Chapter 23: Revenge Is Sweeter When Served Cold.

The name, Harry Potter, was no longer appropriate.  Harry Potter was the name of a foolish boy, who had allowed his emotions to control him -- had allowed himself to be hurt.  Harry Potter had failed against Voldemort, surviving only because of help from others -- often at the sacrifice of their lives.  Now, he needed help from no one.  Voldemort had been wounded in their last confrontation.  He had no doubt that he was the stronger of the two of them, now.  Voldemort  had an army, though.  He was alone.  What name should he choose -- what name of power?

Khurban.  He would be Lord Khurban.  Meaning destruction, it would have that meaning for his enemies.

Remembering those that had hurt him, he plotted revenge.  The first would be the Dursleys.  Dudley was awaiting trial for murder, but he didn't want to leave Dudley's fate up to muggle justice.  He had a more appropriate fate in mind for him.  It was past midnight when he apparated to Dudley's cell.  Muggles, of course, had no protection against apparation.

Dudley awoke when he apparated into his cell.  "Who -- who are you," he said.

"Dudders," that's what Dudley's mother had called him.  "you don't recognize me.  It's your cousin, Harry."

"You -- you're Harry?"  Khurban -- his name, he reminded himself -- could smell the stink of fear emanating from Dudley.  It was a distinctive, sour, smell.

"I was Harry.  Now, I'm someone else -- someone you've helped to create."

"Wh -- who?

"Khurban.  You may call me Lord Khurban; and I would strongly recommend you call me LORD Khurban."  As he said that, Khurban apparated both of them, moving them away from the jail. 

They reappeared on a small farm some distance from London, next to a pen.  In the pen were three pigs, a boar, a younger male, and a sow.  The boar had been recently castrated.  Blood still dripped from his empty sack.  He and the younger male were quite fat.  The sow, to the contrary, was thin -- unusually thin for a hog.  The boar and the sow, next to the fence, squealed loudly.

"Where are we?" asked Dudley.

"Crucio," said Khurban.  Dudley dropped to the ground, writhing in pain.  Khurban, having experienced the effects of the Cruciatus Curse himself, knew Dudley was experiencing pain like none he'd ever felt.  "You forgot to call me by my name."  he said, releasing Dudley from the spell.

"Khur -- Khurban," said Dudley.

Khurban hit him with the spell again -- just briefly -- "LORD Khurban," he said.

"Lord Khurban," Dudley said, when he caught his breath.

"Where are your manners, Dudley?  You haven't said 'Hello' to your parents."

Dudley looked around.  "Where are they?" he asked.

"Behind you -- In the pen."

When Dudley looked around at the pig pen, the pigs squealed even louder.

"Yes," said Khurban.  "That's Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.  They make much better hogs than they ever made humans.  Uncle Vernon's not feeling too well right now, though.  You see," Khurban held out his hand. In it he held two oblong objects.  They were almost white and had cords attached to them. "I had to castrate him before I changed him.  Since he's a muggle -- a non magical person to you -- I did it the muggle way -- with a knife.  I didn't realize Uncle Vernon could scream so loudly.

Khurban motioned with his hand and Dudley's prison uniform dropped off, gathering around his ankles.  "You've lost weight Dudley."  He'd lost at least fifty pounds since he'd been arrested.  "Maybe you'll gain it back while here.  The farmer will feed you well before he butchers you in the spring.  Meanwhile, you need to be cut." He held up a bloody knife.

Dudley turned to run.  "Petrificus Totalus," said Khurban.  Dudley's legs clamped together, and his arms clamped to his sides.  He fell to the ground.  "Going somewhere, Dudley?"

Khurban walked over to Dudley, who had peed on himself.  Lifting up Dudley's penis, he said.  "Colin was right.  He said it wasn't very big.  You remember Colin, don't you Dudley -- the boy you raped?"  When Dudley didn't answer, he said, "Crucio."  Dudley screamed.  "You can talk, Dudley.  You just can't move your arms and legs.  Answer me when I talk to you.  "Do you remember Colin?"  He released the Cruciatus Curse so Dudley could speak.

"Yes," said Dudley.  "I remember him."

"Are you sorry for what you did to him?"

"Yes," said Dudley, blubbering great loud sobs.

"Do you remember those other boys -- those muggle boys you raped and murdered?"

"Yes," said Dudley.

"Are you sorry for them, too?"

"Yes," said Dudley.  "I'm sorry.  Just let me go.  I'll never do anything like that again."

"Oh, I think you would.  It's too late for that."

With a wave of his hand, Khurban was naked.  His silvery skin shone in the moonlight.  He saw that Dudley was staring at his smooth crotch.  "No -- like Colin -- I no longer have a cock or balls.  Not for now, anyway.  Then with a motion of his hand, he grew an enormous cock, with balls proportionate it.  He'd grown them the same way Voldemort had grown Pettigrew a new arm.  His cock, tumescent, was over a foot long. 

"If it's any consolation, Dudley.  I will not be sexually excited by raping you.  Sex has no appeal for me any longer; but I think you need to know what it's like.  I think you need to experience what you inflicted on Colin and those other boys.  Tell me, Dudley.  Did you castrate them before or after you raped them?"  When Dudley hesitated, he said "Crucio." 

It only took a few seconds of the curse for Dudley to start talking.  "After," he said.  I did it after."

"The boy didn't have any, and --"

"Colin," said Khurban.  "His name was Colin."  Dudley had never seen Colin as a girl.  Khurban could see no reason to confuse him be insisting that he call Colin, she.  Anyway, that no longer seemed so important.  Colin no longer seemed important.  All that was important was that Dudley had harmed something of his; and he remembered all the slights he'd received while growing up at the Dursleys.

"Colin," said Dudley.  "Colin had no pickle or nadgers.  It -- it excited me."  Khurban knew Dudley's will was broken.  He'd hold nothing back, now.  "so, I cut off theirs, too.  I wanted to keep them.  It turned me on to look at them."

"Did you pull them out and wank while looking at them?"

"Ye -- Yeah," said Dudley.

"It's time for you to see how they felt."  He rolled Dudley over onto his stomach, then mounted him, using just enough magic to keep his enormous organ from ripping Dudley apart.  That didn't keep it from hurting, though.  Dudley screamed almost as loud as he had when the Cruciatus Curse had been applied.

Khurban pumped until he decided it was time, then squirted great jets of his silver seed into Dudley's arse.  It wasn't sperm he shot into his arse, though, but eggs.  When they hatched, the larvae would eat their way out, but being magical beetles, they wouldn't kill their host.  Long before they emerged, Dudley would wish they had.   Unfortunately, no matter how much the farmer fed Dudley, he wouldn't gain much weight; and when the farmer slaughtered him in the spring, a great hoard of beetles would emerge from his gut.

Climbing off Dudley, Khurban left the great silver cock -- still hard -- in his arse.  His crotch was once again smooth.  He had no need for a cock or balls.  Sex had no interest for him.

He rolled Dudley over so he was lying on his back.  Picking up Dudley's cock, he said, "Was this next, Dudley?"  Dudley's piggish eyes widened.  Khurban could tell it would take another shot of the Cruciatus Curse to make him answer.  "Well, no matter."  He cut it off.  Dudley screamed again -- a loud, long, wail.  Flaccid, his penis was less than three inches long.

"I didn't cut off Uncle Vernon's cock, but then, he didn't castrate little boys -- although he tried hard enough to castrate me in all other ways.  At least, he's in his element -- and he has no balls."

Khurban, with a wave of his hand, stopped the bleeding from Dudley's cock.  "How should we do these, Dudley?" he said, picking up his scrotum.  "Shall we cut them off, sack and all, or shall we slit open the sack and cut them off one at a time?"

Dudley was blubbering and didn't answer.  "One at a time, I think," said Khurban.  He split Dudley's sack open from top to bottom.  His scrotum dropped to each side, exposing his balls.  They were roiling, moving back and forth as if trying to find some place to hide.  "Sensitive aren't they, Dudley.  They don't like being exposed to the air.  Don't worry.  They won't be for long -- at least no while they're still attached."

He grabbed one of them.  Dudley screamed -- louder than he had been.  "Remember the boys, Dudley.  They wanted to keep their balls, too.  They, too, wanted to live.  You took that from them.  You took all they had."  He sliced through the cords.  Dudley's ball came loose in his hand.  The other soon followed.

Finished, Khurban released the Petrificus Totalus spell.  Dudley groped at his crotch with his hands.  With a silent wave of Khurban's hand, the young pig in the pen squealed.  Blood dripped from his empty scrotum.  A human form -- that had belonged to Dudley, screamed -- an inhuman scream -- then loped off, attempting to run on both his hands and feet, but not having much success.  No sign of human intelligence was present behind his eyes.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia -- Dudley.  I won't be seeing you again.  But you should be happy here.  You're in your natural environment --" The pen was full of mud and pig shit. "-- and in your proper form."

All three of them squealed at him before he left, but their pig throats couldn't form the words they wanted to say.  Over the coming months, they might even forget who they'd been.  A pig's brain wasn't so large as a human's -- well, maybe Dudley's new brain was large enough to contain his intelligence.  He'd never had much more than a pig's brain, anyway.

He'd had his revenge on the Dursleys.  He'd have revenge on Aunt Marge by seeing that she received some pork in the spring -- pork from three different pigs.  Only after she'd eaten it, would she know from whence it came.

Chapter 24: Recruiting an Army