Hi everyone, here's the next chapter. This is the last chapter that I had pre-written previously. I have some ideas for further in the story, I just need to work out the finer details for the next chapter. I'd be interested to read what you think of this so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and/or any associated characters.
Warning: graphic descriptions of torture.
Standing in front of his relatives, images of how they'd treated him over the past seventeen years spent in their company flashed through his mind. The years spent with them had been, to say the least, a living hell. Hell was even too nice a word to describe his living situation. Grinning sadistically, Harry moved in front of his uncle, the man who caused him so much pain for so long. one of the main culprits for the majority of the injuries he'd suffered.
With a flick of his wrist, the tendons in his uncle's feet tore and he let out a blood-curdling scream, much to Harry's enjoyment and no small amount of vindictiveness.
Tom watched in amazement, Harry seemed to be a pretty good torturer. He had to admit Harry was young but in his eyes, he was a young man and had grown up considerably. It was only fair that he gave him the opportunity to inflict some form of payback on his relatives as he ultimately was the one who suffered under their hands.
He knew by looking at Harry that he was dissociating and could only imagine what the coming nights would bring. It was a risky decision but one he felt was worth it and hopefully would bring some closure for the teen.
Vernon squirmed and squealed and made to claw at his ankles only to have a flick of Harry's wand crunch them against the wall eliciting yet another scream. With Vernon's reaction spurring him on, Harry turned to where Petunia hung limply next to her husband begging him to stop. And stop he wouldn't. With a cackle, he answered. "Stop? I don't think so, I'm enjoying this too much."
Bringing his attention back to his uncle he asked. "Not so much fun being on the receiving end is it, Uncle? Being on the other side is more fun and I suspect you thoroughly enjoyed it all these years. At my expense." He added as an afterthought. Getting no verbal response as he expected, just a weak murmur, Harry continued.
"Crucio!" Harry watched in amusement as Vernon began writhing and howling. Whilst he kept the spell cast on his uncle, he let him fall from the ceiling and squirm on the floor like someone possessed.
Moving onto his aunt and cousin he cast the Crucio curse and grinned mischievously as they too howled. Getting a few moments of enjoyment out of it, he released them from the ceiling and as expected they reacted much the same as Vernon did. This time they truly were suffering for everything they did to him, for the first time and Harry wasn't about to go easy on them. They truly were deserving of everything, if not more he figured.
"Accio nails." more screams followed and they proceeded to stare at their now raw and bleeding fingers. With their pleading cries filling the room Harry continued to cast spells and curses on each of them in turn. Tom, watching from the corner of the room out of sight, found himself enjoying what he was seeing. Harry seemed to be a pretty good torturer much like himself.
"Accio liver and intestines." Harry giggled as Petunia and Dudley clumsily clutched their stomachs before their arms hung limply by their sides.
Leaving them to scream and howl in their own blood-coated mess, Harry cast the imperius curse on his uncle making him attack his wife and son. Which wouldn't be too hard for him with how much he loved using his hands to inflict nothing but misery and pain on the victim. The victim being Harry in that case.
Tom couldn't have been any prouder of Harry, it was something he'd have done himself. He realized he and Harry were very similar in the way they carried out tortures and he looked forward to his future with the young man. The thought of torturing peasants with Harry by his side made him grin like a Cheshire cat.
After watching Vernon attack his aunt and cousin for a few minutes, Harry stepped back and admired his handy work, releasing the spell he had held on Vernon.
On his knees Vernon crouched over his now barely recognizable wife still pelting down punches just like he used to do to Harry. With a pang, it suddenly dawned on him who it was and he jumped back, eyes wide and heart pounding.
He'd attacked his wife and left her in a pool of her own blood, her arms and legs bent at wrong angles. Doing his best to control his now erratic breathing he placed his hand cautiously atop her shoulder and whispered into her ear. "I-I'm really sorry for what I've done to you, I-I thought you were the worthless brat. Please forgive me, you know I love you. Please-." He spoke the word 'I' as if he was trying to find a way he could blame his actions on someone else. The remainder of what he spoke was muffled and simply inaudible.
Turning his attention to her chest, he waited to see the normal rise and fall of a chest but when there was not even a twinge in her realisation dawned on him. "No pulse. She's dead, I've killed her-" He shrieked before continuing to Mutter incoherently into her ear, with Harry watching from the side enjoying the sight. He looked to be begging his wife to come back alive. This didn't surprise Harry in the slightest, she was his sidekick in everything.
After what seemed like ages, Vernon finally moved over to where Dudley lay soaked in his own blood, his leg badly damaged, barely connected to his torso.
Checking for a pulse and not finding any again, he realized he'd killed his son as well. Taking a few steps back he stared at his wife and son, hands fidgeting with the top of his trousers. With the results of his actions registering with him, his incoherent mutterings filled the metallic-smelling dungeon. He paced back and forth frantically, gaze never swaying from the scene he'd created.
When it all got too boring for Harry to watch he cast the Crucio curse once again and watched as Vernon fell backward, his screams echoing around the dungeon. Each scream made Harry want to inflict more pain, but he knew he had to stop. Coming up with a perfect ending, in his opinion, he snapped all the bones in the man's body. He watched in glee as Vernon lay unmoving on the cold permeated concrete, pain etched in every crevice of his face.
After letting Vernon suffer for a bit longer, Harry cast the killing curse and watched as the air left his lungs and his screams died away. With one last look at what remained of his relatives, relief filled his body and he suddenly felt calmer. He for one would never be left at the hands of his relatives again. Feeling free from his past he turned towards Tom and Severus.
"Nicely done Harry, Lucius will dispose of their bodies." Wrapping his arm around the teen's shoulders he led the way to the sitting room.
"Thank you Tom for letting me inflict some pain on my relatives…. I quite enjoyed it." He added meekly.
"My pleasure, my dear."
Sitting down on the couches, Hermione wrapped her arm around Harry's back. "You alright?" With a reassuring smile, he replied. "yeah I'm fine."
"Alright. If you say so. Just remember I'm you can talk to me about anything. Nothing is off-limits."
"Thanks, Hermione."
"Well Hermione, did you find any of my books interesting?" Tom questioned, getting a look from harry as if to say 'are you stupid you don't ask her that question.'
"Oh yes, there were loads of interesting books, some of which I've never seen before and I really enjoyed reading them. I also learned some new things which I'm sure will come in very handy. Did you know-" zoning out, Harry proceeded to play with a loose thread on his robes, feeling numb to everything around him, with Hermione's hand still on his shoulder.
After what felt like ages Hermione trailed off much to Tom's satisfaction. He must confess she could blow anybody's ears off with her rants alone. You wouldn't need a spell to do it, just one of Hermione's rants. He'd only half-listened to her, nodding occasionally although he doubted she'd have even noticed if he didn't.
At the corner of the room, Severus sat flicking some parchment he'd brought from Hogwarts, occasionally watching as Hermione and Harry played a game Exploding Snap. He couldn't help but notice something seemed a bit off with Harry, but he couldn't tell which.
Brushing the thought to the back of his mind, he looked up to see Harry swipe the cards and shout "I Win."
Retreating to Tom's quarters Severus sat down opposite Tom discussing what lay ahead of them especially with Dumbledore at stake with Hermione being at the manor. For precautionary reasons, he added Wards around Hermione's parents' house to protect them from any unwanted activity and away from Dumbledore's prying eyes. He had quite a habit of spying on people and occasionally doing something about it but in Harry's case, he didn't do much if anything.
"Hello, looks like you're enjoying yourselves there." With a nod, Hermione and Harry looked up at Tom, who'd just sat down opposite them.
"Hermione, would you like to spend a few days here with us, we've got a room near Harry's where you can sleep, If you wish," As an afterthought, he added, "Severus will let your parents know as it's too risky to owl them."
"I'd love to stay for a few days, thanks." With a slight smile and nod in Hermione's direction, he spoke "Well I think that's it for today, I'll see you both in the morning at breakfast." And with that, he swept from the room.
With a hug, Harry bade goodnight to Hermione and Hedwig then slid into bed. Closing his eyes he couldn't stop his mind from wandering and images flashing through his mind. Each one that he saw, left a dent in his mind almost like they were wearing away at something.
Doing his best to ignore the images, which were as clear as ever, he tried to focus on the sound of Hedwig snoring at the side of the room. Usually, it was what settled him at night, but not tonight. This was different. With every attempt, he got more and more unsettled.
Turning over with a loud sigh, he fell into a fitful sleep only to be awoken a little while later to the sound of screaming.
Opening his eyes with a start he realized the sound had come from his own mouth.
That's it for now. I'd be interested to hear what you think, I have never written something like this chapter before. Not sure when the next chapter will be up, but Harry's trauma will be on the cards. Looking forward to any reviews.