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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288609 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Okay, just a bit of scat again - last time - promise!

Rats, Not Again!

Sirius Black had almost pressed Fudge to somehow help him escape Azkaban. Fudge’s expression was still etched in his mind - it was clear that Fudge had come to believe in his innocence. But for all of his wild hopes, Black knew that Fudge was in an impossible situation, especially with Aurors accompanying him. There wasn’t much point in dwelling on dreams.
Instead Black focused his obsessiveness on other matters over which he had no control. He snatched up the increasingly rumpled and worn newspaper from beside him and reread Skeeter’s article - which was emblazoned across the front page of the Daily Prophet - for the hundredth time since Fudge had departed Azkaban, growing more and more enraged.
Boy-Who-Lived Now Girl-Who-Lived
by Rita Skeeter
When titillating rumours from Hogwarts which had recently been making the rounds finally reached the Daily Prophet’s attention on Sunday morning, the curiosity of this reporter was piqued. An investigation traced the rumours back to leaks from a source in the Wizengamot with strong connections to Hogwarts. The source confirmed the rumours that Harry Potter was now Harriet Potter, or as is apparently known at Hogwarts as Receptacle 1026.
The Daily Prophet reached out to Headmaster Dumbledore, the illustrious architect of the Grand Bargain which has served Wizarding Britain so well these last ten years, for a comment. We were pleasantly surprised when the Headmaster freely offered himself for an exclusive interview, stating that the public deserved to know the full story.
Dumbledore went on to inform the Daily Prophet that Harry Potter was indeed now a girl, although he continued to refer to her as Harry. As to Harry (or Harriet) Potter’s status as a Receptacle despite being born to wizard parents, he had this to say:
“Harry Potter’s unique situation as a Halfblood raised by muggles - who was also the one responsible for making the Grand Bargain possible - presented me with an opportunity to show the wizard world that no exemptions would be made for any muggle raised wizards.
“Harry’s status as a Receptacle is an example to all that the Wizengamot or the Ministry will never show favouritism for any particular individual. It is a demonstration to all muggle-raised wizards that neither the Ministry nor Hogwarts will unfairly provide advantages to some which are not available to the rest.
“Harry’s transfiguration into a girl was not done lightly. While Harry’s anti-social comportment, extreme aggressiveness, and lack of impulse control were crucial traits which were instrumental in defeating the Dark wizard whose instability posed a threat to all, including his own followers, such traits are not conducive to integration into a civilised, peaceful society.
“His violently disruptive actions at school forced me to take permanent measures to control his behaviour. ... It was determined that Harry’s levels of testosterone were far too high and far too strong to be controlled through counseling or impermanent measures such as confunding. In the end, it was clear that the only way to bring them down to a far more manageable level was to permanently alter his sex.”
Dumbledore’s statement has assuaged any lingering concerns put forth by a bleeding hearts minority. And his swift actions have laid to rest any Ministry and Wizengamot worries that Harry Potter’s rabble rousing tendencies would upset the delicate balance which has allowed the Grand Bargain to so successfully bring peace and harmony to wizarding Britain.
Dumbledore’s intervention to ameliorate any potential damage to both Harry Potter’s well-being and our Noble Society’s health and prosperity have been heralded by all as a bold and decisive move to do what was necessary by any means. Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot Lucius Malfoy had this to say:
“After a vicious attack on my son’s honour at school, I applaud all steps taken by Headmaster Dumbledore - also esteemed Chief Counsel to the Wizengamot - to bring this young hooligan in line with the values we all share...”
We at the Daily Prophet couldn’t agree more. Our gratitude goes out once again to the Great Negotiator who bridged the gap between all sides to bring us the peace which reigns in our society today. And to demonstrate the effectiveness of the measures he has taken, Dumbledore has been kind enough to provide the Daily Prophet with access to the images documenting Harry Potter’s progress below.
Sirius Black peered at the numerous moving full colour photographs which took up the rest of the whole front page of the newspaper, and was tempted yet again to tear out the sickening images and crumple them up so he wouldn’t have to see them any more. But as his hand twitched in response to his impulse, Sirius Black reined himself in - the rage the photographs induced kept what was at stake at the forefront of his mind.
He forced himself to look at the images. Harry - Harriet now, Black reminded himself - naked, shackled and spread-eagle in a cage with a bushy haired girl, faces smeared with the essence of many male students titled, “Receptacles in their Natural Habitat.” And beside it a photo showing a number of students manhandling the girls captioned, “Petting Zoo.”
Another image titled “Dining Habits of the Receptacles” showing Harriet and the same bushy haired girl under the tables in the Great Hall between the legs of male students. And the protrusions from the lower orifices of both girls, indicating deep penetrations, were all too visible.
Two disturbing images side by side showing the bushy haired girl urinating into a bucket and then drinking from the same bucket titled, “Recycling of Precious Commodities.” Another of that rotten bastard Filch groping and paddling the girls called, “Well Deserved Discipline.” The worst images were sprawled across the bottom of the front page, “Forbidden Forest Precautions Demonstrated,” featuring a gang of Trolls, and, “Pet Servicing as Repayment for Room and Board” featuring Hagrid's hound and a bloody giant Cerberus.
It was too much! Black couldn’t take it any more and began ripping the pictures from the front page when something caught his eye. One of the boys groping the girls in “Petting Zoo” - a boy with red hair - poking from his shirt pocket was the head of a rodent - a rodent which was all too recognisable...
Black stopped ripping, threw the paper aside, and began plotting his escape.
~o0o~
The rodent known as Scabbers poked his head out of Ron Weasley’s pocket at every opportunity. He couldn’t be more delighted to see the Potter brat get what he deserved for defeating the Dark Lord, not to mention that he found it extremely arousing. Scabbers’ only regret was that he couldn’t participate in the proceedings without giving himself away.
But at least he could take some satisfaction in witnessing very up-close and personal the ravishing of Potter by the Weasley boy, and watching Potter “milk” the redhead on a regular basis. And seeing Hagrid’s mutt plundering the Potter brat mercilessly had caused Scabbers to leave a sticky mess in Ronald Weasley’s pocket...
~o0o~
Another week passed by at a grindingly slow pace and Harriet was extremely uncomfortable, her belly swollen to an enormous size - larger than she thought possible. The constant, non-stop squirming of what felt like hundreds of rapidly growing rats writhing in her womb and lower intestines made it all a thousand times worse.
Indeed the wriggling of the creatures inside her were clearly visible to all, the skin of Harriet’s belly rippling nonstop. Hermione’s eyes were filled with horror and sympathy all the time now. And both she and Harriet had been forced to sleep in their sitting positions, against the rear of the cage as the bars dug into their backs, due to the fact that Hermione couldn’t breathe with Harriet sleeping on top, and Harriet would have been painfully squashed with Hermione on top.
In any case, it was Saturday again, but they hadn’t had much of an opportunity to hang out with Parvati and Lavender that morning, because Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville were taking the opportunity to witness something they had heard much about, but hadn’t seen for themselves yet.
Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville had apparently gone back to Gryffindor Tower, and then returned shortly after with a chessboard, and a pack of Exploding Snap cards. Then they took seats at the end of the Gryffindor table nearest the cage.
Somehow, Harriet and Hermione always felt even more violated when it was that four ogling them. During their games, the foursome kept looking over at Harriet and Hermione, and making remarks about what they’d like to do to their snatches, mouths, and boobs.
Harriet grit her teeth when she finally realised what they were waiting for. At least once a day Harriet and Hermione were compelled to defecate and lick each other clean during daylight hours “for viewing by others” - though while Harriet had those bloody baby Burrowing Carrots inside, it had only been Hermione who had been subjected to that particular humiliation.
Hermione was determined to make them wait as long as possible, but somehow, the magical collar seemed to know what they were waiting for, and when the clock struck twelve and at least a hundred students wandered in for lunch, Hermione had a sudden urge to go. Knowing it would be even worse to poop all over the floor in front of everyone, Hermione staggered to her feet with as much assistance as Harriet could give without having her hands free to help, not to mention her “current condition.” Hermione shuffled over to the large kitty litter box, which was more difficult than ever at the moment as it took Harriet more effort to move out of Hermione’s way.
When they saw Hermione begin to crouch, Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville eagerly leapt out of their seats and trotted over to the cage, kneeling down, their grinning faces pressed against the bars.
“Poop...poop...poop...!” they chanted as one.
Hermione’s face felt like a furnace turned on full; she could practically feel their eyes feasting on her slightly parted pussy lips as they tried to see beyond to her anus. Even Scabbers poked his little head out of Ron’s pocket, whiskers quivering excitedly, looking for all the world like he was grinning.
To top it off, because of the position of the litter box, she was right at front of the cage, well within reach of their hands. Seamus reached an arm through the bars one side to toy with one of her breasts, and Dean reached through the other side to grasp the other. Together they began alternately squeezing her little globes and tugging painfully on her nipples.
Leering Ron was in the middle and he slid his hand down Hermione’s abdomen, over her bare mons and slipped two fingers between her pussy lips to fondle her humid inner folds.
Hermione felt her sphincter flinching, and tried her utmost to relax to get this over as quickly as possible; she didn’t know how she was going to manage with the three of them groping her as she attempted to go. But she needn’t have worried as the Compulsion Collar did it for her.
“I can see it,” said Ron as his fingers retreated just enough to continue fondling the fleshy pink pearl between the lips at the top of Hermione’s cunny, “it’s coming out.”
“She’s actually doin’ it,” Seamus crowed as he let go of Hermione’s boob so he could kneel on the floor for a better look.
“Blimey!” said Dean as he did the same.
Neville’s eyes boggled, his jaw slackening as he watched with embarrassed fascination.
Hermione grunted as a long, thick brown turd dropped into the litter box. She hoped that was it, but the urge to go didn’t abate. She groaned as the second lot of poop came out slowly over several minutes. The collar was clearly detecting the foursome’s - fivesome’s counting Scabbers - need for a good show. Hermione felt relieved when the last bit slipped out and her sphincter tightened.
But as she began to stand up straight, Hermione’s eyes widened with shock when suddenly felt an even more urgent need to go. Biting her lip, she crouched back down, and this time the pressure felt more explosive. No, no, no, Hermione screamed inside her head, but she couldn’t stop it - her sphincter released a burst of loose stool which sprayed all over the sand below as Ron yanked his hand out of the way of any spatter.
“That bunghole’ll be a right mess for you to clean up,” said Ron, with a smug look at Harriet.
Hermione glared at the four of them - and Scabbers - her eyes glistening wetly as she began to stand up again, hoping that was finally it. Her knees wobbled slightly, then she heard Ron say, “Oi... don’t go too far, just turn around a bit so we can see Harriet taking care of it.”
Hermione bit her lip as she shuffled around presenting a three quarters view of her bum to the boys and the rat. She heard Harriet groaning and her chain rattling as she struggled to get up and shamble over towards Hermione. Finally Harriet managed to reach her and kneel down, first shooting a vicious look at Ron before pressing her face between the cheeks of Hermione’s bottom.
Ron and Scabbers and the rest had a fairly decent view of Harriet grimacing as her wet tongue darting out to lick Hermione’s messy anus clean. Finally Harriet finished the filthy job. Ron pointed at her.
“Nice work! You’re done for now Harriet,” he gloated. “You might as well go back to your spot... Oi, you stay right there Hermione - we’re not done with you yet!”
Harriet scowled as she clambered back up and returned to the rear of the cage.
“Right then, Hermione,” said Ron, “now back up and crouch down again - bend over as far as you can and press your bum against the bars.”
Hermione trembled as she followed orders, wondering if Ron was going to try and fuck her through the bars. She felt her bottom pressing against the cold metal, knowing that with her legs spread as wide as they were, that the four boys - and rodent - had a perfect view of everything in between.
She heard a rustling sound, not hearing a zipper, she frowned, puzzled.
“Don’t move a muscle, Hermione,” Ron warned her as he kneeled right behind her pert little arse and pussy, “or this won’t go well for you.”
Hermione wondered what the hell Ron was doing, then her eyes widened with shock when she felt a tiny wet nose and whiskers tickling her labia.
“NO! STOP!” Hermione shrieked as she tried to pull away; but the Compulsion Collar just forced her bottom against the bars even harder and she felt her cheeks indenting.
“No way,” Ron chortled. “Scabbers needs a little action too! Now shut up and take it, slut! You know you want it!”
~o0o~
Scabbers couldn’t believe it when Ron lifted him out of his pocket. He shook with excitement as Ron’s hand drew nearer to that tasty looking pussy. This was beyond all expectations. If Scabbers couldn’t be in his natural form, then this was the next best thing for joining in with Ron’s fun
It wasn’t Potter, but Granger would do very nicely indeed. Scabbers pressed his bewhiskered pink nose between her humid pink folds and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Granger’s sex. Then he rubbed his face up and down the entire length of her parted slit as she squirmed, licking all along the way, and occasionally nibbling with his little teeth.
And then a delightful idea occurred to Scabbers. Granger’s swollen nubbin was ripe for the taking and he sank his little teeth into it with a sharp bite. Granger shook and he heard her muffled squeal of pain. Then he looked up longingly at Granger’s flinching opening, contracting and releasing several times. If only he were human again.
“Go for it Scabbers,” he heard Ron urging. “Do it! Do it! I want to see you go inside her!”
Scabbers froze for a moment, his beady black eyes nearly popping out. Yes, this was the next best thing indeed! He leapt back into action, standing on his hind legs in the palm of Ron’s hand, scrabbling up her quaking vulva with his tiny little feet and shoving his head into that juicy little tunnel of love, ignoring Granger’s muffled shrieking.
“What the hell?” Scabbers heard the Potter brat yelling. “What’re you doing? ... you sick bastard!”
“What does it look like Potter?” snapped Ron. “I’m showing Scabbers a good time! Now shut the fuck up!
~o0o~
Hermione was in shock, horrified beyond belief when felt the sharp little fingers of Scabbers front feet following his furry, bewhiskered head into her vagina. She tried to scream, but it caught in her throat, unable to give full voice to it while under orders.
Hermione felt that horrid little rat scrabbling in deeper, stretching her inner walls as half of his furry little body squirmed inside her. If she could have, she would have squashed him with her inner muscles, but she was compelled to allow the rodent to proceed.
Oh God! Oh God! she wailed in her head. Scabbers had his entire furry body inside her vagina now, only his pink little tail dangling from her entrance. Hermione felt him burrowing deeper and deeper until his tail was inside now. The nasty little rodent - not so little really, being a rather fat rat - wriggled and clawed his way painfully into her innermost depths, his little whiskers tickling her insides.
When Scabbers reached the end of Hermione’s channel, pressing up against her cervix he writhed and squirmed, wriggling and twisting around inside her wildly. Hermione began panting and sweating - she fell forward away from the bars onto her elbows and knees, her bottom waving in the air and her face pressing against the cold marble floor, her bushy coils of hair blocking her vision.
What the hell was Scabbers doing? It felt like he was rubbing his belly against her moist wall. Then Hermione felt a sticky little burst of fluid trickling down towards her cervix. She couldn’t believe it! Scabbers had actually ejaculated inside her!
Then she heard something terrible, something awful as Ron reached a hand through the cage and stuffed what felt like a piece of cheese and some bread-crumbs into her vagina, Ron’s voice gleefully calling out, “Hey, Scabbers, you can have her for as long as you like. Dumbledore says you can live in there for three weeks if you want - that’s when the Shokushu gets here... I’ll be by twice a day to feed you.”
“Blimey! Really?” said Seamus, sounding surprised.
“Yeah!” said Ron. “I talked to Dumbledore this morning during breakfast - he said, and I quote, ‘That sounds splendid Mr Weasley - what a delightful idea’ ...”
“Wicked!” said Dean, who sounded like he was grinning, “I bet Scabbers’ll have the time of his life in that pussy.”
Hermione wanted to scream and yell, but she couldn’t! Three weeks? She had to let Scabbers live inside her vagina for three bloody weeks? Her tears flooded the floor as she wept and Ron loudly smacked her bum a few times.
“Okay Scabbers,” Ron yelled into Hermione’s channel as he poked a finger inside her again, pushing the cheese and bread-crumbs deeper, “I’m leaving you to it then for now - see you at dinner.”
“And you, slut,” said Ron coldly, clearly talking to her now, “If anything bad happens to Scabbers, I’ll make sure that you regret it!”
Then Hermione heard four sets of footsteps leaving the Great Hall, and suddenly had her voice back.
“Oh no...Oh no...Oh no...” she gasped, her chest heaving as her bottom trembled. She could feel Scabbers squirming around inside her again - he was eating the cheese - he was having lunch inside her vagina.
“Bloody Hell!” she heard Harriet swear, “I can’t believe that fucking prick!”
~o0o~
Scabbers nibbled his piece of cheese gleefully as he wriggled again inside Granger’s cunt. He couldn’t believe his luck! Three whole weeks of living inside Granger’s pussy - it didn’t get much better than that! The thought of it made his rat dick hard again. This was even more fun than he could have had in his human form screwing the bitch girlfriend of the Potter brat...
~o0o~
“Hermione!” Harriet called out gently, listening to her sobbing.
“Hermione,” she said again, “can you move?
“Oh, Harriet!” Hermione whimpered, then she let out a yelp. “He’s scrabbling around inside me again.
Harriet sighed sadly and slumped against the back of the cage. Hermione jerked and wriggled her bottom in the air at intervals, but otherwise not moving an inch, accompanied by squeals and more yelps for nearly an hour before her breathing began to slow.
“I... I think he’s gone to sleep now,” Hermione moaned. “Harriet, what am I going to do? A rat is sleeping inside my vagina - as far in as he could possibly get...”
Then Hermione managed to shake some hair out of her eyes and peered at Harriet, looking at the wriggling bumps on her swollen belly.
“I... I’m sorry Harriet!” she muttered, “I wasn’t th-thinking. I’ve only g-g-got one stupid fat rat living inside me...”
“Don’t be sorry Hermione,” Harriet sighed. “Honestly, I think I’ve got the better end of the deal... Why don’t you try and make it over here?”
Hermione nodded, then crawled on elbows and knees. When she reached Harriet, she collapsed, flat against the floor, her bushy head in Harriet’s lap.
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