Harry Potter: Rise Of The Spiral

A/N: This chapter is not for those with a weak heart. I apologize in advance. I don't think a language warning is required. WARNING: HEIGHTS OF TORTURE, BRUTALITY AND GORE!!!

P.S.: I don't even know how these ideas came to my mind so forgive me if they are over the top. I couldn't think of other ways of torture other than those I've already used.

Once again, I'm sorry.

(ROTS)

It had been two days since Voldemort's return.

When Iris escaped to Hogwarts from the cemetery, she had tried to warn everyone about the dark lord's return. Repeatedly, she tried to convince the minister and the rest of the public but, all of her attempts were put down as delusions and attempts to gain popularity.

Fudge was convinced that Dumbledore wanted his job and was using Iris Potter as a weapon to create mass unrest among the people of wizarding world.

When Barty Crouch Jr. was caught, Fudge had reacted immediately and had gotten Crouch kissed by a dementor before the death eater could be interrogated. Even though the said death eater had confirmed Voldemort's return, with the active dark mark as proof, in front if all the teachers, Fudge had dismissed any kind of such claims.

And thus started the smear campaign against Iris and to a much lesser extent, Dumbledore. Once again Iris was made a scapegoat by the wizarding world.

She had recovered from her injuries and Edmund never left her side even for a second. Either it was himself or his clone, he was there with her in one form or other.

Edmund's first thought was to just kill everyone who were berating Iris. It would so easy to do so. But this was not a society where the hierarchy was determined by the strong. He would be labelled as a dark lord and wizards all over the world would rally against him if he committed a genocide.

No, first and foremost he needed to be declared as an a.d.u.l.t in the eyes of the Wizengamot. And for that, Altair Vupis had to die.

Edmund returned to his manor after informing Iris that he would be away for a day or two and his place was taken by a clone. Entering the dungeons, Edmund looked at the man bound to a chair as Altair glared at the boy in front of him.

Edmund smirked and picked up a plier from the table. Approaching Altair, he said, "Muggles may not have magic but they do have innovative ideas to make their lives easy. Take this thing for example. It's called a plier. Do you know what it's used for?"

Altair spat at his feet but Edmund's expression remained the same. Cackling, Edmund exclaimed, "Let me show you!"

He forced Altair's mouth open and using the plier, he began pulling Altair's teeth out, one by one, twisting the plier slowly, savoring the sound of Altair's screams.

Edmund had injected Altair with a nerve stimulating agent making all the nerves in his body hypers.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e. Every tooth pulled out caused pain equivalent to a crucio specifically targeted at the specific site.

Edmund continued speaking over Altair's screams, "Teeth can be really dangerous for a person in certain situations. Like biting one's own tongue. We can't let that happen can we?"

Once he was done pulling of Altair's teeth out, he unsealed a kunai from his wrist guard and began channeling katon chakra through it. When the kunai had turned red hot, Edmund grabbed one of Altair's hands and said, "You used these hands to hit my mother when she used to refuse to lay with your friends right?"

Edmund plunged the kunai into his fingers and melted away the phalanges, ripped out the tendons and worked towards his palms. There he burnt away the muscles while pulling out the bones of his palms and wrists, one by one.

Then, he removed Altair's shoes and repeated the process. "You used to kick her and step on her head as if you had conquered her."

Layer by layer, Edmund tore out the muscles in his feet and ripped out the bones.

Altair's throat had gone sore due to constant screaming. This was much worse than any kind of pain he had ever felt. A man's bones had a lot of nerves and the pain of those nerves burning away was unbearable. When Edmund was done with his hands and feet, it looked like they were chewed upon by a rat that had nibbled and powdered the very bones.

Edmund stripped Alrair n.a.k.e.d and placed him on a table. Then he brought out a device and placed it between Altair's legs. "Do you know what this is? Another muggle invention. It's called a hydraulic press. You r.a.p.ed my mother, tortured her, maimed her and killed her in from of my very eyes. You must have thought you were superior to everything, a true man. That you must have balls of steel. Let's see how true that is."

Altair's eyes widened with horror as he cried and shouted, "Nooo... bweese.... don'd do id.... Jufd.. khill be... bweese..." (A/N: You got that right).

Adjusting Altair's body in such a way that his crotch was resting on the platform, Edmund turned the hydraulic press on, ignoring the man's pleas.

Altair was tied down and could only squirm and scream with utter terror as the press slowly crushed his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.s. He could hear them crack and burst under the immense pressure of the press.

Edmund was working on keeping the man alive and awake throughout the ordeal. What was the use of torturing a man who wasn't conscious or alive? One must not desecrate the dead. He might be monster but he had morals.

Altair layed on the table twitching and gasping for air. His vocal chords were already destroyed and the pain was so immense that he wanted to close his eyes and wake up from this nightmare. He tried again and again throughout his torture to use magic and kill himself but he couldn't even feel a speck of it.

"You've r.a.p.ed a lot of women and children in your life haven't you? Let me show you how it feels when it happens to you...."

"... oh no no, no, no ,NO. I'm not gonna **** you. No, that's... I don't even know how to describe it. No, I've prepared something special for you."

Edmund's clones brought a long pole with a blunt narrowed end into the dungeons. They greased the narrow end and positioned it towards Altair's bottom.

Altair, having understood what Edmund had planned to do, tried to shout and free himself, but he was already very tired due to blood loss.

The clones pushed the wooden pole up his anus, erected the pole vertically with the tip still inside Altair and plunged the pole into the floor.

Altair slowly slid downwards as the blunt tip of the pole tore his insides. His brain had already gone numb with the pain. His body twitched ever so slightly and no sound came out of his mouth.

It took an hour for the pole to come out of Altair's body from his back. His eyes were dimmed and devoid of life.

In a nearby graveyard, the ripped out head of Altair Vulpis decorated the top of one Clair Emily Whirlpool's grave, his blood painting the gravestone.

Edmund cried as he sat outside his manor, looking above as the heavens cried for his lost humanity. He had avenged his mother and the Whirlpools. No matter what they might think of him when he finally died and met them in the afterlife, his heart was at ease. The last of the Vulpises would die with him, forever lost in the annals of time.