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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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Harry took the silencing charm off of Ron, then smirked. “Let’s start with a fan favourite, shall we? Crucio.”

Ron screamed and fell to the ground, and Ginny screamed, too.

Harry flicked his wand at her, silencing her. “You’ll get your turn, be patient.” He said.

He lifted the curse on Ron. “Did that feel good?”

Ron was shaking his head.

“Oh. Good.” Harry said lightly. “Here’s one Dad taught me a long time ago. I’m angry enough at you now for it to do considerable damage. Contundito.”

Ron screamed as his body was compressed, then drew another breath as he was folded in on himself, and with his lungs as compressed as they were, all he had the breath to do was let out a strangled whimper.

Harry let up on the curse after hearing a few bones pop.

Ron was moaning in pain, laying curled in on himself on the ground.

Harry watched him for a few moments, then lifted his wand again, and Ron flinched.

“This is one I learned especially for you.” Harry said. “Cor impetum!” Harry cast the heart-attack curse, then, “Levitas.” The lightning spell shocked Ron’s heart back into sinus rhythm, and Harry smiled.

“Your death won’t be that easy.” He promised coldly.

Ron paled.

Harry got a contemplative look on his face.

“Aqua tutis.” He cast. The charm was supposed to make it so you couldn’t drown, but what would happen if…? Harry stuck his wand in Ron’s mouth, to the back of his throat, plugged his nose, and cast, “Aguamenti.” Around Ron’s gags.

He watched in interest as fluid filled Ron’s lungs, causing him to stare pleadingly up at Harry, panic filling his eyes rapidly. Harry ended the charm and pulled his wand out, and Ron coughed up the water, then sucked in large gulps of air.

Harry frowned, grabbed his chin again, and repeated the procedure.

Same result, except Ron was looking angry now.

“Huh. You really can’t drown under Aqua tutis, no matter how hard you try. That's interesting.” He said, pulling the wand out and letting Ron cough up the water again. “Sorry.” He said lightly to Ron’s look of outrage. “I wanted to know, and you were convenient.”

He reached out and separated Ron's fingers. “Keep them like that. Aim is important with this one.” He said. “Defruado unguiculi." He cast, and the fingernail on Ron's index finger slowly peeled off and fell to the floor.

Harry made a face. “Disgusting.” He vanished the nail, ignoring Ron's cries of pain and his bleeding finger. “A bit messy, but effective. Shall we do the rest?” He asked.

“No, please!” Ron said.

“Please? Alright, then.” Harry said lightly.

The Death Eaters shifted nervously, watching him. Their Lord’s consort was enjoying himself. And was not to be underestimated. He seemed to find a childlike joy in torture that only Bellatrix could rival. He was either mad, or had a rather large sadistic streak. Either way, he was not one to be crossed.

Harry carefully removed three more fingernails before aiming badly and mispronouncing the spell at the thumb. It ended up mangled instead of the fingernail coming off.

Ron howled in even worse pain at that.

“Whoopsie!” Harry said happily. “That’s why aim and enunciation is important.” He told Ron conversationally.

Ron glared at him venomously. “I hate you.” He said.

“Feeling’s mutual.” Harry assured him before starting in on the next hand.

He peeled off all the nails, getting the thumb right this time, and vanished them all.

“You're bleeding all over Lucius' shiny floors. Shameful. Here, let’s stop that.” Harry said, casting a very small incendio at each finger in turn, stopping the bleeding. “I don’t know the proper spell to stop bleeding, but I learned that work-around from my love.” He sent a glowing look toward Tom, who smiled proudly.

“Also, since you decided to put your hands on me while I was a girl, which you really should have known better,” He cut off Ron's cock with a Sectumsempra, then cauterised that wound, too.

Ron was a sobbing mess by this point, and Harry was bored. “I think I'm done with you.” He said. “Avada Kedavra.” He cast, watching Ron’s lifeless body slump to the floor.

Ginny was crying, trembling and trying to speak past the silencing charm she was under.

Harry took it off her and her hysterical words reached his ears. “Please don’t hurt me, please, I only did it because I love you!” She begged.

Harry sneered at her. “Love?” He asked. “If you loved me, you would have wanted to see me happy—even if it wasn’t with you.” He said. “What you felt was hero-worship and infatuation, it’s a pale imitation of the true emotion you thought you felt. I know this now, because I've found love. And it’s standing right up there.” He pointed to Tom.

Ginny shot him a venomous glare.

Tom simply smiled back at her, smugly watching.

Harry reached out and patted her cheek. “Eyes up here.” He chastised. “Now, you've never felt a Crucio before, either, so I'll show you what they feel like.” He cast the curse on her, wincing at the shrill scream he got. “Hm. That was rather unpleasant. Anyway, moving on.”

He frowned. “I think first, we’ll play with the size of your heart, since obviously something is wrong with it if you think taking advantage of someone like you tried to do is love.” What was that spell Severus had used on Petunia to shrink her heart? Oh, yes. “Cor reducio!” He cast, then almost immediately let up on it.

Ginny winced in pain, then passed out.

Harry frowned. “Umm...”

Severus chuckled and came up beside him, binding to speak in his ear. “That can sometimes happen. To reverse it, the incantation is cor restituere. I have trouble with that, you may, too. But try.”

Harry tried the spell.

“Now a rennervate and see if she stays awake.”

Harry cast it and Ginny looked around, groggily.

“Good job. Remember you have the potion.” Severus said, then stepped back.

Harry brightened. “Oh, yeah!” He said. He pulled out the potion. “You get the dubious honour of feeling everything I felt under the potion. You can take this, willingly, or I can help you take it.” He told her.

Ginny pressed her lips together and shook her head.

Harry sighed. “Fine, the hard way it is.” He said. He cast an Imperio on her, and made her take the potion, then took the spell off.

Her eyes filled with horror and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “No!” She said, the word muffled, “Why am I saying this?! What am I doing?! Somebody help me!”

Harry watched in satisfaction as she begged for help, repeating over and over, “I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! Come back!”

Then she cried out, and said, “No, I don’t love you! Please, no!”

The potion ran its course in fifteen minutes, and Harry smiled grimly. “It’s not pleasant, Gin, is it?” He hissed.

Ginny was crying, and shook her head, kneeling in front of Harry. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Harry glared down at her. “Sorry doesn’t fix it, Ginny.” He said firmly. “You still manipulated my mind, and you almost caused irreversible madness with your stunt. Did you know it could break my mind permanently?” He asked.

Ginny shook her head, adamantly.

Harry tilted her face up to meet his eyes. “I want to know why you did it. Exactly why. I’m not as good as Dad is, so don’t fight this. Let me see why you would do that.” He said, then cast Legilimens and slid into her mind.

He caught snippets of her past, tales of his wonderful deeds, all lies, him saving her life in the chamber, the fame and glory she wanted to be part of, the evidence of his money, which she coveted. So many wrong assumptions, so many erroneous conclusions of how he would fall in love if she was just a little prettier, just a little more popular, just a little more feminine. Harry pulled out.

“It was never going to happen, Ginny. You wanted fame and money, and who you believed I was, but you failed to get to know me. The real me, not the stories your mother told you. The flesh-and-blood person that I am. Faults and all. Plus, it was never going to happen for one more very important reason: I like cock, Ginny. Not cunt. You don’t have the proper parts for me to be happy with you in the long run.” He said.

Ginny was hiccuping now, sobs still escaping her throat.

Harry sighed. “This has turned into a mercy killing. You've fucked up too badly to right the wrongs you’ve caused for me. Nothing will undo what’s already been done. Neither of us deserved this happening. Avada Kedavra.” Though he had said the words with barely any inflection, she still fell down dead.

And that was more chilling than anything else to the Death Eaters.

He could kill with seemingly no emotion behind it.

Only Their Lord could do that.

Harry walked back up to Tom and wrapped his arms around his neck, drawing him into a deep kiss.

While they kissed, the Dark Lord flicked his wand at the two bodies, and they vanished, as though they had never been there in the first place.

Harry broke the kiss and turned to face the Death Eaters. “The next person to cross me will get worse. I’m not done with my training, and I am learning new and more creative ways to kill with every passing day. You have been warned. Watch your step.” He told them all.

Tom smiled proudly. “You are dismissed.” He said.

Harry stepped down and walked to stand before the Hopefuls. He clasped his hands behind his back to hide the fact that they were shaking with nerves. He faced his friends and the Slytherins and stared at them all.

“Well?” He asked, gazing into each face. “Can you still trust me as a leader, or do you fear me now? I can’t work with fear like my consort can. I need loyalty born of friendship.” He said.

Hermione had tears in her eyes. “Were you really begging for us to help the whole time? Did we let you down?” She asked.

Harry sighed and hugged her. “None of you let me down. You couldn’t have known what was going on in my head. I suffered, I wanted help, I begged for it, but none of it showed outwardly. You all did the right thing. I needed the purification, nothing else was going to work. I was too far gone.”

Hermione sniffled, and a tear escaped to fall on Harry's neck. “It's okay. For me, at least. I can handle staying with you, even with your vengeful streak. As long as I am given the opportunity for my own revenge should I need it.” She said.

Harry pulled back and grinned. “Want me to teach you some Dark curses?” He teased.

Hermione nodded. “Yes.” She said firmly.

Harry’s eyes widened, then he smiled. “I was kidding, but I can do that.” He said.

Luna smiled. “That was good, Harry. You did the right thing with Ginny. She repented, so what you did was mercy, and she deserved it. If you had decided not to kill her, Marvolo would have, and he wouldn’t have been so nice about it.” She said airily.

Neville nodded. “It’s fine, just don’t expect me to do anything like that. I don’t think I could. But I don’t hate you or judge you for it. You acted in accordance with your heart. You were just being true to yourself.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Then decline if Tom offers you a spot. You have to kill for that.” He warned. “Stick with me, and I won’t make you unless you want to.” He promised.

Neville nodded. “I’m a lover, anyway. I can be strong if I have to, but not vicious. That’s just not me. It suits you, though. There’s a darkness inside you. It needs to come out from time to time, or it will poison you slowly.”

Harry’s smile turned a little wry. “How did you get so wise? Where has that been hiding?” He asked.

Neville chuckled and shrugged. “I know you well, that’s all. After a little while around a person, you start to notice things. Little things that add up. If you know what you're looking for.” He explained.

Fred and George were staring at him, faces impassive.

Harry swallowed nervously. “Guys? Can you forgive me?” He asked, voice small. He'd just killed their two youngest siblings. Forgiveness might be more than they could grant, regardless of what they had said to Ron.

George looked at Fred, and Harry realised he was referring to his twin.

Harry turned his gaze toward Fred as well.

Fred took a deep breath, the laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. “Mate, they were spoiled rotten. And I do mean that. They'd ended up rotten to the core. There was no love lost there, we've told you already, when we were younger, we loved to terrorize Ron. He was a little brat and Mum never slapped it out of him like she did us. He was never going to get better. Ginny wasn’t going to get away with what she did, no matter how sorry she was. Luna’s right; what you did was mercy. If Our Lord had his way, he would have done so much worse. She had to die one way or another. It was better this way.” He said, then pulled Harry into a hug. “We still have you and Percy, probably Bill and Charlie in time. We'll just be a merry family of men. We’ll, men and George.” He amended.

“Oi!” George protested. “I have a cock, same as you!” He shouted as Harry laughed.

Fred snorted. “Exactly the same.” He agreed.

“Too much information, guys.” Harry said, a wide smile on his face.
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