A/N: yay! Another update! Thank you all for following this story! I'm so glad so many of you love it! And I'm trying so hard to keep working on it I promise! Anyways...we get a bit of a cliffhanger Bwahahaha! I can't help it! And I'm such a tease in this chapter as I made a little thing with Tom and Harry xD
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Ok
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more
AHHHH!
But you might feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's looking
Good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go.
The capture of Moody and Lupin was in fact hilariously short. The Trio and Fenrir, all in their younger bodies, had cheekily waved at their young lord -who snorted- and pounced on the two unsuspecting men before either could draw their wands. Neither had a chance to so much as curse before they all Portkeyed out, save Antonin, who sauntered over to Harry and Tom like nothing had just taken place.
Amusement made Harry's lips twitch upward and when the taller male stopped in front of him and ruffled his hair he nearly broke into an insane grin.
"We have everyone for our torture, my Lord. Do you wish for us to proceed without the young lord present?" Asked the Death Eater, whose younger persona did nothing to detract from his deep voice.
Harry spotted the excitement in the dark eyes and he smirked knowingly at the man he saw as a big brother. He knew that the older wizard was positively friending for a chance to destroy the people who had made Harry's life a living hell. Finally, Tom nodded , eyes narrowed on the hand that still resided in Harry's hair.
"Make sure you get everyone's memories of each torture session so that we can view it later." He instructed and Antonin bowed, winked at Harry, and then disapperated.
Harry gave Tom a puzzled look when the man, still in the guise of of Reaper, ran thin fingers through his tousled hair. There was a frustrated yet soft look on the man's teal gaze that the teen found fascinating. What had Tom's knickers in a twist? Why did he suddenly care how his hair sat?
However, he never voiced these questions, just relished the touch of the older male and strove to ignore the incessant fluttering of his heart. It surprised Harry that no one had caught them until he noticed the Notice-Me-Not that surrounded them. He locked gazes with Tom, wondering why the man hadn't released the charm when suddenly the man tightened his grip in Harry's hair and tilted the teen's head to the side.
He sniffed up the former Light Scion's neck and enjoyed the huff of breath and full body shudder that emitted from the raven. Tom so badly wanted to sink his teeth into that tender flesh, drawing blood. Tasting it. He wanted to take Harry, here, standing in the train station just outside of Hogwarts grounds. Hard. Fast. Like the boy wanted it. And he could tell that Harry would let him. The thought made him groan and pull away nearly rubbing himself at the debauched sight Harry made. Hair and clothes a mess, eyes half mast and full of lust and questions. Confusion. Hurt.
The last emotion made Tom trail a hand delicately down the shorter male's cheek.
"Soon, my pet. When you understand your feelings, then I will not hold back." He stated, his voice gruff with emotions.
He wanted the boy so bad, but he didn't want Harry to back away from him which would happen if they mated right then. And Tom didn't do casual partners. He wanted Harry for life. For death. For beyond. Harry reached out with his powers and scented the sincerity of Tom's words before relaxing with a swift nod. After adjusting his clothes, he gave a pointed look at Tom who chuckled and released the spell. Together they entered the last carriage and rode to Hogwarts.
Antonin's dark gaze met and held Augustus' as they placed the last shackle around their final captive's wrists. So many emotions swirled deep within their eyes as they silently communicated their excitement. It was finally here. The day they could help ease their Prince's deepest inner turmoil forever. Turning his eyes to the side, where Barty bounced on his feet and Fenrir stood with a mask of sadistic glee on his face, he caught the attention of his fellow Death Eaters and chuckled. Obviously they agreed. This was going to be so much fun.
Each of them had seen the scars covering what little of the boy's body he had revealed. The words carved into his skin. The burn marks caused by both the muggle and magical means. They all fully intended to taunt and torture their victims, exacting revenge for their pupil, their brother, and their little lord.
Antonin sneered down at the blubbered mass of flesh he had just shackled down. Everyone they had captured had been strung up except Lupin -who was in his wolf form and in a silver laced cage. All of the victims were glaring, shouting out obscenities, or cowering in fright. He was glad that he was able to torture the people that his little brother had grown up with. Let the others get the Order and Harry's ex-makeshift family, for he had the privilege if destroying the Dursleys and Moody while being able to witness the destruction of Lupin. (Werewolf laws dictated that only pack, specifically the alpha, could participate in the death of a fellow pack member. And none of the Death Eaters present wished to trifle with the temperamental Fenrir.)
Augustus was very excited as well, having spent the whole of the last few hours going through each spell book he owned, looking for the perfect curses to cast at the prisoners when it was his turn. Barty looked as if Christmas had come early, constantly shifting on his feet, unable to sit still even for a few seconds. He would often lean close to the mini-whale child and blow in the boy's face, giving a delighted giggle when the muggles paled in fear and the mini Dursley would either sob, urinate, or defecate his pants, or throw up on himself. Fenrir, however, was as calm as could be. Outwardly, he looked as if he were bored but his friends could spot the slight increase in his breathing rate and the dilation of his pupils until the amber irises were nearly engulfed in black. And every now and then he'd give a quick smirk to them all, showing off his pointed canines.
All in all, they were all looking forward to what they were about to do.
The first on their list was Petunia, who was stripped and force fed a potion specially made by Severus. She would be forced not only to see all that had been done to Harry but experience it herself. The Dolohov heir gave an animalistic rumble of approval when there was evidence of the potion working; long strips of her flesh splitting open. Her screams echoed throughout the dungeon and her husband and son began yelling and whimpering respectively. Her eyes were made with fear and she babbled incoherently as her fingernails were magically detached from her fingers one by one. The smell of burning flesh permeated the air and splotches of her inner thighs, her buttocks, and breasts became red and enflamed before bubbles appeared across said areas. Still the potion did its work as she began clawing at the air as if fighting off an attacker, screaming as her rectum began bleeding. Barty and Antonin shared vicious grins. Now she would endure the rapes her nephew had been forced to. And, oh, the begging and pleading issuing from the woman was divine. Both of the men wished their baby brother to be present. They wondered if, when their Lord and the young lord viewed the memories, they would be rewarded for this moment.
Suddenly, she shrieked and her back bowed, blood positively pouring out of her arse. Augustus' eyes narrowed.
"Crucio. Someone crucioed him." Snapped the bookworm and the others nodded in confirmation, glaring at Moody and Lupin in turn.
They watched avidly as her torn rectum spewed more blood and the crucio like attack abated long enough for her skin to bubble and burst near her bony ribs. All of the men tilted their heads to the side in unison, wondering what would happen next. They knew only a small portion of what had been done to Harry. They knew that their Lord and fellow Death Eater Severus were made aware of what had taken place all throughout Harry's life, so if they had been present likely wouldn't have been surprised.
However, when the words 'Exhibit A' were carved into the flesh near her womanhood every man tensed. Shock warred with pure unadulterated rage on their faces as more strips of her flesh was torn from her front, sides, and back. They had never seen that particular marking on their brother. When they discovered who had carved it, they would wish for death. Beg for it.
Barty, to the surprise of no one, simply snarled and waved his wand, slicing open her stomach. Her organs spilled out on the floor and her blood pooled around her body as she slowly bled out, memories of her nephew's tortures the last thing she witnessed before the light left her eyes.
Fenrir glanced at the only remaining Crouch with the tenseness of a predator watching another unknown predator. All of them, while having seen Barty get emotional, had never seen this bubbling rage before.
"I wonder if father knows that his consort bears such a mark. I wonder if he's told father and Severus anything about it?" The blond inquired softly, the harshness never dying from his words.
Antonin winced, suddenly not too thrilled about giving these memories to his Lord. Hopefully, the man wouldn't punish Harry too much for keeping it a secret.
"Ha! That freak deserved every thing he got! He was a filthy whore when I had him. I'm sure he served his purpose when you freaks got a hold of him." Shouted Vernon Dursley, unwittingly volunteering himself to be the next victim on their list.
Barty bared his teeth, a crazed gleam in his eyes as he focused on the sneering pompous fat sack of defecation that had spoken. His fellow Death Eaters were stunned at the male's loss of composure, something that had never happened to such an extent. What was it about Harry's torture that had Barty so livid?
"Crucio!" Barty whispered waspishly, eyes wide with hatred,"Do you have any idea what it's like being tortured, locked away from everyone and everything by the people you thought loved you? Do you know what it's like being little more than a puppet? A marionette for their whims? Do you have ANY IDEA OF HIS PAIN?!" The last shouted bit made Dursley piss himself in fear as those brown eyes flashed dangerously.
Sorrow pierced through Antonin's heart at the pain in his friend's voice. So that's why he'd felt so close, and that's why he was so incensed on the child's behalf. Barty had been through the same thing.
He looked to Augustus and saw his sorrow mirrored on the younger man's face and when he looked to Fenrir he was surprised to see reluctant understanding on the werewolf's features. Apparently the Alpha had gone through something similar. Probably in his fight for becoming Alpha of his pack. Finally, the Dolohov heir calmly walked closer to his friend and gently p,aced his hand on the other wizard's shoulder.
"Let us destroy him, Barty. You watch and show our Harry how much we care that he is avenged for all the pain caused him."
Barty's suspiciously moist eyes remained focused on Vernon as he gave a scoff of disgust and stepped back, lifting the crucio and nodding his ascent. A vicious grin lit Antonin's face as he brought his attention to the blubbering carcass at his feet and placed a well deserved kick to the muggle's balls. He knew only parts of Harry's childhood through their talks with each other and the sexual abuse at his Uncle's hands had been one of the things they'd discovered. Although, Harry had admitted, that he hasn't wished to ever talk of such parts of his life again. Still the boy had felt compelled to share with someone he was viewing as a brother and in turn Antonin had told Harry a few of his own secrets.
As a result their bond was nearly as strong as that of Harry and Severus in familial terms. Now it was his turn to prove himself to the Snape heir. Prove to him that even Death Eaters had more heart than the Light Side.
Antonin cracked his knuckles, then his neck; eyes never leaving his prey as he sifted through his memory banks for the right spells to use. He was going to enjoy this.
"For Harry." He muttered, and began.