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Topsyturvy	By : AquamarieneStardust Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 92984 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
Disclaimer: I own nothing but what I created (story line, plot, differences from origanal and Aphrodite) J.K. Roweling owns Harry Potter world I make no prophet I just play in it

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AN: Real quick before you start READ THIS!!! IMPORTANT!! If you don't like rape don't read the Hermione POV
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Dumbledore’s POV
Sotronger. I grow stronger every day. I can feel my magic returning to me slowly, all I have to do is give a bit of blood as a sacrifice to my “master”. The blackened hand pains me, but I always give the blood sacrifice from there so the other doesn’t die as well.
“That little bitch. Who does she think she is? I’ll show her when I get out of here.”
“Yes Albus, fuel your rage.” The rough voice whispers from behind me. My “master” comes to me often during the day, to watch, or speak to me, or even to help channel my most powerful of emotions.
“I won’t kill her right off. No she’s caused me too much pain, and brought me too much trouble for that. If I were to just kill her it would be a reward to her and I can’t have that. I’ll start by torturing her, then when she’s too weak to fight me I’ll torture her further.”
“How?” the Damon asks, I feel him lay an icy long fingered hand onto my shoulder.
“I will force her to watch as I torture, rape, and murder her mates. And if she has any children I shall rape them as well. They will be spared though, and she will die knowing that her children, the family she has always longed for, will be my sexual slaves until I grow tired of them, or they get too old for me, and I kill them slowly. By that time maybe her children will have had children I can use for my pleasure as well.”
“And the rest of her family?”
“I miss her cousin Corbin. He was my favorite fuck. And I suppose that the dog and his mate will have found a way to have a child together by now. Black is the dominate in that relationship and I only took his mate’s womb from him. No self-respecting dom will bottom to his mate, ever. I’ll take their child or children as well to have for my pleasure.”
“I do enjoy the way you think Dumbledore. I cannot wait to witness these things. Will you share your bounty with your master?”
“For the gift of the return of my magic and the desolation of that wretched girl, as well as keeping the Other out of this realm, and possibly killing all of them off in their realm, I will give you anything you as of me master.”
“Very good. I like to hear that, and I am glad to see you know your place.” I turn and nod to him and am met a moment later by the sting of the electrified whip to my back.
“Who are you talking to old man?” the goblin sneers at me.
“No one. Only myself.” Three more lashes from the whip to my ancient flesh.
“Back to work! No more speaking.” He demands turning half away to leave.
“As you with sir.”
“I said no more talking!” The small ugly man brings the whip down on me fifteen more times leaving me a bloody pile of ground meat on the floor, in pain and embarrassed because I released my bowels and bladder under the onslaught of pain. Soon Aphrodite Potter, I will get you for this soon. And you will pay with your life, and the lives of your mates, as well as the lives of your family and the supple virgin bodies of all the children you hold dear.
Molly Weasley’s POV
“Arthur dear, how much more do we owe back to the goblins?” I as my husband as I control the spells on the kitchenware whilst it makes dinner, as well as the ones on the sewing and knitting for the things I sell to help out. I have also recently started selling baking to the villagers in the towns surrounding us.
“Quite a bit my darling. But we are managing the payments no problem now, thanks to the extra baking you are selling for the holidays. As well as the blankets, jumpers, socks, mittens, and scarves you make as well to sell.”
“How much longer do you suppose we’ll be in debt to the Potter brat?”
“Molly! We are blessed that Miss Potter didn’t toss us all out into the cold and take our home and possessions, or worse, have us put into the mines. I hear that’s where she had Professor Dumbledore taken.” I gasp in disbelief.
“OH! That poor man! I had no idea. That is no place for a man his age to be! And what if he gets ill?”
“I really don’t think she much cares. He took way more money from her than just what he gave to us.”
“But still. After all the good he did for her and not to mention all the good he’s done for the rest of our world. I can’t believe she would lock him down there in that terrible place at his age especially.”
“Molly, he stole from her, and manipulated her. He cursed her to look like her dead brother and if the rumars are to be believed in the Profit he killed her family in the first place. That man is a horrible person, and a lier.”
“After all he’s done for us! Arthur, I can’t believe you would say such things about him!”
“After all he’s done? Molly! He stole from Aphrodite! He paid you to take care of her, he endangered our two youngest children. Because of him YOU cursed our daughter to love the boy even though she is a creature with mates her own, and because of that she had herself blood adopted into the Potter family, she isn’t even our daughter any longer. HE is the reason we are in the situation we are in and if it wasn’t for YOU accepting the Potter girl’s money from him, or money at all to care for her, we wouldn’t be spending just about every knut we earn on paying her back with interest. We don’t even know where Ronald is because of him! This is your entire fault and if you want to stick up for the man that is the reason for it I’ll let you. I will not be a part of it though. This is your mess Molly. I’m leaving, you clean it up.”
“You can’t be serious. Where will you go?”
“My father. He’ll take me back no problems.”
“You can’t. He said you weren’t welcome back unless you annul our marriage and renounce all or children but the one he chooses to be your heir.”
“The solicitor will be by with the papers for you to sign, and you had better sign them Molly. Fred and George will take Aphrodite’s name Genevra has already been adopted by the Potter line. Ronald is lost to us I’m sure, but he will become a Pruitt as he is not eligible to be the heir to the honorable and most noble house of Weasley because he too money from the Potter account as well. Charley is gay so he’ll take his husbands name if he ever marries, if not I’m sure he would be welcomed by my father with open arms. William will be made the heir I’m certain of it. As for Percival, he will be made a Pruitt as well.”
“You’re joking!” I cry tears running down my face at my husband’s hurtful words.
“No Molly, I’m not. I never knew where you got the money from, and had I, especially if I had known WHY you had gotten it, I would NEVER have allowed you to accept it. You lied to me and told me you earned it, and I never said a word because it helped to provide for our family, but you are no family of mine Molly Pruitt.” He draws his wand and waves it and a moment later all of his personal possessions and the things he brought to our marriage in the wedding are shrank and put into a small velvet bag.
“Please Arthur, don’t leave me my love.” I beg throwing myself at him sobbing now. He pushes me away harshly a look of disgust on his kind face, now contorted with rage, before throwing me hard to the stone floor my head bouncing against the edge of the fire place.
“No. You are not the woman I fell in love with. Or maybe you are the woman, and just lost your ability to hide your true nature from me any longer. I will go to the goblins in the morning and speak to them under veritucerum. You have made your bed Ms. Pruitt, sleep in it.” And with that he turned and walked out the door leaving me sobbing on the floor where he threw me, like garbage. And tomorrow is Christmas too…
Hermione Granger’s POV
“Hermione, darling, go to bed. It’s Christmas in the morning.” Mum says coming into my room where I am studying fervently.
“I can’t mum. I have to study.”
“It’s Christmas Holliday’s darling. It can wait until after Christmas has gone.”
“NO! It’s can’t mum.” I look up at her, I know I look deranged, I can’t help it.
“Well why ever not Hermione?”
“Because mum, because of the new curriculum at Hogwarts and all the new students, and the new harsher grading scale, I’ve fallen behind! I’m no longer first in my class of seventy-five but one hundred and thirtieth in my class of three hundred!”
“I don’t see the problem dear. That is still a great ranking considering how many more students there are in your class this year.”
“No mum it’s NOT! I have to be the best! And if I can’t prove I can hack it, I’ll be send off from Hogwarts to some SUB par magic school elsewhere. I can’t have that because that will make her and all the other idiots at the school right, that a muggle born can’t do it at Hogwarts because they aren’t magically strong enough.”
“Who thinks this dear?”
“Aphrodite Potter!”
“Harry’s relative?”
“No. She USED to be Harry, thanks to some extraordinary spell work by Dumbledore, but somehow she broke the spells and became a girl again. She was meant to be a boy!”
“Heermione, if someone is meant to be a boy they are born a boy and the same goes for if someone was meant to be a girl. God made us all perfectly the way he intended us to be.”
“Whatever mum. Just go, I need to study.” I say returning to my books.
“I think you’ve had enough young lady.” Mum leans over my bed and takes my books and walks out me hot on her heels trying to get them back. “Do as you are told and GO TO BED!”
“I will NOT! Give me my books!” I reach around her grabbing at them pushing her as well and she loses grip on them dropping them from her arms. She then trips over them and hits her head on the small phone stand in the hall.
“That is it young lady. Able come deal with Hermione. She is disobeying and has just caused me to hit my head. I need a drink and she needs to go to bed.” Father comes out of the living room downstairs and looks up at us.
“Alright Jacki. You come on down here I’ll take care of Hermione.” Father walks up the stairs and presses a kiss to mum’s injury before gathering my books and locking them him their room. I dare not try to get them from him, my punishment will be bad enough. Mum smiles and goes down to the bar in the lounge on the opposite end of the house from my room on the top floor. She’ll be there a while. “Go to your room and wait for me Hermione.”
“Yes Father.” I walk to my room and clean the parchment off my bed and place my wand on my dresser. Father comes in a moment later with a black bag in hand. I gulp. He’s really angry if he brought the bag he’s always threatened me with, never has he brought it in to punish me before, but it was always a threat that I really wouldn’t like what is in there. He sets it on the floor and closes and locks my door.
“What have I told you about dissobeing Hermione?”
“That if I do I get punished in any way you see fit.”
“Yes. Now tell me your grades.” I look at him wide eyed and gulp once more.
“One exceeds expectations mostly acceptables and a couple poors. The new grading scale is tough and I just can’t seem to beat the rest of my class.”
“I see. You know the rools Hermione.”
“Nothing below and E only O’s are acceptable.” I recite eyes lowered. “I’m sorry father.”
“Not yet you aren’t. Now, your punishment.” I gulp and look up at him slightly not sure what it will be this time. “I think that for your disobedients a spanking is in order.” He undoes his leather belt and pulls it from the loops of his pants. “Strip down Hermione.”
“Yes father.” I quickly do as I’m told and strip out of all of my clothes. When I am standing as naked as the day I was born in front of my father he sits on the chair in the corner of my room and beckons me over to him. I walk to him quickly not wanting this to be worse than it has to be and he bends me over his lap.
“This will hurt me more than it will hurt you.” He says softly to me. I doubt that you bastard. I think just before the first lash of the belt hits my arse stinging and making me cry out. He continues to his my arse and thighs with the belt until I’m crying and the heat coming off my skins is starting to warm the room. “Now then,” he says standing me up. “Your punishment for your grades.” He goes to his bag and opens it digging in it a moment before turning back to me something behind his back.
“What will it be Father?”
“Noting you’ve never done before.” He says walking towards me his hands still behind his back. I move back and he keeps coming forward, the look in his eyes worrying me. It’s something I’ve never seen there before. “You’ve grown into a beautiful young lady Hermione.” I’m scarred now and back up faster and hit my bed sprawling onto it. An instant later father is on top of me wrestling my hands to the bed posts and restraining me with what feels like hand cuffs.
“What are you doing!?” I cry pulling on the restraints around my wrists.
“What I’ve always wanted to do, ever since I first laid eyes on you after you were born.” He takes hold of one ankle and attaches a cuff to it as well as I try to kick him away. He gets the other cuff around the post at the foot of my bed and does the other so I’m laying spread eagle on my puffy pink queen size bed for my father to see. He quickly removes his clothes and I see his raging hard on, the first I’ve ever seen in my life, spring free. He crawls on to my bed and places my two pillows under my hips to raise me up higher.
“Father please! Don’t!”
“I’m going to Hermione. You can’t stop this.”
“What about mum? She’ll be crushed.”
“No she won’t. I raped her to get you and she hasn’t let me touch her since unless I rape her. She’s too drunk to care Hermione.” I start to cry. There is nothing I can do now. My father is about to take my virginity and my mum won’t care. He runs his hand up my arm and presses on the hard implant that is the birth control he insisted I get because it last three years. Now I know why. “Good still there. Does it work?” I nod.
“Yes father it works.” He runs his hands roughly over my body a lecherous smile on his face. He grabs my breasts harshly and squeezes hurting me. I scream out as he leaves bruises all over my poor mounds.
“Good. I’ve dreamt of this for years.” He positions himself and slams into me, I scream as my innocence is ripped away without so much as a drop of lubrication, his eyes roll up in the back of his hear in pleasure and I thrash around screaming and sobbing. “A virgin then Hermione? You saved your virginity for your own father. How thoughtful of you.” He looks down at me and kisses me roughly slamming in and out of my bleeding vagina over and over again. I try to fight him but he enjoys that it seems because he is cumming inside of me after a little while and pulling out. He cock is covered in my blood and his release.
“I’m sorry father. I’ll do better in school. I promise!”
“Yes you will. And I’m going to make sure you remember that promise young lady.” He says stroking himself hard once more. He grips my hips and lifts me up a little higher this time and I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my still heated arse.
“No. Please! Not that!” I beg him and he doesn’t listen she just laughs and finds my puckered hole before pressing in without lube or preparation. I feel as if I’m being split in half, it hurts so much I almost pass out but my father sees this and smacks me to keep me awake. Once he is inside my arse hole completely his sack resting on the hot cheeks of my arse he pulls out and slams back it. I feel a tearing in my arse hole and I see stars. He keeps doing this and after a bit his cock slides in and out easier, probably because of the blood. It doesn’t take long and he’s cumming in my arse hard. The cum stings where my insides are torn open and I pass out completely unconscious, but before I do I look at the clock and see it has just turned to midnight. Huh. Happy Christmas to me.
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