Chapter 17
Rescuing Their Princess
A/N: Extreme Violence and gore within. Character Death, and the after effects of torture, attempted non-con, etc. Theo finally meets the Dark Lord.
Hermione woke up with a start because someone was sniffing her hair, their fingers pulling her scalp brutally. Whoever it was smelled rank and Hermione held her breath as she tried not to retch on herself. She didn't have enough freedom of movement to puke over the side of the chair as she was tied so tightly in place. She knew because she had already vomited on herself more than once when the pain had become too much for her. She'd been reduced to dry heaving, but her stomach bile seemed endless. The burn was one more pain that she could do without.
All of her clothes had been cut off of her by this point except her bra and knickers and she shivered with fear wondering what they'd do if they discovered her nipple rings. Bellatrix was a fucking psycho. And Tom Riddle wasn't any better. She just wanted to get away from them. She needed Theo to rescue her, but she was starting to lose hope. She hadn't had much to begin with, Harry had told her what happened to girls in situations like hers.
If she was being pragmatic, she ought to just hope for a quick death.
"Greyback, leave her alone." Riddle ordered from the darkness beyond the spotlight in her face. It left her blind when she tried to look beyond it into the darkened room. "I need her mostly intact for when her owner shows up."
"But I get her after you are done?" Whoever's nails were scraping her scalp stepped back. "You promised…"
They continued talking, but Hermione was lost to her own thoughts, something she did intentionally to try to retain her sanity. Listening to their every word had already pushed her to hysterics more than once.
When her owner shows up. . .
Those words shouldn't have filled her with such hope, but they did. They were expecting Theo to show up. That tiny sliver of hope was quickly followed by dread. What if Theo was not at an advantage? What if they were using her as bait in a trap?
What if he was tortured like her? What if Draco was with him and met the same fate? What if they all died here in this dirty room without being able to hold each other again?
Her body smelled of blood and sweat and her own piss. They hadn't untied her to go to the bathroom, just one more way to humiliate and demean her. She had no idea how long she had been there, they kept the room so dark. The psychotic woman had dumped a bucket of cold water over her head a couple of times and that had been the only access to drinking water. Hermione shuddered to consider whether that water had been actually clean.
She had also gone all this time without any food, their tactic for torture also including starvation. She didn't dare ask these people for anything to eat. They'd probably give her rat poison for their own entertainment.
Her cuts burned, but they hadn't added any new ones in the last few hours. She had to be grateful for that. She wasn't a religious person, but Hermione prayed for a personal savior.
Please Theo, come save me.
...
Snape was exceptionally easy to follow. He used his own car, an old green Honda Civic, and parked in a highly visible place. For being a double agent, he wasn't nearly paranoid enough. They overshot him and watched in the rearview as he entered an abandoned looking warehouse covered in graffiti.
"It does look like the lair of someone who is a big enough prick to call himself the Dark Lord," Pansy said, strapping herself into a bullet proof vest and pulling an armored trench coat over it. "What a pretentious mother fucker."
"I can't disagree, my love," Fleur replied, kissing her wife deeply. "We help get Hermione back and we both come out of this alive, yes?"
"Yes," Pansy nodded, her hands on her wife's cheeks, her forehead resting against her wife's. She tried to draw comfort from her. They both knew what they were doing, they were professionals and this was just one more job.
"And we get to finally kill that greasy bastard. It will be a great day. I have that good bottle of Prosecco set aside for killing him. We will drink it together later." Fleur kissed her wife a final time and pulled her duffel out of the trunk, looking up at the fire escape. "If you need me, I'll be up there." She gestured upward with her chin. "Don't worry I'll be watching over you."
"You better," Pansy replied, her expression stoic. She was the one who was going inside, Fleur would be safe, no matter what else happened. She had to be content with that. Pansy padded her pockets with extra ammo and went to take up her position.
...
"Hey Lu," Blaise said into his cell as he honked for Greg who needed to stop playing with his dick and get out here.
"Blaise?" Her surprise was apparent in her voice. "We aren't scheduled to have a phone call until tonight at nine. Do you need the phone sex now?"
"Naw, that isn't it," Blaise smiled, she was so direct. He'd never met a girl like her, a real breath of fresh air. Luna would never up and leave him while he was at work. She was reliable in her quirkiness. "It's just going to be an intense day at the office and I wanted to hear your voice before I went in."
She sucked in a breath that let him know that she knew exactly what he was hinting at, because despite her own direct nature, Luna Lovegood understood the implications he was making.
He might die today.
"You are going to call me later, you understand me? And we are getting married at Christmas. I already have the dress," Luna commanded. "It was really expensive. And I don't want a different groom."
"Happy with me?" Blaise asked, memorizing the sound of her voice.
"Obviously," Luna sighed. "Do whatever it takes to call me at nine and tell Theo I'll be very cross with him if he isn't careful with what's mine. Very cross."
Blaise couldn't help but chuckle at how she sometimes sounded like she was eighty. "You are one of a kind, you know that?"
"Yes, I'm aware," she deadpanned and then with more emotion added, "Be careful today, please."
"Yeah," Blaise fidgeted with a pack of cigarettes on his center console. "I'll do my best."
"Do that. Goodbye, Blaise." She hung up and he sat there in surprise. She said goodbye to him.
That was a first. Theo had told him she never said goodbye, she just left when she was done with a conversation. Blaise couldn't help but feel special that he had earned a goodbye from his little moonshine.
He was really falling head over heels for that woman, something he never thought could happen to him again. He needed to make it through today alive for her, for them, for their future together.
...
The horn blared from outside and Greg sat down his coffee cup.
"Millie, Blaise is here. I've got to go to work."
Millicent looked up from her parenting magazine, "Wearing that?" She gestured at his loud Hawaiian shirt. "I thought Theo told you not to wear those to work anymore?"
Greg shrugged. "I think it'll be fine for what we are doing today." He went and gave her a kiss at the breakfast table, ignoring Blaise's second honk. Kneeling down, he spoke to her belly, "Bye little man, daddy will see you after work."
His wife smiled at him, rubbing her belly, oblivious to what he was about to go do. "Have a good day sweetheart."
"You too honey. I might be late. Don't wait up." He kissed her temple and headed towards the door.
He'd come home tonight to his family, whatever it took.
...
Fleur watched Blaise and Greg arrive first through her sniper scope as they pulled into a side alley out of sight of the building that they were watching. Pansy looked like she was working the street, but would step backwards when any car cruised by that seemed actually interested in what she had to offer.
An old Volkswagen parked down the street, and Alecto popped out. She stood there smoking a cigarette while looking under her hood as though the old car was giving her difficulty. It probably was.
Fucking German cars.
Now they just had to wait for Theo to give the signal.
...
Theo took a breath and put down the phone.
It was time.
He'd slipped Adrian a barbiturate earlier to keep him from getting himself killed; now whatever happened today, Pucey would sleep through it. He'd probably be pissed at Theo later, but that was not a problem for now. Theo had other things to focus on.
Draco was buckling one of Theo's spare gun holsters on, one of the handguns on the table in front of him.
"What do you think that you are doing?" Theo asked, watching how Draco still clearly knew his way around a gun. Theo remembered teaching him: Draco's hands shaking the first time, the confidence that he'd gained over months of practice.
"Coming with you to get our girl back." Draco clicked the clip into place. His hands weren't shaking now, but…
"Are you sure?" Theo asked. "People trying to kill you are very different from targets hanging on the other side of the room." Theo refrained from pointing out that Draco had been physically ill watching Theo shoot someone the previous day.
"I'm not staying behind," Draco stated firmly.
"As you wish."
...
Thorfinn pretended to bum a light from Alecto, his guns hidden under a long trench coat.
"Ready to go fuck some people up, Allie?" Thor asked her, lighting his cigarette.
"Fuck yes I am," she replied. "Nott hasn't let us go and take no prisoners in years. I have some fucking aggression to get out."
He snorted at what was probably the understatement of the century. She was still so angry about her husband and her twin brother, she'd probably never get over it. If she could and he wasn't married…but neither of those things were likely to happen.
"We're west entrance?" he asked her. She nodded.
Now all that was left was to wait for the signal.
...
Parked on a side alley, Blaise popped the trunk and rifled through a huge duffel bag.
Greg stared at him, and Blaise shrugged, "What? I raided Adrian's stash."
"Do you even know how to set off these things?" Greg asked skeptically.
"Of course I do, I'm not an idiot."
"Whatever, just don't need anyone missing fingers in the middle of all this. I'm not going to have time to put it on ice so one of the docs can sew it back on."
Ignoring Greg and his pessimism, Blaise pulled out several flashbangs and smoke grenades. He pulled out his phone, and checked for texts.
GO TIME if you mfers are ready.
That meant that everyone was in place, Blaise grinned at Greg.
Greg shook his head. "You are enjoying this a little too much."
"Maybe, but I have to take what pleasures I can."
Opening the eastern emergency exit, Blaise lobbed them inside, shutting the door tight and standing back with his gun out. The boom sound was accompanied by a bright light through the upper windows. The red smoke from the grenades started to seep out the poor seal of the door.
Greg pulled his gun out as well, waiting to see if any one of the people that they could hear yelling inside was going to come running out. If they did, they would be ready for them.
...
Several explosions took place inside the building, the light shining bright through the building's high windows Severus Snape fled through the front doors of the building right towards where Pansy was waiting so she smiled and said, "Hey Snape. Surprised to see me?"
Then she realized he must have been near the flashbang and couldn't see a thing as he just blinked at her while covering his ears.
He was still blinking and had an expression of shock on his face as he flew backwards with the force of the shot to his abdomen. Pansy enjoyed the sight of the blood starting to pour out of him. She used a gloved hand to drop a dirty sleeping bag on top of him, it wouldn't do to have him be noticed before they were done with this.
Pansy stood back and waited for Theo to go in. If she was surprised that Draco was going in with him, she didn't show it.
...
Alecto lost Thor almost immediately in the labyrinthine warehouse. Red colored smoke and loud bangs filled the enclosed space and left her ears ringing. She felt someone coming up behind her, but didn't even have time to turn before her neck was snapped.
Her knives fall to the ground useless, unbloodied in a fight she never never got to participate in. Greyback grabbed one and began to cut off her pants, not caring that she was already dead.
Greg came up behind Greyback and put three bullets in the back of his head. Greg looked down at his best friend's widows, her eyes already glazing over.
"Fuck Vince," he whispered. "I'm so sorry." Then he headed back towards the commotion that he could hear.
...
Theo came through the front doors with Draco behind him. Two bodies were splayed out on the ground, but he stepped over them with minimal awareness and Draco followed suit, both of their guns already out.
Thor grinned at him from the end of a hallway, "We're clear to here," he gestured behind him. There's a couple of blind corners ahead."
"Stay here and make sure no one comes up behind us." Theo commanded. "Where's everyone else?"
"Lost Alecto." Thorfinn shrugged, unconcerned about his friend, convinced she could take care of herself. "She should be on the west side of the building, huge stacks of crates over there. Goyle is running around like Rambo. Haven't seen Zabini. Dolohov is out back waiting to get called in, he brought the nephews." Igor and Ivan weren't the brightest light bulbs in the box, but Dolohov had started teaching them the business of cleaning up. This would likely be a bigger job than he could do alone.
Theo nodded. "No sign of my girl yet?"
Thor shook his head. "There's an office loft towards the back and the windows are painted black. My guess would be that they are keeping her in there."
"Good work, Thor." Theo touched the man's shoulder. "Keep this part of the building secure, and get rid of anyone not on our side."
"With fucking pleasure," the viking-looking man grinned. "I haven't gotten to kill this many people in one day in fucking forever."
...
Theo and Draco found Greg at the beginning of the section of the warehouse that was filled with crates stacked twenty feet high.
"Be fucking careful," he hissed. "There are at least two motherfuckers who have shot at me in there and someone threw a knife and almost got me in the fucking head."
"You look fine," Theo pointed out.
"Yeah, but Alecto isn't. Her body is like ten steps from the door," Greg added. "It was fucking Greyback. I did him, sorry, I know you wanted to, but what he was about to do…" Greg trailed off as though words failed him. "I couldn't let him."
Theo nodded and pursed his lips. He could fully imagine the kind of thing that Greg had prevented. He ground his teeth at the loss of Alecto, she'd been a bit nuts, but loyal. He'd need to check in on her son's situation after this. Greyback had managed to orphan one more child on his way out, Theo hated that it would probably give the son of a bitch pleasure in hell.
Someone else would have to receive the pain that Theo had wanted to give to Greyback for Cedric's death, preferably the man who had ordered the hit.
...
"Mind the gaps," Theo said gesturing towards the grid system of the crates.
Draco cracked a small smirk at that, but merely nodded. Theo realized he hadn't said a single word since they'd entered the building.
Two gunshots rang out towards the area where Theo expected Blaise was.
Theo moved carefully, his gun close to his chest. There was not quite enough space for him and Draco to be next to the same stack of wooden crates at the same time so they continually had a small walkway between them. The way that Draco could move without making so much as a sound was impressive, Theo thought; he wouldn't have known Draco was there, if he hadn't brought him along..
As Theo stepped forward and looked to both sides, he slid across the next intersection and a psychotic laugh had him spinning about, but before he could pull the trigger, two shots rang out and the wild-eyed woman fell to the ground. The knife she'd had pointed at his back fell to the ground. Draco stood there with his gun still extended, barrel smoking. His breath was even and his eyes were hard as steel. There was none of the man who'd hyperventilated and vomited the day before. Theo had hoped that his beloved just needed to get back in the swing of things, you could take the boy out of their lifestyle, but some of what had once been normal had to stick with him. Theo wouldn't have forced him, but he certainly couldn't say that he minded.
Theo looked down at the dead woman on the ground: Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked much more insane than the last picture Marcus had provided to Blaise, but still, it was obviously her, her black eyes and wild curls distinctive. She also had more than a passing resemblance to Narcissa.
"That was your mother's older sister," Theo pointed his own gun down at her wanting to be certain that the psychotic bitch was really dead.
Draco nodded, seemingly unconcerned by the familial connection. His eyes were trained on Theo's face. "I recognize her from my mother's photo album. She was going to kill you."
"She was," Theo agreed, waiting to see how Draco reacted after pulling the trigger..
"You are more important to me than some mad woman with whom I share DNA, Theo," Draco scoffed.
Despite the inappropriate location, Theo pulled Draco to him, swelling with pride at the coldness that his pet had displayed. Draco's willingness to kill for him was so fucking hot. Theo may have told Draco he didn't need another killer, but he wouldn't say no to loyalty.
Theo's free hand ran over Draco's cheek and he kissed him hard, "Welcome to the dark side Draco Malfoy, I love you so fucking much. You saved my life." Theo very much wanted to fuck his pet right then as a reward for being such a good dragon, but they had a princess to rescue from the fucking Dark Lord.
Theo pushed against the spot where he'd carved his initials into Draco's chest and reveled in the hiss of pain from his lover, when three more gunshots back towards the front of the building got the two of them moving again.
Pansy came up behind them, her high heels ringing out on the concrete floor like the tolling of a bell.
"What did I miss?" She demanded.
"We haven't found Hermione yet," Draco pointed out.
"Draco killed someone who was trying to stab me in the back," Theo said at the same time, unable to prevent himself from bragging about his lover.
Pansy whistled low. "Good job Draco, I always knew you had it in you."
"Thanks, I guess." The blond shrugged.
Theo turned to Pansy. "I'm going to lift you up on top of the crates and if anyone on the other side pops their head up, shoot them." Theo directed. "I especially need you to cover us as we head up those exposed stairs. We're gonna have targets on us when we do that."
"Can do, boss," Pansy replied and when Theo laced his hands together she stepped onto it carefully and he threw her into the air like he had when they'd had horseback riding lessons as kids. Who knew that would come in so handy later.
She landed with a loud enough sound that it drew a couple people out of the woodwork trying to figure out where the sound had come from, not realizing that Pansy was looking down at them. She had her gun out and two shots fired almost immediately.
Blaise was visible as he worked his way through the maze and she kept an eye on him while watching Theo and Draco work their way to the stairs. She hadn't seen signs of anyone else, but she wasn't taking any chances and kept herself focused on her task, her eyes constantly scanning from her bird's eye view.
Blaise met the other two at the base of the stairs. He brought up the rear, his body half turned as he watched behind them.
"Blaise, put your phone on speaker, baby." Theo hissed the final code word, knowing that his pocket dial would be the thing that kept this whole escapade running smoothly.
Theo walked in first without even bothering to have his gun cocked. In the center of the darkened room, Hermione was there tied to a chair in nothing but her bra and panties and she was covered in deep cuts that were oozing blood. She looked like she was unconscious, but she was a smart girl and might be faking.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," Theo said into the darkness. "We know darling Hermione didn't do that to herself so you must be in here."
A lamp light flicks on at a desk across the room, a man sits there his dark hair and face vaguely familiar. He pressed a red button, but stood and walked over towards Theo as though he was completely unconcerned that Theo had a gun in his hand.
"Hello, Theodore," the man smiled. "I've been so looking forward to meeting you."
"You have me at a disadvantage," Theo said, moving in the space so that the man walked right towards the door as he attempted to keep Hermione between the two of them. "You haven't introduced yourself. And I'm sure as fuck not calling you the Dark Lord."
"I'm Tom Riddle," the man introduced himself, oozing charm that did nothing other than put Theo's teeth on edge. "And more importantly I'm your father, Theodore."
Theo gave a skeptical snort, wondering what the man's game was. "Thoros Nott was my father." And that hadn't stopped Theo from killing him.
Did the man think that professing his paternity would make Theo have a case of the warm fuzzies?
"There is so much that you don't know, Theodore, so much I can tell you."
The size of the man's ego was really amazing. Did he really think that Theo would give a fuck about anything that he had to say after killing Cedric, and kidnapping Hermione and hurting her? Theo was not a forgiving man by nature, and Riddle had crossed a line that he couldn't backtrack. Theo's eyes glanced over Hermione's filthy skin and the wounds covering her body. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep his expression stoic.
Riddle was going to pay in blood for what he had done to Theo's sweet pet.
Her limp body sent endless fury coursing through him.
Riddle would pay with every drop of blood in his body for what he'd done.
Keeping his face clear of the murderous rage inside of him, Theo had the man positioned in the right place and he backed up, running his hands over Hermione's hair.
"Baby, are you alright?" He raised his voice a little, hopeful that his phone would pick it up and Blaise could hear it.
The door to the office flew open, surprising Riddle, who hadn't even bothered to be armed. Blaise whacked him with his gun from behind, the man's eyes met Theo's with horror before he went down like a sack of bricks.
"Help me get Hermione untied, we need to get her to the clinic," Theo commanded. "She's lost a lot of blood."
Blaise had multiple switch blades in his hands and immediately handed them to the other men. Greg entered behind them and pulled out his own knife and started to work on Hermione's ankle binds. No one even commented on the blood splatter across his face and neck, although the loud pattern of his Hawaiian shirt disguised it there.
Theo rubbed at Hermione's wrists as they were freed, trying to get the blood flowing through them again.
"Theo?" Hermione blinked at him, "Is it really you?" Her voice was weak and reedy, her supple lips cracked.
"Of course baby, Draco and I came to get you." Theo stroked her knuckles reassuringly.
"Draco's here?" Hermione was nearly in tears, or would have been if she wasn't so dehydrated.
"Right here, love," the blond squeezed her arm as he carefully cut at the bindings, desperate not to add to her injuries. "We just need to get you free. Almost there."
A single tear of gratitude fell down her cheek and she mumbled, "I don't feel so good." Her head immediately lolled forward since she couldn't seem to stay awake and lost consciousness again.
"Did you guys find…" Pansy cut off as she walked into the office, her eyes went wide as she stared at the state Hermione was in. "Oh fuck." She shrugged off her coat. "Wrap her up in this. She's probably in shock."
...
Hermione came to and found her face plastered to a Hawaiian shirt and she was wrapped in a long leather coat, she could feel its weight on her painful skin.
She only knew one person big enough to carry her that liked those. "Greg?" her voice sounded scratchy to her own ears.
"Shhh. Hermione, don't talk. Let's get you out of here and to the hospital."
"Where's Theo? Draco?" Why weren't they with her?
"They are dealing with the man who took you. Just rest, okay?" Blaise's voice was soothing in her ear. "They'll meet us at the clinic as soon as they are done. No loose ends. We don't want him coming for you again."
Hermione shivered at the thought and turned her face against Greg's chest. The light was too much.
Everything hurt.
...
"Holy fucking shit," Blaise gasped as they walked out of the building. Dolohov and his nephews were cleaning up a dozen bodies and tossing them into the back of a nondescript van that was parked behind Blaise's car.
"Ah, you've joined us," Antonin laughed. "I believe these were supposed to be the Dark Lord's back up. They won't be coming to his aid." He looked as though he wanted to spit when he said the man's name, but was too much of a professional to leave his DNA laying around.
Igor and Ivan, obnoxiously identical down to their matching black turtlenecks and jeans, laughed as well before tossing another corpse into the back of the van and giving each other a fist bump.
"Not as useless as you are always saying, hmmm Uncle?"
"Show me you aren't useless, Igor, by getting all these bodies in the van." Antonin rolled his eyes at the two of them.
"I'm Ivan, Uncle," the young man said in annoyance, although he continued as directed.
"The fuck you are. Pull that shit on your mother, not on me." Antonin had his eyes on a stopwatch and was likely counting down how much time Theo had before he went in to clean up the interior.
"Worth a try," the two brothers murmured to each other.
Blaise held the door open for Greg to deposit Hermione in the back seat.
"How he keeps from killing them, I'll never know," Blaise told Greg, who just nodded.
"Let's get her to the hospital. She doesn't look good."
Hermione, pale, in the back seat wrapped in Pansy's coat, didn't wake up to give her opinion.
...
Draco and Pansy tied Riddle in the chair that Hermione had vacated, much tighter than his pet had been as Theo could give a fuck if Riddle lost feeling in his fingers or legs. The man only had a little while left to live as it was, and certainly not long enough for his appendages to get necrotic. Although his fingers turning black and falling off would have pleased Theo to no end. He should be punished for daring to touch his Hermione, his Cedric. Theo's throat closed as Cedric's face flashed before him. At least Hermione had been saved.
Waiting for the man to wake up, Theo sat at Riddle's desk, the lights on in the room. He slowly went through all the papers in the man's desk. He had proof of his paternity. Photographs. Letters. The man hadn't expected Theo to believe him on his word alone.
The one from his mother begging Riddle to save her from Thoros was particularly poignant. The tear stains were a particularly artful touch. He really had to give his mother credit.
Riddle hadn't bothered to save her though, which might have earned him a tiny bit of mercy as Theo had loved his mother. She'd always been a kind hand and a soft word in his brutal household.
The more that Theo looked at the man, the more he saw their similarities. It was there in the shape of their faces, the dark curl of Theo's hair, their stature. Obviously, Theo now had to consider that his own bloodthirsty nature was a matter of nature versus nurture, although it appeared that either way he would have been destined for this.
"You are no fucking son of mine." Thoros had said when Theo shot him all those years ago. He'd always assumed that it had been rhetorical as in 'how dare you murder me, you ungrateful little shit', but it looked to be literal. How about that?
Theo couldn't help but chuckle, earning him a surprised look from Draco. "I just recalled Thoros telling me I wasn't his son. I didn't take it literally at the time."
"You think he's telling the truth?" Draco asked, looking down at the paperwork that Theo had spread out on the desk.
"It appears so," Theo continued to flip through the documents.
The letter from Thoros to the Lestranges about the subsequent murder and dismemberment of Theo's mother, 'Riddle's whore' as Thoros referred to her, made Theo wish Thoros was still alive to kill again. He'd done it too quickly the first time, but it looked like he was going to get the chance to rectify that mistake with his biological father.
Why the man had ever thought that Theo would join up with someone who had taken away forever one of the few things in this world that he valued, showed how little Riddle understood the man that he had sired. And Riddle was to blame for the deaths of Theo's mother and Cedric. That was more than he could ever atone for and continue to breathe.
The restrained man made a small moan as he started to stir. Blaise must have given him quite the concussion.
In an instant, Draco was next to the man, his finger already on the trigger and Theo had to admit that he loved seeing his dragon like this, so protective.
Riddle blinked awake.
"If you are expecting someone to come to your rescue," Theo began. "I would give that up. They are all dead. My people are competent and thorough."
He leaned back in his chair like he wasn't about to take apart a man who happened to be his father.
"So I assume, Thoros found out you fucked my mother," Theo said from his place at Riddle's desk, tapping his fingers on the tear stained letter. "Or did you rape her? It would hardly be the most egregious of your sins if you took her against her will."
"I did not rape your mother," Riddle pulled at the bonds but was unable to do much with the vindictive tightness of the bonds. "You should thank me for impregnating your mother. You wouldn't exist otherwise." When that got no reaction from Theo, Riddle looked to Draco.
"Did you know that Theo killed Narcissa," Riddle hissed to Draco, clearly attempting to get the gun out of his face.
Theo was amused that the man knew something that while technically true was not factually accurate. Narcissa had begged him to leave the morphine near her bed where she could reach it and look the other way. Theo wouldn't have dreamed of denying that woman anything, but he didn't even need to argue the technicality.
Because Draco's trust in Theo was unshakable so he put his gun to Tom's head and purred, "I already killed one person for Theo today, I can easily make it two."
Theo asked, his voice deceptively calm. "Why would you target my lovers?"
Tom responds with "I was showing you that love is a weakness and attempting to make you stronger, my son. I couldn't have a weak business partner, now could I?"
Draco made a growl deep in his throat that made Theo's cock twitch, but that wasn't how today was going to go. "No Draco, put down the gun, love. I find I have a taste for patricide."
Theo grinned at the man who had sired him. "How lucky am I that I get to commit it twice."
Riddle's face didn't yet display any fear, but it would. Theo would see to it.
"Did you rape my girl?" Theo asked, his eye twitching with fury. He stood and came to stand close to the man who appeared to be his real father.
"What does it matter if I raped her? I helped make you so you can parade around like the king you think you are. You should be thanking me, son."
"Oh I will be thanking you, by flaying you alive." Theo looked over the small table of torture implements that they'd been using on Hermione. The scalpels and razors looked particularly entertaining.
Tom's voice turned desperate, the cockiness leaving him. "But, I'm your father."
"I couldn't possibly care less. You hurt MY girl, so you will suffer worse than she did. For every cut on her you will lose several inches of skin." Theo smiled sinisterly, hefting one of the hunting knives and testing the balance.
Theo wondered if he ought to start with his head.
Scalp the son of a bitch, make him bald, cut off his nipples too, just for fun. Cut off his balls and squash them under his boots. Have him scream for mercy as he imagined Hermione had. Maybe he would record an audio file on his phone so he could listen to it again and again, anytime he was having a bad day.
He had a little bit of time until Dolohov was ready to clean this room, he would make the most of it.
He wondered if Draco would want to help. The look in his dragon's eyes told Theo everything he needed to know.
...
Pansy went through the entire building and even opened a few of the crates and found some substandard arms packed away. Russian made, mostly. Dolohov would probably clean it all out before they torched the place.
Coming out of the front doors, she could hear someone moaning in pain. Snape had managed to stay alive for the entirety of the rescue. Pansy clucked her tongue.
"Oh Severus, are you hurt, here let me help." She fired two shots into him, the first goes straight between his legs and she reveled in the pleasure of his tortured scream. She bit her lip and looked up where she knew her wife was still watching, hoping she could see how turned on she was by this little blood spilling. The second shot she put into where she thought his leg was, aiming for another major artery.
She savored his whimpers.
"I never needed your dick, you piece of shit." Pansy moved the sleeping bag aside with her boot so she could see his face. He had been crying. "You should never have betrayed Theo." She leaned forward, putting her face near his. "But fuck if I'm not happy you did."
If the heel of her shoe went through his eye socket after that, there was no one to see but Fleur. And Pansy wasn't sorry. Not even when it left bloody little circles on the pavement as she walked to the car.
