Heart Strings: a Harry X Voldemort|Tom

The Rage of a Soulmate...

Narrator's POV

Tom was frozen in shock, looking at his younger soulmate, who was currently removing his own shirt.

Harry was practically naked, wearing only his undergarment, his skinny body covered in scars, burn scars and, most horrifically, he saw evidence of bones healing in the wrong places.

Harry's eyes were closed as his soulmate observed his body, he knew it was now or their wedding night Tom saw those scars and it was better now.

Tom pressed kisses to each and every scar, every burn, and every broken bone, his did that until his lips ached, it was his fault that Harry's parents had been killed and had lead to his abuse.

Though, it was Wormtail who had lead his insane self to the Potters.

Yes, he would get Harry's revenge, it would take it out on all four 'people' responsible.

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Unfortunately, that revenge had to wait until the Winter Break, where they returned to Riddle Manor and Tom sent the LeStranges to fetch the Dursley's and summoned Wormtail.

Once the prisoners arrived and Wormtail believe that he was being rewarded, they went down into the dungeon, where Harry was waiting in the shadows, wearing his Lady Tenebris veil but a normal outfit of a black and red striped sweatshirt, a leather belt over a black jean skirt, his fishnets and black ankle boots.

Wormtail quickly noticed the Dark Lady and gave a quick bow, then looking back to the Dark Lord.

Wormtail made a noise of surprise as he was pushed into a cell and the door locked.

Harry giggled, hugging his soulmate's arm, "Perfect. Can we start now?"

"Of course, love, it's your night." His soulmate replied, removing Harry's veil and setting it on a nearby chair.

The prisoners gasped at the sight of Harry, none thinking their captor could possibly be him.

The soulmates turned their attention first to Wormtail, the younger spoke, "You are responsible for all my pain, because of you my parents were killed and I was sent to live with those Muggles. Have you ever been abused, Peter? I don't think so, so how about you see how it feels?"

Peter gulped as his clothes disintegrated until only his underwear remained.

Harry summoned flames that burned Peter's stomach and arm, just as Petunia had once punished him for burning the bacon as a toddler.

He then covered Peter in shattered glass that cut him just as Harry was once cut by a broken window that Dudley once broke and blamed on him, and then added the beating he got after that had broken two of his ribs.

Hours passed and soon every single punishment that scarred Harry's body was repeated on Wormtail, his body a broken, bloody mess.

"If you survive the night, Peter, well just repeat this again and again until you do, after all I got more punishments than this, those are just the ones that are scars." Harry laughed

He then turned his attention to the Dursley's, where he'd let Tom let out the rage that had been festering for the past two months.

Tom started with Vernon first —since he had hurt Harry the most he'd have to watch his family die— deciding to do a reverse hanging on him, tying his hands behind his back and then hanging him by his stomach, the rope having to be strengthen because of his weight.

Vernon began to beg for mercy, but every word he muttered added a ten pound weight to his back, his body beginning to get rope burn as the skin began to break and he began to slip through, he wouldn't be cut in half for and hour or two but that was fine, they had two others to torture while they waited.

Petunia quickly found herself lying down on a table, having a perfect view of her reverse-hanging husband, a damp rag was placed over her mouth, her arms and legs tied to the table.

A bucket of water appeared over her head and it tilted and all of the water perfect streamed into her forcefully opened mouth, she gargled and swallowed the water but more was coming, every time she took a breathe there was more, she couldn't breathe.

While she was drowning alive, flames ate at her limbs, burning slowly, burning through her clothes and skin and bone, leaving her toes and fingers ash as it slowly moved up.

When the fire reached the end of her limbs, making her a stump, it self extinguished.

About an hour had passed before Petunia drowned, leaving about an hour left until Vernon would be cut in half by the rope, he was about halfway there but spells were keeping him alive.

Now, for Dudley, he decided that he would be boiled alive, as a stew for his werewolf allies, who were currently residing in the forest behind his manor.

Dudley quickly found himself in a large caldron of water, over a fire.

He then suddenly found himself scalped, his hair from his head gone and his other body hair burned off.

His blood began to plop into the water, along with added vegetables like corn, halved mushrooms, halved potatoes, sliced carrots, chopped celery, cut up onions, parsnips, turnips, chopped up cloves of garlic and leaves of cabbage.

Then, ironically, a bottle of red wine was poured in —none of his expensive wine, but a cheaper one that was meant for cooking—, adding more flavor to the stew as well as some Worcestershire sauce.

Finally, a pinch of sugar, some salt, pepper, paprika and cayenne were added to the stew for a kick.

Soon enough, the water began to boil.

Dudley screamed as he was boiled alive, his body cooking so his meat was tender and his fat floated to the top of the stew.

Soon enough, the stew was completed and a house-elf skimmed the top to remove the fat, leaving the bones as he pulled the meat off it.

The house-elf then took the Caldron of stew to the werewolves, telling them it was a gift from the Dark Lord and his Lady.

Then, as the night of revenge came to a close, Vernon slipped from the rope, his body falling to the ground in a wet thud and a loud snap, he was dead.

And, that following morning, Wormtail' corpse was discovered, he succumbed to his infected wounds...