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The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter	By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 19696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16: Goings on at St. Mungo's

Harry woke early the next
morning to familiar warmth surrounding his fully erect shaft.� He opened his
eyes to see his wife's dark caramel eyes, her beautiful face wreathed in thick,
soft, kinky brown hair.� She was on her hands and knees, holding herself aloft
so that the only parts of them that were touching were their most intimate
parts.

�Morning Love� he smiled.

�Do you have any idea how much I
love the fact that you�re a morning man Mr. Potter?�

He smirked, �I�m getting an
idea, Mrs. Potter, c�mere!�

Harry pulled her on top of him,
her weight negligible, allowing them to make skin to skin contact with their
whole bodies, well; at least the facing halves of their whole bodies, their
roaming hands strove to touch the rest of each other�s exposed skin.

Eight inches of �morning wood�
felt perfectly at home in her warm, wet center as they both pressed their pubic
regions together going for maximum penetration.� Without pulling out of his
wife Harry rolled them onto their sides, leaned back and guided her supple left
leg across his chest.� This put Hermione/Myrtle on her side with him on his
knees straddling her right leg, offering another unique position � and more
stimulation for them both.� He increased the pace of his pistoning until he began
to pound in earnest as she reached down to rub her erect clitoral nub.�

She was shuddering in the throes
of her most intense orgasm to date when Harry began to coat her insides with
his spunk.� She could actually feel his warm cum splashing her womb.� He
pressed as hard as he dared to shoot inside her as much as he could, then he
laid down behind her, spooning her body with his, never pulling his semi-erect
member out of her welcoming wetness.

�I want us to be doing this for
the better part of the next century, Luv� Harry breathed into her ear.

�Perfect� she purred in
response.

Eventually hydrostatic pressure
made them separate; she always mewed in disappointment when he withdrew his
member from her.

�You always do that� he
chuckled.

�Well, I always hate it when you
leave.�

�I�m still here love.�

When they�d showered and dressed
for the day they met Hermione/Noir in the small dining room.

�Please, go ahead and eat.� She
insisted.

�Do you want anything; a cuppa?�
Harry offered.

�Oh yes, tea would be nice� she
enthused.� Almost immediately Meacham was at her left elbow pouring Earl Grey,
placing milk and sugar within her easy reach.

�Thank you, um . . .�

�Meacham Miss and you�re quite
welcome.�

�Wherever did you find him
Harry� she asked, �he�s an absolute jewel!�

�You�ve met him before Mione, he
used to be Kreature.�

She looked horrified for a
moment, then dumbstruck, then vastly curious.

�You owe me a Sickle� he said to
his spouse.

�You were right, first she looked
shocked and angry, and then curiosity got the best of her.� I don�t seem to
have a Sickle on me� she said, patting the pockets of her smart business suit.

�I�ll just have to take it out
on your pretty little hide m� dear.�

�That�s my hide Harry,
please don�t abuse it.� Hermione rejoined.

The Potters weren�t sure if
Hermione was joking or not so Harry quickly changed the subject.

�I have to see Judge Vance this
morning, then I need to spend a little time at St. Mungo�s with Ginny.� And
sometime this week we have to see Minister Scrimgeour.� He sighed, �all in all
a full week and it�s only Monday!�

Hermione suggested it might be
better to see Ginny first.� She couldn�t put her finger on it, but when she and
Noir had passed by the criminal ward there seemed to be something wrong about
the place.

They finished breakfast and
Hermione/Noir opted to stay behind, it might be difficult to explain two
Hermione's strolling down the Ministry�s halls.� Mrs. Potter would be going
with Harry this trip.�

On the way out Meacham handed
Harry a small bag and explained, �four measures of floo powder, a two way
mirror� (Meacham or Hermione/Noir would have the other), �and two small crystal
vials for storing memories if needed.�

They decided to floo to St.
Mungo�s first.� Upon arriving in the lobby Harry joined the queue for the help
desk, the same witch who always seemed to be there asked �may I help you?�

�I need to see the Kissed
patients in the Long Term Care Ward please.�

�The Kissed have a ward of their
own now, sir.� There were just too many to care for in LTC� she said, not unkindly.

�Where would that be?�

�On the same floor as the
Criminal Ward, sir� seeing the look of horror on Harry�s face she quickly
added, �not in with the criminals, sir, it�s just a secure floor with
lots of room.�

Harry and Hermione/Myrtle
practically raced to the elevator.

�I�ve got a very bad
feeling about this� Harry said as he punched the button for CW, �Criminal
Ward.�

The elevator opened up in front
of a desk, behind which sat a portly looking orderly with a stitched name badge
that read �Krofcheck.� �He didn�t even look up at them as he said �check your
wands.�

�Not going to happen� Harry said
shortly.

�Ere� now, jus� who d� you think
you are; the bloody Man Who Triumphed?�

Harry leaned over the desk and
said simply, �yes.�

The fat orderly looked closely
and gulped.

�And this is Mrs. the Bloody Man
Who Triumphed,� Harry continued �and as we are both fully trained aurors I
expect we�ll be keeping our wands.�

�Oh, sure, sure, no offense
meant!� the man groveled, �an� who do you wish t� see?�

�Ginevra Weasley and some of her
charges.�

�Roit through ere gov� the man�s
waddle reminded Harry of his cousin Dudley.

Harry didn�t have to tell Hermione/Myrtle
to keep an eye on the fat orderly, there was just something not quite right
about him.

Krofcheck rapped on the door
twice, then three times, and then turned the key. As the door opened inward
Harry placed a small steel ball in the lock socket of the door.

�I�ll be at me desk sur, workin�
on me reports� the orderly said importantly, �jus� knock three times, then
twice an� I�ll be back in a tic.�

�Thanks� Harry said, then
wandlessly knocked over a tray, which made a noisy clatter on the tile floor,
he caught his bond-mate�s eye who nodded in understanding and disillusioned
herself.

Krofcheck had to open the door
wide to allow for his girth and Hermione/Myrtle followed him stealthily down
the hallway, keeping to the shadows.

�Ironic� she thought to herself,
�Hermione would be a natural at this.�

The orderly waddled quickly to
his desk and pulled out a small two-way mirror.

�Yeah, it�s me� the orderly said
into the mirror, he was starting to sweat, �I got two aurors here, with wands,
askin� questions!�

The reply was tinny but Hermione/Myrtle
could swear she�d heard the voice before, could have been any one of thousands
of voices she�d heard over the years.

�Firs� thing, do NOT panic.�
They�s locked in the ward right?�

�Yeah . . .�

�Jus� nudge a couple of the
dolls to hit the aurors while their backs is turned, they can�t watch all of
em� now can they?�

�Well no, but. . .�

�No buts Krofcheck, if anyone
finds out about us the aurors�ll be the last thing you�ll ever have t� worry
�bout!�

Just then the elevator door
opened and two men walked in, �I�m Smith, this is Jones. �We�re here for our
morning appointment� the one calling himself Smith said importantly.

�Ah, yes, Messer�s Smith and
Jones, right here and early too, ah, there�s just a bit of a hold-up at the
moment gentlemen, if you could just come back in oh, �alf and hour or so, I�ll
make sure the wait is worth the bother. . .�

The one calling himself Jones
leaned over the desk and grabbed Krofcheck by the shirt front and snarled,
�what gives, I told me mate here that we�d have quality time with the blonde
this time in the �Honeymoon Suite� and we�ve already paid, now what�s this
shite you�re tryin� t� hand us?�

�Keep it down� the now profusely
sweaty orderly pleaded �fact is we got us a surprise inspection, two aurors is
in there right now and we have t� makes it all normal-lookin�!�

�Two aurors y� say?� �Smith�
mused �we kin take out two aurors, then make it look like the dolls done it,
whot� do y� say Barn-, um, I mean, Jonesy?�

�Yeah, we take out the aurors
an� we get six months, gratis!� �Jones� said enthusiastically.

�You know Whitey�ll go for it!�
Smith rejoined.

�Hey� Krofcheck carped, �I can�t
make deals here, I just watch the desk.�

�Yeah, an� sample the wares when
no one else�s around, we know� Jones accused.

The fat orderly shrugged, �I
gots needs, same as any man!�

Hermione/Myrtle had heard
enough, and fired three spells in rapid succession.

�Stupefy!�

�Stupefy!�

�Expeliarmus!�

Smith and Jones dropped where
they stood, Krofcheck flew into the wall with such force he may as well have
been stupefied.

She searched the three
unconscious men, finding vials of wicked looking potions, knives, nasty looking
brass knuckles.� Each man also had a spare wand in an ankle holster.� She made
a tidy little bundle of the confiscated items then stupefied the men yet again
for good measure.�

She ran down the corridor to
find her husband holding a sobbing Ginevra Weasley in his arms.

�Should I be jealous?� Hermione/Myrtle
smirked.

___ooo000ooo
Ten Minutes Earlier ooo000ooo_____

Harry watched the fat orderly
waddle out the door and called for Ginny.

�Harry?� Is it really you
Harry?�

She came out from behind a
privacy screen, Harry noticed she hadn�t charmed her copper hair to grow back;
it was still very short, like a buzz cut.� She was holding what appeared to be
a metal table leg, somewhat like a club.

�Tell me something only Harry
would know!� she said, and menaced him with her improvised weapon.

�Um, the first time I used floo
powder I was at the Burrow, and I mispronounced �Diagon Alley,� wound up in
Borgin and Burkes!�

She dropped the table leg with a
clang and ran to his arms.

�What�s going on here Ginny?� he
asked.

�Oh Harry, this place, this
place is Hell!� she cried.

�No one tries to help the
Kissed, no healers ever come here, just a few orderlies and they abuse the
patients.�� She stepped back, holding him at arms length so she could look him
in the eye and said �Harry, they rape the kissed, they�ve got some kind of
brothel set up here, men come day in and day out, all hours of the day and the
girls who�ve been kissed, oh Harry, what these animals do to the girls.��

She began to cry, �I tried to
fight it, but someone had me imperioused until just today, I finally
broke it, and I was ready to kill the next man who came through that door!� She
said with absolute conviction.

�Oh Harry, I could have killed
you!� she sobbed and he pulled her into a tight embrace, �It�s all right Ginny,
it�s alright, we�re gonna� make this right, I promise.�

�Should I be jealous?� an amused
voice came from the open door.

�Her-Hermione?� Ginny asked �I
thought you�d been killed!� and she pulled the bushy haired girl into a three
way embrace with Harry.

�Not exactly, um, it�s a long story;
do you know what�s going on here?�

Harry and Ginny nodded.

�Ginny here has been under an
imperious curse since she got here, she was just able to shake it off this
morning, someone�s running a brothel right under the noses of the Department of
Magical Law Enforcement here.�

�We�ve got to call in the rest
of the aurors here Harry,� Hermione/Myrtle suggested �I�ve already disabled the
elevator, and I�ve got three prisoners just waiting to taste some veritaserum.�

Harry thought for just a moment,
�We need to contact Kingsley.�� He pulled his two-way mirror from his jacket
pocket and called �Number Twelve!�

�Hermione here, what is it
Harry?�

Ginny looked shocked, if
Hermione was there, who is this?

�I need you to floo Auror HQ, we
need a team in the Kissed ward at St. Mungo�s right away, it has to be covert;
no one can suspect what we know about this place!�

�Noir tried to tell me there
were some dark magics involved there; I�ve learned to trust her on things like
that.�

�I need you to call right away,
�Mione.�

�I�m already at the fireplace,
tell me what�s going on and I�ll relay to, Oh, hello Kingsley!�

It took a few minutes to explain
the situation to Shacklebolt, who had a team in his office before the
conversation was over.

�We�ll be there in five minutes�
Kingsley said, and then signed off.

�Where are the girls?� Harry
asked.

�Through these double doors, I
couldn�t go through them, the imperious prevented me.�

They went in and found what
looked like a hotel lobby leading to half a dozen rooms.� An extravagant,
gilded sign read �Honeymoon Suite,� Harry and the girls entered.

There on a king-sized
heart-shaped bed with red satin covers languished two girls, Lavender Brown and
Lori Baxter, the Hufflepuff prefect that had stood beside her on the wall when
they had been Kissed.� They wore simple red transparent gowns and nothing
else.� Both girls were basically staring around the room, not reacting to
anything.

�Lavender, Lori?� Its Ginny
dears, remember Ginny?�

Both girls stopped the aimless
staring and focused on Ginny, Lori asked �Gin-nee?�

�Yes my love, its Ginny, come
here now, come, come� both girls followed Ginevra out of the room where their
gowns were transfigured into something that would protect their modesty, if
they�d had any modesty to protect.�

The trio gathered eight more
girls and two young boys from the remaining rooms and went back to the ward.

A deep bass voice called from
the open doorway, �I guess the gift-wrapped perps in the hallway are an early
Christmas present Harry?�

�Courtesy of the Missus, Boss,
she took em� on, not me!�

�Missus?� Why wasn�t I invited
to the wedding?�

�You are, it hasn�t happened
yet, we�re just, y�know, bonded.�

�Well congratulations you two,
now let�s get to work, I see a queue forming up in the lobby downstairs, I
think the holding cells at the ministry are going to be full for the next
several days.�

What followed was a classic
sting operation.� One auror, polyjuiced to become Krofcheck, would send the
�clients� in and as they entered the �suites� they were arrested, veritaserum
was administered and they were adjudicated on the spot.� Those who were first
timers just out for a �good time� were given suspended sentences but their
names were published in the �Crimes against the Wizarding Community� column in
the Prophet.� Those that had been regulars were sentenced to Azkaban for as
little as six months or as much as two years.� �Smith� and �Jones� had been
watching too many muggle cop shows; they wanted to do a deal.� Taylor and
Barnaby, their real names, were small time crooks with delusions of grandeur;
they did know a few names of the powerful and influential but in the end their
veritaserum confessions landed them the longest sentences twenty years with no
possibility of parole.�

Someone fairly high up in the
hierarchy of the DMLE was obviously involved, but who?� No one had a name, or
even a description, just a contact name, �Whitey.�

Krofcheck had been an Auror
washout, couldn�t hack the physical training, when he saw the Kissed setting up
in the ward next to his he volunteered to �gate keep� both wards.� His official
record was clean and it seemed like a good use of existing man power.� He had
even received a rise for his �initiative.�� Under veritaserum he confessed to
keeping the book on the �Suites.�

�Why do you call the Kissed
�dolls� Krofcheck?� Shaklebolt asked.

�Well, they�s empty headed
playthings, ain�t they?�

It was left for Ginny to suggest
Krofcheck�s fate.� She didn�t even hesitate; she contacted Lavender�s and
Lori�s surviving relatives, grandparents on both sides of the families, and
told them what had happened to their granddaughters.

Harry didn�t even flinch when
the sentence was carried out in the courtyard of the Ministry of Magic.� The
press was invited as was the age-appropriate public.� The girls and boys who
had been abused were present, in as much as their dementor kissed personalities
would allow.� Also in attendance were the families of the victims and the
aurors who had shut down the brothel.� The condemned was manacled to a large
square frame that stretched his arms and legs so that his naked body resembled
a large doughy �X�.� Gregor Krofcheck screamed as the lash laid twenty stripes
on his back, but he shrieked like a terrified little girl when the small hooked
blade removed his testicles without the benefit of anesthesia. Lori looked at
Harry and asked, �Goodness?�

�No,� he replied gently �not
goodness Lori; justice.�
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