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Nemesis	By : morilin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Nemesis
- 2-The Last Step
- 1
- 2
Nemesis.
Chapter One: Points for Torture
“That…that... Boy!” A woman screamed. Two heads looked up briefly as once again the insane woman started to ramble, hands waving about in the air while she threw her frustrations to the wind
“Here we go again.” A voice sighed out, the man crossing his arms as he watched the scene unfold, leaning on a wall well away from any thrown objects “You gonna calm your wife down?” His gaze was on another man sitting calmly on the couch resting by where stood, the other simply reading a book, ignoring the screams with practiced ease
“How dare he oppose my Lord??? And to even have such muggle filth in the Master’s presence, let alone use it against us!? He nearly killed us all with that trash! Such blasphemy on the eve of our Lord’s most glorious rebirth!” She paused in the doorway, eyes glazed as she looked to the ceiling, corners of her mouth raised in delirious delight
“Just because I am her husband, doesn’t mean I can calm her.” He was told plainly as the man turned a page in his book, not even looking up when the sound of glass echoed from the other room “Only our Lord has the ability to do that.” the man against the wall shrugged, wincing as a piece of glass nearly hit his head
“And here I thought I was safe from the mad woman.” A laugh echoed his words, the sound dark and sinister as he was quietly asked
“Can you be safe from madness?” He was asked slowly. The first man shook his head, closing his eyes
“If only my Lord would let me get my hands on that boy I’d make him rue the blasted day he was born! He’d never be able to look at my face! He’d crawl to the Master and beg for forgiveness and death!!”
“Speaking of the boy...” He turned to the picture of the Boy-Who-Lived posted against the far wall to their right, torn and burnt; only a single eye visible from the black marks “I would love to get my hands on him as well…” The second man slowly shook his head, watching a familiar look pass through black eyes
“Our Lord has deemed him untouchable, remember?” Another page was turned “And besides, our Lord would want to do the honors himself. Potter is his. His to fight, his to…” The man paused in his words, blinking as he looked down at his book. “Unless…” A smirk came over his face
“Maybe…we can teach him a lesson…why not to fight against our Lord.” The woman turned, looking at her husband through the doorway as he smirked, “And why not pretend that the Dark Lord told us to?”
“And just what do you mean, husband?” he slowly closed his book, eyes alight as he explained
“We can not do anything too disfiguring, can not maim, and can not kill him. That are his orders if we come in contact with the boy. But he never said anything about torturing him. We could…keep him for a while, and give him a…complete understanding of why not to oppose our Lord.”
The other man grinned
“Anything…that won’t leave any marks?”
“Scars should be fine. An…everlasting message.” The woman clapped her hands, nearly bouncing with glee
“Perfect!” she cooed, face made up in a wide grin
“So we’ve agreed.” The second man started, his deep voice rumbled softly, dark wandering eyes gazing at those around him
“Yes.” The other nodded as he spoke, the woman smirking in amusement as she responded in turn
“Of course.” The second man nodded quietly to her while the third let out a lascivious grin.
“Then let’s go get him, I know the perfect place where we can play.”
There’s a lot you haven’t told me yet, isn’t there? Harry looked down at the charmed piece of parchment beneath his hands, currently the only connection he had to his godfather turned blood parent, a soft smile on his face.
For nearly a full year now, they where tied by blood, Harry Sirius’ blood and magical son, his heir.
Of course. He wrote back, muggle pen in hand, Some of the things you want to know…I really don’t want to tell anyone, father or no, Sirius. It’s not just you.
I know that! But I’ve heard over and over again for two years that it’s best to talk about bad things, and it should get better. Harry could almost hear Remus’ voice in the words, overlapped with Sirius’ petulant tone.
Does it work? He penned back, laughing when the drawing of a stick figure with long hair appeared, a knife in hand. I guess not. And yet you tell me to?
Cause it is a good idea, I was just forced to go over said memories for years. You refuse to think of them. Harry frowned, not replying. After a moment, Sirius started again
Okay, wrong route. That drew a chuckle from the teen. Then how about we do this. Tell me what you want to. I won’t direct the conversation. Harry looked at the words, thinking quickly.
While it may have not seemed like it, Sirius was more mature than most thought. It rarely showed though.
Okay. Um…my uncle abused me. I understand this, I know it’s not my fault, but it’s the honest truth. Harry paused at that, clicking at the pen’s end just to hear the snaps. He did…a lot of things when I was younger, mostly mental abuse and neglect, making me do chores from a very young age, doting on Dudley and pretending mostly that I don’t exist. He…only got physical when I was six, and um, I think Aunt Marge was over, and I burnt dinner.
A large spot of ink appeared on the parchment and Harry paused, looking at it
Sorry ‘bout that, Prongslet. You want to continue? Harry sighed, shaking his head
No…and besides, the Hogsmeade trip is soon. I need to get ready.
That’s right, you have a date with the Weasley Twins, right? Harry smirked
Yes.
Man, there’s my boy, dating two boys at once, and not only that, but identical twins!! Harry sat back in his chair, simply watching Sirius rant on the paper as the door opened.
“Harry?” Said teen turned to see Ron standing in the door way. The red head winced as emerald eyes glared, the fifteen year old turning his head sharply to quickly pen on the page
I’ve got to go, Sirius. Ron’s here.
That brat? He got back before he could end the spell. Dirty traitor! Give him a hit for me, will ya? Harry chuckled, not even bothering to reply as he wiped the page clean
“Harry.” Ron started again, voice slightly impatient. Harry tilted his head back, not really happy as he turned his chair, lacing his fingers together as he set his chin on them, all eyes on the red head
“What is it now, Ron?” The other teen winced as his tone, shaking his head as he closed the door
“I just…I still can’t believe your dating my brothers mate!” Ron let out in a rush. Emerald eyes narrowed
“Can’t believe what? The fact that I date, or that I’m gay, or that it’s your family I’m tying myself to, or maybe that it’s the twins, not one boy, but two, together?” Ron flushed, mouth closed
“I already know that your mother has shunned the Twins, and they would not carry the name Weasley if it where up to her, but I never thought it would matter to you as long as your family was happy. Didn’t you say that to me once when Ginny tried to latch onto me?”
“I thought that you’d stay with her!”
“How can you stay with someone, when you never where together?” Ron’s mouth dropped, paling
“Wha-? But-she…Ginny kissed you! In front of mum!” Harry smirked, closing his eyes as he shook his head.
“She did that in hopes that I would not be able to refuse your mother when she started to ramble about marriage, I believe. I had told her weeks before that in private that we would not work out.” Ron shook his head
“But! You got her-!”
“No I did not.” Harry started, tone cold, “It’s not possible for a man to get a woman with child if they had never had sex. I’ve never touched your sister in a sexual manner, Ronald.” That shade of red that made Ronald look disgusting was back, creeping along his cheeks and forehead
“She wouldn’t lie about that! If that baby isn’t yours, she would have told us who’s it is!” Harry smirked
“Do you think you know your sister that well, Ronald? Have you not heard the rumors about her? It is the wish of most males our age to add as many women to their list of conquest, and to brag about it. How many others have you heard talking about dear, innocent, Ginerva?”
“Shut up!” Ron snarled, “Stop acting as if my sister’s some whore and stand up to your responsibilities! You said it yourself that you’re not a virgin, so unless you can tell us who deflowered you, who else would the child belong to?!” Harry’s eyes narrowed
“First, don’t you dare to think that you can order me around. You lost the privilege to such things when you and Hermione decided against my will what you thought was best for me. Second, responsibilities? I owe you and your family nothing. That child isn’t mine. Unless the woman used a potion to plant my DNA inside her there can be no way. As for my status as a virgin, why the hell would you care abut such things?? That is my business, and mine alone!” Ron opened his mouth, but Harry threw a hand out in a sharp gesture, cutting the words off
“If you only came up here to spout inane words at me and ramble Dumbledore and your mother’s words, then leave.” He sneered “I get enough of it already from them. Come back when you can think for yourself.”
Harry stood outside of the school’s great hall, wand slowly revolving as he wound it around his fingers, fighting not to show his anger on his face.
Ron just had to pick a time when he was already nervous to anger him. His magic was a powerful, yet finely tuned force, able to pick up on slight wishes and act out. He could feel it now, like a weight upon his shoulders, wanting to be used, whispering in his mind of ways to fix the problems, make everything work again…
If only it was truly that simple. With a sigh, Harry shook his head, leaving the Great Hall doors to venture outside.
This was a cold and blistery Friday, windy but with bright sunshine. He looked forward to his time outside the castle halls, battered and bothered at every turn.
“Mr. Potter.” Like now. Harry didn’t move, back tensing as he heard the heavy foot steps on the one person he really did not need to see in hi state of agitation. “Mr. Potter do you hear me.”
“Impossible not to.” Harry started, then bit his tongue, shaking his head.
“You know it’s not safe for you to be leaving the Castle.” Dumbledore continued on, seeming to ignore Harry’s words. Emerald eyes narrowed
“Right, like it’s safe for me in the castle as well!” Harry snapped out, turning to walk away.
“I insist that you remain inside, Harry.” Harry froze, fighting to hold himself still.
“Did you like knowing that Vernon had perfect control of me at eight years of age?” Harry started deceptively calm despite his voice becoming grated steel “Was it your order to Petunia? Did you tell her that is was for the best, my abuse? For the Greater Good, that one phrase haunts her, you know.” Harry turned, eyes flashing “All of it, everything was on your orders-oh don’t you dare pretend otherwise!” Harry snarled, watching Dumbledore try to open his mouth “We both know your mistakes regarding me! You can’t fix this fuck up old man! Just leave me the hell alone!”
December thirteenth, the last day they got to roam about Hogsmeade before the holiday, and nearly everyone had taken advantage of the free day.
Harry, having left on the first carriage to get away from the pushy man known as Hogwarts’ Headmaster, was currently standing just outside of where the carriages released him, one foot tapping idly as he waited.
It had been a bad idea to loose his temper, but it was also either that, or go off and kill the old man.
A single hand slowly caressing his wand showed how close he was to it.
Death is nothing without his Torture and Insanity, just as he cannot call upon his full abilities because of the calling they share…
Dressed in a deep red silk shirt, warming charms interwoven throughout it and comfortable trousers with a robe thrown carelessly over one shoulder, he looked the picture of a handsome rich youth, smirking to those whom passed him by with a lingering eye.
No one would expect the company he presently waited for.
“HARRY!!!” The teen turned back to the carriages, his eyes lighting up with a smile as Fred and George stumbled into view, George stopping his run by grabbing onto Harry, throwing both of them to the ground. Harry let himself fall with a laugh, raising an eyebrow at their position, himself flat on his back with a knee up, and George astride him, hands on either side of his neck grinning like he had a secret to tell.
“How did a running tackle turn into this?” He asked loftily. Fred laughed, waving a hand to curious passer-bys “Just showing how much we love you.” He purred. George rocked back, brushing their erections together and Fred dropped down to sit Harry up as the teen moaned, turning to his twin.
“Here and now is not the place, eager brother mine.” George frowned.
“But-” Fred didn’t let him finish, slapping a hand over his mouth.
“No. Maybe when we get back.” Harry blinked rapidly, wrapping his arms around George to stop Fred’s attempts to separate him, his hands slowly reaching under George’s shirt to press against his lower back.
“Do I not get any say in this?”
“You’re hormonal, so no you don’t.” Harry pouted as George laughed.
“Not my fault I got it up the ass at twelve.” Harry murmured. Fred slapped his other hand over the fifteen year old’s mouth, raising an eyebrow.
“Did someone give you Firewhiskey?” Harry smirked at him, the look making the two boys roll their eyes.
“Yes.” Harry started “I gave myself some Firewhiskey.” George snorted.
“And why did you give yourself Firewhiskey?”
“So I can give you two a gift when we get to the Three Broomsticks.” Both boys blinked at him, Fred reacting first.
“A gift?” George bounced, their position doing nothing to help the slightly tipsy fifteen year old calm down.
“I LOVE GIFTS!!!” He shouted. Fred finally got the two off each other and Harry stood, smirking.
“Don’t we all, Georgie?”
“Let’s go, now!” Harry rolled his eyes, smirking as George and even cool, calm, collected Fred begged him to finally go to the Three Broomsticks.
After his revelation he had taken to wondering Hogsmeade, purposely infuriating his two boyfriends by making them wait as he shopped, buying Christmas presents for everyone…but them.
“Merlin Harry, you’re horrible!” George finally caved, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation as he let himself tip back, falling into Fred’s arms in a swoon. Both watched him as his eyes rolled back before Fred dropped his younger twin, the red head hitting the ground with an ‘oomph’
A lick of green sailed past.
The three watched it fly through the air in shock, until it hit a man not even a yard from them and he fell, eyes glazed, a look of horror edged onto his face.
“Shit.” Harry whispered. They all turned, just as all hell broke loose.
“BELLATRIX!” A man shouted, her cackles of laughter soaring over his scream as she cast Crucio. As if on cue, dozens of Death Eaters appeared behind her, flooding the streets. Harry blinked at the sudden carnage, shaking his head as George’s face morphed into a dark grin.
“Just what I needed!” the Weasley twin cooed, eyes glinting. Fred turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
“Calm down.” George pouted, revealing his earring with a flick of his hair. Tapping at the small gem hidden on his upper ear, to reveal a bottle, filled with a glowing golden fluid that he took a sip of a second later.
“Damn that shit always tastes disgusting.” He complained, hair turning ash blond, blue eyes now amber.
“Not our fault your so blood thirsty, Damien.” Harry commented calling him by his well known alias to the underground, a ruthless killer, pouting as screams cut though the air “And there goes my fun. I had planned at least another hour of roaming.”
“Oh well.” Fred shrugged, as Damien’s eyes grew wide and pleading,
“You’re joking.” He started, looking into jade eyes “Please tell me you’re joking?” Fred laughed while Harry ignored him.
“Ready to have fun?” Harry murmured, pulling his holly wand free. Fred chuckled, pulling a box from his pocket, expanding the small thing in his hand to reveal their weapons case.
“Speaking of things, why did I have our stuff this time?” George smiled, a hand on his new hair.
“’cause you love us, and think about our health and protection when I’m to busy trying to get into lovely here’s pants.”
Harry shook his head silently, sending George a look as he took his magically charged daggers out with a twirl, strapping them to their hostlers with ease as George pulled out his whip, and then rolled his eyes as George pouted, the appearance changed teen putting the bottle away as he flicked his whip.
“Let’s get to work.”
As one, the three warriors broke apart, running in opposite directions.
George loved his work.
Known in the underground as Torture of the Three Horrors, Damien laughed, pulling his hand up, whip circling his body with a flick of his wrist, the thick and long leather whip’s tip, a small dumbbell, sliced through the air, bashing a man across the face. Continuing the movement Damien grabbed onto part of the whip, forcing it closer to his body as one idiot tried to get close, making him trip on the low flying weapon, feet thrown into the air as they tangled around the leather and Damien thrust it’s handle into the air, circling the whip around his captive while smiling at his screams
“Crucio!” Damien spun on one heel, unrolling his half conscious captive into the spell sailing at his back, the man both catching the scream and barreling into the caster, both falling into a heap, unconscious.
“Damnit!” A voice called out. Damien turned, blond hair whipping around his face to see a man at is back, wand raised with a spell already leaving his wand as Damien pulled his own wand free, eleven inches of a burnt oak tree, a duel core of a Antipodean Opaleye’s eye and heart string, with ground Norwegian Ridgeback scales, soaked in it’s blood, casting a flame spell that lit the sky, burning the man, and his spell to cinders in seconds.
Somewhat thinking now, the Death Eaters around him tried to swarm him, and Damien took a step back, twisting his wrist with that certain flick, the whip spinning in the air at his command, wrapping three Death Eaters into its embrace. Damien wrapped the whip around his forearm, pulling the leather with bits of metal along it’s end tighter around his captives.
“You picked the wrong time to attack Hogsmeade…” He sang out, golden eyes alight with glee as the three whimpered at the sight of him, trying to get away. Frowning lightly, Damien let a sliver of his magic race down the leather in his hands, the three men screaming as their eyes started to burn, the scent of shit and blood overloading their noses. They shrieked shrilly, the sound so painful that others paused, only to have their own attack them. Fred was behind them, eyes glazed with a soft smile on his face, hands raised.
Damien raised his wand and laughed the sound deep and echoing as spelled his whip, casting poison onto the bits of metal interwoven into the leather. Near bouncing with the adrenaline rush, he spun, casting his whip back into battle.
Fred smiled as he sighted a group of Death Eaters with their backs to each other, huddled into a group. Letting himself fall limp, Fred disapparated, reappearing in the middle of them as he let out a deep breath, the air a light blue. Fueled by his magic the tainted wind grew as seconds past, circling the group of men before they could understand what was happening.
It only took seconds for them to be completely under his control.
And in that moment, their memories swamped him. Each and every thought, dream, ambition, everything was his now, they had nothing.
Smile dreamy, Fred took a step forward, brushing a finger along one man’s ear. He left the circle, running into another group back to back, his wand at his forehead.
“Wha-? Man, what are you doing?”
“Incendio.” Pushing all his magic into the attack the man lit on fire instantly, screaming as he burned, the others in the group quickly catching on fire. Fred watched them all burn, then raised his hands, the others around him running back into battle, attacking the Death Eaters.
Damien turned to look at him and Fred simply smiled back, enticing laughter from his twin as he turned, swaying as he walked.
After all, Insanity of the Three Horrors was a subtle thing.
“Stupefy.” The spell was cast calmly, Bellatrix’s voice barely above a whisper. Harry felt the magic at his back and cast Protego just in time, the shield successfully blocking the spell but pushing him back a foot.
“Harry!” Damien twirled, bladed whip catching those unfortunately standing around him in its deadly hold face a mask of concern as he slowly made his way to there the Teen stood, only to pause when a rain of spells came his way, forcing the disguised Weasley to dart out of the way.
And now Harry understood why his scream seemed so fearful when he had been having no problems. Three Inner Circle members surrounded him: Bellatrix with her husband Rodolphus by her side, the sadistically beautiful witch grinning widely, and Macnair behind him. He could hear the bastard laughing near hysterically, that damned axe in his hand.
Wand free with his remaining dagger in hand, he quickly deemed Bellatrix as the worst threat when she shot a suffocation hex at him. Luckily, the magicks on his dagger were strong enough to deflect the spell back at her.
“Baby Potter needs to do better than that!” she screeched, spinning out of the way like a ballerina, only to throw more spells his way. Rodolphus simply stood uncharacteristically to the side, doing nothing as the two danced around each other. Macnair amused himself by casually throwing tripping jinxes at his back. After the fifth hex, Harry spun about, eyes blazing.
“Do you mind?” he snarled, both daggers in hand now as he advanced on the animal killer, reading his arm to throw.
He never got the chance.
The moment he took a step forward, magic flared under his feet, making his body go limp and freezing in place. Only by sheer force of will did he remain upright, daggers falling from limp fingers as a wave of dizziness hit him.
Oh, shit! How did they… Rodolphus! Dimmed eyes trying to glow in his anger, he looked up to the dark haired man, seeing the smirk as the man continued to suck the magic out of him. The instant he felt – truly understood – what was happening to him, he felt his magic flare up under his control –
And drain away.
How much magic does this boy have? Rodolphus thought in growing horror as the spell continued past the average five minutes. The drugging effect of the spell finally seemed to kick in as the daggers fell from limp pale fingers, falling to the ground and sinking into the dirt.
As if the loss of his weapon snapped him back to reality Harry started, glazed eyes blinking slowly as the teen glared fiercely at the Lestrange Lord. As if to mock him, the boy’s power flared, nearly breaking free from his control, before the magical surge came to a stop.
Rodolphus could not help but smirk as Potter’s eyes finally, after fifteen minutes, went blank and the boy fell to the ground, unconscious.
Consciousness came abruptly. Harry experienced one minute of sweet silence, and then all senses returned: there was cold, pain, and a high-pitched cackling in his ear.
“Little Potty in trouble?” Bellatrix sang brightly, her sadistic baby-like voice making him flinch before he knew why, eyes going wide as he tried to move. Cold stone was to his back, hands forced high above his head, the wrists chained together. He was sitting on the wet ground, already shivering while still fully clothed.
What was wrong with me? I… I felt like a skittish child, I am a battle-hardened teenager damn it! What have they done to me? Where’s my –? DAMN IT!
“Don’t bother, Brat,” Her husband spoke quietly, dark eyes merciless. “We’ve decided you need a lesson. A… what I should say, good reason, not to mess with our Lord any longer.” Harry could not help his shiver.
“You won’t enjoy this, Potter,” Macnair told him frankly, pulling on the chains about Harry’s wrists, making his shoulders jerk in their sockets painfully. “We have a lot planned for you, here in the Malfoy Dungeons. See, we each get our own turn to do whatever we can imagine to you… though we have set some guidelines.” Macnair raised a hand, before folding his thumb to his palm, tapping it with his other forefinger. “You have to be sane when you leave, we can’t kill you, of course, though it can be close, and nothing… too disfiguring. You do have to have all five fingers and toes when we’re done with you, we lose some points if otherwise…” Harry felt the blood leave his face at that, scrambling to back away from the man as he counted the ‘rules’ down with each finger while squatting down next to the boy. “You have to be able to talk, and I like the screams anyway, that’s always fun.” Bellatrix laughed as Harry let out a whimper, still trying to get away. Macnair let out a sigh of exasperation, jerking on the boy’s chains to pull him closer, free hand raised to smack Harry’s face, quieting him instantly.
“Oh! Points, that’s right. We have a system set up. Ten points for a short scream, maybe… about five seconds. Longer scream, say to ten seconds, fifteen points. Crying is twenty points, plus five more for every minute you continue to cry, and a shout of utter agony is worth about five points.” Harry could only stare at him in horror.
Th-they’re making a game out of torturing me!
“We basically just make you as vocal as possible.” Macnair grinned. “Oh, important question here, are you a virgin boyo?” Harry’s eyes widened.
Why the hell does he want to know that?
“Well?” Macnair asked again, shaking the chains “ANSWER ME!” The sudden increase in noise startled the answer out of Harry as he nodded frantically.
“Yes! I am…” His voice trailed off as Macnair grinned, reaching over to play with unruly black hair.
“Good.” Harry shifted out from under his hand and the man smirked, reaching forward to grip the black strands tightly. “Who gets to go first?”
“Me,” Rodolphus stated calmly, “I am less likely to permanently damage him in a bad way with my fun.” Bellatrix laughed loudly, pulling her husband close to kiss him for all it was worth.
“Very well then,” Macnair waved a hand in the air as the two pulled away from each other, hands still playing with Harry’s hair. “I’ll go last, it will have the best effect.” The two turned to him as he slowly let out a grin, the darkness visible in his eyes making the other two smirk in response. Bella backed away from Rodolphus as the man pulled a box from beneath his robes. The woman blinked slowly at the package, then squealed, jumping into the air with a clap of her hands.
“You’re going to use those?” For the first time, a glint of madness appeared in Rodolphus’ eyes as he slowly set the box down on a table conjured against the wall to Harry’s left.
The box was made of a deep red-colored wood, with intricately designed swirls carved on its lid, the indentions filled in with a black liquid that was spelled to stay in place. With both sides of the rectangular box attached with hinges, the lid split right down the middle as Rodolphus opened it, magic pooling outwards like a creature set free as he did so. Bella’s eyes lingered on the inside of the box as she stroked Rodolphus face.
“I’ll go now. I will only get in the way of your work if I stay.” The Lestrange Lord nodded at her words absentmindedly, using both hands to reach into the box, pulling a foot-long dagger free. It was made of pure silver with jagged edges, the half-a-foot long wooden handle a dark brown.
“Maybe I can play with this…” He held the dagger as if it where more precious to him than his wife and the Dark Lord combined.
“This beauty, Potter, has been passed down the Lestrange line for generations, back when Metal Magicks were more popular, unlike today.” Without looking at his young captive, Rodolphus pulled his wand free, creating a large metallic table in the middle of the room, handcuffs and restraints for the waist attached. Harry closed his eyes, trying to reach for his magic… to find nothing. Rodolphus looked down at him, amusement lighting up his eyes as Harry cursed out loud.
“The cuffs on you bind your magic to your core. It means you cannot cast any spells, though you will heal a mite faster, I’m afraid.” Rodolphus finally trained dark eyes on him. Raising his wand, the chains holding Harry rose, forcing him to his feet. Then he lowered his wand about a foot, making aslashing movement downward.
“Diffindo.” Without any effort, blood flew, Harry’s robes falling open where the spell hit him from the collarbone to the waist. Harry did not give the bastard the satisfaction of a scream. Already panting from the pain, Harry did not notice his own movement until his back hit the table’s surface, hands breaking apart to be secured to each side, legs completely restrained by multiple ropes.
“One thing Metal Magicks are good for… is that you can weave curses into the blade, such as a never-ending poison.” Harry felt his entire body jerk in surprise, before he closed his eyes.
Face blank, Rodolphus dipped the silver dagger into Harry’s skin, right where the line of his Diffindo spell started at his left side. He drew the dagger lightly across his skin and branched upwards, ending the cut with a slight curl right where the area where Harry’s neck and shoulder met, before pulling the blade free.
The moment the blade sank into his skin Harry felt himself go cold, and as the cut went down his chest from his left shoulder to right hip grew progressively colder until it burned, taking all his attention from just how close the blade had come to his neck, until the blade left his skin. The instant the tip of the dagger was freed from his skin, visible bright blue streaks of lightning playing across his chest, before his entire body screamed in pain so intense he could have sworn that he stopped breathing.
Rodolphus watched the teenager’s body arch beautifully off the table as he tried to writhe, mouth open, eyes wide and unseeing as the lightning danced across his body before sinking into his skin. The mark made by the dagger turned dark green, the blood oozing from the cut becoming black. Harry’s body then fell limp, the teen panting harshly as Rodolphus admired the dark green scar along the boy’s collarbone, caressing it with a pale finger.
“Shame we didn’t put writhing on the list.” A voice stared darkly, tone hoarse with arousal. Rodolphus turned to the corner near the door, Macnair coming into view, face blank but eyes hungry. Rodolphus raised an eyebrow, watching Harry’s skin flash, the injury made by the Diffindo vanishing.
“Yes,” He murmured, going back to work. “Shame.”
Harry had no idea how long Rodolphus had been carving into his skin when he finally backed off, cleaning the blade idly as he looked his masterpiece over. Done with his blade, he reverently placed it back into the box, using both hands to shut the lid, then left the room with nary a word.
The table finally released his legs from their confinements, and Harry immediately curled into a ball, shaking. His chest, left arm, and back were covered in spiraling curls, loops and runes, all a dark green in color, the blood running down his body black and pooring into the groves on the table, the blood spiraling down to the ground.
“You must be hungry.” Harry didn’t move as Bellatrix’s voice came over him. When he failed to respond Bellatrix huffed, vanishing the table underneath him and smirked when Harry hit the ground with a scream that tapered off into a sobbed-out curse. “Will you pay attention to me now?” she asked childishly, that infuriating baby-like tone laced back into her voice. “I brought you food. You’ve already been here nearly a day now and haven’t eaten anything.” Harry, still ignoring the black-haired woman, forced himself onto his hands and knees. He glared at the cuff he could barely see on his wrist, the other hand rubbing at his numb legs, his pants having survived the first run-in. Bellatrix felt her eye twitch.
“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” she screeched. “I have food!”
Harry finally turned to her, letting himself fall on his right shoulder. “Humans can survive a month without food. Wizards even longer because magic can sustain the body. Now go away.”
Bellatrix blinked, watching the boy-man study his wrist, as she pulled her wand free. “Mentalità Infantile! [Childish Mentality].” The invisible spell hit Harry a second after being cast, his head jerking back as if physically smacked, body going limp onto the ground. Bellatrix smirked to herself as she watched the boy curl back into a ball, muttering to himself about the pain and how ‘Uncle has gone too far this time, how will I work in the front yard without anyone seeing?’
Bellatrix took a second to look the boy over, a dark smirk appearing on her face. The expensive red shirt he wore was split down the middle, revealing his scarred chest, the left sleeve also torn away. The remains of his shirt stuck to him, wet with blood and stained dark because of it. His trousers were untouched, though Bellatrix knew Macnair would change that once he got his hands on the boy, the boots on his feet currently the only reason why his legs were numb to the point of being nearly dead.
“Are you hungry?” Harry turned to her, pouting, eyes suspicious.
“Who’er you?” he asked rudely, using his hands to shift himself into an upright position as he shied away from her. His legs were still unresponsive, though he did not seem to care about that, still able to move swiftly despite the handicap.
“I’m a friend.” Bellatrix told him softly, bending until she could fold her arms around her knees while still on her feet, blue eyes wide with a guileless look.
“Liar,” Harry stated instantly. “I don’t have friends. Dudley’s fault, but I don’t. What do you want?” he demanded. Rolling her eyes, Bellatrix started to layer Confundus Charms on the boy With every spell she added, his eyes glazed just a little bit more.
“I want to give you some food,” she told him, pointing to the plate floating behind her, tone reminiscent of her earlier sing-song quality. Glazed eyes looked at her, distrust still present in them, and she nearly snarled in anger.
I have cursed his mind to fold back to the time when he was child and then laid a multi-layered Confundus on him, and he still doesn’t trust me!! What is with this boy? Finally giving up, she set the plate with a single meat patty on the ground and stormed out the room, the spell on the patty telling her that just as she had her back turned Harry took a bite out of it, and then started to devour the food.
Suddenly, Harry choked, reaching in his mouth… to pull out a finger.
His look of utter horror and shock made Bellatrix pout, turning around to face him as she put a hand to her chin in a thinking pose.
“I thought I had ground those up all the way.” Harry dropped what was left of the patty and the finger, both falling back onto the plate with a clamor that echoed in the silent room as he backed away from her, a hand shakily going to his mouth, cupping his lips. “You do like cooked human flesh, don’t you?” A whimper was her reply as she blithely continued on. “It took me quite a while to find the right girl for you to eat, she had been half-finished by Fenrir before I found her. She was adorable though, bright blue eyes, soft skin and golden hair…” Bellatrix let her voice die away for a second before her eyes brightened “…I remember when she died –” Her voice was interrupted by a violent retch. Harry had turned away from her, allowing blue eyes to see the beautiful work that Rodolphus had started, heaving what little he had in his stomach, and a bit more bile. “What? You don’t like it?”
“What are you doing Bellatrix?” Macnair entered, slamming the iron door heavily behind him, making Harry jump and further irritating his injuries as he vomited, sobbing all the while. Macnair looked down at the weeping boy, raising an eyebrow to Bellatrix “I was gonna keep him alive on cum ya know…” Harry let out a sobbing whine, backing away from them and the pool of vomit, eyes darting back between the two as he tried to reassume control of himself.
“Cum won’t keep him healthy enough for me to enjoy myself!” Bellatrix retorted. “And if only you get to feed him he’ll be unconscious by then. I want to get some food into him,” she turned back to Harry, “But he won’t take anything from me… Aguamenti!” A shower of water fell on Harry’s head, the freezing water forcing him to the ground. “Incarcerous.” Thick ropes shot out, wrapping around Harry’s legs, two of them holding Harry’s arms in the air as they slowly pulled him upwards, floating off the ground by an inch.
“Now, if wittle Harry won’t eat, Aunty Bella’ll just have to force Baby to do so!”
Harry glowered at her, eyes flashing as he bared his teeth. “Go suck a cock, bitch!”
Bellatrix blinked, tilting her head as a plate of what looked like meat chunks floated through the door, Macnair’s laughter echoing in the room. “What a lovely mouth he has,” He called mockingly to Bellatrix.
Bellatrix had a look of confusion on her face. “Why lookie here, wittle Harry broke free of Auntie’s spell.” Harry glared as Bellatrix pulled her wand out again, and then she shrugged. “O’well.” Lightning-fast, Bellatrix’s hand shot out, grabbing onto the nape of Harry’s neck, gripping his hair tightly. Harry’s mouth fell open as he started to vocalize outrage, but his mouth was full before he could do so. Her hand remained on his face, pinching his nose shut. After a moment of him not swallowing the food, Bellatrix sighed, releasing his hair to point her wand to his throat. Instantly, against his will he swallowed the rust-tasting cube whole, gagging as she released him.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it wittle Harry?” Laughing, she shoved another cube down his throat, holding a hand over his mouth as she started to reminisce.
“That’s right, the little girl was a pretty thing, all sunshine and happiness, until her mudblood father decided to disobey our Lord after he’s given the man a chance to live for a bit. She was taken and given to Fenrir as punishment. Though, he didn’t just kill her.” Bellatrix’s eyes lit up as she pulled her hand away, idly wiping the blood from the half-cooked meat off of his chin. “When Fenrir first got her, he split her belly open and ate her insides while she was still alive –” She had a second’s warning as Harry let out a heaving sound, his throat trying to keep the food down, and backed away as he vomited bloody chunks of his meal all over himself and the floor.
“Now, this won’t do, will it, wittle bitty baby Potter?” Bellatrix stated, a hand going to her hip. He was dumped under another shower of freezing water as she shoved another chunk into his mouth. “You need to eat.” Harry gagged, chocking for a second before he was forced to swallow again.
“You’re just lucky he prefers the intestines and the innards like the heart and lungs instead of the tougher meat, or else you would have had nothing to eat!” Panting for breath as Bellatrix finally took her hand away from his mouth, Harry locked eyes with her.
“When I get out of here, even if I don’t get to kill you, I swear to the God Aumnton Nevu of Darkness that you will suffer thousand fold for what you have done to me!” Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, sniggering as she realized that he has sworn to a false god. Macnair started laughing again.
“Good luck Baby.”
After fifteen minutes of being forced to eat human flesh, Rodolphus came back, raising an eyebrow as he saw his wife with a plate in her hands, dripping blood. Harry’s face was covered in the viscous liquid, hair dripping wet, blue-tinted arms held out above his head.
“What did you do?”
Bellatrix turned back to him, smiling. “I just got him something to eat.” She purred “I’ll go now.” The ropes dropped Harry to the ground, the teen letting himself remain where he was, unmoving.
“You didn’t break him, did you Bella?” She turned to him from the threshold, grinning widely. Rodolphus simply sighed before getting back to work.
After the feeding session, it had been a week of Rodolphus playing with his beloved knives when Harry saw anyone else again. He was lying prostrate on a table, hands and ankles strapped down without a shred of cloth left on his chest, the remains of his school robes and shirt nothing more than bloodied strips on the floor.
“Oh, Rophie! What a magnificent job you’ve done on him!” Bellatrix cooed, fingers tracing the runes edged into lily-white skin. “It’s absolutely gorgeous!” Harry let out a whimper at the frigid touch, his entire body burning in pain, but he knew what she was talking about. Thanks to the Lestrange Lord, intricate loops and curls now decorated his left shoulder, inching along his chest and down his waist, up the nape of his neck and along his back, stopping only at his lower back where he had carved his master’s initials ‘LV’ there. The cursed markings remained a dark green and silver as his skin healed, forever scarred.
Harry had never felt such pain before when Rodolphus pulled free a different dagger, its blade pitch-black, as was the handle. One touch from it sent hot white pain shooting along his nerves with every second it was under his skin. Unlike before, it took some time before his threshold for pain rose and he could fall blessedly silent.
Macnair was always there, simply watching.
“Is my time up?” Rodolphus asked, his deep voice echoing through the room as Bellatrix ran a hand down Harry’s chest, playing with the blood congealed there.
“Yes,” Macnair answered, nodding absentmindedly, eyes glued on Harry’s panting form. “Bella gets to start tomorrow.” The woman cooed at his words. The couple left and Macnair moved as well, coming to a stop by the table as he reached down, a finger tracing the healed wounds on Harry’s chest.
“You are a beautiful boy. Did you know that, Harry?” The teenager did not answer, whimpering as the hand started to trail lower to his hip, tracing the inflamed scars.
“And soon, I get to play. You’ll never be the same after you leave here, you know that?” Macnair did not wait for Harry to make a response, one hand suddenly cupping the teen tightly. Harry’s eyes flew wide open and he cried out in shock, causing Macnair to grin widely.
“You won’t want it at first, I acknowledge that. But when I’m through with you, and you scream so loudly as you come, you’ll want it again. But you’ll be disgusted with yourself, that you want it soo badly that you’d beg for it, for my hard cock so deep inside you feel like your body’s split in two, but you’ll always come back to be dirtied.” Harry only whimpered, feeling his blood redirect at a touch he had had before but never wanted.
“But I’ll make sure after that first time that Bella has some fun too. It’s strange how having my cock in your ass makes the feeling of Crucio change.”
With Bellatrix, it was never-ending pain as she practiced different curses on him.
Released from the chains, he was left only to thrash wildly where he lay, screaming his throat hoarse, spit trailing down his chin as Bellatrix did her work.
“And here I’d hoped you would last longer,” Bellatrix commented after the second day. Harry was curled into a ball at her feet, sobbing brokenly. “Hmm…” Bellatrix knelt down, a hand stroking Harry’s hair lightly as the other trailed down to his right shoulder.
“Accio.” Her wand was aimed at Harry’s shoulder and he could hear the sickening pop as his shoulder dislocated, pushed out of place with a gentle shove of her wand.
“GAH!” She laughed at that scream, standing back up as he moved to cradle his shoulder, face still turned away from her.
“If you’re not going to fight back… maybe I just need to figure out how loud you scream?” Kicking him onto his back, Bellatrix locked eyes with pained emerald as she aimed.
“Sferzare[Break].” There was a loud crack.
Harry stifled his whimpers as he felt his right arm break, another snap echoing through the air as Bellatrix jerked her wand forward again, seeing Harry’s eyes fly wide open while he screamed. She then aimed again at his wrist, the bones breaking though his skin as his wrist fell back, limply, his fingers twitching no doubt from the damage done to his nerves. Bellatrix knelt by him again, petting his hair as she brought the broken wrist onto her lap, cradling it as she looked down at the blood flowing down his hand.
Harry was dead-white in the face as he tried to breathe without sobbing, grey hues appearing on his skin as she stroked his wrist roughly, playing with his convulsing fingers. Without warning she laughed, a cold laugh that still chilled him to the bone, before abruptly seizing his wrist between both hands and squeezing.
Harry did not bother to hold back the scream this time, filled with anguish as the bones outside his skin were forced back in the wrong way.
But Bellatrix was not done yet.
“Accio!” With a sickening sound, the bones jutting out of his skin broke free from his wrist, hovering in the air for a split second before falling into her hand, blood dripping from the slivers, some with strips of muscle still attached. Bellatrix looked down at the ruined limb and cursed.
“That’s your wand hand, oops.”
“And you have been disqualified, Bella,” Macnair sniggered. “We don’t have Skele-Gro, so it’s permanent, he won’t be able to use that hand effectively now. Your time is up.” Bellatrix pouted as if she’d had just lost her favorite toy, which in a way she had and stood, carelessly dropping the bones to the ground. Finally free of her, Harry curled away, a hand going to his wrist as he forced his bound magic to flow into the wound, ignoring the breaks and his dislocated shoulder.
“So that’s why you haven’t passed out from blood loss yet.” Harry turned to see Macnair on his haunches, hands behind his back as he stared at the teenager.
“That’s good to know, that you’re smart, and can… prioritize.” Dark jaded eyes weary, pained and slightly glazed were locked on the executioner as Macnair stood, grinning. “I’ll give you the rest of the day off, but tomorrow, it’s my turn.”
Harry shuddered. Where was everyone? Why had they not honed in on his magical signal yet? Damien…he and…why?
Harry slowly started to shake his head, curling around the ruined limp as true tears started to fall.
And that’s that, this unedited version of Nemesis,
See ya whenever I shit out another chapter. (…wait for it, wait for it…)
Mwheheheh!!
8/29/09 Edited version is out and available!! Ehehe
THANK YOU STARRY WOLF!!!
Wolfie…Wolfie, Wolfie, our Molfie
Ahh, Momo can not thank you enough for helping this insignificant one find the untapped potential in this fic! *cackles madly*
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