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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36576 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Harry was vibrating again, but Severus could understand his excitement, so he held his tongue and allowed the exuberance to show as it would. They went through the Floo to Riddle Manor and Tom was waiting in the receiving room for them.

“Welcome to my home. Harry, there are Death Eaters on patrol. Keep in mind how you must address me in their presence.” He said firmly.

Harry smiled. “Of course, my dear Marvolo.” He purred, and Tom smiled fondly.

“There are two places they are not allowed: my bedroom and the dungeons. Only in those places are you allowed to address me more familiarly.” Tom told him.

Harry nodded. “I will keep that in mind.” He promised.

“He’d better not be going into your bedroom at all!” Severus snapped as they headed out of the room.

Tom smiled. “Of course, that will wait until he is older.” He assured the man.

Severus growled. “It had better wait until I am dead!”

Tom stopped and eyed him. “That can be arranged.” He said evenly.

Harry stepped between them. “We can discuss this later. Without threats. Come on, let’s go do what we are here for.” He said.

Tom sighed and continued leading them through the Manor to the stairs. He led them down to the dungeons and they all stopped in front of the cells. Tom had moved each Dursley to their own cell so they couldn’t gang up on anyone that entered the cell to torture them.

Harry stepped up to the bars. “Hello. My, Uncle Vernon, Dudley! You’ve lost weight!” He said, surprised.

Vernon turned red and growled. “You little freak! You touch my family and I’ll kill you this time, I swear it!”

Tom saw how Harry stiffened at the word ‘freak,’ freezing up, and cast a Crucio on the man. “I told you,” He shouted over the screams, “That you will treat him with proper respect! What are you to call him?” He asked, then lifted the curse.

“Little shit.” Vernon muttered.

Tom sighed and put him under the curse again. “Wrong answer. One more try before I have Severus cut out your tongue before he does anything else. You call him...?” He lifted the curse and Vernon looked up from the floor, glaring balefully at Harry as he trembled with the aftermath of the curse.

“My Prince.” He spat.

Tom nodded. “Much better.”

“What freaky thing did you do to your body? Why do you look different?!” Vernon demanded.

Harry smiled. “I was under a blood-based glamour this whole time. The very same blood you liked to spill so often. It’s off of me now, and this is how I really look. I look like my father.” He said, turning to look proudly at Severus.

Severus took a step forward and smiled. “Hello, Petunia. Thank you for taking in my son when I was unable to. Unfortunately, you did not treat him properly. And for that, you shall have to pay.” He said softly.

Petunia paled. “I didn’t know he was yours! I thought his father was dead!”

Severus hummed. “That is a weak defence, indeed. Even being an orphan does not make one deserving of the misery your family heaped upon him. You have much to atone for, and I will make you pay for every scrap of affection you denied an innocent child.”

Harry’s smile turned vicious. “And Dudders, you get the honour of being my first kill. I will always remember you. You should feel proud.”

Dudley paled and pissed himself.

Harry sneered. “Disgusting.” He cast a Scourgify on him.

Dudley screamed until he realised he was only being cleaned.

“I’m going to kill you later, don’t get all frightened yet. You get to watch your parents die, first. Like I got to when I was only a baby.” Harry told him.

Tom stiffened. “Harry—”

“I already forgave you, but it doesn’t change the facts. I still saw them die.” Harry told the man.

Tom sighed. “That is true.” He agreed heavily.

“Anyway, first order of business!” Harry said, clapping his hands together and smiling. He pulled a potions vial out of his pocket. “This little bottle of wonderfulness will let you feel everything you each did to me, from my perspective. It won’t physically harm you, just feel like it. It will leave you sane at the end, but you may wish for death by that time. You may beg for it, if you want, but your pleas will unfortunately fall on deaf ears. Vernon, you get to go first!” Harry said cheerfully. He turned to Tom. “Imperio?” He requested.

Tom smiled. “You cast it, Harrison. I picked up this for you.” He said, handing over a wand. “It’s a blank. You may cast whatever you want with it, and keep it in your bedroom, where it will be safe. That way, you cannot be caught casting the Unforgivables. It will be our secret. Well, ours and my servants’.”

Harry took the wand. A warmth spread through him, but it was not as strong a feeling of homecoming as his true wand. “Phoenix feather?” He asked.

Tom shook his head. “Dragon heartstring. You will find as you get closer to your inheritance that dragon has a better resonance with you.” He told the boy.

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll need to replace mine when I inherit, then.”

“And we will get you a proper wand, custom-made.” Severus said. “Now, you had a plan?”

Harry nodded. “Right.”

He walked up to the cell and pointed the wand at Vernon. “Imperio.” He cast, and a feeling of power spread through him as Vernon’s face slackened.

Harry had him stand, then unlocked the cell door and went in. He opened the potions vial and held it to Vernon’s mouth as the man obediently drank it down, then left the cell and ended the Imperius.

Vernon began to shake and scream. Harry watched dispassionately as he fell to the floor, curling in on himself and shielding his neck, head and organs the same way Harry had, so many times. He cried and yelped and begged for mercy that would never come. This went on for about forty-five minutes.

Then he arched back and screamed, a sound so raw it was heart-wrenching, and Harry knew the rapes had started.

He bit his lip and turned away, tears in his eyes, and felt arms wrap around him. He inhaled and the scent of potions ingredients filled his lungs. He clung to Severus and shed a few tears, listening to the man begging for it to ‘please stop’ and repeating ‘I’ll be good.’

“He cannot hurt you. You are safe, and it will never happen again. This is your vengeance. You are merely evening the score. Settling his debts.” Severus assured him.

Harry took a deep breath, straightened, and turned back to watch as the man screamed a few more times, whimpered a bit, then stilled and breathed heavily.

Harry stepped up to the bars. “How did it feel, Vernon? Did it feel as good from that side as it did from yours? Do you regret it?” He asked coldly.

Vernon looked up at him, tears and snot all over his face, and whispered a broken, “Yes.”

Harry smiled. “Too bad it’s too little, too late. Regret will not absolve you of your sins, just like it will not take away my scars, both mental and physical.” He told the man. “You still have to die. But this way, you can do it with knowledge of why it has to happen. With both eyes open.”

Vernon whimpered as Severus stepped up to the cell. “You wronged my son, and as such, I claim first blood.” He opened the cell and Vernon scrambled to his feet, backing away. Severus cast a body-bind on him and bound him to the corner he had backed into.

“You beat him,” Severus cut off his hands, and the screaming began again, “Kicked him,” He cut his feet, but left them attached so Vernon could still stand, “Starved him,” Severus dug his wand into Vernon’s stomach and cast a curse that would open the lining of his stomach, but not let him die as fluids leaked out, burning organs they contacted, “And, worst of all, you raped him and stole his innocence.”

Petunia gasped at hearing that, horrified that such a thing had happened in her home.

Severus cast a slicing curse and Vernon screamed even louder as the crotch of his pants turned red with blood. “And now, My Lord, you may have your turn.” He said, leaving the cell.

Harry eyed Petunia and Dudley. Both were wide-eyed, shaking and sobbing, and Dudley looked ready to vomit. Revenge was sweet, indeed. Now they, too, knew the fear he had lived with every single day he’d spent with them.

The fear of his imminent death.

Tom stepped up to Vernon, a manic, insane light in his blood-red eyes, and Harry shivered.

Tom turned to face him, and spoke softly. “Don’t look away, Harrison. You need to see this to truly understand me, and I want no secrets between us, my darling Prince. You need to know me. All of me. The good, and the bad.”

Harry swallowed in trepidation, but nodded, wordlessly. He did need to know how bad it could be, the lengths Tom would go to to protect what was his, and what fate would await him should he turn from the man.

He only hoped he never had cause to worry.

Tom looked at Vernon and tutted. “You’ll bleed out if we leave those wounds open. Silly Severus. He should have cauterised them for you. Here, I’ll do it.” He said, sounding playful. He aimed for one of Vernon’s bleeding stumps. “Incendio.”

Vernon screamed as the wound caught fire, burning bright for a few seconds before Tom extinguished the flame. The wound was no longer bleeding, but was covered in a blackened mass of bubbling, blistered flesh.

Tom nodded. “Well, the bleeding has stopped. That is good. What’s that? You want the same for the other arm?”

Vernon sobbed and shook his head, repeating, “No, no, no.”

Tom shrugged. “Very well, then. Incendio.”

Vernon screamed, and it turned into a gurgle as something in his abused throat tore, blood filling his trachea.

Tom cast a non-verbal spell, and Vernon coughed up a large amount of bright red blood.

“Let’s heal that throat of yours so you can scream for me some more. It’s such a delightful sound.” Tom told him cheerfully.

Harry took deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

He had nothing to fear from this man.

He was loved. He was treasured.

Tom looked at the blood covering his crotch. “There is still one more area in need of medical attention, it would seem.” He mused, then pointed his wand at the area, and, one more time, cast the fire spell.

The trousers and pants burned away as Vernon screamed, a sound born of pure agony, and his flaccid, charred cock fell to the ground.

This finally made Dudley vomit.

Harry watched with a detached kind of fascination.

Tom was in his element, casting curses Harry had never heard of, each scream and cry of pain and plea for mercy or death only making him giddier, drunk on his own power.

After fifteen minutes of torture he stopped, and fell silent, listening to the broken man beg for death.

“What’s that?” He asked. “End it? Kill you?”

Vernon nodded weakly. “Please.” He whispered hoarsely, voice raspy from screaming and sobbing.

Tom sighed. “Oh, very well.” He pointed his wand at the man and spoke firmly. “Avada Kedavra.”

Vernon slumped against his bonds, eyes wide open and sightless.

Petunia was wild with fear, sobbing and shaking and losing her head as she carried on.

Dudley could only stare, transfixed and mute with terror.

Harry swallowed as Tom cleaned himself off and came toward him, slowly.

“Harrison?” He questioned, standing ten feet away from the teen. “Was it too much? Can you still find tenderness for me, somewhere?” He asked, sounding unsure and tentative. He opened his arms for a hug. “I did this for you.” He whispered.

Harry took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and walked up to Tom. He walked into his open arms and cuddled up to his chest, sighing happily as warm arms enfolded him.

Somehow, he still felt safe here.

“Thank you. But never make me watch something like that again. I don’t think I could handle it if the person hadn’t wronged me personally.”

Tom chuckled and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Never again, darling.” He promised.
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