I am trying to get another chapter of this story out asap, today is 03-17-2020, 8:47 PM EST. So let's see how fast i can get this done. Update (05/16/2020 5:37 PM): I honestly haven't written more than 121 words on this chapter. I have hit a wall, until right now due to some weird vision that I somehow got from a song. so here we go.

Tom Marvolo Riddle was not what anyone would call a kind or caring man. Most people would say that the title of man was too much for a monster like him. His followers were well aware of this, you do not angry Tom Riddle or as he liked to call himself these days "Lord Voldemort".

Lucius Malfoy was experiencing this himself, the harsh pain of Tom's Crucio was frying his nerves, every breath taken in brought a new world of pain. The blonde hair servant whimpered as he suffered under the curse of his master.

"Have you had enough Lucius?" asked Tom rhetorically

Lucius didn't respond, knowing better. He simply bowed his head and kissed the bottom of his lord's robes.

"You are so pathetic Malfoy. Where is that inhumanely large pride of your's?" questioned the Dark Lord.

Lucius again knew that he shouldn't answer, it wasn't worth it.

"Silence? Is that your answer? Tsk Tsk Malfoy. I was hoping that you would show some signs of life. Where is the fun in torturing a man who doesn't respond. I guess your wife and son will have to fill your role in amusing me." Snarled Tom, his toothy smile sending ice down everyone in the room's spine.

"My Lord, please take it out on me, i would forfeit my life without question sir. But please, my family has done nothing wrong. We have served you well My Lord." pleaded Lucius, his eye filled with unshed tears.

Tom's eyes narrowed, the red orbs focused in on his servant's face, before anger flashed across his face. "You wish to bargain with what is already mine? Your life is worthless Lucius, you are but a single leaf standing before a storm. This is your house Lucius, but you live in my world."

Lucius bowed his head again and Tom hissed angrily.

"Dobbs, bring in Narcissa and young Draco. In fact, bring in every male recruit that we have." Hissed Tom

Lucius looked up, but also knew that voicing his displeasure would end his life.

Narcissa was brought into the room, thrown onto the couch in the corner. Draco was soon brought in floating in the air, magically frozen but aware of his surroundings.

Tom flipped his wand lazily and Narcissa's clothes were ripped from her body as the last of the 8 new recruits filed into the room.

"Lucius has been a fine host has he not gentlemen. He has opened his home to us, he has feed us. But his wife, she sulks in her study or bedroom all day. She does not care for us in her house. She does not care for us to be in front of her son." started Tom, his face twisted into a sick parody of a smile.

Tom continued, for nobody dared to interrupt him, "I saw that is not the kindness that i expected upon my return. I say that this lack of a warm welcome is unacceptable. I say we correct this behavior, men drop your pants. Mrs. Malfoy might a cold uncaring unkind bitch, but i assure you, her snatch is as warm as the next witch's"

Lucius' eye widen as he watched an unsure no name recruit get pushed forward and step between his wife's legs. The Dark Lord nodded to go ahead and Lucius watched in horror as another man entered his wife, in front of their son, in his own house. He grit his teeth in anger, his anger at his lack of power, his lack of ability to do anything to stop this scene unfolding before him.

With a grunt, the recruit pulled out of Narcissa sprayed his seed all over her body, her once nearly untouched body marked by a man who wasn't her husband. As soon as that recruit was finished, another one took his place. The other 6 recruits watching grew bolder with each thrust by the 2nd man that entered Narcissa. They soon surrounded her, groping her body roughly as they abused her in front of her husband and son, all while the Dark Lord watched on approvingly.

Lucius' brain was numb by the time the last of them finished with his wife, this time on her face. Marking the end of her ruining. Tom turned to his loyal inner circle deatheater servant and said "You know Lucius, your wife is quite the whore to let 8 men have their way with her and never so much as mutter a "no". It is a shame that you're incapable of finding out who wrote an article in a newspaper, let alone stopping these men."

Tom jabbed his wand at Draco and the young blond teen dropped to the ground, his face covered in tears.

"Poor Draco, watched his mother get used and then his father die" hissed Tom before he turned to Lucius and said "I am Lord Voldemort and i DO NOT ALLOW FAILURE AVADA KEDAVRA"

A green beam shot out of Voldemort's wand and crashed into the chest of the head of the Malfoy's chest. Lucius dropped forward onto his face, his body no longer being able to keep his on his hands and knees at Voldemort's feet.

"Draco, let that be a lesson to you, i do not forgive nor do i forget failure. Now take your mom out of here and get her cleaned up before i force you to have your way with her as well" warned Voldemort.

Draco nodded before scampering to his mother's side and dragging her to her feet, the two of them rushing from the room.

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Harry was one again the subject of the Order of the Phoenix's meeting. His disappearance was not something Dumbledore was happy about. He was no longer the happy and kind elderly wizard that everyone made out to be a joke, no. This was the leader of the forces of Light, this was the man who had fought in 2 different wars against the forces of darkness and had single-handedly ended one himself.

"Moody, what have you managed to gather?" asked the old headmaster

"Wherever Potter is, he hasn't used a single spell. His trace has been completely inactive, there isn't magic being used around him. He might be somewhere muggle."

Albus nodded at his old Auror friend's report, before moving on to Nymphadora Tonk's report.

"Dementors got loose around Potter's house and they managed to Kiss his cousin. The Ministry is furious that a muggle got kissed because there is no way for the muggle media to twist this one." reported in Tonks.

Albus frowned "If only Harry had been there, he knows the Patronus charm and could have driven them away"

"I say Harry is better off without those bloody muggles, they are everything that is wrong with the world if you ask me" spat Sirius

"Now now Sirius, it is never the right thing to do to take another person's life, everyone is worth a second chance" replied Albus before he continued on to ask "Has anyone manged to figure out who started up the new newspaper, The Weekly Oracle, i believe it is called."

Snape leaned forward "Nobody is really sure, the Dark Lord is absolutely furious about it. He put Lucius on the job and when he couldn't come up with answers, he murdered in him in his own house."

There was a collective silence, Lucius Malfoy was a rather nasty man who was racist. But at the end of the day, a man just lost his life, leaving behind his wife and child. No parent would ever wish that on another parent, at least none of the parents in the Order would.

"So, he is already showing signs of instability?" asked Dumbledore, his eyes narrowing with thought.

"I would say yes, last time he was not nearly so quick to kill his followers. Especially not the ones who bankroll his entire operation, there is definitely something different about the Dark Lord this time around." replies Snape, his skin flush with discomfort.

"Is he weaker?" asked Arthur

"No, i would say that he is as magically powerful as he was the first time" answered Snape.

"How is that possible? The loss of his body for over a decade should have drained his magical core, he should be weaker" growled Moody, his magical eye spinning.

"Tom underwent several dark rituals, some i managed to put together and know of, others so rare that i can't even put a name to them. We do not know what they did, they could be used to drain another of their magical ability for all we know. Tom was also a study of magic, despite his less than noble intentions, he is still a magical mage. The sheer potential that he has is limitless without the moral compass to stop him" answered Albus

With Fleur:

Fleur was alone for the first time since Harry moved in with her. It was strange, she missed his presence at her side already. But despite missing her green eyed roommate, she found herself almost dizzy. Her head was spinning as much as it was pounding with the painful headache that she experiencing.

She liked Harry, she really did. Or at least she thought she liked Harry.

It was like her dominated almost all of her thoughts, she felt drawn to him.

Yet, the few thoughts that she didn't have filled with Harry, were of the look on Bill's face. The hurt on his face was burned into her mind, she couldn't stop seeing the pain filled expression on his face.

Despite her strong feelings for Harry, she felt guilty. She had hurt someone she had cared about. HAD was the key word. She couldn't explain why seeing him hurting made her fill guilty. But it did.

It was a crushing weight in her stomach, it was not real, but the weight was still holding her down. She couldn't get up from the bed if she wanted to. She wanted to make it right, but she knew that she couldn't.

Could she write a letter? No, how could her written words undo the hurt that her spoken words had done.

A gift? Sorry i broke your heart, here's a cheap thing i got in the alley? That would be like a slap in the face.

Fleur groaned as her head pounded even harder and she groaned before rolling over and trying to get some sleep.

With Harry

Harry was happy, for the first time in his life since he arrived at Hogwarts, he was happy.

why?

Because he decided to put himself first, the good of Harry James Potter came before the good of anyone else now. Where had being the selfless hero gotten him? Abused by his own living family, life threatening situations at school.

Looking out for himself had paid off already. He mentally owned a beautiful French Veela, his wand was stripped of the Trace, Dumbledore's tracking spells removed, His magic was pulsing with excitement.

Between Fleur and his newfound freedom from his family, he was going to have the best summer of his life.

Speaking of family, Harry was closing in on the house of his "family".

Using his spare key, Harry let himself into the house, finding the house empty of his lone surviving relatives.

Taking a seat on the coach, Harry was not forced to wait long, as not 15 mins later, his crying aunt came in followed by his angry uncle.

"I tell ya Pet, that doctor was a quack, he didn't know shit." snarled Vernon as he waddled in after his wife

"How can our son be in just mentally gone all of a sudden" whimpered Petunia as she lead them to the kitchen, their backs to Harry sitting in the living room.

"I would say it happened unnaturally, almost as if by magic" said Harry, his voice drawing their attention towards him.

"BOY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Thundered his uncle

"Me? Nothing. At least not yet, you see my dear uncle. I no longer need you. I do not need to live here, I do not need the "protection" this house provides me." replied Harry, his green eyes glowing with bubbling fury

Petunia picked up on it before her husband, it was the same look her sister got when she was beyond pissed.

"So what are you doing here?" she asked, bring a sick smile to Harry's face, his eyes never defrosting.

"That is the million pound question isn't it my dear aunt. it is quite simple really. The man who killed my parents has returned, he will more than likely target you at some point. While you know next to nothing about my actual abilities or my whereabouts. I figured i would come here and just rid myself of you guys. You know pay you guys back for the amazing treatment you gave me." said Harry as he rose from the couch, wand in hand.

"wait, this isn't what your mother would have wanted" pleaded Petunia

Harry bit his lip while nodding.

"You are probably right, Petunia, but i would wage anything in the world that the dead don't want anything." Snarled Harry

His uncle paled realizing that they never treated Harry all that well and decided to rush him.

Harry smirked as he flicked his wand and set his uncle stumbling backwards into the dining table causing it to collapse to the ground.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" whispered Petunia

"Why? Because I feel like it. My entire life i was mistreated by you worthless cunts" spat Harry as his rage boiled inside angrily "Well no longer, i will not put up with anyone who has wronged me. it starts with you two."

Vernon managed to roll onto all fours, huffing and puffing.

Harry ignored his struggled and summoned the turkey carving knife towards himself before banished it into the back of Vernon's big fat meaty paw.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH PETUNIA DO SOMETH- AAAAAAAGGHHHH!" screamed Vernon, his pleas to his wife being interrupted by his another hand being pierced by another massive knife, pinning the large man to the floor.

"I would be silent Uncle, the neighbors can hear you" taunted Harry in a mock voice of his aunt.

"Please, you don't have to do this Harry. We can just go our separate ways. We never have to see each other again." cried out Petunia, fresh tears streaming down her face as she watched her husband suffer.

"I will be never seeing either of you again" said Harry before he summoned his uncle's head while banishing the body, ripping the man's head clean off.

Petunia couldn't even scream as she entered shock.

Harry didn't bother toying her her, simply banishing a knife into her neck.

Strolling out the front door, Harry looked back at the place that was his personal hell and looked at the cloudless sky.

"I haven't done this spell before, but there is a first time for everything" said Harry as he pointed his wand to the sky and repeated the spell that he got from the last summer.

"MORSMORDRE" said Harry as a cloudy mass exploded from the end of his wand, the dark mark of Voldemort taking place over his former home.

And just like that, Harry and killed off his aunt and uncle all while blaming it on his arch enemy. Harry couldn't prevent the smile that graced his face, life was good.

A/N; Short chapter, wrote most of it in the last 2 hours tbh. Hopefully, i can move on and blast through this writer's block. Sometimes submitted one chapter allows me to just write.

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