Chapter Twenty-Five:

Twisted Minds

A/N: Read, Review, Enjoy!! Two more chapters left after this! That's right, two! ^_^

allieb23 - Sorry, gonna have to keep you waiting even LONGER. hehe...although, Draco is rather naughty this chapter (I don't think Harry can contend with it...though he is naughty next chapter in his own special Harry-way). =D

WARNING!!!!: DARK CHAPTER!

Twisted Minds - Possessed

Twisting my mind, insane

Ripping on your own brain, you're slain

Grieving the sunset, terror

And your last breath is nearer.

Revenge.

Draining your soul out, bloodless

Awaiting the final sentence

Grasping your last piece of mind

Slip into madness, our kind

Revenge.

*

THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED-TO-BETRAY

Not even one year ago Harry James Potter, currently a Sixth Year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, defeated the Darkest Lord our world has ever known; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Eternally grateful of the young boy, whose very victory is considered a fluke amongst many believers, and instead of leading the Light into a new era Harry Potter has decided to turn to the Dark side.

Afterall of our trials in this world over the past six years, it is befuddling to say the least why the boy would do such a thing. Many will not believe that the Golden Boy of our new era has done this, but there were hundreds of witnesses yesterday evening in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Harry Potter announced his undying love and partnership to none other than Draconis Lucius Malfoy, the son of a Death Eater at large who is rumoured to be in Norway leading the growing Death Eater Alliance. Is it possible that Harry Potter is choosing to lead this new group and reign a new kind of darkness on our world?

It is very likely so. Ever since a young age, Mr Potter has been extraordinarily strong and his magical core far advanced from even Albus Dumbledore himself. With great power comes even greater greed, as seen through the actions of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Having lost his entire family during the terrible war, it does not come to a surprise that Mr Potter is turning to the Dark Side of things.

The greatest questions in everybody's head are; Did Mr Malfoy lure him? Is Harry Potter being poisoned? Controlled? Imperius'd? Alas, it is not so, Mr Potter is acting on his own free will.

During the last few battles of the raging war between Light and Dark, Mr Potter seemed to have been broken down by the murder of Sirius Black, the Azkaban escapee. Sirius Black was Harry Potter's Godfather and could one of many reasons for Mr Potter to change sides.

I will not be surprised when, in due time, Mr Potter becomes the one called 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'...Cont'd on Page 2.

Harry growled angrily and shoved the Daily Prophet away from him, he closed his eyes tightly shut and willed them to burst into flame and wasn't surprised when it did. Hermione and Ron gave a shriek of surprise whereas all the other students looked over at the angry brunette freightfully, most having just read and some believing the article as well.

"Don't let it get to you, mate. We know better," Ron assured him half-heartedly from across the Gryffindor Table during breakfast of the second day of term.

"And look, there comes Draco now," Hermione nudged her head towards the door where Harry's gaze automatically flickered to. The blonde seemed happier than usual, a smirk on his perfect pointed face as he approached the Gryffindor Table without a glance at his own Houses Table.

As he sat down beside Harry, he pecked him lightly on the cheek and the brunette blushed as girls 'awwed' around them. "Look, they all think we are cute," Draco drawled amusedly, beginning to pile home fries onto his plate.

"Cute, cuddly, dangerous, dark, assholes, traitors..." Harry reemed bitterly between his clenched teeth. Draco stopped what he was doing and turned to his lover with concern, his arms gently wrapping Harry around him.

"What is it? What is wrong? Do not tell me you are actually giving that news article the time of your day because if you are, Stop It. We are so much better than that, Harry. Pining over it is exactly what they want you to do," he whispered into his ear, Harry took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"How did you know?" Harry grumbled.

"Because love, I know everything about you so of course I know what gets under your skin...hell, I am the expert at it and have been for six years running," Draco winked with a small chuckle and continued on with his breakfast, detangling himself from Harry much to a few girls disappointed who had been onlooking to their conversation...including Hermione.

"Erm...why are you sitting with us?" Ron finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

"If you would just turn around to look at my House for a moment, you can answer your own question Weasley," Draco explained without looking up from his plate. Three pairs of eyes turned to the Slytherin Table where every student was glaring in their general direction, no doubt at Draco.

"Man..if looks could kill..." Ron shook his head in disbelief, how could students treat members of their own house like that? It just didn't make sense to him until he remembered that they were indeed Slytherin's. "...You've always got a seat here, mate. We won't bite too hard or nothing like that and I can bet on my Galleons that were loads more fun than those slimey snakes," Ron said cheerily, though it was with quite an amount of force.

Everybody looked up at the redhead in astonishment, even Draco who didn't waste time masking how surprised he was at Ron's openness towards him. Acceptance of their relationship. Harry was absolutely beaming as he lunged across the table and wrapped his arms around Ron's neck. The redhead froze before slowly hugging his friend back. When Harry released and sat back in his own spot, with an array of breakfast foods on his shirt mind you, all eyes were now astonishingly on him.

"What did I do?" he asked nervously, biting his lip.

"Harry...that's the first time you...initiatively touched either of us since last year..." Ron said in a dazed voice.

Harry's smile faltered but only for a moment and then he felt Draco's hand on his leg and he began grinning, "What can I say? I'm happy I've got such great friends. And thanks Ron, it means a lot to Draco and I. With the way those Slytherin's are looking at us, Merlin knows we'll need some support," Harry groaned.

"Yes. Thank you...Ron," Draco added in afterwards recieving a glare from the redhead.

"Call me Weasley. It's too weird hearing you say my first name," he shivered for the effect before both boys found themselves smirking, much to Hermione's and Harry's amazement.

"This really has been a productive breakfast, don't you think?" Hermione finally spoke up.

"I guess so...might as well bury old corpses before they rot," Ron shrugged and the other boys nodded in their agreement.

*

Life is strange, it's one big game

Live or dead, it's all the same

Hidden secrets inside my head

Decaying bodies, my blade it red.

Rotting world, so full of clones

Sickening feeling inside my bones

Madness creeps up from behind

Sanity is drained, my state of mind.

*

Winter finally began to melt away and Hogwarts found itself bathing in buds of new flowers, trees, the grass was green and the students were happy. For the most part anyway. Draco had stuck around the Gryffindor Trio as much as possible without making himself go insane, of course. He and Ron had a mutual understanding though the insults would still frequently pass between them, as well as a few chuckles in between. However, due to the season Qudditch practices were happening for often for Harry and Ron.

Draco had been forced off his team by a vote from the Slytherins, and without so much as a shrug the blonde agreed. He had admitted that the only reason he ever pretended liking Qudditch was so that he had something to beat Harry at. Well, the Gryffindors had a good laugh at that.

It seemed a lot of the students were becoming greater in spirit in reference to their open relationship, it didn't even phase a lot of people anymore when they kissed in the hallway or softly said "I love you," to one another. A few more newspaper articles had come out with 'exclusive pictures' that Draco threatened to murder Colin Creevey with his bare hands for.

Hermione spent a lot of time with the blonde Slytherin, the two would study for their end of term exams in the library together and finish up homework silently when their boys were at Qudditch practice. Neither were fond of sitting in the stands and watching.

On one particular evening Hermione wasn't to be found as she was working on a group project with Pavarti and Lavender in the Gryffindor Common Room - the only place the Gryffindor's wouldn't welcome Draco often. So the Slytherin found himself in the Restricted Section of the library, digging through Dark spell books attempting to find something he had read before in his Father's study. He could always request to Floo home and retrieve the novel, but he would doubt that Dumbledore would be very keen on what the subject was he was researching.

Ever since Christmas, Draco had a plan for revenge in his head. At first the plan was simple and quick, but then it suddenly blossomed into something more intricate. Or at least, the means of the plan developed. He wanted to make somebody suffer. He was going to do it. And as Easter holidays arrived, he knew it was the perfect time to execute his said plan.

And that is why he currently found himself with his nose shoved in books that gave him dirty looks from the other students, books that only people like Tom Riddle would consider picking up unless they were froced to.

Ron had slunk into the library after Qudditch practice, needing to quickly finish up a Potions essay for tomorrow. Then he caught Draco buried beneath piles of books in the corner. Ron approached as he normally would, with caution. But then he saw the subjects of the books and nearly bolted out of the room. Instead, he down nonchalantly across from Draco.

"What are you planning to do?" Ron asked, cutting straight to it without a single word of defiance in his voice.

"I love Harry," Draco replied with a weary shrug.

"What does that have to do with all this dirty rubbish?" Ron scowled at the books his parents were horrified of.

"Harry deserves to have his revenge, and we both know he is not fit for dishing it out," he shrugged again, his eyes never leaving his page.

Realization hit Ron and a mischevious smirk crept onto his face, "I want to help,"

"No. Simply out of the question. If you want to help, make sure you do not tell Harry about this. I am planning to do it this weekend and he cannot know or he will stop me. You know that above all people, he will not let me do it," Draco explained importantly.

"I'll tell 'em if you don't let me help. Malfoy, Harry means just as much to me as he does to you...just in different terms," Ron blushed lightly at that as Draco raised his eyebrow, looking up from his book now.

"I could use some help in case things go array," Draco said thoughtfully. It wasn't a bad idea, you never know if there could be Death Eaters lurking around.

"Good. We're in agreeance. When are we going? Friday? Saturday?"

"Saturday evening, I am leaving midnight by Floo from Severus' office to my Manor and from there we can apparate. I have never been to this specific location so it might be difficult for me..."

"I want to bring somebdoy along," Ron interrupted hastily, his mind working faster for once.

"No way. And if it is Granger, I will most definitely just Obliviate you on the spot,"

" 'Mione? Do you really think I'm that stupid, she'd never let us go through with it!" Ron was smirking rather devilishly now, and Draco found it all the more amusing...a Weasley attempting to be sinister. Oh boy would Ron ever be in for a surprise on Saturday what it really meant to be sinister like a Malfoy.

"Who then?"

"Er...it's a surprise. Listen, trust me Malfoy. I've helped you now you help me. I need to do this too, and so does this other person. With the two of us, we can Side Along Apparate because we've both been there before so it's a greater chance you won't Splinch yourself," Ron bargained craftilly.

Draco slowly put down his book on its open page and reached his slender, pale hand across the table. "Deal," he said simply, and a dark look crossed Ron's eyes as they shook hands. "Now leave me in peace please, I have studying to do," he said and was surprised when Ron didn't take more than a second to disappear entirely from the library, forgetting all about his Potions assignment as new twisted thoughts entered his head.

Revenge.

*

Mentally insane

Maladjusted minds

Lunancy within

Evil twisted minds.

Cast my wishes from the grave

Below the Earth, my body enslaved

Cults of people down in Hell

Skulls are splitting from their spell.

*

The time had come and Draco was ready. Ron had yet to appear and the boy only had five minutes left until the blonde was leaving. But he didn't want to leave, curious of who this person was that Ron was bringing along.

"You're still here. I have guessed you to leave without us," Ron said, genuinly surprised as he and none other than Remus Lupin walked into Snape's office.

Severus was currently in his rooms, or so Draco believed. It turned out he was in Remus' dorms and didn't have a clue as to why his lover had left unannounced only promising to be back later....even though it was past midnight.

"Professor," Draco curtly nodded before scowling to Ron who shrugged it off.

"I know you're weary of me being here, Draco. But you know that I want revenge too, we all do. For Harry," Remus said firmly stepping forward.

Draco allowed his gaze to calculate the man before nodding simply, "Lets be off then. I can Floo the two of you at once in this fireplace...it is large enough," he said, ushering them under the mantle where they all ducked their heads and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from its holder. They thrust it downward all saying, "Malfoy Manor," clearly and transporting directly to the fireplace in Lucius' old study.

"Are you two ready? I will let you have your ways but then...then they are mine. You must leave the ending piece to me, understood?" Draco hissed at the both of them, Ron looked about to retort but Remus placed his hand softly on his shoulder and nodded gently.

"We understand, Draco. It is only natural for a mate to want that and it'd be incrediably stupid of us not to give that," he agreed.

Draco looked over at the two men again. 'Gryffindors,' he thought to himself 'All noble, all heart, all soul. But have they got the stomach for what they are going to see?'

"I want this to be quick, Sev will start to wonder and go looking for me," Remus explained, "And I have no doubts that there'd be certain people looking for the two of you as well,"

"Not me, sir. Harry thinks I am in my dormitory, safe and sound," Draco smirked evilly as Ron rolled his eyes.

"Lets just go, I'm really revved up now and if the two of you would kindly shut your mouths I've gotta lotta anger to let out one somebody!" Ron growled.

"I agree, Ron, I agree," Remus said collectively before linking his arm with the redheads. He offered one out to Draco who took it and on the werewolves countdown, they all side along apparated only to land in darkness on the gravel.

Draco groaned, his head hated apparition so much. Quickly he shook it off as he glared at the household before him.

Number Four Private Drive.

Harry's childhood home.

Harry's hell on Earth.

A smirk like no other Ron had seen before glimmered on Draco's face as his silver eyes hardened into slits of ice. The redhead gulped as Draco looked absolutely murderous, staring at the perfectly manicured home before them. "As I said, you have your way and then I have mine," he growled out in a low breath.

Remus didn't even awknowledge Ron's existance at his side anymore as the two started off into the home, Draco following seemingly calm although his eyes still looked like they could kill. Inside the home, all three were surprised when their apparant victims weren't sleeping. Beer bottles lay amuck everywhere, opened booze, half-eaten plates of food, pizza boxes, dirty laundry, newspapers, letters, comics, but the walls of the home looked well kept. It was everything on the floor that was throwing them off.

"Who is it? Whose there?!" boomed a violent voice from the living room, where the television was absolutely beaming in streams across the faces of the entrapped men.

Draco's evil smirk widened at the sight of the large men. Vernon and Dudley Dursley, looking worse than they had in Harry's nightmares. Things look to have gone downhill from the summer. "You! I remember you! You're a freak! FREAK!!" Vernon screamed, bolting up from the couch and running towards Ron in particular, having being the person he remembered. Remus quickly stepped in front with his wand at the ready and without a word, white light jetted to hit Vernon and send him flying backwards.

Remus stepped forward, apparantly he was taking his turn first. Vernon was knocked out on the floor so he turned to Dudley. "Go up to your room, lock yourself in it. NOW!" he bellowed, obviously not having the heart to harm a helpless younger boy of only sixteen.

He then turned on Vernon, himself grinning as he Enerverated him. Vernon blinked once. Twice, and then realization hit him and he began to stumble onto his enlarged feet.

"Cruor Vomica!" he shrieked and immediately Vernon's face turned purple and his body began to shake terribly. As Remus' gaze focused more on the large man, the more he shook and he began to scream out, falling back onto the ground as his hands began to tear at his skin wherever it was visible. His arms, his neck, his cheeks, his calves...he cried and screamed and bellowed...but he did not plead for it to end.

It was five minutes before Remus ended the spell. "I've always wondered why they never made that an Unforgivable Curse," he spat before backing up, having had his fill. He was never a man for revenge, and that was the extent he could take it even with his animilistic nature.

They didn't speak, as there was a mutual understanding with Harry in mind. As Ron started towards the shivering man, attempting to bumble to his feet, he had a picture of Harry crying and shaking in Draco's arms. A false picture of the pain Harry went through. And the picture wasn't even half as bad as reality was.

Ron's imagination fueled his anger as Vernon began to talk. "You-You freaks! Stop it this instant! DUDLEY! DUDLEY!!! Call the police! These crazy freaks are..!" he was silenced by Ron who had stepped forward and visibly punched the man on his knees so that he fell onto his fat back. Ron snickered amusedly.

"I'm not gonna hurt you with magic," he growled and in an instant, with slight admiration from a patiently waiting still smirking Draco, was ontop of Vernon.

"Geroff! Geroff of me!" he screamed bloody murder as Ron's fists made quick work of the man. He punched, he wailed, he cried.

"This is for Harry, you bastard! You fucking bastard!" Ron yelled, punching and punching until his hands were bloody and bruised like Vernon's face. The old man was wimpering by the time the redhead climbed off of him, breathing heavily. Remus quickly was at his side, pulling him back into his arms as Ron felt hot angry tears burst into his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" Vernon's voice was broken, weakened as he shivered shielding his face on the floor - delusional from being drunk when this occurred. "Money? I-I'll give you that,"

"Hah," Draco's silken smooth voice sounded and then all eyes were on him as his arms were crossed across his cloak. He flicked his wrist and light erupted about the room, illuminating them all raggedly breathing except for him. He did the unexpected and bent down to Vernon and held out his hand. "Lets talk," he offered, but when Vernon just scowled at his hand he raised his wand to the man's face. "I did say let us talk, Mr Dursley. It would now be fitting for you to sit your fat arse down on the couch and speak with me," his voice still smooth as his grey icy eyes glared at the man who stumbled himself to the couch.

"Resarcio," Draco said firmly and quickly the cuts Ron had made on Vernon's face healed, the redhead growled but Remus held him back as Draco sat in an armchair across from Vernon who was looking rather smug now, though still terrified behind his mask.

"Tell me, Vernon, why did you feel it necessary to beat and rape my Harry?" Draco asked in that silk voice.

Vernon winced, realizing only now why he was on the recieving end of all of this sudden pain. "He deserved it. He was a freak of nature, we had taken care of him for sixteen years!! We had enough of his foolishness!"

"You call forcing him to do chores taking care of him?! You call starving, beating and mentally driving him insane CARING?!" Ron bellowed, but Remus was patting his back still attempting to calm him.

"Shush, Weasley. It is my turn now," Draco smirked at the redhead who immediately quieted. The look in Draco's eyes said that he could murder all three of the other people in the room rather swiftly if he had wanted to.

"He's insane? Good riddens. Hopefully he'll get blasted up just like his parents," Vernon mumbled angrily between his teeth, there wasn't enough brains in his head to tell him to shut up yet.

"No, I can assure you Harry is quite sane and happy. All because of me. You see, I am his fiance," Draco's smirk widened considerably at the astonished, dumb-founded, and disgusted look on Vernon's face. "Oh yes, I say no word of a lie. We are actually technically already married. His name is now Harry James Potter-Malfoy, and you will not forget that. You will also not forget that everybody bows to a Malfoy. Me being one, you shall bow. Not only that, my dearest Uncle-In-Law, you will beg for me to give you kindness. And as a Malfoy, I am very possessive. Seeing as Harry is mine, I feel it very prudent for you to remember my lesson to you," Draco's smirk was still widening, the ice in his eyes sent shivers down Remus' and Ron's eyes. They had never seen somebody look so...contentedly murderous.

"Navitas," Draco whispered, flicking his wand at Vernon who was shocked when a soft white light vibrated through his body making him feel considerably better. Vernon was about to stand up when Draco raised his wand again. "Ah-ah-ah, I would not dare try anything silly. The same to the two of you," the blonde directed his voice at the two other Wizards in the room. "I will be performing an Unforgivable Curse in a moments time, and it would do you both well to not let that leave this room," he said.

Ron swallowed heavily...an Unforgivable? "You have our word, Draco. Do what you must to this filth," Remus growled, fully consenting now to everything the blonde was going to do.

Draco chuckled darkly, sinisterly as he raised his wand at Vernon. "Imperius," he clearly said, and suddenly Vernon's eyes went wide and empty.

"You can cast that...and use it?" Remus asked in astonishment, he had thought Draco was going to use the Killing Curse.

"Oh yes, I am the Malfoy heir am I not?" Draco drawled silkily, he was having too much fun just thinking about what was going to happen next. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. He put a picture in his head what he wanted Vernon to do, he put it in his head and sent it to Vernon's head. As he opened his eyes, the large man was slowly standing from the couch. His body completely taken over now by the Slytherin as he started up the stairs loudly.

"Ma-Malfoy, where is he going?" Ron stuttered out, Remus had no released him.

"This will be fun. Why do we not all go and watch?" Draco smirked evilly, he quickly followed up after the fat man, Ron and Remus in his wake curious and also terrified at the sametime to see what was going to occur upstairs.

Vernon had already made it into Dudley's room, where the boy sat on the edge of his bed absolutely shaking with fear. "What have you done to my Daddy?" he whispered almost inaudiably, not wanting to start anything with the Wizards. He may have been mean to Harry, but he was too much of a coward to hold against his convictions in front of these strong looking men. They looked more stable than Harry, and also a lot more dangerous.

"Oh nothing," Draco chuckled darkly, crossing his arms as he sat down in a chair that was in front of a computer desk. He was tapping his wand on his knee as Vernon began to advance on Dudley.

"Draco...you're not going to..."

"Professor, I would much prefer your silence at this moment. I am attempting to enjoy the moment, thank you very much," Draco said, his smirk turning into a smile that scared both Ron and Remus even more than they already were. They were both thinking the samething;

Why had we agreed to let him do whatever he wants?

"Dad...Daddy...wh-what are you doing? Get off me...Dad...Get off! GET OFF! GET OFF!" Dudley struggled greatly against his at least twice his size Father. Vernon snapped his fist into the boys face, nearly knocking him unconscious. Nearly.

Draco would smile larger as time went on. As Vernon forcibly removed Dudley's sweat pants, as the boy cried and attempted to push in frustration recieving hits from trying. Remus and Ron were disgusted, but they couldn't tear their eyes away and they couldn't stop Draco either.

As Vernon entered Dudley, the boy was silently wimpering now, tears streaming down his face. Draco took this time to kneel in front of the bed, facing the boy who was lying flat on his stomach. "Now do you know how Harry felt when you did it to him? Now do you know what Harry went through?"

"Y-yes, please make Daddy stop...please...p-please," Dudley cried.

"Not a chance. Not until he has finished inside of you. I never want you to forget this moment, you insignificant," Draco growled, finally showing more emotion than just mere smirking and smiling.

Ron felt on the verge of tears. Yes he hated the Dursleys, but this was just sick and twisted. Remus sat, his face as hard as a rock as he was unmoving. When Vernon finished, he rolled off of the bed and onto the floor on his back. Dudley stayed unmoving on his stomach, his buttocks filled with his own Father's seed.

Draco quickly pointed his wand at Dudley and easily knocked him unconscious, he was done with the boy. Now time to move to the Father. He took off the Imperius curse and place Vernon in a quick Body-Bind. The grown man's eyes looked wildly around as he attempted, to no avail, to thrash against the curse.

"Now, Vernon, time for you to know what is it like as well. I want you to remember this night just like your son will, and trust me, you will never forget it. It will forever be marked as the night where you finally learned your lesson," Draco's smirk was lop-sided now. Even though in the back of his mind he felt like his Father, he shrugged that off quickly. 'I am nothing like Lucius. I am doing this for Harry, because of Harry,' he reminded himself.

"Transfero Memoria," Draco said with a smile, and then he forced himself to think back to all the nightmares he had seen whilst residing in Harry's body. Vernon's eyes went wide as his head snapped backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. He began violently shaking, even against the Body Bind, and then tight moans could be heard generating in his chest and rising up through his throat.

Draco quickly removed the Body-Bind to let the man thrash around wildly, tears rolling down his face as he cried, begged, pleaded for it to stop. Eventually the fat man found enough willpower to crawl over to Draco's feet where the blonde stood tapping his wand and looking downward with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Yes? May I help you?"

"Make it stop! Make it stop, please! Please, I'll do anything! I'm begging you!" Vernon squealed, his hands on either side of his head as he tore at his hair.

Draco chuckled, "I cannot stop it now, it will stop itself in due time. Whenever it runs out of bad memories," he smirked and turned his back to Vernon and towards his other partners in crime who were staring at him with a different mixture of emotions; fear, disbelief, disgust, frustration, astonishment, etc.

"Let us take our leave now, Side-Along to the Forbidden Forest and we can quickly walk to Hogwarts from there," Draco decided, seeing as his partners seemed unintelligble at the moment. "Goodnight Dursleys, hope you enjoyed our little conversation. Oh and do not forget that I am Draconis Lucius Malfoy and if you ever come within one town of my Harry, I will recast everything," he smirked at Vernon's pleading face as he was still tormented by memories.

Draco led the way out onto the Muggle street where the three grabbed ahold of one another and apparated outside of the Hogwarts wards only to quickly start walking towards the castle. Remus and Ron kept sharing worried glances with one another and then looking at the back of Draco's head.

"Malfoy..."

"Do we all need a Wizard's Oath to ensure this evening stays a secret?"

"No, we all did something illegal tonight. I think we will all keep our mouths shut," Remus said assuringly as Draco nodded.

"Malfoy..." Ron began again in a strangled voice, his eyes still wide with fear. He had never seen another human being in as much mental pain as Vernon. And the rape. My God, he thought he'd never have to witness that...it was horrid and he knew he wouldn't get a good nights rest for quite sometime.

"Yes, Weasley?" Draco hissed, obviously the cool exterior and evil smirk had disappeared during their apparition back. Sleep and weariness was taking over Draco, especially after performing advanced dark magic.

"What did you do to Vernon back there?"

"I gave him what he deserve,"

"Which was?" Remus pressed, they were nearing the moonlit castle by now.

"I forced him not only to endure seeing all of those horrid things he did to Harry but he also physically and mentally felt them in the exact same sense that Harry experienced them the first time they occured. He felt all of Harry's pain, but instead of spread out across two months of a Summer Hell, it was in a quick five minutes. Imagine having that much pain and suffering all at once?"

"Gods that sounds so...twisted, Malfoy...no offence, but I mean...are you sure he deserved that much?"

"Yes, I am. I am certain Vernon Dursley will never forget the day that Harry Potter finally got his revenge,"

*

Forgotten souls arise at night

Rule the world with unchallenged might

The sun sets into the sea of blood

Chanting Satan as they drone.

Mentally insane

Maladjusted minds

Lunancy within

Evil fucking Minds.