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A/N: Warning, the following chapter is higly rated for Strong vilolence and very very strong language. Minors please do not read this. It is my request. Adults who are of a soft nature, are also adviced not to read this.
Rated NC-17 for extreme violence and strong language.
Glad some of you appreciate the trouble I'm in. I have just landed myself in a heap of mess and it will take me another long month to clear it all up. As for JKR's facts about HBP, yeah I'm stumped that it's not Riddle, I really am. Any ways, I met with my own set yup Deadline, it's around fifteen minutes till 5.00 AM in GMT. So I just barely made it. Phew the chapter just crossed the 10000 barrier, who - hoo.
Lastly a big thanks to Cory3, Cool8949596 and jpthug12. I really appreciate you guys that you understand what the mess I'm in. It's not a writer's block(although I feel I'm heading towards one), it's just that my life ended up in a whole lot of trouble right now. And jpthug12, I haven't heard from you in a long time, glad you're back to reviewing though.
As far as this chapter is concerned, well it's a lot of pain and suffering, and I expect a lot of you flamingme for this, for puting Harry through all the harshness. But I liked it that way, cos it's gonna open up more space for angst later. So, hopefully you'll know what I mean. And please pay heed to teh warning, cos it's true. I don't think has any story that puts so much torture in it. And whatever you do pls, pls, pls don't 'report abuse' to my story. Pls, pls. If you don't like it, then don't read it but don't do that. Hopefully you'll understand my pining.
The Return Of Lord Voldemort
Harry watched in fear as the advancing figure, his worst nightmare approached him with a mad gleam in his eyes. All rational thoughts escaped him. He was afraid. For the first time in his life he was afraid from Voldemort. He was afraid for his life. He looked at the red eyes and seemed to be lost in that piercing glare as Voldemort's hand reached forward and advanced towards his throat.
"No, this wasn't supposed to happen. You – you were dead. Yes, you were dead. You aren't alive. You – you can't be alive. That's it, I'm tired and I – I am having a horrible nightmare. Yes, that seems to be the only possible and logical explanation."
Harry spoke as he started to back away from his incoming peril. Lord Voldemort looked as fearsome as ever. It appeared that as if he hadn't been away at all. He looked as if it was only yesterday that he had duelled with Harry. He had his strength and his power back with full force.
"Well, guess again then Potter; if it was a dream then could I do this."
A wand snaked into his hand and he heard the dreaded words.
"Crucio!!!"
He hadn't time to react. He couldn't recon ciliate with his mind whether he was real or not. His mind told him this was an illusion. A horrible delusional dream; or a terrible nightmare. Either way his mind dictated that this wasn't real; it couldn't be real. His other physical attributes however told him that he was very much real. His brain commanded that Voldemort has returned. It justified him to move away and dodge the curse. But for the life of him, he couldn't judge whether he was real or not. The result between this unnatural conflict was that the spell hit him with full force. He hadn't dodged or even attempted to put up a guard. The curse hit him straight in the chest and the force of it was so great that he felt his feet lift himself off the ground.
He was thrown back several feet and his head banged into the hard brick wall. But the evil monster didn't lift the curse off him. He kept him under the curse for a long five minutes. He felt his body was under fire. He felt millions of needles being inserted in his body from all directions. His scar burnt in his forehead. It throbbed horribly. He felt that someone was butchering his head. He normally didn't get affected by the Cruciatus like this, but Voldemort was different. He was an exception. He was powerful to make him feel the pain.
The curse was so powerful that he felt as if he was also being tortured mentally. All his horrid memories came back to him. The Cruciatus was powerful and his delicate mind was broken down in front of his nemesis. He wasn't in the right frame of mind and Voldemort's curse has opened his mind for free perusing.
All his dreadful memories came back to him. He felt like he was back in Azkaban. He felt that all the dementors were back. And they were torturing him again. He saw his memories about Sirius' death, Cedric's death and the screams of his mum. He saw the looks on the faces of his friends as he was being led to Azkaban.
"Feel the pain Harry, feel it. Yes, that's what I felt all those thirteen years and the last ten years trapped in your bloody body. I knew that I would return one day and how correct I was. Even the ultimate punishment of being trapped inside your pathetic body seemed to pay off. Your useless half blood body dirtied my soul, my mind. You, worthless piece of vermin, the cause of my pains, the thorn in my plans; but this time I will succeed, no matter what."
"No"
Harry spoke in a raspy voice which he couldn't recognise himself.
"Or what Harry? Or what? I don't think you are in a position to strike a deal. I would have loved to spare your pathetic life if you had done some errands for me. But you turned your back to me. Remember Harry, no one and I mean no one turns their backs on Lord Voldemort and gets away with it.
"I thought that you were Dumbledore's page boy; assigned to be my nemesis, but I learned far more. We are destined to fight each other. Yes, Harry I know all about it. I know the full contents of the prophecy. It's a pity what sharing a body with his brains full of information can do; especially if the boy is a pathetic miserable brat."
Harry looked at Voldemort with widened eyes. He had been scared earlier, but now he was positively terrified.
"Yo – you know about it? You know all about it?"
"Yes Harry I know it all. I had wanted this information for so long. The secret to kill you once and forever; now I have it, I can finish you for good."
"It – it can't b – be."
"Is it so young Harry? Wasn't it something like 'and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows… not and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…' it was the one useful thing I found out in your thick skull. Now I can safely kill you and declare my supremacy over the world. Only you have the power to stop me, and without you none can."
"But don't think death is going to be easy on you. I'll personally ensure that you suffer every bit of what I suffered all those years in the desolate country. Alone, abandoned by all; no Potter you are going to pay to the last Knut. Crucio!!!"
The spell hit hi again and the pain was so much that he fell to his knees. His scar burst open and it was seeping blood. His limbs were numb from pain. Some of the capillaries in his body had already burst open. He was smeared in blood. Drenched and covered in his own blood. His vision was groggy. His head felt that he had been struck with a thousand bludgers at once. His nostrils were poring blood and his teeth were crimson with his own blood. Blood was also seeping through the corner of his mouth.
An hour later Voldemort started to get bored from lazily using the Cruciatus on Harry. He had used it about five times and each time the spell had lasted for over ten minutes before Voldemort lifted the spell off him. He was lying on the ground spread eagled on the ground lying in a pool of his own blood. He was merely a mangled piece of flesh lying in his drenched robes. His robes were now mostly torn; he had torn them off him in the midst of the utmost pain. Almost all parts off his body were crimson by then and he was a bloody mess. He was still twitching. The last Cruciatus curse had been particularly ferocious. His muscles were still twitching in pain.
"This is so boring Harry, don't you agree. We have just been torturing you all the while for one hour. Let's have some fun now shall we. Too much Cruciatus can kill you too soon, and we wouldn't want that now shall we. Let's do something interesting now, shall we?"
He then walked up to Harry and extended his long index finger. He pulled up the pile of rags from his arm and touched his forearm. Immediately Harry felt a sharp jolt of pain on his forearm. His scar exploded in pain again.
"There, that's like a nice laddie. Now, my true family will return. Then you will be tortured out of your life.
"Do you hear me; you will suffer unlike anything anyone ever has suffered. You will beg me for your life. Oh, yeah, you will be begging at my feet to take away your accursed life. You think the Cruciatus is the most painful I can get. Then you wait; I will be peeling the skin of your flesh from your body and I'll use it as my personal carpet. Then I might think of carving flesh of your bones and use it to feed my snakes. I -"
Voldemort stopped. There were a swish of cloaks and several figures clad in black robes started to apparate beside him. As they appeared all of them gasped at the sight that met their eyes. Their master was back and in front of them lying on the ground was the mangled body of his nemesis, Harry Potter.
"Welcome Death Eaters; to my humble abode. It has been a long time since I had the opportunity to speak with you."
His sweet welcoming tone vanished and it was replaced by a voice dripping with malice.
"You were thick headed to believe Potter. True I was trapped inside his body indefinitely but you were the bloody fools to believe him. You had dared to take commands from the filthy half blood. You made a complete asshole of yourself. You fucking bastards, normally I would have killed you all on spot, but now as I'm running low on Death Eaters I would have to refrain from fulfilling that particular task.
"On a happier note, as all you've noticed we have a visitor tonight. He is an old member to our ranks but sorrowfully he turned his back to us. You all should know what we do to such special members in our ranks. Those who don't; let this be a lesson."
He burst into maniacal laughter. The Death Eaters behind him took off a little later. They were a little too shocked to laugh at the moment.
Voldemort finally stopped.
"I see that you are very surprised. I understand that. You see our friend here has a lot to do with it. After that fateful night he almost killed me using the magic of the Eldars, but I saw his intentions of destroying my soul using the ancient magic and the powers of Nature. I cast a spell on myself which placed my soul into my nearest body so that even my body is destroyed I could still survive as a parasite. And what better way to live on than surviving on the life of my dear enemy. And yet it all comes back to him. In all those years he has developed extraordinary talents; wandless magic and ancient forgotten spells. I survived within his body. I learned knowledge beyond my comprehension from the vestiges of his mind. But my friend here learned my knowledge and he shut me off from his thoughts. But he was as usual, a little too late. I knew I needed one opportunity. And tonight I got it. I escaped from his filthy body and I entered the body of one of my faithful accomplices. He died of course but he gave his body to a better cause.
He paused and then he eyed his Death Eaters carefully. He ran his eyes through the ranks of the Death Eaters. Several of them dropped on their knees and murmured.
"Master, Master. Please forgive us."
His eyes landed on one particular hooded figure.
"Lucius! Are you up to a simple torturing task? Do you feel up to it?"
"Anything, master; I'm ready for anything."
"Very well, tell me Lucius, do you have your old muggle torturing devices?"
"Yes, Master; I have them right now."
"Impressive Lucius; I see that you still remember the items to carry. I hope you haven't forgotten how to use it, have you?"
"Certainly not master; name me the person and I'll enjoy peeling the flesh of his body."
Voldemort paused and waited for several moments before speaking. He was eyeing Lucius Malfoy carefully. His eyes flickered over to Harry and then to the remaining Death Eaters. Then a nasty smile appeared on his face.
"Tell me Lucius; can you handle our little friend here."
Malfoy turned his head quickly over to Harry and then bowed to Voldemort.
"Your wish is my command, master.
Then he looked up and a distasteful grin smeared his face and he spoke.
"I would love to do it, master."
"Proceed, Lucius; whenever you're ready."
Malfoy turned around and removed his mask; then he lowered his hood. His ghostly face revealed itself to the room. His long silvery blond hair and his narrow eyes and thin lips gleamed in the light of the room. There was a cold gleam in his grey eyes; and a smirk on his face.
"So long I've waited for this day. I've dreamed about it for so long. I always imagined I would get this opportunity to torture you."
He disrobed himself and revealed himself in another robe. There were several objects attached to the belt of his robes. An assortment of items, including whips and vicious looking knives. He removed his belt and he placed all the items on the floor. He took out his wand and cast a spell on Harry.
"Do not want to let you escape before I'm through with you can I?"
He took out one whip and lashed it out to the floor viciously. The whip was covered in spikes and it had small white sharp objects at the end of the whip.
"Do you like it Harry? It is one of my personal favourites. Iron spikes all over the whip and cobra teeth at the end. I'm sure you'll love it too. Especially after I'm through with you."
"I hope you'll enjoy the show master. Gentlemen sit back and enjoy."
"I'm sure we will, Lucius."
Voldemort waved his wand again and conjured a bowl of popcorn.
"Let the show begin."
Malfoy lashed out again. Another sharp crack.
Harry had in the meantime regained consciousness. He just managed to sit up with the help of the wall. He was a little drowsy after the immense torture but the 'crack' of the whip brought him back to his senses. He shivered involuntarily. He looked up and his eyes went round. He saw Malfoy approaching him whip in hand.
"No, no; please no."
"Remember Hogsmeade Potter. You cast that horrible spell on me. Now, its time for payback and I'll return it to you with a healthy interest."
Harry looked around fearfully. He saw the Death Eaters jeering him and Voldemort had an expression on his face that could only be deciphered as utmost pleasure.
He tried desperately to top him. He painfully raised his hands towards Malfoy and tried to cast a spell but nothing happened.
"Wh – what is happ – happening to m – me?"
His eyes shot up towards Voldemort. He was still smirking.
"You. You took away my gift. You crazy son of a bitch."
"AAAAARGHHH!!!"
Malfoy let out a howl and ferociously lashed his whip at Harry. The latter didn't see him approaching and the whip clashed on his body with full force.
"One word more and you'll wish that you were never born, you fucking half blood."
'Crack, Slash, Crack, Rip.'
The sounds continued and Malfoy started to use the whip more ferociously than ever before. He continued for several long minutes. Then finally Malfoy paused. His breathing was heavy and laboured. His face was covered in specks of blood. The blood of Harry James Potter; now dried on his face. He was sweating furiously. He wiped his brow and removed the hair from his face.
All that remained of the Boy Who Lived was a pile of robes drenched in blood.
Malfoy's shoulders drooped and he let out a sigh of relief. He turned to face the man he referred as 'Master'.
"What Lucius; is that all? I'm disappointed in you. I haven't even finished my first helping of popcorn. Please continue with the next item of your pleasure."
"Th – the next item my lord? But master, the asshole is already unconscious."
"Proceed, with the next item on the menu Lucius."
Voldemort stared at him and gave him a meaningful glare and Lucius faltered.
"Very well, my lord; as you wish my lord."
Lucius moved to where the mangled body of a young man lay. He grabbed him by the hair menacingly and dragged him to the end of the room. He then threw him towards a wall.
Harry crashed into the wall, his nose crunched on the impact, but it didn't make much difference. His face was now red in colour. It was decorated in blood. His entire body was now aching horribly. Malfoy knew very well how to use the whip. The spikes had scraped off his skin. There were long lashes in his legs and his chest where the whip had struck him. His entire body ached with a stinging pain. Even the cobra teeth were doing its job. The venom which he presumed had been reduced to allow the victim suffer a slow painful death. He could feel the first side effects of the venom. His eyes were closing involuntarily, a strange drowsiness overcoming him. Even in his most desperate moment of peril his eyes refused to obey his brain and started to close. His face splattered the wall with his own blood. He left behind a bright red patch on the wall.
Lucius went forward and grabbed Harry by his wrists and pulled him up. He waved his wand at the wall and two handcuffs appeared on the wall. He then cuffed Harry to the wall. He positioned his body carefully. Next he did the same operation with his legs and he stretched him so that his entire back was given a good exposure. Then with another mad gleam in his eyes he tore off the thin robes he had on. His entire back was now exposed to his access.
Harry felt the bastard grab him and cuff him to the walls. He almost yelled in pain as he stretched his legs wide and cuff them. His muscles were already tired from all the pain, and the stretching increased the pain manifold. He then felt a pair of strong hands on his back and he felt him tear away the robes he was wearing. His entire body was exposed. He only had his boxers on.
Lucius moved swiftly over to the table and picked up a stick. He tapped it a couple of times with his wand an instantly the simple stick had turned into a vicious weapon. Several large nails and spikes appeared on the stick. A knife edge started to appear at the tip of the stick.
"Don't worry Potter, if you thought the last item was funny, you'll adore this one. It is custom built and one of my personal favourites. Want a demonstration, Potter?"
He walked over to a wooden desk near the wall, and then raised the stick above his head and swung it hard down on the desk. The stick immediately got stuck on the surface of the smooth table. With another powerful pull, the stick was off the table and a large chunk of wood was sticking to the surface.
Harry gasped.
"No, no way was he going to be the test subject of that psycho. He tried to move but the cuffs were too strong for him. He tried to apparate but he couldn't he tried to transform but then again he failed. He tried to magically free himself but then again he failed miserably. What had happened to him? Had Voldemort turned him into a squib and sucked out all his powers? Yes, he must have.
"Think about it Potter, how it would feel if those nails stuck inside your flesh as deep as that. How it would feel Potter, think about it. Oops!!! Time's up."
He took a big stride and raised the stick high above his head before he struck it down on Harry's back with all his might. The stick hit him with a dull thud.
Harry heard the taunt of Malfoy and then he heard the sound of the cutting air and he hardened his mind and steeled himself for the impact. He tightened his back muscles so that he could lessen the effects of the impact. But it was nothing compared to what he was expecting. The stick struck him with a low thud but the pain was unbearable. He felt the nails slash his skin deep and he felt the knife edge cut his skin. His eyes watered with the unbelievable pain. Before he could mentally prepare himself for the next hit, the stick came down and landed another hard blow.
Pain, beyond pain; it was pain beyond comparison; pain beyond the comprehension of the human mind. His back burned with pain. He felt his skin bleed and he felt his arteries burst open from the severe assaults on him. The nails and spikes were doing the job. His eyes watered but to his utmost disbelief he found out that he managed to keep his tears under control. The knife edge was making the job even easier. Cutting his flesh open making his already vulnerable even more vulnerable; blood was streaming down his wounds like a river from a glacier. He was spitting out blood from his mouth. His teeth, which were earlier stained red, were now fully red. Blood was smeared all over the ground and the wall. Specks of blood were flying around.
"Feel it Potter, feel the pain. It wasn't even half of what I felt that day in your hands that day at Hogsmeade. I told you I would return your favour with interest. How do you think about it? Potter, it is truly pathetic that your mudblood mother and blood traitor couldn't have the decency to teach you the proper manners. YOU – ANSWER – WHEN – SOMEONE – ASKS – YOU – A – QUESTION, you BLOODY – FUCKING – BASTARD."
He panted heavily. With each word he had struck Potter with his stick harder than he had done before. It took a lot of effort on his part.
"Answer me you bloody asshole. Answer me you bastard. Can you feel the pain?"
Harry was down on his knees. The last few strikes had been very painful. Malfoy had struck him with pure fury. But no, he would definitely not give him the impression that he had tears in his eyes and most certainly he won't be giving him the pleasure of knowing that he had caused utmost pain to him.
"Is that all you have up your sleeve? Than you are most pathetic, you slimy son of a whore; take your best shot, Malfoy."
"AAAARGHHH!!!'
Malfoy gave a cry of fury.
"What did you tell me you miserable pile of horse shit? What did you -"
"Can't you hear me properly Malfoy, or has your hearing been impaired by the fact that you had come out of a whore's hole."
"You'll pay for that, Potter, you bloody fucking son of a pimpshit."
"I'd love to see you try.'
Suddenly the entire room fell silent. The Death Eaters were silenced by the comment of their enemy. He was helplessly strewn on the floor at the mercy of Malfoy, yet he had the audacity to speak like that. All of them were waiting to see the reaction of Malfoy. He had a gleam of old fury plastered in his face and his eyes. Even Voldemort was watching the silent battle with a hint of amusement.
"As you wish, Potter; as you wish."
He spoke very slowly, but there was an extremely cold tone in his voice. Malfoy took up the stick again and he looked at Harry with an expression of the most immitigable rage.
He raised it high above his head and then he flung it down with as much force as he could manage. And then it happened. The fact that Harry had been dreading from the start – happened.
A good portion of the nails and spikes on the stick got embedded on his skin. Malfoy felt it too. He tried to pull it out but the nails had stuck inside him deep. He tugged at the stick but it didn't budge. He gave another mighty tug but it proved fruitless. He continued to pull and squirm it within inside the flesh of Harry trying to free it from his flesh.
"Ah."
That was all that escaped the mouth of Harry Potter. It was a very soft exclamation barely audible. He felt the nails enter his skin and pass through his flesh. He felt that his skin didn't allow much resistance. He felt the nails, go deep inside his flesh. He felt the tug of Malfoy, he felt Malfoy squirming the stick inside him, but he remained silent. He knew if he even allowed a slight noise escape his lips then he would start screaming at the top of his lungs. The pain was overwhelming. He felt the nails tear his flesh apart. He felt the nails tear off delicate nerves and small capillaries. Jerks of blood erupted from that particular injury. He felt Malfoy give an almighty tug and the stick tore away from his body. He felt it tear away a piece of his flesh from his back. The pain was dazzling and deafening. His brained screamed apart. He felt that he was tearing into several pieces. He felt the nerves detach itself from his body. The pain was too unbearable for him to bear. He felt his eyes closing away. His brain seemed to be telling him, to retard all functions of his body. He was tired, mentally, physically and spiritually. All he wanted was to die. He had no desire to live anymore. The pain was too much to bear. His mind was reeling. Yes, Voldemort was right. He wanted to beg him to kill him. Death was more pleasant than this. Forget any curses, this was the real pain. Somehow even at that moment of blinding pain he had the smallest of smiles in his mouth.
"You, look what you did to my stick. You'll pay for that, Potter. I didn't want your stinking, miserable half blood flesh on my favourite stick."
He held the stick in his hand as far as possible and then he slowly pulled the piece of flesh from the spikes with the tips of his two fingers and he turned his face away from it and he raised his nose to prove his disgust of the fact.
"Oh, Merlin!!! He smells even more than a dead rotten skunk. I think I'm gonna be sick."
He then threw the piece of flesh away on the ground.
"I'll bet even a raving fasting Hippogriff wouldn't eat that, if he had the choice between that and a skunk."
A few Death Eaters laughed at the joke.
Malfoy turned around and faced the back of Harry and noticed that he was just hanging by the cuffs, he was slung and the cuffs were straining to keep him in the required position. He became suspicious that he might have been unconscious. Well, there was only one way to find out. He shrugged his shoulders and a malicious grin appeared on his face. He raised his stick above his head and swung it around like a war axe and then gave a mighty blow on the back of his head. The blow was so powerful that the cuffs broke apart and Harry's body collapsed on the floor with a dull thud. Blood sprouted like a fountain from the point where he struck him on the head.
Harry could only listen the swish of the stick as it cut though the air and strike his head with an unbelievable force. But he didn't know what happened afterwards, since the moment the stick touched his head his neck snapped forward by the raw brute force of the stick and even before his body touched the ground he was unconscious.
"Lucius, you didn't kill him did you? Because if you did then I would have your head on a gold plate in front of me even before you can say 'forgive me master'?"
"No, Master, he's just a little unconscious. It's just the exhaustion, my lord."
"Good, then; revive him."
"Re – revive him, master?"
"Yes, I believe I told you that to do."
"But my lord, he is unconscious already."
"So, what Lucius? I told you to revive him and that's what you are exactly going to do."
"Ceratinly master."
Lucius moved over to the place where the body of Harry lay on the ground. He kicked him furiously. But Harry made no sign to say that he was awake. He kicked him again and still nothing.
He brought out his wand and muttered.
"Enervate"
Nothing, he was getting nervous. The lad was still alive wasn't he? He wasn't in coma; he couldn't be. He was just badly injured. He took another shot, and concentrated hard and muttered again.
"Enervate"
This time Harry opened his eyes groggily.
Harry opened his eyes and immediately he was reminded of the mind blowing pain in his body. His limbs were aching horribly and to top it all his scar throbbed horribly. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and to his surprise he couldn't see anything. He could feel someone breathing near him but he couldn't see a thing. He blinked again, but to his astonishment he continued to stare at a black place. He took a sharp intake of breath as he comprehended what had happened. It took him a few moments to let the truth sink in his mind. He had lost his eyesight!!!
He remembered something from his childhood. He had seen some doctor on the television during an interview. He had said during severe trauma, people lose their eyesight for sometime. Yes, that must've bee it. All those butchering from Malfoy had caused this he thought. Oh, Merlin's beard!!! It couldn't get any worse could it? He was the midst of his doom and he had lost his eyesight.
"What's the matter Harry, tired of the little games, why we haven't even reached the finale yet."
Harry gulped again fearfully. He didn't like it at all. He was a spider trapped in the midst of the spider. The spider was just biding its time to kill the fly. It would take only moments for that to happen and then he'd be dead. It was all over; there weren't anything to be done yet again.
"Fear not, Harry, after the Grand Finale is over you will be honoured beyond your wildest recognition. I will personally see to it that you are in good health here, because you will be here for a long, long time."
He nodded at a few Death Eaters and they moved forward towards Harry's limp body. Malfoy spoke a few words to them and they nodded again. Voldemort sat back again.
"Lucius you have indeed done a marvellous job. I wish that you sit out on this occasion and let the others handle it. You can be a part of the audience for this time.
"Come on Gregorovitch, I don't want to wait all day. You know the task at hand. I hope you provide some nice entertainment like Lucius today. Otherwise…"
He broke off adding a more chilling tone in his voice. The burly Death Eater nodded and bowed.
"I'm sure my Lord that you'll enjoy the show. I have waited long for this and I will not disappoint you, my Lord."
"Very, well; proceed then."
The burly Death Eaters spoke to the other three Death Eaters in a different language, and they slowly removed their masks, and removed their long cloaks. They had worn a long dark robe, underneath. They clenched their fists and stretched their muscles. A loud crack resounded from their cracking of fists.
Harry heard the noise and an even more dread filled him. Hadn't he suffered already today? Was it needed, anymore? Any more and he was sure that he would die then and there itself. But Voldemort had told him that he would be there for a long, long time. How could he be so sure? He felt that anymore torture would drive his tired soul away from his body and his fate will be sealed like a victim of the Dementor's Kiss. But Voldemort, oh God, he wanted me to suffer like him. Remain in the brink of death, in the threshold of the living yet so much dead.
'He wanted me to be like that for thirteen years. That's what he meant by such a long, long time.' He thought.
His chain of thoughts came to a screeching halt. Another loud crack brought him back to his senses. He started to panic. He knew that he would be mince meat after they had their way with him. He had to escape, someway, somehow, he had to escape; he had to flee from the clutches of these notorious criminals. Another crack, and this time it was a lot closer. He tried to focus his mind clear of all other thoughts and concentrated on escaping from the clutches of his nemesis. He opened his eyes slowly and slowly, very slowly the room started to come back to focus. He could make out the peeling wall, the dim light and then he saw a menacing figure looming over him. He had his heart in his mouth, as he tried to scream but no noise came out of his mouth. He tried to move but not a single muscle twitched. He watched as the Death Eater gave an infuriated scream and swung a hard right fist at him.
Time seemed to slow down, for Harry. He saw the fist approaching his chin bone at a swift pace. He tried desperately to move, but he stood there like a statue. No movement from his part. He watched in vain as the fist connected with its target and his head snapped back, due to the tremendous force of the punch. He head bounced off the floor due to the impact of the punch.
"Get up you god damn son of a bitch. You fucking bastard, get up."
He roared in his unnatural loud voice.
"Get up you bloody fucking asshole."
Another Death Eater kicked him hard in his stomach.
More blood gushed out of his face.
"Get up you mother fucking asshole or I'm going to fry your balls today. Yeah, then you ain't going to satisfy any whore. On second thought even beggars won't get laid by you; you bloody bitch.
"You are my bitch for the night, you understand, Potter, you asshole, you're my bitch for the night."
"Move over Greg, let me take over now."
Gregorovitch looked up at the thin lipped man and gave him a curtly nod, and his eyes fluttered over Harry. He gave a disgusted look followed by a roar of fury. Next moment he leapt on Harry and filled Harry's face with punches and fists. He was mad in his own fury, ferociously attacking the man, who was the supposed, nemesis of his Lord.
"Ivan; move away from Potter."
Voldemort ordered in his cold voice. Ivan Gregorovitch looked up at his Dark Lord and then at his own bloody hands, and then got up and shrugged his bloodied hands in order to wipe way some of the dripping blood from his hands. He had hit Harry so hard that specks of blood had showered his face.
"I'm sorry, my Lord, I just got a little carried away. It won't happen again my Lord; I promise that."
"See to that, it doesn't happen again. Vladimir proceed; when you are ready."
"Yes, my lord."
The thin lipped slim man looked over at the bloody mangled mound of flesh. He shunted his nose in disgust at the sight of him.
Harry somehow opened his eyes, and he looked up at the eyes of Vladimir Atanov. The thin grey eyes had nothing but cold fury in them. He was looking at him in deep hatred. He had brown hair but it resembled his eyes, the cold gleam enough to freeze anybody.
"Please… please leave me… please… let me die… please…"
Vladimir was deep in disgust at Harry Potter. He spat at him in his hatred.
"Harry Potter, the famous wizard, saviour of the wizarding world, the Boy – Who – Lived, we finally meet. I would have liked to meet you in better circumstances but I am not complaining."
His tone changed suddenly; from the deep sarcasm to hatred.
"Get your fat dick up from the floor and face me like a man, or I'll cut it in two. From what I know, a certain lady has your affection you won't wanna disappoint her by losing your tool."
The Death Eaters laughed at this sick thought, as though it was a funny joke. Harry's head jerked up at the mention of Cho. He knew that his mind was open right now; he was too weak to close his thoughts from this Vladimir guy. He stumbled at the hem of his tattered robes and almost fell over as he tried to stand up. He looked up at Atanov with his face etched in determination. His completely red face, drenched in blood, his eyes with a highly blurred vision, was a sight to behold.
"There, now that's like a nice lad. Now we can fight each other, in a fair way, don't agree?"
"You – bloody – bastard… you… keep your sight… away… from… Cho. You hear me…"
"Manners, my dear Potter. Surely you learned your manners at school. But I don't think that muggle loving fool had the courtesy to teach you that. Oh, sorry, it is the parents who teach their OFFSPRING how to behave themselves in the presence of Death Eaters. Oh, I am so forgetful today. So SORRY to mention your pathetic DEAD parents; I dare say they were even more foolish than you, and that's saying something.
"You… you… you… fucking craphole… you… you fucking bastard… you piece of whore shit… you... you… you don't dare talk about my parents. Leave my family out of this."
"Emotional tonight are we? I love fights with bastards when they are emotionally charged. Save yourself from this."
As soon as he said those words he jumped in air and then acrobatically kicked Harry hard in the face. The kick was so hard that Harry dropped on his knees. Surprisingly though he didn't feel any pain. I must be a whole lot injured to feel any pain, he thought.
"Get up you miserable bastard, get up so that I can have my way with you."
Harry staggered to his knees and immediately he realised his mistake. The following fifteen minutes he was beaten into oblivion by Vladimir Atanov. He was unconscious long before Voldemort told Vladimir to stop.
"That will be all Vladimir. Thank you for such a good entertainment tonight. I believe I would love to watch this particular late night show. Lucius, my slippery friend you would be handling HIM from now on. Make sure the bastard pays back each of all those painful years. Torture him to the ultimate gate of death, but don't let him die. Dying would be a gift for him. I want him to crave for death. Keep him mangled so that he won't be able to apparate, although even that would take a long time. He has lost all his strength and his will to live but death won't be easy on him. Keep an eye on him Lucius and heal him just enough to keep him alive.
"Oh, yes one more thing, Lucius, Potter killed Draco earlier tonight. I escaped soon afterwards."
"Potter… killed… Draco… he… the… filthy… half blood…he…"
"Lucius I assure you, you are going to exact revenge on him, but not now. If you do that now, he will surely die out of pain. Tomorrow Lucius, from tomorrow onwards you'll get a chance of revenge on Potter."
A fortnight later………
Harry was lying on the floor after the usual 'warm up' for his torture. In this certain 'warm up' as Voldemort and the Death Eaters had termed it, he had been subjugated to immense bashing from Vladimir and Lucius. Gregorovitch also took an active role I bashing Harry. This had been Harry's life for the past two weeks. He had been clobbered by baseball bats, golf clubs, hockey sticks, metal rods, and of course Lucius' stick and whip. Generally that served as a icing to the cake as far as Voldemort was concerned. But Harry noticed that today was special. He couldn't help notice, even in his immense pain in his gut that the Death Eaters seemed somewhat more excited than lately. He wondered why. But even then he thought to himself.
'Yes, tonight would indeed be special. I will be finally escaping tonight. I think I am getting my power back a bit. I am getting better at closing my thoughts. I think that I will be able to apparte soon.'
"My Lord with your permission, allow me to use the 'fire stick' on Potter."
"You think so, Vladimir; well you're the expert, not me. If you think he'll live then I won't have anything to complain."
"Thank you, my Lord."
"Oh yes, Vladimir one more word, cause him more pain than he can possibly imagine."
"I would love to, my Lord."
Vladimir got up and walked over to the fire place. He started to poke the fire with a stick. Even in his utmost pain, Harry couldn't help not being curios. He thought Vladimir was acting really strange. Why the hell would he want to that, apart from all other things and what exactly is a 'fire stick'?
He soon got his answers, and what he saw robbed his face of the little colour that was in it. Every night after he was beaten up he was left painted in his own blood. All through the next day his wound would clot only to be split open again. Throughout his torture his scar would burn in his skin. His forehead would burst open in pain. His head would split in two due to the enormous pain. As he lay there he saw with blood dripping steadily from his entire face and his hands, Vladimir pick up something from the fire. He turned around revealing a long metal rod in his hands. His eyes went very big, as he saw the stick. It was red hot and it was melting. Drops of molten metal were falling from they stick. He gasped as all unbearable unthinkable thoughts flashed in his mind of what Vladimir would use that stick on him.
Vladimir walked up to Harry, the stick in hand. Drops of molten metal dropping steadily from the stick, making a dripping noise as they made contact on the ground.
"Ever seen this, Potter? Do you have any idea how painful this can be? Today must be your lucky day as you'll be able to find out. Yes, you'll be the first victim of the stick in over two hundred years.
"Now, get up Potter, so that we can hear you squeal like a PIG again."
"Get up Potter…" Lucius roared.
"GET UP!!!" he roared.
Harry looked fearfully, wondering what he should do. All sensible thoughts escaped him as he continued to ponder his fate at the hands of the 'fire stick'. He was jerked from his thoughts by a sharp pain in his chest. Malfoy had just kicked him in the ribs leaving him gasping for breath.
"Get up Potter; you deserve to die, for killing my son. Get your fucking asshole off the ground, get up."
"I… didn't… didn't… kill… kill… Draco. Vol… Vol… Voldemort did."
"You bloody fucking liar."
With that he gave a roar of fury and kicked him straight in his groins. The kick was dead accurate and the immediate pain was so much that a spurt of blood spat out of Harry's mouth. Then he leapt on Harry, and continued to maul him. He punched him in his face and dug his fingers in his deep cuts making them even deeper, causing more pain.
Finally he got up from Harry, who was lying ground both his hands clutched in his groin trying to bear with the immense pain. Lucius dusted the blood off his cloak and then kneeled in front of Voldemort.
"My Lord, give me honours to make this filthy bitch squeal like a pig."
"Permission granted, Lucius. Vladimir please hand over your 'fire stick' to Lucius."
Vladimir gave away the 'fire stick' to Lucius and proceeded over to where Harry was lying on the ground, hands clutching his groin. He heaved him to the ground and to Harry's surprise he made him bend down and not stand up.
"Now, Potter I know you must be wondering what the fuck is a 'fire stick' is? Well no better way than finding it out yourself, I'll spoil the surprise for you, if I tell you what it is. You won't want that, now would you?"
He gave him an evil smirk, and Harry just gave him a look of pure hatred.
Then with another swift motion he bent Harry's body and spoke in an evil tone.
"Potter, touch your toes."
Then with another swish of a cloak, he had pulled up his robes so that his entire arse was exposed. It took a moment for Harry to understand what was going on. Everything suddenly stumbled upon his troubled brain. He understood what was going to happen, he tried all his might but to no avail; Vladimir held him in a vice like grip.
He recalled what Vladimir had said earlier.
"… Squeal like a PIG…"
"Hold still you asshole or will I have to to stun you. It would be a shame then as we won't we able to see your reaction."
Vladimir then pulled his arms behind him and filthily pressed his elbows right above his ass exposing him even more. Under normal circumstances this would have been a very shameful circumstance but given his condition this was dreadful, horrific and fearsome. He knew he won't stand a chance if the 'fire stick' did what it was supposed to do. He would be fried up altogether.
Vladimir caught Lucius' eye and then he spoke.
"Now, Lucius, do it now."
Malfoy seemed to be waiting for the signal. He nodded and with a full force he shoved the 'fire stick' forward. He didn't show any compassion t this inhumane treatment. He showed no mercy. This was the person who killed his son, the murderer of his own flesh and blood. No mercy for the one who had bloodied his hands with the blood of a Malfoy. He deserved death, torture, pain.
Harry thought he was going to die. The pain in his back side and his bowels were too much to bear. He didn't hear the cry of joy from Malfoy or Vladimir. He didn't see the smirk on Voldemort ugly face, he didn't hear the cry of mirth from the Death Eaters from the vile torture, and he didn't feel any pain when Vladimir dropped him from laughter. He didn't see him on his all fours crying aloud in his mad laughter. All he saw and felt was his pain and pain alone. All he heard was his own blood curdling scream of anguish, suffering and pain.
Or was it the only thing that he heard? He tried to clear his mind in spite of the tremendous pain in order to listen to this voice. But the pain was too much to bear, but then the voice spoke clearly. Act now Harry; now is the time, the Death Eaters are too busy laughing at your agony, they are distracted, you must act now. It is now or never.
He decided to take up the advice. Although the pain was taking its toll now and he felt his head reeling, but he knew what he had to do. He closed his eyes and summoned every bit of magic inside him and concentrated on getting out of there. He hoped prayed that he would get away safely. He prayed that he got away or else he feared that he might become unconscious of the pain which was close to unbearable.
Malfoy looked at the writhing figure on the ground. He had a mad gleam on his eyes and he was laughing. He was laughing hysterically at the squirming figure on the ground. He kept moving the rod so that he felt more pain. He hoped that he fried up his bowels. He dearly hoped this would kill him.
"Feel the pain Potter, feel the pain, yes this is what I had to go through, and this is the pain that a father has to go through while losing his son, his only son. And it is all because of you."
He moved the rod around a more as Potter lay on the ground writhing in pain, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.
"Yes, cry Potter, cry of the pain, cry of the fear you son of a hippogriff, cry you mother fucking son of a bitch."
He saw that his eyes were already up inside his sockets and he was gagging and a gooey substance was trickling down the side of his mouth. It was a sight that he normally would not like to see but this was different, it was his son's murderer for crying out loud. He normally would throw up at such a ghastly sight but not today. He had waited for this day to torture him and making him his son's murderer made it extra special.
"Cry Potter you son of a handicapped flobberworm, cry you son of a –"
Then it happened.
The laughter stopped abruptly. Everyone looked around with a fearful sight at the Dark Lord.
Malfoy stood there horrified, all laughter forgotten. He stood there flabbergasted with the burning rod in one hand.
"Lucius, are you trying to play some tricks with me?" Voldemort asked calmly although his face betrayed him. He was clearly absolutely furious at the prospect that his 'nemesis' had escaped him.
"My Lord, my Lord, you know I wouldn't dream of such things, it appears that he somehow apparated away."
"How could he apparate away? He doesn't have the strength nor enough magic in him to apparate. You had kept him under full monitoring."
"Yes my Lord, but… but… I don't know how he could've gotten away. He looked too weak to apparate."
"Lucius, you… have… failed… me for… the last time. Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you."
"My Lord I'll bring him back to you. He killed my son; I have personal business to deal with him. I surely won't be setting him free when he was in such great pain."
Voldemort looked at Malfoy for a long time. He sized him up and then finally spoke up.
"Very well, Lucius but remember one chance; just one chance."
"Yes, my Lord, I won't fail you."
"Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."
Dear friends and acquaintances; we are gathered here today at the funeral services of Harry James Potter. Today we will bid him goodbye forever from the world of living. So I encourage you to come forward and say a few words in the memory of him.
With that Dumbledore stepped away from the coffin.
Ron was first to come forward. No one needed to say that he had been grieving. He was clad in black and his eyes were red from all the crying. He came forward and made a forward motion to touch the wood of the coffin. Immediately tears sprang to his eyes.
"Sorry… Harry… I let you down. I…I didn't believe… you… I put you in… that… that… place… but… but… I hope you somehow… forgive… me. You were a true friend. You stood by us when we needed you… and… and we betrayed… you… your trust. I know… wherever… you are… you must… be happy… with your parents… Sirius… they will give you… the love… that… that… you were denied. I hope you are happy there Harry, my… best… mate. "
With that he broke down completely. He grabbed an edge of the empty coffin and went down on his knees and tears flowed freely through his eyes.
Two pairs of hands helped him up and led him to the back of the party to help him calm down.
Hermione stepped forward after Ron and just stared at the polished wooden coffin. Tears were flowing through her eyes freely. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out of her mouth.
Finally she managed to squeak a couple of words.
"Harry, I… I… I… I am… s – s – sorry."
She quickly turned on her heels and ran away from the coffin as fast as possible.
Next Remus Lupin stepped up and like his predecessors he struggled to find words to say.
"Harry… I… I… I'm truly sorry. I never believed that you… you had turned to Voldemort. I never… but… I… I had to… do what I was supposed… to do. James, Lily, Sirius forgive me. I… I… I… I have failed you. Forgive me… Harry… if you… if you… if you can."
He then broke down and started howling in front of everyone. Dumbledore reached out a hand and patted him in the back. No one noticed but he silently wiped a tear from his eye.
Rubeus Hagrid stepped forward next and he broke down wailing in front of the coffin; he got to his knees and buried his head on the coffin.
"Oh, 'arry; why did it turn ou' this way? Why couldn't it 'ad bee' 'etter? Oh, Harry why did yeh 'ave to jump off the ruddy cliff? Yeh, shouldn't have done tha' 'arry. Yeh, shouldn't 'ave done tha'."
It took a few more precious moments before Hagrid calmed down. Still eyes red and tears flowing freely down his cheeks he stood up.
Slowly everyone stepped forward and spoke a few words in the loving memory of Harry Potter the boy who had destroyed Voldemort; everyone except a witch standing at the back of the grieving party.
A Chinese witch little in frame, was standing at the back of the party oblivious to everybody. It was evident from a single look at her face that she had bee crying a lot. Her eyes were red from tears, and she had dark circles around her eyes, signifying her lack of sleep. Silent tears kept streaming down her face. She had been grieving a lot. When everyone had told their part, Dumbledore looked expectantly at her. she slowly stepped forward and came in front of the coffin.
She looked like she had someone very dear to her. She struggled to find her voice.
"Harry… Harry… Harry… I… I… I… I'm so sorry. I failed you. I am the reason you… you… you… you're dead. It's all… all… my fault. I didn't deserve your… your… your love. I have been selfish. I betrayed your… your… your trust. I put you… you… you… in that… that… that… place. It was because of… of me you died that... that… night. I… I… I… used your trust against me.
. I have… have been untrustworthy. I… I… it was… all my… my… my fault……."
She started to cry harder and she shook her head and clasped the wooden coffin in her hand. In the end Dumbledore touched her shoulder and slowly brought her up to her feet.
"Don't cry Cho… I… I…don't think Harry… Harry… Harry… will appreciate that… wherever he is." Neville consoled her, but nothing could calm him down. She continued to cry as if there was no tomorrow.
Dumbledore sighed and nodded his head. He flicked his wand and gave it a swish and the coffin rose slightly and slowly moved over to the freshly dug pit. A mound of earth was lying beside the hole. The coffin hovered over the hole for a few long painful moments, and then with a final flick of the Dumbledore's wand the coffin lowered itself in the ground. A loud painful wail pierced the atmosphere. Cho was on her knees and she was screaming out as hard her throat would permit her.
"Harry, no, Harry; you can't leave me, you can't. No, Harry, it can't end this way…"
That was all she said before she lost consciousness.
The air broke into anguished howls and painful screams, such that no one heard Dumbledore speak the concluding words of the ceremony.
"Goodbye, Harry, I hope you can forgive this old man; I just made a lot too many mistakes. Goodbye, Harry, say hello to Lily and James for me and Sirius. Rest in peace Harry, rest in peace…"
In that small moment of privacy Dumbledore completed his mourning. He wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled out his wand. He conjured a tombstone and artistically wrote the letters on them.
Here lies Harry James Potter, (1981 – 2013); loved by his friends and his acquaintances.
The Boy – Who – Lived, friend, hero and mentor. May his soul rest in peace.
Then slowly the party started to move away from the secluded area in Hogwarts grounds. They had decided to 'bury' Harry near the Greenhouses, in a secluded area bounding the Forbidden Forests. It was a place no one went to. They were coming down the path when Ron suddenly stopped them.
He was holding Hermione, an arm around her shoulder while she had her head buried in his shoulder. He was comforting her in their moment of mutual grief when he heard something. Something which was not in place; definitely not in place. He held up his hand and moved away from his wife and moved forwards. He took out his wand and proceeded cautiously.
"Wh – what is it Ron?" Hermione asked scared.
"I don't know honey, I don't Stupefy."
He had suddenly cast the stunning spell at a nearby greenhouse.
"I saw something professor, I saw something."
Dumbledore moved forward away from Ron, and went towards the spot where Ron had hit. Ron and Neville quickly followed him and their eyes glued to the spot where the spell had hit.
Blood, lots and lots of blood. That was all their eyes caught on. Their eyes travelled further and they landed on a figure lying on the ground slowly moving away from them towards them. That… something was leaving behind a trail of blood, whoever it was, was mortally injured.
All three men sprang forward towards that figure. Dumbledore turned that… thing over and all of them gave a small shriek of terror and surprise.
"Henry? Is that you?"
Ron was the first to speak up.
"Who did this to you?"
"Leave me, leave me alone. Gotta see Dumbledore now, I can't delay. Leave me."
"It's all right Henry I'm here."
Henry opened his blood red eyes; again all of them gave a small shriek. Gone was the pleasant natured man they knew. The man who had a smile plastered on his face all the time had gone, instead there was this man his eyes red with blood, his face drenched red in blood, his face had a terrified look on his face and throughout his body their were heavy scars and dried up blood. His body was filled with deep gashes and heavy wounds and blood was oozing steadily through it.
"Dumbledore… Dumbledore… he… he… he's back…"
"Who's back, Henry?" Dumbledore asked cautiosly.
"Henry, you have to go to the infirmary, now. You are heavily wounded."
"No, I have to tell him. You... you... you... don't understand. He... he... he... he's back.
"Nothing Henry, you are not in the right mind now, you need treatment, immediately."
"This... this... this cannot... wait. He... he... he's back. Tom... Tom... Tom Riddle is… is… back."
All the three man froze right on that spot.
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