Pain. An insurmountable forced wracked Harry's body. He screamed and clutched the table, but the force pushing down on his spine didn't let up, instead moving out and shooting up his arms. Fire danced through his veins causing him to slam his hands on the table until they were bloody.

A thousand needles pushed down in Harry's skull and he tried to fix it by pushing the pillow against it.

He was in the chair then and Tom screamed. There was no light. Where was it? No. It should be there. Why was it hiding from him!

Tom sobbed and the priest emerged then. Chanting something and then lashing him with some kind of beads? They stung like wasps and Tom flinched, trying hard to back away from the man but he couldn't move at all.

The light suddenly flared and Tom roared in agony. His skull was lifting off of his head and his brain was frying in the hottest oils. His eyeballs sizzled and inflated as if they would pop at any moment.

"Let me in." The voice chanted, but Tom didn't know how to do that. He had given up long ago. After several centuries of being subjected to this creature his might had finally died down and he bowed to its magnificence. It called to him in a monotonous voice and he tried to appease it to no avail. Harry was reciting lines from the Dursley Family Cookbook in his head. Tom had found it mildly irritating since he had to listen to it these past centuries.

After the seven-millionth time, it had gotten old. Tom wanted to chastise him, but his voice had been grinded down to a stub. He had done his shouting for the day and was finished. Maybe the next day, the gods would answer his prayers.

Tom unfurled his sleeping roll and laid down on it. Maybe if Harry would shut up for a few moments he could get some sleep. The bright creatures hadn't let him get any sleep the previous night. He could still feel their eyes on him like the sun. He wondered if they ever needed any sleep.

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Harry crawled on his belly towards the light. He had gotten lucky this time. Though depending on who you asked, that answer might differ. The largest boy had certainly been in a good mood. After destroying both of his testicles, he had plucked out all of Harry's teeth and then made him swallow them. Then the lanky boy had shoved the sticks he liked to carry into Harry's ears. It was very considerate of him. The creatures of the light loved to camp in his ears. If Tom could just shut up for one day, then maybe he could enjoy their death cries as lanky boy twisted the sticks deep in Harry's ears.

He had been decapitated then, but somehow still lived on. His head had been flung into the woods and it was nice to be able to hear nature so well. Well, as well as could be done with bleeding eardrums. He chomped at the squirrel whom had gotten too close and managed to swallow it whole. Hopefully his benevolent rulers would accept this sacrifice that Harry had so willfully given.

He had been in their service for millennia now. In return for his devotion, they had even granted Harry some reprieve and let him witness their desecration of the Dursley family one fine resurrection.

The Dursleys had not been happy with the intrusion to their family time, but they couldn't very well bar the eternal masters. All the lights in their home were clear invitations to do what they like. After several decades they had queued Harry in on some minor events from before his time.

Apparently, it was they who had given man light. Then magic. They were benevolent beings and knew that the only way to protect humans from the dark was to give them light. Humans however made poor hosts to their greatness and often were overwhelmed by the holiness and simply poofed out of existence after too much exposure.

Harry giggled at the idea of some silly humans being poofed out of existence. The thought made him happy. After the Dursleys had been granted the gift of having a child of light inside them, they had shared a lovely family dinner with Harry. He would never forget the kindness shown to him by his masters. When the light had engulfed the world, Harry would laugh at all the unworthy who were swallowed up.

Maybe Tom could stand by his side. Wait, Tom?

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Harry felt strange. Then-

Pain. Pain like he had never felt before. He could hear someone screaming. It was a pathetic sound. It sounded like him, but why would he be screaming? He loved his masters and would never betray them. Why would he be in pain? He wasn't in pain of course, he had just been tending to the light and had spaced out. Silly Harry!

The room flickered in and out. He was not conscious of any pain now. As long as Harry obeyed, he would not be in pain. Harry strode out of the cupboard after waking up and started ascending the stairs. Harry heard a loud squish and he looked down to see Petunia's eyeball crushed under his foot. He ignored it and continued climbing. After making it to the top, Harry got onto the roof and gazed into the sun.

He stood there for hours as he praised his masters. Maybe they would let him use his uncle's eyes after his own were burned off. Not that he could feel any pain. No pain. Never any pain.

He stumbled off after a few days and fell to the floor with a splat. His bones were splayed out and broken in odd angles. A few people had tried to approach Harry but the possessed Dudley had quickly come out and pounded them into paste. He just kept pounding the flesh until it was mushy. Harry giggled, but the sound was raspy.

After a few more days, Harry died of starvation.

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Tom carved wood quietly. It was one of his favorite things to do now. He could hear the whimpers of the captured teenagers that had killed him so many times. They were scared and had already pissed themselves several times.

Tom did not know why he did not study white magic before when he decided to conquer Britain. It was clearly superior to anything he had learned. He sucked in the fresh air of the forest and blew it out. It was one of his favorite places to work. He had set up shop and had already made a bed, some chairs, and of course the table.

Tom moved, the cloth on his body billowing in the wind. His eyes were white and his fingers bony, but h did not care. He would soon feast.

The muggle scrambled back in his cage away from Tom. He smiled and tried to coax the creature out. It did not seem to want to come out so Tom cut his hand smeared the blood onto a stick which he directed at the muggle. It cried out and thrashed, but Tom held true. The muggle stopped thrashing and Tom was able to drag it out of its cage.

The other creatures looked on in horror and fascination. Tom made sure the creature was conscious before starting to saw at its limbs. The gods had provided him a tool to cut with and he thanked them profusely. Soon he would be ready to face the world and show them the light. They told him that they were still molding his body and mind and soon he would be healed. This ritual would ensure that he had a protector.

Tom didn't think he needed a protector. He wondered why he couldn't just eat the hearts so the gods could restore his mind, but if they wanted him to craft a protector then he would do as they had commanded.

After scrounging around for some tobacco, Tom placed the leaves in tiny little bowls that he had made and lit them.

The fires crackled and he could smell the sweet aroma. He kept working on the muggle and had burned each limb after removing it, keeping the filthy creature alive.

He wondered what Harry would think of all this?

Tom fell over and he clutched his head. His veins were throbbing and he could feel his brains tearing in half. Pencils were inserted in his ears and he bit down on a large stick to keep himself from screaming. His heart burned and pulsed. He could feel his blood boiling and a light moving through his body. It came out through his mouth and flared. He screamed. Then it was over.

Tom got up and looked around, confused. Why had he stopped? He picked up his pace, worried that his masters would not be happy with his sluggish motions.

The muggle was now pathetic. A fully amputated torso with a head. Its arms were tossed off to the side. Tom kept going and pulled out the second muggle. He did the same to it and then sewed it to the first muggle by its torso. He made sure to pluck out its eyes. The thing moaned as its now singular body writhed.

The two other muggles watched the abomination in terror. Tom watched as a lanky man strolled through the forest. He greeted the priest and the lanky man looked over the creature in wonderment. He nodded at Tom in clear respect and he blushed.

The priest drew a circle around the table and drew several symbols in it with his finger. As he worked, Tom walked over to the remaining muggles and killed them with a bone dagger which he crafted from one of the limbs he sawed off.

He then cut out the hearts. He carefully placed the remaining arms around the ritual site, all pointing towards the creature.

Finally, it was ready.

The priest took out his drums and began strumming them. Tom glided towards the creature. It moaned and moved around on the table. Bleeding from several gashes on its chest.

Tom brought the hearts to the table and took them out. The creature shook violently, gazing at the hearts. Its eyes were black of course, but it greedily gazed at the hearts. Tom smiled. When the priest reached a crescendo, Tom squeezed the bloody hearts and drank the blood, then started eating them. The creature roared as he did so. The taste was divine. Tom felt his gods watching him as he engaged in the ritual.

Once he was finished, Tom fell to the floor on shaky knees. Blood trickled down his face and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The priest then started drumming loud and fast. A war song. Tom knew what would come next. He prepared himself and began to sing.

The creature, which had been writhing quietly, now spasmed and shook. It roared and wormed its way off the table, slithering off it and towards Tom. He kept singing as the creature drew near. He felt his feet first. The creature began tearing at his toes with sharp teeth and Tom's voice wavered briefly but he kept singing.

His ankles were next and he felt his bones snap as the creature chewed his legs with vicious delight.

Tom's voice didn't waver. He imagined how happy his gods were and that kept him happy as he was consumed by the creature he created.

As it got to his torso, Tom was now feeling dizzy but kept going. The ritual had to be completed. He felt his insides spilling into the jaws of the monster before him. He cried tears of joy and the creature let out a cry itself. Its eyes were now shining brightly. They shone like the light of his gods and Tom kept singing even as his heart was torn out. As he lost consciousness, Tom's last sight was of the creature's long jagged teeth.