21A/N: The white room is a favoured tool for torture. There was nothing to keep the mind on track, and the unlucky inhabitant would be totally dependant on those guarding the room. It's one of the worst forms of torture in existence and is a favoured method to break the mind and will of prisoners. No matter how long it took.
Magical twins – I've decided to add a special twist for magical twins – since they're rarely born (at least in Magical Britain). Their connection will ensure that both suffered the effects of all curses, even if only one of them was cursed. It's one reason, why smarter parents chose not to send both children to the same school or even better, chose to home-school them. Separating magical twins could have grave consequences. And should one of them be brutally murdered, the surviving twin was often on left with a half-life, if no other strong bonds existed. There had even been cases where the surviving twin asked to be killed as well.
The Potter twins woke up in a white room wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pants. Both were freezing and had no idea what to do about it. A cold chuckle made them tremble in fear as they turned around. The Dark Wizard who worked as Gellert Grindelwald's second-in-command didn't even attempt to hide his glee as he demanded that they kneel on the cold floor and like his boots – or else.
The command worked like a charm – of course it helped that those two spoiled and arrogant brats had already been partially broken in Azkaban…but now the true fun would begin. He wanted to see just how deep their terror would reach.
"So, you have learned to follow commands. Well, that's a start, maggots", the older wizard was smug with satisfaction. "Alas, we still have a long way to go before we can even consider sending you back to your family. We certainly can't have them spilling the beans about your break-out from Azkaban, can we?"
"What are you going to do with us, Sir?", Charlus asked bravely.
"That depends on whether or not we can find anything useful for you to do. You should feel lucky that your examination showed that you are both fertile boys. That means that we could at least rent you out for some of our Eastern Allies", the wizard replied smugly.
"No, we refuse!", growled Fleamont, and suddenly the twins screamed in pain as the lay on the floor after being hit with a crucio curse.
"You really are dunderheads. Magical twins are so much fun to torture because we only need to curse one and both will still feel the effects", the dark wizard gloated. "However, let's see if we can turn you into proper servants. You will suck each other off right now. If you refuse, I'll grab one of you and let you spend the night running away from a troll. And just to make things more interesting, the one doing the running will be soaked in a potion that makes trolls 'randy' and believe that you are a female. Oh — before I forget to mention the best part…at times trolls are able to mate with wixen, and there is a dark curse that would enable you to carry such a spawn to term.
Fleamont Potter glared furiously at their gaoler, and before Charlus could stop his hot-blooded brother, the fool attempted to attack the older wizard. Of course, this was a mistake. The older man did not even bother to use magic as he beat the teenager black and blue before dragging him by his long hair to an iron ring and a pair of iron chains. The chains were at the end of the cell which ended in an ice-cold pool.
He roughly stripped Fleamont of his pants and put the iron ring around his neck. The chains would make it impossible for the young wixen to move an inch as he was pulled back so it would be more painful.
"Stupid little boys must spend their night freezing their bollocks off. Let's see if you have learned your lesson soon, laddie. But what should we do with your brother? Oh, yes, come here boy, or I'll crucio the fool again", sneered their gaoler.
Trembling in fear, Charlus crawled over, only to be used as a human toilet. He was lucky that he only had to swallow the piss of the brutal wizard – and for the first time, he realised that what he and his twin had done to the younger students at school, had been wrong…and that they deserved to suffer in the hellhole they were in.
"Excellent! At least one of you has some ounce of common sense. Perhaps in a few weeks we can consider a ritual that will utterly destroy any bonds between the two of you. It will make it easier to be able to sell you off to one of our allies. However, since you've broken the rules – no food for the likes of you. Pleasant dreams, brats! Better hope that tomorrow will come quickly and that we will not hand you over to the Dementor as their new playthings", the dark wizard chuckled maliciously as he left them in the dark.
The dark wizard knew that the pool would be a very useful tool in breaking those spoiled brats. Gellert had promised him that he could keep one of the twins for his own sadistic pleasure after they had been broken, and their magical connection destroyed no matter how long it took.
And he knew exactly who he wanted to own. He wanted the older one – Charlus, who was already so close to his breaking point. It would be such fun playing with him while his memories would be directly transferred to Fleamont's mind, always reminding him that he was such a disgrace that he was not even worthy of taking his twin's place in their tormentor's bed. And since Charlus was next in the line of succession, it would make much more sense to keep him than to waste time training the younger boy to his preferences.