Wicked Game

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A/N Look I know it's short and it has been forever but here it is.

Chapter Eleven

Chains

The room of requirement was filled with people. All houses and most years were represented. They were currently occupied with whispering to one another and death glaring at the muggle magically bound to a chair in the front of the room. The stories of Harry's treatment at his hands had reached all their ears and they knew he was about to receive some retribution for his crimes.

Harry was generally hard to piss off but those that had managed it before hand winced at the thought of what their leader could do to Dudley. Nothing they had done to warrant his ire even came close to what the youngest Dursley and his gang had done to Harry.

The others not wondering about the fate of the muggle in their midst was wondering were the emerald eyed wizard and his cohorts were at. They had yet to be spotted and Dudley had been bound to the chair before the first people arrived. Something had to be up for Harry to be late, or he was just trying to unnerve his cousin before extracting vengeance.

20 minutes after the last stragglers entered the room had passed before Blaise and Theodore made their appearance, Harry and Draco were still mysteriously missing. The two wizards made their way over to Dudley and unbound him from the chair.

Dudley feeling the bindings on him release leapt, as quickly as his massive bulk would allow, away from the chair and towards the door to the outside world. He barely thought for a second about why those two had just let him go but he found out quickly as his hand touched the knob and it was thrown backwards in his face.

A few confusing moments passed for the spectators but when it ended they saw Harry had Dudley pinned to the ground his whole arm glowing green and his wand jabbed into the jowls of Dudley's neck just like the first night in the common room. Draco was just standing slightly behind Harry ready to help if Dudley was granted a miracle and wiggled out of Harry's grasp.

"You didn't seriously think two of my best friends would just let you go did you?" Harry practically purred into Dudley's ears his eyes blazing with fire as thoughts of the torture to come set his blood boiling.

"You see I seem to remember a promise I made to you at the beginning of the year, something along the lines of following my rules now? I am a wizard of my word, I can't just let you get away with a few slashing hexes and a little acid. Oh no, you deserve much more than that. Don't worry cousin you will not die tonight, but you will wish you had." Harry taunted again, and the others realized by the steadily reading face of the muggle that Dudley had been silenced as well as bound.

Harry turned to face the waiting crowd. "Tonight will not be a normal meeting. I am going to be using spells I never want to see any of you using. If you have a problem with blood or other such side effects of torture leave now, I will not count you any less for it. This is your one and only warning."

"Why not? Why can't we use the spells, you're using them!" A Gryffindor fourth year called from the back of the crowd.

"Because if we used them it would kill us," Draco answered in Harry's place. "You should know better than to think Harry gives orders just because he can."

"Is it true? Can it really kill us?" A curly haired girl from Hufflepuff who showed quite a bit of promise asked quietly from the side.

"No." Harry beat Draco to answer this one. "Some of the magic I use could kill you, but I am not using that tonight. This magic could kill your soul which is a fate worse than death."

She gulped a bit and nodded hesitantly to show she understood. No one else bothered to ask a question but Harry noticed at least five people slide out of the door while they had the chance. Learning the spells and seeing them in use was two different things.

Harry hadn't realized just how much his answer to the Hufflepuff had unnerved Draco. Was Harry really going to play with Soul magic with everyone around them? One distraction and Harry would be as soulless as a Dementor victim. He realized Harry was royally pissed at Dudley and wasn't thinking as clearly as he could be, but this was going too far, he really hoped Harry knew what he was doing.

While Draco had been thinking Harry had been getting ready to begin working on Dudley. This was one time he wanted his magic firmly in hand before he even thought about casting any magic. He had thought up a way to get Dudley permanently out of the way. Hopefully without Dumbledore knowing about it, if they played their cards right Dudley could be the key to bringing down the manipulative old man. One Dumbledore was out of the picture he would just finish Dudley off to leave his path to Voldemort clear.

The reason he had decided to do this in front of the 'Old Crowd' was there was a portion of the magic he was about to perform that he would need to borrow magic from an outside source or the spell would not work right. The more people he drew magic from the better the spell would take.

The one ingredient the spell needed besides the words was something Harry was more than willing to produce, in copious amounts… Dudley's blood.

With a deep breath and a feral grin Harry growled out spell after spell. He started out with low level pain curses and worked his way up to the point Dudley was nothing more than a blubbering mess on the ground. His body was losing blood in what would have been worrying amount had anyone in the room felt any reason to worry over the fate of Dudley.

Harry would later admit under pressure from his friends that the amount he pulled from Dudley was excessive but his excess was not chastised in the slightest.

When Harry was satisfied with the blood pulled from Dudley and his body was pulsing with magic he started the spell work that would forever change the dynamic between wizard and muggle.

Touching his wand tip to the liquid life spilling from Dudley he whispered the word, "Dementorum."

At the last syllable Dudley's body spasmed in pain as he thrashed and soundlessly screamed. Just as suddenly as it had started the pain died and his body went limp the watery blue eyes blank as death.

Harry pulled his wand away from the blood and with it came a glowing ball of energy balanced on the tip and secured in place by his magic.

Harry had literally stolen the soul right out of Dudley's blood and now held his cousin's fate in his hands alone.