A/N: Wow...I...am honestly surprised so many of you love this story! I'm so happy! Ok a few things before I get started. Dumbledore will always feel the power drain but think nothing of it. He's too self absorbed to really think that he could be losing power because some of his draining points are being killed off xD

Now. As for this chapter...yes she dies. Lol! I don't describe her death but yes she dies. That being said woohoo another torture scene! Also...we get to see some..rather intense and insane moments between Tom and Harry :3 Anyways...enjoy the new chapter! (I don't own Harry Potter or The Change by the Deftones)

Chapter 11- The Change

I've watched you change

I took you home

Set you on the glass

I pulled off your wings

Then I laughed

Harry sighed as he pet the Dark Lord's familiar who was currently draped across his shoulders. He watched, as a doctor would a test subject, while Hermione Granger and last of his ex-best friends, struggled against her bonds. They were in her torture room and she was all set up for the experience.

Nagini, oddly enough, had asked to be present for this session as well so the little mudblood had quite an audience present for her execution.

Tom had decided to join again as well as Severus, both of whom, stood at the door to the room, glaring at the fuming bushy haired nit wit. The former Gryffindor golden boy finally sneered at the witch, kneeling at her feet and allowing Nagini to slither into the buck toothed girl's lap.

"Potter. I'm amazed you actually have the balls to do this." She quipped at him, brown eyes defiant as she smirked at him.

Harry stood, tilting his head to the side as he remembered all of the times she'd tortured him back when their roles had been reversed. He wondered if the girl sensed how much fun killing her would be for him. Probably not. The idiot was too self absorbed to be bothered with anything besides her own desires. He smiled then, before patting her cheek in mock sympathy.

"Now now, Granger. It's ok to admit that you're scared." He chided, poking out his lower lip to complete the look.

Hermione snapped her teeth at him like a rabid dog, eliciting a tisk of irritation from the teen as he stepped out of her range.

"I'm not scared of a worthless prick like you. I know what you are, filth." She hissed back at him, her eyes flaring with rage.

Harry rolled his eyes and moved his hand as he mockingly mimed her irritating voice. It was all tripe he'd heard before. Didn't any of them have new material to spew at him? Wiggling his toes against the dirt floor of the dank room, Harry grinned when he felt Magic's warm pulse push through him. Sensing her approval, he cast a quick glance back at his father and Tom.

A dazed breath left his body when the Dark Lord graced him with a grin that put hyena's to shame. He didn't know why Tom affected him this way. No one ever had before. The man was a puzzle and a joy to be around.

The verbal spars they partook against each other were both refreshing and illuminating. He'd also noticed that he didn't have the same aversion to the man constantly leering into his personal space like he did with everyone else.

With a sigh, carefully hidden, the Snape heir focused first on his father and then on Tom. He wanted their input on something.

"You think that maybe the reason why she constantly degrades my masculinity is because she's jealous she doesn't have a dick?" He voiced aloud, making Tom release a few manic giggles and Sev to snort.

A scowl of hatred lit the witches face as she glared heatedly at Harry's back. He could scent her rage and anger even if it was a bit dulled down by the suit. He'd been toying with how much or how little he could let through without drowning in the fetid stench that the Light wizard's magic seemed to exude. He wondered if, the more he irritated her, would her magical and emotional odor over power the dampening spells on the suit?

His attention was once more captured by his father when the man scowled at the mudblood who had so kindly joined them for this particular session. Nagini hissed irritably when she was shifted rudely by said frizzy haired bint, causing Harry and Tom to both smirk. Severus stepped closer to the girl sitting in the center of the room and looked down his crooked nose at her.

"I think you're right, child. I think she's rather envious of your equipment as well."

"Fuck you."

Harry wrinkled his nose and Severus appeared rather ill at the thought. Tom sneered and stepped closer to Harry, hissing to Nagini who instantly reared back and latched her teeth on the calf muscle of the rude girl. Hermione screeched in pain and kicked, trying to dislodge the reptile from her leg.

"How uncouth. Why would anyone want to touch you?" Tom managed, after regaining his composure.

Tom hissed again and Nagini let go and slithered back to Harry who knelt and placed her about his shoulder again. Harry sighed in relief at the comforting weight and delicious dark magic that seeped through his body from his fellow Horocrux.

Since the dispersal if the Death Eaters a few days before, Tom had gone and collected all of the horocruxes he made. He told Harry what the boy was, and Harry had taken it surprisingly well. With this new knowledge they theorized that Harry likely developed some of his new abilities thanks to the infusion of the dark magics with in the soul piece embedded in his magical core. After they had talked at length, the Dark Lord had gathered his horocruxes, minus Nagini and Harry, and left to incorporate them back into his body.

The result, had been an exceedingly more powerful wizard who was just as insane as before but with a quiet contemplative air that would often spout up at random moments. Harry also found that Tom was more protective. It was odd, having never felt such a thing before, to have the strongest wizard since Gellert Grindewald showing concern over his well being. Even Severus had been slightly uncomfortable with the change. But Harry just let it go, because he was positive that the only reason that Voldemort bothered was because he was his Horocrux.

Harry brought his mind back from past events and focused on his ex-friend who was gnashing her teeth in an attempt to stop crying. He lifted his lip in disgust. How had he ever considered her a friend? She was a pushy know it all who couldn't handle being wrong at all. She pushed her opinions on others, voicing her thoughts loudly without truly thinking things through.

Suddenly Harry grinned, reaching over to the table beside the girl and grabbing the Agonized Pear which rested innocently on it's silver surface. His teeth gleamed and he played with the nob at the end, twisting it so that the leaves expanded and retracted. He chuckled when brown watery eyes widened exponentially. Oh she knew this device did she? That made it even better.

He inched closer, his face cheerful as he knelt so that his face was close to hers. Nagini rested her head upon his own and if a snake could look smug, she was. Her slit amber eyes gazing at the mudblood with amusement. She hissed something to Harry and the former boy-who-lived laughed hysterically for a good while. Tom, too, seemed amused while Sev appeared put out that there was a section of Harry's life he couldn't be a part of. When the raven haired teen collected himself he locked gazes with the mudblood and smirked.

"So tell me, Granger. How many times did you spread your legs for the Order?" He quipped, green eyes flashing.

A red flush spread across her features as the frizzy haired girl narrowed her eyes at Harry.

"As many times as you and your father did, trash." She replied, appearing smug until Harry rolled his eyes.

The teen in question sighed as he stood and rolled the Agonizing Pear in his hands. He spared his seething father an inquisitive glance, which was recieved with a bored look if indifference. So it was a lie then. Hmmm. He wondered who had started the rumor then.

"Likely, Lupin." His father snarked, correctly reading the question in his gaze," I remember that he had this obsessive crush on your father and actively hated you and Lily for taking him from him."

Harry snorted and returned his eyes to his ex-friend in time to see her blanch in surprise. Oh this was utterly fantastic.

"Well considering that most of their advances were unwelcome on my end I can't really say I was spreading my legs as that denotes a sense of willingness. You on the other hand would do anything to get more power. So, again, I ask- how many times? Better yet, did you spread them for Dumbledore?" Harry inquired with a malicious smirk and a curious tilt of his head.

The angry flush spread even further over Hermione's face as shame and pride warred in her eyes. Tom made a loud mock gagging noise and Severus sneered in disgust. What a horrid thing to suggest. But Harry wasn't bothered anymore by the filthy scents he remembered from those nights he was locked beneath Dumbledore's mansion.

Oh the stories he could tell. Like the fact that Dumbledore and Hermione fucked on a regular basis. That Ginerva and Hermione sampled each other a few times too. That Ron loved taking it up the arse but only when Hermione was the one performing the act. Or how about the knowledge that while Hermione let pretty much everyone take her or what have you, she badly wanted to have Severus take her in the potions room. Well that last one Sev already knew and the older male had spent many minutes regurgitating his dinner in the porcelain bowl of his toilet upon discerning the information. Harry giggled as he remembered the moue of disgust that had marred the sallow face of his rather handsome father.

Guessing what his son was laughing about the dark haired professor scowled.

"Why are you laughing? No one would willingly want you. Not like me. They want me." Hermione finally snapped angrily and Harry's eyes became slits as a feral grin grew across his countenance.

Tom leaned closer to Harry and the teen blinked before giving a droll look to the older man, his grin slipping into an exasperated smirk. He had no clue why he felt so comfortable around the Dark Lord, nor why the wizard was so interested in him, aside from the Horocrux thing. However, he found that he liked it. It was almost like having a friend, and he could admit to himself that he enjoyed their banter and how uncomfortable the man made his father. It was fun teasing Severus.

"Now now miss know it all. I have it on good authority that our dear little Harry was a smashing lay amongst your little brood of traitors." The Slytherin Heir taunted.

Harry scowled suddenly, irritated that Voldemort had reopened that can of worms. After the death of Ron, Tom had demanded he go into more detail about what his relatives and captors had done to him. It had been uncomfortable and the Snape heir had been grateful that he'd only ever have to recount his tale once. What was the man playing at, saying such things?

"In fact, even some of my own Death Eaters wish to test out how flexible my little snake is." Tom mused, his red eyes narrowed and a flash of anger lept across the man's face, causing Harry to raise a brow.

Why was Tom so angry about that information? It wasn't like Harry was interested in his friend's minions. Leaning back a bit the boy turned his attention to the man situated behind him.

"Really now? Too bad for them, I'm not interested." He drawled, green eyes suddenly amused and his previous annoyance dying down.

Tom's eyes became less cold as they zeroed in on Harry's and an interested grunt issued from between his thin lips. His red wine orbs traveled over the ex-Gryffindor's thin frame, a leer pulling his lips away from his teeth.

Hermione's scoff caught their attentions back to her in time to catch the repulsed visage of the mudblood as she observed their closeness.

Severus smirked while he moved to stand in front of her, beside his son and offering his boy his silent support. He knew that the bint was going to say something less than flattering. On the plus side, it would make Harry all the more ruthless when the torturing actually commenced.

"You? Who would want you? You're nothing but a freak! An experiment. A broken weapon. You were so useless that after Kingsley was finished with you he came to me and asked that I send a few curses your way for him. He said he needed to wash after your sessions because, while you were a good lay, he felt your Slytherin attributes might be catching."

Harry's green eyes became blank as his thoughts turned inward. Really now? That's the best excuse the wizard could come up with? A giggle bloomed in his chest before it escalated and he was full on cackling insanely.

Oh that was priceless! The reason why the bastard had felt so unclean after raping him was because of Magic herself punishing him! Hermione gave him a wary confused look, her smug grin dying as his laughter continued. Which of course set him off on another peel of hilarity.

This was the brightest muggle born wizard of her age? Seriously?

His laughing brought him to the floor, where he collapsed and continued his guffawing. He eventually calmed himself to a few snickers and snorts before laying back, sprawled out on the floor.

Nagini, who had slithered away as her Master's speaker began laughing, moved so that her head lay on his still vibrating chest. Humans were so confusing to her. Even speakers.

When bright green eyes, laced with darkness, opened they focused on the two figures who stared down at him with matching amused expressions. Harry felt content right at that moment. Like he was home and accepted despite his dip into this psychotic frame of being. A hand trailing over the ridges above Nagini's eyes had the teen appearing as if he was ok with laying on the floor for the rest of the evening.

::Having fun on the floor, pet?:: drawled Tom, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Severus, while not speaking, seemed to be asking the same question. No one noticed how Hermione continued to watch her ex-friend warily, suddenly unsure of herself. Smug about his knowledge, Harry stretched out on the floor before slowly sitting, allowing Nagini to curl about his shoulders once more. When he stood, he brushed off his clothes and then gave Voldemort a mischievous smirk.

"I was, actually." He replied in English, chuffed that his father and Voldemort were so amused.

Tom snorted and then motioned towards the mudblood and the Agonized Pear still within his grasp. Harry sniggered while expanding and retracting the leaves again. He closed the distance between his friend and himself bringing the device to rest at the hollow of the Dark Lord's throat. A tick had begun at the corner of his eye as his mind swirled in a pool of insanity.

"So what was so amusing, son?" Severus asked, his dark eyes slitted in annoyance. He really didn't feel comfortable with his lord and his son getting so friendly with each other.

Harry turned his head to gaze at his father, missing the flash of anger that passed and disappeared across the Dark Lord's face. He smirked at his father before pulling away from the older wizard in front of him and walking back to Hermione's side. He tutted at Nagini who remarked that she wanted to just eat the mudblood and get it over with. He informed her that sometimes the hunt was so much better. Then he tapped the Agonized Pear against Hermione's cheek in a patronizing manner as he mock pouted.

"Well, father, this little mudblood was lied to! You see, Kingsley knew precisely why he felt the need to wash after every session he had with me. Magic saw to it that his discomfort and feelings of filth increased each time he touched me. He couldn't stop raping me but he didn't want to own up to the fact that he knew Magic was punishing him." He drawled and then giggled when the mudblood's face drained of color.

-Torture begins-

When Hermione opened her mouth to retort the Snape heir shoved the Pear into her mouth and magicked her mouth to seal around the leaves. He heard her teeth grind against the metal of the leaves and he bounced a little on his feet. He wondered if the teeth would break by the end of this? One way to find out.

He gripped the handle of the Pear and turned it. Each time it grew and the leaves spread those brown eyes would widen. If he had looked around he would have spotted the manic gleam of glee in Tom's eyes and the proud look that once more graced his father's. but he wasn't watching because he was too busy witnessing Hermione's dawning horror. He cackled and widened the leaves more, the corner of her lips splitting and blood pouring down her chin, the front of her mouth showed cracked teeth and still he kept turning the handle. Finally both sides of her cheeks were torn to the jaw bone, screams and whimpers still pouring from her throat.

Harry sighed as he stepped back to enjoy his work so far. Something was missing with all of this. He stalked around her, relishing the crying and whimpering. Snot and blood mingled with the tears pouring from her eyes. Her maw was gaping and held wide by the Pear being extended to its fullest. The teen stopped suddenly, spotting the meat mallet on the table. His grin became predatory as ideas ran through his head. Ah yes. Yes that could work.

Like a snake he gripped the handle of the meat mallet and brought it down on her wand hand, again and again, and again. She shrieked and writhed in the chair she was strapped to. Feeling a rush of magic pulse through him, the ex-scion dropped the mallet and positioned his palm over her mangled hand and pulled. The noise Hermione made as her broken bones were ripped through her skin, couldn't be described, but it was blissful to all of their ears. Tom couldn't ever remember hearing such a sound from one of his own victims. He was slightly jealous and yet insanely proud if the accomplishment. Collecting all of her hand bones in his hand, the boy giggled and placed them in his pocket. He might make a necklace out of them later. Harry tilted his head with a smile, watching as she whimpered and cried before he turned to his father.

"Well father, do you want to have a go? I'm finished really." The teen suggested, a satisfied glint in his gaze and Nagini hissed excitedly as she tightened her coils around Harry's neck.

Severus drew himself up, a manic look passing through his gaze. He appeared absolutely ravenous for the chance at torturing his son's ex-companion. Tom had to admit that he was just as desperate for more of her tortured shrieks. He remembered just what this woman had meant to his little servant and the horrors she had inflicted on her one time friend. How could someone turn on Harry so completely? Now that he knew the boy better, he honestly couldn't understand why he had gone after the ex-scion so religiously. Finally Severus nodded once, already Harry could see the potions master sift through his repertoire of deadly vials in his mindscape.

Harry snorted and he rolled his eyes in fond exasperation, once more proving how very close they were with each other and inciting that writhing jealousy to billow it's anger in the pit of his stomach. Tom scowled in his frustration, turning his wand on the mudblood who continued to blubber and whine, irritating him further. His years in the muggle orphanage shot through his mind as his anger increased and he viciously jabbed his wand into her eye sockets, effectively blinding her and surprising Severus with his loss of decorum.

Harry, however, seemed to be pondering something as his eyes had become thoughtful. The boys tongue flitted out a bit between his lips and shock lit in his eyes briefly before they once more narrowed in contemplation. But then the teen was distracted by Granger's pathetic noises and he grinned maliciously.

"Eye gouging. That's not something I would have thought of. I approve."

Tom mock glared, mood immediately calming into amusement.

"I'm so glad."

Harry snorted and then headed for the door before hissing to Nagini, asking her if she wanted to stay. Tom chuckled when his familiar replied she'd rather be with Harry and the boy shrugged before stretching a bit. He didn't notice that Tom's eyes trailed over his lithe form, taking in the muscles and visible scars with a hungry look. Severus ignored it for once, the pure excitement of being able to destroy one of his son's torturer's too great at the moment.

Harry noticed the child-like giddiness surrounding his father in a light lavender scent and chuckled before opening the door to the room. As his father pulled out potions from the inside of one of his robe pockets, one of the ones with the endless bottoms, Harry smirked and moved out of the room.

"Have fun father. Let me know how it turns out." He sing-songed, and after an amused nod, he left with Tom swiftly following behind the child as he exited the room.

Severus though, couldn't be bothered. He was too enthused by the screams he was going to be extracting from the foolish know it all. He looked forward to telling his son about it later.