Devil on the Wall

Title: Revenge (1/4)
Series: Devil on the Wall
Author: Lux (quietlygorgeous@hotmail.com)
Feedback: not needed but greatly appreciated
Rating: R
Pairing: SS/HP
Summary: He is my devil and on my shelf is where he'll stay.
Archive: www.snowroses.net (my site) ; anyone else just ask
Warnings: angst; death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: I don't kill off Harry or Snape. Don't get me wrong, I adore Ginny. It just turned out this way for her :P.
Thanks: KC for putting up with my quirks and for being you ::smooch::

Devil on the Wall: Revenge

The doors to the Riddle House exploded from their hinges, pieces of wood littered the air as Harry Potter stepped forward. His chest was heaving as his heart pattered wildly in his ears. A pair of Death Eaters came running down the hall. They barely had a chance to draw their wands before their insides were spattered against the walls. The air was filled with the thick smell of blood. Harry walked past their remains without a second glance and followed the way they had come.

Again, the door combusted and Harry found the room he was looking for. He wanted to spit on all the kneeling, hooded figures who didn't have the balls to stand up for themselves. His wand hand twitched before he petrified them all. He wondered if they knew of the poison Voldemort had forced Ginny to drink. Did they know the agony she had suffered over the last two weeks? Did they have her blood on their hands? His hand clenched, nearly snapped his wand in half before he looked up to meet red eyes.

Voldemort studied Harry. He could feel the anger coming off the youth in waves. The state of his Death Eaters was a minor inconvenience that he would fix later. He licked his lips thoroughly before hissing, "Well, well, well. Harry Potter. I see you've found me." Harry nodded curtly. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I've come to kill you."

His laugh made Harry's spine tremble and the hairs on his arms stand on end. "Kill me? My dear boy, you can't kill me. But I will enjoy killing you." He raised his wand and said those two words that had killed Harry's parents. All Harry felt was a dull pain in his stomach.

"Is that the best you can do?" he scoffed once his limbs had stopped shaking. He hadn't been sure if it would work but it had, Harry was invincible now. Not even Avada Kedavra could kill him. He thought it was a strange kind of irony. Harry stepped closer to Voldemort who took a step back. "What do you sound like when you scream?" Harry asked, looked genuinely interested. He smiled and said a string of spells that he had made himself.

Voldemort fell to his knees and screamed as a million screws seemed to penetrate his flesh. He looked down at his hands and screamed again when he saw his skin being peeled off his body in long, slim strips. "What are you doing to me?" he demanded.

"I'm not doing anything." Harry squatted down in front of him. "See, this little spell of mine decides how to kill you depending on what you deserve. A baby would be killed quickly and painlessly. You, on the other hand, you will be tortured before it finally crushes your brain." He almost laughed at the look of disbelief in Voldemort's eyes. "You see, you're doing this to yourself."
ldemldemort ground his teeth to keep from screaming in agony. He felt a foreign substance leave his eye. "You would've been," he groaned, "a wonderful Death Eater. I would've," he gave in and screamed, "made you respected. I could've made you the greatest wizard after me."

Harry shook his head. "I already am great. The only difference? I'm greater than you. I always was." He turned away from Voldemort's thrashing body to the stone figures whose eyes were wide with fear as their master was slowly killed. He transfigured a piece of wood into a sledgehammer and brought it down on each of their heads. They came apart like badly sculpted marble and stone.

He watched as the pool of blood expanded and he flinched as Voldemort let out one more deafening scream before his eyes were punctured like grapes and his brain combusted inside his skull. His body fell to the ground with a wet smack. Harry dropped the sledge hammer; felt his knees give out under him as he sank to the ground. He found refuge in a corner and cried.

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rry rry hardly blinked as the small black coffin was placed in the ground. His heart was beating swiftly and felt like it was being ripped from his chest but Harry did not cry. Instead, he watched as Percy sobbed into Charlie's chest. It was unspoken but everyone knew Percy's deep love for his little sister, their mutual affection for each other; their affair.

Harry wished that he could reach out to the family that he had begun to call his own but he felt like the outsider he was and had always been. He stayed at the edge of the congregation, wind whipping through his hair and long black coat; a chill crept up his spine as the first shovel of dirt was thrown onto the small black coffin that contained little Ginny Weasley. Except she wasn't so little anymore.

A hand found his and squeezed. "Harry."

Angrily he wrenched his hand away. "I don't need your sympathy," he snapped and stared at his lover. "I got my revenge, Severus."

The darker one smiled ruefully. "Indeed. I had the pleasure of seeing both corpses before the Aurors disposed of them. Brilliant work."

Harry stayed silent and watched the Weasley's turn away from the grave of the only one they'd lost. He wanted to run to Molly and hug her and cry with her and be her adopted again. But things were different now. Ginny was gone and so was Voldemort both by his hand. They had no room for Harry anymore. They walked past him without a glance. He may as well have been killed along with her. He caught Ron's arm. "Ron-I."

The red head yanked his arm away as if it were suddenly on fire. "Save it. I know what you did. We all know and we're all grateful. Just leave it alone." His former best friend walked away with his head bowed, ears pink, and hating Harry Potter because Harry had done what Ron couldn't. But how do you justify killing your own sister? And so it was easier to hate Harry who had done them all a favor in the end because favors are quickly forgotten and never repaid except for maybe a knife in the back.

Harry felt his heart turn to stone. No one wanted him. He had done his job. He had murdered. Ginny had begged him, pleaded with him to kill her. It was the only thing Harry had ever been able to do for her. Severus placed his hand on the small of his back. "Give them time," he whispered. "They haven't forgotten you."

Harry turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. "I have things to do." He Disapparated; was vaguely aware that Severus was tagging him.

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He Apparated in front of number four Privet Drive. Harry had hoped that he would never set foot in the vile house again but there were ends that needed tying, blood that needed spilling; their blood for his blood. Severus appeared next to him and blinked at the house.

"Ah, your Aunt and Uncle's home I presume," he sniffed disdainfully.

Harry frowned. "Why are you following me?" It was unnerving, made him feel like he was a child. As if he needed to be tagged.

"For my own personal enjoyment," Severus clucked. "Besides, I've wanted to meet your relatives for quite some time." He advanced forward but Harry put a strong hand on his chest.

"You'll wait out here," he ordered.

Severus deflated, scowled. "Fine."

Harry entered the house and for once didn't feel the hands of shame slam down on his shoulders and push him into the painfully clean carpet. He knocked the mud from his boots onto the crisp, white surface and enjoyed seeing deflowered perfection. He was larger than all of this now, though. He was stronger. He had power. Carefully, Harry slammed the door to get their attention.

All three Dursley's came suspiciously into the foyer, blanched upon seeing their blood again. Aunt Petunia nearly fainted at the sight of her once pristine carpet. "What do you want, filth?" Vernon spat at Harry's feet.

Harry drew his wand and pointed it at the three blood relatives he had. He muttered an unforgivable curse and watched his family twitch and scream in agony. "Not powerless anymore, am I?" He felt a laugh gurgle up his throat but it died before it reached his lips. He had decency enough not to laugh at pain. He was not Voldemort; never would be.

Like a spring twig, spines snapped and bodily fluids flowed from the three bodies. Revenge. It didn't taste as sweet as Harry had once believed. He left the house and joined Severus on the sidewalk. "Everything taken care of?"

Harry shrugged. "More or less." No one would find them for days.

"How did you do it?"

"An unforgivable. There wasn't time to do anything more painful. They got more than they deserved."

Severus nodded. "I must admit I would've liked to do it myself."

Harry chuckled thickly. "You can have the next one, I promise."

He watched Harry walk down the street. The youth didn't disappear right away. Harry needed closure as he waved at all the neighbors he had been hidden from. He stopped at the end of the road and beckoned for Severus to catch up. Severus smiled weakly. "You're the devil, Harry." My beautiful devil.