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Luna Explores	By : Aarden_Fluvier Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry was sitting in the common room, fuming in frustration.  Despite the evidence they now had, they had not been able to rescue the muggle teens.  Harry was very fearful that they would die before another attempt could be made to rescue them - further he had no idea how to do that, even with Fred’s help.  They did not want to just release the pictronis to the ministry, because Umbridge might flee   (or possibly suppress it) - they wanted to make sure she was utterly destroyed and were discussing how best to achieve this.   They were not at all sure who could be trusted in the Ministry – one course of action was to publish the pictronis in the Quibbler, but the ramifications for Luna’s father would probably be extreme if they did that.  They thought about discussing it with the  Dumbledore, but they all were starting to believe that he was playing Harry for some other agenda.  They trusted McGonagall, but she had no power with the Ministry.  They were on their own.
It was now Monday morning, and Harry had had no excuses to leave Hogwarts, neither of course was the Ministry open on Sundays. Of course that would not stop Umbridge from further abusing the ‘items’. Hermione was absently feeding Harry a piece of bacon at the breakfast table, since he did not seem capable of feeding himself, when a chill came over their table, and only their table.   Luna looked nervous, and it was no surprise when an evil-looking dark owl deposited a letter on her plate.  The envelope opened itself and hanging in the air, in front of Luna, the letter read out to them all “Luna Lovegood is ordered to Senior Undersecretary Umbridge’s office IMMEDIATELY.”    Then, with nobody having any chance to react, the envelope ejected a pink bow which flew to Luna’s hair and attached itself to her tresses.    The letter than read out further, “You will travel IMMEDIATELY by yourself to the forbidden forest, and await further instruction.”  Luna felt sick to her core, and she feared somehow Harry and Fred’s trip had been discovered.  Even if it hadn’t, she had not provided Umbridge with anything useful, and she was sure the stakes were about to be raised.  Luna stood up, as if in a trance and headed out to the forest.  Umbridge would have arranged for her to be absent, and no teacher tried to stop her. Her friends tried, but she knew this was inevitable and would not be dissuaded.   Neville, Hermione and Harry accompanied her to the school boundary, and with three fierce hugs, she was gone towards the forest.
Luna walked nervously past Hagrid’s cottage and then, reluctantly entered the forbidden forest.  It was always clammy and still in there – things she usually enjoyed and felt safe with – Luna was filled with dread.   She didn’t know where to go specifically, so she just trudged slowly along the main path.   After a little time, the forest became even more foreboding.  With a swoosh of wings, the delivery owl appeared again, and sat upon a branch with its wings open, as if to tell Luna to stop.  So she did.   She stood still for a few seconds, and then felt a growing sense of tension in her head.  In fact, it was not her head, it was her hair, and the pink bow was the cause.   With a sudden pop,   Luna was gone from the forest and found herself in a darkened room.   She almost fell over from the sudden disorientation from what she realized was the effect of a port-key in the guise of the pink bow. Luna’s stomach was tight with fear, she almost urinated from the strain – she had never been this frightened before.   After what seemed an eternity, she heard what she dreaded – “Hello dear, thank you for joining me here.”  The room lightened, still gloomy, and Luna could see Umbidge, sitting at her desk, smiling her smile of pure filth and evil.
Luna had no idea where she was, or how she was going to get out or what Umbridge was going to do to her, but she found at soon enough.   “Well dear, despite our agreement, I’m sorry to say you are not keeping your end of the bargain.  I think you have been providing me with non-information, and really, that’s not, errr, ‘helpful’”.  Luna just about feinted, and her bladder now released -  a trickle of urine flowed down her legs.   Umbridge sniffed – “don’t be frightened little one,” she said with her icy sweet voice.  “You just need to be more helpful and all will be well.”   Luna gathered herself a little – “I’ve told you, I barely know Harry and I really don’t know anything useful.  Isn't  there something else I can do to help you.”  “Well dear, you know, I simply don’t believe you.  Do you think I don’t have spies in Hogwarts who are watching you and your friends?  I know precisely who your friends are.  Do you know dear, I even know who you offer your pretty little cunt to.   You are a busy girl, putting so many things in your pussy.   Perhaps I may have a use for your pussy if you don’t start to provide me with something more useful.   I think you should show it to me now,  let me see how you wet your panties – you are not so brave now are you.”
Umbridge got up from behind her desk and walked slowly towards Luna.  “Oh yes, look at your tiny little school skirt, see how easy it is for you to show off your bottom and your slit.   I’m told it’s unusual for you to have panties on, you enjoy so much for everybody to see your ready vagina.” With that, Umbridge surged to Luna and grasped the top of her panties.  Then she fiddled with them a bit, tugging them up tightly, outlining Luna’s cunt lips in the wet material.  Umbridge inhaled deeply, her nose almost touching Luna’s sex.   Luna shivered in fear and horror, and more urine escaped.  Umbridge could not help herself, and her tongue eagerly lapped it up as it welled through Luna’s panties.    Umbridge continued her licking, starting now to slide her tongue urgently along the obvious cleft in her panties.    Umbridge had slightly lost her own focus as to why she had Luna there – this was just an opportunity she wanted to enjoy.   Luna, endeavouring  to think clearly (her pussy was a powerful agent),   contemplated trying to use some magic to best Umbridge, but she figured  it was very unlikely Umbridge was not protected in some way.    Umbridge’s own cunt was by now quite slick - with Sellsit’s sex-magic help, her body was enhanced in many ways.   Umbridge now tugged Luna’s panties downwards, revealing her lush thick blonde tangle of hair, and the tastiest looking outer pussy lips Umbridge had ever seen – little wonder Luna was so busy with her pussy.
Suddenly, Umbridge felt a burst of angry jealousy.  She knew her own cunt was normally dry and dreadfully unattractive because of her massively puffy and pimply pudendum.  Sellsit was helping her feel good about herself, but all her ugly emotions were never far from the surface and now they raged out.  Umbridge jammed two fingers with sudden violence into Luna’s hole and started trying to rip her pussy off her body.  Luna screamed, falling backwards to escape the intense pain.  She fell awkwardly,  her head smashing into the hard floor,  knocking her out…
Slowly, Luna’s eyes fluttered open.  Looking at her was Madame Sellsit. Umbridge was back behind her desk, her face still dark and twisted with anger.   “Thank you Madame Sellsit,  the silly girl feinted and banged her head on the floor.” “She will recover fully Senior Undersecretary Umbridge,” intoned Sellsit flatly, as she departed the room.     Luna felt fuzzy, but OK, her clothes back in place. Sellsit had clearly applied some advanced healing magic as her groin felt warm and fuzzy, not the violent pain she had just experienced, and, as far as she could tell, her head was none the worse for wear. At least she had not befallen the same fate as Myrtle! Umbridge had totally lost control, and Luna realized she was rather lucky to still be alive.  “Well dear,” smiled Umbridge as sweetly as she could, “that was silly of you to fall over wasn’t it?  Aren’t you lucky Madame Sellsit was nearby”.  Luna glared back but said nothing.  “Where were, oh yes, I was explaining to you that you are a slutty liar, and that you need to do better.  In fact, I have something to show you that I think will encourage you to be, err, more forthcoming.”   “Come, come” said Umbridge, as she waved her wand rather clumsily and elaborately.  With no further drama, a window appeared in the wall.  Probably the window was always there, all that Umbridge had managed to do was turn the light on inside it.   Luna gasped as she peered through it, for it was her father that she saw.  She ran to the window, seeing that he was floating and rotating in space, surrounded by white energy tendrils.  Once very few  turns, the tendrils tightened, squeezing him, causing him to scream out in pain.   Luna, suddenly very calm and clear, despite all the trauma that had just befallen her, turned to Umbridge and said “very well Madame Senior Undersecretary Umbridge, you win.  I will put together a dossier on Harry Potter that you can use to destroy him.  Give me a couple of weeks please, and don't hurt my father any further.”
“Very good dear, I knew you would see it my way,” shrilled a happy Umbridge.  “Come to my desk please.”  Umbridge cast another poorly executed spell, and the door of her desk opened.  She removed some parchment, and some words appeared on it.  “This is our contract dear, you will need to sign it, and then I will need to take it to the Minister for witnessing.” Luna reached for the quill on the desk but Umbridge batted her hand away. “Not that way dear” she smirked.  You have to sign it with some bodily fluid. I could use your blood, but since you are such a slut, fucking every cock and mouth you meet, I think I you can use some juice from your nasty little cunt for this.    Pull your panties down.”   “If you attack me again” growled Luna, I will attempt to kill you, regardless of the consequences.”  Luna meant this sincerely, and Umbridge knew it.  “Of course I wouldn’t do such a thing, dear,”  she trilled sweetly.  Luna pushed her underwear down, and stood with her legs apart.  Umbridge then delighted in fingering Luna until she had a little moisture on her finger, which  she smeared over  the parchment.  The parchment fizzled, and Luna felt a magical tug.   Umbridge then did her third clumsy spell, and the door slid shut.  Umbridge told Luna to stay where she was whilst she delivered the parchment to the Minister.  “You can enjoy watching your father whilst I’m gone, it will help you to keep your bargain.”  With that Umbridge departed leaving Luna alone.
Luna had no intention of watching her father in pain.  Instead, she sat at Umbridge’s desk, and searched it for secret compartments or anything else that may be useful.  To her total surprise, the drawer that Umbridge had magically closed, was unlocked.   Umbridge was such an incompetent witch,  how on earther could she be in her job at the ministry.  Luna rummaged about in the drawer, until she found a small secret compartment attached to the bottom of the draw base above.   She easily found the activation button, which, after pressing,  slid an envelope out towards her. Nervously she took it to the light of the window and opened it.  Luna took out the pictures and then vomited bile on the floor. In the pictures were three young teenagers,  clearly the ones Harry and Fred had been unable to rescue.  They were obviously  dead,   their bodies shrunken as if the fluids had been sucked from them.   Harry’s fear for their safety had been well founded – Umbridge had murdered them.    As Luna re-centered herself, she cleaned up her vomit with a wandless spell, and then pondered what to do.  This evidence, on top of the pictronis, was surely enough to end Umbridge, hopefully permanently.  But Luna had no means to copy it.  So she decided to take the gamble and secreted the envelope on her person, closed the secret compartment and pushed the drawer closed. It was quite possible Umbridge would want to look at the pictures,  evil bitch from hell that she was, but that was a risk Luna (and her father) would have to take.
Luna had just managed to finish her snooping, and had positioned herself at the window, where she was theatrically sobbing for her father.  Umbridge marched up to her, grabbed her roughly by the arm,   and dragged her away.  “It’s witnessed, so now you can go back to Hogwarts.”   She grabbed the bow, still in Luna’s hair, and gave it a twist, which re-activated the port-key in reverse.  As she did so,  she reminded Luna she had two weeks, at which time she would be back here.  Then, Luna was gone, back to the forbidden forest.
For a while, Luna just lay in the soft forest floor cover, allowing what little light there was to dapple her skin.  But eventually she grew cold in the dank air, so she roused herself and set off for Hagrid’s cabin.      After a few minutes, as she was not far into the forest, she saw Hagrid’s rustic abode.    She smiled, thinking of some of the fun times she had had at Hagrid’s, enjoying some relief from the stress of the day.   She climbed the stairs, and was just about to knock, when she heard a loud snoring from within.   Hagrid did sleep rather a lot, so it was never a surprise to find him like this. If he was in his hut he was usually either sleeping, eating, or fucking.  Mostly fucking, smiled Luna to herself. Luna carefully raised the door latch, and crept in. Perhaps there was some tasty stew she could enjoy whilst he slept.  It was quite warm in the hut, and Hagrid was there, lying on his enormous bed, with no bedclothes over him.  In fact, there was nothing covering him at all.  His massive torso reflected the light of the hearth fire, and he really did look like a sleeping giant.  Well, of course, he was one !   With every snore, Hagrid’s massive cock would loll about a little, and soon Luna was more than mesmerized as she watched it.   She stepped out of her panties, and settled on a large Hagrid-sized chair, heels on the chair seat, so that her legs were spread wide for easy fingering of her pussy.  Luna drifted for a while, grinding her pussy with her fingers, until she really needed something else in it.  “What better,” she thought,  “than some friendly Giant meat.”   Luna had had sex with Hagrid before, although usually when one of his other friends like Madrigan  the centaur was around.  It was a more intimate setting with just the two of them.    Luna slipped off the chair, and made her way over to Hagrid, still mesmerized by the motions of his marvelous cock – every time he snored or breathed, the helmet of hic cock protruded from his foreskin and then subsided again.    For a long time Luna watched Hagrid, her sex eventually so slick she reckoned she could even fit Hagrid inside herself.

“It's a gorgeous sight, isn’t it.”   Luna jumped in surprise at the disembodied voice appearing from nowhere.   “Who’s that?” queried Luna, intrigued as to who else was watching Hagrid.  From the shadows stepped a small figure, it was Fred.    “Hello Miss Luna, I came here because I wanted to speak to you after your return from Umbridge’s office. I too have enjoyed enormously watching Hagrid’s magnificent body while he sleeps.    I have not yet fucked Hagrid, but he is on my list now!.  I’ve also rather enjoyed watching you finger yourself ! “ Luna giggled, since she was really rather familiar with the many sexual proclivities of the House Elfs, although this unique being, Fred, was not someone she had observed before.   “Fred it will be an experience to savour for ever.  See if you can get Madrigan to visit at the same time, she can do the most amazing things with her tongue that I’m sure you will also enjoy.”   “I’ll keep that in mind, Miss Luna,” smiled Fred.  With Fred’s arrival, the moment in which Luna had been about to impale herself on Hagrid’s log had passed, so she reluctantly removed her fingers from her slick hole, threw her panties on the fire and smoothed her skirt down.     “Let’s go outside, and you can tell me about your visit to Umbridge”, suggested Fred.
Luna and Fred exited the hut, leaving Hagrid to his unknowing slumbers,  and settled themselves on the enormous bench outside.  Luna still sat in her favourite position, feet up on the bench, pussy totally exposed to the wind and any eyes that were around.   She continued to absent-mindedly play with her thick bush and pussy lips as she recounted to Fred her experience.  “It was hideous Fred.  Umbridge not only has my father captive, but I’m very sorry to say she murdered those teens.  She would have probably killed me too, she was in such a rage, but an accident prevented it, and Sellsit saved me.  To get away I agreed to bring her real material on Harry in two weeks time. So we have a little time to bring her down.”  Luna pulled the pictures from her skirt pocket and solemnly handed them to Fred.  After a few moments observation,  one very large tear rolled down Fred’s cheek. “Umbridge cannot survive this - we have the pictronis and now these pictures.   We can end her.”  The way Fred said that made Luna shiver;  she got the distinct impression that when Fred said ‘end’ she actually meant ‘kill’.   Luna started to ask Fred what she meant, but Fred gave her a look that stopped Luna from saying anything further.
Luna was now fairly sure of Fred’s intentions, and when she looked deep within herself, she was sanguine with Fred’s position.   “Miss Luna, we must act quickly then,” stated Fred.   “Tomorrow is a school day at Hogsmeade.    I will meet you and your friends there at 1100 and we will discuss our next move.”   Luna nodded, vaguely aware that Fred seemed to be in charge now.  “Very well then, goodbye Miss Luna, perhaps I will stay a little while longer.”  As she said this, Fred gave Luna a huge wink.  Luna giggled again, musing that this House Elf was like no other.  She levered herself off the bench,  but it was sufficiently high that she took a little tumble on landing, and finished up face in the ground, bottom in the air, skirt around her waist and sopping pink cunt beckoning to Fred.   “Luna, you have the most beautiful human pussy I have ever seen.   When we are finished with this situation, it would be my pleasure to invite you to one of our rituals, and to personally be your paired partner for the experience.   But for now, itching though my sex is,  you must return to your friends.    I’m pretty sure one of them might be able to, err, calm your nerves after a very stressful day.”  Luna sighed, a little wistfully, but gathered herself up, gave Fred a fierce, Hermione-like hug, and headed for the castle.  Fred watched her depart, Luna’s bottom delightfully exposed beneath her skirt,  and then remounted the steps to Hagrid’s hut – the snores had stopped.
The next day, Hogsmeade day, Harry was still so angry with Umbridge for her murderous acts, and even more himself for not rescuing the teens, that his magic was erupting out of him in very random and rather dangerous ways.  Nobody could calm him, not even Hermione.   A few unfortunate first years had encountered him, and foolishly giggled something inane at him.   They were now in the school hospital, and would remain there a while.  Hermione had never seen Harry like this, and if she was honest with herself, it scared her a bit.   There was something wild in Harry that was not controlled.    “Come on Harry, it’s time to go,” implored Hermione.   Harry was still looking for something to assault,  but she reminded him further that Fred would be waiting at 1100 for them.  Hermione rounded up Neville and Luna and they all headed for the rendezvous by broom.    Fred had arranged for them to meet at an out of the way tavern, where she was sure they could strategize uninterrupted.   The four friends had just settled in at a table, when Fred appeared quietly from the shadows, looking as grim as a House Elf could.  “Hello my friends, let’s get straight to it shall we.   My intent is that...”    That was as far as she got, because to the amazement of those that knew her, Madame Sellsit entered the tavern.     Sellsit only knew Luna by sight, but Harry’s and Hermione’s faces were very well known of course.    To everybody’s total astonishment, Luna did one of those unexpected Luna things.   She went straight over to Madame Sellsit and took her into a the most generous hug you could imagine.   Luna gazed up at Madame Sellsit, “thank you for saving my life.  However, you are mixed up in something very very bad with Umbridge.   Come with me.”  Without waiting for an answer, she took the skilled witch by her hand, and towed her over to the others.  “These are my friends, and they know what is going on.  I know you are not evil, I felt it when you healed me.  I also sensed your disgust with Umbridge.   Please tell us why you are doing these terrible things for her, because if you don’t, you will be destroyed along with Umbridge.  Make no mistake, we will destroy her.”
Luna’s companions had never heard her talk like this before.  Direct, to the point, fierce, unyielding.  Luna was always full of surprises - she was even wearing underwear !  Madame Sellsit looked utterly flustered, and for a moment, she thought about fleeing.  But looking around at the 5 of them, especially that strange and grim House Elf, something about them convinced her that she should stay, and that this might be her only avenue to escape the clutches of Umbridge.  She had already committed such terrible acts, it was enough.    “Very well,” she barely whispered, “I’ll tell you everything, it’s simple enough.  Firstly, you probably know she has no real evidence to  hold Mr. Lovegood, but she has enough friends, or perhaps people she is blackmailing, that she has the power to keep him longer.  It’s all just a sham to get leverage over Luna to get some dirt on Harry.”  “Yes we had figured most of that out,” interrupted Hermione,  “we want to know the main story - why are you assisting her and to what end. To encourage you to be truthful, we know exactly what happened with  the now three dead teenagers at their first encounter with Umbridge.  We know this because Harry and Fred were there – it is all recorded on a pictronis.  Would you like to see it ?  I sincerely hope you were not a part of their murder.”
Sellsit looked very desperate, almost crying.  “Dead, no, please not.  I had hoped to save them. Surely you are lying to trick me.”  Luna placed the picture of the dead children on the table, and Sellsit slumped her head to the table.   Nobody moved or spoke.  Eventually, red eyed, she raised her head, sighed and took a deep breath.   “Umbridge has my family’s Grimoire.     You have obviously seen the advanced  sex magic that I can control.  This is the secret of the Grimoire.   Without that book, nobody else in the family will be able to continue our ancient traditions.  Worse, my own family’s very existence is totally connected to the presence of the Grimoire. You see, the book itself is magical, and without it, we cannot conduct the sex magic and we cannot breed.  We are dead without it.   Umbridge called in some favours and had it stolen from our vault in Gringotts.  How she did that exactly, I do not know, although I do know some of the people involved.  Some of them are now dead.  We do have friends too, but not enough to get the Grimoire back.”  She stopped, breathing irregularly and heavily.
There was a long moment of silence as the others contemplated what they had heard.  Finally, it was Luna that asked the obvious question. “But why Madame Sellsit, why is Umbridge doing this. Is she so evil she just wants to ritualistically kill muggles?”   “It is within her to do that, but no, that’s not the main reason.   You probably have your suspicions, having spent some time in Umbridge’s presence.  It's simple, she is close to being a squib.  She cannot retain her position and power in the ministry (and certainly not climb to greater power) if this becomes known.   She used to be powered at ordinary levels, but a little over a year ago, soon after she became Senior Undersecretary,  she was involved in  a dark magic ritual that bound her magical core, or possibly actually reduced it, we are not sure.    This is where I come in.  Our family’s sex magic has sometimes been able to turn squibs into full wizards and witches.  We don’t know the exact details of how that works, whether the squib needs to be born like that or has been damaged like Umbridge, we know very little.  But Umbridge does not care. She sees a chance to regain her powers and she wants it.  She is blackmailing me with the Grimoire to help her.”
There was another long pause.   Sellsit continued, “it does not count for much, but I was not there when she killed the teens.  I was of course at the first session, and also the second, and I absolutely contributed to their weakening.  You see, the sex magic converts life force through sex into the recipient’s magical core via me as the conduit.  I was trying to find a way to help them escape, but I could not.  I could have refused to help,   although that may not have saved them, but I did not.    Do as you will with me.” Harry coughed, and somehow his rage was gone. “Madame Sellsit, we cannot guarantee what the law will hold for you, but we will do our best to help you.  We know you are not evil and the choice you were given was a terrible one.  What we want you to do, is help us capture Umbridge.”  The others looked rather shocked, as there had of course been no real discussion about this.

Hermione, forever the voice of reason,  asked the obvious “and then what will we do with her Harry?”  Harry, for once, had actually something thought out beyond the first impulsive step.  “I think it’s simple.  We will show her what we know, and threaten to release the information unless she releases Luna’s father and the Grimoire back to Madame Sellsit.”   “But once we release her, won’t she just cook up another scheme, maybe kill more innocents, and we are back to square one?”, mused Neville.  Neville, generally in the background, was actually raging internally.  He had been very affected by the death of the muggles, as he still strongly identified with those who are powerless in the face of evil.   There was something within him that was growing powerful, and Neville had just enough introspective sense to realise this.   It meant he was starting to contribute more, and want to be a more primary player.
Harry looked very grim as he nodded quietly.  Then he looked up – “that’s exactly the point Neville, we aren’t going to release her.   We are going to blackmail her first, but we aren’t going to release her.”  “Well we can’t keep her forever can we, we  -  Neville stopped.   It was dawning on him, and the rest, what Harry had in mind.  “But we’ll all go to Azkaban, or worse!”   Harry nodded again, with a sly smile  “I agree that would not be a good outcome.  But we have to be smart about this.” Hermione raised her eyebrows but managed to remain quiet.   “Firstly,  it is imperative that nobody knows who has captured Umbridge and where she is.    Neville, I’d like you to think through how we will do that part of it, and present a plan back to us all when we next meet.”  Suddenly, Harry was back in charge it seemed, and Neville looked very pleased to be entrusted with this part of the plan.  Even Fred was biding her time, deep in thought.  “Neville, please also work out where we will take Umbridge, and how we will get her there.  Then we are going to show the evidence to Umbridge and hopefully she will give in easily.  But if she doesn’t, we will just have to torture her a bit until she gives in.  I’m pretty certain it won’t take much, she is a coward.  Hermione, your golems should provide a very good way to threaten and torture her.    Can you work on this part of it, what will you have them do to her.  You can make it as fake or as real as you want as far as I am concerned.”  Hermione gulped, but like the rest, her hatred for Umbridge was very powerful, and she realized she would have no remorse for anything they did to Umbridge.   It would stay with her forever, but she was quite prepared for it.   Now, after we get what we want, we are going to release our information to the wizarding world.  We need to do this in a way that does not give us up as the sources.  This bit I am not sure about yet, Luna you may have some ideas on this,   since your father has often been surrounded by political pressure.   I think we need to release the pictronis, the picture, the fact that Umbridge is a squib and has been blackmailing Madame Sellsit to the ministry, the remaining magical press and the school board. Madame Sellsit, I realise this may be very bad for you.    However,   I hope that subsequently you will be exonerated and it will be clear you did not kill the muggles yourself.  But I admit we can't control this, and you may suffer some consequences.”  “I accept the risk,” whispered Madame Sellsit, “if Umbridge is left in power, this cycle will continue.” She held her wand up and said clearly  “I accept the risk, so mote it be.”  The usual shower of sparks recorded her statement as truth.
At this moment, Fred stirred from her position of repose.   The House Elfs will take charge  of the rest of the plan.  That is, the long-term arrangements for Umbridge.  The rest of you need know nothing of what we do with her, or why – and there is a why.”  The others all just looked at Fred, her face grim and angry.   Nobody had anything to say on this matter, if the House Elfs wanted to deal with it, that would be just fine with them all.
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