January
Harry's month was the best one he had in a long time. The world was still shitty, but at least he finally had his revenge on Malfoy, ridding the world of that cursed bloodline, while also acquiring a new fatassed fuckdoll in the form of Pansy Parkinson at the same time. Somehow Hogwarts itself felt lighter when he returned from the hols.
All of Slytherin was surprised when, shortly after Romilda's death and Draco's disappearance, Pansy began acting as Daphne's servant. There was always a power-play between the two, but now it appeared that Pansy lost her main backing and was forced to submit to the blonde girl. Watching their perplexed faces was hilarious. Having Pansy cook him breakfast every day during the Christmas hols and clean Grimmauld Place by hand while nude was doubly so.
Not that she got much work done. Waking up in the morning and going down to the kitchen for breakfast, only to be greeted by the sight of her magnificent, round bum - jutting out of an apron that barely covered her naked body – meant that his bacon often burnt or went cold. He just couldn't resist grabbing her ass and taking her from behind with his morning wood, something that became their morning ritual.
He made her clean the house in a stripperiffic black-and-white maid outfit whose pieces he was taking off one by one with a Summoning charm, and that meant she only had limited time to clean before the enticing sight of her naked body got the better of him, and he went to claim it, filling her with his seed again and again. Secretly he wished to impregnate her someday.
The best part was that Pansy, unlike Daphne, actually seemed to enjoy every second of it. She grumbled and hissed about having to do house-elf work, but once he got his dick inside her, she didn't stop trying new positions and urging him to go harder until she came, surprising even him with her kinky preferences, though he was already aware of her slutty reputation. Overall, they fucked about three times a day for a period of two weeks, which made one of the better Christmas holidays he ever had.
Harry was currently holed in one of the castle's many disused classrooms, putting the finishing touches on his new batch of the Draught of Living Death, when he felt the charms he placed on the door alerting him to an approaching presence.
A moment later, two quick, gentle knocks sounded, and then another two. After a moment of deliberation, he flourished his wand and opened the door.
He smiled when Daphne came in, taking in her fresh appearance and enchanting perfume, and flicked his wand again to shut the door behind her.
"Came for another round? Did I leave you unsatisfied?" he asked with a playful grin.
"Not quite," Daphne approached while rolling her eyes and sat on his lap, like she knew he loved, holding out a piece of parchment. "Riddle contacted me with a mission."
After Daphne came to his side, she sent the Dark Lord a message that Ginny had never arrived to their meeting point and was likely caught trying to infiltrate the castle. He did not make any contact again until now, when Draco's mauled remains were found in the Forbidden Forest near the Acromantula colony.
Harry frowned slightly and swept his fingers gently through Daphne's long, straight hair. "What's his scheme this time?"
Daphne sighed. "He wants me to continue Draco's work on the Vanishing Cabinet to let Death Eaters into the castle."
"Mhm," Harry said, stirring his potion one last time and putting out the flame beneath. It was good he was done, since Daphne's arousing presence was not very conductive to precise brewing. "Well, I made some headway in fixing it already. Draco was truly useless. There was a nice historical relic right beside it. Anyway, I think we can get it running in a couple of weeks, and invite our friends for a visit."
Daphne raised a questioning eyebrow. "Do you really hate Dumbledore that much?"
Harry chuckled drily, resting his head on Daphne's shoulder. "No, no, he's at least semi-useful. Still, this would give us a unique opportunity to exact my revenge on some Death Eaters, and snatch the twin cabinet for our own use."
The blonde nodded slowly but appeared pensive, her own hand rubbing Harry's thigh idly. "If we do it, Riddle will likely realize that I turned coat."
"Not if he has someone else to blame," Harry let out a devious smile. "I saw Snape trying to weed out information from Draco about his mission several times. I imagine he'll bother you as well. Inform Tommy that Snape is prying into the matter. He already suspects him of working for Dumbledore, so he'll have someone else to put the blame on for the mission's failure. Someone who doesn't have a valid excuse to stay within the castle."
Daphne hummed. "Well, you definitely hate Snape that much. What about the twin cabinet?"
"The Death Eaters will use it from inside Borgin and Burkes. After we have them shackled in the Room of Requirement, I'll Polyjuice myself as an Auror, go to the shop through the cabinet, and confiscate the twin due to its involvement in a recent attack. I'll stash it at home so I'll have quicker access to London."
"And you'll add some more fuckdolls to your collection," Daphne deadpanned, leaning back on Harry's shoulder.
"Hardly," Harry said pleasantly. "The only other female Death Eater I'm aware of is Alecto Carrow, who's almost as ugly as Umbridge. How sad. We'll just use them for information, and maybe as target practice for some new curses I've been meaning to try."
"Sounds like a plan," Daphne said.
"Speaking of the toad, there's a letter I want you to write."
"Oh?" Daphne asked, summoning parchment, quill and ink from her bag.
"Indeed. It's vital that we get the bitch as well. She has something that I require. 'Dear Madame Umbridge,'" he began dictating slowly. "'I possess incriminating details on the illegal activities of Harry Potter, which I am only willing to entrust in your capable hands. The rest of the Ministry is currently on his side and will hide his crimes if I report to them directly. Meet me on Friday the 14th at two minutes to midnight behind the Shrieking Shack, in Hogsmeade. Come alone. Sincerely yours, an ally.'"
Daphne set to write the letter in her neat feminine script while Harry funneled his potion into numerous vials. He'll soon have a new set of hostages to keep sedated.
"Done," Daphne said, lifting her quill. "Shall I use a school owl to send it?"
"No, Confound some random student's owl."
"Alright," Daphne said and began to rise, but Harry pulled her back to his lap.
"Not so fast," Harry smiled mischievously. "Pleasure goes before business," he said, before he set to nuzzling on her delicate ear.
"Mhmmm," Daphne hummed in pleasure, shivering a little.
"You didn't really think you could tease me like that without going all the way, did you?" Harry said, wrapping his hands around her stomach while he began kissing her slim neck.
"I had a suspicion," Daphne said in a breathy voice. "Did I wake the basilisk?"
"You most certainly did," Harry said, his underwear threatening to tear from the force of his erection. He set to slowly undo the buttons of her robe while letting his mouth wonder lower and lower over her chest. "And he's very, very hungry."
"Oh, I can feel it," She mumbled, her eyes closed while Harry set to suck on her breasts ravenously. They were smooth, round, soft, and just the right size to stay perky while still filling his hands.
"AH!" Daphne yelped as Harry bit into her little pale pink nipple.
"Sorry, love… you're just so tasty…"
She sighed. "Luckily for you, it's all you can eat hour down here."
Harry threw away her robe and bra, leaving only tight black panties with a little white bow to cover her privates. "Mobilicorpus," he said, and Daphne was lifted into the air until her groin was right in front of his face. He laid his wand on the desk, took hold of the blonde's waist with both his hands, and set to strip her of her panties with his teeth, until it fell to the floor, and her smooth sex was revealed in the soft afternoon light streaming from the window.
"So very hungry…" Harry mumbled as he set to kiss and lick her folds while she floated in level with his mouth. Her pussy lips were so sweet that he suspected she daubed them with her strawberry lipstick. After bathing the area with his tongue for a while, enjoying Daphne's soft moans, he used his fingers to gently pry her folds open, feeling how slick and soft they were, before stripping himself with a spell and lowering the blonde slowly into his lap.
As she came down, Daphne wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and leaned in to kiss him. Her mouth was the sweetest, most delicious thing that he had ever tasted. Harry was in heaven. He had a crush over the girl since he was fourteen, but she was so distant and haughty that he never thought he'd get to actually be with her, despite his success with other girls. He had no doubt that he'd chosen the right path, now. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one else could make him feel so good. While they kissed, he let his hands travel every inch of her lush and smooth skin, her soft chest, curvy waist and tight back.
"You're so perfect, Daphne…" he said, disengaging from her mouth for a bit of air.
"Mhmmm… I know you love worshipping me… aren't you just the luckiest boy in the world…"
Then he couldn't hold it anymore. She was wet and slack and ready for him. He lifted her slightly, rubbed his raging erection against her pussy lips, before gently inserting it and letting it enter her depths, slowly feeling every inch of her supple inner walls. She began grinding against his lap, her pussy massaging his dick, and he pulled her even closer to him until their chests were pushed against each other.
When she started slowly rising and falling on his dick in fluid movements, he could only thank Tom for sending this goddess after him.
As it happened, Umbridge did not show up alone. Behind her, under a Disillusionment charm, was a burly figure in Auror robes. Fortunately, Harry had considered the possibility and crept into the area covered by his invisibility cloak, and his glasses were enchanted to let him see invisible figures and objects – something he had begun utilizing ever since Ginny's kidnapping attempt.
Two precise Stunners took out both figures, which Harry dragged through a tunnel to the Chamber of Secrets. A big grin blossomed on his face once he found Slytherin's Locket around Umbridge's neck, and he immediately destroyed it with a Basilisk fang. A Legilimens on the unconscious Umbridge showed that the Auror was Albert Runcorn, one of her allies in the Ministry due to his support of the purist cause. Harry could only smile in amusement at the irony of Umbridge providing him with an Auror to impersonate, as well as a source of useful information, by trying to double-cross him.
He stashed them both under the influence of the Draught of Living Death, inside the mouth of Salazar Slytherin's statue, ready to begin preparations for his other plan.
A day later, the seven idiots that Voldemort sent to Hogwarts were immediately put in chains and blindfolded by the Room of Requirement, which assumed the features of the Black dungeon for the evening. Once they were secured, he took a look at the Marauder's Map to make sure Pansy was in the Gryffindor common room, Polyjuiced as himself, and told Daphne to stay in the room and keep an eye out on the cabinet, before he took a vial of Polyjuice and dumped some of Auror Runcorn's hair inside.
His height rose and his skinny body almost doubled its bulk after he drank the potion. The eyeglasses made his sight blurry, which was a shame, as he had quite a few useful enchantments on them. He donned the large Auror robes, stashing his knife, emergency portkey and spare wand in its inner pockets, and finally schooled his features into those of a confident, if grouchy Auror.
When he shut the door of the Vanishing Cabinet, he was left in absolute darkness, and, unlike travel by apparition or portkey, felt the space shift around him, which gave him slight nausea. Once the feeling stabilized, he figured the journey ended, and pushed open the door with the casual force befitting a power-drunk officer.
The sight that greeted him wasn't what he expected. In his mind, he had the twin Vanishing Cabinet in the display room of Borgin and Burkes, as he had seen it, but he stepped into a room that was completely devoid of light.
Lumos, he thought, and his wand lit the room. It certainly was Borgin and Burkes, but not the main area. Judging by the slipshod piles of various artifacts, he was in the back room, where the truly illegal merchandise was kept.
"Runcorn?! What are you doing here?"
A short, slim Death Eater moved at the edge of his vision, her voice feminine and surprisingly normal.
Stupefy! Harry thought, stabbing his wand forward. The Death Eater was caught by surprise, and had to dodge to the floor in order to avoid the spell. Instead, his stunner struck a jumble of what looked like Aztec idols, which fell down like an avalanche.
From the floor, the Death Eater sent a sickly yellow curse that made the air crackle, but it was wildly off-target, and Harry responded with a powerful Reducto.
"Protego!" The Death Eater called. Her Shield managed to absorb most of the power from his curse, but some force still pushed through, cracking her mask and making her stumble backwards.
"Hey, I know you!" Harry said in surprise as the pieces of her mask slipped off and he was met with a familiar face that he hadn't seen since his third year. "You were that prefect from Slytherin! The one that tripped Angelina before the game!"
He had to conjure his own shield to absorb the litany of curses that the young woman flung his way. The girl had a pale, lean, somewhat pretty face, with shiny dark hair held in a tight ponytail.
"Gemma Farley, isn't it? Sectumsempra!"
The woman dived for cover behind a huge stuffed manticore, but the curse cut the side of her robes, giving him a view of her pale, smooth legs. She mumbled an incantation and the dead beast flared to life, pouncing at him.
"Confringo!" he called, blowing the animated creature to bits and showering the room with straw. "Why do all the hot ones choose to serve that bald twat?" he lamented aloud.
"We're just built for greatness," Gemma said with a gleam in her eye, setting the straw on fire.
Harry waved his wand in a circle. A strong whirlwind started to form and blew the burning straw towards the Death Eater, who countered with a Flame-Freezing charm.
"Well, that's too bad, because after tonight you'll be serving me," Harry sent her a vicious smile.
"And who the fuck are you?" the girl spat. "You're not Runcorn!"
"I'm your worst nightmare, Dick Eater," Harry said, silently summoning a bottle filled with purple powder from behind the girl.
The bottle smashed to pieces as it impacted the back of her head, and the room filled with purple haze while she tumbled to the ground. It was an enchanting sight, with the way the cold, flickering flames on the floor lit the room. Harry quickly cast a Bubble-Head charm, and called "Dollifier!"
He felt the Marionette curse impacting Gemma and affording him control of her body. As his Vanishing charm cleared the air, he saw her prone form lying on the ground, with blood trickling from her skull. She was coughing softly, her eyes open to just a slit, and her cheeks were smeared with the purple powder.
"Told you you'd be mine," Harry said.
The young woman coughed hard. "It doesn't matter—" cough "–The fucking poison entered my system already. I can feel my heart rate going up. I'll be dead in less than an hour," she said, her voice morose yet oddly flat.
Harry thought he recognized the poison that caused cardiac arrest. It was illegal for a reason; there was no known antidote. He cast another Vanishing charm to remove any trace of it from the area, but knew that the active part inside her system could not be vanished.
"How does it feel to waste your life for an idiot who doesn't give a fuck about your safety in any way?" he asked, crouching on the floor beside her. It was a shame that the young woman had to die; she was good looking and not a bad fighter. At the very least she would have made a valuable slave.
Gemma coughed. "Feels like shit."
"I swear you Slytherins have more ambition than sense," Harry sighed. "What were you doing here, anyway?"
"Stayed behind to keep an eye on the cabinet," she said in between heavy breaths.
"Well, you died in vain. I knew about the plot. All your dumb friends are in chains."
"Oh, joy…"
"Is Runcorn a Death Eater?"
"A collaborator," Gemma said tonelessly, her dark bloodshot eyes flickering to his face. "Who are you really?"
Harry laughed. "Me? I'm the little boy that your idiot of a master can never kill. Maybe you should have chosen my side, Gemma."
She let out an attempt at a dry little laugh. "From what I've heard, the girls on your side don't fare any better."
Harry frowned. "True. That's why I switched to fucking evil bitches like you."
The young woman twitched. "You wish, asshole."
"Come on, Gemma," Harry said, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Don't you want to feel like a woman, one last time before you die?"
She coughed. "Fuck you, Potter."
"That's what they always say, and they always do," he sneered. With two spells, he ripped her robe to shreds. Underneath, all that covered her lean, compact body were plain black panties and bra, which contrasted nicely with her pale skin.
Harry felt his manhood stirring at the sight with a familiar excitement. He turned his eyes towards the door she came through, closed it, and cast several charms to deal with intruders.
The girl's eyes were unfocused as he bent over her, and his fingers prodded her flexible body. There would be no kissing or licking today; he didn't have much time, and definitely didn't wish to ingest any traces of the Purple Heart poison. Still, he couldn't let the opportunity to fuck another sexy Death Eater go to waste. It's not like there were so many of them, after all.
She didn't resist while he tore away her bra, revealing modest but cute breasts, and only looked somewhat conflicted while he slid her panties over her legs. Her pubic hair was dark and trimmed neatly, and her petite bum was tight yet soft. Harry prodded her soft pussy lips with his finger and pushed in a little, before pulling them out and bringing them into his mouth.
"Mmmmm," Harry smiled. "You're delicious, Gemma. Would you like to taste me in return?"
"You're fucked up," she said, before going into a coughing fit.
"Come on, Gemma, don't be a sore loser. It's like Quidditch. To the winner go the spoils," he said, prying her legs open.
"Just shut up and do it," Gemma snapped weakly.
"With pleasure," he said, lying over her and stroking her cheek, before smoothing her hair back. She merely gave him a look of despair. "With a pretty girl like you, it would be such a waste not to."
Banishing his clothes off, Harry grabbed his – or rather, Runcorn's – thick, erect cock, and began massaging Gemma's soft, supple opening with it. Maybe it was the sense of danger, or the state of the girl, but he got more excited with her than he did with any of the other Death Eaters that he raped.
Finally, he couldn't wait any more, and pushed into her lean and welcoming opening. She felt tight and fit, though it was obvious she wasn't a virgin. He began pushing in slowly, watching for the girl's response.
"Ahh…" she moaned, closing her eyes. "Right there…"
"Here?" Harry said, poking her once more in that particular spot.
"Keep going," she said, throwing her long, lean hands back. Merlin, Harry actually found himself sad that the girl had to die… if only because he wouldn't get to have her again. She wasn't a goddess like Daphne, but still quite delectable.
He wrapped his hands around her back and shoulder and began hammering faster, savoring every moan and gasp that she let out. Her breathing was growing more rapid with each of his strokes, and he could practically feel her heartbeat going faster, with his dick inside her tight body.
"I don't think I'm going to make it much longer…" she mumbled, her dry lips parted. Her hands suddenly rose and grabbed his shoulder, while her eyes opened and met his with sudden clarity. "Do it, Potter. Give me a sweet death."
"You'll come back as a ghost begging for more," Harry whispered to her intimately, rubbing her nipples and chest. He could feel her pussy clutching around his dick and coating it with warm juices. He pushed harder and deeper into her, his body and mind shivering pleasantly from the intensity of their union.
"Fill me in…" Gemma whispered, fixing her large dark eyes to his, and wrapped her legs around his back, pushing him closer to her. He increased his pace in exhilaration, his movements losing their smoothness and instead turning frenzy, rocking her body.
"Ohhhhhhh… that's it, that's it… give it to me, Potter, give it to me…" she mumbled, closing her eyes and arching her neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, and in one smooth motion, stood up.
Gemma gasped, her legs wrapping tightly around his backside, and threw her hands up to grab hold of him behind his neck, clutching herself to his body while he lifted her on his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes…" she moaned delicately, which made Harry absolutely euphoric.
"You're so beautiful…" he said. "It's too bad you picked the wrong side... but you can redeem yourself in death…"
He held her in a tight embrace and pummeled his cock into her tender, narrow pussy as deep as he could, hitting her pleasure spot again and again. With her chest smashed against his, he could feel her heart pace growing dangerously fast. He held her even closer, her head pushing into the side of his neck.
"This is it… this is it…" she mumbled softly. "Yes, yes, make me cum, ONE LAST TIME!"
His thrusts increased to maximum speed, the excitement in his balls building rapidly, until suddenly, he felt time grind to a halt. Pleasure coursed through every nerve in his body, which emptied of all pain and anger with the release of his cum inside Gemma's tender pussy.
It was a feeling he wanted never to end. He couldn't recall ever having such an emotionally intense sex. He tried to prolong it, savoring her touch and her warmth, her scent and her weight in his hands, but slowly, the wave of dopamine that washed over his brain subsided, and he was left clutching to his chest the still corpse of the woman who died cumming on his cock.
He laid her down gently on the floor and closed her big, despairing eyes, which had traces of the purple powder still coating their lids, feeling deep melancholy. He knew that he will never get to experience anything so beautiful ever again.
"So long, Gemma," he said quietly, before he turned the Vanishing Cabinet into a portkey, set the shop on fire, and left.
The following day was quite frustrating. Harry could barely focus on his professors for a more than a minute, his mind constantly shifting back to the scene at Borgin and Burkes, or conjuring ideas on what to do with his new hostages. He didn't talk to anyone and ate quickly, filled with anticipation.
By 9 o'clock, everything was finally ready.
Seven Death Eaters were kneeling on the floor of the Room of Requirement, arranged in a semi-circle, their hands bound behind their backs, and their faces covered by raw canvas sacks. They were completely nude except for their underwear which Harry kept on to avoid any truly unpleasant sights. The one on the left edge, Fenrir Greyback, also had a silver muzzle, and a spiked collar which kept him chained to the floor.
With a flourish of his wand, the sacks covering their heads were banished to the edges of the room. He looked down on their dumb faces with scorn and kept silent as they watched him back with apprehension. As the seconds went on the unease became plain to see on their faces.
"What the fuck you want then, cunt?" asked Fenrir Greyback.
Harry stepped forward and kicked the werewolf in the face, sending him to the floor on his back, his jaw avoiding being broken only due to the steel muzzle covering his face. He stepped a foot on Greyback's chest, took a vial out of his robes, and forced its contents down the werewolf's throat.
"I wish to show you the error of your ways," Harry said, standing before the kneeling captives. "You've all put your trust in Voldemort," he spat, "Stupidly taking his word when he bragged about how powerful he was. You thought you were untouchable. After all, worst case scenario, you'd just be sent off to Azkaban, right?" Harry laughed. "Unfortunately for you, Voldemort is much dumber than he led you to believe, and I am much less lenient than the public thinks."
A thick curtain behind him parted open and out came Dolores Umbridge, crawling on all fours, while Daphne, looking dazzling in an all-white Emma Frost costume, whipped her forward into the center of the semi-circle.
"Greengrass, you traitorous whore!" Alecto Carrow hissed. "You've sold us out!"
Daphne sneered down at the ugly woman, and struck her in the face with a precision fling of her whip.
"Daphne, being much wiser than you sniveling worms, has made the right choice," Harry said, wrapping his left hand around his assistant's bare, slim waist. "When she saw how I treat my enemies, she figured that she better get on my good side. You'll understand soon enough – it's time for you to see how my enemies meet their end."
Harry kicked Dolores Umbridge in the stomach, making her yelp and fold in two.
"Tell me, Dolores, are you proud of your new legislation to put all werewolves behind bars?" he asked.
The fat woman was breathing heavily, clutching her stomach. "Yes, I am," she ground out, "And the sooner that beastly friend of yours is caught, the better!"
Harry merely smiled at her response. "You're going to regret those words very soon, Dolores."
"You're not going to kill me, boy! Don't bluff!" she yelled, her sweating face scrunched in anger.
"Kill you? Who said anything about that?" Harry's smile grew predatory. "No, I think it would be much more… entertaining… to simply let you walk in the shoes of one of those creatures you hate so much."
Umbridge had a perturbed expression on her face, trying to process his words. Daphne sighed. "He's going to turn you into a werewolf, you fat bitch."
The former High Inquisitor's eyes bulged open and she began thrumming with panic. "No… you can't…"
Harry laughed loudly at seeing his past tormentor in such a state. "Oh, Dolores, didn't we establish already that I do not tell lies?" he said. With two flicks of his wand, Fenrir Greyback's muzzle vanished, as did his bindings.
"Fenrir here has just ingested a vial of highly potent lust potion, one that contained a hair from your head," he said, looking Dolores deep in her fearful eyes and savoring her terror. "Don't worry, you won't actually remember any of this, so you won't be forced to relive it when you spend the rest of your worthless life in Azkaban due to the law that you pushed."
Harry linked his arm with Daphne's and together they walked back to a loveseat that afforded them first-row tickets to watching Umbridge's pussy get ravaged by the dirty, frantic Greyback, who made plenty use of his jaws to really make her scream.
The Death Eaters were much more amiable following that spectacle, but Harry and Daphne still had plenty of opportunities to practice various curses when their captives would hesitate to volunteer information. Lucius Malfoy spilled some particularly interesting secrets about Voldemort's plot to cripple Dumbledore's influence, after Harry used the man as a target for mastering the Flaying curse.
Daphne impressed him with her innovative usage of the Ice Conjuring charm to give their captives frostbites in delicate areas when they refused to cooperate, though she eventually found more success with the Skin Melting curse.
It was a harsh blow to Voldemort who had lost a large chunk of his inner circle, including Lucius Malfoy with his connections, Corban Yaxley with his position in the DMLE, and Fenrir Greyback, the terror inducing mad dog on Voldemort's leash.
The best part was that Daphne got so excited from torturing the captives, that she practically dragged Harry by his tie to her bed and rode him until she was fully satisfied, giving him one of the greatest nights of his life. He was feeling on top of the world as he fell asleep with her sweaty, naked body in his arms. But the night had another surprise waiting for him.
As he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, he began seeing through a different pair of eyes, ones tinged red.
His most hated teacher was kneeling on the floor in front of him, in a darkened room.
"Did you really think I would not find out, Severus?" a furious hiss left his thin lips.
"My lord, I-I don't know what you mean—"
"You were prying information on the attack from the Greengrass girl, when I purposely kept you out of it. It is your fault that seven of my Death Eaters have been captured."
Panic crept into Snape's voice with every word. "No, my lord, I assure you! I knew not of—"
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort yelled, fulfilling the fantasy Harry had since his fourth year. Harry watched with satisfaction as the Potions Master wriggled on the floor like a burning cockroach, screaming his lungs out.
Then, while the Unforgivable occupied all of Snape's attention, the Dark Lord added a Bedazzling hex into the mix. If Snape's mind wasn't in pieces before, it certainly was now, and Voldemort dove right in to his memories.
Harry watched carefully as information that was kept secret from him for so long was revealed; Snape, the spy who heard the first part of the Prophecy. Snape, the spy who reported it to Voldemort. Snape, who came bawling to Dumbledore about his precious Lily, showing no care for the baby he had just condemned to death.
He would have liked to continue watching, but the Dark Lord had supposedly seen enough.
"So this is it, Severus… this is the reason you have elected to betray me… all for the sake of a mudblood who didn't even like you… how pathetic…" Voldemort sneered. Snape stared up at him from the floor in shock. "But Lord Voldemort has mercy on the pitiful, Severus, fear not… soon, you will be reunited with your lost love…"
The Potions Master made a last desperate attempt to draw his wand, but Voldemort burned it to ashes with dark fire. He cackled gleefully at the despair and regret reflected from Snape's eyes, before hissing one last curse.
"Arescet Velociter."
Even though Harry had grown quite accustomed to horrifying curses and the sight of torture, the effect of Voldemort's spell left him in awe. In the matter of seconds, the skin on the Potions Master's face thinned out and crumbled into deep wrinkles like an old piece of parchment, his face sinking into itself. Liver spots began dotting his forehead, as his hair dulled and turned to grey, eventually falling to the floor beside him like leaves in autumn. His eyes retracted to a narrow slit between his frail, puffy eyelids, and a thin white film misted over them, before they closed forever.
In death, the man who never grew up looked older than Dumbledore, ghastlier than a mummy.
Harry awoke with a smile on his face.
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