A Lesson in Cruelty

"Professor?"

"Ah Harry, please come in. What can I do for you?"

"Well I was just hoping that you might indulge a request of mine. I was hoping to get an honest assessment of my dueling skills against someone above a student level so I was thinking that maybe…"

The boy trailed off, leaving Lockhart to fill in the blanks for him, unfortunately it took longer than Harry was hoping, as the man stared off into space for nearly a minute before coming to the correct conclusion.

"You wanted to test yourself against me?"

"After hearing about all of your amazing conquests sir I was hoping to see how I measure up."

The gleam that appeared in the man's eyes was more than a little unsettling, as he cleared his throat with a nod.

"Yes… yes I suppose I can do that. I assume you want to keep this a secret yes?"

"Yes sir, if anyone else knew…"

"No, I completely understand, we both have images to maintain. Shall we make this a bit more interesting though? The winner gets to play a game with the loser for the rest of the evening."

The boy's head cocked to the side in an innocent expression.

"Game sir?"

"Yes, oh don't worry my dear child, I promise you will enjoy it." The young potter was forced to ignore the sudden urge to rip the man's tongue from his mouth after he licked his lips in a rather disgusting manner.

"Oh, okay."

"Perfect, let me just set up the platform." a few waves of his wand later and the two stood opposite of each other.

"First we bow and then we begin!" the man called, before sending a stunner at the raven-haired boy.

Harry actually did roll his eyes, as he shifted slightly, allowing the spell to pass by him and raised his own arm in retaliation. It was past time for him to stop holding back the flood. Darkness surged forward, smashing into the man opposite to him and sending the professor crashing to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Wh-wha-what was that?"

"I'm surprised professor, I thought you would have dodged that. A pity, stand back up so that we may resume please."

The blonde struggled to his feet, whimpering slightly as he crashed back down to one knee. "I-I seem to h-have pulled s-something. We will have to r-resume this at a l-later…"

"Stand. Up."

Lockhart froze, before staring up into the darkness filled eyes of his opponent.

"I-I can't Harry…"

"Mr. Potter, you may call me Mr. Potter ."

"Y-yes o-of course… I-I am injured though and…"

"Does it look like I care ? You bragged about how you fought off a Vampire lord with two broken legs, sang about your defeat of a pack of Werewolves without a Wand, claimed you defeated a Voodoo Dark Lord with nothing but your wits and Wandless Magic… stand up ."

"Th-that was just fiction Harry! Just stories to sell books! I-I never…"

"Then what good are you?"

A rod of darkness ripped through the man's back, impaling him through his torso before withdrawing with a sickening sound, leaving the fraud coughing up blood. "W-wait… Harry…"

"Wait? What ever for? You said it yourself, the winner gets to 'play' for the rest of the evening. Does it look as though I am done 'playing'?"

"P-please… Harry…"

A snap echoed through the room as the man's leg was twisted a dozen times in rapid succession, breaking the bones like toothpicks.

"Do you know why I am doing this professor?" the boy inquired, ignoring the screams of agony from his opponent. "It is not because you called me the wrong name. It is not because you are a loser and a fraud . It is not because you dared to presume you could have your way with me… no all of these things I could overlook…"

"P-p-p-please… mercy!"

"The act that condemned you was when you set your sights upon Ginny… when you dared to attempt to take what is mine . I am a greedy man Lockhart… she is mine and will remain mine ."

"I-I-I won't t-touch her, I-I swear!"

"Oh I know you wont…"

Harry would spent the remained of the evening finding new and inventive ways to pull apart a human being without killing them. Lockhart's death would finally come after several hours of dismemberment.

His remains would never be found.

...

"Headmaster, it appears we have a bit of a problem."

"Oh? What is that Nymphadora?"

The Auror fought back the urge to backhand the man, before handing over a leaf of parchment, earning the curiosity of the remainder of the staff.

"It appears as though Professor Lockhart has decided to take a sabbatical…"

"Odd… he did not mention anything to me."

The remainder of the staff shook their heads as well.

"According to his note he has left due to a family emergency…"

Snape's eyes widened, as he directed his gaze towards the paling Headmaster. It was the same 'excuse' they had used in regards to Quirrell's disappearance.

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