces of wood with the fire poker before his face turned into a feral grimace and he let the poker fall, the tip still lying inside the fire before he sat down on the chair, his wand ready to greet the owner of this room. He watched a spider making its way over the wall, spinning a net in the far corner of the room, before he heard steps outside the door and a deep voice saying "Alohomora!"
The door opened and a tall and handsome young man entered, the eyes in his dark face opening wide in surprise and alarm when he caught sight of Harry and a wand pointing straight at him, spitting out blurry objects. Ropes shot out of Harry's wand the moment the door opened, wrapping around Zabini, pressing his arms against his body and immobilizing him effectively. Harry kicked the door shut, locking it again, before he put a silencing spell on the room. His face was twisted into a dark grin when he turned around to stare Zabini straight into the face.
"Why hello! Nice room you have here, I must say, Zabini! Impressive show of your family's money. But then maybe your mother threw you out after hearing that you were expelled because of raping and trying to kill MY BOYFRIEND!" Harry's voice took up volume until he screamed the last words at the black boy, making the other one flinch.
"What do you want, Potter?" Zabini hissed. "Dumbledore already expelled me, and Draco's mother won't sue me. My friends will be here shortly, so you should better stop this nonsense right now, Potter!"
Harry started to grin again as he took in the fear in Zabini´s eyes which the other one wanted to mask with harsh words. He pushed the protesting Zabini over to a chair, pressed him down on it and again ropes shot out of his wand, this time winding around the lower part of his legs and the legs of the wooden chair. Harry watched for some moments how Zabini´s breathing was speeding up before he slowly moved over the boy's legs and sat down on Zabini´s lap, legs spread wide open.
"You made a grave mistake, Zabini, to ever touch Draco and I know that it was you who was behind that article in the Daily Prophet." Harry whispered as he slowly wriggled on the black boy's lap. "Did you ever think Draco would have moved with scum like you?"
Zabini groaned at the friction Harry was causing in his lap, finally hissing "Draco could have been with me, but instead he opened his legs for the worst scum existing. Where is the problem if I take such a whore when he is already tainted like that? He's not worth anything, you can have him! Just let me go now!" Harry narrowed his eyes at these words, his heart beating faster as hatred welled up inside him.
"I see that you like boys, Zabini." Harry whispered sharply again, a dirty smile on his face as he got up from Zabini´s lap and opened the boy's tented trousers under shouted protests. He took out the dark-skinned penis, weighing the big piece of erected flesh in his hand for a second before he also pulled out Zabini´s testicles.
"Very nice, Zabini. I bet you are very proud of your bits." Harry said with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Damn sure I am! Mine will for sure be the largest cock ever entering your boyfriend! I made him scream and tore him open and it gave me the best feelings! And if I see him I'll do it again!" Zabini sneered with a triumphant and challenging expression on his face.
Harry could not stop the trembling which overcame his body as he tried to suppress the unrestrained fury overwhelming him. He did not react to the whined "What are you doing?" when he traced the length of the penis in his hand with his wand, the tip finally coming to rest at the base of the fleshy column gripped hard now in his other hand as he intonated "Sectumsempra!".
The short slashing movement he made across the width of Zabini´s flesh splashed blood everywhere, a horrified gasp being replaced by an ear-splitting screeching, which made Harry wonder if the silencing spell would be able to cover it.
"Merlin...what did you do...you sick...Merlin...please...help...somebody...he's killing me..." Zabini screamed; his dark face turning ashen as his eyes were opened wider in shock than Harry would have ever imagined a human could do. Harry smiled grimly as he placed the now dead piece of flesh on the table, smearing it with blood in the process before he grabbed Zabini´s testicles, causing the other to constantly shake his head in denial.
"I guess you won't need these any longer as you seem to have lost your pride also!" Harry's voice was promising dark things to come when he sliced the thin skin connecting the testicles to the boy's groin with another "Sectumsempra!" Zabini screeched and convulsed in agony. Harry took the red hot poker out of the fire and slowly stepped towards Zabini again, who was crying and pleading pitifully by now.
"What is wrong with you, Zabini? Did Draco not also scream and plead? Did you hear him? Do you think you deserve my mercy, Zabini?" Harry asked softly with a hard sneer on his face before he looked down at the black boy's groin. "Look at the mess you are making, Zabini! You want to bleed out?" The black boy convulsed, his agonized scream almost rattling the windows when Harry pressed the gleaming iron onto the gushing wounds, cauterizing them crudely. Harry flinched in sympathy when teary brown eyes rolled back and Zabini slumped on his seat, unconscious.
"Oh well! No stamina there!" Harry whispered unhappily to himself as he pierced the fire poker through skin and flesh, pulling the second chair over to the fire where he sat down and held the iron rod over the fire, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he whistled a merry tune, thinking how it had been only Dudley always who had been allowed to attend the boy scouts, having fun roasting sausages over an open fire, while Harry had had to stay home and weed the garden. Soon the smell of burnt flesh and cooking meat filled the room and a groan alerted Harry.
"Wakie, wakie, Zabini! You are missing out on the good things in life!" Harry said cheerily, shaking the fire poker decorated with sizzling flesh in front of the black youth's face. "As you contributed the meat you have a bite!"
Zabini´s still hazy eyes looked at his smoking privates sticking on a fire poker in confusion until his face twisted into a mask of shock and realisation. His breaths turned into a horrified wheezing, his eyes darting from the cooked flesh to Potter's sneering face and hateful eyes back to his mistreated privates before he started to gag.
"Stop that, Zabini! You are behaving abominably! Would you want to die instead of having a taste of your roasted bits?" Harry hissed threateningly, making the black youth to shudder in fear and revulsion as Harry pushed a hot penis between his teeth, bulging out his cheek. Zabini gagged harder now, unable to do what Harry asked from him and Harry cursed as the door shook and small blue sparks appeared at the edges.
"Seems you've told the truth, Zabini! Tell your friends that they shall behave themselves or I will come after them also. Uh, about your bits, sorry there, you think the medi-witches in St Mungo's will be able to put you together again and make it work for another raping?" Harry's scornful laughter as he threw the poker with the pieces of flesh on it back into the fire caused the moaning black boy to shudder.
"If I ever see you coming close to Draco again, this will look like a children's party to you. If you lay hand on the one I love once more I'll kill you in the most terrible way I can think of!" Harry hissed threateningly before he opened the window and flew out of it on his broom just as the door caved in and opened with a loud crash.
Harry smiled in glee the whole way back to Hogwarts, the triumphant feeling of revenge warming him in spite of the freezing air biting into him. He landed at the side of the Hogwarts gate and slowly walked up to the castle. The smile left his face when he entered the Gryffindor common room, his friends jumping up from their seats immediately, rushing to his side with anxious and worried faces.
"Where have you been the whole day long, Harry? Madam Pomfrey was searching for you everywhere! Something happened with Draco." Hermione's eyes held an accusing light in them, and Harry's heart froze in fear.