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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Tom stood at the front of the room, regal and composed, and Harry stood next to him, smiling cheerfully behind his silver mask. His consort robes were freshly cleaned and wrinkle-free, since he knew this was an important moment for his mate-to-be, and he wanted to do his part by looking his absolute best. Tom needed this night to be a perfect memory to look back on, as he would be relishing it for years to come.

This was going to be his crowning glory; the moment he took down his fiercest adversary.

After all the Death Eaters had arrived, Tom smiled and opened his arms to encompass the whole body of Death Eaters and Hopefuls alike. “My faithful, and those that follow my beloved, today is a wondrous moment in our history! It is the day I finally lay to rest my oldest foe. We have Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the light side, and the thorn in my side for the last forty years!”

There was a mighty cheer at that.

“He is in magic-dampening cuffs at the moment, and he has a habit of wandless magic, so we will be leaving those on him tonight. As a reward for faithful service, several of you will be called forward to cast one spell only of your choosing on him. Think on it now because I will have little patience for waiting, and we have some people to get through before I finish it.” He said. “Now, we see him brought low and ended at last.” He turned to Severus. “Severus, will you go to the dungeons and retrieve our guest of honour?”

Severus smiled. “I will, My Lord.” He headed out of the room and toward the stairs to the dungeons.

When he got down there, he found Dumbledore sitting in a corner, looking downtrodden indeed. He unlocked the door and the man brightened. “Severus, you have to help me get out of here! He’s going to kill me! I need to escape, and the Order needs to be alerted to where he lives!”

Severus smiled viciously. “And now, old man, you learn where my true loyalties lie. Come, My Lord wishes a word with you.” He grabbed the man by the elbow and began almost dragging him to the stairs.

Dumbledore tried to resist, but Severus easily led him to the stairs and began dragging him up them. Dumbledore stopped resisting about three steps up and went willingly to his certain doom.

He paled when Severus led him into the room, and he saw that he was walking into a full meeting.

Tom smiled maliciously. “Albus,” He purred at the man. “So nice of you to join us. We have quite the night planned for you tonight. So many fun activities.” He wrapped an arm around the slim figure at his side. “But first, my beloved has a question to ask you, and since you refused to answer him last time, he will be giving you some herbal help.”

Harry took off his silver mask and grinned at the man, holding up the vial of Veritaserum his father had handed him that morning. He walked up to Dumbledore and used a spell to pry the man’s mouth open and poured in much more than he should have used. Dumbledore’s face slackened and he began drooling as he stared vacantly ahead. Harry snorted. “Dad, did you bring antidote?” He asked.

Severus sighed in disgust. “Not enough to fix him from this far gone, so he will be honest all night, but I can bring him back to his senses enough to appreciate the pain fully, at least.” He answered.

Harry nodded. “That will be enough.” He faced Dumbledore. “Now, tell me, you sick fuck: How many times?”

Dumbledore didn’t even fight, just answered in a monotone: “Three. Once a year after your first.”

Harry paled, then turned away. As he walked up to stand beside Tom, he whispered to the man. “Kill him slowly.”

Tom gently turned him around. “Get your revenge first. Whatever you want. Three spells.”

Harry hummed and walked back over to Dumbledore as Minerva looked on, her mouth pinched into a thin line at the unwelcome news.

Harry lifted his wand and whispered, “I’m sure you will feel this a lot tonight; Death Eaters are not a particularly creative bunch. Crucio!”

Dumbledore went down, screaming and convulsing, and most of the assembled Death Eaters flinched at the apparent power of their Lord’s consort, to cast a torture curse strong enough to bring the leader of the light side to his knees with little effort.

After about three minutes, Harry ended the spell and motioned Severus over. “I want him to really feel this one, so give him the antidote.”

Severus snorted and force-fed the man that Veritaserum antidote, then stepped back, and Harry raised his wand again.

“Contundito.”

Dumbledore cried out as he was slowly compressed, and Harry gained a manic smile as he heard bones snapping periodically.

He let up on the spell and tapped his chin as he considered his next move. “Let’s see… Oh! Femur frango!” He aimed at the left leg and Dumbledore cried out and collapsed to one side, his leg now unable to hold him up due to the break.

He shot a smile at Bellatrix, who smiled at him proudly and inclined her head in silent approval.

“All done. Have a good rest of the night, Sir! I know I will!” Harry said happily, then skipped up to the front of the room, kissing his consort and looking smugly satisfied.

“Very good job, love.” Tom said, then turned to Severus. “Two spells, for the two big tasks he set you, which could both have ended your life prematurely.”

Severus hummed, then strode up to the man. “For having me keep guard over someone marked for death when I thought I should have hated him, I’ll show you what my creation feels like. This is the spell that earned me a reputation among my peers.” He raised his wand and cast a Sectumsempra at Dumbledore, cutting him open from the bottom of his ear to the corner of his mouth. He hummed. “I suppose I will heal part of that, so you do not bleed out.” He incanted the lyrical, lilting healing spell, sealing the top of it, but leaving the corner of his mouth bloody and sluggishly oozing. “I do not regret keeping Harrison safe, of course, but it was still a risk I should not have been asked to take without all the pertinent information. And well you knew it. Next, for sending me in to ‘spy’ for you: ignis vena!” He stood there and watched impassively as Dumbledore screamed, petrifying him when he began to claw at himself to relieve the burning in his veins caused by the blood-boiling curse. “Now, now. We don’t claw ourselves.”

Luna giggled, and Harry smiled in her direction indulgently. She couldn’t participate, since she needed to stay pure to keep her link to Lady Magic, but it seemed she had no problem watching and enjoying it.

After five minutes, Severus ended the spell and turned to walk away as Dumbledore panted raggedly. As he headed back to his spot, he rasped out, “Severus, do you really hate me so much that you’d follow a monster instead of me?”

Severus stopped, turned, and fixed him with an icy glare. “You have done far more to the people here than anyone else in this room has. Who exactly is the monster here, I wonder?”

Dumbledore looked dismayed, then became angry. “The world will see what kind of man you are—what kinds of people you all are—and you will all end up paying for your crimes!” He shouted.

“I'm sure we will, but as I aim to become Minister for Magic, I’m sure I will find it in my heart to give my fellows bearable sentences. They will survive their recompense for being Death Eaters. Indeed, I believe my darling Harrison will insist on lenient sentencing.” Tom said lightly, buffing his nails on his robe as he spoke, the very picture of blasé nonchalance.

Harry grinned. “Yes, love, I’m afraid I will have to insist. I've always been told how good it is to love and forgive. Everyone should be given second chances.” He agreed.

He could see a vein throbbing on Dumbledore’s forehead.

Tom cleared his throat. “Who is next? Ah, yes. Now, Augustus, don’t be mad, you are getting a spell too, but for a different reason. Regulus, why don't you make your presence known and take your pound of flesh for the death of your beloved Maryellen?”

Sirius gasped and craned his neck to see his brother, whose return had been kept secret until that moment.

Augustus Rookwood stopped the masked figure as he passed and his soft, “Make it worth my sister's death, Black.” Carried through the room.

Regulus inclined his head and continued on his way. He stopped in front of Dumbledore, removed his mask, and smiled. “Hello. Your part in my fiancée’s death has not been forgiven or forgotten. Now you pay.” He cast a nonverbal spell and Dumbledore screamed as his hair began falling out.

“What was that?” Tom asked.

Regulus smiled. “Follicle death curse. Each hair follicle is dying a painful death right now, all at once.” He said lightly. “It's painful, but not deadly. I want him to survive to feel more pain. I’m eager to see what Bella comes up with.” He said over Dumbledore's screams.

Tom chuckled. “Impressive. I like it.” He said.

Regulus bowed to him, then locked eyes with Sirius. “We'll talk later.” He promised softly, then took his place among the Death Eaters again.

Tom chuckled to himself as he watched Dumbledore’s hair trickle off his head, slowly coating the floor around him. “You’ve made a mess, old man.” He cast a silencing charm before Dumbledore could make what was sure to be a scathing retort, judging by the look in his eyes. “Ah, ah, we have young, impressionable ears present. No naughty words.”

“What the fuck could he say that we haven’t already heard?” Harry asked wryly.

“Harrison! Language!” Severus snapped.

Sirius turned to add his two cents and Harry shot him a quelling look. “Not here, not now. Remember who you are beholden to while you wear that cowl.” He warned.

Sirius gritted his teeth, but nodded once. “Yes, My Prince.”

Harry smiled at him. “You may verbally flay me in private.” He promised. “It’s only here that the act will earn you pain.”

Sirius sighed and nodded again, then turned to face Dumbledore once more.

“Rookwood, your turn. You are getting to avenge your time spent in Azkaban, as well as the reparations you will have to pay later for your time as a Death Eater. Make it count.” Tom advised.

Augustus Rookwood smiled thinly and walked up to the man. “What shall I do to you? You’ve no hair, a broken leg, I’m sure there are several aches and pains lingering... Let’s play with that, then, shall we? I’ll just magnify what is already being felt.” He took off the silencing spell and incanted, “Magnificat dolore.” He smiled as Dumbledore cried out, then continued to moan piteously as he walked away, his turn concluded.

“Rudolphus, Rabastan, you two may go next. I fully expect your spells will be complementary, so you may approach him together if need be.” Tom leaned down and whispered to Harry, “Your twins will likely need the same approval, don’t forget to give it when their turn comes.”

Harry nodded.

The brothers walked up and Rabastan cast, “Cutis reptans!” Rudolphus grinned and added a “Allucinatio!” And Dumbledore looked at his arms in horror. He began clawing at his skin and screaming as he felt and saw bugs crawling around underneath his skin, the skin rippling where the crawling sensations were, and Tom cast a petrificus totalus, sighing.

“Let’s stick to mental things for a while. I am sick of seeing him gouge into his own flesh every few minutes.” He said, rubbing his forehead as though trying to ward off a headache.

Rudolphus and Rabastan chuckled as they headed back to their spots.

“Avery, please, make it mental.” Tom said, waving his hand at the man.

Damian Avery stomped forward, scowling. “Sensus carnifico.” He intoned, sounding put-out over it, and Tom laughed as high-pitched screams of torment came from Dumbledore’s mouth.

“It’s a spell to mimic the sensation of one being beheaded. A good stand-in when one does not get to do the executing oneself.” He explained to Harry, who snorted. “Luckily,” Tom added, “It tapers off when the sensations would cease from death.”

Dumbledore proved him right by going back to whimpering and moaning pitifully.

“The last of my followers to get their turn, Bella, my dear, would you make me proud?” Tom asked.

Bellatrix’s manic laughter sounded as she came forward, twirling her wand. “What shall I cast?” She asked him conversationally. “You’ve never liked me. It hurts, you know. You hurt me.” She said. “So I will hurt you worse.” She pointed her wand right between his eyes and cast, “Animi motus malus.” She grinned. “I’m going to make your soul feel the same pain I felt for so long. It doesn’t feel good, does it?”

Dumbledore wailed in anguish and began sobbing.

Bella watched for a few minutes, then shook her head and walked away. “It will wear off in a bit, My Lord.” She called over her shoulder.

Harry considered who of his followers would go first. He had Draco, Fred, George and Sirius needing reparations. Sirius deserved to go first, as his Dumbledore-inflicted wounds were worse. Twelve years in Azkaban could not just be brushed off. Then Draco, saving the twins for last. They needed to be the last before Tom, since they would be going together, and they were too creative; there was no telling what torture they would come up with.

As soon as he had decided, the sounds of Dumbledore’s torment started to ease.

Harry grinned and waited while the man composed himself, then looked him dead in the eye and announced, “Now it’s my followers’ turn.”
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