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Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS UNCHARACTERISTICALLY GRAPHIC SCENES OF VIOLENCE, TORTURE, AND DEATH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

If you do not wish to read this proceed to the next chapter and just know that Parkinson dies for the things he has done.

REMEMBER – YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: TO REDUCE CONFUSION DURING THIS CHAPTER AS CHARACTERS ARE POLYJUICED INTO NOT ONLY OTHER PEOPLE BUT OPPOTSITE SEX, THE CHARACTER OF HARRY WILL BE REFERRED TO AS ANGEL/HARRY, AND THE ONE OF LUCIUS WILL BE NARCISSA/LUCIUS. THEIR GENDER DURING THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS FEMALE.

Malcolm Parkinson stepped to the ground without a single misstep as he arrived back in the jungle clearing. He glanced about nervously; something didn't feel right. Something didn't feel the same. He frowned as he tried to pinpoint what that might be, his wand held at the ready.

It had rained, and the entire place smelled of wet dirt and plants, but nothing looked out of the ordinary. He walked slowly around the building, noticing that the wet ground had given way to the weight of one of these stupid trees and it had fallen against the window of the room he knew he had his prisoners in. The top of the tree now was hiding even more of the building and the window seemed to be completely blocked off, even more blocked than it had been before. Suddenly he had a thought; he had shown that stringy blond-haired bastard Jorge where he had kept his prisoners; he should never have left them unattended. He wouldn't put it past him to backstab him and try to sneak in here and take the girl before it was time.

He muttered a revealing spell but found nothing was revealed by it. Scowling and feeling like something was off even more than ever, he started toward the building. He stepped inside and stood next to the wall a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting inside the building. His feeling of unease grew and he muttered a soft curse under his breath. Nothing inside looked disturbed either but there was… SOMETHING!

Cursing his own jumpiness and reactivity, he moved toward the door he was using as a prison, thinking that he had become far too paranoid since the loss of everything he had held dear. He consoled himself with the thought that perhaps now Malfoy would see reason and would return his rightful property to him. The Dark Prince was not a child, he was property and Malcolm was the creator and owner of that particularly valuable piece of property. He knew that the Ministry might give some of the others back to the men who had produced the sperm that had spawned them; that didn't bother him in the slightest. They had been Pansy's project of profit, not his of fame and glory. Let them all go back he really didn't care. But the Dark Prince… he was not like the others and his heritage, once fully known, would cause more than slight ruckus among those prudes who sat panel on the Wizengamot.

He didn't want to keep Narcissa; she far too much trouble. Years of living in the presence of that git Lucius Malfoy must have taught her a thing or two; she had been a good student at Hogwarts, he remembered, but occlumency had not been one of her skills. She had also proven to be entirely too strong-willed and was very difficult to manipulate. Placing her under the imperious curse had not had a strong effect; she had resisted to the last and only pain manipulation had finally dragged some of what he desired out of her. This morning he had forced her to write a letter to her husband asking him to please do as Malcolm wished and give up the Prince.

Not that anything had come from that Herculean effort and waste of energy; either Lucius Malfoy realized that the value of the boy he held was quite incalculable, or the rumors he had heard in school had been true and the blonde wizard did not care for his wife at all. He'd heard and seen nothing in response and he was growing frustrated. He didn't like that little child either; the little beast had hit and bit him already and he hoped that Jorge would give her a very difficult life in return for her violence.

The tiniest sound to his left made him stop again; he turned toward the large empty room of the abandoned building, staring closely at every detail with narrowed eyes, the tip of his wand glowing a dangerous green with a spell at the ready.

A tiny round-bodied golden bird flitted up from behind a box, its wings little more than a blur as it hovered, staring back at him almost accusatorily; looking like it was simply hung in the air. He gave a snort of derision. "Idiotic birds… the Ministry should have allowed you to be hunted to extinction." He growled, raising his wand at it, "Avada Kedavra!" He snarled. The flash of light enveloped the bird and passed it as well, and the tiny innocent bird was struck dead, falling over five feet to impact lifelessly on the cold stone concrete.

"Homenum revelio!" Malcolm snapped, and watched as the spell spread out over the room. Ron didn't know the particular use of that spell, though he was sure he'd heard Hermione use it once or twice a very long time ago. Malcolm stared at the room, not blinking, expecting to see the form of a human outlined hidden within the darker corners of the room.

Hunched over and completely hidden from view by the invisibility cloak, Ron sat in total silence. He had stifled as much of that sneeze as he had been able to, but had made enough noise to be heard over the sounds of the surrounding jungle. He watched apprehensively but finally Parkinson turned away and continued toward the room that Ron had re-sealed once he had come out. He spoke the release command and took the doorknob in hand, opening the door.

He stepped in, pushing the door fully open. Although there was a rush of relief over the fact that his prisoners were still where they had left them, that relief was very fleeting. Yes, the two were there sitting side by side – which was odd – with their backs against the north wall as far from the door as possible. But something was wrong with the picture he was seeing and he felt his paranoia rising again and was almost on the verge of simply leaving them locked in this room to suffer whatever death nature had prepared for them. He throttled that urge down and cleared his throat, not lowering his wand in the slightest. "It is time to go. Say good bye to this child; she is no longer my problem." He instructed, fully prepared for her to cause a problem over the waif.

"You have no control over where I go." Narcissa/Lucius, wearing the polyjuiced guise of his wife, answered from her seat on the floor.

"Get up. It's time go. Now." He growled at the woman he saw seated with her back against the far wall.

"Sectumsempra!" Narcissa/Lucius snarled, surging to his/her feet, throwing the spell wandless. She cursed, misjudging her new center of balance and nearly falling down but her eyes never left her quarry.

Malcolm was taken quite by surprise by the two glaring facts: first that his adult prisoner was throwing a spell at him wandless and secondly that she seemed to be able to see perfectly well. His paranoia did serve him well at this point; by the time that Narcissa/Lucius had finished speaking the spell, he was no longer standing where he had been. He leapt back out the doorway and into the hall beyond. Angel/Harry leapt to his feet as well and both he and Narcissa/Lucius pursued their quarry. Malcolm slammed the door shut behind him before they reached the door and fled onward.

"Bombarda!" Angel/Harry snarled, making a throwing motion with both cupped hands; the door was struck with a massive blasting force that blew it completely off its wooden frame, throwing the door back to slam and embed into the wall across the hallway.

Without hesitation, Narcissa/Lucius surged forward through the remains of the door to see Malcolm turning was halfway across the main room; he still had his wand out and ready. Parkinson wasted no time on words, snarling as he threw another spell at them; a cloud of acid billowed toward them both.

Narcissa/Lucius threw an arm to the side and the acid cloud cleared to the left; Angel/Harry surged forward and performed another throwing motion; ice daggers appeared out of nowhere and shot with blinding speed toward Parkinson.

"Protego!" Malcolm snapped and the ice daggers were mostly stopped, shattering into a shower of sparkling shards. One managed to get through and sliced like a razor through his left arm, an injury barely an eighth of an inch deep. The blood only enraged him more; he surprised both of them by charging toward them, swinging his wand like a sword with a howl of rage.

The two leapt apart, which was precisely what Malcolm had expected them to do; he immediately cast a wind spell before they recovered their stance and drove the acid cloud back to surround Angel/Harry and simultaneously then turned and leapt forward at Narcissa/Lucius with a maddened snarl, no sign of sense in his eyes whatsoever.

Angel/Harry felt the acid of the noxious cloud burning her eyes/throat and was unable to speak to cast the spell to get rid of it. Without help she would have only minutes longer to live as the cloud ate her alive, literally starting to burn off and melt away flesh.

"Aguacero!" Ron cried out and Angel/Harry was driven to her knees by a sudden downpour of water that seemed to come from the air above her and was focused only on her. The red-haired wizard had used a spell to summon together the local humidity and concentrate it down as a literal downpour of water that not only neutralized the acidic cloud, it stopped the burning that the acid had caused and cooled her injuries.

"Thanks Ron." Angel/Harry muttered as she got back to her feet on the slippery concrete; forcing her injured eyes to focus and get back into the battle.

Malcolm pursued Narcissa/Lucius about the room, slashing wildly with the wand with no regular pattern whatsoever, forcing her to retreat and simply block blow after blow. She snarled and threw up a protection charm then surged forward through it, turning the tables but not before Malcolm managed to land two hits on her arms, leaving the right one bleeding profusely as well as a cut on the bridge of her nose.

Malcolm noticed Angel/Harry coming up from behind and threw a protection between himself and Narcissa/Lucius almost simultaneously throwing a flame spell at Harry. "Conflagre!"

Angel/Harry was struck hard by the force of the spell; it was clear that Parkinson had been using very little magic lately because he had plenty to use today. If she had not just been doused by water, she probably would have been on fire by the force and heat of the spell; as it was, she was mostly dried off and her clothes were smoking slightly as she got back to her feet again.

"You want Malfoy blood, do you?" Narcissa/Lucius snarled and the blood drips that had hit the floor flew upward, transforming into little projectiles of deepest red. These magical bullets that shot forward at Malcolm the moment his shield dispersed; Parkinson almost immediately reacted with another defensive shield which did stop some of them but not all; one hit him in the thigh and another in the lower chest, embedding well under the skin.

Malcolm cried out and snarled "Bombarda!" using foolish amounts of power to strike back. Narcissa/Lucius' shield prevented her from being burned by the spell but could not block the sheer power and explosive force of the blast; he was slammed back hard into the stone wall.

Angel/Harry leapt forward and slashed down with his wand; the cut across Malcolm's face and shoulder made him scream out in pain. He snarled and threw up a dazzling charm, making it impossible for her to look at him and he turned and dashed for the door, surprisingly light on his feet despite all of his injuries.

Ron intervened again, seeing that Narcissa/Lucius was still getting back to his feet, clearly injured by the impact with the wall. He cast a simple trip-jinx that made Parkinson's left foot stick to the floor momentarily and causing him to fall over, thus slowing him down.

Despite being dazzled, Angel/Harry snarled "Petrificus Totalus!" in an attempt to stop the older wizard from getting out the door, lunging forward to try to seize him. She'd underestimated how close she was and she ran into his back. Realizing this, she seized a hold of his shirt.

There was a flash of purple the moment before her spell shot out to envelop Malcolm that repulsed Angel/Harry violently away from him, causing the spell to go awry and sending her light frame airborne. The older wizard seized the doorframe and got to his feet to escape into the jungle, stepping out onto the loose gravel on the dilapidated wet road outside the building.

Ron wasn't having that; there was no way this demented bastard was getting free! He quickly considered his options and came up with another that would be highly effective but not break his word of not interfering. He aimed carefully as Angel/Harry was still in close range, then barked the ancient spell. "Xeonllos Reversium!"

The spell worked exactly as he had intended; Malcolm fell to the ground in a heap and found he was unable to get back to his feet. He pushed himself up and stared at his legs; they were bent at the knee but the knees somehow had been spelled to the BACK of his legs instead of the front! Like a bird, his legs were bending completely backwards at the knee and he had no idea how the hell to stand up like this. "Finite incantatem!" he snapped, wand pointed at his strangely angled legs. There was no change; his legs still bent backwards at that weird angle.

Malcolm looked up at a crunch in the gravel to see Narcissa/Lucius standing over him, and Angel/Harry right at her side. "Expelliarmus!" the slim woman snarled and Malcolm's wand was blasted mercilessly out of his hand and at the same moment the girl snapped "Incarcerous!" and magical ropes snaked out of nowhere, binding him from shoulder to ankle tightly. He had no chance and no way to escape now.

"Mobilicorpus." Narcissa/Lucius said, and Malcolm was lifted into the air, and she guided his writhing body back toward the building.

"Let me go, you mad bitch!" Malcolm demanded.

"Silencio!" Angel/Harry snapped; she wasn't going to let him say anything at all.

Ron was awaiting them both outside, just outside of the doorframe. He wordlessly pressed a potion into each of the incoming female's hands.

"Thanks Ron." Harry said quietly.

"No problem mate." He answered, watching the body drift past him inside, waiting for the others to pass him completely before he closed the door to outside behind them.

Parkinson was lying prone on the floor, stripped of his wizard's robes and bare-chested. Magical chains had been summoned up out of the floor and bound him about the hands, upper arms, legs, ankles, and even one band was strung across his waist. He was going nowhere. The spell of silence had long since worn off, but Malcolm lay silently as long as they did nothing and ignored him. Each time he attempted to talk to them they had simply walked out of the room. He was beginning to believe that they were waiting for the Aurors to come and take him prisoner until they had resumed their normal forms.

"Its time for you to pay for everything you've done to my family." Lucius growled. He had simply kept his prisoner bound long enough for the effects of the polyjuice potion to expire, revealing to Malcolm Parkinson exactly who it was that he was dealing with. Ron had taken the cloak off and stowed it before he had followed them into the room.

"You stole our dreams, Parkinson; you and your maniacal twisted daughter." Harry growled softly.

"I am not responsible for the actions of my daughter; I did nothing to you or your…"

"You and that German freak showed her how to do it! You gave her the tools and the equipment she needed to do it! You may as well have done every bit of it yourself, you twisted bastard!" Harry growled at him. "You deserve nothing short of death."

"And he shall have it." Lucius said coldly, glaring down at Malcolm. "Your fate has not been decided by Harry nor myself; it has been decided by you Parkinson. What you have done to others shall be done to you." Lucius said in a dangerous, low tone. "You took the eyesight of my wife. You used acid to attack my son-in-law who you thought was my little granddaughter. You will suffer the same fate that you tried to visit upon them." He said, standing over Malcolm and pointing his wand at the eyes of his prisoner.

He murmured a soft word and a thin stream of liquid formed on the tip of the wand. It splashed down directly into Malcolm's eyes and his mouth opened as a scream of excruciating pain was ripped out of his throat. The acid goo that dripped from Lucius' wand did exactly as he expected it to; the skin bubbled and sizzled and burned away, then the stuff proceeded to eat directly into his eyeballs, causing the orbs to burst and froth in bloody bubbles that burned the skin as it dribbled down the sides of his face. His back arched and he writhed, struggling hard against his bonds as he caught just enough breath to scream in agony again as both Harry and Lucius watched with grim expressions of satisfaction reflected on their faces.

Ron paled and stepped back. The blood feud wasn't his; that was for sure, and he really had seen enough just by that of the punishment that Malcolm was going to have to endure. The smell of burning flesh seemed to cling to his clothes as he hurried out to fresh air as his stomach heaved; he barely made it outside before he threw up.

Harry glanced after his friend but Lucius didn't care at all that Ron had rushed out for whatever reason. He had his quarry and he would be damned if he allowed him to live after all the things that he had done to the Malfoy clan. He had not been able to exact vengeance upon Pansy but this was better; he would make sure that her father paid for every minute of lost time with his grandchildren and especially his granddaughter whose life had been taken.

Malcolm lay limply, blinded forever, taking long shuddering pain-wracked breaths. "You're mad, Malfoy…" he whispered hoarsely.

"Of course I am, Parkinson. I'm not simply mad, I'm furious and I have every right to do anything I wish to you; I have blood feud filed against your entire family; with you and your daughter specifically. Your life was forfeit the moment that I set hands upon you."

"So taking my life and be having as a murderous insane animal is going to make things better for you?" he demanded in an accusing tone.

"No, it won't change anything that has happened. But it will make ME feel better, and it will show others what will happen if they follow your example and decide to FUCK with the Malfoy family." Lucius snarled at him. "Crucio!" he snarled.

Malcolm was immediately wracked with pain and he began to scream in pain once more.

"Your family killed my daughter!" Harry snapped. He waited until the moment that Lucius released his torture spell to use one of his own; a particularly nasty spell that he had never had reason to use on anything living before. "You put the Dark Mark on four innocent souls! You stripped them of any chance of a normal life!" He said accusingly, then stepped forward. "Sponas!" he growled, using an old English spell to used to peel precise layers of bark off delicate trees without killing the tree. It turned out to be just as effective on human skin.

A thin line appeared in the flesh of Malcolm's chest; Harry made a ripping motion with his wand and the skin was ripped away in a long strip about an inch wide but barely a sixteenth of an inch deep, very precise. The gouge ended up being nearly six inches long and instantly took to bleeding. Malcolm cried out again, voice growing hoarse, trying to form words that would not come. He was slipping into shock.

"One for each of them." Harry snarled and then did the spell again, taking a second strip from the center of his chest.

Lucius watched in satisfaction as Malcolm suffered through the skin being stripped off his body. He allowed the man to have a moment to regain his breath, gasping as his chest oozed blood that trickled down his body. "You would have used fire on my granddaughter and wife." He pointed out, and then hit the wounded man with a minor blast of fire; just enough to cauterize his wounds and blister the skin around, keeping him from bleeding further and at the same time causing more intense pain.

"You took away our children's abilities to play and have a normal childhood." Harry continued. "You crippled these children by teaching them spells that they should never have learned before adulthood. You handicapped them. For that I will ensure that you are handicapped yourself." Harry gestured with his wand.

Malcolm felt excruciating pain on the tips of each finger and each toe; his toenails and fingernails were all ripped out of their beds, one by one.

"You were going to force them to age before their time." Lucius accused. "You were planning to stretch those innocent children to fit your plans and designs; so you will be shown the pain of being stretched beyond what your body will accept." A sweep of his wand and the cuffs on ankles and wrists began to migrate away from the rest of his body, stretching him as if he was on a muggle rack in the Dark Ages. Lucius listened to Parkinson scream again with clear satisfaction.

"Stop…! Oh Merlin… please… just kill me…." Malcolm whimpered when Lucius allowed the pressure to ease a moment.

"You heartlessly killed several of my daughters." Harry growled. "You expect me to give you any sort of relief? I'll never have relief from my pain. You killed them; I'll never have the chance to even see any of them."

"They weren't even human… they would not have lived…"

"Every one of them deserved a chance to live! You fed them poisons!"

"For science… Warrington…" he began, trying to implicate the man.

"Warrington is now my personal servant. You vastly underestimated his value when he worked for you; he is quite a useful fellow. You were a fool in more than one way, Parkinson." Lucius sneered at him, waving his wand and pulling his arms and legs farther from the anchored center of the body. The ball joints of the large sockets groaned against the cartilage anchoring them in place, and then they began to pull free of that restriction, bones popping as they pulled free, muscles and tendons tearing. Lucius allowed the pulling to stop before flesh began to rip. The areas around his shoulders were purpling and bleeding internally.

"You stole my sperm to make little copies of me. You stole my right to decide how and when a child of mine will be born. For this you will lose any right to have your family line continue in any way." Harry growled. "Sectumsempra!" he snapped, pointing at the groin of the man strapped down to the floor.

Multiple slices appeared across his legs and groin; slicing deeply into the flesh there and causing blood to well up quickly, spilling to the floor and pooling about his legs and crotch. Malcolm let out a bloodcurdling scream as the spell severed his penis and left only a tiny tag of skin connected of his scrotum.

Lucius pointed his wand at the area, "Episkey." He said with a detested look; he had no intention of allowing this man to have the easy death that would be caused by loss of too much blood. Parkinson panted, his face contorted by pain that had not been helped by the healing spell. The parts that had been severed were not restored by the healing.

All of them heard a good deal of noise suddenly from the main room just beyond the hall. The timbre of two different men's voices was clear to be heard; Ron's voice was clear as well as another male's.

"Silencio!" Lucius hissed as he cast the spell on the faintly moaning man. He then started toward the door with Harry close behind. They emerged from the hall with wands at the ready.

Ron was standing over the petrified and bound body of a man with stringy yellow hair, having just picked up his dropped wand.

Lucius smiled wickedly; this was the man who had wished to purchase his little Angel…? Perfect. Absolutely perfect. "You know, Weasley, I would never have believed that you had it in you." He commented, a bit of a backhanded compliment.

Ron wiped a trickle of blood from his lip; he clearly had not escaped the battle without some sort of injury. "Harry and I worked on dueling for a while; we were both going to be Aurors but the testing showed me that I didn't have the stomach for their questioning techniques." He shrugged.

"Clearly." Lucius agreed with a smirk.

"I wasn't sure who he was but I figured if he was coming in here like he owned the place, that maybe he was the one that Angel was talking about." Ron went on, his wand still pointed at his prisoner.

"Impressive." Lucius grinned wickedly.

"Good show, mate." Harry said, moving to his friend's side, looking him over. Ron still was extremely pale and clearly he could get sick again at any moment, and his button-down shirt looked scorched and burned in areas. He'd been hit with something but was refusing to show it. "You have any of those healing potions left?"

"No; Snape only left one for each of you." He answered.

"You need some medical attention I think." Harry said quietly.

"I'll survive. You two are too busy to pay attention to what's going on out here." Ron said evenly.

"We'll set up a ward outside…"

"I'm not leaving, Harry." The redhead had a clearly stubborn look on his face, folding his arms. "A ward is fine and dandy but you need someone out here who's not drained who can keep watch. I'll be fine. You may as well give up trying to get me to go."

Lucius eyed the younger man then nodded and turned away. "Let him stay, Potter. We have business to attend to. He has no injury that is life-threatening or it would already be evident."

"Go on, Harry." Ron said firmly. "I'll watch until you two are done."

Harry paused a moment, then nodded. "All right." He agreed, resting a hand a moment on Ron's shoulder. "Let us know if anyone else shows, mate. Not everyone's going to be as surprised as this bloke was."

"I will. Go on, get done with this and get back. Maybe Hermione will still be there; I'd love to chat with her for a bit…"

"I'm sure you would. All right. We'll get this wrapped up." He patted Ron's shoulder and moved after Lucius, who was moving the body back into the room to join their other prisoner.

Ron watched them only a moment and then turned to go back outside. He did not intend to hang around inside and listen to anything that was going on; he had already been sick once from the smell of burned flesh and that was enough for him. He was more than happy to stay outside and make sure that whatever was going on inside would not be disturbed.

Harry was only a minute or so behind Lucius, but by the time that he entered the room the blonde man was unconscious and had been stowed in a corner of the room, out of the way. Lucius was standing over Parkinson with his wand and had used it to burn a good portion of his upper chest, the stench of burned flesh quite prevalent in the room. The prisoner's burned out eyes stared sightlessly up at the ceiling, a dry sob coming out of a tortured throat. "Enough… Malfoy, enough… even the Dark Lord wasn't this cruel…" he whispered.

"Before you die I want to know one thing." Harry said in a quiet, dangerous tone. "Why. Why the bloody hell did you do this to me and my family? Why did you do this to all of the wizarding families?"

Parkinson took a slow, shuddering breath; he was amazed at how clear his mind was in spite of all the pain. "I did nothing to harm anyone intentionally. It was more than that, so much more. I wanted to create a proper leader; I wasn't trying to cause trouble I was trying to save the entire wizarding world..."

"Save them how, exactly? By cloning Potter? By killing innocent babies? By trying to bring back that maniac Tom Riddle?" he sneered.

"Riddle had the right idea but he went about it all in the wrong way. He made himself the apex of all power." He murmured in a defensive tone. "He had no true allies anywhere; no one he could trust and no one to support him. If he had a true support system then he would be sitting in the Ministry of Magic instead of that fool McClaggen..."

"We can all agree that McClaggen is an ineffectual dolt, but he was elected to his position by the Wizengamot whether you like it or not." Harry said.

"So you created babies from Harry's and my son's own essence?" Lucius probed.

"Yes, it was the obvious choice. Potter defeated the Dark Lord. Your son, his true soul-mate, would be the ultimate support for him. Guards, trusted guards were necessary and someone of great charisma to draw everyone willingly into the following..."

"A pretty pack of little tools to fulfill your plan and provide YOU with ultimate power, that's what you were designing." Lucius snarled.

"Not a tool… my son… my Dark Prince…" he began to sob in grief over the loss of the one thing that had meant the most to him. "You don't understand…"

"I understand that you were willing to kill anyone or anything that did not suit your plans, including innocent children." Harry retorted.

"It was in the name of science; in the name of progress. The first were nothing more than deformed bits of skin and bone..."

"But the more recent ones, the ones you poisoned to death with dragon's blood potions?" Harry reached into a pocket and pulled a phial out. "What about them?"

"The perfect balance had to be reached." he murmured, his voice growing weaker. It was clear the he was losing his mental focus and clarity.

"They were my grandchildren." Lucius snarled at him, lashing out with his wand again, leaving a gash in his side. He then whipped his wand to the slab of broken stone that had been the side of the wall, broken by their battle to capture their prisoner. He levitated that slab of mortared bricks Parkinson's ankles. He made no comment this time to justify what he was about to do; he simply let the spell holding the slab of stone release. It slammed down with an audible crunch as bones instantly gave way and were crushed to nothing, vanishing beneath the piece of wall that weighed hundreds of pounds. Malcolm Parkinson screamed hoarsely, and then began to sob openly, begging them to kill him.

"Oh no. No mercy. You showed none, you'll get none." Lucius snarled, giving the block a nudge and causing it to fall over and crush his lower legs and knees as well. Parkinson sobbed, trying to use his ruined arms and pull his hands free, his shoulders wracked with pain.

Harry seized the man's jaw and forced him to take the bottle of red liquid in his hand. Parkinson choked on it at first, but eventually enough of it went down for it to begin to take effect. "Let's see if you're good enough for the 'perfect balance' you sought so hard to achieve!" He snarled.

Parkinson's entire body shuddered and a trickle of blood came from the corner of his mouth as he coughed; the very concoction created for him at his own order that he had used to test the children for the proper mix of siren blood was eating him up from the inside out. He writhed in agony, choking and coughing up blood. Lucius watched in silence, watching as the potion slowly killed the man, burning as it proceeded through his internal organs.

Harry threw the vial aside, allowing it to smash against the wall as he turned his back to let death finally take the man. He had done all he was going to and now it was time to stop focusing on death. He was looking forward to getting back to his family and back to the business of life.

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