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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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The Seeds of Rebellion

Even after a few days of it, sucking penises and swallowing sperm was still the grossest thing imaginable to Sophie - well, that and drinking pee. The only good thing today at breakfast was that she was sucking the penises of Ravenclaw boys.
Taking Roger Davies’ willy in her mouth was still miserable, but at least he wasn’t roughly grasping her head and yanking her hair and shoving his penis down her throat. It was ghastly gulping down his sperm as it filled her mouth, but it was preferable to being banged about and having her throat fucked painfully.
Sophie had no idea why the Ravenclaw boys weren’t as mean as the others - not until later that day after classes had let out did she have an inkling. As she had the past couple of days, she and Katie Bell had attended lessons, naked, to be groped and laughed at, today with the fifth year students. And finally, that part of the day was done and they were returned to their cage in the Great Hall, shackled and chained once more.
A number of students were milling about, ostensibly doing homework or just chatting and playing games. But as usual, their eyes were glued to Sophie and Katie while the pair of dejected captives made use of their litter box, and then peed in their bucket, from which they then drank - having no other means of quenching their thirst.
Though the students had grown accustomed to the display of Harriet Potter and Hermione Granger, watching two new Receptacles undergo the same degradations had refreshed the interests of many.
Sophie and Katie were then compelled to squash their fronts against the bars of the cage to have their vaginas fingered while their breasts were milked. The only thing positive about that was that usually students would use cleaning spells on them.
There were only a few dozen students in the Great Hall that afternoon, and nearly all had eventually tired of humiliating Sophie and Katie. But seeing the next pair of students approaching the cage was even more hurtful to Sophie than the others. She endured Susan’s and Hannah’s fondling fingers in tearful silence, unable to bring herself to say anything.
Sophie was surprised when Susan leaned in closely while squeezing her breasts and whispered, “Hannah and I talked to Lavender and Parvati the other day. We’re going to have a meeting with a load of Ravenclaw girls in the woods in a few minutes - we’re going to try and come up with a way to stop all this.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to do much to end things, but hopefully we can all work out a way to help you two escape like Harriet and Hermione did. ... I know they’ll just find two more girls to be Receptacles, but if we can manage it, we’ll help them escape too - and then maybe Dumbledore will give up.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Sophie murmured back, her eyes widening. “Do you really think you can get us out of here? ... I mean, Harriet and Hermione only escaped because of Harriet’s accidental magic.”
“We’ll have a load of Ravenclaw girls working on it,” Susan hissed. “You know how brilliant that lot are supposed to be - I’m sure they can come up with something. ... Okay, Hannah and I have to go now. Oh, er... I’m sorry for feeling you up, but it’s the only way I can talk to you without making anyone suspicious.”
“Thank you,” Sophie whispered, more tears falling as emotion welled up inside. “Thanks loads! Even if you don’t figure anything out, at least Katie and I know that someone cares.”
“Of course we care,” Hannah murmured. “You’re our friend, Sophie, and Parvati and Lavender are Katie’s friends. They were already planning on meeting with the Ravenclaws to begin with - we’ll work it out - I’m sure of it.”
When Susan and Hannah had gone, Sophie and Katie returned to the rear of their cage. Sophie leaned up against Katie, resting her elbow and head on the older girl’s shoulder, feeling a surge of hope and gratefulness for having friends like Susan and Hannah, and a deep swell of affection for Katie, whom she was growing more and more attached to by the day.
A few minutes later, Sophie’s hopes were severely shaken when several Slytherin boys who had been lounging at their table rose to their feet and swaggered over to the cage. They halted and leered at Sophie and Katie, staring between their spread legs at their bare pussies.
“Which one you gonna do, Draco?” asked Crabbe, leering.
“Hmm...” Malfoy drawled, eyeing the girls pensively. “I should do Bell just for being on the Gryffindor quidditch team, but she looks like too much of a slut for me. I think I’ll do the little cunt - she looks like she needs the experience more than Bell.”
Sophie’s face burned with shame.
“Piss off, Malfoy!” Katie snarled, her face just as scarlet as the younger girl’s. “Leave her alone!”
“Now, now!” said Malfoy, “Don’t be rude, Bell. I know you want my cock up your arse - You’ll get your turn soon enough.”
“What’re you going to do, stick your dick through the bars?”
Malfoy’s face broke into an evil grin. “Actually, no. Professor Slughorn got special permission from Dumbledore for me to use one of you before Friday. A House-Elf is going to bring one of you out of the cage - the ex-Hufflepuff to be precise.
Sophie’s face fell, paling in horror. “Wh-what? Y-you mean... right now?”
Malfoy smirked nastily.
“Midge,” he called out. There was a popping sound and the chief “Zookeeper” of the Receptacles appeared.
“Has Master Malfoy chosen, sir?” squeaked Midge.
“Yeah - I want that one.” Malfoy raised a finger and pointed at Sophie. “And I like it better when they’re hand-cuffed behind the back - the Receptacle has too much freedom.”
“As you wish, Master Malfoy.”
Midge snapped his fingers; Sophie felt a brief sensation of vertigo as her view and spatial orientation suddenly shifted and she shrieked.
One moment Sophie was in the cage, her bum on the cold marble floor, her back against the steel bars, her wrists shackled to the iron chain dangling from the bars across the top; the next she was more or less standing, her legs still widely spread by the spreader bar, bent over at the waist at a sharp ninety degree angle, hands cuffed tightly behind her back, and an oak pillory clasping her neck.
Sophie gasped for air, choking slightly as her throat pressed against the wooden ridge of neck-hole which was her only means of support, bent over as she was.
“No,” she whimpered, trembling when she heard Malfoy unzipping his trousers. “No, please - don’t”
“Shut up!” snapped Malfoy, slapping her bottom loudly several times. “You can make any noise you like while I fuck you, but pets don’t talk.”
Compelled by the collar as she was, Sophie could only squeak in response, her bottom stinging. She grimaced and grit her teeth when she felt the knob of Malfoy’s penis pressing against her vulva, bracing herself for pain; having had his willy down her throat Sophie knew that he was almost as big as Hagrid, probably magically enhanced.
Malfoy rubbed his fleshy tip along Sophie’s slit, causing her to flinch and bite her lower lip, then he took his fingers and pulled apart her labia, revealing pink, glistening inner-folds and a tiny little entrance.
“Blimey, Draco!” said Crabbe. “You’ll never fit that in its hole.”
“Hagrid did,” Malfoy retorted as Sophie’s face blazed with humiliation. “Just watch me! I’ll show you how it’s done!”
Sophie felt the head of Malfoy’s penis pressing against her tiny little entrance and his hands grasping her hips. Then she heard a scream and realised it was coming from her own mouth when what felt like the biggest salami stick she had ever seen penetrating her, brutally driving deeply into her slender little channel.
Tears dripped from Sophie’s fiery cheeks and she felt her belly bulging when Malfoy had his mammoth sized-penis buried to its roots in her painfully stretched vagina. There were cheers and few claps from Crabbe, Goyle, and the few students who were still hanging out in the Great Hall.
Malfoy began thrusting, drawing fresh sobs and shrieks from Sophie’s mouth, her breasts bobbing back and forth. He jabbed into Sophie’s depths relentlessly, her pussy lips clinging tightly to his shaft as his cock plundered her vessel.
“Like that, do you?” Malfoy gloated at her moans and squeals, pumping his penis into her with ever more ferocity, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her up as her knees buckled. “Soon enough you’ll be just as slutty as Granger and Potter.”
The assault seemed to go on and on; Sophie tried her best to block it out with thoughts of eventual escape as sweat and tears trickled down her cheeks.
Finally, Malfoy stiffened and grunted, his penis spasming, erupting, spurts of boiling semen flooding Sophie’s womb. Breathing heavily from exertion, he held her in place for several minutes while his cock continued to pulse and squirt.
Sophie’s attempts to continue shutting out what Malfoy was doing to her failed utterly; all she could think about now was his torrent of sperm swimming around inside her.
When it seemed to be over, Malfoy let out a satisfied, “Aaaaaah!” and withdrew his deflating member from Sophie’s raw, throbbing sheath with a wet, sucking, slurpy sound. He let go of her hips and a long ribbon of spunk oozed from her burning entrance.
“You were right about it being a bit too small, Crabbe,” said Malfoy magnanimously. “It was a real tight fit and I was a bit worried at first that I might not get it all in the bitch.”
Sophie was too relieved that it was finished to pay any attention to Malfoy’s attempts to verbally degrade her some more.
Just as her wobbly knees gave out and collapsed under her, the wave of vertigo hit her again and Sophie was back in the cage with Katie, her collar shackled to the chain hanging from bars above, legs splayed apart by the spreader bar, hands still cuffed behind her back. Still crying, letting out little sobs, she slumped miserably against Katie.
Malfoy grinned down at Sophie through the steel shafts separating them. “I’m feeling generous, Receptacle - I’m not sure if you really deserve it, but I’ve got another present for you - for your cunt, really - You’ll love it! ... I’m sure you’re dying to know what it is, but you’ll just have to wait until Halloween...”
A hissing and splashing sound caught everyone’s attention; Goyle was aiming a stream of hot urine into Katie and Sophie’s bucket.
“Jus’ thought she might be a bit thirsty after that,” said Goyle thickly, “Didn’t want her or the other one to run out.”
“Very kind of you, Goyle,” said Malfoy, his expression smug. “Care to make a contribution too, Crabbe?”
“Huh? Oh... er, yeah, of course!”
Crabbe whipped out his willy and peed into the tin pail as well, he and Goyle sniggering until they had finished while Katie glared daggers at them.
When the three young Slytherins were gone, Katie sighed and clumsily shifted around, chains jangling, until she could lean over and reach Sophie’s inner thighs. Sophie didn’t even question it when Katie began to lick up the sperm pooling on the marble floor and still oozing from her sore vagina; cleaning each other was what they were supposed to do.
Sophie closed her eyes so she didn’t have to see the other students left in the Great Hall watching them as Katie’s tongue gingerly probed her delicate petals and slipped inside her flinching entrance; she listened as Katie slurped, sucking out as much semen from inside her as she could. She cried a bit more quietly, feeling a bit less awful as Katie’s tongue soothed her body and soul.
~o0o~
Katie Bell finished the rather disgusting task of cleaning up after that horrible first year Slytherin and doing what she could to make the younger girl feel a bit better. Even without the collar to compel her to follow their standing orders to lick each other clean, Katie would have still done so for Sophie, and she still wasn’t entirely sure why.
Maybe it was because she was a Gryffindor and would do anything to help any vulnerable person in need. Or maybe because she was heartbroken for Sophie, who was entirely new to the wizard world, young, innocent, fragile; Katie had had over a year to get used to the horrid ways of the wizard world and kiss her old life good-bye after all. Or maybe there was a bit more - something else about Sophie...
Whatever it was, something about the younger girl stirred feelings in Katie which made her want to protect Sophie and do whatever it took to make her feel good. Katie manoeuvred back into her original position and cuddled up against Sophie, cradling the younger girl’s head between her elbow and the crook of her shoulder.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, “They’re gone for now.”
Sophie nodded. Silence passed between them for a few more minutes, broken only by the ebbing sobs which eventually gave way to hiccups and sniffling.
“You’re a second year, right?” Sophie asked Katie when she felt better enough to talk. “You’ve been at Hogwarts for a whole year already - you know more about magic and this school than me. ... Do you think they can do it? Do you really think they can get us out of here?”
Katie gave Sophie a reassuring kiss on the top of her head. “If a load of Ravenclaw girls are on the job, then I don’t doubt it for even a minute - I know they’ll figure it out.”
Sophie let out a little sigh.
“You’ll stay with me, Katie, won’t you - when we escape? I... I...” Sophie hesitated, almost as if she were afraid to say something that had just popped into her head. “...I don’t think I can manage without you,” she concluded.
“Of course I will,” said Katie, giving Sophie another kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll never leave you - I promise!”
~o0o~
Susan Bones felt a bit teary as she and Hannah headed out through the front doors of the castle. The sky was grey and getting darker by the minute as sunset approached, and a bitter chill was in the air, but at least it wasn’t raining or sleeting today.
When they arrived in the clearing in the woods on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Susan and Hannah were both surprised to see not only about ten Ravenclaw girls with Lavender and Parvati - which had been expected, but also two members of the Gryffindor quidditch team - Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet - and even more startling was the presence of Hagrid.
“Er... What’s going on?” Susan squeaked anxiously, wondering if Hagrid was about to turn everyone in.
“It’s okay,” said Parvati quickly. “Hagrid’s with us - he’s on our side - he’s going to keep an eye out to make sure no other teachers catch us.”
“Really?” said Hannah, giving Hagrid an extremely dubious look.
“But he hurt Sophie!” said Susan, feeling a bit bewildered and angry now. “And he hurt Harriet and Hermione weeks ago too...”
“We know,” Lavender began, “But it’s not like you think...”
“‘S alright Lavender,” Hagrid sighed, “I’d best try ter explain meself.”
“Okay,” he began, looking directly at Susan, “you’re Susan aren’tcha? Susan Bones?”
“Yes!” said Susan fiercely, jutting her jaw and fixing Hagrid with a glare.
“Righ’ then,” Hagrid nodded, “Knew yer Uncle Edgar I did - back in the days before the end o’ the last war. Good bloke! ... Anyway, look, I’m sorry ‘bout what I did ter your friend. I wouldn’a done it if it weren’ for the fact that Umbridge was abou’ ter set Fluffy on yer friend Sophie instead. ... You remember Fluffy don’ yeh?...”
“Wh-what?” Susan paled, her jaw dropping in horror. “Th-that three headed dog thing? The one that... that...” She couldn’t quite bring herself to say it.
“Yeah,” said Hagrid darkly, “the one that had it’s way with Hermione Granger. Umbridge told me it was either gonna be me or Fluffy - an’ I reckoned I was the least bad o’ two bad options...”
“But why?” Susan demanded, still trying to make sense of things. “I mean why didn’t you do something to that Umbridge - or to Dumbledore? Why didn’t you try to stop things? You’ve got magic, don’t you?”
“Not much, ter tell yeh the truth,” Hagrid muttered. “In any case, tha’s not the important bit. ... I’m guessin’ yer parents didn’ tell yeh too much ‘bout how things work then - ‘bout the Ministry an’ such - why things are the way they are - with Receptacles an’ stuff.”
Susan shook her head. “All I know is that my Auntie Amelia stopped working for the Ministry because she didn’t like it anymore. That’s what she and my mum and dad told me.”
Hagrid sighed again. “S’pose they thought yeh’d be too young to unnerstand. ... A’right, I’m not goin’ ter explain everything, one o’ yer friends or the Ravenclaws c’n fill yeh in a bit later. But it’s like this, see, Dumbledore an’ Lucius Malfoy, they’re pretty much in charge of everything - the whole country. ... Well, them an’ that Umbridge woman, and the Minister.
“I dunno how much say Fudge has about anything, but all yeh really need t’know is that I couldn’ do anything ‘bout things or try an’ stop them by myself if I tried. I’d be arrested an’ thrown in Azkaban - and anyone else who tried ter stop things’d be chucked in Azkaban too fer that matter. Yeh unnerstand?”
“Oh!” said Susan, still feeling very perplexed; the grown-up world seemed so complicated and horrible and she wished her parents and Auntie Amelia had told her about things before she had come to Hogwarts.
Then she nodded slowly. “Okay, I think I understand. You really weren’t trying to be mean to Sophie - you just didn't want that monster dog to hurt Sophie even worse - and you couldn’t stop Umbridge or Dumbledore or that big fat man who was being horrible to Katie Bell because they would arrest you, and there aren’t enough other grown-up wizards who want to stop them.”
“Tha’s abou’ the size o’ things,” Hagrid agreed. “Anyway, tha’s why I’m here - ter at least do my bit in secret ter help you lot while yeh figure out how ter help yer friends escape. An’ I c’n help ‘em get rid o’ the Trace too, ter stop the Ministry from findin’ them once yeh get ‘em out.”
“Thank you,” said Susan, “I’m sorry I got cross with you, Hagrid.”
“Don’ be,” sighed Hagrid. “I’ve bin a part o’ things fer too long meself. Anyway, now yer all here, I’ll be off ter keep watch an’ let yeh all get on with things.”
Hagrid lumbered off, crashing through the underbrush and Susan peered at everyone hopefully. Parvati ushered a tall Ravenclaw girl and a girl who looked just like Parvati herself forward.
“Susan, this is Penelope Clearwater and my sister Padma. They’re the ones I told you about the other day - the ones who had some ideas about how to break into the cage to help Harriet and Hermione escape.”
“But there are whole load of new charms on the cage now,” Penelope huffed. “I checked when nobody was paying attention to me after classes yesterday. We’ll have to start from scratch, but at least there are more of us to work on it now.”
“And we’re all going to train how to fight too,” said Parvati. “Lavender and I were training with Harriet and Hermione a bit at lunch-times and we both thought we should all learn fighting spells - as many of us girls as we can trust to join us. ... If the good grown-ups can’t fight back against the bad ones without getting arrested, we’ll just have to do it ourselves.”
A surge of excitement shot through Susan like a lightning bolt.
“That’s brilliant!” she squealed, her long red braids flailing as she bounced up and down on her toes. “When are we going to start?”
~o0o~
Harriet and Hermione were eager to help Sirius and Remus try to get a bit more of the house cleaned up in preparation for the eventuality that the Tonks’s would accept the invitation to spend Halloween at Number Twelve instead, but they wouldn’t hear of it.
“That’s quite alright,” said Sirius. “With Kreacher’s help, we’ll be just fine...”
“Are you sure?” said Harriet, feeling she ought to do something to help.
“Believe me, a lot of this is nasty, even dangerous work,” Remus chimed in. “If we could get you in some protective gear that would be one thing, but under the circumstances, it would be irresponsible of us to let you near any of the filthier parts of the house.”
Nonetheless, Harriet and Hermione were allowed to watch with utter fascination while Remus and Sirius put on thick curse-protection gloves and cleared out a downstairs sitting room with black painted walls.
The “altar room,” as Sirius called it, was full of creepy items like human skulls and animal skeletons, bloodstained silver daggers and bowls, half-melted candles made out of some sort of ghastly smelling wax, a lamp made out of a human femur with a shade which looked disturbingly as if it had been made out of human skin, vials of stuff which looked like congealed blood, and numerous gold, silver, and crystal artifacts which Sirius assured them were full of Dark Magic.
They had no doubt it was true. The entire room had a very palpable aura of evil, but they were unable to look away. As interestingly horrifying as most of the room was though, Harriet and Hermione both visibly paled when they saw chains and shackles dangling from the wall and ceiling.
Remus gave Sirius a nudge when he spotted the expressions on the girls’ faces. Sirius saw what they were looking at and sighed.
“I’m quite certain those were never used by my parents,” he said as he chucked an obsidian scarab beetle into a sackful of items to be destroyed, “but like I said, my family was very Dark, and those were unquestionably used by earlier generations of my forebears.”
Harriet and Hermione even watched when Remus, Sirius, and Kreacher tackled some of the mundane cleaning, such as more of the entrance hallway to make it a bit more presentable: repairing threadbare carpet with magic, polishing the silver candelabra and the crystal chandelier until they were both sparkling, dusting, cleaning the wall lamps, repairing the ugly, stained, peeling wallpaper...
“We’ll have to put some fresh wallpaper up or simply a fresh coat of paint eventually,” Sirius muttered as he repaired some rips with his wand. “But this will do for now.”
Kreacher was sent to the basement to switch the Umbrella stand which looked like a troll leg with a golden stand which looked like it would be more appropriate in Buckingham Palace.
There was a bit of back and forth between Sirius and Kreacher regarding the shrunken House-Elf heads on the wall. But when Sirius spied Kreacher narrowing his eyes and glancing at the portrait on the wall on the other side of the hallway, he quickly said Kreacher could have the lot and gave the wizened old House-Elf his own bedroom to put them in.
“My goodness, Sirius, what on earth is all the fuss about?” said the portrait of his mum haughtily. “Removing the heads of the Black Family’s honoured servants, and giving Kreacher his own bedroom? It’s positively scandalous...”
“Just doing a little redecoration, mother, it is my home now, after all,” Sirius retorted. “And Kreacher has been your devoted servant for decades. Don’t you think he deserves a proper bedroom after all those years of toil - instead of that filthy, rotten nest under the boiler?”
“Well,” Mrs. Black huffed, “I suppose if you put it that way, but I still don’t know why you don’t keep your pets on a leash...”
“MOTHER!” Sirius snapped, feeling more and more exasperated and suddenly realising the potential disaster he had been courting; the Tonks’s would be here in two days and his mother loathed her niece and her sister’s family.
“Mother,” said Sirius in a more cajoling, almost sweet tone of voice, “Aren’t you tired of being in this drafty old hall? Wouldn’t you be much cozier somewhere more inviting and homey? ... Say, Kreacher’s new bedroom where you can look at all the old House-Elf heads and chat with the pictures of Narcissa and Bellatrix to your heart’s content?”
“Why Sirius, that... that’s a simply lovely idea,” sniffed his mother tearily. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it, you dear, sweet boy. Giving Kreacher a room of his own - fiddlesticks - you’re just being too kind to tell him that it’s a shrine where he and his ancestors can reside in the worshipful presence of the Black family ladies day and night...”
“Yes, yes! That’s it Mother - a shrine to you and Bella and Cissy,” Sirius agreed quickly, rolling his eyes at Remus. “You caught me! I never could get one up on you!”
“Now,” he grunted, tugging at the picture frame, “how do I get you off this wall?”
“Oh, it’s a permanent sticking charm, silly,” said Mrs. Black with a motherly chuckle, “Only Kreacher can remove me from the wall.”
“Of course,” said Sirius in an almost too bright tone. “Kreacher!” he called out.
And mere minutes later, the portrait was gone, just like that. Sirius grinned at Remus and Harriet and Hermione and wiped the sweat and dirt from his brow.
“Well, that solves a potentially sticky problem,” he said cheerily, causing Remus to groan at his pun and Harriet and Hermione to giggle. “How about we knock off for lunch? I think this calls for a celebration.”
Kreacher, who was positively thrilled with his new bedroom slash shrine, gleefully provided a world-class feast of steak and kidney pie, mashed potatoes, a pile of peas and carrots, gravy, and Yorkshire puddings and sausage rolls, followed up by a magnificent sherry-soaked trifle.
“Urgh,” Harriet groaned, rubbing her belly when lunch was finished and they were all drinking Coke (Harriet and Hermione, thanks to Remus who had thought to purchase a few muggle fizzy drinks and snacks that they might be familiar with) or coffee (Remus and Sirius), “I’m stuffed! I’m never going to have room for dinner tonight.”
“It’s enough to make anyone fall asleep,” Hermione agreed drowsily. “I don’t know how you’ll both manage to keep going after all that food.”
“That’s what the coffee is for,” said Remus, his moustache twitching mirthfully. “It’s back to the grindstone for me and Sirius - but by all means, take a nap. I promise we won’t start cleaning any interesting rooms without you today - we’ll stick to the lavatories and a couple of the other bedrooms in case the Tonks’s want to stay the night...”
“Oh, no Mr. Lupin sir,” croaked Kreacher who had just returned for the dessert dishes, “You and Master Sirius should be taking the rest of the day off. Kreacher can do bathrooms and two bedrooms by himself. Kreacher is very happy to be working hard for kind Master Sirius. Kreacher will work all night if Master wants more rooms cleaned...”
“That won’t be necessary, Kreacher,” Sirius muttered, turning pink with embarrassment. “But thank you! I think just two of the other bathrooms and two guest bedrooms will be plenty, and then you have a good long rest yourself.”
“Thank you, Master Sirius.” Kreacher bowed deeply and went off to the sink with the dishes.
“Well then,” said Remus, raising his eyebrows, “perhaps naps all around?”
“Sounds like a smashing idea to me,” Sirius agreed, patting his own full stomach. “Kreacher’s like a whole new House-Elf - I never would have guessed he had it in him. The last couple of days he’s been practically civil, and then today...”
“Yes, well, apparently a bit of kindness goes a long way,” said Remus. “Giving Kreacher his own bedroom to put your mother’s portrait and his other treasured items in clearly put him over the moon.”
Sirius nodded.
“Honestly, it’s all down to you and Hermione, Remus...” he beamed at Hermione, making her blush. “...If it weren’t for you two telling me how to approach him the other day, it probably wouldn’t have occurred to me to just let him take all the, er... stuff I don’t want and bung it in a room of his own.”
~o0o~
A little smile crept to Hermione’s lips as she and Harriet curled up together under the silk sheets on the bed which they both shared, feeling safe and warm.
She shivered slightly, thinking again of the chains in the horrible “altar room.” It had been very unsettling to say the least, but she was already imagining certain others in those chains - Ron Weasley, and that horrid blond Slytherin boy - Draco Malfoy - and his two thuggish cronies came most readily to mind - followed quickly by Fred and George Weasley.
There were a few others, but like Harriet, Hermione rather felt that chains and shackles were much too good for Dumbledore or that nasty Professor Kettleburn. Hermione wasn’t really very good at imagining much worse than chains and shackles though - even though they no doubt deserved the punishment that Pettigrew, Snape, Quirrell, and Voldemort had got - it made her feel a bit ill to tell the truth.
So she went back to picturing the nastiest boys in chains and being forced to bugger each other by the White Witch - maybe buggered by Centaurs and Minotaurs too - while Hermione and Harriet watched while eating Turkish Delight and diddling each other...
AN:
@ LadyEdgecombe: Well, as noted in the last chapter, building an army of sorts is definitely part of Sirius's two pronged approach to change the system. And as you can see from this chapter, there is a whole other group set on building an army of with the same exact goals.
And as to Dumbledore's proclivities, my conception of his story arc is that after a couple of years of the Grand Bargain he began taking advantage of the system to live out his secret fantasies, which he had never acted on before.

LadyEdgecombe has a very good question that I didn't want to wait till the next chapter to respond to:
So how does this Grande Bargain account for the missing muggle born every year? These children go missing and never show up in the muggle world ever again? Their parents just tell everyone they are at a private school and never have a break? They are completly forgotten? They can't be forgetten by everyone.! Friends, relatives, parents, former teachers etc. Someone has to be missing them.
I alluded to the answer in an earlier chapter (but I wasn't explicit). There is a whole Ministry department dedicated to the intake of muggleborns into wizard society. They use all of the same techniques to cover-up the missing children that they use to hide the Wizard World in Canon.
There is a whole array of spells that other Ministry departments use in Canon, and only a couple are mentioned, such as muggle repelling charms, obliviation, confundus... but there are loads more too, obviously.
The Ministry has its work cut out for them in Canon, but there are a number of departments who handle various aspects of maintaining the secrecy, which in many cases would include altering muggle public records and the memories of numerous people.
In this story, with an extra department on the job they manage to pull it off quite well for the most part.
In my estimation (it's not entirely clear in Canon as Rowling's math is very squishy) there are anywhere from a dozen or so to about fifty or sixty new muggleborn each year - it varies from year to year.
For the Department of Muggleborn Assimilation Services (with the assistance of other departments) those are very manageable numbers to cover-up in the UK which had a population of around sixty million people in 1990's.
The Department also provides housing for muggleborn children when they aren't at Hogwarts, and as adults, their movements and activities are restricted by law, and closely monitored and controlled by the various subdepartments of the DMLE.
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