Harry watched as he begged, as he cried and pleaded for a mercy that wasn't going to come. Bellatrix was taking great enjoyment in torturing Snape, she'd always hated him and now was the perfect time to take her hate out on him, plus she adored Harry in her own insane, sadistic way and anyone who hurt him would bleed.

Bella threw a wide variety of spells at him, all designed to inflict pain on the victim, instead of just sticking with the cruciatus, while it was a good way to cause pain it also got kind of boring after a while. There were lash marks all over his back, some whip thin and some as thick as a leather belt.

His face was covered with tears and mucus from his pitiful snivelling, Remus and Sirius were getting in on the action as well, god he loved them, his honorary godfathers, they too wanted revenge for the hurt Snape had inflicted on him and he had no doubt the twins were concocting something truly vile to feed Snape.

While Remus' and Sirius' spells weren't as dark as Bella's, but they still packed a punch and Snape had yet to stop screaming even after three hours, considering his vocal cords should have stopped working by now he wasn't sure how they'd managed that feat.

Harry was standing off to the side with the Dark Lord behind him, arms wound around his waist and his chin on his top of his head.

Fenrir was leaning on the opposite wall waiting his turn to torture the man who hurt his cub, it always warmed Harry inside to see how much these people loved him, after all these years he finally had what he'd always wished for, a family.

Unlike those pitiful creatures who used to call themselves his relatives, the Dursleys. They were long dead, and it was by his wand. Dumbledore had been so angry to hear of what Harry had done, believing his precious chess piece to be going dark, and he wasn't wrong, but his opinion didn't matter, the Dark Lord had done away with him in Harrys' seventh year.

The Order of the Phoenix had fallen and those who truly cared about Harry had sided with the Dark. Remus, Sirius, The Twins, Neville, Luna, and Hermione. All converted to the Dark because they truly cared about him, it was a nice feeling, to have people who truly and wholly care about you so much that they are willing to turn there backs on their families and their friends for you.

Harry knew they would never betray him, after sacrificing so much for him they had proven that they were true friends and he loved them all. He hadn't understood what love really was until after Hogwarts, understandable considering how he grew up.

He had mostly just faked it, but he never really knew what it felt like and used to think he'd never be capable of it, but then his friends had done unimaginable feats to keep him safe and the Dark Lord had treasured him as his last Horcrux and he had finally understood. He knew he was still incredibly emotionally stunted, but he didn't mind all that much.

When Harry had woken up that morning he had expected it to be incredibly awkward and for Marvalo to be angry at him for what happened. He'd been shocked when the Dark Lord had woken up he rolled over to face him, smiled and kissed him breathless.

As he'd lay there panting the Dark Lord had moved so his head was at Harrys' pelvic bone and in one swift movement had pulled off his sleep pants before licking one long stripe over Harrys' cock.

Harry had been instantly hard after that and the Dark Lord had taken him in his mouth completely before he started bobbing his head, he'd continued until Harry had cum, all the while jerking himself off at the same time.

Just thinking about that had Harry blushing and Marvalo, as though he knew exactly what he'd been thinking, chuckled slightly before licking one long stripe from the crook of Harry's shoulder to his ear which he started nibbling on after a moment, making Harry shiver and have to contain a moan. He was trying to try to tamper down on his blush, heedless to say he wasn't having much success.

Harry slapped Marvalo playfully on the arm to make him stop his teasing, it worked and Marvalo chuckled before taking a small step back, not enough to stop touching him but enough so he wasn't basically glued to Harrys' back.

Harry turned his attention back to the scene in front of him, watching as Bellatrix kicked Snape in the stomach and he could swear he heard Snape's' ribs crack.

"Bella, may I have a turn?" harry asked, the question was mostly just a formality, he was going to do it anyway even without her permission.

"Of course, love, take a shot," Bella replied with her trademark deranged grin plastered over her face, that she got whenever death or torture was so much as mentioned.

Chuckling slightly at Bella's enthusiasm, Harry turned towards his ex lover and shot him a sneer, smiling when he heard Snape whimper, before tugging out of Marvalo's hold and walking towards him until he was only a foot away.

Choosing to forego a spell, Harry bought his foot up and smashed it down into Snape's leg, right under his knee and laughed when he heard the sickening crack of Snape's leg bone getting snapped in half, just knowing and loving how much pain he knew Snape to be in.

Harry, having gotten what he'd come for, turned towards the dungeons exit and walked out of the cell towards Marvalo's rooms so that he could relay the days events to Nagini, Marvalo's familiar, and get her opinion on how he should kill Snape, personally he wanted to hang Snape up in the middle of Diagon Alley, but he knew that would be a bad idea, what with the children around the area and whatnot.