Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Harbinger

Notes: ONE MORE TIME IT GETS A LITTLE DARK FROM HERE ON SO BE WARNED IF BLOOD, RAPE OR TORTURE ARE NOT YOUR THING GO AWAY! IF ANYONE REVIEWS AND COMPLAINS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER I WILL PERSONALLY PM YOU TO TELL YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF! Anywho - THANKS TO ALL WHO FAV'D, FOLLOWED AND REVIEWED! I really can't tell you how much your support means to me! Enjoy Lovelies!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.

Previously:

A hum was Harry's positive response to the blonde's question, smiling a small smile the blonde rolled out of bed and swept his lover off the bed. A breathy laugh was heard as Harry snuggled into Draco's warm body. The broader male made his way across the room, his most precious person in his arms.

This night was one of the best of Draco's life while he had not been able to attend the raid he was pleased it went so smoothly and successfully. But he was most thankful for his Lord's, his father's and his lover's safe return. The blonde never wanted to imagine his life without the three men he just thought of not to forget Severus either.

Soft content smile on his face the blonde male stepped into the large bathroom; everything was perfect in this moment and Draco didn't want to think too much right now. Kissing his lover's forehead once again he placed Harry on the ground, making sure his little love had his balance before they prepared themselves for bed.

~~~~~~*********Chapter 22*********~~~~~~

Harry was awoken from his restful sleep by an annoying tapping noise, sighing heavily he untangled himself from Draco's strong arms and moved to open the window. His sleep hazed emerald eyes widened when he saw the Gringotts seal on the parchment.

It seemed it was time to begin the process of recouping his lost funds from the Weaselys and Dumbledore; well the Weaselys probably would not be able to pay him back but blackmail was always possible.

After all he did have Arthur Weasely in the dungeons and he had no qualms about using the looming debt over his head to force him to give his oath to the Dark Lord. It was a wonder how things seemed to work out sometimes.

Smiling he retrieved the missive from the owl's leg and sent the bird on its way to the owlery for food and drink, turning he perched in the chair next to the warm fire and read the enclosed letter.

It was as he assumed it would be. Gringotts would be sending the letters informing the offending parties of Harry's intention of seeking compensation for their theft. A trial would be warranted if any of the parties refused to repay him but Harry could halt the proceedings against any of the named offenders if he chose to.

Feeling quite good about the circumstances he walked back over to the bed and slipped back under the warm covers, immediately Draco's arms rewrapped around him. A nuzzle to his forehead brought his head upward to look into Draco's sleepy grey eyes.

"Morning love. Why are you up this early?" A smile filled with victory slipped onto Harry's angelic face; "Gringotts wrote to me. They'll start the process today so hopefully it will only be a matter of time until the wizarding world knows what Dumbledore and the Weaselys did.

It will be glorious when the news hits, another blow to Dumbledore and his Light image. Hmm the old bastard had it coming so it is what it is at this point." Draco nodded, his smile mirroring Harry's; both of them wanted this behind them.

When Dumbledore was gone and the war was won they could be free to be open about their relationship. Harry could go out in public with Draco and no one would look twice, they would have a place amongst the elite of the wizarding world, the world in their hand.

It was all thanks to one man; the Dark Lord. Harry would be eternally grateful to the crimson eyed man for what he had done for him. Taking him in, caring for him, training him and involving him in their plans; it was more than Harry ever expected it would be.

The Dark Lord even brought him to Draco and by extension Lucius and Severus; between his father figure and the other men he had a family. The rest of the Inner Circle were also becoming like his very insane extended family. It may not be normal but then again what was in his life? Nothing that was what.

Snuggling into Draco's side he decided to enjoy the quiet and content vibe flowing through the room. The green eyed male knew he would have to rise soon to continue his training with Severus; potions would never be his forte but he was progressing well.

He would probably be better but his potion lessons could only be held during Hogwarts breaks and whenever Severus could sneak away and spare a few hours for him. Harry did not mind, in fact he was happy that the dour potions master would even spare him a minute let alone tutoring him for hours on end.

It was a wonder that Severus had not strangled him or fed him poison at this point. A grin broke out on his face, as a matter of record he was progressing fast in all his subjects.

All his tutors were pleased with him and by extension the Dark Lord; in the beginning the crimson eyed man was there constantly teaching him or supervising but as he got more experience and knowledge Voldemort backed up and let him be.

However, the one subject the Dark Lord would not relinquish to another was Harry's training in the Dark Arts. There was too much of a chance for harm if the spells were cast wrong or too often by a core that was not ready to handle. Harry, and his Lord, did not want his core crippled or damaged beyond repair because a dark spell was taught incorrectly or performed before the raven was ready to cast it.

Tempy popped into the room, bringing Harry's focus onto his favorite elfin servant; "Morning Tempy." The little elf beamed at him, Harry was Tempy's favorite; "Good Morning Master's Harry and Malfoy. Master Harry it be time for you to get ready for your meeting with the Dark Lord."

Harry nodded, sending a dismissive wave toward Tempy; the little elf took the hint and popped out before popping back in to leave a loaded breakfast platter for Harry and Draco to eat. "Will you be coming to the meeting Draco?"

A grumpy huff was Draco's answer; "I'll take that as a Yes, Harry; I'd love to come with you." Chuckling when Draco gave him a rude one handed gesture Harry got off the bed and made his way to clean up in the bathroom, cleaning and freshening charms were all well and good but nothing cleaned you like a hot shower.

Twenty minutes later Harry emerged from the bathroom cleaned and dressed; his now mid back length hair was tried courtesy of a nifty little charm he learned from Draco. His blonde lover was eating and sipping a hot cup of coffee to wake himself up, seeing his raven haired lover Draco rose and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek.

"I'll go get cleaned up, eat something before we go." Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's lips before he sat himself down and began to munch happily on a fluffy croissant with butter, a bit of fruit followed along with a large cup of coffee.

By the time he was full Draco emerged looking as divine as always; "Ready Draco?" A nod was his answer and his blonde lover slipped his arm in Harry's, guiding them out the door.

They walked the familiar path to Voldemort's office, both teens knew the Dark Lord would be up and waiting for them. They had much to speak about especially since Harry received the letter from Gringotts; it seemed Gobblegob was on the war path and wanted revenge and blood for Dumbledore using Gringotts for his treachery.

Harry did not envy Dumbledore for having to deal with an irate goblin but again the old bastard brought it on himself. A knock and a murmured "Enter" had them walking into the Dark Lord's office; Lucius and Severus were already there having coffee and breakfast.

As Draco and Harry sat on the sofa the emerald eyed man was struck by a wave of warmth flooding him; this was what a family was like. They were all together and having something as simple as breakfast together, the fact they would be discussing torture and the takeover of the wizarding world was irrelevant to him.

All that mattered was they were together and they cared for each other; one day Lucius and Severus would be his fathers-in-law while maybe the Dark Lord would be his father for real, it was a lot to ask for but Harry truly looked at the snake like man as his father.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts Harry broke the content silence; "I received a letter from Gringotts; Gobblegob is starting the proceedings today. Should we leak this to the papers? It seems like the right time to destroy Dumbledore for good.

The Order is in shambles and once he is accused of a crime of this magnitude he will lose the last of his support in the Wizengamot and at Hogwarts. Not to mention the old coot lost a lot of his considerable support when the news hit about my defection in Rita's article in the Prophet; the same article that mentioned his foul treatment of me and the fact in passing that Dumbledore was helping himself to my vaults."

The elder males considered Harry's words while Draco and the raven sat quietly, holding hands. Voldemort spoke, ending the silence in the room; "I think it would be a good time. Write to your goblin manager and let them place the leak, it will look less suspicious if it comes from them."

Lucius chimed in with an indeed, prompting Harry to make a mental note to contact Gobblegob and Severus nodded curtly but spoke asking something Harry did not have the answer to; "Harry last night Lucius mentioned binding the children and non-combative adults; what I want to know is where are they now?"

The raven haired teen leaned back and called for Kreacher, the ancient elf popped right in front of Harry in a low bow; "Master Harry calls for Kreacher. What can Kreacher do for Master?"

"Kreacher what did you do with the stunned children and adults when we left last night?" Kreacher rose, stood proudly and answered Harry's questions; "Kreacher be modifying their memories so theys not remember what happened to them. Once I did that I moved them to a back street in Diagon Alley."

"Very good Kreacher. You may go and remember to keep Number Twelve in good condition." Kreacher bowed to Harry and disappeared from the room. Turning to the assembled men Harry smirked; "Well it is nice to have such competent servants, isn't it?" The Dark Lord chuckled and answered with an "Indeed."

The Dark Lord looked at his charge and spoke again; "Now would you like to see Miss. Weasely before Bellatrix visits her. Bella is quite excited to get started on breaking her as I have been told her brother is a mess after seeing what was done to her."

This brought a sadistic smirk onto not only Harry's but Draco's face; the little bitch deserved everything she got as did Ronald for his deception. All of them would be punished for their subterfuge in one way or another; "Well then who am I to deny Bella's fun. If you will excuse me I have a Weaslette to see."

Draco grasped his hand harder as he went to stand, halting him, casting his eyes to the blonde's Harry waited for his lover to speak; "Send someone to get me when you start on the Weasel I have some spells I'd like to try out."

Harry smiled and placed a kiss to his lover's forehead before he made his way out of the room. Finding the dungeons was not difficult for him and with five minutes he was standing in front of a heavy dark wood door; unlike before he could not see into the cells but he could smell the faint scent of blood, sweat, sex and fear that seeped through the thick wood.

The combined scents made Harry's blood boil and surge in his veins; this was what they deserved and it gave him such satisfaction to know he had a part in it. No guilt was present in his conscience for the raven knew he was justified in his actions.

Slipping through the wards and whispering the override password in Parseltongue Harry pushed the door open and looked around the dank room, his eyes stopping on Ginevra's broken body.

She was bound nude to a table on her knees, her face pressed against the table as her arms were bound behind her back; it looked quite painful but Harry could care less. The green eyed male walked toward her, taking in the sight of numerous bruises and lacerations on her pale freckled skin.

Most of the bruises and cuts were hand shaped and concentrated on her face, neck, breasts and hips. Not to mention the dried blood and semen that was leaking form both of her abused entrances, well she always was whore; at least now she was useful in some way to their cause if it was only as a quick fuck for pleasure.

He made his way to the head of the table and noticed the drying cum dirtying her dirty face. His eyes met hers and he smirked viciously at her, enjoying the broken look that flitted across her face and eyes. Yes, little whore look upon me and see what you have created.

"Hello Ginevra! Fancy seeing you here; have you been enjoying yourself? Tell me how many Death Eaters did you service last night? Tell me did you enjoy it while they took you? I think you did; would you like me to call them back?"

She tried to talk but to no avail, apparently someone finally silenced the bint; "Oh I apologize let me help you." With a flick of his wrist her invisible gag was released, allowing her cracked and rough voice to grate on Harry's nerves once again; "Harry how could you? I love you!

This is how you treat me! Please save me Harry. I'm sorry, please please please..." By this time the red headed slut was sobbing loudly, murmuring her apologies to Harry deaf ears, too little too late for the little bitch. The raven would not save her from her fate.

"Now now Ginevra would you like me to call one of your lovers back? Hmm maybe Rookwood or Rabastan or have I forgotten anyone, I always knew you liked to fuck but I never knew you were so insatiable. You truly are a whore!"

She continued to sob, trying to shrink away from Harry's lilting voice filled with barbed comments and insults. Finally the twat found her annoying voice; "Please don't call them back, PLEASE IT HURTS PLEASE HELP ME!"

Harry chuckled but stopped when he heard rustling and grunts coming from a dark corner of the cell, it appeared Ginevra's screams had awoken Ronald from his slumber. Cocking his head to the side the raven took in his former friend's appearance.

The Weasel was lying on his side, frozen in place, and looked terrible, his eyes blood shot while his skin and clothes were filthy; no doubt the red headed male had been tortured a bit while the others had their fun with his precious sister. Well as long as his former best friend was able to scream and respond to pain Harry would not begrudge his fellows their fun.

Turning around he called for Goyle who was stationed at the top of the dungeon stairs; "Goyle could you come down and put Ronald in another cell for me." Harry heard the large male making his way toward their cell. While he waited he looked long and hard at Ronald.

It seemed someone had silenced him probably when they bound him; Harry thanked Merlin for them as he had no desire to hear the red headed idiot's ravings. He would have time to hear his former friend's voice later when he and Draco paid him a visit.

Goyle was now picking up the slim Weasely as if he were nothing and carrying him out of the room, before he got too far away Harry spoke, his voice cold and taunting for Ronald to hear as well as Ginevra; "Say goodbye little Weasels for the next time you see each other you'll be dead."

Ginny sobbed louder while Harry heard Goyle grunt a bit, it seemed Ronald was trying break the invisible binds on him. He would fail but it amused Harry to watch and hear his former friend suffer. It really was a good day for him, stepping back to the whore's head Harry spoke; "You did this to yourself Ginevra Weasely.

I was your friend and you betrayed me and for what? FOR WHAT?! I would never love you and you just could not accept it! Was it worth it GINNY? WAS IT? ANSWER ME YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!"

The sobs came louder and harder but no answer came was forthcoming from Ginevra, who seemed to not be able to speak. Maybe it finally hit her that she was not going to survive this, that she had truly fucked up when she tried to screw Harry over and decided to work with Dumbledore.

He did not care, he was disgusted by the weeping harlot in front of him, he had considered her family but that feeling was long dead. Now all he felt was hatred and disdain; "Well if you have nothing to say I know someone who has been dying to see you Ginny dear."

Rabastan and Bella walled into the room both wearing twin grins of madness, Rabastan's eyes were alight with sedition as were Bella's but the only difference was that the Lestrange male's orbs were flickered with lust. Ah it seemed Rabastan wanted another go at the little whore before Bella put her out of her misery.

Well who was Harry to stand in their way, stepping out of the room he waved his hand and smirked when the door slammed shut, sealing Ginevra's fate. Harry did not look back once; he felt no remorse for what he just did and probably never would.

Rape was not something he condoned but for certain people it fit; Ginny spread her legs indiscriminately at Hogwarts so it wasn't like she was some innocent virginal girl. Plus, Harry wanted her humiliated and abused as he had been; he wanted her to feel helpless as someone else took what they wanted from her and then left her to bleed and suffer.

True, Harry's relatives had never sexually abused him but that may not have always held true. He wasn't blind he saw they was Vernon and his whale of a son we staring at him. At least that was one thing Harry was spared from, he would never know what it was to be physically raped by someone.

Oh he knew what it felt like to raped emotionally and mentally; it had been going on his whole life. First by his muggle relations and then when he arrived in the wizarding world but those times were over; now his mind was his own as was his body and he allowed who and what he wanted into them.

Now to go and see his Lord about questioning Arthur, Bill and Kingsley; this should be interesting indeed. Harry knew his father figure was intrigued by Bill and that in itself was something; Voldemort was interested in knowledge but he almost never was interested in people.

Only time would tell why his Lord was interested in Bill but Harry knew one way or the other things were going to change for the wizarding world after today. The changes would be for the betterment of their world; not for the Greater Good of a few but for the improvement of the many.

Harry was proud to belong to the Dark and would always do everything he could to make sure they reached their goals. Walking quickly toward Voldemort's office he began to formulate questions for the three captives they would be questioning in a few hours.

The raven had many things he wanted to know and these men could tell him and after he had his questions answered he and Draco could have bit of fun with Ronald Weasely.

Well Ginny's gone and only four more remain! Dumbledore is falling and the Dark is on the cusp of victory; YAY we are almost at the end! Next chapter lots will happen and we will broach the issue of Pettigrew. Till next time lovelies!

All Mistakes Are My Own!