Author's Note: `v`
Warnings: Another short time-skip and torture!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Tom handed over their slips to Filch, the raggedy man looking them over before letting them pass. Harry made his way down the path a bounce in his step, Tom following behind him amused at how excited Harry was. "A month, that is how long I had to wait." Harry tsked. "Yes, but here we are now." Tom told him putting his hand on Harry's shoulder once they were out of sight. Harry nodded, "You know where you're going?" He asked. "Of course." Tom replied and they twisted out of existence, before showing up in front of a two story house. "Do I want to know, how you know where this vile woman lives?" Harry asked looking up at the light pink house. "It matters not." Tom replied, walking towards the door. Harry grinned as he followed behind, ready to torture the bitch.
Tom rung the doorbell and stepped back, waiting for the woman to appear. A pudgy face peered out at them from the window next to the door before disappearing, only to reappear when the door opened. "Can I help you, dears?" She asked in a sickly-sweet voice, her lips pulled into a tight smile. Harry stepped next to Tom, "You can." He said before casting a quick Stupefy. "Honestly, you would think she would be more prepared for an attack." Harry said sneering down at the pink woman lying on the floor. "Yes, but according to you she is more inclined to the theory of things rather than the practice." Tom supplied. Stepping over the body to get inside the house. "Maybe she'll have learned her lesson when she wakes up." Harry said, a levitation charm being put on the toad. As the unconscious body floated next to him Harry sat down at the dining room table, Tom was looking at all of the plates with cats on them hanging on the walls. Harry let the body fall to the floor with a satisfying 'thunk' and then got to work taking her wand and immobilizing her, for when she woke up. Her arms were spread above her head along with her legs being spread. He had something in mind that would require easy access to certain areas, he chuckled as he stood up.
Tom admired the skillfully done knots, "Have you had practice with these?" He asked, the tip of his shoe touching one of the knots. "Not much, but I figured it would be a good thing to learn about it." Harry said. Tom hummed. A good thing to learn, indeed. Tom looked up when he heard a quiet, Muffliato followed by a Concealment Charm. "Don't want anybody finding her right away!" Harry chirped. Tom turned away and began to make his way through the house, this woman worked in the Ministry so she could have something that they would find interesting. He sorted through papers, if nothing else this woman was organized and that helped greatly. Harry walked into the room where Tom was and looked around, "Too much pink." He said. Tom pulled away from the papers, "It is a bit overbearing." Tom said. "Only a bit?" Harry asked grinning. "Only a bit." Tom said smiling back. Harry laughed, but stopped when he heard a groan. His lips pulled back in a menacing leer and Tom admired the look, before following Harry out of the room.
"You're awake!" Harry greeted, face hovering over Umbridge's. The toad struggled against her bonds and Harry laughed, "Oh, please. Do you actually believe you can get out of them that easily?" He asked. "Who are you two?" Dolores asked, eyes frantically taking in the identical faces above her. "You know, I think I'll keep that a secret for now." Harry told her. Both Tom and Harry stood up straight and Tom motioned for Harry to carry on as he went to go sit in a chair. Harry smiled before pulling out one of his blades, Harry spun it between his fingers, watching as Dolores' eyes followed the blade. "Do you like it?" He asked. Dolores met his eyes and flinched when she saw the crazed look shining in them, "It is a beautiful knife." She said, trying to appease him. Harry nodded, "It is. It was gift along with its copy." He told her, patting his pocket to show her that there was another. "O-oh?" She asked. "Indeed! Let me show you just how sharp they are." Harry said squatting in between her spread legs. "I can see that it is very sharp, there is no need to show me." Umbridge told him frantically, head raising from the floor to try and see what he was going to do. The fat around her neck getting forcing her head back slightly, preventing her from seeing her lower half. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Yet." Harry said gently.
Gripping the edge of her skirt he put the sharp side of the blade to it and pressed. It sliced through easily and Umbridge shrieked when her whole skirt was cut down the middle, leaving her exposed. Harry grimaced at the sight, "Ugh. Maybe I should have saved that for later. Trust me, neither of us like it this way." Harry told her, patting a pale thigh. Umbridge yelled and thrashed against her restraints again, Harry leant back on his heels and watched. Shaking his head he looked over at Tom, "Repulsive." He mouthed. Tom smiled, "Yes." He replied. Harry chuckled. Umbridge stopped her struggling at the sound and looked at Harry wearily. Bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, Harry brought the blade down, the tip pointing towards Umbridge's most sensitive area. Almost as if she could sense the blade, Umbridge forced her body back. Only a bit, but Harry frowned at her. "You shouldn't resist like this. You deserve this. Shit, I deserve this. You were a horrible teacher, you know? Torturing students with a blood quill, not teaching them anything useful, acting like you were Merlin yourself. Disgusting." Harry said and he pushed the blade in, easily cutting through the thin layer of cloth that protected her. Umbridge squealed and shrieked and she felt the sharp knife pushing into her, cutting delicate flesh and ripping skin that shouldn't haven't been stretched.
Harry fascinated by the sight of blood soaking into the underwear, stabbed the knife in deeper, eliciting louder screams. Harry pulled the blade out in one fluid motion and watched a drop of blood roll off of the tip and land on Dolores's thigh. She lay sobbing on the floor, brown curls in a disarray from her thrashing about and eyes puffy. Harry sighed softly and cast a Scourgify on his blade and tucked it into his robes once more. "Tell me, Umbridge. Have you heard any interesting things at the Ministry?" He asked. She sucked in a harsh, shuddering breath trying to calm herself and looked at the bright green eyes that watched her in amusement. "Th-the only thing that has happened s-somewhat recently was the breakout of P-potter." She gasped out, some words coming out a bit choppy. Harry tilted his head to the side, "That's it? Really? That is such old news by now. Even the kids at Hogwarts have stopped gossiping about that. Does the Minister even try to do anything about the Dark Lord anymore?" Harry asked, surprised that there is nothing of importance going on at the Ministry. "The Minister is trying." Dolores tried to defend. Harry laughed.
"Enough talking for now. Right now all I want to hear are your screams." Harry told her as he sat cross-legged between her legs. With his wand he made a small flame that moved where he wanted. As the fireball drifted closer to Umbridge's already mutilated body, she shook with fear. The flame passed into her body, through the opening that Harry had made earlier, and she screamed. All she could feel was her already abused vulva being burnt from the inside, the pain unexplainable. What she could describe was sharp, burning shocks course through her body from head to toe. Immaculate nails clawed at the floor, breaking on the hardwood, the pain insignificant compared to what she was currently going through. Harry was entranced by the sight of pink skin beginning to blacken and crack, blood dripping from new wounds. Finally, he expelled the flame and Umbridge's tense body spasmed as the pain slowly ebbed away. Harry let the toad relax for a moment, before moving quickly and suddenly as he grabbed his knife and stabbed it into her thigh. Her choked yell of surprise and pain was music to his ears and Harry smirked. Dolores cried and cried, a lump in her throat as she tried to speak. "Who are you two? Y-you both look like k-kids still. Why a-are you doing this to me?" She sobbed out. Harry looked over at Tom who was reclined in the chair, legs stretched out in front of him as he watched Umbridge be tortured. Tom nodded.
"I'll be nice, you can see who we are now." Harry said smiling as he slipped off his ring. Tom did the same as he stood and made his way behind Harry, legs resting against Harry's back slightly. Harry grinned and gave a little wave to the astonished look on Umbridge's face, but her eyes focused on Tom, "Should I know you?" She asked, voice quiet, as though she already knew but needed to make certain. "You can't tell by just seeing his lovely red eyes?" Harry asked and he 'tsked'. Dolores began to shake, "I-I'm really going to die here?!" She sobbed hysterically. Harry sighed and relaxed against the legs behind him. "She gets over her pain fairly quickly, does she not?" He asked, tilting back his head to look up at the man. "She does." Tom responded, frowning down at the woman. "Yes, you are going to die here, Professor. If that wasn't clear before." He muttered the last part under his breath. "But, that doesn't mean you are going to die right at this moment. So, let us get started, shall we?" Harry said lips pulled back in a feral grin. Dolores whimpered and pulled her wrists, only chafing her skin more.
"I'm sorry to not see this all the way through, but I have some things to attend to. If you don't mind my leaving for a bit?" Tom asked, only out of politeness. Harry glanced behind him to see Tom, "Going to see Lucius?" He presumed. Tom nodded. "Alright then. See you later!" Harry chirped, letting one hand pat Tom's thigh. Tom gave a small smile and ran his fingers through Harry's hair before stepping away, disappearing. Harry focused his attention back on Umbridge, "It's a bit sad that he left so soon, but don't worry we'll have fun on our own." Harry told her. Umbridge shivered and now that she was slightly calmer, she could feel all of the pain coming back. The burnt and stabbed flesh sending shockwaves of pain through her, tears making hot trails down her face. Harry pulled out his knife and she yelled out, blood gushing from the deep wound. Harry stood up and circled around her, "I think I'll test out some Parselmagic on you." He said quietly, more to himself than her. He bent down and wiped the blade on her pink blouse, leaving behind a trail of red. "You don't mind, right?" He asked, giving her an innocent look when he saw the disgust flash in her eyes. Harry straightened himself out and thought, a Crucio first. Yes, that'll be nice.
Tom appeared in front of Malfoy Manor, taking in the white peacocks strolling about as he made his way to the entrance. He put his ring back on, making him appear as Nex once more, before knocking on the door. It was only a few moments later when a house-elf opened the door, "Can I help you?" It asked, wringing its hands together. "Yes, can you take me to Lucius, please?" Tom asked politely. The house-elf faltered, "Master is busy at the moment." The house-elf said. Tom sighed softly, he let a bit of his magic spike out, knowing Lucius would easily be able to tell who was here. "He will be here in a moment I'm sure." Tom told the elf. The house-elf only remained by the door, turning its head when it heard the tell tale sign on Lucius coming down the stairs. "Master." It said bowing low. Lucius didn't even spare it a look, focusing on Tom, "Please, come in." He greeted. Glancing at the house-elf he barked out for it to leave, the house-elf squeaked in fear before snapping its fingers.
With both settled in Lucius' study, Tom finally spoke, "I have a job for you Lucius. Both Blade and myself have infiltrated Hogwarts, that is why I currently look like this, as for your job I want you to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." He said. Lucius sat back in his chair, slightly surprised, "You want me to teach, my Lord? May I ask why?" He questioned cautiously. "As you know, it is harder to get information to all of the Death Eaters, with you there I can relay any information to you and it will be easier for you to get it to the others. As for the current professor, I already have plans in mind to dispose of him quickly. It is your job to secure the position, do I make myself clear?" Tom asked. Lucius bowed his head, "Of course, my Lord." Tom nodded, satisfied, "Good. I will be taking my leave then. The job will be open by the end of the week." Tom stood and made his way towards the door. Lucius bowed, head filling with all kinds of different thoughts on how he would convince the old fool to let him teach.
Tom stepped out of the mansion and smirked, "This will make things so much simpler." He said out loud. With a small spin he apparated back to Umbridge's house, he entered quickly and had to dodge a blade that flew past his face. Tom sucked in a harsh breath, "I should have given a warning before coming in." He said, pulling out the knife from the door. Harry was looking at him with wide-eyes, "I'm sorry." He apologized softly. "Nothing to apologize for, now what did I miss?" He asked as he handed back the knife. Harry took it and hummed, "Well, I'm about done with her. But, as you can see she is currently out of it." Harry informed him. Tom looked over Harry and saw that the toad was frothing at the mouth and looking up at the ceiling with dazed eyes. "Interesting. I don't think I have ever left anyone frothing." He said. Harry chuckled, "I honestly thought that it was something that really only happened in movies, I mean it's not as if I've poisoned her." Tom smiled, "It just means that you have done good so far." He complimented. Harry beamed up at him, eyes glinting with mischief.
Tom watched Harry, the boy's green eyes were captivating to look at as he worked and Tom found himself unable to look away. So many emotions danced through those eyes and Tom enjoyed naming each one, there was joy, hate, anger, satisfaction, pleasure, and the list continued on. Tom's personal favorite was the love that shined in those eyes when the boy would look over at him every once in a while, he would give Harry a small smile every time. Tom hummed thoughtfully, he's turning me soft. Tom closed his eyes in acceptance, that is fine.
Author's Note: Forgive me for the late update?