A/N: And here it is guys! The first torture scene! I'm telling you now it's very graphic ok? Please...please please...I beg you...if you don't like that kind of stuff...please don't read it ok? I will mark it off so that you guys can be warned when it starts and all but please...especially if you have a phobia of spiders...just...don't read this ...

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we see more Tom obsession in this chapter as well as Harry's insanity xD ...um...gore...uh...that's all I can think of...as usual I don't own Hey You by Pink Floyd (but I recommend listening to it while reading this chapter xD) and I don't own Harry Potter...onward my children!

Chapter 9- Hey You-

But it was only a fantasy

The wall was too high

As you can see

No matter how he tried

He could not break free

And the worms ate into his brain

[Tom's POV]

I was ecstatic really. Who wouldn't be? To see how very far the boy-who-lived had fallen from the Light side? It was thrilling and I for one was looking forward to seeing just how malicious the man-child could be. What precisely had he planned for these people he once held dear to his very bossum?

Oh listen to me, getting all poetic about a child who was nearing his first string of murders. I felt as if I could bounce around and clap for joy. Not that I would, mind you. Do I look like a Hufflepuff?

I watched as Ronald Weasley was strapped onto the cot that Harry had specifically designed to restrain the annoying nit wit and allowed a small cackle to escape my mouth. This of course drew the utterly petrified gaze of the teenager on the bed and brought forth the most sadistic grin I could ever remember giving before. The smell of urine swelled into my nostrils like a pungent oder and I sneered in disgust.

"This was a friend?" I quipped, raising a sardonic brow towards my new ally.

The beautiful teen flashed me a quick grimace which instigated a coughing fit from Severus, and a good natured chuckle from me. Ah, the faces this child made were entertaining. Harry finally turned his attention back to the wriggling worm splayed out and he smirked.

"Sadly, when I was younger I forgot the very first lesson that the Dursleys ever taught me."

My insides squirmed, sensing a kindred spirit in the ex-Light wizard which unnerved me. I couldn't help my next question even if I had tried to stifle it behind the clamping of my lips. I tried to quell it I really did. But that blasted Hat had wanted me in Ravenclaw for a reason before I'd quickly dissuaded him from such a ridiculous notion. My curiosity needed to be sated, so I asked.

"And what, pray tell, was that?" I asked with a tilt of my head.

Severus, I noticed, had stiffened. It was obviously a touchy subject that neither had broached at any length, which was rather interesting in of itself. Harry stilled as well and the flicker of hatred that instantly seeped into his gaze when his eyes met mine, sent a trill of blood lust through my veins.

"That the person who willingly comes to you wanting to be your friend really has a knife hiding in their grasp, ready to stab you in the back at a moments notice. Trust no one, and you will never be disappointed." he responded in a monotonous, dead voice.

My potions expert closed his eyes in obvious despair before he closed off the emotion behind a mask of rage. It was intriguing to witness such a range of feelings come over my normally stoic Slytherin. However, as fascinating as it all was, I was more interested with how the boy's philosophy on life so closely mimicked my own. I, too, had experienced the two-facedness of the human genome. I had been forced to realize early on that everyone carried that knife and that all of them were perfectly willing to stab you; rip out your guts in great hulking slashes, all for a price. It was our job, now that we were older, it was our job to destroy them before that ever happened.

My sharp teeth gleamed as a wolfish grin stole across my features. In a way I felt absolutely honored that I was privy to the transformation that was taking place with the young Potter turned Snape. I knew, even if no one else did, that Harry was destined to help me carry the Wizarding world into its future where we were the strongest and no one could do anything to harm us again. Where Magic would once more reign supreme.

Whimpering brought my attention back to the quivering mass of useless flesh on the cot and thusly to my ally and head of Slytherin House, both of whom were sharing some secret conversation with each other that immediately aroused the sharp sting of jealously in my soul. I know that they had been through a lot together but I didn't like that the boy's attention was completely focused on my potions expert.

Well we couldn't have that now could we. Hey. I said Snape would be safe from me. I didn't say anything about interfering in their touchy feely moments. I wanted Harry's focus completely on me. What can I say? I'm a jealous Dark Lord and whether Harry knew it or not, he was mine.

So I leaned closer to the smaller teen who smelled of pomegranates and wild forests and brushed my lips swiftly against the boy's ear, under the guise of imparting some great secret through intimate whispers.

::Well, my dear, I suggest you teach the lump of meat just how reprehensible his actions towards you are:: I hissed, amused that an imperceptible shiver passed through Harry's form at the action.

Ah and there was that look of irritation that quickly danced and disappeared across the dour snarky professors face. I knew the man was protective of his new charge. Did he guess what I had planned for the one time Light prodigy? He might eventually, I guess, but not soon enough to do anything about it. Harry snickered, shocking Ron into abrupt silence at the snake-like undertones it carried. This Weasley was obviously very petrified by the ability. Wasn't that interesting.

::Would you be shocked to be find that I have dreamt if this day for years?:: the teen replied, his voice slightly husky when speaking our tongue.

I suppressed a groan of pleasure, but before I could ask what in particular this snake in lions clothing was speaking of, the boy had already turned back to his father.

"I need you to watch and make sure he doesn't free himself whether mentally, physically, or magically." he instructed, obviously dropping into his executioner mode.

I pulled away and stalked around the three, deciding to take in all the angles of Harry Snape's first kill. I didn't want to miss one moment of agony. Not one millisecond of rapture on Harry's face. I could sense how dark the child was deep inside, even if Severus had yet to. I planned on cultivating it to its fullest as well. And if he resisted, which I doubted he would, I could always use his father as leverage. Again, must I point out I'm the bad guy? I don't do nice. Not intentionally anyways.

Ronald spotted the spiders at last and his screams of terror rent the air as he recognized the breed as a Magical Nesting Spider. Venomous and swift, they fed off of an animal or wizard's magical core. Then life force. They hatched their eggs beneath the skin of the victim, slowly driving the person or creature insane. Many reported cases involved entire limbs being mutilated or dismembered in an attempt to rid themselves of the nuisance.

One woman tore her face off and gouged out her eyes.

I shivered in anticipation. Oh I hope Ronald was a better subject to witness the demise of. Harry cackled as he drew out a few spiders using a hovering charm and then motioned for Severus to make sure Ronald was secure. I felt my blood boil with excitement as Harry waved his hand over the terrified Weasley's body, disappearing the blubbering boy's clothes. I grimaced in distaste, an emotion that was apparently shared by my companions as their faces paled and Severus quickly magicked a pair of boxers on the lad.

Harry cleared his throat and sent his father a grateful look before he continued. He tilted his head, eyes thoughtful as he pondered, and I supposed that my fellow parseltongue speaker was searching for the perfect spot to start the torture. Suddenly a bright flicker of inspiration crossed the raven haired teen's face and I held my breath. The child looked so beautiful in his glee. Harry brought his index finger to Ronald Weasley's forehead and grinned before meeting his ex-friend's eyes.

"Any last words before I begin my first session, Mr. Weasley?' his teeth flashed, his sharp canines catching the balls of light I had permanently hanging all over the dungeon.

The red head's eyes narrowed and he spat in Harry's face, his fear turning into rage. I snarled in anger on Harry's behalf, drawing my wand on the traitor who simply glared at Harry and ignored Severus and I. Harry, however, had stilled; his eyes were cold and his face impassive. He slowly brought his hand to his cheek and wiped the spittle from its surface. I was interested in seeing this deep seated wrath seething beneath Harry's eyes. How would my new ally deal with the contamination of his person by the weaseling blood traitor on the cot?

At the Snape heir's continued silence, Ronald shifted uncomfortably and warily eyed the floating spiders that still hovered underneath his former roommate's wand.

"Brat." Severus' voice seemed to snap the raven haired teen out of whatever mental loop he'd locked himself into and he finally took a deep breath before letting his eyes fall shut.

"Are you sure you wish that to be your final statement?" deep hisses laced the former boy-who-lived's voice, his tone still irked.

I hummed in sudden understanding of what I suspected Harry to be doing. It was a brilliant move made by the best of Slytherin's and one I had employed myself on multiple occasions.

He was giving Ronald enough rope to hang himself with. Allowing all of the accusations and hated vitriol to spew out of the scared little pussy cat shackled to the cot. Severus relaxed as I assumed that the head of Slytherin house had come to the same conclusion. As Weasley continued to thrash and pull against his restraints in the ensuing quiet, I smirked once more. My, my, but the boy was brilliant to let the blood traitor squirm and wag his tongue like a rabid dog. I was impressed, despite myself. As one, Severus and I lowered our wands, content to wait him out.

Finally Ronald opened his mouth and like a jackal, Harry's mouth widened with a pleased leer.

"So tell me Potter. Moving up in the world? Was fucking Snape not enough? Had to go with the big guns, yeah?" he licked his lips, took a deep breath, continued." I guess it just proves what Kingsley said about you begging for more of his dick like a whore."

Severus hissed between clenched teeth and his eyes slitted, abhorrence in his very stance. I couldn't blame him really as a seething, burning, acidic fury was clawing and biting and burning beneath my skin, begging to be released on the figure in the center of the room. I glanced at Harry and my eyes widened at the unchanged dementia that creased the boy's face into a gaping canine-like grin. For once in my life I felt awe towards another. Awe that we might indeed be equals in not only magical strength, but in mental instability.

I flicked out my tongue to lick the side of my mouth, wishing I could taste what Harry was feeling right now. Harry gave me a manic look full of dark knowing and he hissed great hisses of laughter, thoroughly charmed with life it seemed.

::Please keep digging deeper sniffling reject. Please, please, please:: moaned Harry as he leaned closer to the cowering Gryffindor, while never breaking eye contact with me.

I understood then he wanted me to translate and I scoffed before raising a brow. Did I seriously look like a messenger bird? I utterly and categorically refuse to act as a translator for the whelp. I- oh bloody hell why not. I had to admit to enjoying how Harry's tongue rolled over the parseltongue words.

Giving a very put upon look, which had Severus' jaw dropping in surprise and Harry rolling his eyes, I inched my way closer and made a show of covering my nose as the stench of Ronald Weasley reached my nostrils.

"Harry wishes you to continue your worthless diatribe. He finds it rather hilarious really." I stated, my voice somewhat muffled by my hand.

If possible the traitorous lump's face paled further but a spark of defiance lit in his gaze and he sneered at Harry.

"Not going to deny it then? I saw the memories. I saw how you begged and fought against the restraints. I saw how you pushed your body against him and how you sucked his cock like it was the only meal you ever wanted. Kingsley told us that you made the whores in whore houses appear like amateurs in comparison. I only wish your father could have seen you. Maybe he would have been proud of his whore son."

A whiplash of magic lanced through the room and it took me a minute to realize that the unbelievable surge came from my potions master. I regarded Severus intently as the rigid professor's magic seemingly frothed about his skin like a violent hydra. His dark locks of raven hair whipped about him like it was being carried in a virulent storm. Harry's maw finally lost its chilling leer as his attention became consumed with his adopted father's rage. Apparently the lad hadn't seen his mentor this livid either.

But I think the thing that raised my ire to match Snape's was Harry's confused look buried deep beneath the insane mask. He was confused as to what had his father's hackles raised about what he'd said. Just how deeply down trodden had Harry been before hatred had begun to form his actions? I was drawn out of my thoughts when Snape began to walk closer to Harry before finally drawing him into an uncharacteristically tight embrace.

"Did you fight the potion?"

Harry stiffened but he gave a short grunt that had Snape instantly relaxing. With a sigh the older male buried his face in the shorter male's hair and I felt distinctly awkward at the display of tender emotions. I looked away, giving the two the moment of comfort. I understood, however vaguely, that they only had each other now. That both had seen each other in their worst points of weakness and had held each other through it all.

"I know I have no right, but may I ask that we destroy Kingsley and Dumbledore together?" came the mumbled request to my ears and I turned back to closely watch the idiot on the cot who seemed ready to loose his bowels at any second.

A shuddered breath left Harry before he finally closed his eyes. When he didn't open them I knew he was debating whether or not his pride would allow it. I felt proud that he wasn't rushing the decision.

"I don't understand why you'd want to, father. However, I agree to have you help me." he confessed finally, earning a snort from myself.

Severus pulled away from Harry with a glare but his magic became less hectic as he accepted that he could enact his own brand of revenge against the people who had hurt someone he considered his own. For a brief moment I felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering how deep that caring went, before I shook it off.

Popping his neck, Harry returned his concentration towards the red head, whom was regarding Harry warily once more. Eyeing the spiders whose bodies resembled that of bored animals, I chuckled when a squeak of protest finally escaped the boy about which was destined for this punishment.

-torture begins-

A small incision was made on the boy's left pectoral muscle and two spiders were set on the lacerated flesh. Rather quickly the arachnids set about laying eggs in the wound and then crawled over to new wounds that my lovely insane ally began creating. More spiders were added in various openings all over Ronald's body. One crawled in the boy's ear, one in the child's nose. Severus helped Harry lock Ron's jaw open, pulled out the brat's tongue, slashed it and let a few spiders make a home there.

Both Severus and I winced when Harry lifted up Ron's boxers enough for two or three to disappear there and shrieks of undiluted pain let us know exactly where those few had made a home.

It took barely any time at all but Harry didn't stop until every spider in the jar had vanished inside of Ron's body. I shuddered with pleasure as the red head's skin roiled and rippled as visible lumps moved and twitched making the husk of outside flesh seem to have living boils.

Blood curdling screams and pleads pulled out into the air as the magic eating spiders began to do their worst to his magical core. It wasn't until the eggs began to hatch and burst through Ron's skin that the Weasley male begin to try to tear at his binds. He gurgled on his own blood as it fell from his now useless tongue and vomit joined the fray as the pain he was no doubt experiencing triggered the instinctual response.

-end of torture-

It wasn't until Harry's insane laughter coalesced with the spluttering, twitching victim's screams that I realized how very much the former Gryffindor had wanted the death of his torturers. And instead of disgust that I expected on Severus' face, I saw nothing but pride pouring out of those deep dark eyes.

Interesting.

Finally, the screaming stopped as Ron succumbed to his magic and blood loss, dying a pitiful excuse for a human. Harry managed to taper off his laughter to a few manic giggles before calming completely and heaving a sigh of disappointment.

"I do hope the others last longer." he pouted, earning a snort from Snape.

I grinned and brought my face closer to my new obsession.

"I look forward to seeing how you'll make sure that they do."

Far away in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore flinched as a twinge of a dizzy spell flittered through his head. It was odd but he paid it no mind as he went about devising plans for the destruction of Potter and Riddle. Both boys he should have squashed the life out of the moment he met them. It was all up to him in the long run. But that was ok. He was gaining more strength at every turn and soon, not only would he be able to terminate those pesky hoodlums, but he'd finally be capable of destroying the wizarding world brick by brick. The masses would then turn to him for help and he would only be too happy to oblige them, permitting they follow all of his rules.

Albus scowled, irritated. If only Gellert hadn't gained a conscience about their plans of 'the Greater Good.' And if only Harry and Tom hadn't rebelled before he'd drained them of their power. If only they had kept to their roles that he had predestined them to have. They hadn't, though, so as usual, the headmaster was forced to pick up the slack and clean up messes that he'd rather have avoided.

With a huff the agitated old wizard tapped his foot before walking to his floo and throwing floo powder into the grate.

"Moody's Hideout." he grunted with a snap of his magic and after a few moments the gnarled face of the Auror visualized before him.

"Take him as soon as he returns from Christmas Break. Take Remus with you." the head mugwump instructed.

Moody's craggy face broke into a malicious grin before his head disappeared with a pop and the floo closed. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled happily and he popped a lemon drop in his mouth. As he rolled the candy along his taste buds, he imagined that victory might taste similar to his favorite sweet.