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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288609 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Brief mention of scat again - nothing too detailed...

Training Day

Still in a bed in the hospital wing, next to Crabbe and Goyle’s beds, Draco Malfoy seethed—a bubbling cauldron of rage, misery, humiliation, and anxiety churning in his gut.
It was late Saturday evening; Goyle was snoring and Crabbe was sucking his thumb, whimpering at intervals. They had been in the infirmary nearly twenty-four hours now.
Draco stared at the dark ceiling above, unable to scrub the moments of terror and revulsion from his frontal lobes. The stench of filthy, sweaty troll crotches clung to his nostrils, nor could he get out of his mouth the taste and feel of the slimy troll semen which had swollen his belly, no matter how much water he drank, or however many times he cleaned his teeth and gargled mouthwash.
Even after many pain potions, calming draughts, and healing spells and potions, Draco’s throat and bottom hole still felt extremely sore. He had to constantly will himself to relax, lest his anus contract and send a sharp, burning sensation shooting through him.
But worse than the pain and the revulsion was the feeling of debasement. Draco had lost count of how many troll cocks had been forced down his throat and up his rear-end. He had been well and truly fucked countless times by a bunch of trolls—very, very male trolls.
And to make matters even more humiliating, he had got a stiffy, the bell-end of which had been scraped raw against the bark of the log over which he had been raped. Not to mention that he had himself ejaculated more than once during the entire, sordid ordeal.
Draco refused to believe it. He wasn’t a poof or a fairy. He wasn’t a Nancy-boy—he just wasn’t!
The bile rose in his throat at the thought of swallowing all that troll-sperm; he leaned over the side of his hospital bed and threw up again. Draco was so busy heaving that he didn’t hear Madam Pomfrey approaching until she waved her wand and he stopped vomiting.
“That’s enough brooding, Mr. Malfoy,” said Madam Pomfrey sharply.
“I don’t want—”
“That’s the sixth time today you’ve thrown up. You will take a sleeping draught—a Dreamless Sleep potion at that—if you want me to keep what happened to myself,” she snapped. “Or the headmaster and your father will be informed…”
“NO!” said Draco in a panicky voice. “Please! No one can know about this! I’ll take the sleeping draught.”
“Very good,” said Pomfrey, her voice softening. “Right then—down the hatch.”
Draco did as he was told and finally drifted off to sleep. When he woke up the next morning, Sunday, Draco felt much better, but very angry. His manhood had been stolen and he was going to get it back.
Having decided that Draco and his fellow Slytherins were well enough to leave the hospital wing if they wanted, Pomfrey begrudgingly let them go off to breakfast.
“Now remember,” Draco told Crabbe and Goyle officiously on the way to the Great Hall, “you can’t tell anyone—”
“You kiddin’?” said Goyle, looking incredulous that Draco thought he might let anything like that slip. “I ain’t never telling nobody we got buggered by Trolls.”
“Me neither,” said Crabbe, shaking his head vigorously, his eyes wide.
“Yeah—er, okay, good!” said Draco, relieved to see that Crabbe and Goyle weren’t so thick that they didn’t understand why it would be a bad thing to tell anyone.
When Draco sat down to eat breakfast, more than half of Slytherin had already finished and gone off to spend their Sunday lounging around or doing whatever. But one of the Receptacles was still having her cum breakfast under the Slytherin table. Thankfully, it was that ex-Gryffindor bitch, Katie Bell. For some reason, Draco felt like it would be bad luck to have another go at Roper.
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and he glanced over at the Ravenclaw table where several girls were eyeballing him. Draco had a brief horrible thought that maybe they knew he’d been raped by a gang of trolls; then he decided that they were just looking at him because they had noticed that he was quite late for breakfast. He sneered at them and piled scrambled eggs and bacon on his plate.
“Get over here, Cunt!” he barked at Katie Bell when she had finished sucking off Marcus Flint.
Draco roughly grasped a fistful of Bell’s hair and dragged her closer, making her squeal with pain. Good! He was going to show her who was Boss! He looked down to see her already cum-splattered features as she peered back up at him tearfully, and he decided she’d look better with a whole load more spunk on her face.
Taking out his wand, Draco unzipped his trousers, releasing his cock and muttering, “Engorgio.” He kept the spell going until his dick was a good deal longer and fatter than any troll penis. Then, for good measure, his wand still aimed at his crotch, he also incanted, “Sperma Magnitudo Maxima,” a spell he had learned last week before the Troll-Incident. He had planned on using it to feed Roper the next time she dined on Slytherin semen.
“I hope you’re still hungry, Cunt,” Draco snarled, yanking her hair again.
Dejectedly, looking defeated, Bell opened her lips. Draco shoved the gargantuan blazing red knob of his Hagrid sized erection into her mouth. He rubbed it on her tongue a few times, making her suck it. Then, with both hands gripping her head, he savagely jammed the entire length of his cock down her throat, enjoying the sounds of her choking and gagging.
For a moment Draco simply held her in place, reveling in the feel of her wet, warm sheath contracting around his shaft. Then he began to violently fuck Bell’s throat.
“Like that, do you, you fucking whore?” he growled, hearing her muffled cries, “Feels good to be face-fucked by a real man, doesn’t it?”
The giddiness surged, coursing through his veins, and when he felt he was about to climax, he smashed Bell’s face into his crotch, imprisoning her in that position while he blew his load. Draco grunted as he exploded, spewing jets of his boiling spunk into her stomach.
The spell to increase the regeneration and output of his sperm was working wildly beyond Draco’s expectations. One minute—two minutes—five minutes… Draco continued ejaculating into Bell’s throat with the force of a firehose, determined to flood her stomach until it made her belly bulge, while the rest of the Slytherins rolled their eyes and grew bored.
Katie Bell slumped as it went on and on. For another fifteen minutes as the Great Hall emptied, Draco pumped gallons of semen into Katie Bell’s gullet until it sprayed from between her lips and his shaft and gushed from her nostrils. Finally, Draco reckoned it was time to finish her off.
He slid his gigantic, still squirting penis out of Bell’s throat; cum spilled from her sputtering, gasping mouth. Draco blasted her face with semen, dousing her hair—he fisted his cock until her entire head was drenched with his sticky seed.
Feeling satisfied and manly again, Draco waved his wand at his balls to halt the sperm production.
“Back to your cage, you cum guzzling slut,” he ordered Katie.
He followed her and kicked her pussy several times along the way as she meekly obeyed, barely able to see through her stinging eyes as his semen dangled from her nose and chin and the ends of her bedraggled hair, leaving a trail of jizz on the marble floor
“Stop,” said Draco commandingly as the cage door clanged shut behind her. “And then turn around.”
Katie’s ceiling chain unfurled with a rattle and attached itself to her collar; her arms shot up, propelled by an invisible force, and the steel shackles snapped around her wrists, binding them to the chain. She maneouvred around on her knees until she faced Draco, her face still masked with cum.
Flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, Draco unzipped himself again, pulling out his flaccid cock.
“Open your mouth!” he barked.
Grinning nastily, Draco released his bladder, pissing first all over her face and breasts. He then aimed his stream of steaming urine into Katie’s open mouth where it splashed onto her tongue and against the back of her throat.
“Swallow it, bitch! Drink it down!”
Draco watched Katie’s Adam’s apple bob as she gulped it down while he continued to pee into her mouth. When he was empty, he shook the last few drops onto her face and put his dick back in his trousers.
He shot a look at Sophie Roper, whose own face was splattered with her breakfast left-overs; Hydra’s three heads poked out from her pussy lips, flicking their tongues and hissing. Draco sneered; he didn’t want to get anywhere near her, but he wasn’t going to let an opportunity to humiliate Roper go to waste.
“You know what to do, Receptacle,” he said coldly, “Clean the other cunt up and then lick the floor clean.”
Then Draco whirled around and stalked out of the Great Hall with Crabbe and Goyle, feeling like a man again.
~oOo~
Susan Bones and Hannah eagerly practiced stunning and shielding with Cho Chang and her friend, Marietta. Parvati and Lavender were paired off with Parvati’s sister, Padma, and a Ravenclaw girl named Lisa. The other two Gryffindors, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnett, were practicing with two of the older Ravenclaw girls, and the rest of the Ravenclaw witches were paired up and practicing with each other.
The wooded glade in the Forbidden Forest, on the side of the castle opposite from Hagrid’s hut and the paddocks, rang out with the sound of spells crackling and popping.
Hannah kept getting zapped by Cho and tumbling to the forest floor, but Susan was thrilled at how well she, herself, was doing against Marietta. The second year Ravenclaw just couldn’t seem to concentrate enough to react in time with her blocking spells.
Susan feinted with her wand and Marietta yelled, “Protego.”
“Stupefy,” shouted Susan the moment Marietta dropped her guard.
Marietta collapsed into the mossy undergrowth and ferns yet again.
“Enervate,” said Penelope Clearwater, pointing her wand at Marietta who groaned and sat up.
Penelope was overseeing the training and wandering about, reviving the stunned.
“That was brilliant, Susan!” she marveled. “It’s hard to believe you’re only a first year. I’ve watched the sixth and seventh years practicing, and most of them still haven’t figured out how to use the spells tactically.”
“I just want to be good enough to help Sophie and Katie escape if we have to fight anyone,” squeaked Susan, blushing at Penelope’s high praises.
“Well, hopefully it won’t come to that,” said Penelope, “but once you’ve learned how to do the spells without saying them out loud, you’ll at least stand a chance against the older students and maybe some of the professors.”
“You can do spells without saying them?” asked Hannah, looking surprised.
“Certainly,” said Penelope. “In class, you’ve seen the teachers doing magic without incantations, right? That’s because they say the spells in their minds.”
“Oh!” said Susan excitedly, “Can we start practicing that now?”
“Great!” grumbled Marietta, “It’s hard enough as it is. I’ll never know when a spell is coming, then.”
Hannah nodded in agreement.
“That’s the whole point, but don’t worry about it just yet, you two,” said Penelope, smiling sympathetically. “It’s really hard doing the spells nonverbally. It’s not even taught until sixth year—I’ll make sure you’re all up to speed before we move on to that.”
“How come you know how to do it?” Hannah asked. “You’re in fifth year, aren’t you?”
“I’ve already read all of the sixth-year books as well as the fifth-year books,” Penelope responded, her expression wry now. “I’ve been practicing since July…”
Penelope trailed off and looked at her watch.
“Alright, you lot,” she shouted to be heard over the spell-fire, “it’s nearly lunchtime—time to knock off.”
“Can’t we practice a bit more?” moaned Alicia. “I was just starting to get the hang of it.”
“Maybe after lunch for a bit,” said Penelope. “There are too many of us. … If we don’t show up for lunch, people will notice and start wondering what we’re all up to—”
A crashing through bushes and trees cut Penelope off and everyone started with fright, quickly pointing their wands in the direction of the sound. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it was their look-out man.
“Careful now,” said Hagrid, his bristly beard twitching with mirth, “Yeh wouldn’ want ter stun me—I could tip over an’ flatten the lot of yeh … Not that it’d do me much harm, really,” he added with a wink. “Anyway, just thought yeh’d wanna know it’s nearly time fer lunch.”
“Thanks, Hagrid,” said Penelope. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
The assemblage of young witches traipsed back through the forest toward the castle. A few of them at a time casually ambled out of the brambly bushes and birches and yews at the edge of the woods.
Susan bit her lip and looked up at Penelope while they waited to let some of the others go first, her expression earnest and questioning.
“How’s it going with working out the spells on the cage?” she asked the Ravenclaw prefect.
“Claudia and I have managed to work out counter-spells for at least two of the enchantments,” said Penelope, giving Susan and Hannah an apologetic look. “There are half a dozen more wards—all of them more complicated—so it might be a few more weeks at least—hopefully we’ll be able to work them out before the Christmas holidays.”
“Oh,” Susan sighed resignedly. “I hope Sophie and Katie can manage until then. Some of the boys are being meaner than ever.”
“That’s true,” said Penelope ruefully. “Still—I’ve got some more plans up my sleeve for Malfoy, because I just know he’s not going to stop being horrible. And if any of the other boys get too awful—like the Twins and some of the other Slytherins…”
“…and Zacharias Smith,” chimed in Hannah, scowling.
“And Zacharias Smith,” Penelope agreed. “We’ll make sure they all pay for it too, okay?”
~o0o~
Ginny took her seat at the kitchen table for Sunday lunch with Mum and Dad, hoping the Gnomes weren’t being too horrible to Ron—not any more than they had been anyway.
Mum had had a bloody blue fit when Ron had told her what they were doing to him, and she had been determined to murder the lot of them herself. But Ron had begged her to leave it well enough alone and let him put up with it as his punishment, insisting that he deserved it for being so mean and nasty to Harriet and that Hermione Granger girl.
Then he had told Mum everything about what Fred and George and Percy had been getting up to at Hogwarts and had supported Ginny’s ideas for their punishment. Mum had been horrified when Ron had confirmed all of Ginny’s worst fears about the twins.
Looking extremely disturbed, and against her own natural motherly inclinations, she had reluctantly allowed Ron to continue letting the Gnomes violate him, seeing as they didn’t seem to be injuring him at least.
That had been two days ago. Mum had kept it to herself, looking deep in thought the entire time. Finally, after breakfast, she had sent Ginny upstairs to her room and sat down with Dad, telling him everything.
Ginny hadn’t been surprised when she heard Dad bellowing, “They did WHAT?... for the last three bloody years?” Then she had heard Ron being called away from his homework to talk to Mum and Dad in the kitchen. Then things had been quiet for a good long while, and then she heard the kitchen door to the yard opening and shutting, and Ginny was called back downstairs to have lunch.
A roast ham sat on the table, surrounded by roast potatoes, carrots and string-beans. They all ate in silence, and Mum and Dad looked so serious that Ginny almost didn’t like to ask what they had decided. When they had all finished lunch, and were washing it down with tea (apple juice for Ginny), Dad added a healthy splash of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey to his teacup, then drained the lot in one long gulp.
“Hmm…ahem,” said Dad, clearing his throat, “Well, Ginny, erm… As you are aware, your mum and I had a long talk about things. … To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t at all keen to have this conversation with you. … It’s not often that parents let their children have a say in the punishment of their other children after all. But, after your mother explained things to me—how you feel about the situation as a young girl yourself—and how she would feel if your brothers were doing those…those… abominable things to you—I can’t say I disagree at all that you should be involved.
“I have considered your suggestions, and Ron says he agrees with them. He even offered himself up to be punished just as severely as you think your other brothers deserve to be punished…”
“Oh!” said Ginny, surprised. She hadn’t expected Ron to go that far. “No, I don’t think Ron should be punished like that anymore—I mean, he’s really, really, really sorry already—and… and he’s out there with the Gnomes right now, isn’t he?”
Dad sighed and nodded.
“Against my better judgment, yes.”
“So, that means—?”
“That means we—your mother and I—have decided that some of your suggestions make sense, yes, given the severity of their actions. … As you pointed out to your mum, if these were normal times, they would be looking at many, many years in Azkaban.
“So, if you are prepared to have your other brothers at home to face the consequences of their actions, then we are too. … I know it’s been difficult enough for you though, just trying to avoid seeing Ron naked—what will come will likely be much worse…”
“If it means stopping them from doing horrible, disgusting, gross things to more girls, then I’m ready,” said Ginny, glowering and jutting her jaw in fierce determination.
“I thought you would say that,” said Dad, nodding his head and adjusting his glasses. He sighed. “Very well, if you change your mind, just let me or your mother know. You are always welcome to stay with your cousins in Ireland, or Aunt Muriel while…”
“I’ll stay,” Ginny insisted. “It’ll make them feel worse…”
“Let me finish—your mother and I will be setting up a cage in the living room—one much like the one in the Great Hall at Hogwarts…”
“And you’re going to do all the horrid things to them that they did to the girls?”
“Not exactly,” said Dad, rubbing at his forehead and looking pained. “I couldn’t possibly… I have a much more appropriate idea—the magical slave collars will compel them…”
Ginny’s eyes widened; she gasped in sudden understanding and interrupted again. “They’re going to have to do those things to each other, aren’t they?”
~oOo~
Professor Flitwick eyed the girls trickling in by the pairs or threes and taking seats at the Ravenclaw table, looking almost too innocent for words. Penelope and Padma and the two Gryffindors with whom they had been caught by Filch not so long ago had been spending even more time together. And now the Hufflepuff friends of Miss Roper and the two members of the Gryffindor quidditch team to which Miss Bell had belonged were also frequently in their company.
There was clearly something going on, and Flitwick had a fairly good idea what they were most likely getting up to. He rubbed at his forehead and sighed, wondering if he or Minerva would have to obliviate Argus Filch again. Flitwick glanced first at the headmaster, happy to see that he was chatting away with Professor Slughorn, apparently unaware that a potential student rebellion was brewing. He caught Minerva’s eye and she gave him a sardonic smile.
“Perhaps you would like to share a bottle of wine with me after lunch, Filius,” said the deputy headmistress. “I have some ideas for a few changes in the Charms syllabus…”
~oOo~
Katie was still feeling rather ill from her breakfast—a few gallons of Malfoy’s semen—and her morning “tea”—Malfoy’s urine. Her swollen belly had gradually deflated, and she had peed much of it out into the tin pail.
From Sophie’s almost green features, the younger girl appeared to still be feeling sick as well, which wasn’t surprising as she had spent the last few hours cleaning Malfoy’s pee and copious amounts of sticky cum from Katie’s face, hair, and breasts with her tongue, and then licked up the puddles on the marble floor.
It had proved to be quite entertaining for the few students who had straggled in the Great Hall following breakfast, and Sophie had barely finished when lunch began.
Sophie was leaning against her shoulder now, drawing what comfort she could from Katie’s affection. Katie kissed the top of Sophie’s head and felt her snuggling closer, glad when lunch was over, and the Great Hall emptied. Katie hoped they might have the entire Hall to themselves for a while, thinking it would be nice to breastfeed Sophie and make themselves both feel better.
For a moment it seemed like her wish would come true—there was almost no one left in the Great Hall, just the two at the Gryffindor table who rose lazily to their feet, rubbing their full bellies with satisfied expressions on their faces. Then Katie’s stomach lurched when she saw who it was, and she felt Sophie stiffen next to her.
“I must say, oh brother of mine,” said Fred in a faux posh accent as he and his twin strolled closer to the cage, “such a splendid lunch today, was it not?”
“Oh yes, my dearest brother,” George returned, his nose in the air. “‘Twas most delightful indeed…”
“…and ‘tis most unfortunate that some in this world go hungry whilst others dine in abundance,” Fred continued, gesturing at Katie and Sophie. “Take these two poor souls for example, having naught for lunch, bearing witness as we feasted in their presence…”
“Why that is quite true, my good man,” said George, appearing to mull over Fred’s statement as if the thought had only just occurred to him. “How cruel and unkind we wouldst be were we to let these two go without sustenance. What an affront to human decency. Perhaps we might have some means of providing them nourishment?”
Katie’s stomach tightened, and her breath quickened; whatever they were planning, she knew it couldn’t be good.
“Alas, oh brother of mine,” said Fred, “we have naught of our own to offer these sorry souls. But fear not, for I have a solution to their quandary.”
“Oh? Pray tell, brother dearest.”
Fred motioned toward the clean litter-box in the cage. “It wouldst appear that neither hast expelled their most vital essence—a resource which surely ought not go to waste.”
“By jove, my good fellow,” said George, “I do believe you’re onto something. Why, this wretched pair mayest provide sustenance to each other, whilst evacuating their digestive tracts…”
“WHAT?” shrieked Katie, her eyes bulging with horror, “You can’t…”
“What are they saying Katie?” asked Sophie, who was clearly confused by Fred and George’s patter. “I don’t understand.”
“They’re saying…”
“We’re saying shut the hell up, you ungrateful bitch,” said Fred, an evil smile curling his lips as he eyed Sophie. “Why spoil the surprise?”
Compelled to follow Fred’s command by her collar, Katie gave Sophie an anguished look, trying to communicate with her eyes that which she was no longer allowed to speak.
“That’s better,” said Fred, now looking smug. “Now be a good pet,” he told Sophie, “and lie flat on your back, knees up if necessary.”
Looking very bewildered, Sophie followed Fred’s orders, clumsily shifting around, her chains and shackles clinking and jangling as she lay down.
“There’s a good girl then,” said Fred, as if talking to an obedient puppy, “Now open your mouth, and ready yourself for a tasty treat. You must swallow ever bite and don’t forget to chew.”
Sophie was shaking with fright now, knowing that whatever was happening was going to be horrible.
Fred grinned at Katie.
“You seem to know what you’re supposed to do, Receptacle 1028. Now go on, be a good bitch and feed Receptacle 1027—and then she can feed you.”
Katie shot Fred a vicious death-glare as George chortled beside him. She levered herself up the iron bars and maneouvred into the only position that her spreader bar allowed, facing the rear of the cage, crouching down and leaning forward, slowly lowering her bum into place.
Katie felt her colon responding to the command and desperately tried to send a mental apology to Sophie.
~oOo~
Sophie felt the big horrid snake inside her, most of it coiled inside her womb, slithering its three heads from one end of her vagina to the other, slowly fucking her from the inside as it did during most of its waking hours when it wasn’t poking out and biting her inner thighs and pussy lips. She heard Katie shuffling around and chains clinking, still not sure what was going on.
It wasn’t until she saw Katie’s bottom crack approaching her face that Sophie finally worked out what was happening. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and a whine escaped from her throat as she looked up into Katie’s glistening pink vulva which was hovering just above her eyes, too frightened to look at Katie’s anus, which was hovering just above her wide-open mouth.
Sophie could smell it coming and squeezed her eyes shut, and then she felt it plop onto her tongue…
~oOo~
Flitwick sipped the red wine, savouring the robust, fruity flavour as it washed over his palette.
“My goodness, Minerva,” he nodded appreciatively, “sweet, just enough tartness to tingle the tongue—this is heavenly!”
“It’s from the Delacour Vineyards in the south of France,” said McGonagall, looking up from the letter which she had just received through the floo, “Olympe sent me several bottles for my birthday.”
“Ah, Olympe,” Flitwick sighed fondly, “I haven’t seen her in ages—not since shortly after the end of the war—no surprise there I suppose. How is she doing by the way? … Is all well at Beauxbatons?”
“Quite well,” said McGonagall dryly. “I daresay a good deal better than here at Hogwarts.”
“Yes—indeed!” Flitwick sighed again, this time resignedly. “I take it you have seen the signs yourself?”
“If by signs you mean the four musketeers and their new companions, then yes. It would seem they are planning another jailbreak.”
Flitwick took a longer draw on his glass of wine, giving the tingles time to reach his brain.
“It would seem so,” he said uncertainly. “What are you intending to do about it?”
“Do?” said McGonagall haughtily, as if wounded that Flitwick even had to ask, “Why, I’m going to help them of course! What did you think I was going to do?”
Flitwick let out yet another sigh, this one of relief.
“My apologies, Minerva. It never pays to assume—I wasn’t certain that you would want to take the risk again—not quite so soon after the last break-out, anyway.”
“Fair point,” said McGonagall, sounding less annoyed. “Still, we cannot sit idly by while young girls take on the task of revolution by themselves, without the supervision of adults. We must do all we can to aid them, while keeping our own involvement from the prying eyes of the headmaster—at least until the moment is right.
“If Albus were to discover what is going on right under his nose right now, we would be out on our ears and in Azkaban faster than you can say pixie-dust. We can do far more good here than we can in Azkaban.”
“Good! Excellent! My thoughts precisely,” Flitwick agreed. “Now, what are we to do with Miss Roper and Miss Bell once we have abetted their escape? Should we approach Sirius Black?”
“I suspect that Sirius has enough on his plate at the moment, adjusting to life as a free man, a guardian, and his newfound responsibilities as a member of the Wizengamot. No—I was thinking more along the lines of someone much more accustomed to raising children—someone with a strong calling to protect muggles and muggleborns from the likes of those in power…”
“The Weasleys, then!” Flitwick interjected, light dawning, “Of course! But what of the Weasley boys? They are amongst those who have taken a shine to chattel slavery like ducks to water—seeking pleasures in some of the most vile acts against those they have been led to believe are less than human.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.” A smirk crept to McGonagall’s pursed lips. “At the moment, Ronald Weasley is currently at home being retrained in the ways of human decency—by the means of enduring some of the indignities of being a Receptacle himself—and I expect the Twins will be called home any day now to be reeducated as well…”
“Oh? But then surely that will be quite traumatic for the girls, will it not? To face those who have been abusing and violating them on a daily basis?”
“In this case, I think not,” said McGonagall as she held up the letter which had flown out of green flames in her fireplace not more than ten minutes ago, “You see, this is from Molly and Arthur themselves, and I do believe that their plan to reeducate the boys to be more civilised will benefit the lads even more by having witnesses to their disgrace, and that it will also benefit the girls greatly to see their abusers face well-deserved justice…”
~oOo~
Sirius grinned at the three nude young witches as he and Remus both put on their heavy overcoats to shield themselves from the worst of the downpour drenching London.
“Right then, you three, don’t get up to too much mischief while Remus and I are out—we probably won’t be back till very late tonight.”
Dora rolled her eyes. “Blimey Sirius! Whadda you think we’re gonna do—get smashed on butterbeer and destroy the house?”
Harriet and Hermione both chortled
“We’ll probably just watch the telly for a bit,” Dora went on, “—listen to some music—eat snacks—that sorta thing.”
“Hmm…” said Remus, his moustache twitching. “I think Sirius was meaning that certain activities should be confined to your bedrooms—to avoid any potentially awkward moments when we return.”
“Oh, er—” said Dora, turning pink; Harriet and Hermione both reddened as well.
“Er, where are you going then?” asked Harriet, changing the subject.
“To meet some old friends,” said Sirius. “I believe you both know a girl at Hogwarts named Susan Bones?”
“I think Hermione knows her a bit more than I do,” said Harriet, grinning; Hermione’s face turned scarlet.
“She was very sweet,” said Hermione defensively.
“I know,” said Harriet quickly, “Sorry! I was just teasing.”
“Anyway,” said Remus, jumping back into the conversation, “we’re meeting Susan Bones’s aunt—she was instrumental in the fight against Voldemort last time—though she was an Auror at the time and we actually didn’t have a lot of contact with her personally. There was another Auror who we worked very closely with though—we’ll be meeting up with him as well.”
“And a few others we used to work with too,” Sirius added. “People we can trust—people who haven’t supported Dumbledore ever since he made that godawful deal with Lucius Malfoy…”
“Oh,” said Harriet, looking more serious, “You’re going to come up with a plan to fight Dumbledore now, aren’t you?”
“Er… something like that,” said Sirius, feeling a bit disconcerted, “But we’re not going to rush headlong into anything—I promise. For the time being we’ll just be seeing what we can do in secret to undermine the current system.”
“For now, we just want you both to feel safe while we train you up and teach you magic,” said Remus. “If any real fighting does break out sometime in the future, you both need to be prepared.”
“And I expect you’ll be a force to reckon with, Harriet, once you are,” Sirius added with a look of pride. “When you learn to channel the level of power that you displayed with your accidental magic, I think you will likely have the power to rival or even best Dumbledore…”
“Yes, well, that will require quick reflexes, no small amount of skill, sharp wit, and a strong knowledge base—all that will come with education and experience, so let’s not get too carried away just yet,” Remus pointed out reasonably. “Anyway, it’ll be teatime soon, so we really ought to be getting going.”
“Of course,” Sirius agreed.
As Remus stepped out into the pouring rain, Sirius quickly turned back and whispered to Harriet, “Yeah—everything Remus said is true up to a point, but you blew up Voldemort once, blasted him out of that professor’s head, and knocked Dumbledore on his arse, all just with bouts of well-timed accidental magic—you’re a natural, Harriet. I just know you’ll be able to take Dumbledore on sooner than later.”
Harriet gaped in shock at Sirius as he turned up the collar of his trench-coat and followed Remus out the door. She stood in the doorway, barely feeling the blast of wind and cold rain against her bare skin until Hermione shut the front door.
AN:
@ ClaireR89: Glad to make you happy with that last chapter. :-)
Here's the new chapter. It's back to some dark bits in this one, but I've got some more threesome fluff planned for the next chapter - promise!
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