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The Head Girl of Gryffindor	By : Mita Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 73901 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any profit from the writing of this story. I do not condone or exhibit the behaviour exhibited by characters in this fiction: this is harmless fantasy.

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The Blood Traitor

Ginny couldn’t see or hear anything. She could feel the warmth of the room against her skin and smell the burning wood of a nearby fireplace with each inhalation. She could feel a cool breeze from an open window behind her, blowing against her skirt. She could feel intangible bonds around her wrists and ankles, holding her aloft from the ground, spread eagle. But she perceived little else. She couldn’t move anything but her head, and even her shouts for help did not penetrate the silence around her.
She did not know how long she had been like this. Time was impossible to tell, as she was.
Suddenly the world came into focus with a whoosh and a pop. Ginny now heard the fire crackling in the hearth, and heard the heavy curtain flap in a gust of wind. After enduring silence for so long, she threw her head down and sobbed with relief.
“There now, Ginny, it’s alright. No one is going to hurt you,” said a voice from behind her, in a lecturing tone.
Ginny’s head came up in surprise. “Percy? Is that you? Perce?”
A woman’s reply came from before her. “Now now, don’t fret Miss Weasley. Your brother is here to help you prepare for your new duties at Hogwarts this year. I assumed a familiar presence would be a comfort.”
“A comfort for what? What is happening to me?” Ginny pulled against the spell that held her, managing only to strain a shoulder.
“Stop struggling dear, or I’ll have to bind you tighter, for your own safety. I’m going to explain a few things for you now, and you will keep quiet and listen.”
“Do what she says, Ginevra, everything is all right,” said Percy.
The redhead slumped visibly. “Fine.”
She heard a soft sound of satisfaction come from the woman, and then footsteps as she pulled out a chair and sat on it. Percy moved to stand nearer to her.
“Miss Weasley, as you may know, Hogwarts has been recently appropriated by the Ministry for Wizard Education. For some time now, the wizarding community has held doubts and fears about teaching those born of muggles; those ignorant of our ways, who have no right to the magic in their bodies. The Ministry considers such persons as lower-class, and those wizards and witches of longstanding magical heritage to be of utmost value and importance.” She paused, and tapped her fingernails along her armrest.
“However, witches of breeding age and good family standing are a rarity these days, due to the Mudblod infestation. The Dar-“ she coughed, “the Ministry has decided to enact several new laws to address this problem. Firstly,” a paper was shuffled, and she began again, reading aloud: “’Educational Decree number six declares that all underage witches of schooling age shall be held as wards of the state until married. Educational Decree number twenty three declares that all pureblood witches shall be pure and chaste until they reach sexual maturity; during this period they shall be subject to special instruction pertaining to the new standards of highborne witching behaviour. Educational Decree number twenty seven declares that all unmarried, pureblood witches of sexual maturity shall be bound by a Protector or Dominator, and undergo mandatory fertility regiments.’”
Ginny’s mouth was agape in shock and anger. “What? The Ministry owns me now? What is ‘pure and chaste’ supposed to mean? What the bloody hell is a Dominator? Let me down from here!”
She felt Percy’s hands on her waist, as he held her still. “Be still now, Ginny. Mother and father are aware of this, they have agreed, just as all the other parents have. It’s what’s needed for our society to recover from the invasion of muggleborn half-breed stock. Nothing is going to harm you: you’re important now, and I’m going to be your Protector from now on.”
“But Perce, what does this mean? What’s going to happen?” Ginny felt her eyes burn with tears of fear.
“You’re going to learn your place in our world, and I’m going to help you,” he said with conviction. “Trust me.”
She sniffed, thoughtful yet uncertain. “Okay. I will.”
The woman suddenly clapped her hands and stood. “Good! Now, let’s begin. This evening has already been long, having gone through this with 12 of your peers already. And they weren’t even blood traitors!
“Now, my dear. First thing, the headmaster has a potion for you to drink. Open up.”
Ginny felt Percy move in front of her and reach up to take her lower jaw in his hand. He squeezed until she opened her mouth, then tilted her head back. After a moment, a searing cold liquid was poured over her tongue. She sputtered, but swallowed when Percy firmly but gently held her her back and massaged her throat. He soon let go and she licked her lips free of the remaining potion.
After a minute the woman asked, “Can you feel the changes, dear?”
Ginny frowned and turned her attention inward. She could still see nothing, and the warm fire still contrasted the cool breeze from the window. The whispering wind traced cold whirls across her bare legs and the flames warmed only her one side; the temperature differences make her shiver. She wished someone would cover her up. Her mouth opened to say so, but she only groaned softly.
“Ah, good. This potion has taken away your proper speech for now. Until you are a matron of our society, you will observe and learn and obey without comment. Your will has also been tied to that of your Protector until your legal marriage. Your brother Percy shall be directing your actions and overseeing your care until your husband claims you on your wedding night. He of course is answerable to the Headmaster and the Ministry, including myself.”
Ginny moaned again more loudly in protest, but Percy put a hand at her lower back and she quieted. “You will remain quiet and still until I say otherwise, sister,” he commanded. “You will obey Ministry Director Umbridge’s orders.”
With a flick of her wand, the woman —Director Umbridge— stripped Ginny of all her clothes. The girl shrank inwards slightly and gasped. “Quickly now, Mr. Weasley, I’d like to get some dinner from the kitchens before the elves turn in. Hand me the devices on the table.”
Ginny heard the heavy knock of something on wood and the scrape of metal against metal.
“Put it down there on the sofa, good. Now, first Mr. Weasley, we must measure you for the correct fit, since you are to be her assigned Dominator as well.” A pause. “I know it’s slightly embarrassing, Mr. Weasley, but it’s just this once, and she cannot see you, though she is just your sister.”
“Yes, ma’am, she is my sister. It’s inappropriate for me to be n-naked with her in my presence.”
“She cannot see you, Weasley, just face the wall,” Umbridge countered impatiently. “It’s just your penis, I’m sure it’s nothing a little unbound whore like her hasn’t seen before. She’s probably been all over the cocks of those friends of hers, perhaps even your younger brother’s.”
“Ron would never do that!” denied Percy.
“No way to know for sure, Mr. Weasley. This is why it’s up to you to bind her until her husband is decided on. It is an important duty. Now drop your trousers.”
Ginny heard only the rustling of fabric, while Umbridge used her wand to copy the dimensions of Percy’s magically erected penis. The small girl continued to shiver, now hanging naked in the draughty room.
“Excellent, Mr. Weasley, and a good size too, if I may say. Your cock will give your future wife many children, I’m sure.” Percy nodded bashfully, mumbling about a “family enhancement spell”, and pulled up his pants and trousers.
Turning to Ginny, Ms. Umbridge picked up the discarded items from the sofa and approached the stretched out, nude girl suspended before her. Removing the first item from the pile, she transfigured the shining black mass to match the size and shape of Percy’s cock before prying apart his sister’s small labia and firmly pushing the tapered head against her pink folds. As the girl reacted with surprise, she pushed firmly until the vaginal passage gave way to the unyielding material. The redhead screamed wordlessly in pain for a moment before Percy touched her lower back and silenced her. Umbridge continued to push the fat length into her until the rounded end was also sucked in and the entire ten inch metal cock had disappeared, pushing directly through her magically expanded cervix and into her womb.
“This replica is hollow, Mr. Weasley. In addition to keeping our young mistress here chaste, it will serve as a vessel for the fertility treatment. Any pureblood model would have suited, but family is best for these things: better to keep her pure and untainted by the magical influence of other families.”
Umbridge reached down and produced another mass of black metal, this time long as a ruler but thin as a pencil, with a large round red gem at one end. She moved to stand behind Miss Weasley. Bending down, she parted one cheek with a hand and guided the metal probe to her back passage. Only a short squeal came from the girl this time as she pushed the rod all the way in until the gem rested against her tight entrance.
The short woman pointed her wand at it and incanted “compacta maxima!”
Ginny jerked uncertainly in her bindings as the thin rod expanded inwards and outwards, reaching far into her and growing in girth drastically to fill all available space within her rectum and beyond. Though there was no pain, the feeling of fullness in her vagina, ass and gut was incredibly uncomfortable for her uninitiated body. She tried bearing down to push out the intruders, but neither moved: the hollow replica of Percy’s cock in her snatch had magically adhered to the entrance of her womb, cockhead hung up on her tight entrance, and the girth of the plug in her ass greatly exceeded the capacity of her sphincter, bulging her asshole visibly.
Umbridge tugged on the red gem experimentally, nodded in satisfaction and returned to the sofa to gather the remaining metal items. They formed a lovely piece of intricate gold metalwork, in the general shape of a pair of women’s underwear. When she approached the girl and fitted the first piece to her, it clung in a thick ring around her narrow waist, just over her hips. The second piece connected to the first at her navel and widened as it passed between her legs, flattening her labia and parting her ass cheeks —slotting around the gem so the glimmering stone was visible over the metal— before reconnecting seamlessly to the band at her lower back. Umbridge tugged on the band and pried at the edges around the girl’s pussy to ensure it was properly fitted and well sealed.
The final metal piece wrapped around Ginny’s ribcage, under her breasts. Two short flat spokes curved up from the thicker ring, one below each breast, reaching up an inch or two above each nipple. Umbridge aimed her wand at the girl’s small nipples and silently cast a piercing spell, then conjured golden bars to spear each nipple horizontally as the flushed schoolgirl whimpered. The woman reached up and hooked each breast by the nipple to the chest bar spokes, suspending and pulling out the breasts without covering them. Ginny moaned harshly in pain as her nipples were pinched in the mechanism and stretched to support the weight of her breasts. To Percy and Dolores, they appeared nearly cone shaped from the tension.
Percy blushed, gaze riveted to Ginny’s red pubic hair nesting around the thin golden bar running down into her crack, and her red freckled nipples pulled out and looking sore. Dolores smiled happily. “How pretty.”
Ginny shook her head minutely and cried in pain and humiliation. Not only was this horrible woman degrading her in such personal and horrifying ways, her brother was witness to her ultimate shame. She had now begun to feel the compulsion of Percy’s words. He had commanded her to remain still and obey the orders of Ms. Umbridge, and she had been struggling against the order since the woman had first touched her naked body, with growing futility.
Umbridge waddled to a small wardrobe in the corner of the office. From within she withdrew a cloth garment bag plump with fabric. The placed it across her desk and uncovered the items. First, a brown leather underbreast corset, small and cinched, but long in the hips. She used her wand to levitate it over to Ginny and fasten it tightly around her torso, catching the young witch’s breath and restricting her breathing. The low waistline of the leather piece covered her from underneath her breast bar to her hips, then down to just over her pubic bone in a lovely curve. It was plain and rigid, and many inches smaller in the waist than her natural measurement.
Next Umbridge conjured onto Ginny a skin tight, waist to ankle garment that was both soft and unyielding. It covered every inch of the corset and her lower half. Next, she made a matching set of tight long sleeves reaching around her neck and collarbones and down to her wrists. The modified bodysuit was a deep Gryffindor red in colour, and left only her head, hands, feet and breasts uncovered.
“Alright Mr. Weasley, you must conjure the binding ropes and seal the purity spell.”
Percy moved forward hesitantly, lifting his gaze to his sister’s face.
“You know the words, Mr. Weasley.” Umbridge backed away from the pair.
The elder brother raised his wand to his little sister’s chest and incanted the binding spell.
“By my wand shall I keep, you body’s purity shall I reap, protection shall you know, devotion you will show. Veritas voldunerai chastiatum esclavia.” As red ropes of light shot from his wand and wrapped around Ginny’s limbs and body, Percy leaned forward and pushed his lips to hers. She started in surprise and opened her mouth in a gasp. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and gripped her jaw, hard this time, forcing her to accept him. He licked her teeth and wrestled her tongue before biting her lip. Her then bit his own and then plundered her mouth again. Their blood mixed in their kiss and the spell was sealed with a flash of light.
When Percy pulled away, the ropes from his wand had solidified into real ones; thin lines crisscrossing her arms, legs, chest stomach and pelvis. She was completely bound in long black ropes save her breasts, which were wrapped tightly up from the base with a spiral of golden coils reaching half way to her nipples, exaggerating the cone shape and bulging the tender globes even further.
“Well done, Mr. Weasley! Now that your part in this is done for the moment, please wait outside my office until Miss Weasley is made modest. It is now inappropriate for you to see her nude form until the Domination ritual is complete later this term. Out you go!”
Percy, still red and flustered from the kiss, took once more look at Ginny’s pierced nipples and bleeding mouth before turning and exiting the room into the hall.
Umbridge nodded after him then turned to continue dressing Hogwart’s newest pureblood breeding stock. The painful breast and nipple bindings hadn’t been strictly necessary for a woman of her birth, but the traitor status of her family meant that although they were still respected and placed ahead of most halfbloods and mudbloods, they were the lowest of the purebloods, and the women were not to be treated as proper high society witches. They were merely valuable —if only passable— vessels for the future of the wizarding world. Therefore they were to be tolerated but kept under control. The elder Weasleys had had no choice but to accept their daughter’s new status: the new laws meant their entire family would lose their livelihoods, if not their lives, for disobeying.
Sighing happily, Umbridge grabbed the next garment from the bag and floated it over Ginny’s head and arms. It was a light, sheer white dress which reached her ankles and hung down past her feet at the back. It covered nothing from view, but provided the a thin layer between her body and the reach of others.
Next the squat witch placed another, thicker red dress over her head. This one covered her to the wrists, with slashes on the arms revealing the sheer sheath below. The waist was snug and the skirt fell again past her feet in a train, split along the sides up to her hips.
Over this, Umbridge fastened another, thinner leather corset. This one was also underbreast, leaving no pressure on her chest binding. Unlike the heavier one below, this corset descended down past her hips and covered her crotch and upper ass from view, like armour.
Over her hands were then placed a pair of black leather fingerless gloves which reached her elbows. Over these, another pair of long white lace gloves. Over her knees were pulled a pair of frilled white schoolgirl socks. Ginny’s wrists and ankles were then adorned with a set of golden manacles, which hummed with magic once latched shut.
Once more from the bag Umbridge withdrew a loose, black embroidered robe, which she tossed over Ginny’s already completely covered form. It was sleeveless and open at the front, but reached the floor and trailed a bit. Gold and red thread decorated the edges and seams of the soft woollen fabric.
The final item in the bag was a thick red woven shawl. It was large and voluminous, and covered Ginny’s head and entire upper body down to her her elbows and hips.
Umbridge finally reached into her desk and retrieved a heavy silver ring with leather straps. Using her wand, she levitated it to Ginny’s mouth and forced it around her lower jaw, like a bit in a horse’s mouth. The ring was fitted behind her bottom teeth and down around her chin. The straps were joined around her head, hidden under the shawl. Umbridge looked on for a moment before lowering the hood of the shawl and conjuring a cowl to cover Ginny’s head and face, leaving only her mouth uncovered. It was thin and semi-transparent, but snug to her skin. Umbridge readjusted the shawl over the young girl’s head.
Dolores surveyed her final work of the evening with satisfaction. The fiery, redheaded, slut daughter of a blood traitor had been transformed into a paragon of pureblooded virtue. The girl was covered head to toe in half a dozen layers of heavy dark cloth and binding leather. Her limbs were heavily burdened with stiff lengths of rope and her torso was rigid both from the outer shell and the internal intrusion. Her wrists and ankles were adorned with heavy shackle-like bands which would soon be bound together beneath her robes. When she was released she would have both hands and feet bound in chains, as befit her blood traitor status, but would appear unbound due to her voluminous clothing, to be appropriate for public appearances while in search of an acceptable husband. There would normally be no outward difference of appearance between pureblood high class witches and breeding stock purebloods, but this particular family had earned some special dispensations, and so Ginny would wear a binding bit and rein for her brother and elder family members to control her with.
“Of course, nearly forgot my dear. One final touch, then I shall put on your boots for you and send you off to bed with your brother.” She summoned a long leather cord with heavy silver latches the the ends, and fastened each end to the ring under her jaw. She lay the long slack reins down Ginny’s back and tugged gently on one end, easily pulling the girls’s head to the side.
The young girl looked the perfect chaste witch, save her open mouth, halter and reins.
“Oh how fitting. You look like the marvellous pureblood witch one would expect but you are still plainly branded the filthy slut blood traitor you are. Between you and me, dear, I think this fate is rather suited for you, although I’d have had you assigned to the Care of Magical Creatures class. But you’ve been given into the care of one Mr. Percival Weasley, the most law-abiding and puritanical of your ginger brood. I suspect he has his eye set out for you now, after the binding spell. Not unusual with the old ways; pureblooded siblings married all the time after they were bound together in the Domination ritual. I expect he’ll not let any other man touch you who isn’t family.”
Umbridge groaned lightly as she bent down to fasten brown leather ankle boots to Ginny’s feet. Then she straightened and lifter her wand. “Brace yourself, girl, I’m releasing the spell holding you up.”
As she cancelled the magic, Ginny drifted gently down to the ground, dropping her arms and closing her legs. When she touched the ground and took her own weight, she moaned as the weight and size of the heavy black intruders in her ass and pussy was made plain. The wobbled on stiff legs as her limbs refused to bend as fluidly as before, bound by robes and layers of cloth. And still she could not see, though it not longer felt strange, since she had endured it quite a while and her eyes were now actually covered.
“Finite,” said Umbridge. Ginny saw red light and blinked her eyes open. Through a hazy black veil she could see the room beyond. A woman stood before her, clad in pink. The room was warmly lit with the long shadows of an evening fire and she could see the room was lavishly decorated, but she could make out few details.
Umbridge pointed her wand at Ginny a final time and conjured thick iron chains which joined her wrists and ankles. The ankle links were charmed to be silent, and could not be seen or heard dragging along the ground beneath Ginny’s long elegant robes. The chain joining her wrists was hidden beneath the heavy shawl she wore.
“Fetch Mr. Weasley, will you?” Dolores spoke to a kitten in a portrait on her desk. The fuzzy white creature bounced out of frame. A moment later, Percy opened the door and reentered, staring in astonishment at his sister. She was draped from head to toe in beautiful rich clothes. Not an inappropriate inch of her skin was visible, and Percy knew his own blood was holding the binding ropes to her body beneath those thick outer layers, keeping anyone from touching her but him or a member of their family. The shackles he knew to be present but not currently visible gave him a great sense of relief: Ginevra would not be able to run from her duties like she undoubtedly would want to, and Percy would train her to be a credit to his character. The shackles and the bit in her teeth would control her headstrong nature until she was properly trained, although as he looked longer at them, he considered if they might remain as a permanent, attractive addition.. He stepped forward and reached down to grasp the thick leather reins in his clenched fist. He looked down at her immaculately covered form and imagined the tightly stretched nipples still hanging just beneath, and the stone likeness of his own erect cock impaling her small tight pussy, readying her to accept him during the Domination ritual. His real cock swelled beneath his robes, unburdened by underpants and creating an impressive protrusion in his thin trousers. He stared at her wet lips being tugged down by the bit and reached his free hand down to adjust himself.
Dolores smiled indulgently. “You may go now, Mr. Weasley. I expect you already know the rules and procedures the two of you must adhere to? I shall be conducting frequent examinations to ensure all is well until the Domination ritual. Goodnight.”

“This way, Ginevra. You’ll be staying in a room off of our family dormitory. All pureblood family members in the same house now share rooms, so Ronald and the Twins will be there as well. Your door will be near my bed, so that I’m always closest to you, as your Protector.”
Percy led Ginny through the Gryffindor portrait hole, leading her by her left rein, pulling her along gently by the mouth. When they arrived, nearly everyone had already gone to sleep, and only a few students remained in the common room. Ginny could not make out who they were, but saw that two were in a rather compromising position on the sofa near the fire before Percy tugged her head aside and led her up the stairs to the boy’s dorm. When they reached the door, he quietly opened it and pulled her inside after ensuring everyone was asleep. Together they quietly padded over to a door next to the furthest bed on the right of the room, which opened to reveal a tiny room with a bed fitted snugly at one end, and several large mooring rings sunken into the ceiling, floor and walls.
Percy gently reached over Ginny’s head and flipped the reins over to her front. He slid his hand up along the leather cords until he had a firm grip under her chin. With her head in hand, he used his other hand to reach under her shawl and touch one of her wrist shackles. Beneath his touch, the chain vanished. Then he pulled off her shawl and outer robe, hanging them on a wall hook beside the door.
He turned her and pushed her backwards until she sat on the bed, grimacing in pain and sitting ramrod straight. The inner additions and heavy bindings obviously made a normal sitting position very uncomfortable. He pulled her head slowly down until she lay on her back. He then reached up and wrapped the end of the reins around the bedpost. He lifted her hands to mooring rings in the wall above the bed, and chains sprung from them to recapture her arms. Her feet were stretched out slightly to the corners of the bed and were similarly tethered to the opposite wall. Thus bound, she could not close her legs or touch herself in any way.
“Sleep well, sister,” said Percy, before he lay a blanket over her body, extinguished the only light in the windowless room, then left, closing the door behind him. Ginny heard at least two locks and a spell on the door before silence engulfed the room and she sensed no more.
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