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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288818 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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A Mile in Your Shoes

Clouds drew across the sun, darkening the skies above Dorset once more. The wind picked up, whipping around the cottages on the outskirts of a village near the ruins of Corfe Castle and raindrops began to fall.
The square-jawed, grey haired witch inhabiting one of those cottages glanced up from the newspaper, hearing the pitter patter of rain again striking the windowpanes as it had the day and night before. She supposed she should be grateful for at least a few hours of morning sun. The dour dowager witch took a sip of tea, adjusted her monocle, and returned her attention to the newspaper.
After she had finished reading the article, Amelia Bones took another sip of tea and scowled again at the revolting pictures on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
It was bad enough that second-class citizenship for muggleborns and slavery had been reintroduced to the wizard world - that had been the reason for Amelia’s resignation-in-protest from the DMLE nearly a decade ago - but to see the Potters’ boy... the Potters’ girl, rather, be subjected to such abuse made her want to throw up.
Amelia hadn’t known the Potters very well, but her brother Edgar had been a member of the Order of the Phoenix and she had met them on several occasions They had sacrificed so much, given their lives in the fight against Voldemort, leaving behind their son... their daughter, an orphan; an orphan who had been responsible not only once, but twice now, for the demise of the “Dark Lord.”
And how had Dumbledore repaid the Potters and their daughter for their sacrifices? By betraying them all and subjecting Harriet Potter to a lifetime of sexual servitude. Amelia couldn’t be happier that Harriet and her little friend had escaped the confines of Hogwarts. It almost made her wish that she were still Head of the DMLE so that she could help them remain free.
Amelia removed her monocle and dabbed her watery eyes with a hanky before screwing it firmly back in place, thinking of her niece Susan. If her recent letter had been any indication, Susan had quite the crush on the two escaped girls, especially Potter’s friend, Granger. Susan had been too ashamed and embarrassed to tell her parents, but it was clear from her letter that she adored Granger, gushing on and on about how kind and sweet and pretty she was.
Well, if Susan liked girls, that was her business, and Amelia coudn’t help feeling a bit special knowing that Susan chose to share her secrets with her auntie. If Amelia’s younger brother Roger gave his daughter any grief when he and his wife eventually found out, Amelia would give him an earful like he’d never heard before.
Once again Amelia found her thoughts drifting towards the current safety of Potter and Granger and began to wonder if there wasn’t something she could do to help after all. Not being the Head of the DMLE anymore, she no longer had a seat on the Wizengamot, but Amelia hadn’t risen through the ranks of the Auror office for being a slouch.
Amelia had been quite the detective, and after taking over the DMLE from Crouch following the war, she’d had some serious doubts about Sirius Black’s presumed guilt. Of course, it hadn’t helped that Black had been caught laughing madly and screaming his head off that he had killed the Potters, but there had been too many things which didn’t quite add up. And now it appeared that she had been right about him.
Her shrewd Auror’s instincts told her that there was more going on behind Black’s escape from Azkaban and the exposure of Pettigrew as the real traitor than perhaps even Dumbledore realised. If Dumbledore had suspected what Amelia herself suspected, Dumbledore might have thought twice about wholeheartedly supporting Black’s full pardon, even though Dumbledore had very little choice in the matter given the resurfacing of Pettigrew.
Amelia had more than a sneaking suspicion that Black had initially escaped Azkaban with the sole intention of rescuing Harriet, and that he may have indeed been involved with her escape from Hogwarts.
Undoubtedly, with his full legal rights restored, Black would take up the mantle of Warlock - the Head of House Black - and in so doing would gain the Black family seat on the Wizengamot. If Black had the girls, he would need to be very careful to keep them hidden so as to not risk everything he had just achieved - and perhaps Amelia could help with that.
~o0o~
Ron Weasley was a bit disappointed that Harriet and Hermione had escaped, but a new pair of Receptacles had already been chosen from among the muggleborn at Hogwarts. Only one was a first year - a Hufflepuff girl; the other was a second year Gryffindor as there weren’t enough muggleborn girls amongst the first years.
Ron wasn’t disappointed at all though to be getting his very own brand new wand. He was tired of getting hand-me-downs from his older brothers. He eagerly stood before the staff-room fireplace as McGonagall chucked another handful of sparkling emerald powder into the hearth. Cheerfully, Ron stepped into the green flames and called out, “Weasley home - the Burrow!”
Moments later, Ron stopped spinning and stepped out into the kitchen. His grin faltered when he saw three red-haired figures glaring at him. One of them - Ron’s father - quickly threw an envelope into the green flames before they flickered out.
“Er... Hi?” said Ron uncertainly. “What’s going on? We’re still going to get me a new wand, aren’t we?”
“Of course dear,” said Mum, her sweet tone belying the dangerous look in her eyes, “most certainly! However, there is something very important we need to discuss with you first, Ronald Bilius Weasley.”
“Oh!” said Ron. He gulped, knowing that he was in serious trouble for something now.
“Er...What was that letter all about?” he asked, hoping to put off the yelling for as long as possible.
“That was a letter for Professor McGonagall explaining that you will be home for the next month,” said Dad grimly. “I asked her to send along your books, and to send us your homework every day.”
“What? Why?” Ron moaned. “What did I do?”
“You were mean and horrible to that Hermione Granger girl!” Ginny suddenly shouted, her angry little face as red as her hair. “You put Scabbers in her vagina!”
“Er... so?” Ron was extremely bewildered now. “What’s the big deal? She’s just a Receptacle!”
“Seriously?” Dad gaped at him in shock. “Is that what you really think - after everything we’ve tried to teach you about muggleborns being wizards just like us? ... after everything we taught you about them being real people too, with real feelings?”
“Well, yeah!” said Ron, growing frustrated. “I know! But Granger is a Receptacle - they’re different - everyone knows that!”
“SO THAT MAKES IT ALRIGHT THEN?” Mum bellowed, her face turning crimson with rage. “DUMBLEDORE THROWS TWO LITTLE GIRLS IN A CAGE AND TAKES OFF THEIR CLOTHES AND YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST IGNORE EVERYTHING WE EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT BEING KIND TO PEOPLE?”
“Everyone else was doing it!” Ron yelled. “Professor Snape said we could put whatever we wanted to in a Receptacle’s vagina! Dumbledore said Scabbers could live in there. He said everyone would like it and think it was funny! ...”
“Did Hermione Granger think it was funny?” Dad asked quietly with a look so cold that Ron froze in his tracks. “Well? ... Did she?”
Ron had never seen his father look so disappointed in him and it felt a thousand times worse than Mum’s yelling, which was really scary but Ron had grown a bit used to her shouting over the years.
“Er, no!” Ron replied in a small squeaky voice, suddenly feeling really dreadful as it began to sink in how awful and terrible the things were that he’d done to Harriet and Hermione. “She cried!”
“And how did your biggest hero, Harry - I mean Harriet... How did she react when you did that to her friend?”
Ron cringed, remembering how he had fucked Harriet when Snape had told him he could. He wished he could just shrivel up and crawl into a hole in the ground.
“Sh-sh-she was r-r-really angry with me,” he answered, staring at the ground wretchedly.
“And that didn’t give you a clue that what you were doing was wrong?”
“N-n-no, not really,” Ron admitted. “I... I just th-thought it was a bit of fun.”
Dad sighed and shook his head; he glanced sadly at Mum - who still looked furious - then turned his attention back to Ron, giving him a hard, stern look.
“Okay Ron! I understand why you thought it was okay and went along with everyone else - I really do! ... But deep down, you knew it was wrong, didn’t you? Tell me the truth!”
Ron didn’t say anything for a few minutes as he continued staring abjectly at the wooden floor, a stray ant which had wandered in from outside catching his eye, his heart thudding in his ears.
He swallowed, thinking about the little voices in the back of his head which sounded like Mum and Dad - thinking about what they had whispered to him while he was raping or molesting Potter and Granger. Ron had ignored those whispers because it had seemed like a lot of fun to him - not just because everyone else was egging him on, though that had certainly made it easier to ignore the voices.
Slowly Ron nodded.
“Yes!” he said meekly. “I... I did know - deep down.”
“I thought so,” said Dad. “Thank you for being honest. But I’m still going to have to punish you - not just for the sake of it - I can see that you actually do feel sorry right now - but to make the lesson stick. ... I don’t doubt that Dumbledore has already chosen two more poor girls to be the new Receptacles, and I don’t want you backsliding when you get back to Hogwarts. Do you understand?’
Ron nodded again. “Y-y-yes! Wh-what are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to give you just a tiny little sample of what it was like for Potter and Granger - and no, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be nearly as cruel as you were to them. But while you are at home with us for the next month, you won’t be allowed to wear any clothes at all...”
Ron’s jaw dropped in horror.
“Ew...gross!” said Ginny, making a retching sound. “That means I’m going to have to see my brother naked every day.”
“I’m sorry sweetie,” sad Dad sympathetically, “If it makes you feel any better, your Mum and I aren’t particularly looking forward to it either.”
“Is... is that all?” Ron asked, trembling slightly, wondering if Dad was going to do something horrible like stick something up his bum.
“No, that’s not all. You will also have to sleep on the kitchen floor at night with no lit fire, and your meals will be restricted to bread and cheese and milk. I’m also tempted to put you in a cage at night - but I expect that wearing a slave-collar like Harriet and the Granger girl had to wear will be sufficient to get the point across.
“You will be doing all your chores as usual, including feeding the chickens and picking apples in the orchard. But instead of degnoming the garden once a week, you’ll hang out with the gnomes for an hour every day. ... I expect they’ll get a good laugh, but I can assure you, it won’t be nearly as embarrassing as having hundreds of your fellow students looking at you naked all the time - but I’m sure that it too will be sufficient to get the point across.”
“Now...” Dad gave him another very serious look. “...Do you believe any of this is unfair?”
Ron thought for a second.
“What about Fred and George and Percy?”
Dad sighed and ran his hands through his thinning hair.
“Okay - spill. What did they get up to?”
“They all made Granger and Potter suck them off,” said Ron. “Though Percy stopped after a couple of weeks because his girlfriend got jealous. Fred peed in their mouths...”
There was a sudden heaving sound, and Ron turned around to see Ginny throwing up on the floor. Tears sprang to Ron’s eyes as he imagined Ginny being treated like a Receptacle. He felt more horrible and disgusted with himself than ever.
“I don’t care what you do to Fred and George and Percy,” Ron said quickly to his father. “I deserve everything you said I have to do. I’m sorry... I’m really, really sorry!”
Dad nodded sadly while Mum vanished the vomit on the floor with her wand.
“Very well - good on you Ron! Your mother and I will be dealing with your brothers sooner or later. Their punishments may be a bit different than yours - I’m not entirely sure that Fred and George would care if we made them parade around naked for a month.”
Ron couldn’t help letting out a miserable little snigger.
“Yeah - you’re probably right about that, Dad. They might not like being transfigured into girls though...”
~o0o~
After drinking her fill at Hermione’s breast Harriet grinned and insisted that Hermione take a turn. Hermione began suckling one of Harriet’s nipples and had been at it a few minutes before she noticed something.
Harriet was squirming slightly, letting out little gasps of delight, reaching between her own thighs to rub at her dampening slit when Hermione spotted it. Hermione frowned in puzzlement even as she continued to slurp down Harriet’s milk, then she traced the jagged red mark between Harriet’s breasts with her forefinger.
Harriet flinched.
“Sorry, Harriet,” said Hermione, releasing Harriet’s nipple from her lips, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No, it’s alright. It’s just... it feels a bit hot and sore, like a burn.” Harriet glanced down between her boobs to see where Hermione had touched her and was intrigued to see the small scar.
“Huh!” she muttered, tracing the outline for herself. It sort of reminded her of the lightning bolt on her forehead, though it wasn’t quite the same shape. “Hermione, d’you reckon...?”
“...that it must be where Voldemort’s killing curse struck you and rebounded last night? Yes,” Hermione agreed, finishing Harriet’s sentence and nodding. “How’s your forehead scar by the way?”
Harriet touched her fingers to her forehead, surprised to find it cool to the touch as it had felt on fire, like a red hot poker piercing her skull when Quirrell had stared at her and unwrapped his turban.
“Huh!” she said again. “It feels alright actually, better than it has for a few months. ... Better than it has in years actually - it didn’t hurt at the Dursleys like it was hurting at Hogwarts, but it was definitely a bit itchy from time to time.”
“I wonder,” said Hermione thoughtfully, biting her lip, “It obviously connected you to Voldemort somehow, and now that he’s dead...”
“...it doesn’t hurt at all anymore,” Harriet continued. “Yeah! But then why does the new one hurt?”
“Probably because it’s a fresh wound,” Hermione answered. “It’s only logical really. And you’re right - it looks like a burn mark more than anything. Once it’s healed a bit - after a few days or a week or so - it probably won’t hurt at all now that he’s gone.”
Hermione peered up at Harriet’s forehead again as a bit of memory from the tumultuous aftermath of the encounter with Voldemort fell into place.
“It is kind of weird that your old scar is completely pain free though,” she said. “It had split open a bit and was bleeding... and some gooey black stuff had come out of it too. I remember wiping it off with my hand and wishing I had a towel, but now it’s completely healed back up.”
“Oh!” Harriet’s eyes widened and she felt a bit alarmed. “Blimey! What d’you think that black stuff was then? D’you think there’s more inside me? What if I’ve got some weird tumour or something?”
“I doubt it,” Hermione replied, shaking her head. “It would probably still be hurting otherwise. If I had to guess, I’d say it must have been what connected you to Voldemort. It could be that after you blew him up when you were a baby a piece of... something... a piece of Voldemort entered you through the freshly broken skin...”
“You mean like some of his blood or something?”
“I’m not sure,” said Hermione. “I’m not even sure it was something physical, really. It’s almost like... like his Dark magic infected your scar.”
“Yeah - okay, that does kind of make sense.” Harriet nodded, looking happy again. “That’s probably why I feel like he’s really gone for good this time. Because he’s not inside me anymore.”
“Maybe we should celebrate,” Harriet added, suddenly grinning.
Hermione beamed at Harriet. The next thing they knew she and Harriet were both snogging madly, rubbing their fronts together. Hands roamed, squeezing each others’ breasts, slipping between each others’ thighs, fingers pinching nipples and probing humid vulvas.
The intensity of their ardour increased. Hermione especially reveled in feeling Harriet’s fingers thrusting deeper and deeper inside her hot, wet sheath, reminded that she no longer had a horrid rat living in her vagina. It felt nice to have Harriet inside her instead.
Suddenly feeling no pressure on her front and a cool breeze instead, Hermione wondered where Harriet had gone, then she felt Harriet’s long hair and head between her parted thighs and Harriet’s tongue delving into her pink vessel instead.
Panting as the intoxicating rush surged through her body, Hermione opened her eyes and looked down to see Harriet busily licking out her pussy while toggling Hermione’s fleshy pearl with one hand and fingering herself with the other.
Senses overwhelmed with pleasure, Hermione shuddered and squealed loudly as the orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave of bliss, flooding Harriet’s face with her dewy nectar.
Harriet lifted her head, her chin dripping with Hermione’s juices, and grinned at Hermione’s passion-wrought features and heaving breasts.
The door of the bedroom flew open with a bang as a very worried looking man burst in, calling out, “Is everything alright in here?”
Everyone paused in shocked silence for a moment as Sirius’s eyes darted back and forth between Harriet’s stunned face between Hermione’s legs and Hermione’s still giddy looking expression.
“I’m so sorry...” he began.
“What’s going on?” asked Remus, coming up behind Sirius, “Oh! Er...” Remus’s eyes widened.
“Yeah - sorta barged in on them,” Sirius mumbled, his face turning scarlet. “I heard someone moaning and thought one of them was hurt.”
Harriet and Hermione both turned a bit pink and quickly pulled blankets and sheets around themselves as they scrambled off the bed. The moment their feet hit the floor the bed-covers disintegrated in a cloud of smoke.
Harriet groaned.
“Well, I guess that answers that question,” Remus sighed, rubbing at his forehead. “I was wondering if the curse would apply to covers or towels or anything which wasn’t specifically made to be clothing.”

“Of course!” Harriet muttered bleakly. “I should’ve known it would...”
“...Midge the chief House-Elf told us that Receptacles were even lower slaves than House-Elves...” Hermione continued.
“...and that we weren’t even allowed to wear anything - not even tea-towels like they did...” Harriet went on.
“...and obviously Snape would think to cover all possibilities,” Hermione concluded with an angry eyeroll.

Sirius and Remus both gaped at the pair of naked young witches, their expressions having nothing to do with the girls’ nudity or catching them in the act of pleasuring each other. Sirius and Remus raised their eyebrows at each other.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“James and Lily all over again,” Remus agreed.
“Er... what?” Harriet was puzzled, wondering what on earth they were on about.
“Your parents,” Sirius explained, “After they had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a while they began finishing each other’s sentences. That’s when Remus and I both knew that Lily was far more than just a fling for James - that they were destined for each other.”
“It’s less common for couples to engage in ‘twin-speak’ than one might think,” said Remus.
Neither Hermione nor Harriet were quite sure what to say to that. Both of them were wondering if they’d even be allowed to get married one day - assuming that they wouldn’t have to stay hidden forever - as they were both girls.
“Anyway, how about a late breakfast?” asked Sirius. “I can see that you’re still not entirely comfortable being naked around the both of us, and I completely understand - if I had to go through the same thing I might never come out of my room. ... I can bring you fresh covers and breakfast in bed if you’d like.”
“Nah, that’s alright,” said Harriet, sighing, “We can eat in the kitchen. I might as well just try getting used to it as soon as possible. I’m feeling loads better than I was last night, anyway.”
Half an hour later Harriet and Hermione had blissful expressions on their faces, not from sex but from having tummies full of bacon and sausages and scrambled eggs and crumpets and orange juice. Harriet grinned at Sirius.
“Thanks! You don’t know how good it feels to eat real breakfast again.”
“Actually, I do!” Sirius retorted, smiling back at Harriet. “I was in prison until very recently after all.”
“Oh!” said Harriet. “So when McGonagall was talking about you being a free man and being pardoned...?”
“She was referring to the fact that I had been in prison - in Azkaban - for supposedly being the traitor who was responsible for your parents’ murder and the murders of a dozen muggles. I’ve been in prison for ten years for the crimes that Peter Pettigrew committed. I broke out to rescue you from Hogwarts.”
“That’s terrible!” said Harriet, and she meant it. She suddenly felt a powerful connection with Sirius.
Harriet was bowled over by the fact that they both had something in common. She too had been a prisoner - not just at Hogwarts, but for ten long years at the Dursleys; and she too had felt the bitter sting of the loss of her parents, depite having never really known them.
The warm feeling towards Sirius grew stronger, the knowledge that he was her godfather seeming more real now. Thinking how much he had risked just for her, Harriet felt a profound surge of gratitude and wished she could do something for Sirius to show him how she felt.
“Erm, saying thanks for coming to rescue me and looking after me seems a bit - not enough really.” Harriet peered at Sirius earnestly. “If you want, I could, er... suck you off whenever you’d like.”
Hermione stiffened and gave Harriet an anxious look; this was exactly what Hermione had been afraid might happen. But to Hermione’s satisfaction Sirius and Remus both looked utterly horrified at Harriet’s offer.
“I’m sorry Harriet,” said Sirius sadly. “I couldn’t possibly accept, even knowing how much you probably think that’s a great way to thank me. To begin with, I came to rescue you because I’m your godfather - thanks doesn’t even come into it - it’s my duty to your parents to look after you.
“And secondly, I’m an adult and you’re still just a kid, even if you think you’re not anymore. It would be totally wrong for me to take advantage of you.”
“And thirdly,” Remus chimed in gently, “offering sexual favours isn’t really the best way to thank people just because they showed you a bit of kindness. That sort of thing should be reserved for people you really love - like Hermione.”
“Oh!”
Harriet felt a bit bewildered. She hadn’t been particularly keen on the idea of sucking yet another penis anyway, but she had thought everyone would like a bit of sex as a reward - especially guys - and she would have done it willingly for Sirius.
“Thank you for saying that,” said Hermione quietly, shooting Sirius and Remus an exceedingly grateful look as she took Harriet’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. “I think we just got a bit too used to being, er... used.”
“That’s not very surprising unfortunately,” said Remus, smiling wanly at the pair of them. “But neither of you should ever have to feel that way again. We’re family, and we’ll do the best we can to give you as normal of a life as possible - despite your enforced nudity. We’re going to figure out a way around this somehow so you don’t have to be stuck in here forever...”
A great flapping of wings distracted everyone; Harriet was surprised to see a certain Snowy Owl lighting on the kitchen table bearing a newspaper.
“Hedwig!” Harriet squeaked, beaming as she lurched forward to give her owl a hug. “I haven’t seen you in ages. How did you get here so quickly?”
“McGonagall,” said Sirius, beaming at Harriet. “She sent Hedwig along earlier this morning with a spell that’s a bit like Apparating. Usually it’s used for transporting heavy luggage and large things and such over long distances. She sent something else along which you no doubt missed - your Nimbus Two Thousand. ... And I hope you don’t mind, I sent your owl out a little while ago to find a wizarding newspaper stand which wasn’t in Diagon Alley.”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Harriet, who was just thrilled to see her owl again.
Remus lifted the Daily Prophet from the table. He glowered at the photos and then began reading the article. His eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Well, that was quick off the mark!”
“What is it?” asked Sirius.
“It would appear that you are about to be officially pardoned, Sirius...”
AN:
@ ClaireR89: Your wish is my command. Well... not quite yet, but at least you're getting an outline of Ron's punishment. Sorry - no topping, or anything else too extreme. I'm trying to maintain some semblance of canon characterisations! Lol! :D
As I mentioned in response to another reader, that's not really how most magic works in Potterverse. Most spells aren't connected to the wizard after they have been cast.
Receptacles from years past are housed in cells in the dungeons, and service staff members on demand, sometimes being used for other purposes, such as servicing House-Elves to keep them happy, being used by Sprout and Kettleburn as incubators for certain magical creatures and plants which might require human hosts for the propagation of their species etc...
@ Petunia-D: In terms of punishments, this chapter should give you a taste of things to come. Lol! ... :D
And it should also give you more of a sense of Ginny's feelings too. She's more likely to admonish her brothers than ask them questions, and she knows Harriet and Hermione were being treated really badly and she's clearly disgusted. But she's also a bit confused by her own burgeoning sexual reactions to some of the sexual things pictured in the newspaper.
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