Chapter 20

"I feel like gloating," Grindelwald said, "would you like to hear me gloat, not that you have a choice." He smirked at Harry and stared for a moment. He still had the knife stuck in his leg, and his body was still bloodied from the seemingly endless whipping Grindelwald gave him.

Still conscious and gritting through the pain that slowly dulled with passing time, Harry glared at Grindelwald. "Go ahead," he said.

Grindelwald smirked, "Well I'm sure you heard it, but your husband just been double-crossed by his follower, a Mr. Yaxley I believe. Well, it is a very interesting story about how I got him on my side. It was the day after I came here. I was dining in this rather exclusive restaurant when a note came my way. It had a list of the people closest to Tom Riddle, along with a very tantalizing offer. 'Make sure that Riddle pays for humiliating me and I will offer you the city.' Well, obviously a letter like that got me a little interested. Who was it that sent such a letter? A scorned lover? A jealous sibling? A young adult victim out for revenge? My mind kept spinning at who. So imagine my surprise, and honestly disappointment, when it was Mr. Yaxley, a rather old dignified gentleman, who came to me.

"We talked over lunch, and he has told me all these very interesting stories. About Riddle and you, specifically. About how his views and goals all narrowed towards you. How everyone else seemed to be left behind, Riddle's concern over matters and advancement seemed to stop all because he saw this 'beautiful harlot' to use his words. Although if I must say, Harry, at this moment you are a sparkling gem glittering in the pale moonlight... But anyway, we talked, and he was a rather poor and boring conversationalist. Only cared and talked about himself and his woes, you know the type, dreadful, disgustingly dreadful. I almost stabbed him right then and there in the restaurant! But then he would talk about you, about all the ways dear Riddle talked and thought about you. About where you frequent, how you are a whole decade younger than Riddle, which shame on you, Harry. If you are into older men, I am only two decades older than you, so there you go. Along with your slutty, slutty past. I was aroused and impressed by everything Yaxley told me, and I decided to have some fun. You see, Yaxley told me that he wasn't the only one angry at Riddle. He has almost a thousand people under his thumb, correct? Out of that thousand, there is hmm around fifty that hate him? Fifty people ready to betray and kill their fellows as soon as I have Riddle's head. You will enjoy the spectacle Harry, I promise you.

"Well I needed something concrete about these fifty good souls, and your connection with Riddle, I needed proof. So Yaxley has so kindly provided with me a list, along with a special way to connect with them in the case that he dies. An order, if you will, that I just need to text them, and everything will go down. That, along with him showing me pictures of you and Riddle, has fully convinced me that Yaxley can be trusted, at least until I have Riddle kill him, which he has done marvelously, we have to commend him on that." Grindelwald sighed and shook his head, smiling ruefully as he looked at the phone in his hand. "This is what you get when all you do is plan and connive. It is so much simpler Harry to just kill and destroy instead of playing around. Remember that."

"Where is this list?" Harry asked.

Grindelwald smirked at Harry and turned to him. "It's in my pocket, but what will I get if I show you?" he asked. "Because I would love to see a show."

"I'm hanging from a hook; how can I give you any show?" Harry asked dryly.

Grindelwald jumped slightly, as though he has forgotten that fact and looked around. "That would be a problem," he muttered. "Wait here!" He rushed out of the room and Harry did not attempt to escape, his arms too tired to do anything. Grindelwald returned with two men carrying a high wooden table. He had the men place the table in the middle of the room. One of them grabbed Harry roughly and jerked his chains off the hook and threw him onto the table so that he was laying on it with his stomach, the wood agitating his wounds, and his ass and legs hanging over. Harry struggled, his arms feeling relief that blood can finally flow back into them, but both men kept him down as Grindelwald approached him. He bent down and Harry screamed when Grindelwald pulled the knife from his leg and stabbed it between the links of Harry's handcuffs, the knife going through the table. Harry pulled and struggled even more but was stuck.

He couldn't look around and was facing the mirror. Grindelwald approached from behind him, the large dildo in hand as he waved the two men off. "Your show is making this whole thing disappear without any lube," Grindelwald smirked.

"That's going to kill my hole," Harry said, still struggling to get out as he felt his arms getting stronger.

Grindelwald smirked, "Then you should hope you bleed a lot, so it won't hurt for long," he purred. He slowly moved the dildo to Harry's hole and for the first time, Harry broke down in fear.

"No, no, no—AHHH!" Harry screamed, and the dildo forced itself in.

Voldemort barely had time to tell his people where Grindelwald was before he ran to the nearest car, his weapons in hand. He did not bring much himself, just a pistol, and a few knives. That was all he needed. He knew that his minions held the more heavy-fire weapons, and they would all arrive at Grindelwald's hideout at his command. He drove towards the outskirts of the city, parking his car a few blocks away from where Grindelwald was.

It was an abandoned building that was scheduled for demolition later that week. The building used to be a small business and apartment that failed to pay several months' rent if Voldemort remembered. Its walls were graffitied over, and windows were broken from teenage brats testing their throwing arms.

There were two men standing by the front door, holding their guns openly as they guarded the entrance. Voldemort quickly snuck into the shadows and approached carefully, screwing on a silencer to his pistol as he got closer to the two guards. He paused and looked around before squeezing between the small alleyway between the abandoned building and its neighbor. He knew the area. Knew it very well from years of work with his mentor. The small alleyway led to a back area with another door, but Voldemort did not take that. Instead, he stopped halfway where there was a window broken and open. Voldemort looked around and quickly jumped in, his feet landing softly.

He was in a hallway with doors all around. At the end, he saw one door open and a man's back towards him. Voldemort kept low and pulled his knife, putting his gun back into its holster on his upper thigh. When he was close enough, Voldemort struck like a python, a hand grabbing the man's head, covering his mouth as he slit the man's throat. He pulled the dying body to the floor and kept a strong grip until he stopped struggling. Voldemort let the body drop and went past him, moving into a small room furnished with old dust-covered couches and tables.

He stuck to a corner and took a breath as he planned out what he was going to do. His men would be there in ten minutes. He did not want any trouble or complications finding Harry, so it would be better if he kills as many guards as he could while he searches. With that in mind, Voldemort looked around before returning to the body, searching it for anything useful.

Finding nothing, Voldemort continued on into the next room. He opened the door slowly and sneaked in just as two guards walked in. He immediately jumped to a dark corner and stayed as the two oblivious guards went to the window. They both had machine guns and loose lips. "How much longer are we going to do this?" one asked, "I want a go at that whore downstairs."

"Don't let Mr. Grindelwald hear you, I heard he cut a man's cock off just for looking at one of his whores."

"But he told us that we each are going to have a go, and can you blame me? The whore looks hot for a man, if we dress him up we can pretend he's a woman," the first said.

"And when the whore gets hard?" the second one asked. The first guard chuckled, "That's what knives are for," he said. "Cut it off and make a pussy."

"Dude you're so sick," the second guard grumbled. The first laughed and Voldemort moved. He took two knives out and snuck up to them, stabbing the back of their necks. The two screamed but Voldemort kept a sturdy grip on both knives so that as the two turned, the knives glided across their necks and throats, slicing them open. Voldemort pulled his knife out of the first guard and stabbed his cock as he fell, twisting the knife in a full circle, smiling as the dying man gargled in his own blood as he tried to scream.

Just like his first kill, Voldemort searched their bodies. He found money along with the first man's own knife but again, he found nothing useful. He pulled the bodies away from the window, hiding them either in the shadow or behind a couch before moving on into what looked like a kitchen. On the counter there were papers, and Voldemort immediately went to them.

It only took Voldemort a second before smirking as he read it. The papers were schematics of the building including guard patrols and positions. The building itself was five stories high, each story having four windows facing the street. Grindelwald had two men each per window, with at least one man per room. In total it looked that Grindelwald had at least forty men at the windows, along with a good thirty or so patrolling. So far, Voldemort only killed three. I'll clear out the first floor, separating Grindelwald from his men, Voldemort thought to himself. He's in the basement according to my new friend. He looked back over his shoulder towards where he killed the two guards. There are three more windows, along with the men patrolling, and ten minutes before my men arrive. With a more defined plan in mind, Voldemort took a picture of the papers and sent them to the Lestranges.

The door started to open, and Voldemort ducked just as a guard walks in. He watched as the guard went to the sink on the opposite side of the room and started washing his hands. Voldemort stood up and aimed his silenced pistol at the guard's head. It fired with a soft ping and the man dropped, his head hitting the counter on the way down. Four guards now, Voldemort thought.

He continued his way, moving like a swift reaper as he went from room to room, killing the guards he finds. Nobody saw him coming. He stuck to the shadows, using his knives mostly to slit their throats but using his gun when appropriate. In nine minutes, Voldemort made a full rotation of the first floor, returning to the first body he killed.

"AHHH!"

Voldemort froze. That was Harry's voice. The bastard was torturing him! Voldemort followed the screams, his heart weeping as he heard his Songbird's cries of true pain. The screams came behind a door by the room where he killed the first two window guards. He tested the door and found that it was unlocked. It swung easily, and Harry's screams intensified.

He heard gunfire and the front doors slammed open. His men started to run in, Bellatrix leading them. She ran towards Voldemort, "My Lord."

"Block this door, Grindelwald is down there with my Songbird. Pair in teams of two and sweep the building, killing everyone," Voldemort ordered.

"Yes my Lord," Bellatrix said, and Voldemort went downstairs.

He found Grindelwald completely preoccupied with his Songbird. The man was holding the fisting plug Voldemort lovingly put in his wife only two days before and forcing the toy in and out of his love's hole. Blood stained the toy and Harry's ass, some dripping down as the young man cried and screamed from the violation. Voldemort pulled out his gun and stepped towards them.

"Finally, you're here," Grindelwald said. He violently pulled the toy from Harry, breaking more vessels in his ass as blood gushed. He dropped the toy and turned to Voldemort. "I promised Harry here I would kill you in front of him."

"Strange," Voldemort said, "I remember doing something similar."

"Well that won't work, we can't kill each other in front of the whore, who's going to fuck him afterward?" Grindelwald asked.

Harry struggled, rattling his chains against the knife. Voldemort glanced at him before looking at Grindelwald. "Or I can just shoot you now," he said. "You are unarmed. It is almost no fun shooting you."

"Then let us make it fun," Grindelwald said, and he seemingly pulled a knife out of nowhere. "Guns are too quick, too impersonal. They are no fun, aren't they? Just one pull and your target is dead. No drawn-out pain, no time to gloat, and contend against one another about who is truly the strongest. Now I am sure that you have many, many knives on your body. So take one out and throw the rest away. We can see which one of us is truly the strongest."

Voldemort smirked. He stood his full height and pulled out a knife. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it towards Harry, landing with a metallic clatter. He unclasped the holster around his leg and threw it with the jacket. "Very well," he said. "Although I must feel a little guilty about carving out an old man such as yourself."

"Didn't you hear? Harry loves older men," Grindelwald chuckled. The two circled slowly, knives at the ready, waiting for the other one to strike. Grindelwald smirked and started talking. "Shall I tell you what I will do with Harry after I kill you?" he taunted. "I promise to be more explicit this time around."

Harry glanced around and pressed his feet against the legs of the table, groaning as the table dragged against his bleeding lashes. His ass screamed as blood bled from what he was sure was his fully ruptured butt. Grindelwald was fully distracted now, taunting Voldemort with his long speech about how he will rape Harry over and over. Harry gritted through the speech, doing his best to block it out as he stared at the knife that was keeping him in place. He pulled his arms just as he pushed his feet against the legs. His arms groaned as the knife stood in place. Harry did not give up, however, and kept the pressure going as he kept silent at his body rocking in pain.

The knife shook slightly as the metal links groaned. The knife slowly pulled out of the table, and Harry pulled harder as Grindelwald stopped talking. The two men rushed each other, and Harry's pulls became frantic. The knife started to jiggle more freely, moving more and more until, with a final pull, the knife slid out of the table and Harry fell off.

He didn't celebrate his new freedom. Harry quickly scrambled to grab the knife on the table and turned to the two men fighting. Grindelwald had his back to him. He had cuts on his arms and clothes. Voldemort, however, looked more savagely beaten. He was clearly on the defensive, moving backward and weaving around as he tried to avoid Grindelwald's wild swings. Sometimes there was a clang as the two knives met each other, but mostly it was Voldemort dodging a blow before giving one himself. Harry did not wait any longer, he held the knife tightly to him and rushed towards Grindelwald.

He thrust his arms forward and the knife stabbed the man's back, sinking into the skin until the blade was fully in. Harry jumped away, falling as the man swung around, roaring. "You little shit," Grindelwald growled out, his eyes mad. "I tried saving you, but now I'm not even sure if I want a whore like you—"

BAM

A bullet hole appeared in his chest. Grindelwald staggered, his rage turning into shock as he stared at Harry. "That's cheating…" He fell and Harry saw Voldemort holding a very small gun. Voldemort stepped towards Harry; the gun still aimed at Grindelwald. He shot the body three more times, each time causing the body to jerk before he knew for certain that the man was dead.

Voldemort dropped the gun and knelt down in front of Harry. "Always bring two guns, Songbird," he said softly, "one your enemy sees and another, hidden, to actually kill."

"How did you find me?" Harry asked softly. He reached out for Voldemort, who took him in his arms. His body still ached horribly, but everything seemed to go away when Voldemort held him.

"The idiot's more brash than smart," Voldemort said, looking at Grindelwald's body. "He kept talking long enough for us to trace his call. Unfortunately, it seems that Yaxley was working with him. He is dead now, obviously."

"The list!" Harry gasped. He looked at his fiancé and then glanced at Grindelwald. "He told me he has a list of fifty of your people. They hate you enough to betray you," he said.

Voldemort frowned and looked at the man. "Can you stand for a moment while I search his body?" he asked.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "You hurt harder than him," he added a grin.

"Watch it Songbird," Voldemort warned. "Daddy is still working."

"When did that stop us?" Harry said, grimacing when his feet touched the floor and his ass and body surged with pain.

Voldemort quickly went to the body and searched it thoroughly, pulling out knife after knife from the man's clothes and pockets before finding a piece of paper. He unfolded it and looked at his Songbird. "Would you like to watch?" he asked, holding the piece of paper up.

"Please Daddy," Harry whined. Voldemort smirked and lifted Harry once more. "Then we will have our fun once you are fully healed," he said. "The nearest hospital has men loyal to me, they will take good care of you."

Voldemort carried Harry out of the basement bridal style, his jacket covering Harry's naked body. They could hear fighting upstairs, but Voldemort did not pay it any mind. His men outnumbered Grindelwald's. "I was expecting more," he commented. "Savages followed Grindelwald, an army of them. However, they will disperse with their leader dead."

"Will they ever come into Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"Only if they wish to die," Voldemort commented. He walked out of the building and gently placed Harry in the nearest car. Voldemort slid into the driver's seat and looked at his love. "Are you sure that he did not hurt you too badly?" he asked.

Harry gave out a cold laugh and turned smiling at his Voldemort, a mad glint in his eyes. "Of course Daddy," he said. "Like I said, you hurt harder."

A/N: Next chapter: A WEDDING!