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Tisiphone\'s Child	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33858 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Chapter 7

Despite how horrific and sick she still felt, Dolores came to work. She had too much to tend to for her to stay home. As she vowed, she had gone to St. Mungos. They realized there was something wrong, but couldn’t figure out what. After a battery of tests of all sorts, they couldn’t find anything. They had sent her home with some stomach soother and nutrient potions plus a few more potions to help as a substitution for food. For the rest of the week, after work each night, she would return to St. Mungos for more tests. They vowed they would find out what was wrong, it just might take time.

In pain and shivering, she tried to do her job. Already she had gathered what the Dark Lord needed and sent it off to him. While slightly behind in that task, she caught herself up first thing so he didn’t grow angry. Of course, she attached a letter mentioning she was ill enough that she was visiting a Healer over the matter, but assured him she would keep the information coming. Once she tended to that task, she moved on to matters which came with her job, trying to catch up since she was fairly far behind.

Despite having so much work to do, she couldn’t focus to the best of her ability. Her mind kept skipping to the illness and other odd happenings. This morning she had woken to all her beloved trinkets gone. There were no signs of them, so she assumed she had done some sleepwalking then vanished them. This time, though, she had redecorated as well. Her beautiful home in shades of pink which soothed her and she adored had a color scheme change. Now it was dull dirty looking greys and browns, drab colors she couldn’t stand. It wasn’t just the walls, though, but the furniture, bedding, curtains, all of it. This disturbed her more than her illness did.

Once at work, despite all she had to tend to, the strangeness kept up. While she finished some tasks, like the missive to the Dark Lord, other oddball incidents kept happening. Once more she used the Blood Quill on herself. This time she spent a half an hour carving the words I am a nasty, evil traitor toad into her flesh. While this disturbed her greatly, as she couldn’t stop it no matter what she tried, what came after was worse.

First, her essence of dittany was missing. Though she knew how to vanish the markings without it, the liquid was the fastest way. After a huff at not finding it, she went to use the spell she created to get rid of the words. It was then she realized something was affecting her magic, probably the illness. It took her several tries, but she finally managed to vanish the words. She added the part about her magic to her list of what she needed to bring up to her Healer.

Though shaken and disturbed by the part with her magic, she pressed on. Not able to face the smells in the cafeteria, she ‘ate’ her lunch as her desk, trying to catch up on her work. It was during this time she wrote out, unable to stop herself or pull out of the hypnotic state she was in, a full confession of everything she had done, including her father’s disappearance. When done, she found herself horrified and vanished it. However, she didn’t realize there were two copies of it. One was now waiting on Kingsley’s desk.

Unnerved, she shook as she went back to work, pale, not sure what to do. What she now planned was to get caught up then leave for St. Mungos. This was growing worse and something needed done to stop it.

Remus looked up from the book in front of him when James came back into the parlor they were using for research. “Both asleep?” He asked, though assumed so. Harry and Sirius had spent the morning outside mucking about on brooms, looking plenty tired at lunch then mentioned a nap after they were done. This was fine with them, of course. What Harry was dealing with tired him out plenty. When tired, he wasn’t in a good mood. In a couple more weeks, it wouldn’t bother him much.

“Out cold,” James nodded as he took a seat. “Nothing to worry about. We’ll let them sleep as much as they want. Sirius needs to focus on Harry anyway and find a way for him to get some form of control over what he’s dealing with. Besides, it did them good to go outside for a time and have some fun.”

“They can go outside all they like, just don’t expect me to join them, James,” Remus told him with an amused snort, shaking his head. “There are far too many snakes out there for my liking. I do understand what you said about them not harming us and Harry added his assurances that they wouldn’t, but I know what some of those species are. The golden lancehead and black mamba are just two I recognized. As highly venomous as they are, I want no part of them.”

With a grin, James chuckled then grabbed the book he had been looking through. “Understood, Remus. The elves are hard at work creating dens for them, so they won’t cause issues. They’re also making us a snake-free area with repellents on it so we don’t have to see them.” Then he added softly, “As long as Harry’s along, we can assure you you’ll never see one. He can make it clear.”

“If I don’t have to see them, I’ll be fine. Being startled by one will end my forays outside, I can assure you,” Remus told him with a soft chuckle, tossing the book he finished and picking up the next.

“Finding anything useful?” James asked as he flipped through his book, skimming the text. They were looking into the fury part, of course.

“Nothing but small tidbits,” Remus shook his head. “I think we’ll have better luck with your family’s books, James. These—they are just mythology, no hard facts.”

“We don’t have many left, so we’ll finish, but I think you’re right,” James agreed with a heavy sigh.

As Remus began to skim through the new book, he asked, “Anything we need to worry about when it comes to the mail? Some came at lunch is why I’m asking.” James had tended to it, but hadn’t said what it was other than the ones from various areas they were dealing with, such as the bank.

“All but one was dealing with the bank, properties and whatever, nothing to worry about. The other was from Rufus,” James told him, tossing the book he had been looking through aside. With a groan, he leaned back and explained, “Rufus said no charges will end up filed against you as Harry confirmed it was suicide. It contained an official statement about that. The rest was him putting out feelers again. Those we’re ignoring.”

“Good,” Remus said with a pleased nod. “At least their hand is out of it, the suicide part. As for the feelers? Let him. We can keep ignoring it for now or a brief statement we need left alone for a bit. Might buy us some time.”

“Let’s see how overt he grows before I write back,” James told him, snagging another book, but not making a move to open it.

“We do need to come up with something when it comes to those wanting to talk to us. Not right now, of course, but I don’t see you wanting to bring them here. We don’t want them to know about this place either. This means we need something. The longer we hide out, the worse the speculation will end up.” Remus told him, leaning back himself, ignoring the open book.

“Didn’t think of that,” James admitted, brow furrowed. After a couple of moments, he said, “I say we send some elves to clean both your cottage and Grimmauld Place. I’m sure those who know we’re back already suspect we’re in one of those places. We can easily use them for whatever meetings if we need to.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Remus nodded. “They can tend to whatever. Well, Sirius might need to go to Grimmauld Place to deal with Kreacher.”

“Kreacher wouldn’t survive whatever Sirius does,” James told him with a short chuckle and evil grin. “If Sirius doesn’t get him, Harry will. Either way, I’m sure the elf is on borrowed time.”

“Most appropriate,” Remus agreed with a small smile himself.

Then Remus asked, gazing at James, “You doing fine? Of all of us, you were gone the longest, staying in limbo. We know it affects plenty. It seems like you’re more worried about Harry and me, so I want to check.”

“Doing fine,” James chuckled, smiling a tad. Then the smile turned slightly evil and he added, “Keeping the darker urges under control, trust me. They are there and probably more pronounced than with the rest of you. At some point, I’m acting on a few of them.”

When he saw Remus about to ask, looking troubled, James clarified, “The Dursleys are mine. I mean it! There is no chance I’m letting them get away with how they treated Harry, Remus. It’s me who will deal with them. Rest assured, I’ll make sure it doesn’t look like we’re involved. Others come to mind as well, like Albus. We’re all right irate at him. Until the time comes and I’m sure I’m under control, we stay put. The same with the rest of you.”

“Understood,” Remus told him with a relieved nod. These weren’t areas he had an issue with and they all knew about coming back, so he wasn’t disturbed. “We just need some time. You’re ‘tainted’ a little more than we are.”

“More than a little,” James snorted, still grinning. “Nothing to worry about. The rational part is there and in control. With us bound together, you can help control problems if they arise just like Sirius and Harry will each other.”

“Yes,” Remus agreed. “We’ll manage. It’ll just take time for all of us to assimilate again. Then, well, we need to plan what we want to do. Harry has to rid the world of Voldemort before we can do anything else we planned.”

“Until he’s in a better place with plenty under control, we won’t even discuss those topics,” James told him. “He’s not even close. There is plenty we need to understand before we can look that direction.”

“Just want it out there we need to plan for it at some point,” Remus told him with a nod, going back to flipping through the book. As he did, he had James send an elf to his place to start working on it. Better to have this done now than wait until they needed it.

Unlike night time, Karma took special care to not disturb Harry or Sirius when he slithered out of Harry’s hair. They were just taking a nap, not the full deep sleep of nights, so he didn’t want to bother them. Usually, he tended to his business at night for many reasons, including the deep sleep of his Master. This time was different. He needed to tend to one Wizard and it required being done during the day. As it was a tricky venture anyway, he had to take plenty of care.

Disappearing through the wall like normal, he honed in on where the person he had business with was, then vanished. Taking care not to end up seen or detected when he appeared in front of a ramshackle abandoned house, he slithered inside, honing in on the rat within. Yes, it was time for Peter Pettigrew to meet justice. While he wouldn’t tend to most of it, he would start the wheels turning.

Once he slithered inside, ensuring he was cloaked against detection, he found the rat foraging for food in the long abandoned kitchen. Curling up, tongue flicking, he waited for the rat to turn around then locked his gaze with Peter. Like with Fudge, the rat immediately froze, unable to move. While humans could fight off hypnosis, his wasn’t the sort like humans did. No, there was no fighting it off. Instead, Peter was completely in his control.

As his gaze remained locked with Peter’s, he rifled through his memories of so much to see if there was anything he could use. When he recovered a few tidbits, his gazed remained locked, feeding the terror already there. He wanted Peter to suffer while he tended to the next order of business.

A continuous loop of the tortures he would endure from Voldemort running through the Animagus’ head, Karma then wrapped around him, holding him tight within his coils. No, this wasn’t to suffocate or kill him, just to hold on. The rat squeaking in panic and terror, Karma then fed into the visions, making them worse by running a slow litany of not only tortures he might endure at the hands of Voldemort, but his betrayal and the suffering of his friends. As the rat’s squeaks grew more panicked, Karma popped away with him still wrapped in his coils. As this was the trickiest part of the whole venture, he took special care to ensure the rat was fed new memories of how he would be discovered where he was.

Within seconds, the two appeared on the Minister of Magic’s desk. Slithering off the rat, Karma invoked a spell to not only freeze the vermin where he was, unable to move, but reveal him. As Peter Pettigrew resumed his human form, the alarms went off, something Karma planned for. Hissing, knowing only the rat could understand him, though would forget as soon as he popped away, he said, “Now you will meet the fate you deserve, Peter. It’s time for you to pay for your crimes. A Dementor’s Kiss is in your future. Not before you suffer plenty, though.” After a moan of agony from the man, though he was still unable to move and was only semi-conscious, Karma flicked his tongue, relishing in the agony, then vanished. Yes, this job was done. He would check on Dolores then scout a couple other areas before returning home.

Rufus was in a meeting with the top Aurors about a document Kingsley found on his desk earlier when the alarm sounded throughout the Ministry that someone had breached the security of his office. Knowing this probably wasn’t good, he headed that direction at top speed with every Auror and member of the DMLE right behind him. Clearing out the room in front of his office of the panicked workers, he then leveled his wand at the door to his office. Once he was certain he had plenty of backup, he blasted the door open, hoping to stun whoever it was and throw them off, ducking aside in case there was a volley of spells cast from within.

After a couple of minutes of nothing, he poked his head around the jamb with Kingsley covering him. Then his mouth dropped open. Seeing Peter Pettigrew writhing on his desk, moaning in what sounded like agony, he didn’t know what to think. However, his training took over. Having the Hitwizards who joined them secure the man, he then took stock of what was in his office, having the Aurors scour it for whatever might be there. While it was stunning to see Peter, despite what James had sworn, he had no clue how the man just appeared in his office. He knew something was off since all the office workers and his secretary would have seen the man show up.

Once everything was secure and Peter was taken to the most secure interrogation room they had, Rufus looked around then said to the pale Kingsley, “Something is off with this.”

“There is,” Kingsley agreed with a nod. “Not sure what, though. Us having Pettigrew can only help as we’ve heard people swear he helps You-Know-Who even now.”

“True,” Rufus nodded though he still wanted to know how Pettigrew ended up in his office. With a sigh, he shook his head. “I want to know how this happened.”

“We’ll look into it,” Kingsley assured him. “We need to handle him first, though. Well, and deal with the ‘confession’ we were looking at. If even a small part of it is true, Dolores needs taken into custody before she can do worse.”

“We do,” Rufus agreed, a grave look on his face. “Let’s...” he started, trying to order his thoughts. After a few moments, he said, “We’ll secure Pettigrew and get him a Solicitor. While we tend to that, we’ll have a meeting about Dolores. We need to tend to both, and keep it as quiet as we can. You go gather the evidence and meet me down in the secure room by interrogation. I’ll gather who we need.”

“Will do,” Kingsley nodded, trying to figure out the best way to go about this and help while formulating just how to get the information to Albus. While he didn’t know anything for sure, the man needed to know. He could only help them.

Once Rufus headed off, Kingsley did the same, a plan in mind on how to deal with some of it. Yes, this would take a lot of work and he needed to stay around for all of it.

Once Arthur sat down in front of his desk, Albus activated the wards the man’s message talked about. A glance around showed Minerva, Alastor and Severus all looking concerned. As this was the middle of the day and Arthur would be working, for him to send a message he was coming to the castle meant something big. “What do you have for us?” He asked, tone grave.

“Two major developments,” Arthur told him, pulling out the parchment Kingsley handed him on the sly. “I can’t stay long and don’t have much more information than what is in the letter, but I do have some.” Then he handed it over for Albus to read. As the man did, looking grave, he explained the situation to the rest in the briefest way possible. When he finished, seeing the disturbed looks, he added, “And all I know is they are working on both issues, nothing more. Kingsley said to impart both are being handled at the moment and he doesn’t know what will come of them.

“Is it Peter?” Minerva asked, eyes wide, hands clasped tightly in front of her.

“From what Kingsley said, it is,” Arthur nodded.

“He can only help plenty,” Severus chimed in, looking pleased. “He knows much of what went on with the Dark Lord both in the past and now. What he can give will help some. I doubt he knows big plots or plans, but there’ll be enough.”

“My thoughts,” Arthur nodded.

“Are they taking this whole—whatever from Umbridge seriously?” Moody asked, looking plenty grave as he processed all the man said.

“Very,” Arthur told him, glancing around. “Kingsley said to pass along it’s her handwriting, spells proved it. Not to mention it’s unmistakable. What they’ll do—I don’t know. You’ll have to wait for him to talk to you from here.”

“We will,” Albus said, passing the letter to the stunned Minerva when he finished reading it. Once everyone left he would go over it again to ensure he missed nothing and could start dissecting it. “Thank you, Arthur. This was most helpful.”

“No problem,” Arthur said, standing. “I’m sorry, I have to go. As busy as I am, it took some shuffling for me to get out of the Ministry anyway. I can’t be gone long.”

“Much appreciated,” Albus told him honestly. Then he waited for the man to leave and the door to shut. Leaning back, he looked around to see what the others had to say.

“I would bet my wand this is related to so much else, Albus,” Alastor said after reading the letter and passing it to Snape. “I don’t see it as bad, either. It can only help us and the war.”

“Oh, I do agree,” Minerva nodded, looking hopeful. “Those two out of the mix will give us some help. Especially if Dolores was helping You-Know-Who.”

“My thoughts,” Albus nodded. “Let me see what else Kingsley can bring to us when he knows more. We’ll then go from there.

However, he had a foreboding feeling about this. There was something off and he wasn’t sure if it was done to help the war effort or not. Now he would just have to wait to see what else came and if there was a pattern to it. He would also continue his research on so much, like the creature that attacked Rita. This had to tie in somehow. He just didn’t have a clue where it fit yet, nothing more. Given time, he would figure it out. Well, while working on the rest of the mess.
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