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In Servitude of the Dark : My Obiesance	By : xXxLuckyxXx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 39418 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: This story is based off of J.K. Rowling’s amazing Harry Potter series. All characters, locations, themes from the world of HP belong to her. This is not for money or profit. I am just having fun playing in her magical world.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Warning: Okay, I gotta put a big HUGE warning here. This is a Dursley revenge chapter, and Harry is the one administering the revenge. It will be rather graphic, though surprisingly not a single drop of blood is spilled. Consider yourself warned. Harry really lets out his dark side here…it’s almost too sadistic and borders on OOC, even for my Harry’s character. But then I think of all the years of repressed pain, hopelessness, anger, and helplessness that Harry had suffered in his cupboard…well I just couldn’t help myself.
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My Obeisance
Chapter 14 : Dudley’s Just Deserts – December 12, 1994
For most of Hogwarts, December 12^th was just like any other Saturday. 3^rd years and up were allowed to go to Hogsmeade, people were still talking wildly about the First Task, and Harry attended Andromeda’s class and asked her to start the paper work on accessing Godric’s Hallow. There should be no legal reason why Dumbledore was allowed to wards his property and keep him from accessing it.
But today was not such a typical day for Harry Potter. After his 4 hour lessons with Andromeda, instead of returning to Hogwarts, he met up with Severus in Hogs Head. Pulling up the hood of a very heavy cloak so no one would recognize him, Harry found his teacher huddled in a dark corner with another wizard. “Sorry, I’m late,” Harry said as he joined them, feeling several different privacy wards activate around him. “Andromeda had me sign some papers to access Godric’s Hallow.”
“You can lower your hood now,” Severus told him and then began the introductions. “Harry, this is Bartholomew Crouch Jr. He was the Death Eater who was helping Our Lord and the one who was stalking Black couple weeks ago. Barty, this is Harry Potter.”
Harry and Barty stared at each other.
Barty was the first to speak. “Merlin,” he breathed, almost in awe, eyes wide and completely focusing on Harry’s scar. “So it really is true. You have joined the Dark Lord.”
Harry smirked. The other man was shaggy, sallow with sandy blond hair, and reminded Harry of how Sirius first looked when he escaped from Azkaban. “And aren’t you the son of Mr. Crouch, Ministry employee and judge of the Triwizard Tournament?” he returned.
At this, Barty’s face twisted into a snarl. “That man’s no father of mine!” he growled.
Harry raised an eyebrow, sensing a story behind that.
“Calm yourself, Barty!” Severus barked. “If you carry on like this, you’ll break the wards. Now, the reason why we are here.” Severus passed over a bag filled with potions. “There should be enough polyjuice in there to last till tonight. Harry, if you will provide the last ingredient.”
Harry nodded and haphazardly ripped out a dozen strands of his own hair. “Lately, I have been acting rather anti-social, so it won’t be too unusual if you just disappeared for hours at a time. Just remember to show up during meals and be in bed by curfew.”
Barty accepted the strands of hair and stuffed them into the bag. “And what of you, Snape? How will you explain your absence?”
“The reason we have chosen this weekend instead of the last is because it is my turn to have a respite from those little blighters,” Severus answered. “Therefore, I do not require a doppelganger.”
They spent a couple minutes transfiguring Barty’s clothes to Gryffindor robes, put an illusion on his wand to resemble Harry’s, and transfigured the potion’s bag into the backpack that Harry was known for carrying. “Have fun,” Barty told them with a smirk.
“Oh I will,” Harry replied. “Been looking forward to this for weeks.”
With that, Severus took Harry by the arm and apparated them right in front of #4 Privet Drive. “Do what you have to do, quickly,” Severus said.
Harry nodded and slipped on his invisibility cloak. A whispered alhomara unlocked the front door. At this time of day, Harry knew his aunt would be gossiping with neighbors and his uncle was at work, so no one was home. He slipped up to his bedroom, took a glance around with a pang of sadness. He had put his heart and soul into constructing this room, but it has served its purpose. To keep it any longer was just taking an unnecessary risk.
After this year, he wouldn’t be living in this house anymore, so he couldn’t risk Dumbledore or the Ministry discovering the magic in this room. Thankfully, he’d already ensured that his relative’s memories of the last two summers were inaccessible, even by legimancy before getting onto the Hogwarts Express.
So he slashed his wand sharply downwards, shattering all the intricate charms and transfigurations that he so lovingly and painstakingly constructed two years ago.
It literally sounded like smashing glass.
And then he performed a complex wand movement to basically cleanse the room of all residual magic, finishing it off with a liberal sprinkle of salt in all four corners of his room. Salt, as a purifier, will guarantee that not even the most magic sensitive people would detect his magic here.
His task completed, Harry vacated the house, hopefully for the last time. “All clean,” Harry reported. “And good riddance!”
Their next stop was Smelting’s, Dudley’s school. It was a large, rich building with the words, “Smelting’s Private School for Boys” over its double glass doors. “Looks like we made it in time. What time does their class end?” Severus asked.
Harry performed a quick tempus charm. It was almost 3:30. “In about four minutes,” he answered and pointed to road. “I believe that is where the buses will pick the students up. We’ll have to keep him from getting on.”
“Do you wish to do it, or shall I?” Severus asked.
A look of determination took over Harry’s eyes. “I’ll do it. But if I can’t pull it off…”
Severus nodded in understanding. Just as the bell rang and a flood of teenage boys rushed out the doors, Severus applied a disillusion charm over the both of them. Harry kept his keen eyes peeled for his cousin’s familiar bulky form. It was several minutes later when he spotted Dudley, along with his friend Piers Polkiss.
“Imperio!” Harry whispered, letting the energizing feel of dark magic wash over him. He poured in his desire for his cousin to submit, and saw Dudley stiffen for just a moment before Harry’s will overpowered his own. This was almost as easy as Imperio-ing little animals in the forest. “Make your excuses to Polkiss and go behind the school. Wait for us there,” Harry ordered.
They waited to make sure Dudley did as he was told before Severus and Harry apparated to a dark corner behind the school. “Well done, Harry,” Severus complimented. “Was that your first Unforgivable on a human?”
Harry nodded, rather pleased with himself too. Dudley finally made it to them, and once his task was completed, the spell broke, leaving him blinking stupidly in confusion. Harry quickly cancelled the disillusion charm on himself and stepped forward from his hiding place. “Good afternoon, Dudders!” Harry said cheerfully.
Dudley whipped around at the sound of his voice. Surprise turned into a sneer when he spotted him. “What are you doing here, Freak?” He took several threatening steps forward, already cracking his knuckles.
Harry smirked and whipped out his wand. “Not one step closer, Dudders.”
Dudley froze for a moment and then smiled widely like a shark. “Aren’t you suppose to be at that freaky school? You’re going to get a good beating for this,” he said gleefully. “Maybe they’ll finally expel you!”
“I know actually thinking is a painful process for you,” Harry returned. “But aren’t you even curious why you are standing here, in the back of the school with me, and not on the bus?” Harry watched, and it did look like Dudley had trouble with higher brain functions.
Suddenly, Dudley realized that something was wrong about this situation. “What did you do to me, you Freak!” Dudley growled.
Before he could draw back a fist, Harry quickly had him tied and bound by an incarcerous. The whale of a boy tipped over and landed on the ground with a loud thud. “You know, I’ve been waiting years to see you sniveling on the ground just like this,” Harry said, twirling his wand in his hands. “Just like a little piglet.”
“Let me…”
Harry waved his wand again a couple times and effectively gagged his cousin. “Do you recognize that sock I just stuffed in your mouth?” Harry asked, leaning forward as if he was actually interested. “Oh well, No? You should, since it was your pathetic Christmas present for me when I was 8. Well, you can have it back!”
Dudley looked a little ill, knowing what was lodged into his mouth and no matter how hard he tried, he could not push it out. Then his eyes grew wide as a tall, evil looking man came up behind his cousin.
“How remiss of me,” Harry said, sensing his teacher next to him. “This is my Professor. You may call him Sir. Professor, this pathetic lump of lard is unfortunately my cousin, Dudley Dursley. He also goes by Duddikins, Dudders, and my favorite Duddydums.”
Severus sneered down at the truly awful looking muggle. It was impossible for Severus to imagine that this pathetic creature was actually related to Harry Potter. Where one was slender, attractive, and quick witted, the other vaguely resembled a beady-eyed baby hippopotamus. At the moment, the baby hippo was so red that it looked like it was ready to explode. “Shall we be off then?”
Hearing this, Dudley’s beady eyes widened.
Harry noticed and grinned. “Oh, did I forget to tell you? We, my teacher and I, are kidnapping you. I hope you gave your parents a hug before school, because that was the last you will ever see of them again.”
That caused Dudley to struggle widely in his bonds, but they were magical ropes that cut deeply into his flesh the more he struggled.
Because Severus felt revolted at the idea of even touching the muggle creature, he merely stepped on the hippo’s chest, for the side-along. All three of them appeared in front of the Riddle graveyard. Humorously, Dudley actually wet himself when he saw the graveyard they landed in.
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to die yet,” Harry told his cousin. “Although you’ll probably wish you were soon enough.” Harry performed the mobilicorpus. They were already keyed into the Riddle wards, so had no trouble gaining entrance to the former ballroom which Barty had converted into a throne room.
Inside waiting for them were both Marvolo and the Voldemort golem. As the day of the actual resurrection grew closer, the two souls were spending more and more time together, planning out the minute details and sometimes even arguing against each other.
“I trust there was no trouble,” Marvolo asked upon their arrival.
Neither Harry nor Severus knelt on the ground, a subtle reminder that they were not truly Death Eaters until the two souls merged. “None, My Lord,” Severus replied. “You will also be pleased to know that Harry easily subdued his cousin with the Imperious, on his first attempt.”
Harry carelessly dropped his cousin to the ground. “He has less than two brain cells to form a thought,” Harry added. “It was actually a disappointment.”
Both Marvolo and Voldemort hovered over the trembling form. When Dudley saw the golem, he freaked out again and tried to squirm away. Like Severus, the souls sneered at the lump of lard in disgust. “Stand him up,” Voldemort ordered. “I want to inspect him.”
Harry flicked his wand and raised his cousin’s body upright. It was Severus who tossed the diagnostic charms at Dudley, looking for any hidden bone diseases or any weaknesses. “He’s broken his right 3^rd knuckle 5 years ago,” Severus reported. “But otherwise, his bones are very healthy and quite strong, likely for having to heave all that weight around. It is also obvious that he is very well nourished, no signs of rickets, osteopenia, or the like.”
All the while, Dudley squirmed as much as he could and squealed behind the sock gag like a stuffed pig.
“When would you like to harvest his bones?” Harry asked.
Hearing this, Dudley let out one loud squeal, like a pig’s death cry before he promptly passed out.
Harry snorted and flicked an enervate on his cousin, who jerked in shock. “Can’t let you miss out on all the fun,” he said.
By now, big fat tears were rolling down on his fat cheeks, and snot was making it hard for him to breath. It really was a disgusting sight.
“Have you mastered the Extracto Totalis Osseum curse yet?” Voldemort asked.
“Yes Sir,” Harry answered. “I managed it on a conjured monkey yesterday.”
“Then let us begin,” Voldemort said.
Harry knew the only reason why Voldemort allowed him, as opposed to Severus or Crouch, to perform such a critical step to this ritual was to test him, see if he had the stomach for the…messier aspects of what Death Eaters did. And Harry was determined not to disappoint.
Severus brought the table that Barty had prepared. It reminded Harry of a medical gurney, but it was layered with specific preservation charms, similar to ones used for potion ingredients. This was where Harry would lay out the bones so Voldemort could carve in the complex runes---runes that will empower his body beyond that of a normal human.
Judging by his cousin’s quick shallow breaths and panicky eyes, he was probably flashing back to all those slasher movies he watched.
“I know you’re dying to find out what’s going on,” Harry taunted and twirled his wand. “So I’ll indulge you. The curse we were just talking about is going to remove every single bone in your body. It sounds rather painful, but it won’t kill you. A human being can live without its skeleton for up to an hour or so before the weight of its muscles literally crush your heart and lungs. Well, for you it may be considerably less time, what with your weight problem and all.”
Everyone in the room smirked when Dudley thrashed anew.
“Remove his gag,” Voldemort ordered, his eyes lighting up with sadistic glee.
Harry complied, also wanting to hear his cousin’s last cries.
“Please, please, Harry,” Dudley instantly began blubbering, tears and snot running down his face. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you…have mercy…it was just some fun…”
That made Harry’s blood boil. “Cruxus!” Harry suddenly shouted. It wasn’t quite the Cruciatus, but had very similar effects.
Dudley’s ear splitting screams filled the room, and dark angry magic swirled around Harry’s body. From the side, both Voldemort and Marvolo’s red eyes flared hungrily, luxuriating at the taste of Harry’s dark power. Even Severus wasn’t left unaffected.
But Harry was oblivious to their reactions. He was too focused on his blubbering cousin. “Mercy?” Harry snarled, letting up the curse. Dudley shook and gasped for breath. “Did you or your parents ever, ever, grant me one shred of mercy?” he demanded. “Even when I hadn’t eaten for a whole week and begged for scraps of food…or when my bones were protruding out of my arm…did any one of you even think to grant me mercy?”
“You’re a worthless bag of human filth,” Severus spat, his ire rising as Harry poured out a litany of offences. “Tonight, justice will be done!”
“Justice will be done!” Marvolo seconded.
“EXTRACTO TOTALIS OSSEUM!” Harry shouted and a jet of red light shoot from the end of his wand and hit his cousin right on his sternum. For a few seconds, Dudley’s entire skeleton was magically outlined in a reddish glow. Harry allowed his magic to get a really good grasp of Dudley’s bones before carefully moving his wand over towards the table.
Dudley screamed even louder this time when the reddish glow moved and shifted, trailing after Harry’s wand. So focused Harry was, he barely even noticed when Dudley stopped screaming and had passed out again. When all the glowing red outline was settled onto the table, Harry uttered the second part of the curse. “Forticio Osseum!” The red glow shimmered for a moment before solidifying into a whole and complete skeleton.
Harry breathed heavily, more because of how exhilarating that felt than magical exhaustion. He looked proudly upon his work, carefully checking that not a single bone was missing. The other three in the room also looked suitably impressed. And then Harry turned around.
His cousin was only a blob of fat, skin, and muscles, puddled on the floor. There was some mild movement, his lungs working overtime to draw in air, gurgling wetly, a spasm here and there, but nothing else. It had to be the worst thing Harry ever saw.
Worse than a dementor lowering its hood.
Even worse than Quirrel disintegrating beneath his hands.
And suddenly, Harry felt like he was hit by a bludger. “D…Dudley…” Harry breathed. That was his cousin there, the boy who he was related to, the boy he grew up with, and the boy who he hated and feared for as long as he could remember. There was this overwhelming wave of regret, disgust, anger, and paradoxically even joy, relief and satisfaction all churning together inside him.
Harry gagged and hurled everything inside his stomach, dangerously close to his cousin, who couldn’t have moved at all to avoid it. When Harry finally stopped heaving, he felt weak and drained. His body shook and his hands were clammy.
Marvolo’s cool hand help Harry straighten up, and Severus provided a Calming Draught. “Thanks,” Harry rasped, upending the potion, and shot a glance at Voldemort. The golem’s red eyes gazed at him in thinly veiled impatience and contempt for his weakness.
“Do you need a moment?” Marvolo asked worriedly, giving implicit permission for Harry to leave, and it would be okay.
Harry took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, I’m fine,” he said thickly, gathering his strength back up. He just wanted to finish this and not make more of a fool of himself in front of the future Dark Lord than he already had. “Do we still need Dud…need that?” Harry asked, pointing to the blob. He couldn’t bring himself to say his cousin’s name or even look at him again.
Marvolo and Severus understood where Harry was coming from, so made no protests. “The bones will only remain alive if he does,” Marvolo answered. “You may kill him after the ritual is complete.”
Harry nodded, privately kicking himself. He knew that! He had studied this part of the resurrection ritual like it was on his OWLS, but seeing Dudley like that seemed to have scattered his mind.
Harry quickly conjured a large tub, about half the length of Dudley’s original body. A quick aquamenti filled the tub with luke warm water, and then Severus carefully levitated his blob of a cousin into the tub. The water instantly woke Dudley up, and he tried to talk, but it was just indecipherable blubbering because his larynx was removed.
Harry looked down at his cousin, almost sadly. All the same storm of emotions swirled back to the surface, but this time he wasn’t caught by surprise and was able to keep them under control. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to you, Dudley,” Harry said, and Dudley’s eyes flickered upward, still silently begging. “But I honestly wish you a better life in the next.”
With that, he gave his wand a wide sweep, banishing his cousin, tub and all, to a designated room where Barty’s house-elf Winky was going watch over it.
“Unsatisfactory,” Voldemort concluded with a tone of finality.
From the corner of Harry’s eye, he could see Severus twitch in defiance. But Harry knew in his heart that he had failed. Successfully performing the two-part Bone Extraction Curse was only half of the test. The other half, the more important half, was to demonstrate that he could perform with the ruthlessness of a Death Eater---and on this he had failed.
After all, the Dark Lord had no use for queasy Death Eaters.
“I will do better next time,” Harry vowed.
“See that you do, boy,” Voldemort replied coldly. “Or you will be nothing more than fodder for the Light and the other Death Eaters.”
Harry took it for the backhanded advice it was. He refused to be a liability.

A/N: okay, I know this was short, but sort of freaked myself out after I re-read it and decided this was a good stopping point. Hopefully the graphic nature of this scene didn’t turn too many of you off.
Next up: Clues to the 2^nd Task and Harry and Marvolo prepare for the Resurrection!
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