Author's Note: You guys… are pretty great. Just wanted you to know that. :D
Warnings: Blood, gore, torture. All the good stuff. No smut, unfortunately.
Disclaimer: Do I need these anymore? I do not own Harry Potter.
"Tom, are you coming to see Diggory with me?" Harry asked glancing back at the man that was flawlessly dodging the people in the crowded street. "Yes, I do love watching you at work." Tom said stepping around a stocky woman that was hurrying down the street. Harry smirked, "Well, then I will put on a good show for you." Turning back around he continued down the street heading towards where Amos lived, he would have to apparate himself and Tom there. He grinned, now was his chance to side-along Tom, he knew that Tom did not know where Diggory lived and he did want to come along. Harry chuckled darkly, paybacks a bitch. He thought happily. Tom on the other hand, had just realized what he had gotten himself into, letting out a sigh he followed behind Harry at a slightly slower pace.
Harry remembered that the Diggory's had lived close by to the Weasley's and that was one of the reasons that they had all gone to the Quidditch game together, so while he didn't he know exactly where the house was, he could still apparate them close enough to it. Holding out his hand Harry patiently waited for Tom to take it, Tom once more let out a reluctant sigh, but took hold of the warm hand. Harry smirked and before Tom could ready himself for the uncomfortable feeling they were twisting away. Harry took in the grassy fields around them and chuckled when he felt Tom's grip tighten. The man scowled ever so slightly, not wanting to let on just how much he hated side-along apparation. Lifting his chin he looked around and saw tall grass flowing gently over hills and tall trees surrounding them. "So, this is where Diggory lives? It is nicer than I had anticipated." Tom commented, relishing in the cool breeze. Harry nodded, "Indeed, I can't dock the man on choosing a nice place to live. Though we still haven't seen his actual house." Tom locked eyes with Harry, "Let's hope it isn't completely repulsive. I would like to not have to worry about getting dirty, as I watch." Harry smiled, "Of course, we wouldn't want that now would we?"
Harry let his magic flare out around him, searching for Diggory's. He felt a flicker to his right and followed, Tom closeby. Tom's eyes widened when he felt Harry's magic, so powerful almost breathtaking in its intensity. I have felt it before, but not so close, only when he has been searching me out in mansion, or when he performs a particularly strong spell. This though, is truly amazing. It is much like my own, but where mine is calm, his is wild. Tom let a bit of his own magic leak out, letting it join with Harry's, feeling it. Harry looked over at him and smiled, allowing his magic to bond with Tom's. Tom shivered when the two joined, he felt pleasant little shocks run through his body and he could see Harry felt them too.
A few moments later they could see a small house appear in the distance, more of a cabin really. It looked to be a two-story and was made of a dark oak with lighter complimenting colors. Harry felt Amos's magic inside and decided now would be a good time to pull his own magic back in, Tom following suit. Harry walked up to the cabin and knocked on the door, they still had their glamours up, so when Amos opened his door he did not recognize either of them. Harry smiled and raised a hand in a wave, "Hello!" He chirped. Amos nodded in greeting, "Can I help you two gentlemen?" He asked. Harry nodded, "Yes, my brother and I managed to get ourselves lost and were wondering if you happened to have a floo network we could use?" Amos eyed them both, "I suppose I could let you both use it, please come in." He said stepping back from the door. Harry smiled, "Thank you very much sir, it means a lot!" Tom nodded in agreement with Harry, shutting the door behind them. "Please, call me Amos." Harry smirked, "Well, Amos. I'm sure you already know who I am." He said, letting his glamour melt away.
Amos reached for his wand quickly, "Potter!" He barked and backed away, his eyes flickering over to where Tom was standing. Harry grinned, "Very good! It seems you do know who I am, I was kind of worried for a second there, who knows some people can just be really forgetful. I see you're curious about who this is with me, Tom want to show him who you are?" He asked ignoring the man for now. Tom tilted his head to the side, "I think he might pass out if he learns who I really am, so let's just leave him to wonder." Tom answered smirking at the man that glared at him. Amos scoffed, "You think that highly of yourself, do you? Me pass out just from seeing someone!" Diggory made to raise his wand, but Harry intervened. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned, his grip firm on the man's wrist. Amos growled and tried to pull his wrist away from the painful grip, but Harry was unrelenting. Tightening his grip, Harry smiled brightly when he heard a snap. Amos let out a yelp and pushed Harry away, cradling his broken wrist to his chest. Harry chuckled, "You have such brittle bones! This is going to be so much fun." Harry cheered. Amos just looked at him in disgust, pain shining in his eyes.
"How about you hand over that wand? I might be a bit more gentle with you that way." Harry said, holding out his hand. Amos spat at Harry and made to run for the door. Harry frowned deeply and cast a wandless Scourgify to get the spit off of him, "How disgusting. Petrificus Totalus!" He cast, freezing Amos. "First of all, did you really think you could outrun me? If anything you should've tried to apparate away, stupid man. Second of all, you didn't give me your wand. So, now you will receive no mercy. And lastly, you got your saliva all over me. I'll only allow Tom to do that." He said flashing a toothy grin over at Tom, who only rolled his eyes in response. Harry stepped in front of Amos and plucked the wand out of his hand, "Now I have three wands. How lovely." Harry said, pocketing the wand with Mundungus'. Harry let go of the charm and Diggory stumbled, grabbing his throat Harry threw him into the ground, "Let's have a bit of fun, yeah?" He asked.
Diggory rubbed at his throat and glared, his other hand hung uselessly to the other side. "Now, now. It isn't very nice to glare at your guests. You should be providing us with entertainment." Harry mocked, pulling out his knives. Amos eyed the knives and shuffled away, "Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?" Amos asked. Harry tilted his head to the side, "You didn't do anything to me, besides blaming me for your son's death, but that is already forgotten. As for why, I'm making a name for myself, letting the Light know they have more than one enemy. And as to why I chose you, that's easy, it's because I could." Harry kneeled and brought a knife closer to Diggory, the tip digging into the man's jawline, leaving behind a trail of red. Diggory flinched, "But you did kill my Cedric, you didn't help him. Just watched as he was murdered, if it wasn't for you he would still be here!" He yelled angrily. Harry's eyes narrowed, "Didn't I just tell you that that was forgotten, yet you bring it up again. I was not the reason your son was killed, you can blame that on the stupid rat bastard, but he got what he deserved I tortured that little shit to death and how fun that was!" He said, his blade cutting deeper in his excitement.
Amos kept quiet, Harry pouted, "Why so silent? I want to hear your screams." Harry stood up and Amos crawled away, not getting far with only one hand. "Again? Honestly. Incarcerous." He sighed, the spell binding Diggory. Diggory let out a yell, when the cords tightened around his broken wrist. He pushed himself up so he was sitting and could see what Harry was going to do next. "See! That's so much better, I like hearing people's pain being vocalized." Harry told him. Amos frowned, "You're crazy." Harry laughed, "I know!" Tom chuckled behind him. Harry walked forward and squatted next to Diggory, "Enough talking."
Harry banished Amos' shirt and examined the man. Where should I start, at the ribs, maybe the stomach, or his nipples? Yes, that'll be interesting. Smirking Harry brought both blades up and positioned them in front of the nipples, stabbing both in the center deeply. Amos let out a scream and tried to wriggle away. Harry pulled one knife away and pushed Amos back, so his back was to the floor, sitting down next to the bleeding man Harry watched as tears clouded Diggory's eyes. Harry pulled his other knife from the man and brought it back down, this time slicing the whole nipple off and redid it to the other. Amos shouted and kicked his bound legs out trying to hit Harry. Harry picked the bloody nubs off of his knife and placed one on each lens of Amos' glasses, "So you can still be apart of them." Harry cackled. Amos tried to glare but every time he did he was distracted by the bits of flesh on his glasses. Tom smothered a laugh behind his hand and turned away, what a pathetic man. He thought happily.
Harry smiled softly, I'm glad Tom is happy. Harry put the knife in his left hand away, "I'll only need one now." He told Amos, since that man had a hopeful look on his face. "Trust me, I won't be letting you go." Diggory squirmed and cried out as his wounds were pulled from his movements. Harry brought his knife to Amos's ribcage and slowly stabbed it in, twisting it from side to side occasionally. Diggory screamed in agony, he could feel the blade ripping through muscles and felt the tip puncture his lung. "There," Harry said, "now you know you won't make it out of this ordeal alive, your lung will slowly fill up with your blood and collapse. You'll struggle for breath, but won't fall unconscious, so you'll be awake for everything." Harry finished, running a finger through the blood on his blade. Amos let out a yell of desperation and cried harder, "Y-you're a despicable h-human." He bit out through his tears. Harry patted him on the cheek, "You're wrong, I'm simply someone who wants to teach. This is a learning experience for me, for you, and soon enough Dumbledore. How is teaching despicable?" He asked. Amos remained quiet.
"I wonder, should I continue with writing messages on my victims, or do something else? Maybe just leave a nice little note in your blood?" He asked Diggory, bouncing the tip of his blade on the man's chest. "I suppose I can carve into you, but now the question is where? There is a lot of space on your back, but then I would have to leave you face down and they might not notice how pretty I've made your front!" Harry said. "Ahh, your thigh! That'll work, since your fat there will be even more room to work with too." Amos shivered, "Don't worry, I don't write my messages until the end." Harry looked over Amos's body once more and spotted his feet, they were bare, no socks, no shoes. "You know, I've never really liked feet. There is just something about them that rubs me the wrong way, I know some people really find them to be beautiful or erotic, but nothing about them appeals to me." Harry grabbed Amos's inner thigh and pulled his feet towards him, once they reached him he used his boot to push the man back a bit. Harry grabbed Amos's discarded shirt and transfigured it into a pair of rubber gloves, "Wouldn't want to touch those gross things." He told Amos gesturing to the stubby toes.
Grabbing the left pinky toe he began to push it backwards, "As I was saying before this is a learning experience, so let's see how far a toe can go before it breaks." Amos tried pulling his feet away, but Harry had a firm grip on his right ankle. The pinky toe was a little past a ninety degree angle before it let out a sharp crack. "Ooh, that was interesting!" Harry chirped, still holding the broken toe between his pointer finger and thumb he began rotating it in a circular motion. Amos handled the pain from it breaking, but when his toe was forced to move in irregular directions he cried out. Harry laughed, "How fun and I still have 9 more to experiment with!" From where Tom stood he could hear the grinding of the broken bones and he let a small shiver pass through him. Harry is beautiful when he is at work, his eyes shine and his skin almost takes on a glow. Even his magic comes out to 'play', flickering around him. Such a pleasure watching him.
Harry could feel Tom's magic joining with his, he could sense the other man's emotions, he could sense happiness, pleasure, intrigue, he could feel it all. Harry let a small breath escape him and he closed his eyes, steadying himself. When Harry opened his eyes again he was calm, he looked down at the man quivering beneath him and frowned. I want to hear him beg for mercy, to cry out in pain, scream and yell, so why is he being quiet? One would think that when you are being tortured you would want to cooperate, but no, this man remains silent. Only occasionally letting out a noise or a gasping breath for air. Harry let go of Diggory's toe and grabbed the next one, he picked up his knife and tilted the blade so it rest on the skin above the toenail. With one swift movement he cut clean through the toe, the nailed piece falling to ground. Diggory let out a shriek and his whole body jerked when Harry pressed the tip of his knife into the fresh wound. "Aren't these knives wonderful, Mr. Diggory? Tom got them for me a couple of days ago, they are so sharp, just look at how easily they cut through flesh and bone." Harry said and pushed the blade farther into the bit of toe that was left. Amos screamed and tossed his head to the side, his glasses coming askew and the forgotten nipples rolling off to the side and hitting his tear streaked face. Amos cried harder when he saw them bounce onto the floor. Harry only grinned.
"You should be happy right now, Mr. Diggory. I only have 8 toes left to play with." Amos stared lifelessly up at him. Harry glared, "Don't look at me like that, here I'll make you change that expression." Harry grabbed the middle toe and began to pull, Amos fidgeted but remained staring, Harry tugged harder and heard a 'pop'. That's when pain entered Amos's eyes and he clenched them shut a hoarse yell leaving his lips. Harry let go of the dislocated toe, "Better. I don't want you looking at me so pathetically, so silently. Do you understand?" He hissed. Amos refused to give an answer and turned his face away from Harry. Harry clicked his tongue in disapproval, "I suppose I'll just have to make you scream, but at least you're not looking at me like that anymore." He went for the next toe and thought, hmm, what to do with this one? Harry got his knife and let go of the toe, with his free hand he pushed Diggory's foot down so it was even with the floor and held it there. Harry tightened his grip on the handle of his knife and plunged it downwards, piercing through the nail, skin, and bone of the toe. Harry left the toe pinned to the ground and pulled out his other knife, enjoying the screams of Diggory as he did so, finally he was at the fifth toe. "I guess, I'll wait to do that on the other toe, since this foot is stuck to the ground. Unless, you would like to pull it out for me, Amos?" Diggory let out a gargle. "No? That's too bad." Harry said, mocking disappointment. Harry made quick work of the last toe on that foot, simply chopping it into multiple little pieces. When Diggory screamed this time it came out sounding gargled and a bit of blood was coughed out. "Seems like you'll be dead soon. After I finish off this foot and carve up one of your thighs, I'll put you out of your misery." Harry told him, grinning.
Harry pinched the tip of Amos's big toe and began to cut a circle around it, all the way to the bone. Once he finished the whole loop he dug his knife under the skin on the top of the toe, peeling muscle away from bone, making room for one of his fingers. Amos yelled and thrashed his head, more blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Harry stuck his pointer finger under the skin and began to pull, he heard ripping and he felt the skin begin to tear off, leaving a bloody flap of flesh Harry watched Amos pant and writhe from the pain. "Who knew skin was so easy to rip off. Although, the noises that came from your skin tearing were actually quite disturbing, even to me!" Harry said as he messed with the dangling skin. Amos groaned. Moving on to the next toe, Harry stabbed the tip of his blade into the base of the toe and dragged it down the nail, leaving a straight cut behind. The skin and muscle began to pull away, making the toe look like a cooked lobster tail. "Wow, you're beginning to become resilient if you didn't even make a noise during that." Harry complimented, a feral grin on his face. Three of these gross little things left, what to do? What to do? Harry cast an Incendio, a small flame dancing from the tip of his finger, "Let's see how long it takes for your flesh to melt away." He said bringing the flame closer to the toe.
Amos screamed the whole way through, his middle toe now only a bone, burnt skin and muscle near the base of it. His throat was raw and his chest hurt, along with his feet and broken wrist. All in all, Amos felt like shit, he wanted to fight back, to attack Harry. But, with his binds and broken bones, there really wasn't anything he could do. It hurt him to breathe and he knew in another half hour he would most likely be dead. Harry was currently cutting his fourth toe, small ribbons of skin were left hanging, Amos yelled and cried, screaming no longer possible. Finally, Harry reached his pinky toe, "Honestly, this toe is so small. How about I shove little wooden spikes into it?" Amos sobbed, Arthur Weasley had once told him of muggle movies and that one of the one's he watched had torture in it. What Harry was doing was to him now, was worse than what they did in those movies. Harry produced little stake-like wood pieces and began jamming them into the last toe, Amos shrieked he felt the nerve-endings begin to burn and produce sharp jolts that ran through his whole leg. A few drops of blood flew from his mouth to land on the wooden floor next to him, Amos shivered. "Well, look at that all ten toes, or what used to be ten toes, have been played with. You're almost done Amos, just a thigh left!" Harry told him cheerily.
Tom walked over to the pair and kneeled down next to Harry, "What are you going to write?" He asked, his eyes focused on the crying man. "Hmm, maybe something like, 'I love playing games, do you want to play one with me? This man did and look at how much fun he had', I'm not sure have any ideas?" Harry said as he pulled his knife out of the man's toe, freeing the foot. "No, that is fine. They'll know you are serious now and mean harm. Just, they'll also probably assume you are some psychotic sadist. Which you are." Tom said smirking. Harry laughed, "You know me too well, Tom." He said pecking the man on the cheek. Diggory looked on in disgust. Tom noticed this and gave him a feral smile, "Do you mind if I add a few things?" Tom asked Harry. Harry shook his head, "Go right ahead." Tom smiled and focused his attention on Amos.
"If you insist on glaring at us like that, I will burn your eyes." Tom told the man. Amos didn't get the hint and continued to glare, Tom grinned his white teeth bared menacingly. Copying what Harry did before, he cast an Incendio his fire a bit stronger than Harry's own and brought his hand over Amos's face, the flame flickering over his eyes. Amos closed his eyes and turned his face away from the heat, Tom grabbed his chin and forced his face back towards the flame, "Now, let's watch them melt." Tom said, the flame now licking at the man's skin, burning it. Slowly the eyelids burned away leaving the eyes vulnerable. Diggory's screams were muffled from the tight grip on his face, making the flame stronger Tom burned his eyes, leaving bubbling puddles in the man's skull. Amos's head fell limply to the side, white liquid pouring out of the empty sockets. "You're sexy when you are torturing people Tom." Harry purred next to him. Tom chuckled and blew out the flame, "Sorry I killed him." Harry waved it off, "It's fine, I'm sure that hurt him a lot more than my cutting would." Tom grinned.
Harry set to work on slicing his message into Amos's thigh, having had to cut out a piece of the man's pants before he started. Tom sat back and watched, the knife made quick work of the skin, letters forming words, blood dripping down the pale thigh. Harry pulled away and looked over his message, "Alright, we are done here. I'll give write Fred and George and tell them to come up with some reason for the Order to come and investigate." Harry said and stood up. Tom nodded, "Yes, I'm sure they'll come up with something believable, they were the ones that suggested you kill this man in the first place." Harry smiled, "Yep and a great suggestion it was!"
"Let's go back home, yeah?" Harry said, cleaning and putting his blades away. Tom looked over at Harry a soft smile on his face, "Yes, let's go back home." He said and they apparated back to the mansion.
Author's Note: I know, I didn't put Harry's meeting with Remus in this chapter and I apologize for that. I'm also sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter up, but I came down with a really bad flu and was in no condition to write this. But, I'm all better now, so the next chapter should be up in a couple days! Hope you enjoyed. :)