When Good Wizards Go Bad ~ (Small Edit, not Update

Chapter 10 ~ Hermione Visits the Ministry

When Department Head Severus Snape arrived at the Ministry the next morning, he was the subject of many a covert glance from employees. The wizard strode through the building, leading a witch on a leash, her head bowed and arms full of parchments. Occasionally he tugged on the leash, making her run forward.

“That’s Hermione Granger,” one witch whispered to another, “I heard she’d be captured. She must belong to Snape now.”

”I don’t envy her,” the other witch said, shaking her head, “Death would have probably been kinder than that wizard.”

Snape yanked Hermione into his office and slammed the door behind him.

About twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on his door.

”Who is it?” Snape called, his voice harsh.

“It’s Wiggins from records, sir. I have evaluations for you to sign, sir. They have to be completed this morning,” a nervous male voice answered.

Snape cursed. He had been putting off those evaluations for weeks now. He had to stamp them.

”Bring them in,” he said in a strained voice.

Wiggins, a young employee with brown hair and brown eyes entered the wizard’s office, several parchments in his hand. He looked around for the witch everyone was talking about but didn’t see her. Snape was sitting at the desk, looking more sour than usual.

”Bring them . . . here,” the wizard gasped.

Wiggins looked at Snape oddly. His face was contorting and he jumped a bit in his chair.

”Are you all right sir?” Wiggins asked him.

“Shut up and give … methedamnpapers!” Snape snapped.

Wiggins passed the papers to him and watched the wizard arbitrarily stamp “DENIED” on each evaluation for pay raises, his hand and body jerking oddly as he did so. Employees weren’t allowed to quit their jobs at the Ministry. They had to be released. So not getting a pay raise meant they would have to continue working regardless. It was a good way to keep employee dissatisfaction up.

”Get out!” Snape said, passing Wiggins the paperwork and stiffening in his chair.

“Yes sir,” Wiggins said, giving him one more odd look then exiting the office. It had seemed as if the wizard was fighting some kind of seizure and was losing the battle.

Gasping, Snape slid his swivel chair back from his desk and looked under it at Hermione who had a very satisfied look in her eyes as she gazed back at him. Snape scowled at her as he tucked his now flaccid cock back into his trousers and started buttoning his robes

“Get up here, you minx,” he snarled at Hermione, who had just made him come. She had been blowing him the entire time the staff member was there. She could have had the grace to stop, but she didn’t. He didn’t tell her to after all.

Hermione crawled out from under the desk and stood up, the leash dangling from the green silver-studded color around her neck.

”You should have known to stop. I was talking,” he snapped at the witch, who didn’t look cowed at all. He told her to suck his cock and she did as she was told.

“I do what I’m told to do, and you didn’t tell me to stop,” she said back to him calmly.

It was the first time she had ever enjoyed doing performing fellatio on a wizard, though she didn’t say it. Perhaps it had something to do with the awkward position she had put Snape in.

“I couldn’t tell . . . oh never mind,” he spat, standing up and grabbing her leash roughly. “Grab those parchments and let’s go.”

Hermione obediently picked up the stack of parchments and followed Snape, her head lowered as she was taken through the outer office to a room that held several lockers. Snape unlocked the first three. Inside were stacks of wands, all tagged with a number, a name and the offense of the prisoner to whom it belonged. Order members had a big red "O" stamped beneath their names.

”You know what to do,” Snape said as Hermione set the parchments on a desk and retrieved a stack of wands and set them down next to them. A quill and ink bottle rested on the desk.

She sat down picked up the first wand, read the information and then transfigured it into a piece of parchment and with the quill, wrote the owner’s name on it. Then she transfigured a piece of parchment into a tagged wand with the same name and information and set it aside. If anyone were to try to use it, it wouldn’t work. But no one had access to the wands.

Hermione set the new transfigured parchment aside, then went to work on the next one.

Snape watched her for several minutes, then left her to her work, warding her in and giving explicit instructions to the staff that she not be disturbed under threat of scourging. It was quite effective.

By the end of the day, Hermione had successfully transfigured over five hundred wands, and put the replacements back in the locker, carefully separated from those she still had to work on and carried out the transfigured parchments when Snape came to retrieve her.

Snape was quite pleased with the witch, and when they returned home he asked her was there anything she’d like.

”Yes. A night to myself and a good book to read from your library,” the witch said to him.

Snape scowled a bit at this. He wanted to have a celebratory fuck with the witch. Ah well, he could do her in the morning before he took her back to the Ministry to finish up. He took Hermione to his library and watched as she perused his books and selected one on Charms. He then had a meal with her and escorted her to her room where she was warded in for the night.

The dark wizard then returned to his study and had several Firewhiskeys. Things were moving according to plan. The transfigured parchments would be passed out to the prisoners under the guise of being statements to be filled out attesting to the humane treatment they received at Azkaban. They would supposedly be collected the day the reporters were to come. In exactly thirty days, they would turn back into wands and the prisoners would use them to overpower the guards and imprison them, then access the Port key supply room and be transported to the Ministry building. The overthrow would be witnessed by Daily Prophet reporters and photographers, thus insuring that Snape would be seen as the mastermind of the coup.

Hopefully the Order would not be required to fight once they got to the Ministry building, if Harry had done his job. Snape hoped Harry wasn’t as boneheaded as he remembered. The boy had to catch on quick if he were to do his part.

Snape hadn’t wasted his day. While Hermione worked, he had called in a sketch artist and deposited the memory of the mansion Hermione had shared with him into a pensieve and had it drawn. He then had the image duplicated and passed out to all of his informants, snitches, Aurors and the general public. If a Ministry employee found the location of the mansion, he or she would be rewarded with a two-week paid vacation. There was no vacation time currently so the prize would be very sought after. There was a fifty galleon reward for anyone else who could give the location. Snape was sure someone would come forward.

He soon had to return to the Dark Lord to give him his treatment of elixir. While there, he would retrieve the Elder Wand. The despot had tossed it carelessly in one of the many back rooms and no longer gave it a thought now that he had Harry. Snape had seen it on numerous occasions, but had no desire to acquire it . . . until now.

That wand belonged to Harry. He would need it to accomplish what he needed to accomplish.

The wizard drank his final Firewhiskey and headed to his room, pausing outside of Hermione’s room for a moment, then continuing on.

She’d just have to relieve his morning hard-on.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.