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Chapter 10: The Pranks Begin

Maximum Security Block, Azkaban, Somewhere in the Atlantic

The walls of the cell were cold and damp, and he could barely avoid sitting on the maggots that infested the mattress with each movement he made. The raggedy, moth-eaten blanket did nothing to comfort the unnatural chills that made their way into the cell and through his body. The dark cell was barely tall enough for him to stand up in, and the hole on the floor in the center stank of the hundreds of years of human waste sent down through it. He stayed as far from it as possible, as the smell was easily enough to make him wretch.

Though the dementors stationed outside his cell disappeared at times, the relief never lasted for long. He could still feel the icy presence and the sense of misery and foreboding that clung to the very walls of Azkaban, sapping him of his memories, happiness, and his sanity. Somewhere along the way, if he were unfortunate as many others were, his powers would disappear into the wind also.

This was the second time in as many months that he had been forced to endure the unnatural shades, and the soul sucking demons took a delight at his many cruel and unsavory memories. He could already feel it again as the visions and voices brought on by the memories were upon him. Shaking his head, he attempted to focus his thoughts once more, bringing his Occlumency to bear and hiding himself beyond his barriers as much as possible. It helped keep his mind clear, but not much, and he could feel the sharp stabs of the dementors' aura as they attempted to break down his barriers.

Lucius Malfoy nearly screamed in rage as he, again, mulled over what that Potter brat had wrought upon him. He had only been alone in the cell where the aurors had thrown him for a couple hours at most, but even that was enough time for most wizards and witches to be broken and screaming.

"Velare Tenebra" Lucius did not hear the whispered words that brought the already darkened room into utter blackness.

Panicked, Lucius reached out around him, but could only feel the deep, penetrating darkness permeate his skin, enveloping his soul. "What is this? Answer me, whoever you are! Do not think that your miserable attempts can faze me. I am Lord Malfoy!"

"Oh, but I think they can, dear Lucius."

Unconsciously, Lucius shivered at the voice he knew all too well. Suspended in the darkness, emerald eyes glowing with a fire and grave fury stared hard into his own.

"I have recently been made aware of certain of your… transgressions towards those under my protection. Tell me; is there any end to your level of depraved sickness? No, don't answer that," Harry continued in a harsh, silken voice.

Lucius was between rages that a child would dare have the nerve to speak down to him and even more so that he could not keep himself from cowering before said child, and terror at the images the silken voice, which spoke of endless pain brought to him. Memories of the one man he had ever bowed before came unbidden to him as the voice reminded him of the deathly calm and smoothness of his master's own, when in deadly fury.

Again, the Potter brat's voice broke through to him. "We have much to discuss, you and I, and so little time. So let us make this quick, shall we? Conpes Nocturnum!"

Instantly, the shadows around Lucius' body reached out and seemed to wrap around him like chains of darkness. They quickly bound his arms, legs, hands, feet, torso, and neck to the wall, holding him suspended there.

Smiling grimly, Harry approached and flicked his wand, "Sicae Nocturnum!" Harry watched, as the shadows seemed to form themselves into the appearances of thousands of miniscule daggers, which were then flung at Lucius' body. They pierced him in thousands of places. Although none of the stabs were fatal, the spell inherently programmed each dagger to a separate nerve ending, which the poison on each dagger would then attack. The end effect was ten thousand cuts on the victim's body, while the poison inflicted a Cruciatus-like effect, while also barring the victim from ever reaching death or unconsciousness.

Indeed, it was a spell intended for only the very worst of enemies, and would have easily been classified as an Unforgivable if it were ever discovered. After all, it was a spell of Harry's own creation, taking the ancient Chinese torture 'Death of a Thousand cuts' and using the Cruciatus spell as a beginning. In the end, Harry had vastly improved the Cruciatus and created his own spell, which he called the Daggers of the Night. It would apply the same torture as the Cruciatus and the ancient Chinese torture in one spell. However, unlike the Cruciatus, it was force the victim to remain alive, conscious, and sane. There was no peace for the victim in any way. No insanity for the broken mind, or unconsciousness for the broken body, to save oneself from the pain.

The poison on the daggers of shadow also continually reformed the victim's nervous system as the fires of an enhanced Cruciatus effect incinerated them. Even the victim's blood was continually replenished. It took the very limit of Harry's abilities to bond the healing magic necessary to make the spell work, with the dark magic, which caused the torture; but finally got it in the end.

From then on, a simple glance from the caster would be able to reestablish the torture on the victim, for its power sat in the victim's very mind. No spell, potion, or mind arts could ever alleviate the spell in any way, although the caster could do so at any time.

The screams that pierced the maximum-security ward chilled the hearts and spines of most of the prisoners, save one. Bellatrix Lestrange. In her disturbed mind, she smiled at the thought that her master was finally here to take her away with him, and torturing the aurors who held his faithful imprisoned.

Unfortunately, for Lucius, his screams never penetrated Harry's security and silencing charms that were placed at the edges of the ward. Still, two very ancient beings did feel the power coursing within Azkaban, and made all haste to its source.

Harry watched as Lucius writhed and screamed, while his blood ran in constant streams down his body. Harry almost felt guilt for what he was doing to the Malfoy head, but in his eyes, the murder of families and raping of their children was the most atrocious crime any could ever commit. How many innocent, young girls had Lucius forever maimed mentally and emotionally? No, Harry could not falter. Neither time in prison, or his death, or even the Kiss could ever fully be a harsh enough punishment. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but Harry's intentions were righteous vengeance. He would not be like Dumbledore, who was the very epitome of the saying about good intentions.

Harry had just one more thing to do before he left. The sister spell to Sicae Nocturnum, which used the same magic that dementors used, to imitate the effect they had on the victim's mind. It could only be used while it's sister spell was active and would cause the victim to hallucinate the chills of a dementors freezing everything around them, their bodies, and the cold clammy chills inside their own soul. It would also bring the victim's worst fears and memories alive all around them, seeming as if they were from inside the victim's mind. It wasn't much of a difference to the effects of a dementors, but coupled with the effects of Sicae Nocturnum, it would be enough to break even Voldemort himself.

The true beauty of the sister spells, depending on how you looked at it, was that the victim would be forced to endure it all, remain sane, remember it all, and look magically and physically normal afterwards, except for the cuts of course. There was no possible way to find traces of residual magic from the spells, or even see the victim's memories of them. In effect, Harry had made positive that after the victim was found, there was no way for the victim to ever say or think the words to the sister spells, or to prove that the spells even existed in any way.

"Somnium Timoris!" Harry knew the spell was in effect the second Lucius' eyes widened and he began screaming even harder, if it was possible. Sighing to himself, Harry turned away sadly, thinking of the depths that some had fallen to, and the depths he himself would reach in order to bring do justice upon them.

Before he could leave, Harry felt ancient presences making their way towards him, having simply melted their way through his wards, which in itself was no mean feat. He had felt their presence only once before, in Merlin's memories of the first dementors when he charged them to being the guardians and punishers of dark souls.

~We have felt your power; Old one.~ came a crisp, harsh voice into Harry's mind.

~Long have we awaited your return.~ came a second chilled, metallic voice to break Harry's consciousness.

~What have you to say to me, cursed Ones? I am not the Divine, but his heir.~

A high crisp laugh permeated Harry's mind from the decidedly male first voice. ~His heir? So it is you who are destined to wield all the power, which was once ours, and all that we sought to control? Your destiny is great, young Heir. Do not make the mistakes we and our ancestors once made, for such actions will destroy you.~

~So say you, but you seem entirely powerful in your own right, for being destroyed.~ Harry replied.

~Fool!~ the female voice rage at him. ~The majority of our power was long lost, and even so, we do not speak of our powers, but our spirits. Would that you could know the agony of the wretched half-life, we have endured for so long, cursed as punishment for our pride. Neither living nor dead, belonging neither here nor there. Yet existing as spirit, trapped within rotting bodies, forced to feed upon the memories of all things good, along with souls, in order to survive.~

~Your anger at your situation is unjust, cursed One. You yourself are the cause for your punishment. Your pride led to your fall, even before your actions led you to your curse.~

~Your words are unduly harsh, young Heir. We did not come to harm you, nor to argue. We felt your power and have come to seek leniency.~ the male responded. ~We wish that you would have mercy on us, and relieve us of the curse of our ancestors. Restore us to our former glory and we shall follow you. We only wish that the curse of our ancestors be lifted from us and our posterity, who have never been guilty of our crimes.~

~The sins of the father shall likewise be upon the blood of the son for a thousand generations.~ Harry replied sagely. ~Such has been the verdict of justice since the beginning of time.~

~Then do not relieve us of our curse, but our posterity~ the female voice cried. ~They never committed the acts, which we were cursed for. Allow them their humanity and form. Allow them to rejoin their ancient kin in the wizarding world. Allow them at least the chance to live, grow, and die as we once did.~

Harry scowled. ~Why should I? They have done their fair share of harm upon the wizarding world. Or have you forgotten that the entire dementors race allied themselves with Voldemort during the first war?~

The already chilled room dropped several more degrees, and Harry could feel the fury of the creatures gnawing at him. The rattling sound of the dementors sucking in the air around them lasted for a few seconds before the male dementor responded.

~We have not forgotten, mortal. We joined Tom Riddle in order to ensure our survival. Here, we can scarcely feed our appetites more than the bare minimum needed. He gave us the chance to renew our strength, and to escape this place, where we have served your Ministry for hundreds of years.~

Harry sneered at them in anger. ~Yet you fail to remember, cursed One, that such was your punishment. You were banished to this island to serve until one with the authority lifted your sentence. Still, you deemed fit to forsake the duty you were given, in order to feast on those you sought to avenge yourselves upon! Why should I have mercy on you? You have never once had mercy on your victims. Quite the contrary, you have always seemed delighted to terrorize any, whether they be muggle or magical, innocent or guilty.~

~So be it, young Heir.~ the male responded. ~We and our kin are at your mercy. Rightly, we were punished and rightly, we have served our duty, which was passed to us by your ancestor. You are correct in deeming that we forsook that duty before and we submit ourselves to you for judgment.~

Harry thought for a moment. He could not sense any deception from the dementors, and he himself would want a better future than such a curse for his children. Nonetheless, problems remained. ~Your wishes are noted, and noble. Indeed, I sense no deception from either of you. Still, how could I be sure that you would not turn on me? Furthermore, who would guard this unholy prison, and ensure that none escapes? I find myself willing to do as you ask, if only these two problems could be answered.~

~Are you not Lord of the House of Sorcerers? That itself would ensure our loyalty, and give you complete power over us. There is also no reason that we can't continue to guard Azkaban if you allow us to retain certain of our powers.~ the male responded.~We can easily work in shifts in order to maintain guard over the prisoners.~

~Very well.~ Harry replied. ~I have one final condition. When the war begins anew, you will join me against Voldemort and you will also aid me in discovering the secrets of the Veil.~

~We are agreed, young Heir. When the time comes, we shall join your side in the fight. In the meantime, we will also transfer all knowledge we possess as to the secrets of the Veil to you.~

Smiling grimly, Harry raised his wand. ~Then let us begin.~

Several hours later, an exhausted Harry downed a pepper-up potion and removed a golden chain from where it had before sat invisible around his neck. Several turns later and Harry disappeared back into the past before flashing back to Hogwarts.

Great Hall, Hogwarts, Northern Scotland

The next morning at breakfast, Harry was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the mail. He was curious to see if they would report anything about Lucius' fate. He was also very eager to see the effects of a rather peculiar prank he had spent the last couple of hours preparing for the infamous Professor Snape. A rather nice start to his revenge on the man for his actions towards Gabrielle the day before.

Professor Snape was currently seated in his normal spot at the head table, and Harry had felt the trigger on Snape's goblet activate the spells placed on it. Now Harry just had to wait for Snape to leave his seat, and the powerful ex-lax potion that had been used to spike Snape's pumpkin juice would activate.

Those weren't the only things Harry was waiting on. He and Gabby were currently the only two students who had made it to breakfast, and Harry was going to enjoy his first school wide prank.

"Harry, what are you smirking in about?" Gabby inquired. She was looking at him strangely and buttering her toast.

Harry hid his grin and held back his answer since he saw the first couple of students making their way to the great hall for breakfast.

The first students through the doors were a couple of older Slytherins, whose names eluded Harry, but the moment they walked into the Great Hall Harry jerked his head toward them.

"Try not to show that anything is wrong, Gabby. Only the female students can see the effects." Harry whispered to his madly giggling bondmate. Gabby had tears in her eyes and was quickly trying her best to hide her giggles behind coughs as more students started coming to breakfast and the other female students all over the hall were gasping in shock.

Harry was happy that he couldn't see what the girls could. Unknown to every bloke who had already arrived to breakfast, their robes appeared transparent to any female student, but not themselves or the teachers. Harry thought it was brilliant, and the time delayed spell he had layered over the real trigger spell would fool Dumbledore if the headmaster checked.

Any diagnosis would simply reveal that Harry had arrived to breakfast before the time delayed trigger spell became active.

"You're brilliant Harry." Gabby smirked, purposefully not looking in the direction of Crabbe and Goyle.

"I know," he replied, smiling. "And it's not over yet."

Before Harry could elaborate, there was a mad shriek from the Slytherin table, drawing the attention of the other three quarters of the Great Hall, including the teachers.

'Bingo.' Harry thought as Snape got up quickly and swept over to see what the problem was with his House.

"Calm yourself, Miss Parkinson." Snape sneered. "And quickly explain why you are acting like a babbling hyena."

"Pr- Professor Snape sir. Draco isn't wearing any robes!" she screeched insanely, pointing her finger directly at Draco's chest.

"Are you blind girl? What do you mean Mr. Malfoy hasn't any robes on? I can see them quite clearly, as can the rest of us. Detention Miss Parkinson, for your blatant lies and attempts to slander the scion of an Ancient House."

Before Pansy could retort, Snape swept out of the Great Hall, a pained look on his face, but didn't quite make it before a loud, gurgled, wet sound was heard from him, with an awful smell accompanying it.

Harry smirked at Gabby, who was speechless. Cocking his head, Harry could see his message revealing itself in fireworks above the retreating Snape.

Mr. Moony would like to offer his condolences to Mr. Snivelly that his bowels are so foul, and kindly reminds him to wipe next time.

Mr. Padfoot would like to offer Mr. Snivellus his bottle of Grease-Be-Gone, and wishes that the foul git would shower every year or so.

Mr. Prongs would like to offer Mr. Snape his congratulations on such

a disgusting show. He never would've thought the greaseball had it in him.

Mr. Blazewing would like to offer Professor Snivellus his reminder that one should always remember to clean the floor after himself, and his heartfelt condolences to every student that has to deal with the overgrown bat on a daily basis.

Messrs Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Blazewing are proud to announce their return! May the Marauder spirit live and teachers tremble forever!

After the final sentence has spelled itself out in midair, a tremor shook the castle as every statue struck a salute, while Peeves lived up to his promise to Harry and promptly blew up the dungeons with blasting potions and dung bombs.

It took several purple firecrackers from the tip of the Headmaster's wand to regain silence in the Great Hall. The humiliation of the Slytherins was mirrored by the joyous laughter of the rest of the student body, but at the staff table there were looks of fear from every teacher besides Sirius and Dumbledore.

Harry caught Sirius' eye and grinned. Sirius had an amused look, and it grew with pride as he realized that his new colleagues still remembered the Marauder's reign of terror.

Whatever Dumbledore was going to say next was caught off by the arrival of the mail. Harry looked up and watched the owls flying in until he spotted Hedwig, carrying a copy of the Daily Prophet in her claws.

As Hedwig helped herself to some of Harry's bacon and toast, Harry opened the Prophet to the front page.

Lord Malfoy, Broke and Rapist?!

Yesterday, we at the Daily Prophet received an astounding notice about Lord Lucius Malfoy, Wizengamot member and Hogwarts governor, who up until now was believed to be an upstanding citizen of the wizarding community.

Prior to the reading of the Black will, it was widely believed that Draco Malfoy would receive the title Lord Black since no other male heir was presumed available. However, due to a recent turn of events, the late Lord Black named another.

Who is Lord Black? No one knows. The Blacks aren't telling, and the goblins shut the door in your reporter's face for even asking. What we do know, however, is that the new Lord quickly annulled Lord Malfoy's marriage to Lady Narcissa Black and reinstated Lady Andromeda Black along with her daughter, Lady Nymphadora Tonks-Black.

Early yesterday, the Black account manager goblin, accompanied by Several aurors and a Gringotts curse breaker visited Lord Malfoy's home in an attempt to acquire the forfeited marriage dowry due to Lady Narcissa Black, and all fines due for Lord Malfoy's violation of contract. In asking, said goblin happily announced that before their arrival, Lord Malfoy would have retained his manor, and everything in it. However, due to event after their arrival, Lord Malfoy forfeited his entire assets to the new Lord Black.

This reported was stunned at hearing this, even as the goblin stated that Lord Malfoy was now a resident of Azkaban for the possession and rape, possible murder, of unlawful concubines.

Dear readers, I don't yet know if any of these allegations against such an upstanding Lord are true, but I will keep you informed of Lord Malfoy's trial and anything else regarding the well known humanitarian.

Rita Skeeter

Harry scowled in disgust. He hadn't thought there would be more girls, but the next article said that the aurors had found three more in a dungeon cell. Continuing down the page, he found another article that he was looking for.

Lord Malfoy Attacked and the Lord of Sorcerors returns?!

Late last night aurors were called to Azkaban to investigate a disturbance in the wards surrounding Azkaban. When asked, senior auror Kingsley Shacklebolt replied that the Ministry's sensors had picked up a massive magical disturbance on the scale not seen since Merlin himself coming from Azkaban before the magical shockwave turned the sensors to dust.

Upon arrival, the aurors discovered a disturbing absence of dementors, along with the apparent appearance of hundreds of wizards and witches claiming to be the descendents of the House of Sorcerors.

Few know of the House of Sorcerors that was once destroyed by Merlin himself in a great battle. I myself admit ignorance until it was explained to myself and several aurors on scene with the Minister of Magic himself by none other than a descendent of the Ancient House.

When the Minister scoffed and accused the man, who was tall, dark in appearance, and wearing ragged robes of lying, stating that the entire Ancient House of Sorcerer's had been cursed to forever exist as the race of Dementors, the man laughed at him.

He announced that upon his Lord's return, the curse was lifted from their entire race, save for the last two remaining who were originally cursed by Merlin. To prove his point, the man who dubbed himself Godfrey, held out his hand and all of us there felt the cold chill of the unnatural beings surround us. Your brave reporter is unashamed to admit to fearing herself surrounded by the denizens of the accursed island prison.

When asked if anything other than the release of their curse had occurred, Godfrey gave the Minister an evil smile and replied, "Oh yes, Minister. Our Lord came and had his vengeance."

While refusing to reply further, Godfrey did lead our entourage to Lord Malfoy's cell, where Lord Malfoy had cuts all over his body and screaming insanely. While it took the aurors and a team of unspeakable several hours to remove Lord Malfoy from where he was staked to the wall of his cell by an unknown dark spell, Lord Malfoy never ceased screaming and darting his eyes around madly everywhere and everyone. However, the weird occurrence was when Lord Malfoy was finely free.

Upon being free, Lord Malfoy begin stiff and silent while his body healed entirely. Not a single of the thousands of cuts that allowed so much blood to flood his cell floor and walls showed, and Lord Malfoy himself seemed fine, except for a haunted look in his eyes.

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Harry sighed in satisfaction. Of course the aftereffects of his spells would insure that Lucius remained sane, while completely erasing all evidence of any harm or spells cast on the man.

Looking over, it seemed that Malfoy wasn't taking the news about his father so well. His rage at Harry at the first article had completely disappeared and now a blank fear covered the pale boy's countenance.

"Did you really do that Harry," Gabrielle whispered, pointing at the picture of Lucius in his cell.

Grimly, Harry nodded. "He deserved much more, but he will never be able to hurt anyone ever again. Not without reliving the torture."

Hermione and Christine both had tears in their eyes and nodded their thanks to Harry before quickly leaving the Great Hall.

After breakfast, it seemed that Malfoy's fear had disappeared as he walked by Harry on his way out. "Watch your back, Potter. You're going to pay for what you did to my father and family."

The rest of the day passed uneventfully and Harry was surprised that even his dinner with Ginny went so smoothly.

Author's Notes:

I know I may be a bit long winded of my explanations of my favorite creations, such as the Sister spells, but I want to ultimately be precisely sure that if anyone ever decides to use these spells in their own fanfics, they will find zero angles to use in order to find cures to them, or downplay their severity in any way.

My long-winded explanations are me hitting the issue from every possible angle that any reader or critic would think to use against my perfected designs.

Do not ask whether these two powerful spells will be used in the future, or if I created them solely for their use in this chapter. I myself do not know the answer, simply because the spells themselves have an astounding amount of potential. For those who like my two favorite dark creations, feel free to use them in your own fanfics, but please let me know via my inbox who you are and which stories, as I would love to see the uses other writers put them to. Also, please do not fail to credit me to their creation in your fics.

For any and all who say I go overboard on anything, remember that nothing worth doing can ever be done by going only halfway. Pull no punches, ever. My intelligence isn't commonly put into question, so please trust that I know what I am doing and keep your flaming to a minimum, or simply stop reading my fic since it causes you so much irritation.