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Naked at Hogwarts?!	By : KerantliDreamer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 90275 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N - I'll keep this short(ish) - I've had a certain plot bunny in my head for years, and just never managed to get it out until now. Now with is not the typical Harry Potter story where there is Voldemort, and a LOT of the characters will be out of character (Well, how could they not be, if it goes to to plan, they will be running around in the NUDE!)

All warnings are for the whole fic, some might only feature in one or two chapters, and others the whole way through. I will add warnings to the top of chapters.

At that... Onto the story!

Also, I really make no money off the Harry Potter Franchise, everything you recognize is owned by J.K Rowling. And "The Program" is thought up by someone on the interweb many moons ago, which I don't make any money from and never will.

Warnings for this chapter; Abuse, Rape

"So this is the plan then?"

Multiple murmurs of acceptance were heard from around the large stone room, the shuffling of papers bringing it to silence.

"Our next order of business, is," a rather willowy male peered through the small lenses of his glasses, before clearing his throat, "to have something called The Program, implemented into our schools."

The silence was deafening as people looked at their neighbours in confusion, unsure whether to ask what the Program was. Finally someone spoke up.

"We need more information on this Program," they said, standing from their seat before they spoke and sitting back down when the male nodded.

"The Program is something that has become popular over in American schools. It has shown teenagers that it is not unusual to hate their bodies, in fact it has made them love themselves," the male cleared his throat, "what the Program is, is a simple thing of having teenagers walk around sans clothing for seven days in their school."

A buzz of voices started, quickly becoming louder as one person tried to be heard over others.

"That is outrageous!"

"Think of the children under the age of fifteen!"

"No parent will ever want their child to be involved in this!"

"QUIET!" The male shouted, waiting for the angry buzz to calm down.

"Dumbledore, you can not be serious if you think this is what is best for our schools. No one will agree to this," someone sounded from the back of the room, while others nodded in agreement.

"The Program helps teenagers find peace with their bodies, and helps others know they are not alone," Dumbledore spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping around the room.

"He is off his rocker," someone mumbled, earning them agreeing nods. No one noticed the sound of a glass vial dropping to the ground, or the faint white smoke that filled the room.

"Now, where were we? Ah, that was it. The Program. Yay or nay?" Dumbledore spoke again, nodding along as people seemed to visibly relax and nod with him.

"We shall cast a vote then. All in favour," almost all hands went up in the air, "all against it?" Only one or two went up that time, "it is official, Hogwarts and other schools in the United Kingdom will begin the Program at the beginning of term."
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"Fred! George! How many times have I told you not to get under my feet when I'm cooking?" Molly Weasley cried out as the twins dashed from one side of the Burrows small kitchen to the next, trying to catch a gnome.

"Sorry mum!" The twins called back, disappearing through the door before Molly could say anything else.

"Boys, who would have them?" She smiled to herself, looking out of the window to where five red haired males stood around one shivering gnome.

"You had six, Molly," a female voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Thank you for reminding me, Hermione. Where are Harry and Ginny?" Molly asked, peering behind the brunette girl, looking for her youngest daughter, and the boy Molly had become to love like one of her own.

"Last I saw Harry, he was in the bathroom. Ginny I've not seen all morning," Hermione replied, sitting down at the battered table and opening the rather large tomb that was Hogwarts; A History, before taking a tiny bite out of a left over piece of cold toast.

"Owls should be turning up soon for the new school year. Are you ready to go back?" Molly asked, clattering about in the sink as she tackled a particularly stubborn stain on a pan.

"Hogwarts is home, Mrs Weasley. It would be lying if I said I was not missing it," Hermione looked up from the book, her eyes focusing on the dark spot that was growing closer. "Right on time."

Molly opened the Burrows kitchen window, letting the rather large brown owl into the kitchen and letting it rest on the table. There were letters addressed to Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny clasped in its beak, taking off as soon as its burden was taken away. The emerald green writing on the front of the envelope glittered in the sunlight that streamed across the table, two letters looking thicker than any of the previous years. Hermione inched hers towards her, easing her thumb under the wax seal and pulling out three pieces of paper. Hermione set about to read each one, knowing the welcome speech by heart, and what books they would need for their sixth year. The third letter was something new.
Dear student.

I would like to formally thank you for returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for another year.

This year we are going to be having a different feel to the school year that is going to change Hogwarts for the better. The Wizard Council have decided to implement a program into the curriculum, one that has never been done to the likes of this.

The Program, as it is now called, is where there are no less than four students going around their school nude. This may come to most as a shock, however, this will also bring about a new class time, Sexual Health and Relationships.

There is a penalty for not completing at least one week in the nude, and will mean that you may not be able to complete the school year.

There will be special enchantments placed on yourself to protect our younger, more sensitive students, and another on your clothing while you are nude so you do not cheat.
As a student in The Program, you will have to perform your every day tasks, which include meal times and any time that are outside of curfews, nude. Upon completion of your week, you will then be allowed to wear your every day and school clothing once again.
I hope this finds you well, and I will be awaiting your arrival at Hogwarts on the first of September.

Professor Albus. P. W. B. Dumbledore.
Hermione looked up from the letter and quickly shoved it into her pocket before Molly asked what it was about, sneaking Harry's envelope into her pocket as well.

"I'll go find Harry, shall I?" Hermione asked, not even waiting for an answer as she marched out of the kitchen and into the hallway. She remembered that she had left her book and the list of required reading on the table in her haste, afraid to go back to retrieve them in case Molly did decide to ask her about the post. Hermione took the stairs two at a time, hurrying to the room Harry was sharing with Ron and bursting in.

"Do you knock any more?" Harry asked, covering himself up with a too small towel. Hermione diverted her eyes while Harry pulled on at least a pair of boxers, his hair dripping water down his scrawny physique.

"We got our Hogwarts letters," Hermione mumbled, pulling Harry's out of her pocket and letting him take it.

"And why did that cause you to come bursting into the room just after I got out of the shower?" Harry asked, ripping open the letter and pulling out three pieces of parchment. His eyes travelled over the first two, discarding them just as Hermione had done before reading the third and collapsing onto the bed in shock.

"I received the same," Hermione admitted, pulling the crumpled piece of parchment out of her pocket and showing Harry. "Ronald hasn't, his letter was thinner than ours. What do you think this means?"

"I think it means Dumbledore is trying to feel younger by having teenagers running around naked," Harry dead panned, reading the letter fir the third time.

"But, why you?" Hermione pressed, sitting on the bed that stood opposite the one Harry was sat on.

"Because I'm the Chosen One. Can't have a school year without having some form of unwanted attention to me. Can I?" Harry scrunched up the parchment, fire burning in his emerald eyes. Hermione slid back on the bed, watching as her best friend started to prowl around the room like a caged animal.

"Harry Potter, boy who lived. Harry Potter, national superstar. Harry Potter, boy who has to spend a term at school naked!" Harry's voice got louder and louder as he ranted, scaring Hermione as she watched him.

"Do you think it has something to do with that?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest when Harry shot her a cold stare. "If it is, then why have I also received the exact same letter? Why didn't Ron? Or even Ginny. No it was us two. We can't even ignore it, its a binding contract as soon as the first day of lessons start until the last day of term. I don't want to be wandering the hallways of school naked! Who knows what will happen?"

Harry sat down on the bed so heavily, the springs groaned under the weight, dropping the letter and cradling his head in his hands.

"I would have liked one school year where I could sit in the back of the class and not have a great big bullseye on my back," he admitted, dropping his arms and looking at Hermione, his eyes glassy with un-shed tears. Hermione crawled over to him and wrapped her arms around his body, pulling Harry into a tight embrace.

"We will get through this, together," she told him, more to convince herself of the fact rather than Harry.
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"MOTHER! FATHER! Where are you!?" The usually quiet Malfoy Manor rang from the outburst of the only Malfoy heir as he sought out his parents, holding a crumpled bit of parchment in his hands. He finally found his parents sitting in the breakfast room and thrust the letter at them.

"Good morning Draco," Lucius drawled, barely looking up from the Daily Prophet, while Narcissa daintily ate her morning meal.

"Don't 'good morning' me! I know you had something to do with this Father," Draco pushed the letter towards his father, pleased to see the Elder Malfoy place the tabloid to the side and read the crumpled parchment.

"I had nothing to do with his plan. Dumbledore must have done something for this to be passed," Lucius admitted, handing the letter back to Draco and taking up the Daily Prophet again.

"How could it be passed? It is a stupid idea, one I do wish had not been thought up. I do not need to see anyone else in nothing at all, Circe knows who else might have been chosen! Do something about this!" Draco demanded, stamping his foot like a petulant child having a tantrum.

"We could not do anything about this even if we tried, Draco. If the Wizards Council have passed the law, we must let it run its course," Narcissa spoke, looking at Draco with a hard stare. "I don't believe it is a good move, and no doubt that old coot Dumbledore is behind it, however, we are tied to silence, and to not testify against it. Your father is still under the watchful eye of the ministry, and we do not need anything to mess it up. You will do your time, and you will be quiet about it."

Draco nodded, still red faced from anger. He bowed slightly before leaving the room, ripping up the parchment and throwing the pieces over the hallway for the house elves to clean.
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"Pansy Parkinson! What have you got up to at school now?" Pansy's father shouted, gesturing to the letter in his hand before thrusting it towards the pug faced girl. Pansy grabbed for it to read, wondering what her father happened to be talking about. The colour drained from her face as she reached the end, subconsciously pulling the loose cardigan she was wearing tighter around her frame.

"I have done nothing, father," she admitted, her hands trembling as she watched his face and body tense up even more.

"Do not lie to me you little wrench! Why would you be chosen to walk around Hogwarts naked if you had done nothing wrong!?" The elder Parkinson yelled.

"I do not know father! I did not know that this was happening this year!" Pansy shrieked as her fathers hand twisted into her black hair, pulling Pansy's head back sharply.

"You little slut, I have half a mind to teach you a lesson right here. In fact," Pansy heard her father messing with his robes and then his pants, pushing her to the ground until she was eye level with his groin.

"You will do this, and you will finish," the elder Parkinson growled, stroking his budding erection before pushing his daughter onto it. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged around the appendage pulling and twisting away from her father as much as she could. He held onto her hair tight, thrusting into her mouth faster. He let out a groan as he felt Pansy gag again, taking sick pleasure in defiling his only daughter. After what felt like hours to Pansy but was only minutes, her father pulled away, thick streams of semen hitting her face and hair. Her father let go of her, sneering at her as he left the room. Pansy stayed on the ground, humiliated tears falling down her cheeks and her throat burning from the ordeal she had had to endure.
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