Rage and Mystification
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Chapter Three
Punishment
"Ah, Mister Malfoy and Mister Snape, I was hoping you two would be by soon." Voldemort's cold voice spoke out into the room. Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape walked further into the room, dragging a body behind them.
"Is this?" Voldemort started to say but cut off. Lucius nodded his head in reply. "Bring him to me."
Severus and Lucius both dragged the person up to Voldemort. Voldemort's hand slipped out behind his black cloak. He pulled back the young man's cloak, revealing his face. Voldemort's cold fingers ran down the young boy's jaw line. The boy flinched away from Voldemort's touch.
Voldemort grabbed the young man's chin and tilted it towards him. When he moved the young boy's face, Harry got a clear view of who it was. Voldemort's icy stare returned back to Lucius. "You should really teach your son how to act properly Lucius. Some might take his actions in a negative manor." Voldemort's cold voice harped out.
Lucius nodded his head at his lord. Seeing that Lucius agreed, Voldemort returned his gaze back at the young man in front of him, who had now fallen onto his knees. He tipped Draco's chin back up. Draco hesitantly looked up into Voldemort's eyes.
"Did you really think I would let you get away with what you've done? Did you actually think I wouldn't find out? Did you honestly think I was going to let you go to the other side? Do you honestly think I would let such a precious young man leave my ranks to join the Order?" When Draco didn't answer Voldemort kept on, "You know, you are a very beautiful young man. It is a pity really that such beauty has to go to waste. Too bad that you want to go against me. I still can't believe that you of all people would dare to defy me. I bet your father is ashamed of how you've turned out. I know I would if I had you for a son."
"Then again," Voldemort started turning his gaze up to Lucius, "you can't blame yourself for how this filth has turned out. I know that it must be truly embarrassing having him for a son. If I were you, I would see if I could get him removed from the family. I know that he is still your son, Lucius; but now he is nothing but filth. You did your best. Sometimes there is just a bad apple." Voldemort looked back down at Draco and dropped his chin causing Draco to fall to the floor. "Too bad that that apple had to be you."
Voldemort stepped away from the mess that was lying in the floor. He reached for some item in his robes. He wrapped his pale, cold fingers around the object. He slowly brought it out and let Draco have a good look at what he was holding. Draco's eyes suddenly flashed with fear. He looked up at his father, but his father showed him no emotion what so ever. He looked up to Severus; his eyes were pleading for someone to help him. His eyes began to water; he needed someone to help him. He needed someone to take pity on him and take him far away from Voldemort. But no on in that room was about to help him.
Draco's eyes returned to the man dressed in black robes that stood before him. Draco shut his eyes he didn't want to see what Voldemort was about to do with him. Voldemort laughed at the boy's innocence. "You know the punishments of your actions Mr. Malfoy. It is now time that you serve those punishments." Voldemort said before raising his wand and pointing it down at Draco and screaming out, "CRUCIO!!"
Draco's young form immediately started to shake uncontrollably. You could see in his eyes that he was trying not to scream as the pain ripped through his body. Tears started to swell up in his eyes and Voldemort just began to laugh at the boy's attempt not to cry. Voldemort's eyes flashed an odd colour of red as they were filled with pure hatred. Draco couldn't suppress his screams any longer. He could feel his throat become raw and bloody from the screams.
As Harry watched the scene before him, he became sick. He watched Draco's body twitch around. Draco's skin started to rip open. Blood started to gush out of Draco's newly opened wounds. Harry could hear a sickening cracking and saw Draco's leg go limp. His head bucked against the floor and cracked open. More screams erupted into the bloody room.
Screams echoed through the Dursley's house on Privet Drive. Harry woke up panting and sweating and crying. It was all just a dream. It was just a dream. It wasn't real. Harry's mind started to chant before he snapped back to reality. Wait, but last year Arthur Weasley was attacked and I saw it through a dream. Then, oh no, no, no. Draco. I've got to help him!! How? I've got to tell Dumbledore or Lupin or anyone. Wait, why was Snape helping him? He's supposed to be on our side! He's in the order and everything!!! He's really helping Voldemort not us!!
Harry grabbed his glasses off of his table and put them on. He looked over towards Hedwig's cage. She still hadn't return. I've let her out three days ago and she has yet to return. Where could she be? Well, there is absolutely no way that I can get in touch with Dumbledore or anyone now.
After a few minutes of trying to recollect himself and calm down his breathing, Harry could faintly hear someone screaming at him. "BOY!!! Get up and come down stairs!!" Vernon Dursley's voice echoed through the house.
Harry relentlessly got out of his bed, put on some pants and headed down the stairs. He didn't bother getting fully dressed, as long as he had on his pants the Dursleys couldn't care less. Besides, it's not like they ever noticed Harry anyway. He was just decoration, some slave, some piece of trash. Harry quietly took his seat at the table and looked down at the meal in front of him. Toast. Oh joy!! Just what I've always wanted!! A piece of fucking toast!!
Harry bitterly ate his toast and pretended to be grateful. He hated how all of them had to go on the diet, when it was only Dudley who needed to lose the weight. If anything, Harry needed to gain some weight, not lose any more weight. Harry sat and watched the Dursleys and they pretended not to notice him staring at them.
Dudley had lost some weight, but only enough to fit back into his Smeltings uniform. He couldn't help but agree to what some of Dudley's classmates had been calling him, Moby Dick. His uncle looked the same as always. He was still beefy with no neck and a large moustache. There was something different about his uncle that Harry couldn't point out; but nevertheless it was still there, what ever it was. His aunt was still the same also, although time was finally taking its toll on her.
He watched his cousin and his uncle eat their breakfast and have small talk with one another. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his aunt folding the laundry. His uncle started to hoot with laughter and shout out "That's my boy!" After obviously hearing one of Dudley's stories about beating someone up.
If only if he knew the truth. Dudley's not beating up people half his size. Well, then again, it depends on how you look at it. They are half his size. Not to mention that they are all about 10 years old too. It's pathetic. He's pathetic. They are all pathetic.
Harry saw his aunt pick up the freshly folded laundry and leave the room. After a few moments of Harry sitting there watching his uncle and cousin, and listening to another one of his cousin Dudley's stories he heard a scream coming from upstairs. The scream belonged to his aunt.
"VERNON!!! COME!!! COME HERE!!! AND BRING THAT BOY!!!!"
Harry instantly knew what had happened. She had found it. She had found the hole he had punched into the wall. The next thing Harry knew his uncle had grabbed his hair and was jerking him up the stairs. "Whatever you've done now boy you're going to pay." His uncle was muttering something to himself as he drug Harry into his room.
"Look Vernon!! Just look at what it had done."
Harry hated it when they referred to him as boy or it or freak. He preferred the name his parents had given him, Harry. He wasn't about to mention this to the Dursleys, especially not at this moment. They already looked heated enough.
"What in the devil were you thinking when you did this?" His uncle screamed in his face. Harry backed himself up against the wall trying to avoid his uncle's rage. Harry truly felt scared of his uncle.
Vernon turned back to his wife and gently began to rub her arm. "Don't worry Petunia darling. Just leave the freak to me. I'll make sure that he gets his punishment." His uncle said to his wife trying to calm her.
She started to walk out the room when she turned her head around and shot a nasty glare at Harry. He could hear his uncle walking towards him and knew that whatever he was going to do it was either going to hurt and be painful or it will be painful and hurt. His uncle grabbed his hair and ripped him up.
"Do you think that this is funny boy? Do you think it is funny to damage others property." His uncle began to snarl at him. When Harry didn't answer his uncle shoved him against the wall and shouted in his face, "WELL DO YOU??"
Harry knew better than to answer, his uncle much more preferred to stand there and yell at him. Telling him that something was wrong with him and how it's just not normal the way he response to people. But Harry just didn't feel like that today, he just wanted to see his uncle tick. He liked to watch his uncle nearly lose his mind. So Harry answered, "No sir. Not at all funny or amusing."
"Oh, so you're going to mock me now?"
"Me mock you, never."
"That is it boy." He stated before he started hitting Harry across the face.
Harry stood up; he was confused but he was angrier. By the time Harry completely stood up again he was knocked back down. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach again and again. When he looked to see what it was that was causing all of the pain, he saw his uncle's foot coming into contact with it.
Harry felt his hair being jerked on once again. Harry was wearily put back up on his feet. His uncle took yet another swing at him. This time his uncle's fist came into contact with his eye. Harry swung back with all of his might hitting his uncle's jaw. He could hear it make a sickening popping sound. He didn't care; all he cared about was trying to get away from his uncle.
Harry felt himself being shoved up against a wall. He felt someone grab onto his hair and beat his head into the wall. He felt weak. Blackness was beginning to swirl around his world. Harry liked the blackness; he wanted to go towards it. He wanted to lose himself in it. He felt like he was slipping away; the blackness was slowly starting to go away. Like he couldn't hold on to it anymore.
His uncle had let go of him and he fell to the floor. He was too weak to stand on his own. His legs just wouldn't support him. Harry could feel his uncle grip his hair once again and pulled him on to his feet. This time instead of hitting him he took him to the bathroom. Harry was thrown into the bathroom like a person would throw a piece of trash away.
Harry could feel his head come into contact with something and saw that it was the corner to the sink. He could hear his uncle walk off and he felt glorious that his uncle was going to leave him alone. He didn't know how, but some how he had managed to escape. He had gotten away.
Too late, he had gotten too excited too early and too fast. He could hear his uncle making his way back towards the bathroom; the bathroom in which Harry laid halfway unconscious.
He looked up and saw his uncle with a bucket of something that made the room have an awful stench and it also made Harry's world seem to go a little darker. The smell was toxic; it made him feel as if he smelled that for one more minute he would die. Harry suddenly understood that that was his uncle's exactly intention.
"Now you'll stay in here and clean up every inch of this bathroom. Do you hear me? I want this room to sparkle. You'll not get a meal until this room is clean and you'll not leave this room either. Do I make myself clear?" His uncle sneered at him.
Harry looked up at his uncle and slowly nodded his head. His uncle turned around slammed the door shut and left. Harry could hear the beefy man walk down the hall and finally down the stairs. The smell of contents in the bucket was already affecting him. Just the smell alone made him want to pass out. But he couldn't. He had work to do.
Harry slowly began to clean the bathroom, only every once in awhile his vision would start to fad in and out. Harry accidentally spilled some of the contents of the bucket on his arms and chest. It began to eat away at his skin, it burned extremely badly. He then wished that he had put on a shirt. He even felt like passing out in the bathroom. He knew that he couldn't, if he did it was likely that he would die. And he was not about to let the Dursleys have that kind of satisfaction.
Harry heard a knock on the door. At first he thought that he must have been imaging it, but then the door handle started to turn. When the door opened, it reviled Mobby Dick aka Dudley Dursley. Dudley stared down Harry and gave him an odd look.
"God that stuff stinks. How can you say in here with that? What happened to your face?" Dudley started to question him. Harry didn't answer; he figured that if he did he would probably get hit again. "Harry, what happened?" Dudley questioned again.
Harry was shocked; they hardly ever called him Harry. Especially Dudley. Harry tried to ignore him and started to clean the bathroom once again.
"Harry. What is wrong with you?" Dudley asked. Harry thought that Dudley must have lost his mind; Dudley never talks to him. Most of the time he's scared to death of him. When Harry didn't say anything this time Dudley walked further into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. "Why won't you talk? I'm not going to hit you or anything. I just want to know."
By that time Harry was in complete rage. What did Dudley think happen? He fell down the stairs or something? "Merlin. What do you think happened? You think I fell or something? This was no accident."
"What do you mean 'this was no accident?'"
"Your father."
"What? My dad wouldn't do something like that."
"Well, it sure isn't the first time that he's ever done it." Harry snapped at him.
Dudley took a minute to think before he said, "Well at least he isn't a queer."
"A queer? What? Do you think I'm gay?"
"Yes, I mean, well last year I could hear you in your room moaning out Cedric. So far this year it's been Sirius. Well, until last night. Last night you were moaning out Draco. What am I supposed to think?"
"I don't know what you're supposed to think Dudley. Even if I was gay, that's not why you've heard me moaning out."
"Oh really. Why else would you be moaning out in the middle of the night? Why else would you be saying their names if the weren't your lovers?"
This just pushed Harry over the edge. How dare he talk about them like that. "No Dudley they weren't my lovers. Cedric and Sirius were murdered!!! You would think that if you had to watch someone be murdered that you might have some nightmares about it. How would you like every time you close your eyes you saw the only person who cared for you die!! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF YOUR GODFATHER WAS MURDERED RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES!?!?!"
"Well yours deserved it. He was a murder."
"No he wasn't. He never did it. Someone else killed them."
"What about Draco? Huh, you never said anything about him dieing?"
"That's because he isn't dead, yet."
"Then why were you saying his name?"
"Because, Dudley, last night I had to watch him be tortured."
"Well why do you dream about those things? Can't you just dream about something else?"
"No Dudley I can't. I have no control over what I dream. All I can do is dream. Sometimes I have good dreams, but most the time they are just nightmares. Nightmares of stuff that I know you could never even imagine."
"Well you would think that there would be something that you could do. I mean with magic."
"Dudley just shut up and go away. I don't even know why your in hear. Just go away."
Dudley opened the door and started to walk back out of the bathroom but then he turned back around, "I still think you are a queer." And then he opened the door and began to walk out.
But before he shut the door back Harry shouted at him, "SO WHAT IF I AM A QUEER!!! WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL DOES IT MATTER TO YOU!!! OH!!! I UNDERSTAND NOW!! YOU JUST WISH I WAS GAY SO YOU COULD HAVE A SHOT AT ME. WELL GUESS WHAT FATASS EVEN THEN PIECE OF MEAT WOULDN'T FUCKING TOUCH YOU'RE ASS!"
Dudley slammed the door shut. Harry could hear Dudley walk back downstairs. Harry knew what he had done was a mistake, but at the same time, he would do it again and again. A few minutes later he could hear someone walking back up the stairs. The bathroom suddenly flew open. There in the doorway was a red faced Vernon Dursley.
"What were you thinking, boy??? Calling MY SON A QUEER!!!"
Harry saw his uncle slam the door behind him. He then knew that he was definitely going to be in trouble now. Harry could feel his hair being jerk up. Once he had stood up his uncle shoved him up against the wall. His uncle grabbed his hair and rammed his head into the wall. Harry felt dizzy and couldn't hold himself up any longer; he fell to the floor on his stomach.
Harry could hear something behind him. It sounded faintly like someone removing a belt from their jeans. Harry's mind was screaming for him to get up and run away, but Harry's body just wasn't strong enough to get up off of the floor. Harry felt his uncle's belt come into contact with the skin on his back.
Harry's breaths were now coming in ragged pants. He was terrified of what his uncle was doing. Harry was in shock, he couldn't move, he couldn't yell out for help, all he could do is lay there. All he wanted to do was to scream out for help, but his voice just wouldn't yell out. Harry finally managed to scream out, but it was too late.
Tears started to swell up in Harry's eyes. Harry felt his uncle grab on to his hair and shoved his head down onto the cold tile floor. Tears were now pouring out of Harry's eyes. He couldn't help himself; the pain he was feeling was just too much. Harry could feel his uncle grab his hair once again. He shoved Harry's head down onto the floor.
Pain shot through Harry's body as his head came into contact with the floor. His vision blurred and everything started to grow darker. The last thing Harry saw was his uncle walking back out of the bathroom. He could hear his uncle saying something that sounded like "punishment." Then everything went black and Harry knew that he had passed out.
To Be Continued…
Author's Note: Well here's this weeks dose of Rage and Mystification!! Please, please review!!! I'll update Saturday!! See-ya!