Somewhere

Ok just a short one this time because people seemed to want to see dursley suffer.... ok so i did have fun writing it as well *evil grin*

muse: she's crazy i tell you
isis: quiet or i'll put you back in the cupboard
muse: eep!

i'm sure sev had fun aswell though

severus: possibly...
isis: told you


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“Harry my boy, can you sit up for me?” asked Albus, gently taking hold of Harry’s arm and helping him to sit up against the head board.

“Drink these, they’ll make you feel better,” he said handing the young man the potions.

“What are they Sir?” he asked.

“A muscle relaxant and a pain reliever.”

Taking the stoppers out of both bottles, he chocked them back, gagging at the foul taste. Almost immediately he felt a difference. His muscles relaxed from what had been their constant clenched state and the pain receded to a dull niggling at the back of his mind. Taking a proper look around he saw Hedwig watching him from the desk and Dumbledore sat on a chair next to his bed.

“Where’s Professor Snape? I was sure he was here earlier.”

“He was Harry. There’s something you should know. Professor Snape has invoked the Right of Retribution. It’s a little heard of law and few know of it but it does exist. It means he can punish your uncle as he sees fit. Vernon Dursley will die tonight Harry,” he explained gently.

“It’s ok Sir. My uncle deserves everything that’s coming to him. There are more than enough men like him and even one less on the streets is a good thing. If he did it to me he could do it to others as well. I will ask one thing though. Obliviate my aunt and cousin. She tried to help me when she could and Dudley might have beaten me up but that was his father’s doing as well. They didn’t know anything about this. Make them think he left or even make them forget him all together, I don’t care just make them think something.”

“I’ll see that it’s done my boy. Now sleep for a bit and I’ll come wake you when Professor Snape returns,” he said as he left the room.


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The fat man sat on a chair in an abandoned warehouse, rats scuttling around his feet. His hands were tied behind his back and the fat under his chin quivered as he sobbed, watching the man in black circle him like a hawk. He was bloodied and bruised from the beating that Severus had already inflicted on him. Blood trickled from a cut over his eye, his nose was broken and his lip split. It had disgusted Severus to touch him in the first place but after everything he had done to Harry he knew it was worth it. Wiping his hands on his robes he stepped up to the whale of a man and dug his wand into his temple. He so wanted to cast the Cruciatus on him, but knew that neither Dumbledore nor Harry would want him to do anything illegal. So instead he’d settled for a physical beating, with a little touch a magic here and there, like the Sectumsempra he had cast earlier with a smile on his face as cuts started to litter the man’s body. Personally he couldn’t think of a more appropriate use for the spell that he had invented all those years ago. Now though he was beginning to tire of watching the man sob.

“This isn’t right. You’re breaking the law you freak,” he cried, just before Severus slapped him hard across the face again making him whimper.

“How dare you call me a freak when you get your kicks from beating and raping a minor. You disgust me to my very core and if it makes me a freak because I will enjoy watching you die then so be it. I believe that I will still be able to sleep at night. As for breaking the law, I am afraid you are wrong my repulsive friend. This is perfectly legal and binding in my world. You will pay for what you did to Harry and you will pay dearly. Everything you did to that boy you will feel, every beating, every rape, every taunt and jib. Yes I believe I will enjoy this greatly. Firmus preteritus malum,” he said with a twist and flick of his wand, an evil sneer on his face.

A scream was ripped from Vernon's lungs as he felt everything he had done to his nephew over the last sixteen years of his life. Very soon he was shriek and screaming, crying like a baby and soon after that he pissed himself. As he relived all this, Severus paced and watched a sneer still on his face. Eventually the spell came to an end and the whale of a man sat in the chair, a quivering mess. Walking up to him Severus looked the man in the eyes one last time before spitting at his feet and finally casting a severing charm on the mans throat, leaving him to drown in his own blood.

“Goodbye Dursley,” he muttered.

No one would ever find, see or hear from Vernon Dursley again.

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don't forget R+R!

severus: your right she is review whore
muse: i told you she was
isis: shut up, both of you or no steamy sex!
severus: but... but... but...
isis: no buts!