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Chapter Twenty-nine
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Chapter Twenty-nine
Hermione was watching the man posing as Matthew Fargo from the two-way mirror when Ginny Potter joined her in the adjacent room, looking rather cross at her friend. When it became clear that Hermione wasn’t noticing that she wasn’t speaking to her, the red headed witch cleared her throat rather loudly.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione told her, “I figured that having him spank you, as silly as it may seem, would be a win-win situation.”
“How so?” Ginny demanded.
“You like being spanked or are all those stories of your and Harry’s sex life I keep begging you not to tell me a bunch of lies?” She looked at her now blushing friend. “Did you or did you not get hot and bothered by the spanking?”
“Yes, but…”
“And did you or did you not have sex afterwards?” she went on.
“Yes,” Ginny muttered.
“And judging from how red your face is at the moment, it was amazingly hot, wasn’t it?” Hermione just watched as her friend’s face went even redder.
“How was it a win for Harry?”
It was with her brows arched that the smart witch stated, “He’s a wizard, Ginny.”
“Oh right, just because you’re married to a sex fiend…”
“You have that wrong, Mrs. Potter,” Severus said as he joined them. “It is my wife that is the sex fiend. I am but the lucky bastard that benefits from it.”
When Ginny looked to Hermione, the bushy haired witch smiled. “I love sex with my husband.”
“Talk about something I didn’t need to know,” Harry muttered as he entered the room. “Here are the photos you said that you needed, Hermione.” He looked over to Ginny, frowning as he asked, “Why is my wife here?”
“You mean you don’t want triplets?” Hermione inquired, making Harry blanch as his wife glared at him. “It’s just a joke, Ginny.”
The redhead looked over to the other witch. “How is me having triplets a joke?”
“I’ll explain the very moment we’re finished with this entire business.” She took the pictures from Harry, taking up her husband’s hand leading them out of the room in a rush.
“How is it a joke?” Ginny challenged her husband.
Nervously Harry said, “You heard Hermione. She’ll tell you all about it after all of this is over.”
“Someone better or the next one getting spanked is you,” she muttered, turning to see Hermione and Snape walk into the interrogation room.
Harry was quiet a moment before whispering, “Promise?”
***
Hermione and Severus sat down across from the prisoner. Slowly she placed three photos in front of him. One was of Yaxley, the death eater Severus had known back in the day. The man flinched, but clearly out of fear more than anything else. Next was a photo of Jude Paulson, Abraxas Malfoy’s bastard by way of Mrs. Yaxley who was raised by his mother's family and the only photo of the three that was muggle. A flash of sorrow crossed his face and he reached out slightly to the picture, but never touched it. The third and final picture was of the missing auror, Paul-Robert Jenson. Neutrality settled over his features at the sight of it, clearly indicating he didn’t care about the wizard in the photo one way or the other.
“Hello Jude,” Hermione said quietly, having him look at her in shock. “You can’t even imagine the trouble we went to in order to find this photograph of you.”
“Where was it?” he asked her, picking it up as he had wanted to do before.
“Your family,” she told him.
He snorted. “They burnt all the pictures they had of me.”
“That’s the thing with family,” she said casually. “No matter what you may believe there will always be one member that will hold out some hope that their loved one that has gone astray will come back to the fold. For you, it was an aunt. She, unlike your other kin, kept her photos of you.”
“She’s not my aunt,” he said tightly.
Tilting her head, Hermione murmured, “Is that why you ruined your life and abandoned the only family you ever knew? Because of an ill conceived notion as to what is or is not family?”
“I didn’t ruin my life!” he exclaimed, trying to jump up only to be magically slammed back into his chair by Severus.
“Sit down and behave,” Severus told him. “I will not put up with anything coming from you.”
Jude sat up straighter, but said nothing.
“You setup Yaxley’s half-brother to work his floor. He hadn’t been working there but a week. Paul-Robert was moved there at his own request.” She put down the paperwork in front of him. “Did you tell him that you were all related and that the three of you should have a family gathering before your half-brother was given the kiss?”
Jude snorted. “You think you know everything.”
“On the contrary, it is a fool that thinks they know everything, but it is a wise person that knows they have miles to go.” She frowned and looked to her husband. “I think my aunt has that stitched on a pillow.” Hermione looked to the man across from her who was watching her as if she were crazy. “Oh the theories I’ve hatched over these crimes! Each and every one of my ideas was more complex than the next, but never quite on the mark. Which as you can imagine was aggravating. But sometimes the easiest explanations are the hardest to grasp. You contacted Paul-Robert, didn’t you?”
“You know as much,” he muttered.
“Was that a yes?” Severus growled.
“Yes,” Jude replied in a hard voice that wavered slightly as he shot a look over to the tall dark man.
“You asked him to change where he was working in Azkaban didn’t you?”
“You know as much…” He looked startled over to Severus as he shot out of his seat. “Yes! Yes, I asked him!”
“What excuse did you give him?” Hermione inquired.
He fidgeted a minute before murmuring, “You were right. I told him that we should try to get together and this would be our last chance.”
“So you get him to the room with Yaxley, you knock him out, have them switch places, and you get your half-brother out with the help of Auror Fargo in the welcoming room. Then what?” Hermione leaned forward to look at his face closer. “Did your so called family show their true colors once you were free and clear?”
Jude’s hands went into fists that shook as he whispered, “Yaxley said that if he didn’t owe me a life debt, he would have killed me. That he didn’t have the time for a bastard half breed like me.” He swallowed thickly. “I-I didn’t think he meant it, but…”
“But what?” she asked quietly. “He crucioed you?”
He’s eyes squeezed shut as he stammered, “It hurt so badly.” Jude looked to her. “He told me to forget I ever knew he existed.”
“But he knew where you were and he isn’t one to leave loose ends, now is he?” Hermione stood up, walking around to whisper next to his ear, “But then what happened?”
“Fargo found me. He wanted more money.”
“And you just took it as good fortune, didn’t you?” she asked, walking around back to her seat. “Take out the man that would have taken you for every penny you had and stay safe from a half-brother that was becoming more and more insane as each day passed.”
“It’s the polyjuice!” Jude exclaimed. “I told him that if he didn’t stop using it for at least a week for every one that he used it that it could do things to your mind! That nothing would make any sense and that a sane reality…”
“Would never exist again,” Severus finished for him. “Trouble is that Yaxley was a psychopath long before he used it.” Jude looked to him in shock. “Care to guess what he is now?”
“Why did you give your half-brother Whimsy?” Hermione inquired.
He blinked at her a moment before whispering, “I wanted to know that if I couldn’t take care of him, someone would be.”
“You do realize that he’s using Whimsy as a weapon, don’t you?” Hermione stood up and leaned on the table towards him. “Where are they?”
Swallowing thickly he whispered, “There’s a camp just south-west of Oxford. It’s one of the training grounds for the circus that is in the area. He’s working as a roustabout.”
“Where did he get the hair samples for the polyjuice?” Severus was the one to ask.
“From me,” he replied. “I worked as a volunteer at that museum that Fudge was putting together before Lupin was hired. There was a shit load of brushes from Azkaban and estate sales that idiot was planning on displaying. I stole them from the loading dock. I went through them all and was able to find out who the hairs belonged to.”
“Show me on this map where Yaxley is,” Severus told him, putting the map in front of Jude.
He looked and absently pointed to the spot. “That’s it here between Oxpens Road and the Oxford Rail.”
“Is that all we need?” Severus asked Hermione.
She stood up, looking at the man that was now slumping in his seat staring at his own picture. Somehow Hermione had a feeling that the man wasn’t looking at himself so much as his past.
They were on their way out when Jude called out, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He motioned to the official looking paperwork.
“Oh that,” she said casually. “Those are just old transfigured socks I didn’t feel like mending. The scheduling paperwork for Azkaban concerning this case was lost years ago.”
Jude was still screaming and trying to free himself from the chair he was magically affixed to when Harry and the other aurors stepped into the interrogation room to officially arrest him.
***
Ouch! Hermione is a tricky one! LOL!
Time once again for the Review-Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Come as You Are" by Nirvana. Cookies go out to chris7100 and Flaming Moth of Doom. Chocolate sprinkles go out to LadyFireCrab for knowing the group, but not the song. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "I never meant to be so bad to you/One thing I said that I would never do/A review from you and I would fall from grace/And that would wipe the smile right from my face" Okay, here's your hint--This group named after a sub-continent was big in the 1980s. To be perfectly honest, I don't even know if they could even call themselves a one-hit wonder band, but I can say this much--the moment they were there was HOT (CLUE! CLUE!!) LOL! Thanks for reading the story.
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Chapter Twenty-nine
Hermione was watching the man posing as Matthew Fargo from the two-way mirror when Ginny Potter joined her in the adjacent room, looking rather cross at her friend. When it became clear that Hermione wasn’t noticing that she wasn’t speaking to her, the red headed witch cleared her throat rather loudly.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione told her, “I figured that having him spank you, as silly as it may seem, would be a win-win situation.”
“How so?” Ginny demanded.
“You like being spanked or are all those stories of your and Harry’s sex life I keep begging you not to tell me a bunch of lies?” She looked at her now blushing friend. “Did you or did you not get hot and bothered by the spanking?”
“Yes, but…”
“And did you or did you not have sex afterwards?” she went on.
“Yes,” Ginny muttered.
“And judging from how red your face is at the moment, it was amazingly hot, wasn’t it?” Hermione just watched as her friend’s face went even redder.
“How was it a win for Harry?”
It was with her brows arched that the smart witch stated, “He’s a wizard, Ginny.”
“Oh right, just because you’re married to a sex fiend…”
“You have that wrong, Mrs. Potter,” Severus said as he joined them. “It is my wife that is the sex fiend. I am but the lucky bastard that benefits from it.”
When Ginny looked to Hermione, the bushy haired witch smiled. “I love sex with my husband.”
“Talk about something I didn’t need to know,” Harry muttered as he entered the room. “Here are the photos you said that you needed, Hermione.” He looked over to Ginny, frowning as he asked, “Why is my wife here?”
“You mean you don’t want triplets?” Hermione inquired, making Harry blanch as his wife glared at him. “It’s just a joke, Ginny.”
The redhead looked over to the other witch. “How is me having triplets a joke?”
“I’ll explain the very moment we’re finished with this entire business.” She took the pictures from Harry, taking up her husband’s hand leading them out of the room in a rush.
“How is it a joke?” Ginny challenged her husband.
Nervously Harry said, “You heard Hermione. She’ll tell you all about it after all of this is over.”
“Someone better or the next one getting spanked is you,” she muttered, turning to see Hermione and Snape walk into the interrogation room.
Harry was quiet a moment before whispering, “Promise?”
***
Hermione and Severus sat down across from the prisoner. Slowly she placed three photos in front of him. One was of Yaxley, the death eater Severus had known back in the day. The man flinched, but clearly out of fear more than anything else. Next was a photo of Jude Paulson, Abraxas Malfoy’s bastard by way of Mrs. Yaxley who was raised by his mother's family and the only photo of the three that was muggle. A flash of sorrow crossed his face and he reached out slightly to the picture, but never touched it. The third and final picture was of the missing auror, Paul-Robert Jenson. Neutrality settled over his features at the sight of it, clearly indicating he didn’t care about the wizard in the photo one way or the other.
“Hello Jude,” Hermione said quietly, having him look at her in shock. “You can’t even imagine the trouble we went to in order to find this photograph of you.”
“Where was it?” he asked her, picking it up as he had wanted to do before.
“Your family,” she told him.
He snorted. “They burnt all the pictures they had of me.”
“That’s the thing with family,” she said casually. “No matter what you may believe there will always be one member that will hold out some hope that their loved one that has gone astray will come back to the fold. For you, it was an aunt. She, unlike your other kin, kept her photos of you.”
“She’s not my aunt,” he said tightly.
Tilting her head, Hermione murmured, “Is that why you ruined your life and abandoned the only family you ever knew? Because of an ill conceived notion as to what is or is not family?”
“I didn’t ruin my life!” he exclaimed, trying to jump up only to be magically slammed back into his chair by Severus.
“Sit down and behave,” Severus told him. “I will not put up with anything coming from you.”
Jude sat up straighter, but said nothing.
“You setup Yaxley’s half-brother to work his floor. He hadn’t been working there but a week. Paul-Robert was moved there at his own request.” She put down the paperwork in front of him. “Did you tell him that you were all related and that the three of you should have a family gathering before your half-brother was given the kiss?”
Jude snorted. “You think you know everything.”
“On the contrary, it is a fool that thinks they know everything, but it is a wise person that knows they have miles to go.” She frowned and looked to her husband. “I think my aunt has that stitched on a pillow.” Hermione looked to the man across from her who was watching her as if she were crazy. “Oh the theories I’ve hatched over these crimes! Each and every one of my ideas was more complex than the next, but never quite on the mark. Which as you can imagine was aggravating. But sometimes the easiest explanations are the hardest to grasp. You contacted Paul-Robert, didn’t you?”
“You know as much,” he muttered.
“Was that a yes?” Severus growled.
“Yes,” Jude replied in a hard voice that wavered slightly as he shot a look over to the tall dark man.
“You asked him to change where he was working in Azkaban didn’t you?”
“You know as much…” He looked startled over to Severus as he shot out of his seat. “Yes! Yes, I asked him!”
“What excuse did you give him?” Hermione inquired.
He fidgeted a minute before murmuring, “You were right. I told him that we should try to get together and this would be our last chance.”
“So you get him to the room with Yaxley, you knock him out, have them switch places, and you get your half-brother out with the help of Auror Fargo in the welcoming room. Then what?” Hermione leaned forward to look at his face closer. “Did your so called family show their true colors once you were free and clear?”
Jude’s hands went into fists that shook as he whispered, “Yaxley said that if he didn’t owe me a life debt, he would have killed me. That he didn’t have the time for a bastard half breed like me.” He swallowed thickly. “I-I didn’t think he meant it, but…”
“But what?” she asked quietly. “He crucioed you?”
He’s eyes squeezed shut as he stammered, “It hurt so badly.” Jude looked to her. “He told me to forget I ever knew he existed.”
“But he knew where you were and he isn’t one to leave loose ends, now is he?” Hermione stood up, walking around to whisper next to his ear, “But then what happened?”
“Fargo found me. He wanted more money.”
“And you just took it as good fortune, didn’t you?” she asked, walking around back to her seat. “Take out the man that would have taken you for every penny you had and stay safe from a half-brother that was becoming more and more insane as each day passed.”
“It’s the polyjuice!” Jude exclaimed. “I told him that if he didn’t stop using it for at least a week for every one that he used it that it could do things to your mind! That nothing would make any sense and that a sane reality…”
“Would never exist again,” Severus finished for him. “Trouble is that Yaxley was a psychopath long before he used it.” Jude looked to him in shock. “Care to guess what he is now?”
“Why did you give your half-brother Whimsy?” Hermione inquired.
He blinked at her a moment before whispering, “I wanted to know that if I couldn’t take care of him, someone would be.”
“You do realize that he’s using Whimsy as a weapon, don’t you?” Hermione stood up and leaned on the table towards him. “Where are they?”
Swallowing thickly he whispered, “There’s a camp just south-west of Oxford. It’s one of the training grounds for the circus that is in the area. He’s working as a roustabout.”
“Where did he get the hair samples for the polyjuice?” Severus was the one to ask.
“From me,” he replied. “I worked as a volunteer at that museum that Fudge was putting together before Lupin was hired. There was a shit load of brushes from Azkaban and estate sales that idiot was planning on displaying. I stole them from the loading dock. I went through them all and was able to find out who the hairs belonged to.”
“Show me on this map where Yaxley is,” Severus told him, putting the map in front of Jude.
He looked and absently pointed to the spot. “That’s it here between Oxpens Road and the Oxford Rail.”
“Is that all we need?” Severus asked Hermione.
She stood up, looking at the man that was now slumping in his seat staring at his own picture. Somehow Hermione had a feeling that the man wasn’t looking at himself so much as his past.
They were on their way out when Jude called out, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He motioned to the official looking paperwork.
“Oh that,” she said casually. “Those are just old transfigured socks I didn’t feel like mending. The scheduling paperwork for Azkaban concerning this case was lost years ago.”
Jude was still screaming and trying to free himself from the chair he was magically affixed to when Harry and the other aurors stepped into the interrogation room to officially arrest him.
***
Ouch! Hermione is a tricky one! LOL!
Time once again for the Review-Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Come as You Are" by Nirvana. Cookies go out to chris7100 and Flaming Moth of Doom. Chocolate sprinkles go out to LadyFireCrab for knowing the group, but not the song. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "I never meant to be so bad to you/One thing I said that I would never do/A review from you and I would fall from grace/And that would wipe the smile right from my face" Okay, here's your hint--This group named after a sub-continent was big in the 1980s. To be perfectly honest, I don't even know if they could even call themselves a one-hit wonder band, but I can say this much--the moment they were there was HOT (CLUE! CLUE!!) LOL! Thanks for reading the story.