Warning: This chapter is rated R! Implied rape!

Chapter 13

Giving the four who had just entered a death glare, the prisoners gritted their teeth with utmost disgust. Harry returned their welcome with an arrogant smirk that had once belonged to his father.

He let his eyes wander from person to person, blinking a couple of times, still not believing that he had such a fruitful catch. In his heart, he knew that there was no way Snape could have managed to reel such a good, big catch in, all by himself. Something had to be fishy.

Turing sideways, he caught sight of Snape who seemed to have read his mind as the man had said, "Go on. Enjoy yourself Master. They are as real as you and I."

The Master ignored the statement, as he proceeded toward the locked cages, which housed only men, woman or children. His cold eyes swept through them again, before he spoke once more.

"My, my Severus, you do know how to do business. What exactly are you and Dumbledore trying to pull to have the 'good' side sacrifice all these men woman and children in exchange for your life? May I add, some are prominent figures in the wizardry society? At last the day has come when Dumbledore has willingly, open handedly handed me his best men, in exchange for the life of his own."

Snape smiled glumly, his cover blown in front of his 'friends'. There was no need to hide behind the mask any longer. With his right hand, he removed the Death Eater mask, and immediately mixed insults were thrown at him. Some with a surprised "you!" others with "Professor Snape?" or for those who had always suspected him, just threw insults.

"Severus? How can it be you?? How can you do this?" Molly shrieked, surprised.

"We thought we could trust you! Dumbledore trusted you!!" Arthur pleaded.

"That man believed in second chances! I don't. So, your true colors finally show, snake" Mad-Eye's magical eye was bouncing in his socket. "I gave you a second chance." he roared. "My eye told me otherwise, but I believed in Dumbledore. I trusted that man. Trusting man is he? I don't believe in second chances and this is why!" he spat at Snape, who easily dodged it.

Harry watched amused. This had not been the reaction that he had been expecting. He had been expecting a show, but he got the real thing. Indeed, by looking at the facial expressions, the mind readings and of course the speech, he could figure out that Snape had indeed done this on his free will. From experience, Harry had been able to tell truth from lies as well as act and reality. His instincts told him that Dumbledore was indeed not behind it, and Snape had betrayed them all.

The suspicion of Snape's loyalties were eased, and erased. However, not even in Harry's wildest dreams could he imagine that he had fallen into the trap that Dumbledore had set up. A trap that as Dumbledore had clearly stated to Snape was that he had to first fool his friends in order to fool the enemy.

"Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater." The ex-aruror finished with disgust.

"Same for you, all of you." Harry spoke up. "You're either with me, or against me, there is no road in between."

The emerald eyes swept from Mad-Eye to Arthur, to Molly, to Tonks, to Hermione, to Ron, to Dean, to Neville, to Cho and to numerous others he did not know by name. He adverted his eyes back to Cho, whom he gave a weak smile. It had been a long time since they were in proximity of each other. He shook his head to rid of his thoughts as his eyes traveled up and down her body, which had matured into womanhood since the time they went on their unsuccessful date.

"Now, now, lets see, shall we get down to business?" Slowly, Harry took out Voldemort's wand and fumbled with it. "Who shall be the first to feel my wrath?"

Immediately, numerous people stepped back and crowded towards the wall, as though that would help. The adults, particularly the Order, knew that even if they did not like it, they still had an obligation to protect the students.

Mad-Eye gritted his teeth, ready to accept the challenge. He knew that no one else in the room was a likely candidate to survive.

"I will," a soft voice spoke, belonging to that of Lupin. Harry ignored his guardian completely. Throughout the whole time, he had not glanced at the man once. "I will, I will accept full responsibility for what has happened to you. You can hurt me, you can kill me, but you will not hurt anyone else. I will not permit it…"

Harry didn't even show any sign that he had heard the man. Instead he turned to the rest. "No one?" He could clearly tell that Mad-Eye wanted to. Yet, he himself was not ready to deal with a full-grown professional, ex-auror or not. After all, he had just recovered, he didn't want to risk the chance, even if the man didn't carry a wand. The magical eye, the wooden leg as well as the paranoidness of the man was enough for him to say "No".

"Well decide yourselves, I'll be back. If you don't provide a scapegoat, I will find one." Waving to his company to follow him, they left the dungeons, stopping only when they were a good distance away.

"Ok, listen carefully," Harry spoke eyeing each one, in particular Snape. "Bella, Lucius, I'll let you have some fun with them this afternoon." The two looked happy.

"Severus, I want a potion made."

He raised his eyebrow. "What type Master?"

"Something for Remus. Something that could allow me to torture that helpless man, more then pain and death." Snape raised his other eyebrow.

"What do you have in mind?" Snape asked cautiously, wondering if he could make what the other asked for.

"Oh, something simple. Something to ensnare his mind. Something that could allow me complete control, while at the same time, give him free will, yet make him helpless. Something that would gradually change his personality. Something that would bring out the darker side. Something that would enable him to play that 'guardian role' when in truth I still have complete power. Something that would make him seem that he's acting on his free will, when in truth he's being manipulated in the shadows. No one would know, not him, not them. They'll just think he's lost it"

"You want to turn Remus into another you?" Snape asked dryly, not liking the idea.

"Just give me a straight answer."

Snape looked sideways, thinking. "I must warn you. The mind is not a toy. It should not be played with, let alone broken. The consequence of failure is severe."

"Can or can you not do it?" Hary asked impatiently.

"Of course I can. When would you want it completed?"

"How long does it take?"

"Half a day at most. If I start now, it can be ready by dinner."

Harry nodded. "Then get started." He laughed softly. "When it's ready, I'll have plenty of fun with that man."

Turing back to the others, he spoke again. "I want Remus released from the dungeons." There were surprised gasps.

"But Master, its dangerous." Malfoy spoke up.

"He is allowed to wander my Manor as freely as you can, as freely as anyone else can. No restraints. He can be, and do whatever he pleases."

"How is that to help?" Bella asked curiously. "How can that work."

Hary ignored the statement.

"If I find out anyone besides me, has hurt a single hair on that man, the person will die, no questions, no exceptions. The only boundaries, or exceptions are that he cannot leave the Potter Manor, kept wandless, and ignored completely. Anything he does, anything he says, just pretend it's the wind."

Bellatrix laughed at that. "My, my, isn't that worst! Much worst. He'll be no different then the others, the only difference is, he'll be locked in a cageless world." She smiled. "I like it."

"However, what about retaliation?" Malfoy asked concerned. "That is giving him a bit too much freedom, is it not?"

"That's where the potion comes to play." The Half-blood stared levelly at Snape. "You do understand the amount of trust I'm placing in you, do you not Snape?"

"Yes, master."

"Good, besides, I might end up with a decent guardian, however forceful it might seem. It's not easy to keep a werewolf as a pet, a tame werewolf." Harry trailed off, pausing before speaking again. "Well, Lucius, Bella, you two go have fun."

"Are you sure, you will not like to take part?" Bella asked sounding disappointed.

"Maybe when I feel better. I'm afraid I'm suffering from some hormonal imbalance at the moment." The 17-year old said huskily, licking his lips.

The three adults didn't seem to miss a beat as they exchanged glances.

Malfoy smiled. "Very well, we'll see what we can do. Maybe we could find someone to …" He took a quick look at the bulge in the other's pants to confirm his thoughts. "fix the problem."

Hary pretended to not have heard. "Well get going, we don't have all day. Snape you go too. It'll be nice if you made it addictive as well, just to have him do anything to beg for a dose."

Snape nodded. "I'll get right on it."

"Well I'll be in the top room of the south tower. Don't bother me unless it's urgent."

"Yes Master," rang out, and the three left to complete their task.

When they had turned the corner, Harry slowly made his way up to the south tower.

"Coffee" McGongall handed the man before him a cup.

"Thank you Minvera." Albus spoke, making no body movement, sitting in the same hunched position that he had been in for days. His back was arched forward, head resting on one hand. Half the half-moon spectacles fell off his nose.

McGonagall stared at him for a while, as if debating what to do. Finally she slowly walked over to him.

"Albus, you've got to snap out of this. Groping and being sullen won't help anyone, especially not you."

The ex-headmaster did not reply, but buried himself deeper in his palms.

"Albus listen to me. This is not the end, its not over. We haven't lost yet. You need courage. You must lead the rest of us into battle."

"Minvera, what do you want me to do? What can I do? I'm too old for this! That last blast shortens my life or what's left of it in half! For God sake, I'm turning 155 in merely three months time. I cannot do this anymore and you out of everyone else know it!"

"Oh really Albus!" Minerva was angry, and her face was puffed up red.

"You're not the Professor I remember. You've faced dark times before, what makes facing Hary any different?!"

"I grew up before Gindlewald's reign. I defeated him in my 70's, when I was still a transfiguration Professor. Then the battle with Tom had lasted longer then it was meant, a battle that had lasted over 50 years. You do not understand. He already wore me out. A few more years…." Dumbledore's voice trailed off.

"I witnessed and survived the rise and fall of two Dark Wizards in one century. That is already more then enough. I do not believe I will be there to see the fall of Harry."

"That's right Albus. You are a survivor! What makes Harry Potter any different?"

Albus looked up at her, smiling weakly. "Never in Hogwarts lifetime has it ever fallen once. Never has it crumbled."

McGongall snuffed. "Only 1/10 of the entire building actually fell." She corrected. Then she waived her hand at the room around them. "Look, you are still sitting in the headmaster's office aren't' you?"

"Still, more then ¼ the students and professors died that night. Another ¼ was captured, including our best men, professors, Order members, not to mention the Minster of Magic."

"Indeed a devastating lost." was all the McGongall could say. "The greatest lost in a single night."

"And to say he accomplished it all under Tom's men, using Tom's wand." Dumbledore murmured. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "I do not believe I can qualify to lead the war against Evil."

"Of course you are. If you aren't no one else can. Don't you understand Albus, we are facing a critical moment. Drastic action must be made. You still haven't spoken to the press, and they want drastic action. There are still trillions out there who have place faith in you. You cannot let us down now. You cannot abandon us. Albus, you must understand, there is no one else besides you who is capable of defeating Harry."

"You have much faith in me."

"I believe in you Albus. The way the rest of the world does. We are all standing behind you and your every move that you make. You still have much influence and power, use it. We are counting on you, and you know it. Don't let us, the world down. Don't let the prisoners down. For all we know they are being tortured and are suffering when they should not be. Don't let me down. Albus, its time you take action. Real action. It's time to show the world who you really are. It's time to show them whose boss."

Having said that, McGonagall turned to leave in order to let the man rethink of his plans again. Before she had left completely, she heard a faint

"Thank you, thank you for everything."

"So who would be best for him?" Malfoy turned to Snape as though he would know the answer. "What type does he like?" Snape was silent. "That Mudblood friend of his, will she do?" Malfoy asked, skeptically, disgusted at the thought. Snape shook his head.

"Get the Ravenclaw. Chang. Cho Chang." The three turned to see Draco coming near, stalking around in his half dressed Death Eater robe.

"Father, Professor, Aunt Bella." The three looked at him with a what-are-you-doing-here look.

Draco ignored it. "Childhood crush. Think it would be good for some 'reunion' time" he smirked. The adults didn't object.

"Well you can bring her, your aunt and I are going to have some fun with the rest of them…"

Draco shrugged. "I suppose…"

Harry plopped himself down on the bed. He had furnished the room to look decent for at least the time being. Depending on whoever might be coming, he decided to adjust the setting then.

Not ten minutes had passed when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in,." the door slowly creaked open and two people entered. One was chained while the other was on both knees as though presenting the person to him as a gift.

Smiling, Harry got up off the bed, and walked closer. "Go, I can take care of things here." Draco stood up. "No one is to bother us, do you understand?"

"Yes master"

"For any reason at all…."

"Yes master…"

"When Professor Snape is complete, have him tell me." He paused. "and oh, tell your father and aunt not to torture them too badly. Leave some fun for me too"

"Of course Master" Draco waited a while, but Harry gave no more instructions. Instead, the Master pulled Cho toward the bed, who was begrudgingly following him. Taking it as a sign to leave, Draco left without a sound.

Harry let the door shut completely before turning to Cho. The look on his face scared her. It was so different then what she could remember. The once shy boy had disappeared completely. The once sparklingly emerald eyes were gone, replace by dull lifeless orbs. Besides the lightning bolt scar, there was nothing that could connect the two of them together.

"Harry?" she spoke softly, tremblingly slightly. He didn't reply as he took off the chains that had bounded her wrists and ankles, throwing them aside and letting them crank loudly onto the floor.

"Harry?" she asked again, this time reaching out to touch his face, brushing away the few strands of hair that fell out of place. He waited, letting her do as she pleased. He closed his eyes as he held onto her.

Then suddenly he released her and pushed her roughly onto the bed. Jerking violently she struggled as he ripped off her clothes, piece by piece. Cho panicked underneath him, but her struggle was to no avail.

"No, Harry! No! Harry! Please…no…no…. no…. No…. Please Harry. Don't do this! Don't! Harry!" she screamed as tears ran down her cheeks.

"Crucio!!" he cried out. Cho screamed in pain. "Now I can do this the easy way or the hard way." He breathed.

"Please stop! Please! HARRY! God! You're hurting me!"

"Hurting you? I love you Cho! You've hurt me more then you can imagine! I'm just returning the favor!" he growled.

"If you really love me, then you'll stop this. You won't hurt me."

"Oh won't I?" He bent over her, entangling their legs so that she would stop kicking. Grabbing her hands roughly, he bent closer to forcefully kiss her.

"Crucio!" he hissed again. Like Voldemort had, he enjoyed the numerous screams that escaped his victims.

Snape entered the potion lab. Quickly, he heated a cauldron, letting the fire burn hot. His mind was racing. He had agreed to brew the potion, but in truth, he did not know what he could brew. He didn't know any potion that had matched the descriptions provided by his Master. Still he knew that he needed to provide something that is if he wanted to survive and live another day. Deciding to mix different potions together instead, he began his studious work.

He had not gone half way, when his attention was distracted.

Scream after scream invaded his ears and thoughts. At first he thought it was from the dungeons, however, as he listened closer, he noticed that it actually was from Hary and Cho. The conversations started soft and then it grew louder and louder, as did the screams and laughter.

Shit! What is the meaning of this? What the hell are you trying to pull Potter? Not only did you not silence your doings, but you actually announce it to the world! What are you trying to pull?

Trying to concentrate on his task, Snape tried his best to shut out the surroundings, especially the screams and laughter.

"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" The curse ran out over and over again. Malfoy and Lestrange seemed to be enjoying themselves a little too much. Even with Draco relating the message of their Master, the adults seemed to have a hard time controlling themselves.

Arthur was struck the most, maybe for his rank in society or just because Malfoy and Weasley never got along in any shape form or fashion. Molly was struck nearly as much, but not quite, as were the other adults, which Malfoy played with. The one person he had not touched yet, aside from Lupin as ordered, was Alastor. Even in prison, no one dared touched the man for whatever reason it may be.

Bellatrix had fun with the students, the younger more defenseless children. She kept speaking in her shrill childish voice has he taunted them, especially Longbottom, whom she reminded him of how she had tortured his parents. If both of them weren't under strict orders not to kill, then Neville would have been the first to die.

"Minister of Magic!" Malfoy spat, as he sent another Curico toward the man, who had somehow attempted to remain standing, amongst the pain.

"Yes Malfoy?" he glared at the man. Malfoy did not get a chance to reply.

A scream came from nowhere. It was so loud and terrifying that the dungeon movements stopped.

"Bella, who was that from? Lets…"

Another scream. Then the explanation came. It came in a loud, magnified volume that shook the locks on the cell doors.

"No, Harry! No! Harry! Please…no…no….no….No….Please Harry. Don't do this! Don't! Harry!" Cho's voice was shaking like mad. The terrified sense could not be missed.

"Crucio!!"

Then the voices and screams drifted in and out, letting them catch some of the conversation but not all of it. However, the endless screams and insane laugher was enough to cause shudder and to cease movement in everyone. No one was cursing anyone anymore, and all was silent.

At last Snape finished brewing the potion. It was shimmering blue and was boiling in its last stages in the cauldron. He had done his best, and now all that he was waiting for was for the approval and the success of the potion.

Filling the first vile, he used a cooling potion to cool it. Adding the final addictive pills, he hurried up to the South Tower.

The screaming and pleading was seeping out from the other side of the door. Hesitatingly, he knocked softly. Nothing happened. Then he knocked again. This time, all sound quieted down.

"Master, the potion is ready" There was a soft noise from inside and then the door swung opened. Snape cautiously peered inside. It was dark and gloomy, barely lit. Blood, fresh blood was everywhere. Taking a small step, he walked inside.

"Master, the potion is ready." he spoke again.

The Prince from within the shadows stepped out, his body pivoted at an angle so that Snape could only see half of his body. He was hastily dressed, with bloodstains on his clothes. The blood seemed to originate from the back of his left shoulder. Taking a closer look, he noticed claw marks that were distinctively formed by fingernails.

Harry must have noticed his gaze, for he pulled the cloak around it tighter.

"Master?" Snape was about to ask, but was cut off by a hand.

"Come…." The Prince spoke.

Harry didn't seemed to bother with his appearance.

"Come…" he repeated. He seemed to pull at something. He tugged it a couple of times. Then from behind him, Cho too stepped out. She was in no better shape then Harry was. From first appearance, it looked as though she had put up a good fight. A closer look told Snape that she was worst off, far worst off.

Not willing to look at her tear swollen, blood stained face, Snape adverted his eyes and lead the two of them back down to the dungeons.

If the Prince had been surprised with the unusual silence, he was even more surprised when he got inside to find his three Death Eaters squatted by the wall, opposite of the dungeons. All movement, and talk had stopped. Each person had a different look on their face, with numerous emotions flooding in and out.

"Master" Lucius greeted, being the first to notice his entrance. He seemed to want to say more, of some excuses, but stopped at the bloodied sight of him and his victim.

Opening an empty cage, he flung Cho in, who hit the cold hard floor. She only sat up and huddled herself at a corner where more silent tears fell. Harry didn't say or do anything, he just shut the door behind him.

Harry then summoned a house elf and ordered dinner. No one spoke the entire time, until the house elf returned.

Making sure the Death Eaters had their wands pointed at the caged children, Harry went forward and unlocked the door. Dropping off the dinner, the group went to the woman and then finally the men.

Unlike the other two, he stepped in, the Death Eaters following behind him, keeping their wands out to prevent sudden movement. Each step that Harry took, the prisoners backed away.

He distributed the food without a sound.

Finally Harry was standing before Lupin. Before Hary could react, a hand swiped his face, hitting it perfectly. A soft groan came from the Prince, who was slightly taken by surprise. Immediately half of his vision blurred and blacked out. He had not thought that he would be attacked, not when he had protection. A few gasps came from the other prisoners.

"Licentious diabolical brute!" Lupin spat, as he withdrew his newly blood stained right hand. The Master smiled weakly, touching his face, which burned like fire. He traced the newly made scars that ran from the top of his left eyebrow and ran diagonally down his face, passed his nose ending at the end of his right chin. By the feel of the marks, it was dug into his skin at least an inch and a half, blinding his left eye. If only he had not taken his glasses off earlier in the day, it might have prevented the disability, or perhaps made it worst as the glass might have struck into his eye instead. Whatever the case, he had been left with a blinded eye and five claw marks.

"Master?" Malfoy Sr. asked, seeing the mark left by the older man. Harry only nodded a 'fine' in response. He waived Bella's wand away that had wanted to curse Lupin.

"My, my, is that how you treat family?" The Prince asked, who surprisingly had kept any food from dropping. Lupin growled at that, but took the food anyways. Harry grabbed it back. "No, I suppose not tonight. You did hurt me."

"Even prisoners need to be treated as humans" Arthur objected. Harry glared at the man.

"It's not like you can report this treatment Minister!" Out of the corner of his eye, the Prince watched as Snape poured the potion into the food. He seemed to be the only one to notice.

"But I suppose, because you are family, I can make exceptions" Harry pushed the food forward, and Lupin begrudgingly took it.

Bending closer, Harry spoke so that only the two of them could hear.

"Reconsider your loyalties. I'll hate to kill family. I'll hate to use force to get what I want. I may hate it, but I will use it."

"What do you want?"

"I want you. I want that family that you've promised. I want that very thing that was denied from me. Father, Godfather, Brother, Legal Guardian, whatever you consider yourself as to me. I want it." He paused. "I will get it, one way or another. I'll hate to use force. I'll hate to force you against your will. I'll hate to end up killing the one thing that keeps me from becoming insane."