Retribution & Reprimand
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
887
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Retribution & Reprimand
White blonde hair fell into steel grey eyes, as another round of pain began. He had failed. He wanted to die, but he knew that nothing would bring that pain-free existence fast enough.
What’s worse is that he had failed all around. He had failed to do what the dark-lord wanted; he had failed to turn to the light. He was a complete and utter failure. The only reprieve he could even fathom was Severus, but he… he was shrouded in the secrecy that was provided by those so loved by the dark lord.
He had no idea what to do; his mind was slipping away, the pain so intense that it was invading his very core. The worst part of this all was, even if he died, no one would ever know how much he hated the man that was torturing, just how much he feared him. It was as if his entire life had been one great disappointment to his father, and now the biggest was this.
Well fuck his father, he was in Azkaban, He’d decided hours ago that he’d no longer scream, perhaps it had been days ago, he wasn’t sure. He only knew the pain, the agony.
Another curse crashed into his mangled form, and tears threatened to fall that were long since shattered into dust. He knew all along that he couldn’t complete the mission set before him. The bastard knew.
The vulture aiming a wand even now at his destroyed body, knew all along that he wasn’t dark enough to serve, he knew that a man with any love in his life, even if only the love of one overly frightened mother, could not be forced to do something so heinous. He had always known.
And for the poor young soul strung up in manacles being cursed within an inch of his life, then healed until he could be cursed again… It was all too much. He felt his mind retreating, and knowledge seeded itself in the fertile soil that was his mind. He would be crazy, completely fucking crazy in a matter of minutes.
“Let him go.” A high pitched snake-like voice called, and the young man crumpled to the ground. “Send him back to the school. I’ve tired of his silence.”
A short, fat, rat-like man pulled the boy to his chest and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. He then unceremoniously dumped the broken and beaten body to the ground and apparated away.
Hours seemed to pass by before a voice could escape from bleeding, chapped lips. “Help me…” The dark night seemed to crash around him, encompassing him in the dark, and the young man knew no more.
What’s worse is that he had failed all around. He had failed to do what the dark-lord wanted; he had failed to turn to the light. He was a complete and utter failure. The only reprieve he could even fathom was Severus, but he… he was shrouded in the secrecy that was provided by those so loved by the dark lord.
He had no idea what to do; his mind was slipping away, the pain so intense that it was invading his very core. The worst part of this all was, even if he died, no one would ever know how much he hated the man that was torturing, just how much he feared him. It was as if his entire life had been one great disappointment to his father, and now the biggest was this.
Well fuck his father, he was in Azkaban, He’d decided hours ago that he’d no longer scream, perhaps it had been days ago, he wasn’t sure. He only knew the pain, the agony.
Another curse crashed into his mangled form, and tears threatened to fall that were long since shattered into dust. He knew all along that he couldn’t complete the mission set before him. The bastard knew.
The vulture aiming a wand even now at his destroyed body, knew all along that he wasn’t dark enough to serve, he knew that a man with any love in his life, even if only the love of one overly frightened mother, could not be forced to do something so heinous. He had always known.
And for the poor young soul strung up in manacles being cursed within an inch of his life, then healed until he could be cursed again… It was all too much. He felt his mind retreating, and knowledge seeded itself in the fertile soil that was his mind. He would be crazy, completely fucking crazy in a matter of minutes.
“Let him go.” A high pitched snake-like voice called, and the young man crumpled to the ground. “Send him back to the school. I’ve tired of his silence.”
A short, fat, rat-like man pulled the boy to his chest and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. He then unceremoniously dumped the broken and beaten body to the ground and apparated away.
Hours seemed to pass by before a voice could escape from bleeding, chapped lips. “Help me…” The dark night seemed to crash around him, encompassing him in the dark, and the young man knew no more.