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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, a cat, and of course all the typos and other errors. (blushes)

A/N: I want to make something VERY CLEAR, for all readers. I do not write and will never write a rape scene in my stories, just to make them more exciting or appealing. Rape never was and will never be exciting, sensuous, erotic, or sexy. Let there be NO AMBIGUITIES on this important issue. Rape is the evilest kind of violence a criminal/rapist commits. Rape has VICTIMS not partners. Hence I decided to write the rape scenes in my story as they should be written. I do not sugarcoat.

7460 words!! Longest chapter until now. There are very veryy veryyy DARK torture scenes and body modifications and squick in this chapter. it is going to be the last one as far as this kind of scenes is concerned. (did I say very VERY DARK ???) consider yourself warned! And please do not come back to complain.

ReservoCorpis Potion = Literally Preserve Body

Limbomortis = Dead in Limbo

Please read, review, and rate? Enjoy.

HM

“Conversation”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashbacks’

Chapter 15 : Azkaban’s Chamber of Secrets.

Fifteen minutes before Hermione Granger woke up The Dark Lord wrapped up his business with Severus Snape who then excused himself. Rather than taking the short way to the 2^nd floor in the Center, using the Dark Lord’s Distributor, like he was invited to do, potions’ Master Severus Snape, Head of the “Magical Research Laboratories” Cabinet, in the new “Regime” decided to take the long way, which meant using his legs.

He needed time to think, and analyze all that came about today. Especially regarding his Master, and Miss Granger.

The Dark Lord told him that once she was awake, and feeling good he will take her to meet her friends, it was a manipulative gesture, on his part, but it will get him in her good graces, again. Smirking he shook his head. He admires the Great wizard’s self-confidence, and his savoir-faire especially with witches.

He could be so suave and smooth and charm a snake out of its own skin. Scoffing at himself…what is he thinking? Lord Voldemort is the Heir of Slytherin for Salazar’s sake! Of course he could charm snakes or anything else for that matter, if he puts his mind into it. But Ms. Granger wouldn’t be this easily charmed, now, would she? He’ll have to wait and see.

He knew that Draco would be waiting anxiously for him, in his office, with Zabini, unless there was an emergency, a highly unlikely occurrence these days. Both would be impatient to know the whole story from A to Z, not that he’s going to go into details, however, his godson would be more than happy to annoy the crap out of him, the whole day long, if not the whole next week, to get his answers.

Zabini was a different story, a snicker tugged at his face, Miss Luna Lovegood and Zabini got engaged last summer. Two peculiar individuals, but they fit! He’d bet Zabini would be all over his fiancée, by now, intruding on her time at work, putting some potions’ brewing process in jeopardy! He scowled at the thought.

Back when the war was still raging, Miss Lovegood chose the right side, rather than the “Light” side when she approached Zabini at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, one day, since they were getting close. Draco was away on a “mission” for the Order, so she took the risk with the quiet one, to talk to him and “confide”.

She was noticing all the inconsistencies between what they supposedly stood for and what was enacted in reality, particularly towards Ms.Granger. Ginny at that time was in her open animosity phase towards almost everyone, but particularly against Ms. Granger gossiping against her, as Draco reported. Molly was trying to run everything on behalf of Albus, when this latter was away, and siding with her brat of a daughter, believing they’ve got the high hand; Ron was his rude self, after deserting Potter, who was on a goose chase for horcruxes with Hermione.

Zabini took her to Lucius Malfoy who, in turn, by proxy of Lord Voldemort, pinpointed aspects of what was taking place with Albus and his cronies, and showed her through a pensieve, Ron and Ginny’s betrayal and their meeting with The Dark Lord, that was set by Draco, prior to her discussion with Zabini.

After that, Ron went back to his “friends” and delivered them to the Death Eaters as he said he would, in return of favors and mostly ‘wanting Hermione as his slave’, the asinine scoundrel!

The trio was captured, Ron played his role, to mislead Harry, and Hermione was tortured in Malfoy Manor despite the Dark Lord’s orders to the contrary. Draco brought her to the Center, and then continued the charade of rescuing and delivering Potter and Ron back to the Order. Ron was ignorant of the Dark Lord’s whole congruent plan, of course, the inane baboon!

Ms.G.Weasley on the other hand, planned meticulously what she was doing, at least as far as her own personal scheming was concerned.

She was the one who first approached Draco about meeting the Dark Lord, and then convinced Ron to come along, not telling Draco why, just saying she was told by Albus Dumbledore to try and spy on the Dark Lord as he was supposedly doing, adding that since she knew him through the diary, maybe she would be more efficient. It goes without saying she was lying through her teeth. Draco, of course, was aware of her more than obvious aims. Albus would have talked to him directly if what she said were true. She might have been a conniving parasite, but she was as thoughtlessly obvious as a bell ringer.

She wanted to promote her own position in the Dark Lord’s good graces, regardless of who gets hurt in the process, not even thinking about her family or Harry! Well to be honest she thought of the Potter boy, and ‘how he will get what's coming to him’, for dumping her! She only cared about herself, and what she wanted was riches, fame, power, the easy life, and of course ‘HER Tom’.

He shudders whilst remembering the embarrassing things she did, while some Inner Circle Death Eaters were present, including him, and in front of her own brother no less! Presumptuously assuming that with her false servility and obsequiousness she could gain privileges from Lord Voldemort.

More appallingly pathetic was the lewdly immodest, and vulgarly displayed “charms”, let alone the whorish performance to “bewitch” the Supreme Ruler of the whole world, as if he would stoop to her bawdy level, as if he was one of the teenagers she fornicated with at Hogwarts.

He sent both back with the belief that once the war is over, they will get what they wanted, as reward, if their assigned mission was successful.

They were left together in a room, for a couple of hours, before he allowed them to go back to the Order. Little did they know, they were being watched. Their conversation was heard in its entirety, in spite of their “Muffliato” attempt, which unsurprisingly was not successful.

Ron was already plastering an idiotic victorious smile on his face, planning his revenge on Hermione, with all the ways he would use her, and debase her, and teach her a lesson for dumping him, while the bimbo was imagining herself already as the Dark Lord’s wife and consort, convincing her brother to use the ‘bitch’ and then leave her to the Death Eaters, to ‘torture and rape the Mudblood who tried to steal every man around from her, like the real slut that she was, but with Tom, who was hers, and all the privileges he would give her, as his consort, she would teach that slag her real place soon…’.

It goes without saying, the Dark Lord who was listening to them, became livid and was one second away from barging into the room, to dispatch both to Hades, to be ferried into the fires of hell. How much of a dunce were they? Or is it that envy, jealousy and greed turn people like her and her troll of a brother into complete fools?

Ms. Lovegood never liked Ginny or trusted her, Ron even less, and that started at Hogwarts, as for Molly, she told Zabini that the woman was unstable, and somehow her “motherly” displays were deceitful. Many times she told Harry about her troubling thoughts concerning the Order. The poor boy didn’t know who or what to believe at the end, especially after Hermione’s “disappearance” from Malfoy manor, and the reaction at the Order when he insisted to save her.

Knowing it won’t be long before the war was over, Luna Lovegood decided to help as much as she could, for Hermione’s sake, and the Wizarding world in general, talking with her friends, Neville Longbottom, the Patil sisters, Hannah Abbott, and the Creevey brothers, to inform them of the whole situation, as much as she could. In turn, they contacted other friends, to inform them of what was happening. She abandoned the Order altogether since Albus wanted her dead, and dubbing her ‘a traitor and a Death Eater spy’ after she convinced her friends to look deeper into lies weaved around them, she stayed at the Center until the final battle. Many of them followed in her footsteps.

Although some may think of her as weird, she displayed wisdom and foresight, when it mattered. At any rate, she is a good potions’ brewer, like her late mother, he supposed. Still not as good as the know-it-all Granger!

He admit this fact, but would never confess it out loud, to the chit, not even if his life was at stake, or else he won’t hear the end of it. It is known that Gryffindors cannot brew potions for shite. This discipline was for Slytherins, and Ravenclaws come close second. She is the exception to confirm the rule!

The witch had shown, since first year her abilities, knowledge, and quick thinking in his potions classes, and every other class for that matter. Without her he would have kicked Neville Longbottom out, from the start. The boy was an ambulant disaster waiting to happen. And it did happen many times, when she was not paired with him! Though in Herbology he proved to be a genius!

Nevertheless, and despite what others may think, he has a great respect for the witch. He was amused about her crushing on him, for a while, though he would have never acted on it. Not withstanding, the know-it-all grew on him, he came around to like her as a little sister, nothing else, when he interacted with her at the Order’s headquarters. In Hogwarts, he always maintained the ethical Professor/student dynamics to a T, with all his students.

Though many came on to him, especially Pansy Parkinson, he shuddered, disgusted. The pug face! She was the second broom of the school after the Weasley slag. Merlin! These two floozies acted like they were in a competition. The other tramp tried to dwindle him in a sexual affair, following Albus Dumbledore’s instructions. The mongrel wanted to blackmail him, and force his hand, though he was “his” spy at the time. He snorted.

Dumbledore was a conniving bastard who never believed in trusting anyone but himself, even if they were on his side. He was much like Lord Voldemort, though for far less savory objectives, and the ‘Greater Good and the power of love’ he “preached” about to his inane followers.

He was not above using teenagers, and whoring them to boot, in his the end justifies the means way of thinking. Dumbledore many times tried to use Legilimency on him, but since he was better in both disciplines Legilimency and Occlumency, he easily made him believe that he was on his side, yet still Albus tried to trick him with the slut Weasley, to have him under his thumb and consequently blackmail him if necessary. He read everything in her weak mind; at the time, he wanted to cruciate both to hell.

But he digressed; the know-it-all had his respect in more ways than one, first her intellect, then her poise and demeanor, her logic and loyalty. She was the only one who trusted him, and respected him to the last day, before his mission was over, when he needed to leave the scene for his two students to push forward his Lord’s plans. He could have killed Dumbledore, but the Dark Lord had instructed him to make them believe he failed; he had other plans for his nemesis.

The only thing he regretted really was hurting her and losing her trust. However she will understand, after all that have been said and done, he did what he had to do, it was his mission, his contribution to ‘Save the Wizarding world from Dumbledore’s clutches’ as part of the Dark Lord’s strategy.

Damn she should have been in Ravenclaw, but she ended up with the dunderheads, because Dumbledore persuaded her to tell the Hat that she wanted to be with the asinine bunch! The conniving prick wanted her to be under his watch and control, to use her brain, keep her with Potter, let alone help the Order in almost everything, except breathing maybe!

He scowled. After the ceremony, the lowlife constricted her magic with the Subsisto Cruor and obliviated her! No one knew except McGonagall, until Lord Voldemort encountered her at the Ministry of Magic, and told him of his suspicions later on. Since that fortuitous meeting, Ms.Granger gained Lord Voldemort attention.

He just cannot fathom how Albus lied and manipulated everyone, leading them with a cloak and a dagger, for almost 50 years, especially Minerva McGonagall!! Didn’t the dimwitted woman notice that he was gay? That he was in love with Gellert Grindelwald and had a relation with him?! That fighting him and imprisoning him was a sham? That he never loved her and would have never married her?

Well Rita Skeeter took care of that now, hasn’t she?? Her book, The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore though not encompassing everything, still held many unknown secrets; the wide public was unaware of. The Dark Lord gave her a couple of exclusive interviews, to complete it. His smirk grew; His Lord simply loves to add insult to injury. He shook his head and continued his strolling.

No matter, all of this came to pass, and Albus had got his comeuppance, along with all the backstabbing gang, when they were in Azkaban, not that he approved of the way it was dished out, in the end, he had to accept it, but he didn’t have to like it!

Be that as it may, at present, more urgent matters need to be dealt with. He should start preparing the 51 ingredients of the Felix Ligatio potion. Well 50 to be precise, the last ingredient is up to him to acquire.

To think Lord Voldemort was right all along, and found what he was looking for after all! He sniggered; surely Miss Granger wouldn’t be that accommodating, would she? Come to think of it, these two were so alike! Intellectually, she alone could match him, and he was possibly the only man able to curb her bossiness and obstinacy tendencies, but he was sure she is going to give the great wizard a run for his money!

Taking the first flight of steps down to the 3^rd floor, then walking leisurely ahead, through the curved hallway, his lips quirked wickedly, when he thought of an irritated Draco, looking at his second in command, playing lovey-dovey, while he was forced to watch. Snorting, his mind turned back to the matter at hand.

The Dark Lord almost made a mess out of everything with Ms. Granger, because he is so damn keen on finalizing the whole procedure!

Well to be honest the wizard was known for his impatience, still waited two years, because of Bellatrix! She almost killed the witch. Lord Voldemort was so irate he locked her in a private cell, in his headquarters. He had chosen to use the Cruciatus curse, to prevent her premature or coincidental death. Thus she was cruciated for 10 seconds, every hour of every day for the whole duration the know-it-all had been comatose.

He assigned 7 Death Eaters on a 12 hours shift, to keep her under duress non-stop even at night. The already mindless hag lost what few brain cells were left after her 1^st break from Azkaban. Well she’s back there. The irony is that she stayed for a while with the people she hated for the wrong reasons, and sought to kill.

She was a bigoted zealot, all for purebloods’ supremacy. Some of those “supremacists”, like the Parkinsons thought that with the Dark Lord’s victory, they would be having a field day with “inferiors”, they were put straight; Pansy won’t be spewing more denigrating comments about mudbloods, in the foreseeable future. She stayed one week in Azkaban, in a solitary cell, just alone, no one even talked to her; still she came out a mess. He sniggered. What a spineless flobberworm!

Azkaban! Who would have thought this Prison would be, one day, overhauled and improved? Nowadays in Azkaban, they rehabilitate prisoners rather than turn them mad, soulless and evil. There are no Dementors anymore! Thank you Dark Lord!

All the Dementors were extinct; they do not rely on them to subdue criminals. The new installed security wards react to an embedded chip in the prisoners’ back of the neck, which turn them into temporary squibs, during their prison term. Once their sentence is over, the guards take the chip out and let them go back to society, with “better” behavior.

It was a hectic time; he had his 5 Labs working for 3 months, around the clock, on the Constrictor potion to imbibe said chips, which are basically minute squared parchments. The Magical Research Laboratories Department, Sectors Charms and Speclls, created the specific prison wards, to work in sync with the squib-chips. It was a success, and this is the most gratifying part.

He thought how all Azkaban prisoners were behaving impeccably just to be rewarded with a visit to the ‘Whores’ as dubbed by his Master, or ‘The Brothel’, as the detainees not long ago referred to them.

Reaching the last flight of stairs, and going down to the 2^nd floor landing, where all the Potions, Spells, Charms, Herbology and Arithmancy labs were located, commonly known as PHACS Labs. He sauntered in slower pace, imagining his godson fuming face. He chuckled, knowing Draco would be pacing his office and wearing his carpet to shreds.

Wonder how Astoria Greengrass is doing. He will ask about the marriage preparations, he smiled wickedly. He just loved to get a reaction out of him; the boy needs to loosen up a bit. He can understand how Lucius was and still is demanding too much from his only son, but the war is over, and the young Malfoy got the job done, brilliantly, from the time he started at Hogwarts. Give the man a breather! The Greengrass chit is good for him, he just hope his godson was as intelligent as he knew him to be, and hadn’t fallen for Ms. Granger. She is not destined for him.

Walking faster now, he made up for stalling, and reached the Potions’ Labs Sector, and as he expected, he found the two lovebirds, standing on either side of lab #3 entrance, wasting his time at work! Lovegood and Zabini were tilting towards one another, whispering in one another’s ears. He saw through his office open door Draco pacing as he anticipated. ‘Dunderheads!’

“Miss Lovegood to your cauldrons, Mr.Zabini to my office.” He glared and then turned with his usual abrupt gait and walked to his office. Snickering at the startled affianced couple’s jump. Had he been wearing his famous black robes, for which, some students at Hogwarts nicknamed him The Dungeons’ Bat, they would be billowing by now.

His shiny and lustrous hair was as usual silky soft and clean, unlike what everyone thought of as grease. He was his still well built self, tall and muscled like a swimmer, his black pants and black shirt, buttoned to the top, added to his svelte shape. He entered his spacious, well-lit and tidy office to find Draco scowling at him.

“What took you so long?” Draco Malfoy was still glaring, when Zabini entered and the door slid closed behind him with an inaudible whoosh.

Not answering directly, Severus Snape strode to his small stash of Ogden’s Firewhiskey, opened the cabinet took a glass, turned with an arced left eyebrow at both men, who simply nodded, he took two more tumblers, and the bottle, settled down in his desk chair, poured the alcoholic beverage and levitated two, to his guests.

“What happened? How is Hermione?” Zabini asked, after a sip he sighed, with a content grin on his face. Professor Snape’s alcohol stash is the best. The professor knows his business!

“Ask your Commanding General, he was there before me” Severus drawled, looking intently at his Godson who in turn scowled at him.

“I won’t be waiting here for you, for ages, and asking about what happened, if I knew, now would I?!”

“Seems Miss Granger had a panic attack”

“We know this part, Luna was worried about her you know, she kept asking me questions I did not know what to tell her!”

“You do not need to tell her anything at all, we are not a bunch of gossiping spinsters, Mr. Zabini, what we will discuss here in this office, will stay in this office, roger that Mr Zabini?” Snape retorted sharply.

Snorting, Draco relaxed in his seat, facing his godfather, potions’ professor, colleague Death Eater/spy, and most of all a father figure whom he relied on, when Lucius was locked up in Azkaban. He still did, oftentimes he asked for his advice.

“Clear, sir! You go and deal with her …Merlin! She’d bite my head off if I say I don’t know anything” Zabini huffed.

“Not my problem Mr.Zabini! Learn how to draw the lines” Snape smirked.

“Yeah, about those lines, where is …Parsley…Thyme… Rose-marry…. umm… Ms Brown?” Blaize chuckled, and Severus glared then took a sip of his glass, glared at him some more, then snarled, ”Ms. Lavender, is at work, as we speak, unlike some people around here!”

Zabini snickered and ignored the jibe, turning towards his superior in rank, he asked “And the Greengrass? Lush and fertile… living up to her name??”

“Yeah yeah, it is all fine and dandy. Not the time Blaize! What happened up there Severus^?” Draco cut in.

Taking a big gulp, Snape sat glaring at both men from his chair behind his desk, then he took another one, straightened some more in his chair, put his glass on his polished wood desk, in very meticulous movements, and spoke slowly “ He showed Hermione one of Ginny’s pensieves.”

Zabini and Draco looked at each other, and hesitantly Blaize enquired “Which …one?”

Malfoy by this time was holding his tumbler with both hands, so that it won’t fall, because his gut instinct told him what was coming next was not good, no, actually it was bad, no ominous!

“Unfortunately, her first week at Azkaban with the guards” Severus answered in a hushed tone.

“FUCK!” Both Zabini and Draco yelled together, Draco’s face flushed red, his eyes turned stormy gray and fiery, and Blaize passed both hands over his face, after setting his glass on a side table.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING?” Draco bellowed furiously.

“My feelings exactly Mr. Malfoy, please refrain from turning the whole department staff deaf.” Unflappably, Severus glared at his godson, and guzzled down another big gulp; damn this day seems never ending. He mentally sighed.

“Why would he do such a thing?” Zabini was looking appalled at this disturbing news.

“No wonder she vomited and fainted” Malfoy was horrified, he knows about those pensieves. In his line of work, he saw lots of vile things done, albeit hardly ever nowadays, shit happens now and then, but not like when it was still in the early days after their victory. Especially at the start of the new regime, it was a constant battle between his sanity and sense of justice, but still, why he chose to show her this despicable pensieve in particular? Not that the others’ pensieves are any better!

After The Battle of Hogwarts was won, The Dark Lord specifically ordered him and Zabini to imprison Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Arthur, Molly, Ron and Ginevra Weasley, and Dolores Umbridge, in a separate section of Azkaban.

Two days later, all of them were retrieved, by Crabbe and Goyle, and then disappeared, locked away in a secret prison cell, under the Dark Lord personal custody. Ginny Weasley reappeared one day later, in an empty room, totally naked on a dirty mattress. The room was located in Azkaban’s ground floor, in the Guards’ quarters.

********Dark Part starts*********

The doomed girl was left in that room for a couple of months. The first week, a rotation was established. 3 guards went to rape her as many times as they wanted during the day.

Following the Dark Lord’s orders, they subjected her to the vilest depravities, and degradations they could come up with, no holds barred, the only thing he forbade was beating her. After one week of almost constant rape she was left to the prisoners.

She became literally a fucktoy, for Azkaban male prisoners. Everyday a batch of 5 to 15 prisoners rewarded for “good behavior” were brought into her cell, two or three at a time, to use her as they pleased for one hour. Same orders were given, to do whatever they wanted with her, everything was allowed; except beating her.

A cleaning team of house elves, in between prisoners’ “visits”, magically scraped and rubbed all kinds of bodily fluids off her. Half of her bathing water consisted of antibacterial solutions. At the end of the first day, the healers who were sent to her, spent 3 hours suturing her nether organs back together with spells and fast healing potions.

Then at seven in the morning, the very next day, a new batch of prisoners came, and the whole process began again. This continued for 2 months until her spirits and mental state were nil.

The prisoners called her “holes”. When they were asked why, they said because she was not at all there any longer, she became like the proverbial house where the lights were on but nobody’s home. She did not respond, they had to move her around, or she stays however they shift her, her eyes were fixed and glassy, as if blind, and they could not rouse any reaction from her whatsoever, not even a whimper, the only tangible thing about her were her orifices.

She was then sent back to be with her initial inmates, whom she was separated from, and who fared no better. During the 2 months she was used by the prisoners, the others six were being tortured following the same conditions as well, on daily basis, in different cells in Azkaban.

*******Dark Part Ends*********

But why the Dark Lord wanted to show Hermione, of all people, what he’d done to Ginevra fucking Weasley!

Draco did not give a flying fuck about that slag, or any one of the scumbags. Salazar’s cock! All 7 of them were used even Umbridge and McGonagall! Prisoners that won’t be free for years would fuck Blast-Ended Skrewts, if given half a chance. A shudder ran down his spine, and he threw up a little in his mouth.

“He obliviated parts of her memory about it. At least the last gruesome parts, the Urophagia/Urolagnia, Scatology/Coprology bits and such…I presume he knew he went too far.”

“Still there was rape! Why do it? What he thought he could achieve?” Draco sneered livid and frustrated because he couldn’t do any damn thing about it.

“His reasons is something for us to avoid thinking about, and for him to know Mr.Malfoy” Snape sneered at his best friend’s son. The man did not know that thinking about Hermione in such a protective and possessive way was not his job. The Dark Lord won’t accept anyone sniffing around the witch, not even a Malfoy.

Zabini at the same time cleared his throat, and then calmly asked; directing his question at the potions’ Master “What is this Urophrag …Uroblaarghh …what you just said about those obliviated parts?”

Draco looked at his friend and shook his head, while Severus gave him a look between a withering glare and scornful frown; Zabini wondered how the Professor managed to twist his features into such facial expressions! It was really beyond any stretch of the imagination!

“Urophagia Mr. Zabini is the consumption of urine. Urolagnia is the sexual stimulation gained from acts involving urine, such as watching people urinate or being urinated on”. The professor finished his retort with a sour glaring face.

Draco was shaking with laughter, at this point in time, while again Blaize wickedly asked the sour faced wizard behind the desk, gesturing with his hand for him to continue “…and …the next couple of words??”

The sound of chuckling from Draco turned into snorting, as he tried to stop himself from laughing out loud, when his godfather turned the same sneering disdainful face towards him, after taking a large swig, even by his own measurements, he addressed the snickering ‘imbecile’,

” Mr. Zabini, I am a potions’ Master not a Sexual Kinks Advisor!”

Draco was almost folded in two, in his seat, sounds were whizzing out from his direction, while Zabini imperturbably stated, drawling

”…But Sir…you are the one who used these Gobbledygook words …I did not understand them…Hence my inquiry”

“Mr. Zabini I wonder how you passed your N.E.W.T.s! And more so, how you got your position as a Second in Command in law enforcement?” The turned up hooked nose was there, and the seething as well, on the harsh face of the angered professor.

Zabini’s reputation for not being easily fazed did not disappoint, he sighed, calmly saying “Be that as it may, sir, they do not include such course in the curriculum at Hogwarts, besides what do I need …-what was it already? … scatolaphry ?- whatever, what do I need it for to enforce the law ?? I am not going to piss on criminals now am I? Talk about using a different wand!”

Almost hitting himself, Severus Snape covered his face with both hands, then slowly lowered them, his eyes were two stone-cold charcoals, his lips a thin line hiding grinding teeth. Though his face was like a mask, waves of fury emanated from the wizard in black.

Draco recognizing Severus tics, seeing that he was one step away from breaking a cerebral aneurysm, or more likely cruciating Blaize, he turned to the latter and explained; still trying to cover his own amusement, rearranging his face in sober and serious features ”It’s scatology Blaize. It is a mania with excretory functions. It is also the psychiatric study of such an obsession, at least in the Muggle world.”

All ears, Zabini gestured with his hand for his colleague to continue,” and the second one ?”

“What do you need all of this for?” Draco asked confused, Zabini had a wide wicked grin, looking at Draco and replied “You really don’t want to know, do you?! So…You were saying?”

“Eww, for Salazar’s sake! It is the same shit, different name! Damn it Blaize, I don’t want to know what you and Loony do…just …Fuck man!”

“Hmm… we do that too!” Cool as a cucumber, Zabini was not fazed at all, his evil smirk not leaving his face. He liked to shock these two, in the most atypical of ways. Mostly he liked to push both men’s buttons and sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Just for the fun of it. He of course was not into any of that shit they discussed, but he liked to irk his ex-professor sometimes, just to make him lose his famous self-control. However the darn man was unmovable, like a monolith.

Draco thought his best friend was either smashed, or trying to get a rise out of them as usual, most probably the latter, he deduced, because not a minute later Zabini started yet again.

“Well, have you seen the improved and mute versions of Molly Weasley? Or McGonagall? Albus fucking-or rather-fucked Dumbledore! Or Ginny ‘holes’? What about the pink lover Umbridge? She was a piece of work that one, I tell you, and …don’t get me started on the no more bumbling inept weasel who had his mouth finally put to good use! Ah! by the way, did you know Bellatrix, is in the Guards’ quarters?”

Draco looked at Severus who had his eyes closed, his head resting between both hands, fingers massaging his temples, as if he was in great pain! Well who wouldn’t be with Zabini in his this is fun mode around?

Both Draco then Severus looked at him, knowing that he talked so off-handedly about it because he did not know the half of it. Shaking his head, as if to brush off some unbelievable images in his mind.

Pulling himself back together, CG Malfoy asked his friend ”you went there?! To Azkaban?!”

With every question asked, Zabini nodded and said yes. Malfoy was unsettled; he many times fought the urge, to go there himself to beat the crap out of Bellatrix, and Albus Dumbledore in specific, during Hermione’s two years induced coma.

Nevertheless, he could not begrudge Blaize his curiosity. His second in command did not know what took place and how, furthermore the idiot did not know how lucky he was not to know.

Shrugging off Zabini said, “Well I was curious to see for myself! No big deal Draco, consider it as keeping an eye on things, it is in my line of duty… besides they are history now.” He said casually.

Severus and he knew, first hand, about all the body “modifications” rather mutilations if you ask him, as well as the spells and potions used on them.

The Dark Lord summoned his 12 highest ranked, in the Inner Circle, which included Severus Snape, Lucius and Draco Malfoy, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. They were informed, and shown, through pensieves, the atrociously horrific fate of Azkaban’s ‘whores’ or “the brothel” as the prisoners nicknamed them. Then he ordered them all to never think or talk about it anymore, and to consider ‘the whores’ as dead. Well until they were really dead a couple of months ago.

“Crabbe and Goyle were so hyper about boasting their parts in the mummification process. They talked to me endlessly about it!” Zabini added, Draco and Severus did not want to hear about what the two brutes have done, they’ve already seen it with their own eyes!

“How the hell did He do it? He turned them into “living” mummies!! Crabbe Sr. told me that their souls were trapped inside their never decaying bodies, like entombed in their own corpses! They are sentient as if they are still alive, but in fact, they were dead. Their souls couldn’t leave their cadaver, until He decided to really release them for good.” Zabini was not in the Inner Circle, so he did not know how the whole punishment proceedings were carried.

“Through a necrophilia spell, called Limbomortis, it locks a soul inside a body, It was used in the old days by lovers who did not wish to separate, physically from one another, in tandem the body was preserved by a mummification potion the ReservoCorpis ” Severus answered, the scholarly part of himself taking precedence over his reluctance to even think about the whole gory affair.

Draco frowned, Severus emptied his glass with one swig then poured the three of them another round, If only he could afford to wipe his own memory, of this nightmare, he’d do it wholeheartedly.

He knew they needed to exorcise this particular evil incident, as unsettling as it may be, and get it over with. Because the Inner Circle members were not allowed to discuss it other than among themselves, for that reason, absolutely everyone else was unaware of the whole method employed, and why. The people in the know, in Azkaban, were forbidden from mentioning their gruesome comeuppance. Azkaban “lodgers” nicknamed them ‘the Brothel’ so as to not say their names.

“Dolohov said, the Dark Lord monitored the whole procedure, he made them drink the potion to preserve their bodies, Severus did you know of this potion beforehand?”

“No, the ReservoCorpis is a very ancient Egyptian potion which was used by the Magical pharos, to keep the body from decay, for mummification purposes. He brewed it himself. He found a translation of this potion in Salazar’s personal Library. He did not share his findings though, Pity! Nevertheless the Dark Lord told me that for all intents and purposes, He had added fluids to the brew ingredients, which their corpses needed, to keep from decaying and to preserve ‘flexibility’. What a Wrathful revenge!”

Severus knocked back his alcohol, which burned while going down, he needed to exorcise this part of his memory, and wash it with Deadlyius’ acid, as much as Draco. He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples. His headache was worsening.

******** Dark Torture scene *********

Blaize shuddered, sobering, and starting to grasp that it was not that fun anymore. After swallowing some liquid courage, his friend and colleague, continued, “Crabbe , Goyle and Dolohov pulled out their teeth, one by one, the Muggle way, and removed their vocal chords. Afterward they imbedded between their maxillaries and lower jawbones a large O-ring., they looked like they were yawning, to keep their mouths open. All the women had sharp saw-like nipple-clamps affixed into their nipples.

They severed Albus and Ron’s testicles and penises, all of this done without any anesthesia, while they were still alive, but mummified.”

**********End of Torture Scene**********

No one commented, in their minds, two men, namely Draco and Severus were replaying the horrors that their Supreme Ruler have shown them, and his wrath that could and would inflict terrible and horrific reprisals, on anyone if he deemed it just, right and good. While the third was lucky to only imagine how it could have been done.

“Rodolphus was already divorced from Bellatrix, at the time, wasn’t he?” Zabini asked, given that he was not a Death Eater but for a mere 4 years, he basically started when he went with Draco On the Order of the Phoenix espionage mission, so he had very little knowledge of the Inner Circle affairs.

“Yes, he actually divorced the wretched witch 2 months after escaping Azkaban. I cannot believe she was my aunt, the woman was totally off her rocker, even mom was afraid of her!” Draco guzzled down his drink and poured himself another round; the other two men followed his lead.

Zabini despite the horrific details, and his stomach revolting against the horrifying account, wanted to know the macabre facts, out of curiosity, he asked, “So what happened next?”

Draco numbly resumed ”After Killing Arthur, releasing his soul. The Dark Lord considered him a victim, so he was ‘merciful’ with the man. He wanted to keep the others’ souls, with the necrophilia ‘Limbomortis’ spell, which Severus explained, maintaining their consciousness, inside their already mummified bodies. He entombed them in their own never rotting cadavers!”

All three men took a large swig of their goblets, two in the Inner Circle remembering how through a pensieve they saw, ‘the whores’ as per the Dark Lord, were installed in Azkaban prison.

******** Dark Torture scene *********

In a Big empty room, tiled from floor to ceiling, with white porcelain squares, were only 7 “people”, mouth agape due to a large O-ring, all put on round and adjustable “pedestals” more like cylinders. The 7 “individuals” were purposely placed crotch high.

All of them were on hands and knees, all were fastened to their round “dais” by their wrists and ankles, with iron shackles, and fetters, legs open wide by a spreader-bar between their knees.

Someone commented, in a bad taste humor, back then, if the Dark Lord maybe saw more fit not to use sticking charms, and had them fastened like this for ‘aesthetic purposes’. No one found the distasteful joke funny.

Ron was on hands and knees, displaying his severed genitalia. Placed to Dumbledore’s right, facing his mother Molly who was positioned same as McGonagall this latter faced Dumbledore, who like Ron was on his hands and knees, also displaying his amputated genitalia,

Ginny and Umbridge, in the same arrangements and conditions as the other two women, faced one another, while Ginny was on Dumbledore’s left.

All were naked; their hair as Dumbledore’s beard totally shaved. A Wide collar on their necks prevented their heads from dropping down.

They were put in Azkaban at the prisoners’ disposal to do with them as they pleased, once rewarded with a “visit”.

Bellatrix was in the same position and situation as the other women, except, she was located in Azkaban Guards’ quarters, for their use. Their daily usage insured the required quantity of fluids needed to keep them going forever. That’s how the room and them came to be nicknamed “the brothel” by Azkaban dwellers, until they were released into the real death, which took place one to two month before Hermione Granger woke up from her Induced Coma.

********End of Torture Scene**********

Why? Some might ask, the Dark Lord gave His Inner circle 2 reasons; the first is about killing two birds with one stone! On the one hand he does not waste assets, he puts his “property” to good use. Rather than killing them after their capture, he thought of using them, until their execution. They would not be a waste of space or oxygen. On the other hand, the fact of being used in this inhuman and degrading way would be their punishment, in the same token, considering they were aware of everything done to them, in their mummified state.

The second reason is that when prisoners and vicious criminals have an outlet for their sexual frustrations, during their prison term, they become less violent, won’t attack one another, or rape the weaker ones, and they will be more pliable to deal with, and in some rare cases rehabilitated. For him it was practically a win win situation!

Draco looked at Blaize and said “All the prisoners that left Azkaban were obliviated of “the Brothel” memories. The Guards’ have taken an unbreakable vow of silence about what had happened. If they even hint about what was going on back then, they self-asphyxiate to death.”

“So now there’s only ‘Bellatrix’ with the guards?” Zabini asked.

Another sip and Draco nodded ”yep, but since this experiment gave positive results with the prisoners, now they bring, as rewards, ‘professional’ prostitutes, who of course are not treated the same as they used to be, those days are gone.”

“Thank Salazar for small favors!” Severus commented.

“But why keep Bellatrix? And kill the rest?”

“Though No one sees Bellatrix except Azkaban Guards, everyone in the Wizarding world thinks she’s was deceased in Azkaban, which is true, but they don’t know under which circumstances and conditions though. Bellatrix was a 2-fold massage to the Wizarding world at large, that the Dark Lord could and would punish severely anyone who disobey his orders, even the most loyal of his followers. The implicit message being, ‘when I can do this to my follower I can do worse to you’. As for the others, I already told you, he decided to retire them from their “duties” when Hermione was transferred to his headquarters, 2 months ago. Should she ask about them,at any given time, and she will, no doubt about that, he will tell her, they were all executed, which will be the truth”.

“ So it is why Crabbe, Goyle and Dolohov, were sent into that Egyptian suicide mission? The three put together couldn’t have reached a 2 digit IQ! Sending them to the Amtutra Tomb guarded by Sphinxes. These beasts kill any trespassers if they do not provide the right answer to the riddles they supply! It was the best way to get rid of them!” Blaize now understood how serious the whole issue was.

“Well he couldn’t have ended them with no reason at all! Besides they were becoming a liability, as of late, in too many ways. The fools thought they were beyond blame, if they roughed some muggle-borns, in prison, and the dunces haven’t understood or learned from Bellatrix’ fate! So he simply provided the means for them to meet the Reaper.”

Severus looked at the time display on the wall, they were talking, and drinking for almost 2 hours straight, not good !!

Luna Lovegood’s High pitched Squeal and screaming “HERMIONE” made his headache worse, Severus thought that the Muffliato that is set in each Cabinet Chief office should have been done both ways.

He accio’ed 6 vials send 2 of each to his guests, saying “ Mix both together and drink them, this will nullify the alcohol effects”.

He uncapped the Wideye Potion, and mixed its contents with the Vitamix Potion, then drank the solution; both young men followed his instructions.

If Hermione is here then The Dark Lord is with her, and they definitely did not want him to see them wasted. No sir that would not be auspicious at all.

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