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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288816 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Halloween Part 2
Day of the Witch

“So, what do you think?” asked Sirius, beaming at Harriet and Hermione.
Harriet grinned and almost had to laugh. The downstairs parlour, one of the very first rooms to be properly cleaned, now had fake cobwebs dangling from the ceiling and cabinets where there had originally been all too real ones.
The mantelpiece and sideboards were adorned with some of the skulls which had been found in the “Altar Room,” and the skeleton had been erected in one of the corners of the parlour; they had all been brought back up from the basement to where they had been consigned a few days ago. Sirius and Remus had also found an Egyptian Sarcophagus (which they had tested thoroughly for curses) in the basement and they had propped it up in another corner with a fake Mummy visible through the half-opened lid.
Fake stuffed ravens sat beside smallish carved pumpkins as centrepieces on the coffee-tables, and fake bats hung upside-down from shelves. Hedwig - who was acting as a prop herself - eyed the bats and ravens suspiciously from the top of a tall bookshelf where she was perched next to a large, silver, crescent moon.
And across the middle of the room, from one side to another, hung a black velvet curtain emblazoned with glittering silver stars. It was tall enough to hide Harriet and Hermione’s naked figures (as long as they didn’t stray too far away from it), and short enough that their heads could peek over the top.
“It’s brilliant!” said Harriet, who was also eagerly eyeing the shiny silver bowls full of chocolates and sweets, not only magical ones such as Chocolate Frogs and Ice Mice and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, but muggle ones too, like Cadbury Flakes, Jelly Babies, Wine Gums, and Smarties.
“This is loads better than at the Dursleys! All they had was a few mouldy pumpkins around and Dudley had piles and piles of sweets - ” Harriet caught herself and shut up; Hermione glanced at her and bit her lip.
It was one thing to have let Hermione in on things a bit about how it had been for her (when she was still a him) at the Dursleys, but Harriet still felt really uncomfortable at the idea of talking about it with anyone else. The last thing she wanted was to feel pathetic and pitied.
Sirius frowned and shared a look with Remus who gave him a slight shake of the head.
“ - Anyway,” said Harriet, quickly moving on, not noticing the glances being shared, “this is fantastic! ... All it needs is a black cat and a witch - a muggle version of a witch I mean,” Harriet chortled, “with a big warty nose and a giant cauldron and a broomstick!”
“Oooh, a cat would be lovely,” said Hermione, her eyes gleaming.
“Well, I think we could manage a giant cauldron and a broomstick,” Sirius grinned, “and I’m sure Remus wouldn’t mind dressing up as an ugly old hag!”
“Speak for yourself,” said Remus, raising his eyebrows. “But I think we could manage a cat too,” he added, “if you’d like, Hermione.”
Hermione’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
“Really - you don’t have to! ... I mean, I didn’t really expect... I was just saying - I didn’t really mean anything by it...”
“It’s not a problem at all, Hermione,” Remus said reassuringly, “I could easily pop over to the Magical Menagerie and find a cat for you after breakfast - as long as Sirius promises not to chase it!” Remus smirked at him.
“What? I would never...” said Sirius in a wounded tone. “If Hermione wants a cat, then she should have one.”
“You really shouldn’t - I don’t have any money,” said Hermione anxiously.
“I’ll pay for it,” said Harriet quickly. “I’ve got a pile of galleons in my vault. I can’t go to Gringotts at the moment, obviously, but I could pay Remus back someday whenever I get a chance...”
“That’s not at all necessary, Harriet,” Sirius interjected, “I’m the richest one here by far and I’m more than happy to buy Hermione a pet. ... And you just reminded me, I really should talk to someone at Gringotts about accessing your vault at some point. Gringotts goblins couldn’t care less about wizard affairs - fugitive or not, it doesn’t matter to them and they take their clients’ privacy very seriously.”
“Oh!” said Harriet, surprised. “If you’re sure then.”
“Well, now that’s settled, Hermione,” said Remus, “if they don’t have any black cats at the moment, do you mind what sort?”
Hermione hesitated, still feeling a bit abashed. But as everyone seemed to really want to get her a cat, she couldn’t say no, and she couldn’t help feeling a tingle of joy.
“No, I don’t mind,” she said, shaking her bushy head and smiling sheepishly, not wanting to impose any further, “I love cats - any sort really.”
Remus peered at Hermione a moment as if sizing her up, then, oddly, he gave Harriet a once-over as well and glanced at Hedwig.
“Alright, after breakfast it is then.”
“I’d better go with you,” said Sirius, “I need to go to Gringotts anyway.”
Kreacher provided a bang-up breakfast as usual, then Remus and Sirius headed out for Diagon Alley. An hour later they returned with several packages - a medium sized wicker basket with a lid, a long, thin parcel, and a shopping bag.
“What’s in the parcel?” asked Harriet, peering at it in curiosity when they were all assembled in the parlour again.
“Ah, well, that’s a bit of a surprise,” said Sirius; he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Harriet. “It’s a present for you. I couldn’t go to Diagon Alley without getting you something too.”
“For me? Really?” Harriet’s jaw dropped; she hadn’t dreamed of getting any presents herself.
The only real present anyone had ever given her was Hedwig - which was the only reason she had given Hagrid any benefit of the doubt at all her first few days of being a Receptacle.
“Yes! Really,” Sirius beamed. “To make up for ten years of birthdays that I’ve missed.”
“But we’ll get to that in just a moment,” said Remus, smiling as he passed Hermione the wicker basket. “First things first.”
Hermione held her breath, and with trembling hands she slowly opened the lid of the basket. Then she gasped.
“Oooh, he’s adorable!” she squealed as she lifted out a roly-poly, very fluffy, orange, bushy-tailed kitten which appeared to be about six months old. “Isn’t he gorgeous, Harriet?”
Hermione was positively glowing.
“Yeah, he’s really cute,” Harriet grinned.
To be perfectly honest, she thought the kitten was a bit funny looking with its squashed face; but she wasn’t about to tell Hermione that. Besides, she had to admit that it was kind of sweet and cuddly in its own way.
“Thank you so much, Sirius!” said Hermione, beaming tearfully at him. “You don’t know how much this means to me!”
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” he retorted, for some reason giving Harriet a wink. “Anyway, you can thank Remus for picking him out.”
“Thank you, Remus,” said Hermione happily. “How did you know?”
“I’m a pretty good guesser,” Remus said quietly; for some reason he gave Harriet a wink too. “He’s half Kneazle by the way - a magical cat breed. They’re very intelligent and highly intuitive, and they’re exceptional judges of character. He should get along very well with Hedwig and Harriet.”
Harriet didn’t really know what to make of that. She wasn’t quite sure what Remus was on about.
“Anyway,” said Sirius, passing the long thin parcel to her, “I think it’s time for your present, Harriet. Happy very late birthday!”
Harriet was a bit nervous as she ripped off the paper, and she was completely floored when she saw what it was.
“A Nimbus 2000!” she gasped, “I saw one in the window of the quidditch shop when Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley. It’s supposed to be the fastest ever!”
“Well, it’s the fastest commercial brand available,” said Sirius, grinning at Harriet’s awed expression. “There are some International Standard brooms that the National teams which compete for the World Cup use - but they’re only rarely available to the general public as very few are produced.”
Only Hermione looked a bit troubled as she cuddled the kitten which she had decided to name Crookshanks. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything, not wanting to spoil Harriet’s moment. Finally, she took a deep breath, and voiced her concern.
“But when is Harriet going to get a chance to fly it?” she asked, shooting Harriet an apologetic look.
“Ah, well, Remus and I discussed that,” Sirius replied, looking remarkably unruffled.
“There are a few out of the way places we can take you both,” Remus chimed in. “There’s a nice beach on a small uninhabited island off the coast of Wales where almost no one ever goes as it’s just a bit too far out for most tourists or fishermen. And a few muggle-repelling charms should do the trick.”
“And Harriet shall have far less problems as a girl riding the broom with no clothes on than she would have if she were still a boy,” Sirius added with a sardonic chuckle.
“Oh!” said Hermione, and she beamed at Harriet, setting down her new kitten on the sofa to give Harriet a rib-cracking hug. “That’s wonderful, Harriet!” she squeaked.
“We thought a little trip this weekend would be nice, rain or shine,” said Remus. “I expect it will be more than a bit chilly and wet, but a warming charm will fix that up.”
“This... this weekend?” Harriet goggled at Remus; she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. “We’re really going to get to go out this weekend? ... And I’m really going to get to fly this broom?”
Remus and Sirius both nodded and smiled at Harriet and Hermione’s elation.
Following all the excitement, Hermione and Harriet sat on the sofa with Crookshanks rolling around on both of their naked laps, purring loudly, his whiskers and fur tickling their thighs. But even when his furry paws inadvertently slipped between the girls’ inner-thighs and pressed against their slits, their attention was largely on the things coming out of the bag which Remus and Sirius had brought home as well.

First, Remus gave Harriet a skinny, cheap looking belt.
“This is just to test out my theory,” said Remus, seeing Harriet’s bewildered expression. “Go ahead - try strapping it around your waist.”
To Harriet’s great surprise, it didn’t vanish in a puff of smoke.
“What?” she gasped. “How?”
“My best guess is that Snape’s Curse doesn’t recognise straps which don’t conceal or cover your bodies and particularly your, er... privates in any way which could possibly be construed as clothing,” Remus explained. “It occurred to me that straps are often used as bindings to restrict movement, much like shackles - the slave collars you wore being a prime example.”
“Of course,” said Hermione, scowling. “The collars weren’t just to show our status as less than human - as animals - they were used to shackle us to chains for half the day.”
“Precisely,” Remus agreed. “In some instances they are used to bind wrists and ankles in place of metal cuffs - ”
“Which they never did with us,” Harriet interrupted angrily, “Probably just to make us more uncomfortable and sore all the time. If it weren’t for that sort of stretchy invulnerability enchantment Dumbledore put on us, our ankles and wrists would’ve been bleeding and raw from all the metal.”
“Really?” said Remus, looking a bit surprised. “So you can’t be injured then?”
“It’s some sort of powerful variation of the Impervius Charm, I think,” said Hermione. “It prevents the breaking of skin and excessive bruising - but not minor bruising...”
“...It also made us loads more bendy,” Harriet continued, “It seems to stop our bones from breaking...”
“...and it made our skin and muscles super-stretchy and our internal organs practically invulnerable...” Hermione added.
“...and it made it easier to breathe when, er...” Harriet hesitated briefly, “when they shoved enormous penises down our throats...”
“...and Hagrid told us it also prevents freezing to death,” Hermione went on without missing a beat, “We could be out in the snow naked for days and days or weeks without frostbite or chillblains or any bad effects associated with freezing...”
“...but we could still feel everything,” Harriet growled, “It still felt like we were freezing to death, and everything hurt just as much as it would have normally...”
“... and it’s obvious they wanted us to feel everything,” said Hermione furiously, “but they didn’t want to break their toys. I think it’s a permanent charm, like Snape turning Harry into Harriet and Snape’s horrible Curse...”
Remus and Sirius were as captivated by the electrifying exchange as they were by the astounding information.
“Er, well... That’s something!” said Sirius when he had recovered from trying to follow Harriet and Hermione as the sentences flowed from one to the other without pause.
“I’ll say!” Remus stroked his moustache pensively. “I’ve kept up reasonably well with things over the years since the war, but this is news to me. Were you the only, er... slaves who were enchanted in such a manner perhaps?”
“I don’t think so,” said Hermione, shaking her bushy head. “The girls Dumbledore gave to the Centaurs as a sort of Tribute over the years all had the enchantment too. I would expect that Dumbledore charms all the Receptacles at Hogwarts - they were pretty rough with us, and Dumbledore gave us the impression that we were being treated lightly compared to the others.”
“Yes, that does seem likely, the more I think about it,” said Remus. “It would seem to be an open question then, whether the Muggleborns the Ministry sells off instead of sending them to Hogwarts are charmed too.”
“That’s something I can look into as a member of the Wizengamot,” Sirius proffered. “I’ll have access to Wizengamot and Ministry records regarding legislation and Ministry procedures. ... In the meantime though, it seems to me that this should prove quite advantageous to Harriet and Hermione in the long run.”
“Very true,” Remus agreed, nodding.
“If it’s harder to injure me and Hermione, it’ll help us in a fight, won’t it?” said Harriet, her eyes widening as the full implication hit her.
“Quite so,” said Remus, a little smile creeping to his lips. “Something, it would seem, that Dumbledore neglected to consider. ... In any case, that leads me back to where I began - more presents for you both...”
Remus reached into the bag and withdrew two sturdy leather straps which looked like belts with attached sheaths. “...Wand holsters. You’ll be able to keep your wands on you now, without having to worry about where to put them when they aren’t in use.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Harriet, who had been worrying about that very thing ever since discovering that she and Hermione probably wouldn’t ever be able to wear clothes again.
“And that means we’ll start training you two up very soon,” said Sirius cheerfully. “I’d say give us another week or two to finish cleaning this place up, and that’ll give you two a chance to really settle in...”
Harriet opened her mouth to object, but Sirius raised his hand and she shut it again.
“I don’t doubt that you feel ready to start right away, Harriet, but believe me, you’ll thank me for it later. ... If what I’ve gathered in the short time we’ve been together is true, you had a pretty rough time of things even before you ended up at Hogwarts, and could use the time to start feeling like a normal kid again - as normal as possible, anyway. The Dursleys treated you quite poorly if I’m not mistaken.”
Harriet paled, and her stomach clenched. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Hermione quickly took her hand and gave it a sympathetic squeeze.
“If you’re not up to it, Harriet, I can tell them what you told me if you’d like,” she said gently.
“Er...” Harriet wasn’t sure what to say.
If Hermione told them instead of her, maybe it wouldn’t feel so much to Harriet like she was begging for pity and attention. Finally, she nodded.
“Okay,” Harriet’s voice was hoarse, “You tell them then.”
In the end, it didn’t take Hermione too long to tell Sirius and Remus everything that Harriet had told her about Harriet’s life as Harry. She told them about Harry living in the dark cupboard under the stairs for ten long years, sometimes being locked in there for weeks at a time, the thumpings Uncle Vernon had given Harry every so often when he was feeling particularly angry, the Harry hunts and pummelings by Dudley and his gang, not getting enough food to eat and no presents on birthdays or Christmases while Dudley lived it up being spoiled rotten.
Hermione ended it on a slightly up note, the day that Hagrid had told Harry that he was a wizard.
Sirius, whose face had grown darker and darker while Hermione had told Harriet’s story, allowed himself a dangerous looking little smile, despite knowing the horror that had awaited Harry at Hogwarts.
“So, Hagrid gave that rotten kid a pig tail, then,” he growled, “and left that bastard Vernon to sort things out for himself with Muggle surgeons. Gotta give Hagrid some credit for that, even if he has been sucking up to Dumbledore the last ten years.”
Harriet grinned, suddenly feeling much better at the memory, and finally found her voice.
“Yeah! That was pretty brilliant! The Dursleys had to be rescued from the island too when the old fisherman finally checked up on them. I had the whole house to myself for two days after the trip to Diagon Alley.
“And Hagrid made up for going along with Dumbledore for so long when he helped me and Hermione out a few times, and then he got rid of the Trace on us with something he stole from Dumbledore’s office, so nobody would find us when we eventually escaped.”
“He did?” A broad grin crossed Sirius’s features. “That’s fantastic! I’ll have to give that hairy giant a big wet kiss the next time I see him. That’ll make things loads easier when we take you out. I was thinking I’d have to leave you two on the Welsh shore with Remus before throwing up muggle-repelling charms over the island.”
Feeling cheered up again, Harriet and Hermione examined their new wand holsters and Harriet’s new broom while Crookshanks purred on their bare laps and Sirius and Remus put the finishing touches on the parlour.
They had to use a Levitation Charm to get the enormous cast iron cauldron up the stairs from the basement and set it down next to the mannequin dressed up in tattered black robes and a classically styled witch’s hat which they had found in the attic. Remus completed the mannequin with two more items brought home in the shopping bag.
“From a muggle shop selling Halloween costumes,” he said with a laugh when he placed the Hag mask and matted grey wig on the mannequin’s head.
It was just a matter of waiting now. They all watched a bit of TV (Top of the Pops and some cartoons), but Harriet grew more and more nervous as lunchtime approached (when the Tonkses were due to arrive) and Hermione didn’t look any less anxious. It didn’t help when Sirius reminded them that he had been a bit vague in the invitation he had sent the Tonkses, just in case Hedwig was intercepted.
“Just sit tight with Remus while I explain things to them,” Sirius told them when he peeked through the curtains and spied the Tonkses standing on the wet pavement in the rain.
Sirius opened the front door and glanced around, making sure that there weren’t any muggles nearby, then stepped out beyond the boundaries of the Unplottable and Muggle-repelling charms and quickly ushered them through the wards into Number Twelve.
“Sirius!” squealed the teenage girl with spiky mauve hair, flinging her arms around him. “I always knew it was a frame-up!”
“Oof!” Sirius grinned. “Nice to see you too, Dora! ... Love what you’ve done with your hair!”
The teenage girl’s mother rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage Nymphadora, Sirius.”
“Muuuum!” Dora moaned. “You know I hate that name!”
“Aaw, come on Andi,” said Sirius, “I haven’t seen Dora since she was eight. I’m more uncle than cousin, and what sort of uncle would I be if I didn’t encourage her?”
“Fair enough,” said Andromeda, smiling wryly at Sirius as she gave him a warm hug and a peck on the cheek, “We’ve all missed you.”
“And Ted, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
“Funny, I was about t’say the same thing,” Ted Tonks grinned and hugged Sirius warmly too. “So, this is Number Twelve, eh?” he said, glancing around. “I expected something a bit gloomier after everything Andi told me, I have to admit.”
Andromeda frowned and had a good look at the entrance hall. “Good Lord! Ted is right! No shrunken heads? Bright lights? No Troll leg? No portrait of Walburga to yell at me and call me a stain on the family’s honour and a filthy Blood-Traitor?”
“Yes, well, I’ve made a few changes around here,” said Sirius with a little chuckle. “I retired Mum’s portrait and consigned her to Kreacher’s room along with Cissy and Bella’s portraits and the house-elf heads. And Remus and I have been gradually cleaning up the place to make it fit for decent human beings.”
“Speaking of which, where is the young woman you wanted me to meet?” Andromeda asked eagerly. “I must say, that’s a bit quick off the mark, even for you, so soon after your stint in Azkaban. Did she mistake you for Stubby Boardman?”
“It’s not like that, Andi,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “In fact, that’s what I need to talk to you about before you meet her! ... It’s very important that you - all of you - don’t let a word of this slip to anyone else! It could mean a lot of trouble for me and for her.”
“You know you can trust us,” said Dora. “Come on, so who is it then?”
“Yes! Please don’t keep us in suspense, Sirius,” said Andromeda.
“Okay!” Sirius took a deep breath. “It’s Harry Potter - now Harriet...”
“Bloody Hell!” exclaimed Dora, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. “Really?”
“Really!”
Andromeda and Ted stared at Sirius in shock, stunned into speechlessness.
“So... so, you’ve actually got that poor girl here then,” said Andromeda when she found her voice. “I can’t imagine how she managed to cope with such a horrifying ordeal! She must be absolutely devastated! Are you certain that she’s ready to meet us?”
“She wanted to meet you!” said Sirius earnestly. “Harriet’s made of stronger stuff than most - and so is her friend.”
“You’re looking after that Hermione Granger girl too, then?” said Dora, who looked on the verge of tears. “You really are the best, Sirius!”
“You dear, dear man!” said Andromeda, dabbing at her own teary eyes with a hanky. “Taking both girls in like that.”
“Well, I was hardly going to let Harriet’s friend fend for herself now, was I?” said Sirius a bit awkwardly. “But before you meet them, there’s another little problem I need to warn you about...”
~o0o~
“Hello Harriet, and you must be Hermione,” said the beaming, friendly looking woman.
“Er... Hi, Mrs. Tonks,” said Harriet nervously. Hermione gave her an anxious little wave.
Harriet was trembling slightly, feeling horribly exposed despite the curtain between them; she automatically covered her bare breasts and slit with her hands even though Mrs. Tonks couldn’t see anything. She was reminded again how weird it was to feel this way about being nude in front of people she had never met after being utterly exposed for nearly two months to hundreds and hundreds of people.
“Oh, please dears, call me Andi. This is my husband Ted...”
“‘Ello then, nice t’meet you both,” said the cheery man.
“Hello,” squeaked Hermione.
She was quaking even more than Harriet, and feeling extremely naked, but she still managed to be a bit surprised that someone as posh sounding as Andromeda had married not just any muggleborn, but someone who had apparently been raised in a working-class family in London or its environs.
“...and this is my daughter, Nymphadora,” Andi continued on.
“MUM!” The teenage girl with a heart-shaped face glowered fiercely at her mother before grinning easily at Harriet and Hermione.
“Wotcher, you two,” said Nymphadora.
She didn’t look more than thirteen or fourteen; she had spiky mauve hair and was wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with an image of a muggle band called Depeche Mode. Everything about the girl made Harriet and Hermione feel a bit more at ease.
“Don’t mind Mum. I’m Dora!” she added.
Ted Tonks and Sirius both chuckled and Remus smirked. Harriet and Hermione both grinned at her a bit toothily.
Dora studied their anxious features for a moment, and before anyone could stop her she ducked under the curtain and emerged on the other side with Harriet and Hermione.
“NYMPHADORA!” yelled her horrified mother.
“Eep!” squealed Hermione, and she and Harriet quickly hid behind the sofa, peering at Dora in shock. Crookshanks eyed the girl and purred.
Dora immediately started shedding her clothes, pulling her t-shirt over her head.
“Nymphadora! What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
“Makin’ these two feel a bit more comfortable, Mum,” Dora said nonchalantly as she yanked off her jeans.
“Nymphadora!” Andi moaned weakly as her daughter’s bra came off next.
Ted palmed his red face muttering, “Shoulda seen that coming!”
Harriet and Hermione both gawked as Dora tugged off her knickers and casually chucked them on the floor next to her t-shirt, grinning at them the entire time.
Then, naked as the day she was born, Dora plonked herself in the armchair across from the sofa, her very pleasing to look at boobs bouncing enticingly. She parted her thighs ever so slightly, just enough for them to see all, as if to demonstrate that she wasn’t afraid to give them a good look at her bare pussy and trimmed tuft of mauve pubes on her mound.
Hermione and Harriet glanced at each other, both surprised more than anything now.
“Well?” said Harriet.
“Alright!” Hermione nodded, and they both came out of hiding and sat on the sofa, grinning at Dora much more naturally now.
“Thank you,” said Hermione. “You really didn’t have to do that...”
“...but yeah, it does make us feel loads better,” said Harriet, then she poked her head over the curtain.
“It’s okay, really!” she told Dora’s mortified looking mum and dad. “It’s great actually! Dora’s right - it does make us feel more comfortable - loads more. I hope you’re not too cross with her!”
“Well...” Andi glanced uneasily at Ted who shrugged, and then at Sirius and Remus who were both smirking.
“If it’s fine with Harriet and Hermione, then it’s fine with me,” said Sirius, “I’m as pleased as punch that they’ve made a friend.”
“I suppose it’s all worked out for the best, then,” Andi sighed and smiled wanly at her daughter. “Dora, sometimes I think you’ll be the death of me, but that was a very kind and brave gesture.”
“Not to mention, spot on,” said Ted, looking a bit proud of Dora now that the embarrassment was fading.
With introductions and embarrassing moments out of the way, everyone was feeling much more relaxed.
Kreacher served up a luncheon of mostly finger foods, an assortment of crackers and cheeses (everything from Cheshire to Wensleydale, and a few cheeses from France and Holland as well), sausage rolls, pumpkin and meat pasties, bite-sized cucumber sandwiches, not to mention bowls of regular and salt and vinegar flavoured crisps. There were drinks aplenty as well: for the youths, Butterbeers and Coke, and for the adults, Rosmerta’s oak-matured Mead and coffee spiked with rum.
There were some chats over the curtain, but Harriet and Hermione were getting along swimmingly with Dora who soon had them both in stitches with her stories about annoying her parents and fooling Sirius with her unusual abilities, often pretending she was other children.
“You can do self-transfiguration without a wand?” asked Hermione, wide-eyed. “That’s amazing!”
“It’s really rare,” said Dora, “You have to be born with the ability. I’m what you would call a metamorphmagus. I can be a guy as well - mind you, I couldn’t do the naughty bits when was younger, but after a lotta practice with a little help from some boys ‘oo didn’t mind showin’ me their tallywackers, I eventually managed it.”
Hermione gasped when a thought occurred to her. “Harriet told me she regrew her hair when her Aunt Petunia practically shaved her head once, do you think she could be a metamorphmagus too?”
“It was probably just accidental magic though,” said Harriet quickly, not sure that she liked where this bit of the conversation was going.
“Maybe,” said Dora, looking really interested, “Ordinarily, that’s not the sort of thing you can do with accidental magic unless you’re a metamorphmagus. If you were, maybe you could change back into a guy.”
“I don’t really want to anymore,” said Harriet, casting her eyes down. “Maybe that’s weird! Maybe I should want to be a guy because of everything that’s... er... that’s happened to me, just so most other guys wouldn’t even think of doing that stuff to me. But I don’t!”
Hermione and Dora peered at Harriet sympathetically; they could both see that she looked a bit ill at the idea - like she might throw up.
The wave of nausea passed, and Harriet took a deep breath, feeling bad for having spoiled the conversation. She felt like maybe she needed to say a bit more though, because Dora still looked a bit puzzled.
“I know that not all guys are evil, even though I did kind of think that for a while,” she said. “But... I dunno why really - even though I know loads of guys are good too, I just don’t want that feeling inside of me - like I might be one of the evil ones, or like I could be turned into an evil one. I dunno if that makes any sense.”
“Yeah, that does actually make sense,” said Dora quietly, chewing on a fingernail and looking pensive.
Hermione had known how Harriet felt about things for a while now, but she still felt sad for Harriet, and at the same time, she couldn’t help feeling pleased too. Which was probably in large part due to the horrible things the men and boys at Hogwarts had done to her as well, but also because she had discovered that she liked girls too.
Having a crush on Harry Potter was one thing, but Hermione had fallen in love with Harriet, and she wasn’t sure anymore how she would feel if Harriet had actually wanted to be Harry again. But she didn’t want to be selfish either. Besides, Hermione was sure she would love Harriet even if she was Harry again, and she reckoned she might find that she enjoyed sex with Harry just as much as she did with Harriet if given a chance.
It wasn’t really penises she was against, Hermione supposed, just the vast majority of the wizards which she had met who were attached to them.
“Being a metamorphmagus might not work to turn Harriet back into a boy even if she wanted too,” she sighed, putting her ruminations aside for the moment. “Snape’s spells are apparently known for having permanent effects.”
“Blimey!” Dora gasped, goggling at Harriet. “It was Snape who turned you into a girl, then? The papers made it sound like Dumbledore did it.”

“Oh, er, yeah,” said Harriet, suddenly feeling surprised and a bit stupid. “Of course you must know Snape. ... But I don’t remember seeing you at Hogwarts, and how come you’re not there right now?”
Hermione gaped at Dora, feeling a bit surprised and stupid herself.
“Sorry,” Dora chortled at the expressions on their faces. “I always forget how young I look to most people - what with my baby face an’ all. I turned eighteen in January - I finished Hogwarts earlier this year. I suppose I don’t really act my age either! ... Anyway, I wanted to throw a party when I read that you’d killed Snape, Harriet!
“I really hated that evil sod! ... I was in Hufflepuff, and he always treated us like we were a load of idiots - he seemed to hate us almost as much as he hated Gryffindors. Every once in a while he would bring a Receptacle to class - always one of the ex-Gryffindor muggleborn girls - and do ghastly things to them.”
“So...” said Harriet slowly, “it wasn’t just me and Hermione he hated, then? It was all Gryffindors?”
“I think it was much more than that, Harriet, with you,” said Hermione. “Snape seemed to have it in for you most of all - he was perfectly fine with Ron and the others after he had you to punish - and me as well, I suppose - probably because you were nice to me and because I’m a muggleborn. ... And I’m almost certain that it had something to do with your father, and probably your mother too...”
“Er... how do you reckon that?” asked Harriet.
“Last week, when we met Sirius and Remus after your magical outburst killed Voldemort and Snape, Sirius called Snape Snivellus, and he told us that when they were all at school together, Snape hung out with a gang of Slytherins who grew up to be Death Eaters.
“And Sirius also said that Snape and his gang bullied muggleborns and harassed Gryffindor girls. Your mum was a muggleborn and a Gryffindor girl. Also, Remus and Sirius seemed to know Snape really quite well. Remus mentioned that your father had ‘a number of permanent scars caused by a certain speciality of Snape’s.’
“I think your dad and Snape must have got into a lot of fights, probably because Snape was harassing your mum. That must have made Snape hate your father even more than he hated all the other Gryffindors - and didn’t Hagrid tell you...”
“...that I look just like my dad, except for my mum’s eyes,” said Harriet, marveling at Hermione’s memory as all the pieces of the puzzle tumbled together in her mind. “Yeah, you’re right Hermione, that all makes perfect sense! Snape must’ve hated me right from the very beginning just because I looked like my dad.”
“That sorta fits things I overhead Sirius talkin’ about with Mum and Dad when I was little,” Dora added. “I dunno for sure how it came up, but I think ‘e mentioned something once or twice about how he and his mates never got on with Snape - I think it might’ve come up when Sirius said he hoped he’d run into Snape while they were fighting against Voldemort.”
“It’s no wonder that Snape wanted to turn me into a girl permanently,” said Harriet, scowling. “He probably thought it would be hilarious!”
Then she shook her head and sighed.
“Whatever! I prefer being a girl now anyway, but you really think I could be a metamorphmagus?” she asked Dora.
“I reckon so,” said Dora. “Even if Hermione’s right, and you can’t change back into a guy because of Snape’s curse, you could at least make yourself look like a different girl - you could also make bits of you into animal shapes. I could train you up a bit if Sirius doesn’t mind me comin’ over.”
“That would be brilliant!” said Harriet, her face lighting up. “And maybe, erm...” she shot Hermione a questioning look, “if Hermione doesn’t mind...”
“...We’d really like it if you would come over just to hang out with us too,” said Hermione, quickly catching on. “It’s a bit hard to make other friends like this.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Dora grinned, “I’d love to! I don’t know anyone else I can just get naked with.”
Hermione giggled, and Harriet chuckled a bit, and they both couldn’t help slyly eyeballing Dora’s nude figure again. Dora spied their downward glances and smirked a bit, spreading her thighs again so they could have another good look at her vulva out of sight of the grown-ups.
“I suppose we could all have a bit o’ fun together if you’re into it,” she suggested quietly, giving them both a wink. “I’m more into girls than guys too, for the most part.”
Hermione and Harriet both turned a bit pink and giggled at having been caught ogling Dora.
~o0o~
Sirius shared a smile with Remus when he heard the giggles coming from the other side of the curtain; he took another swig of his spiked coffee and returned to the conversation.
“...Anyway,” he went on, “as I was saying - for now, it seems more prudent for us to look after Hermione ourselves.”

“True enough,” Ted Tonks sighed. “The Ministry would just snatch ‘er back up in no time if you tried to put ‘er back with her parents, the way things are at the moment. I can’t even imagine growin’ up muggleborn nowadays. Just kidnapping is all it is, and turnin’ nearly half o’ the lot of ‘em into slaves.”
“It’s utterly revolting, is what it is!” said Andi, her haughty tone betraying the lofty station of her life before Ted; she took a sip of her own coffee before continuing. “Of course we’ll do everything we can to support you and Remus, Sirius.”
“If it means joinin’ this underground resistance group you’re starting, then we’re both in all the way,” Ted vowed firmly.
“Thank you,” said Sirius, the tension in his stomach unwinding, “I know it’s asking rather a lot of you, but I reckoned if anyone would understand, it would be you two.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got more skin in the game than most,” said Ted acerbically before draining his coffee mug.
“Quite so!” agreed Andi with a curt nod. ”In any case, Sirius - in regards to the despicable curse placed upon the girls, have you and Remus come across any likely avenues for reversing it yet?”

“Unfortunately,” said Remus, “Severus Snape was highly skilled in the Dark Arts - if he had been so inclined, he could have likely waged his own campaign to be a ‘Dark Lord.’ Many of the spells he invented were infused with Dark Magic...”
“...Which generally means permanent effects,” Andi groaned. “Those poor girls! ... I take it you’re trying to come up with a work-around.”
“We’ve been a bit busy this past week just getting them settled in, but yes.” Sirius let out a sigh and considered adding more rum to his coffee.
“Our options are quite limited,” said Remus, “All of the spells we’re considering are at best temporary fixes for immediate situations, not long-term solutions. The Disillusionment Charm, for example, is really only useful for getting the girls to and from destinations, not for being out in public for extended periods - same goes for the Invisibility Charm really. .... Too much chance of being bumped into or lost.”
“And most Illusion Charms are either only effective against muggles, or only effective against weaker wizards,” Sirius proffered as he unstoppered the decanter of rum. “Any wizard who’s a bit stronger willed than average would see right through it.”
“The best we’ve come up with so far is using Colour Changing Charms to paint ‘clothes’ directly on their skin, so to speak,” Remus added glumly. “But that is hardly adequate! While that would probably work from a distance, any wizard or muggle who comes close enough would spot their nudity right away.”
“I see what you mean,” sighed Andi. “This is a pickle indeed! ... Well, your plan to take them to out of the way locations will at least get them out in the fresh air for a bit. But it certainly doesn’t do much for giving the girls a bit of company their own age.”
“About that,” said Ted; his lips formed a funny little sideways smile as he glanced over at the curtain from where could be heard the occasional giggle and chortle of laughter, “It seems like Dora and those two are gettin’ on like a house on fire over there. ... If you don’t mind havin’ ‘er round most o’ the time, Dora’ll keep ‘em occupied well enough I should expect.”
“I was hoping you would say that,” said Sirius, grinning. “I know Dora is old enough to make her own decisions, but as she’s still living under your roof, I didn’t want to impose on your parental decisions too much, despite the impression I may have given you when you arrived.”
“Yes, well, I’m more concerned about Nymphadora’s impression on your girls,” Andi raised her eyebrows and smiled sardonically, “You may have noticed her impetuous - or dare I say it - her rather Gryffindor behaviour!”
Ted let out a snort of laughter. “That’s puttin’ it mildly!”
“That’s what I always loved best about my pseudo-niece,” Sirius chuckled.
~o0o~
The matronly looking woman with the monocle crossed one of the soggy lawns in Saint James’s Park, holding up an umbrella to ward off the rain. She could just make out Buckingham Palace through the Weeping Willows one direction, and in another direction, on a park bench by one of the rippling ponds was the man she was looking for, tearing up pieces of bread and tossing them into the crowd of ducks gathered around him.
A few of the ducks waddled nonchalantly out of her way and she plonked herself on the wooden park bench beside the man in a long tan trench-coat and a mane of greying wet hair. One of the man’s eyeballs - the electric blue one - spun around wildly and came to rest upon her.
“Well, fancy meeting you here, in a park, feeding ducks like any old man withering into non-existence - on Halloween no less,” she said dryly without even looking at him. “What is the world coming to?”
“Saw yeh comin’ a mile away,” he growled, ripping up another piece of bread and chucking it into the midst of the ducks. “Coulda taken you out with my wand at any time!”
“Which simply begs the question, Alastor - what is the best Auror of the last seventy-five years doing feeding ducks in a park?”
“Same thing you’re doin’ Amelia - enjoying my retirement - just a bit more quiet like!”
Amelia almost snorted with mirth. “Well, I’m glad to see that your witty repartee hasn’t abandoned you over the years at least. Care to put your wand to the test too? ... Perhaps you’d like to back up your banter with a display of your prowess!”
“Whaddya want, Amelia?” said Alastor gruffly as the ducks quacked for more bread. “Can’t you see I’m busy here?”
“Oh yes, your calendar looks fully booked! Whatever will I do?”
“If you’ve got somethin’ t’say, then just spit it out,” Alastor snapped. “I’m not in the mood!”
“Hmm... Living up to your name then!” Amelia quipped. “Very well then, let’s get right down to it, shall we? I have a proposition for you! ... We need you - we need Alastor Moody back in the game - We need any of the old guard who didn’t sell out when Dumbledore turned his back on the good fight for the sake of a bad peace!”
“We? ... Who is this ‘we’ then?”
“So far, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and myself!”
“Black, eh? You sure you can trust him? ... Heard tell ‘e was in the Ministry suckin’ up to Malfoy and Fudge - got himself a seat on the Wizengamot and all that rot!”
“I can trust him! The only reason Dumbledore isn’t dead already is because Minerva didn’t want Black thrown back in Azkaban - apparently she reckons he can do more good outside of prison than in. ... And I happen to agree!”
That got his attention. Alastor Moody turned his entire head to look at Amelia Bones.
“So he was there then,” he said very quietly, “in the castle when Potter put down Voldemort and Dumbledore’s pet Death Eater - and that lyin’, stinkin’, treacherous, scumbag Pettigrew! She’s with ‘im now - Potter - she’s with Black - isn’t she?”
“Why don’t we go somewhere a little drier and warmer, and have a little chat, Alastor?”
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@ LadyEdgecombe: Thank You! :-)
In regards to your point: I don't really disagree, BUT in Canon, Wizards keep the entire magical world hidden from Muggles. that includes everything from Dragon and Bigfoot Sightings to full scale Wizard Wars in which Muggles are Mass-Murdered and Tortured.
Pulling off the disappearance of at most a few dozen children each year without raising the suspicions of Muggles is child's play (sorry... **ahem**) for the Ministry compared to covering up a Wizard War.
Is it always perfect? No! Like you said, something always slips through the cracks.
But it's perfect enough, that when someone spots Bigfoot or a Dragon, or when someone notices that a kid is missing when nearly everyone else (including the parents) is like "What kid?" people will think that person is batshit crazy.
@ Claire R89: Lol! :D ... Hogwarts is where roughly a third (almost half) of the story is happening because that is where most of the villains are - not to mention the depraved stuff! ... ;-) Shit is gonna go down at Hogwarts - that's also where some of the rebellion is happening.
But don't worry - I'm not going to neglect the heroes of the story, and I've gotta have some fluffy smut too! :-)
@ CherryBlazzer: Haha! :D ...Thanks! I'll see what I can do - I've probably done more than enough of the pee stuff, but there will be a bit more no doubt. And I think I can manage a scat scene for you, even though I'm trying not to focus on that too much.
Yeah, I was challenged to go as dark as I could handle, and this is the result! Lol! :D ... There's actually even more depraved shit on this site which I can't handle, but most fics don't have as many nasty fetishes all in the same story. I mentioned some of my influences at the beginning of the fic, and you can check out my bio for a bit more.
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