Harry is laughing, all bloody, and next to him lies Draco's corpse, his face frozen in horror and fear, his skin color paler than usual. It's the only time he thinks that face is cute. A giggle bubbles up in his throat, and when he looks over, he spots the Dark Lord behind him, his face stony.
"Did you see that? How did I do that?"
"Yes, you did," Voldemort replies slowly, coming closer to Harry and taking the knife from his hands, dripping with blood, which had been used to pierce his body more than ten times.
Harry licks his lips, the smell of blood so strong despite the wind outside. He looks almost drunk, looking up at Voldemort with big eyes, adrenaline still coursing through his body, grinning from ear to ear.
He constantly wanted to prove himself worthy of his Father's attention, who took him away on Halloween night without caring about the death of his biological parents. Draco was the perfect option because Harry hated him, all that constant pestering, and now he was very happy to not hear that squeaky voice anymore.
"Do I deserve the award?"
Harry believes he deserved it, having rid society of the brat. Isn't that right?
"Crucio," Voldemort said eagerly, watching Harry scream as he writhed in his seat. It was so painful, so painful, so painful.
A high-pitched laugh escapes him, almost choking, moaning as the curse is broken after about seven seconds. Harry grunts, shuddering his whole body, but lets his hands lift him up and buries his face in the soft and obviously expensive fabric of Voldemort's robes.
He knows that they wanted to make him into a deadly weapon, which is why he was not allowed to go anywhere while studying at home. But sometimes Harry wanted to be pampered instead of cursed (even though it was his fault for causing problems for others).
Harry sniffles as a hand with long nails begins to run through his hair, his body shaking a little.
(He knows, however, that later that night, if he is obedient up to that point, Harry might get a kiss or two. All he needs is to not give him any more headaches today.)
(Although the next time he thinks about killing someone who can please the guardian, and maybe they'll go further than just kissing as a reward.)