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Chapter 28 � Into the Belly of the Beast

Twelve-year-old Norman Williams
watched the spectacle unfold with unbelieving eyes.� On one side there was a
pale, red-eyed lizard-looking guy in what looked like a Goth evening gown.� On
the other were fifteen or twenty Russian guys in black Cossack uniforms.� In
the middle stood one completely batshit crazy bitch who appeared to be trying
to be the peacemaker between the reptile in drag and the Russians.

Then there was the mousey little
woman, Cheryl something or other, with the pitying eyes, who looked like she
knew what was going to happen and desperately wanted not to.

�Steady on, mate,� Harry Wales said,
placing a reassuring hand on Norman�s shoulder, �someone will be here soon.�

�SAS, MI6?�

�Nope, better than that, Wizards.�

At that point Norman was really
worried, it was bad enough that monsters and Russians and one crazy lady were
all arguing about how to best murder a couple of twelve year old boys, now His Royal
Highness had, apparently, lost his last marble.

)O(

The Prime Minister had never
summoned Her Majesty�s Minister of Magic but he knew that the painting was the
key.� He knocked on the frame and cleared his throat.� The wigged man asleep in
the chair opened one eye just slightly to make sure no one else was in the
room, then sprang to his feet.

�Milord?�

�I need Fudge.� Prince Harry has
been taken by wizards!�

The portrait man�s eyes grew wide
as saucers.

�Now would be good.� The PM
prompted.

The man in the painting was gone
like a shot.

Not two minutes had passed when
the fireplace in the PM�s office of Number Ten flared to life and disgorged a
middle aged, monocled woman wearing a conservative business suit.

�You�re not Fudge.� The Prime
Minster observed.

�Thank you.�

�I need the Minister for Magic.�

�Amelia Bones, Minister of Magic
for the United Kingdom and territories.� She said, extending her hand.

�And Fudge?�

�Retired, Prime Minister.�

�Prince Harry has been taken, one
of the students, a boy with magical relatives described a device called a portal-key?�

Amelia nodded her head, gravely.

�They can be traced, up to a
point, Prime Minister.� Unfortunately, the farther the distance traveled, the
harder it is to pin-point the actual destination.� I have a team of aurors,
Department of Magical Law Enforcement Constables, on the scene.� Perhaps we
could make use of your computators and �eyes in the skies� to help us narrow
the search.

The magical portrait cleared his
throat, �Beg pardon, Ministers, a message from a Lady Millicent Potter, quote,
�Why not try an owl?� unquote.�

Amelia was halfway to the
fireplace, �Prime Minister, have a team of your best fighters stand by for my
signal,� she threw a simple compact mirror in the PM�s general direction,
�we�ll send along transportation as soon as we�ve located the Prince.�

The MoM threw a handful of powder
into the flames, which flared bright green, and called out, �Lady Helena�s
Apartment!�

Then stepped into the flames and
disappeared.

)O(

�My mum told me once that Queen
Elizabeth the First used to keep track of goings on in the magical world and
that there was always an owl in or near Her Majesty�s rooms.�� Millicent
shrugged, �Maybe Royals can be tracked by owls?�

Harry stroked his beloved snowy
owl, �Hedwig, this is the most important message we�ll ever send.� Can you find
Prince Harry?�

Hedwig barked once and bobbed her
head.

Harry smiled, �Deliver this
message and then get out as fast as you can, all right, m�love?�

The owl nibbled his ear and flew
south by south east.

Harry and his Viper Squadron:
Millicent, Glynda, Pansy, Tracey, Daphne, Bella and Cissy, mounted their brooms
to tag along.

�Stay low ladies and follow me.�

�Nice bum, Harry!� Pansy called
out to the general mirth of the rest of the ladies.

�Focus, Vipera, focus.�

�Oh, we�re focused, milord, yum!�

The general gaiety lasted another
few moments before Harry and his �Viper Squadron� settled into the grim
business of flying Nap of the Earth at one-hundred eighty km per hour.

Twenty minutes into the flight
two things happened simultaneously, Hedwig began to circle high above the
entrance to an old mine and Harry�s ward detector began to buzz angrily.

�That�s my girl,� Harry called
out to Hedwig, �go on back home, now, I don�t want to see you in the middle of
a fight.�

The snowy familiar double-barked,
twice.

�I think I�ve just been told off
by my owl.�

The formation slowed and touched
down lightly in the meadow just out of sight of the mine entrance.

Without a word the well drilled
Viper Squadron shrunk and pocketed their brooms.

Harry signaled Pansy forward and
signed �Rune schemata.�

She nodded and placed three rows
of runes; concealment, detection, and protection.� The first row kept those
within the wards from seeing them, the second pattern revealed the ley lines
that powered the wards around the mine entrance and the third row made it
impossible for the wards to physically touch any of the team � by simple virtue
of denying their physical presence.

As far as the wards were
concerned the members of Viper Squadron were all ghosts.

Harry opened his signaling
mirror, �Mama Bones, this is Viper One.�

�I�ll give you Mama Bones when I
see you next!�

Harry chuckled, �Understood,
Minister, you were right to hold back the SAS, the wards here would have turned
most away and those not redirected would have been just so much hamburger by
now.�

�We�ve got the SAS here; they�re
getting acquainted with their opposite numbers in the Department of Magical Law
Enforcement.� We�ll be at your location in five minutes.�

�Can you use a good curse
breaker?� a slightly familiar voice interjected.

�Bill?�

�Yep, key the beacon.�

Harry placed small, long ruby on
the ground and faced it in the general direction of Hogwarts.

A perfectly cohesive red beam
pierced the night.

Ten seconds later the crack of an
apparition shattered the still air and Bill Weasley found himself staring at
the business end of eight wands.

�Password?�

Bill gulped and made a very sour
face, then choked out, �Snakes rule, lions drool.�

Harry clasped the Curse Breakers
hand, �Welcome.�

�So, Harry, what we got here?�

Harry nodded to Pansy, who said,
�I make half-a dozen cutting and bludgeoning curses, an acid bog and at least
one necro signature, fairly large.�

Bill whistled, �Let�s see, then.�

With a flick of her wand she
keyed the eldest Weasley son to her rune scheme. �We can neutralize the bog
with an application of alkaline, followed by a drying charm � nothing will grow
there, but it�s not like this is prime farmland.�

�Harry,� Bill said, �If you ever
want to loan this one out she�d be one hell of a curse breaker.�

�She can be or do anything she
wants to, Bill.�

�Oh good, I want to have lots of
sex and babies with you, Harry.�

When Bill managed to close his
wide-open mouth, he asked, �Any more at home like you?�

Pansy shrugged and shook her
head.� �Just my mum, I could introduce you, she�s about to get shot of my death
eater step-dad.�

Bill looked thoughtful, �Later,
lets see about bringing this down.�

�Pansy,� Harry asked, �can I go
on in?�

Millicent stood tall and imposing
behind him, becoming his peripheral vision.� �Can we go on in?�

Harry smiled as Millie�s large
hands encircled him protectively from behind.

Pansy smirked and drew her eyeliner
from a thigh pocket.�

�Kneel,� she ordered,
imperiously, and then proceeded to draw protective runes across both Harry and
Millie�s foreheads.

She kissed both their heads and
said, in a voice thick with emotion, �Be careful, I�m off the potion as of this
evening.�

Harry kissed her tenderly then
disillusioned himself and Millicent.

�Into the belly of the beast,� Pansy
whispered, �go carefully.�

The mine shaft led down and into
the mountain at a steady thirty-degree angle, it would have been difficult to
find anyone in there if it hadn�t been for two things.� One, the torches that
lit the way and two, shouted profanities in three languages echoing through the
shafts.

They found the entrance to a
large chamber, well ventilated and lit.� Two school-age boys in blue and white
jerseys and shorts were inching toward them as the screaming match between
Voldemort and Bellatrix and the Cossacks rose to a crescendo.

Harry cupped Millicent�s ear and
whispered, �Protect the Prince, keep yourself and His Highness safe.�

�Yes, dear.�

She moved to intercept the boys.

�Stop!� Bellatrix shrieked.

Everyone froze.

The Dark Lord�s lieutenant strode
away from the argumentative wizards and toward their captives.

�We�re going to take you back to
school, Highness.� No harm will come to you.�

The prince produced his best
imitation of his Mum�s disarming smile, �Very well, we�ll just be going, then.�

�Sorry, Highness, but your
schoolmate stays.�

�I�m not going without him.�

The witch seemed to ponder for a
moment then pointed her wand and shouted, �Stupefy!�

Only to have the bright red spell
rebound on her.

She spun on her Cossacks and
snarled, �Who cast that shield?�

None of the Cossacks had drawn
their wands; half had their knives or whips out, but no wands.

Millicent managed to get close
enough to the prince to disillusion him.

�Don�t move, Highness, and they
won�t see you.�

�Who are you?�

�A friend, shush now.�

If Millicent had been visible she
would have glowed red, she�d just told the Prince, third in line of succession,
to �shush.�

�Help Norman.� he whispered.

The Prince�s schoolmate was
startled by the feeling like that of an egg being broken over his head, and
even more so as he faded from sight.

�Quiet now.� Millie whispered
urgently.

�Who cast that protego?�
Bellatrix demanded again.

The Dark Lord hissed, �Potter,
it�s Potter, he�s here somewhere.�

Voldemort closed his eyes, �I
know you�re in here, Harry, why hide?� By now you must have guessed what the
prophesy really means.�

Harry cast his voice to a far
corner, �Enlighten us, Tom.�

�Think about it, Harry, our wands
won�t work against each other�s; we�ve met and fought, how many times?� We
can�t kill each other, and no one else can do it, for �one must die at the hand
of the other�.

�Don�t you see, Harry?� If we
work together we�re immortal, unstoppable.�

Harry cast his voice a bit closer
to the wall, giving the impression of movement.

�Sure, Tommy, I just have to get
comfortable with the idea of murdering anyone who disagrees with my world view
and adopt the pureblood agenda, oh wait, I can�t.� I�m only a halfblood.� But
then again, so are you.� At least both my parents were mages, your father was
less than a mudblood, he was a muggle.

�Doesn�t that mean you should be
bowing down to me?�

�Crucio!��

�Tsk, tsk, Tommy boy, what did
that wall ever do to you?�

As Harry baited Voldemort
Millicent was quietly ushering the two disillusioned boys out of the mine
entrance.

�Vere iz Prince?� one of the
Russians shouted.

Bellatrix, livid for having been
distracted, screamed, �Potter�s not alone, he�s got someone with him, spread
out, stupefy anything that you bump up against.�

�Ve may hit Prince!�

�Idiot, that�s why I said stupefy
and not kill!�

The twenty Cossacks extended
their hands in a parody of �blind man�s bluff,� trying to locate anyone
disillusioned in the chamber.

As Millie cleared the mine
entrance she heard a sound like a thousand window panes shattering.

The wards had fallen.

She grabbed each boy around the
waist and ran like a footballer away from the cave entrance shouting, �I�ve got
em�, I�ve got em� both!�

She took cover behind a small
hillock and cancelled the disillusionment spell.

As Millie rejoined her Vipera
sisters, two SAS men in battle armor ran up to the trio, �Are you hurt, your
Highness?�

�Fine, I�m fine, Lieutenant,
let�s get Norman here back to Ludgrove, shall we?�

Prince Harry knew that Norman would wake up the next morning with no memory of his brief sojourn into the world
of magic.� He and the other royals knew, of course, that there was a whole
other society in the U.K., but that was a privilege of rank and position.

�You should go with him,
Highness.�

�In a moment, Lieutenant, let me
just give you a quick sketch of the mine.�

The officer nodded and produced a
small journal and biro from one of his many pockets.

�A good sized tunnel entrance
here, four men could walk abreast and not touch the sides, then a large
chamber, a good twenty by thirty meters, but no other tunnels leading away that
I could see.

�Twenty Russians in black Cossack
uniforms.� The Cossacks are holding one woman captive, she might be magical but
I couldn�t really tell.� Then there�s a witch and one, well, I don�t know what
he is but he�s in charge.� Pale, snake-faced bastard.�

�Thank you, Highness, now, if you
please?� the Lieutenant gestured urgently for two more commandos to hustle the
Prince away.

As the two SAS men rounded the
hillock, the ground shook and a smell like putrid meat nearly overwhelmed those
nearby.

The hill rose on short, stout
legs and turned milky white eyes toward the retreating prince.

�Christ, Lieutenant, whot is
that?�

Millicent, trying not to hurl
from the smell, choked out, �A toll, a dead troll � bloody bastard�s
made an inferi from a bloody great troll!�

The inferi had about as much
intelligence as the creature it had been while still among the breathing, that
is to say, �If it moves, smash it.�

And it proceeded to do just that,
bringing its club-like fist down on the first moving thing it saw, one of the
SAS men, who thanked God and Kevlar for his helmet and armor.�

�Take it down!� the Lieutenant
shouted and opened fire on what had been a mountain troll.�

Bill Weasley shouted, �Save your
ammunition, Lef� tenant, we need fyre!�

Pansy cried out, �Vipera
to me!�

The Seven Witches from Slytherin
ringed the troll, circling the mountain of festering meat to keep it
distracted.�

Whatever brain cells remained in
the troll�s skull weren�t enough to give it any kind of strategy.� Smash, stomp
. . . slap.

A massive backhand caught Pansy
unawares as she was intently focused, concentrating on the fiendfyre
spell.

She flew a good ten meters before
landing in a heap.

�Panz!� Millicent cried out, and
started to run toward her.

�Don�t break the circle; we�ve
got to keep this contained!� Glynda ordered, her face a mask of grim
determination.

The remaining Witches traced a
line on the ground, which flared into a hedge of flame, which grew to a column.

Fortunately for the troll, it was
already dead, and beyond pain.�

)O(

Harry felt, rather than heard,
Millie leave the chamber with her two charges.� Breathing a sigh of relief he
edged toward the exit himself.

Bellatrix, more in control of
herself, shouted, �Block the exit, stand guard at the mine entrance!�

Two Cossacks nodded and ran off
through the tunnel.� Mid-way through the tunnel the wards fell, but, professional
soldiers that they were, the Russians still followed orders.

If the Cossack wizards had been
so inclined, they would have learned a new English word that day.

�Tazer.�

Both Russians fell, still jerking
uncontrollably as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through their
stunned bodies.

Using hand signals the SAS men
advanced into the tunnel, along with their DMLE counterparts.

Everyone in the underground
chamber heard the sound of the wards failing.� Voldemort hissed, �Revealo,�
and Harry�s obscuring charm evaporated.

�Oh, great!� Harry exclaimed as
he was ringed by eighteen Cossacks, Voldemort and Bellatrix.

Bellatrix felt her heart leap in
her chest as she looked upon Harry for the first time.

Harry exploded into action,
powerful spell-chains dropped Cossacks left and right, black clad men fell like
so much winter wheat, but they were, first and foremost, warriors.� Fanatically
loyal to their dark lady and well trained.

Once over their initial shock the
remaining Cossacks returned spell-fire, cutting, bludgeoning, blasting until a
lucky shot deprived Harry of his wand, spinning him about in the process.

�I may not be able to kill you,
Harry, but you�d be amazed at how much pain a body can endure and still not
die!� Crucio!�

Harry writhed on the floor as the
Cossacks laughed.

Bellatrix sashayed between
Voldemort and his prey.

The Dark Lord, puzzled, asked,
�Bellatrix, what are you doing?�

�Please, Lord, let me?�

Voldemort smiled.� Bellatrix
liked to play with her food before eating.

�By all means, my dear.�

Bellatrix knelt down by Harry�s
side and caressed his cheek.

�How are you doing this, Potty?�

Harry�s eyes were just beginning
to refocus, �w-what?�

Bellatrix held his jaw in her
hand, �I said, how are you doing this, you look at me and make me want to do
things � I have . . . feelings . . . I�ve not felt since my school
days.�

She stood and balled her fists,
tightly.� �Tell me how you�re doing this and I�ll kill you quickly.� If not . .
.�

She raised her wand, now extruding
the glowing tendrils of a fire-whip and stood trembling over Harry.

�Expeliarmus!�

The wand-whip flew to the far
wall.

Bellatrix turned to see who dared
and saw herself, or rather an image of herself from twenty years before.

�Get away from him you bitch!�

A Cossack threw a cutting hex,
which Bella dodged, mostly.� A thin trickle of blood coursed down one pale cheek.

Bellatrix felt a sting and touched
the cut on her own cheek.

Realization came rushing in as aurors,
along with the rest of the SAS troops, poured into the cavern, firing
non-lethal rounds � or spells - at everything that was standing.

Voldemort roared his defiance but
could not afford to underestimate these magical or muggle warriors.

�Portkeys!� he screamed to the
Cossacks who were still standing.

The Dark Lord, Bellatrix and
perhaps ten Cossacks disappeared in a whirlwind.

�Can we track them?� Pansy asked.

Glynda ran to the center of the
portkey point of origin and pulled a small scrying mirror from her cloak, along
with a crystal hung from silk thread.

She suspended the crystal just
above the surface of the mirror and interpreted the crystal�s movements.

�Due south, looks like they�re
somewhere in Wales.�

�They�ll have portkeyed to five
different locations by now, it�ll be impossible to track them.�

�Wotcher Harry!�

�Cheers, Tonks, we�ve got some
prisoners for you, looks like half of Moldishort�s new recruits.�

Cheryl, who had endured the
non-existent mercies of the Cossacks for weeks separated herself from the
shadows and walked on unsteady legs to the fallen Russians.

Several wands were leveled at the
abused girl until Nymphadora recognized her, �Cheryl?�

The girl turned haunted eyes to
her old schoolmate.

�Tonksy?�

�Yeah, it�s Tonksy.�

Cheryl looked at the fallen
Cossacks, �Sasha�s here.�

With eyes as cold as flint, the
auror bound each Cossack with anti-portkey and anti-apparation chains, then
began to revive each one.

�Sasha?�

�Nyet.�

Then on to the next, and the next
in turn, until one finally said �Da.�

Tonks grinned evilly, �We�re
going t� have a nice long chat, Sasha.�

A simple statement, delivered
with absolute professional courtesy, yet somehow, something about the delivery
made the Cossack�s blood run cold and, for the first time in his life, he
questioned his career choices.

)O(

Sasha looked around his cell in
disgust.� He had endured rougher conditions in his native Siberia.� There was a
comfortable cot with a blanket, good food and those entertaining wizards who
asked him questions over and over again.

He�d answered all their
questions, without reservation.� He was proud of his heritage.� Rape, torture
and murder were simply tools of war and he was very good at war.

His trial before the hastily
convened war tribunal was brief.� His punishment agreed upon by the members of
his victims families.

)O(

Sasha came awake as a rough hand
back-handed him with enough force to loosen two teeth.

�Wha?�

The Cossack was shocked that his
voice was high pitched, feminine.

He looked down at his body and,
where he�d expected to see his Cossack uniform, or the striped uniform of a
convict, he was dressed in a peasant girl�s dress.�

More to his horror, his beard was
gone, and his arms and legs were thin and soft, ending in delicate hands and
bare feet.

He scrambled to his feet to face
his attackers, three Cossacks, scraggly beards reeking of cheap vodka.

�Why are you doing this?� his
disgustingly weak, female voice pleaded.

�To send a message to your
family, Zaichik, besides, we�re going to enjoy this.�

The lead Cossack pushed Sasha
down and laughed as the lithe form struggled vainly.

�You wish to keep your precious
virginity?� the man laughed.

�You will loose that immediately,
first your precious manda, then your zhopa.� By all three of us,
then the fun will begin.�

Some time later, Sasha lay on the
dirt floor of the barn trying to gather scraps of clothing to his, no, make
that her, bruised and bleeding body.� The men had all used her in every
disgusting way, now they would leave her.� Wouldn�t they?

The tormentors, still naked from
the waist down surrounded Sasha and uncoiled their whips.

Full realization came crashing
home as the first whip cut deep into her tender, unprotected flesh.

Sasha the Cossack, rapist and
murderer would know what it was to be a victim.

Death, when it finally came,
would be a blessing.

)O(

Sasha woke in a soft bed,
snuggled under soft, warm blankets.

A dream, it had all been a dream.

She was warm and safe and . . .

The door of her bedroom crashed
in, torn off its hinges by a heavy boot.

Sasha screamed as the black
uniformed man with a scraggly, greasy beard laughed cruelly.

He was followed by four of his
comrades.

Sasha realized that even death
would not release him from his torment.

He had hundreds of deaths to
atone for.

And this was just the beginning.
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