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Chapter Four: Suffering comes to Slytherin House

"Talking"

Thinking - Emphasized word - Spells

"Demonic/Godly/Cosmic Entity Speech" - Incantations

They were waiting for professor McGonagall to return in order to lead them to their sorting, when he had to hold back a groan at the voice that came from somewhere behind him.

"They said on the train that Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts this year. I have yet to find him." The blonde moron boasted as he strutted around like he owned the place, it didn't help really that the other students let him, making way as he went along, lowering their heads in a submissive manner. Sometimes he really wondered why he bothered coming to Hogwarts at all.

"Ah, Heir Malfoy, we meet again. How has life been treating you since last we met?" Harry straightened and turned to the other eleven year old. His own frame towering over the little boy. "I was rather rude last time we talked, what with not introducing myself properly and all that." As he spoke he removed the Notice-Me-Not from the Black Heir ring, and also from the Potter Head of Family and presented the hand on which both rings rested.

"Harry James Potter, Head of House Potter, and Heir to House Black. I'd say at your service but we both know I'm not." He took satisfaction in watching the Heir to House Malfoy pale and tremble before him. He took a few steps so he was in front of him and leaned down, so he was eye to eye with the boy.

"How do you do?" He grinned ferally at him, causing the young Malfoy to back pedal and fall straight on his ass. Satisfied for the moment, Harry turned and made his way back to stand next to Hermione again.

"How far the once great House Potter has fallen! First the father marries a mudblood whore and now the son follows the same path!" He could hear the silent "Oh boy" inside his head even as he turned, a dark grin plastered on his face.

"Oh? Mudblood whore, was she? That is an offence against House Potter, Heir Malfoy. And I am not like these sheep, who would let it stand because daddy can throw money their way." He ignored the muttered outrage of some of the students. "If you don't want me to declare a blood feud with your pathetic House, I'd suggest you accept the duel I suddenly feel like requesting."

Malfoy, maybe because he was surrounded by Voldemort supporters, or maybe because he really believed himself more powerful than he really was, laughed in Harry's face. "A duel? With you? Fine, when I win I want you to cease your claim as Heir to House Black, and House Potter's vassalage." The boy's grin was feral and Harry couldn't help himself, he patted his cheek twice, almost like one would pet a stray dog, out of pity.

"Two things at stake? Very well I will need to ask for something similar...let's see. First off, in case I win, I want you to cease your claim as Heir to House Black. That's one, as for the second…" He tapped his chin. He really only wanted to be the only Heir of House Black, and Malfoy was a threat to his status. But he asked for his House's vassalage, so that opened an avenue for a second claim.

"I do believe House Malfoy has a contract...what House was it? Ah, Greengrass! That's my second claim, should I win, House Malfoy will transfer the contract with House Greengrass to House Potter." He looked at Malfoy, watching as the boy, exuding confidence that he had no idea whence it came, nodded his head and offered his hand.

"So I swear, so mote it be." The boy said confidently, and Harry simply tutted and shook his head.

"No, no, no, little Malfoy. You set the stakes, we must set conditions, and since, as I said, you saw fit to set the stakes, it falls to me to set the conditions for the duel. It will be hand to hand combat, no magic, until one of us is unconscious or yields. The other basic rules still apply of course, no outside interference, if you leave the duel area you forfeit the duel, so on and so forth." Before the Malfoy Heir could second guess himself, he grasped the boy's hand and grinned. "So I swear, so mote it be." A flash later and the pact was made.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, if you all could please give us some space for the duel?" He watched as the children around them opened a circle large enough for them to fight in. He nodded to himself and looked around. "Now all we need is someone to officiate. Someone neutral, so it can't be 'Mione, or any Slytherin...hmm…" his gaze fell on a redhead who was watching everything with interest. "You'll do. If you please, miss…?"

"Bones, Susan Bones." The girl said and he snickered, muttering under his breath about James Bond. She took it in stride, apparently aware of the world-famous spy, and he went to his corner of the duel area, waiting. "On the count of three...one...two….three!"

Harry watched as his opponent looked warily at him, all the confidence from before having dissipated. Ever so slowly, he made his way to the centre of the impromptu ring, waiting for his rival to do the same, and as soon as he did so, he simply backhanded the boy with enough force to send him stumbling a few steps to the side and falling on his side, knocked out.

He waited for Susan to confirm it, and for magic to recognize it, and as soon as it was done, he just laughed and made his way to Hermione, who leaned toward him and whispered as he leaned down. "What was that all about?"

"Good, you at least understood it wasn't just about making Malfoy look bad. He was a viable threat to my claim as House Black's Heir, and I wanted him out of the picture. Normally children can't declare duels for their houses, or the wizarding world would be an even bigger mess, but he is Heir Malfoy, and I'm Head of House Potter, so that means that particular law doesn't apply. I just wanted to be the only Heir Black, but he set a secondary claim, so I improvised."

She would have said more, but in that moment, McGonagall came back, telling them to follow her. Harry took a look at the still unconscious Malfoy, and after waking him with an Ennervate, turned his attention to the Great Hall. He looked to the ceiling, which showed the actual sky, and leaned down to talk to Hermione about it, noticing that the girl once again beamed at him and chatted away happily.

He waited patiently as the others were sorted, paying special attention as Hermione was sorted, of all places, into Slytherin. He got over the shock quickly enough, and just renewed his vow to protect the girl at all costs. He was lonely once too, before he found family with his gang.

"Potter, Harry!" McGonagall announced, and Harry stood to his full height, towering over the other little firsties with his one meter and ninety three centimeters. That drew some shocked gasps from some people but he expertly ignored them all, as he made his way to the stool with the hat on it. His hands were behind his back, an imperious look on his face, something he learned by watching memories of his grandfather with his mother.

He sat upon the stool when the professor removed the hat, and as soon as it was placed on his head, he heard a shriek of terror.

By all that is good and holy! Never have I seen such a blackened soul! He laughed out loud at that, and waited for it to continue. And I have sorted all sorts of blackened souls. What is Lily Potter doing in there?

I do believe, mister hat, that you are supposed to sort me. I've read enough about you to know you can't divulge anything you learn from within a sortee's mind, or else the first wizarding war wouldn't have happened, now would it? Harry could just about see the scowl on the hat's face as he finished transmitting his thoughts.

Very well...no potential for Gryffindor, because there is no need for courage if you're just not afraid. Some potential for Hufflepuff, you are a very devoted son... Hmm...yes, I do believe we have found the best house for your time in Hogwarts…

"It better be...Slytherin!" The hat proclaimed, and it was met with deadly silence, only 'Mione clapping and beckoning him to her. He took the Sorting Hat from his head, presented it to the frozen in place professor and walked to his friend, stopping near her and bowing theatrically.

"Thank you, thank you." He produced a pamphlet showing him in a magician's costume and presented it to 'Mione. "I'll be here all season, photographs only after the show and please, no autographs." He offered her a grin as she took the paper from his hand and sat next to her, watching the rest of the sorting.

"So...Slytherin, huh?" He wasn't looking directly at her, eyes still on the proceedings, but that didn't stop his curiosity from getting the better of him. He really thought 'Mione would end up somewhere else, like Ravenclaw or even Gryffindor like she'd wanted.

"Ah...about that...the hat said I had potential in almost every house, and I wanted to stay close to the only friend I had, so I kinda asked…?" She muttered, and he chuckled at her answer, turning his head slightly to look at his companion, who was blushing and looking down, clearly embarrassed.

"Well, I'll make sure you don't regret that decision. Promise."

The rest of the sorting went by fast, and after some words from the headmaster, food appeared on the tables, at which point Harry and 'Mione began serving themselves, the latter watching him, half amused, half exasperated with the amount of food he was placing on his own place, something he took notice of.

"What? I'm a growing boy!" He pointedly ignored his mother's "that's what I'm afraid of" echoing in his mind, and began eating politely but still quite fast. "Hmm...you gotta taste the chicken, it's rather spicy." He said to 'Mione, who just chuckled and shook her head.

"We don't want you here, mud-" A random boy had approached Hermione from the side and forced her to face him. Harry could just imagine the scared look on her face, but just looked at the boy, his eyes flashing momentarily as the older kid dropped, writhing and howling in agony.

"Oh my! Are you okay?" Harry got up, passing 'Mione, to whom he offered a quick grin and a wink, before he continued in his tirade of trying to help the older kid. His head of house approached them, demanding to know what happened. "No idea professor. He came to talk to my friend, and then just dropped and began screaming." Harry's eyes were still on the boy, the screams of anguish coming from the older boy delightful to his ears.

"Is that so? Potter, return to your seat, I'll take him to the infirmary." He had dropped his hold on the boy a few moments ago, so as to not raise suspicion when he turned away, nodded to the professor and turned back to his seat, taking his place beside 'Mione once again. He did notice the professor giving him a calculating look, but had no proof he'd done anything.

No one else bothered 'Mione after that little incident, but someone else did approach them, the blonde chick from the boat ride and her apparently ever present plus one. "How did you do that?" The girl hissed at him as she sat on the previously vacated spot beside him, her companion sitting near 'Mione.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Then again...if I did have something to do with what you think I had something to do." At this he shared a grin with 'Mione, before returning his attention to the blonde. "I wouldn't antagonize someone that can do the things you think I can do."

The girl blinked at him, but nodded nonetheless. He thought she'd leave them alone then, but she was a persistent little thing. "I'm Daphne Greengrass, my friend over there is Tracey Davis. I'm the one whose contract you won from Malfoy." He turned his eyes to the two again, before nodding to himself and continuing eating, foregoing his own introduction, something that the Greengrass girl took offense to. "You know, it's polite and customary to introduce yourself after someone gives you their names."

He eyed the blonde for a moment, feeling the nudge from 'Mione and the whispered "It's true." Before he sighed and nodded, getting up from his seat and giving the Greengrass girl an exaggerated bow. "Forgive the rudeness, oh Greener grass." The Davis girl snickered and he could feel the growl from the blonde one. "I am...Harry James Potter, the lovely lady with me is Hermione Jean Granger, and we are definitely not at your service."

He took his seat once more and turned to an exasperated 'Mione. "Does that please your highness?" He asked her, ignoring the other two. She raised an eyebrow at him but apparently decided to play along because a moment later she raised her head, looking down at him and saying in the most imperious voice she could muster.

"That will do, mister Potter, that will do." He offered the girl an amused grin before once again turning to his meal. He wondered briefly how his bodyguards were dealing with his assets while he was away. He didn't doubt their intelligence, of course, to be even considered to such a prestigious position one needed to prove themselves. What he did question was their loyalty to anyone other than themselves. He had needed to...correct their attitude more than once, after all.

The professor had just left; he took notice that the man had introduced himself as Severus Snape; when the older kids turned to the recently sorted firsties, the apparent leader grinned ugly as he pulled out his wand.

"Now then, we of the Slytherin house have a...tradition, of sorts. Every year, after the sorting of the new blood, we, the older members of the house get the privilege of...tasting the goods. Undress them." Some other teens moved from either side of the ring leader, and ignoring the gasps and incredulous shouts from the first years, stepped forward.

Only to stop and scream in pain as hooked chains shot from the shadows of the common room and lodged themselves on their shoulders and knees. "Well, I don't quite agree with that tradition." Harry stepped forth and grinned as the boys fell to their knees before him, forced to do so by the hooks. "You see, I understand this tradition for what it truly is. Asserting control of the little firsties forevermore. No one controls me…" He waved his arms around, passing his hands a few times over his own head. "See? I got no strings on me."

"Now, the weak willed ones would probably not even put up a fight, and the stronger ones would eventually break as they were used again and again and again, yes?" He was addressing the leader, idly patting the heads of the agonizing duo kneeling at his feet to either side of him. "Well, I'm gonna put a stop to it. Why, you may ask...two reasons. One, I'm a first year student, and I serve no one. Two, it is time house Slytherin be brought to heel. I know for a fact that some of you idiots have acquired the mark of one Voldemort, and you are using this house as a hub of sorts for your recruiting effort. That ends today."

Harry took a sniff of the air, and his grin widened. "I smell at least ten Voldemort supporters in front of me...so I'm giving the others a choice. Leave now and I'll deal with you more civilly…" He turned around, looking around the crowd of first years to find 'Mione watching everything with wide, fearful eyes.

"I'll explain later 'Mione. For now I need you to close your eyes, you won't want to watch what's about to happen." He waited a moment, as the girl seemed to recompose herself, and a nod later she did as was asked, and satisfied, Harry turned around.

"I see that not many decided to follow my suggestion. Very well." As he spoke, from the corners of the common room, behind the group of older teens, two adult looking shapes appeared. One had the flesh around the mouth ripped away, its teeth bare for everyone to see, the lids of his eyes were also torn away, giving it an unblinking stare. There were many scars upon its bare torso, with patches of skin torn to reveal the muscle underneath.

The other had its eyes sewn shut, as was its mouth. There was no hair on its head, and the skin was peeled back, revealing the bone underneath. Both wielded metal bats for weapons, and as Harry laughed and watched, they descended upon the frightened teenagers.

"Nothing permanent boys, I want to personally deal with some of them...the others will, unfortunately, be missed by the staff if they just disappear." He made sure none of them passed through him to escape, watching as his creations battered the students before him. He leaned against one of the ones trapped by the chains, almost using him as a seat. "You know, Bob...can I call you Bob? Anyway, I was thinking...such a nice atmosphere deserves a good musical background, wouldn't you say? Now what shall I sing…"

Moments later he began singing Carry On My Wayward Son, a song he heard a few times at a friend's house. Did it seem appropriate? Not at all. Did he care? Not a single fuck was given.

He watched as his associates finished having their fun, and upon dismissing them, walked among the wreckage that remained behind. "Now let's see, which of you bear the dark mark…" he stopped in front of various groaning teens and tapped them lightly on their head, which caused chains to shoot from the ceiling and pull them up by their hooked hands. He finished this process and turned to the remaining bodies scattered around the Slytherin common room.

"Thank you for playing, we hope to entertain you again some time. Dismissed." Despite their pain, he watched amused as the ones he let walk away scampered to their respective dorm rooms. "Now all that remains are you guys…" He turned to the marked teens. "The ones who allowed themselves to be branded like farm animals. No...no, don't whimper. We haven't even started yet." He walked among the hooked teens, pushing them as he went by. "You see, it's kind of funny. You guys are marked, I can see that." He had ripped their robes to reveal the dark mark on the Slytherins' forearms. "But dear old Voldie has been dead for a long time, and unless you were branded as infants, this is not a real dark mark." There was a weak denial from the ones closest to him, and he just chuckled darkly. "Now, now...let's see, given what we now know of your dark marks, I can safely conclude that this is someone's ploy to keep the Slytherin house under Voldie's control. Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...after tonight, consider yourselves...free."

With that he materialized a wicked looking curved knife and peeled the skin off the left arm of each and every marked teenager, laughing all the while, absorbing the agony as though it gave him life.

AN: ...been a while, hasn't it? In my defense, a lot of bullshit happened with my family during this time I've been gone. Including but not limited to: My mom being diagnosed with Guillain Barré Syndrome and losing the ability to walk. Anyway we've been dealing with that and doing what we could to get her help, only recently managing to get a doc to come to our house and look at her (she was diagnosed after that first visit) so now I'm a little better, as I was on a really low place for the longest time seeing her suffering like that and being unable to do anything.

Aaaanyway, personal issues aside, I'm back to writing now, but I'm doing so at a somewhat slower pace as my sister was able to get me a job recently to help with our expenses, and that's taking all of my weedays free time (not complaining, btw, just stating that I have little to no time to write during the week) so I'm making slow progress right now.

What else...right, I was rereading some of the stuff I wrote and I dunno how some of that escaped my initial revision, 'cause it's...I won't say bad because my self-esteem and confidence are -100 so I don't think anything I write is actually good, and very rarily am I proud of the story concepts I come up with, this being the topmost of them all, so I will finish this, despite flames and the usual "You suck, stop writing, kill yourself" last one is kinda funny, I did try, a few times.

I'm still being personal, sorry, only story related from here on out, promise.

I did say this was going to be a Harem story, but don't expect the usual type of Harem. This Harry has no morals, the only type of love he understands is what he feels for him mom and dad. The only thing he developed during his time living in the steets and later with the gangs, was sarcasm and a unique sense of humor only he finds funny most of the time. I said so before, I'll say it again, he does not give a fuck about anything. Human race? Subjects to his tortures. Earth? Fuck that, if not for his mom's influence in his mind, he'd have destroyed it...he'll change once he has his first children, but not much honestly.

Okay, I got a question for y'all, do I pump up the torture scenes (I'm being pretty tame so far) or do prefer it this way? I can think up some shit man. How about this, I'll write a more elaborate torture scene sometime in the future, I'll let you know in that chapter's AN and you let me know if you don't feel like handling something more elaborate when it comes to that subject, how's that?

I had more to say but I seem to hace forgotten lol. Anyway, I'll try to update the game next weekend (unless another unexpected bullshit problem happens of course) so if I remember till then I'll let you all know =P

Thank you very much for your time.

Hope you enjoyed this.

See ya o/