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Chapter 52: For a Few Death Eaters More!

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Being dead wasn’t what Harry remembered it to be; for one thing, he still hurt like hell. For another, he was cold. It wasn’t like that the last time; therefore, he must still be alive. As his body desperately tried to recover from the terror and agony it had endured, Harry’s senses started working somewhat again. He was lying on a stone floor, and he was cold because he was naked. He tried to move and discovered that his hands were tied behind him and his feet were bound at the ankles. His attempt to move also made his pain increase, he gasped sharply and lay back on the floor, slowly his eyes came into focus.

In the dim light cast by a small lantern, he made out a naked figure lying only a few feet away, also bound. It was Pansy Parkinson; she was bruised in several places, and had a few minor cuts and scrapes. She looked as though she had been roughly handled, she was dirty and shivering, but, strangely considering the dire situation they were in, she was still quite attractive looking to Harry.

“Bout time you woke up,” she said. “I was hoping for a rescue party to get to me before fun time started upstairs. If you’re it then I’m definitely filing a complaint with the Ministry. Please tell me that somebody else knows that we are here?”

“I’m afraid not,” said Harry. “In fact I’m not exactly sure where we are myself.”

“We are underneath your family’s old house, some kind of below ground addition your parents added to the place in secret. Bellatrix is upstairs with Wormtail, they brought me here from the Ministry building after they escaped. Bellatrix has been waiting and plotting how to capture you. She must be one real diehard; practically all other remaining Death Eaters are trying to figure out how they are going to escape the country now that their precious Dark Lord is worm food. Not her. Apparently for some strange reason Bellatrix blames us for Voldemort’s demise, and boy-oh-boy is she pissed off at us.”

“So I guess it’s safe to assume that they are planning some sort of painful death for us before they skip the country?” asked Harry.

“It looks that way,” came the dour reply from his cellmate.

Upstairs, Peter Pettigrew waited impatiently. The plan had worked, the fake message had lured Potter in, and Wormtail had led him into Bella’s little ambush. His part was done and he was ready to get the hell out of Britain. He still had his ace-in-the-hole to play to aid his escape. It was still not widely known that he could turn into a rat, and even if the Aurors did know, well, one rat looks pretty much like another. He knew that the drains in the old Potter house led back to the sewers through an old drainage pipe. Once back inside the sewers he could hide as long as he needed to in the subterranean passages where no human could go, and then escape at his leisure when it was safe.

The problem now was Bellatrix; the bitch was completely mental. All she could think of was revenge against Potter for killing Voldemort, and especially the traitorous Parkinson girl. She still had her intense jealousy of Pansy for having been selected by Voldemort to be his consort. That had matured into an insane hatred after it was known that Pansy had betrayed the Dark Lord to his death at Potter’s hands.

He suspected that she was even dreaming of some magical way of resurrecting the dead Voldemort again so he could take another chance at conquering the world. He had already failed twice, just how stupid was this psycho bitch? Peter would have preferred to have simply done a quick bunk down a sewer pipe, but she kept too close a watch on Peter. Plus that damned huge snake was still around, and marginally under her control now. Neither of them could talk to it like Voldemort could, but Bellatrix had learned how to speak pidgin Parseltongue from her proximity to Voldemort. Using that, and brutality, she was able to force it to do her bidding by threat of punishment. Peter hated snakes in general, as all rats did, and that one in specific. He only wanted out of this whole great cock-up alive now.

“I’m going to deal with that little bitch up here, Wormtail,” she said finally. “You can deal with that Potter turd.”

Wormtail owed Potter a life debt for having spared his life several years earlier; he was frightened what might happen if he violated that debt by killing Potter. It might have no consequences, but there were the old witch’s tales that betrayal of a life debt would surely bring a death curse down upon the perpetrator. Peter didn’t want to take the chance, but he feared Bellatrix too. There was a third option that entered into his mind; he could let her do it. Potter was injured and bound; Nagini should have little trouble with him.

“I’ve heard that the Potter brat is deathly afraid of snakes,” lied Peter. “What’s say we give him the tough love treatment for his little phobia? Courtesy of Nagini.”

“You know, Peter, every now and then you manage to come up with a good idea that just barely makes it worthwhile not to kill you outright; and this appears to be one of those rare moments,” said Bellatrix with a cruel grin. “It’s her feeding time anyway.”

The door to the laboratory opened with a creak as Bella and Wormtail entered and came down the stairs to stand in front of their captives. Bella’s face held a maniacal fury as she surveyed her victims. This had to be done right, it had to be a death so terrible that even the Dark Lord’s spirit would shudder, and thank her for avenging his murder.

“So little Potter is all proud of himself is he? He’s gotten his revenge against one who was far better than he ever was. Well I’m about to make sure you regret your actions,” she said. Then turning to the doorway he heard her hiss in Pidgin Parseltongue “Nagini… come…now.”

“So, scared of snakes are we, Potter? I have a little friend who wants to have you over for dinner. But first we need to tenderize the meat course.”

Harry looked over to Wormtail as he stood behind Bella. “I saved your life once, Peter,” he said, “despite your betrayal of my parents. Help us now and I will forgive you for all you have done. You can leave here a free man. You owe me, and you know what will happen if you betray a life debt.”

“It’s an interesting offer, Harry, very much in character with something James might try. But I’m afraid I’ll pass on your offer, we already have our own way out prepared thank you very much.”

Then a smirking Bellatrix began to brutally kick Harry all over his body with her boots. Harry screamed as his unprotected body rebelled against the deadly punishment it was being dealt. Bella was careful in her rage; she wanted Potter very much alive as the huge snake fed on him, for him to feel the terror as he slid into the darkness of the snake’s belly to begin digestion. Pansy began to yell at Bellatrix to stop, but she was helpless to intervene. Finally, as the big snake lay in the center of the room, Bella stopped her brutal beating of Harry.

“Don’t worry too much about Potter, my dear,” snarled Bellatrix to Pansy. “I have something planned for you. I’ve always wanted to actually flay someone alive, but never found the opportune victim, until now. I always thought your beauty was skin deep, and now I’ll prove it. I’m going to rip the living hide off of you inch by inch. And don’t worry that you’ll pass out and miss part of it. I know just the right spells to keep you awake and interested. Wormtail, help me get the bitch upstairs to the bedroom.”

Wormtail immediately grabbed Pansy and pulled her to her feet, making sure to touch her breasts in various lewd ways as he did so. “Can I have her for a few minutes while she’s still relatively fresh?” he asked Bella, a lustful leer on his face.

“You can have her when I’m done, if you can figure out which opening to use,” laughed Bellatrix disdainfully. “Now let’s get the little cunt upstairs. Then you come back down here and make sure our little Potter goes down the hatch. If anything goes wrong, I’ll hold you personally responsible, with your life. ”

Turning to leave she gave Harry one final kick in the ribs and gave orders to the snake, “kill…slowly,” then they left.

Harry felt the monstrous snake move up beside him and begin to wrap its strong coils around his helpless beaten and bloodied body. There could be no hope of fighting off the snake, or escaping it. Harry tearfully resigned himself to death. With a hard nudge that brought agony to his injured body, Harry was tossed onto his back. He saw the large head rise above him; fangs ready to strike its prey and begin to devour him. Harry was terrified of dying this way, but there was a final spark of defiance left in him, he had done what he returned to do. He knew what was on the other side awaiting him and he would meet death as bravely as he could, he lifted his head and stared into the murderous snake’s eyes as it prepared to drive its fangs into his body. At least this time he would know to cover his nutsack when he saw Ron coming at him.

The great snake looked back into his helpless victim’s eyes with malice, but just as the strike should have come, Harry saw the features of the snake change. The snake now had a more puzzled look on its face. The squeezing coils loosened just a bit. The snake brought its face right up to Harry’s and looked him over quite closely, focusing upon the scar on his forehead.

“Don’t I know you?” the serpent hissed at Harry. “I seem to remember you from somewhere long ago.”

“I don’t think so,” replied Harry in Parseltongue through his pain and fear. Harry feared that the snake would mark him as his Master’s killer and make the ordeal as painful as possible, better to just die quickly as a stranger. “I’m sure I would have remembered meeting a snake as large as you before now. The only snakes I’ve ever met were much smaller and in the Muggle zoo, but that was long ago. And I’ve never hurt a snake.”

“The zoooooo! Of course, that bloody muggle zoo. Yes… yes, it was you, you were smaller then too, but you have the same markings on your head. You set me free from that cage they had me locked up in. You helped me escape from the bastards! I know you! You’re my friend from the zoo!”

Nagini rolled Harry onto his stomach and with a set of quick slashes with his razor sharp fangs freed Harry’s hands and feet from the bonds that held him. It took Harry a few seconds to concentrate on what Nagini was saying before it came back to him. The Dursleys had carried Harry to the zoo once before he knew that he was a wizard. He had inadvertently helped one of the pythons to escape. Now it dawned on him, Nagini was that snake, the one he had freed.

“I remember you now, I was very young, I made the glass disappear,” said Harry as he saw the snake smile and nod happily. “But why are you here, how come you’re so big?”

“After I left that damned prison I wandered free in the woodlands for a while, living on rats and squirrels, it was the happiest time I’ve ever known. Then came the dark wizard, he could talk to me as you can. He bewitched me as some of your kind can do, I grew quite large and I was forced to do his bidding, he was even inside me sometimes. I didn’t really want to hurt those people, I had to. Now the bastard is dead, but that witch keeps me under her orders. I hate that bitch, but I’ve nowhere else to go, everything with legs hates me and tries to kill me. You are the only one who ever did me a good turn in this life. I will not eat you, but I do not think I can save you, the smell of death is coming on you already.”

“There is a chance to save me if you can bring my wizard’s robes to me. I have medicine in them that might help me to live. Help me and I will reward you. I have woodlands of my own at my home nearby that are filled with rats and squirrels and other tasty game. Water and shade are plentiful. You may live your days there in peace and in full protection, you may come and go as you please, no one will harm you. I promise you this.”

The great snake stared down at Harry for a moment as though making up his mind whether to believe that such a wondrous thing could be true. A place where she could live in peace and not be hunted by the legged creatures. “You are the only leg creature who has ever done me a kindness. I will trust you now. Your shedded skins are outside that door, I will bring them to you.”

Nagini slithered quickly up the stairs and out the doorway, in a few moments she returned with her mouth holding several robes and cloaks. She sat them beside Harry who was beginning to feel faint from the internal injuries. How he had lasted this long he didn’t know, but he couldn’t remain conscious much longer. Harry’s vision blurred as he fumbled in the pile for his robes. Finally recognizing them, he searched for the hidden pocket. Saying the pass phrase opened the pocket and the two vials spilled out into his lap. This was his final hope, Desiree had put everything into this the Half Blood Prince’s potion book had recommended. Harry quickly downed one vial then the other. As the snake looked on with some concern, Harry felt the darkness continue to come over him, had the potion not worked? His eyes became unbearably heavy, he had to close them. He knew that to do so meant death, but he couldn’t help it.

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Upstairs Pansy was about to panic. Harry was on his way to becoming a big pile of snake shit, and she was about to have the living skin peeled from her body. Bellatrix had hung her up spread-eagled like a side of beef from the rafters; her feet fasten to the floor. There wasn’t enough slack for her to wiggle. With her thumb and forefingers, Bellatrix began to pinch Pansy’s nipples till they bled. Her high-pitched screams of torment filled the room, hurting Peter Pettigrew’s ears and making Bellatrix laugh deliriously.

From a side pocket of her robe, Bellatrix drew a wicked looking knife about four inches long with a slightly curved blade. The metal of the blade glowed in the dim light, a damned good indication that it was a cursed blade. Running her hands over Pansy’s breasts, Bella began to mutter to herself.

“How young and beautiful she is, with her perky, firm, titties. I think I’ll make soup bowls out of them after I skin them off you.” Slowly, she eased the tip of the blade into Pansy’s flesh at the top of the mound forming the right breast. The blade seared her like a red hot metal rod. The pain was unbearable, but she had no choice. Pansy’s scream of pain carried throughout the house. Looking over her shoulder Bella saw Peter Pettigrew was still there watching.

“God damn it, Wormtail!” she screamed as she swung the toe of a boot at Peter’s groin, causing him to jump back while trying to cover up his sensitive spot. “Get your arse back down there and make sure Potter is gone for good. I’ll deal with this little cunt.”

Stumbling his way out of the room, Peter headed for the lower level dungeon. “Fuck Potter,” he thought, “the snake has him down its gullet by now.” He wanted to watch the girl get tortured, he wanted to help. If he had been a little bit braver, he might even have tried to kill Bellatrix, and have the girl to himself for a while. Better for him, better for her, he’d have relief and she’d have a quick death when he was done.

As Peter walked into the dungeon room he saw that the deed had already been done. The great snake lay there looking at him and Potter was gone. Good riddance, thought Peter. Hearing another scream from up above, Peter knew that Bella wasn’t going to let him have any fun with her toy. She was occupied now, not wanting him around anyway. The time was now to make his escape, he already had it all planned out.

He laughed a bit at the whole thing. They had all made fun of poor ugly little Peter Pettigrew: James, Sirius, Dumbledore, and Snape. Then there was Lily, that bitch had always just been a teasing little tramp. They were all dead now, weren’t they? Voldemort had held him in disregard despite all he had done for that sick bastard. Even that crazy son of a bitch was dead too, and yet Peter Pettigrew lived. He was going to keep on living too, he’d escape again, this time for good. Peter turned around to leave and froze in his tracks. Standing there behind him was Harry Potter, and he was holding a wand leveled at Peter’s chest.

“Time to die, Peter,” said Harry coldly. “You betrayed my parents, you betrayed your life debt to me, you even betrayed Voldemort. Now you get to answer for your actions in hell.”

“But… but… the snake… Bella kicked the life out of you, I saw it,” he stammered in utter amazement. “There’s no way you could have survived.”

“I speak Parseltongue fluently,” said Harry. “I talked Nagini into helping me. I also had some very powerful healing potions in my robes. They take a few minutes to work, but they do work quite well, I feel pretty good now. But enough about me, let’s talk about you. In particular, your death.”

Harry had seen Peter Pettigrew put in bad situations before and knew what he would do. Peter had always counted on his animagus ability to become a rat to get out of tight places. Just as Harry had expected, Peter changed into rat form and made a run for one of the nearby drain pipes set close to the floor to escape Harry’s retribution. This time Harry was ready.

“Wingardium Levosia,” incanted Harry, as he levitated the fast fleeing Wormtail in the air and directed him backwards, towards where a grinning Nagini waited.

“Bon appetite, my friend,” said Harry in Parseltongue with a cruel smile as he dangled the screeching Wormtail over the open mouth of the great snake. With a slight twitch of his wand, Harry removed the levitation spell and the terrified rat clawed helplessly at the air as it fell into the snake’s open mouth and was immediately swallowed with a loud gulp into its great expandable gullet.

Harry knew that he should feel something like a great satisfaction inside him at a moment like this, but he didn’t have time. Another scream from upstairs turned his attention to the next one who had to die for his life long nightmare to finally cease. He needed a diversion to get behind her, looking to Nagini he saw that Peter had resumed his human form and was actually wiggling inside the snake. He now made a large bulge in the snake’s midsection. Perfect, thought Harry.

“Can you move upstairs now?” Harry asked his new friend.

“I think so,” the snake replied. “The rat was a bit more filling than I anticipated.”

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By now, Bellatrix had completed the deep cut circles around Pansy’s breasts. My how the little bitch had screamed, she thought to herself, and the truly fun part was only now about to start. She picked up the pliers and showed them to Pansy, opening and closing them a bit. Lifting the soft mound of the right breast, she was about to clamp onto the loose flap of skin and start pulling when she heard a slow sliding sound behind her. Turning to see what it was, Bella began to laugh out loud as she saw the snake sliding slowly along with its center bulge still slightly shaking. Dinner was still alive and wriggling around inside.

“Say goodbye to your little savior, you damned traitor,” Bellatrix screeched in triumph as she turned Pansy’s tear stained face towards the snake. She laughed as she saw the look of final despair cross her victim’s face. As incredible as it seemed, the stupid little bitch appeared to have actually believed that Potter would somehow save her. This made the final act even more delicious; she raised her right arm with the pliers.

“Now, my dear, this might sting a little,” she taunted.

“Reducto!” came the spell from behind her, in a voice that couldn’t be, that person was dead, she’d seen him moving around inside the snake’s belly. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as her right forearm bones shattered. She screamed in agony and instinctively sought to protect her wand arm from further injury.

“Reducto!” she heard again and her right lower leg bone was shattered. She fell to the floor, the fall only aggravating the two injuries. Her mind was now only concerned with pain, and with escape. She tried to will herself to disapparate, but couldn’t. Her mind was being blocked by a more powerful force. Then that force used the Reducto curse twice more to shatter her left forearm bones and her left calf bones. She lay on the floor unable to move without producing horrific pain throughout her broken body.

“What?” gasped Pansy. “Harry, if that’s you then what about the snake?”

“Turns out she’s an old friend, and she had a taste for rat tonight.”

“So that’s Pettigrew wiggling around in there?”

“Yes,” replied Harry as he crossed the room over to her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here quicker.”

With a few flicks of his wand the shackles that had held Pansy were opened and she slumped to the floor. From his other hand Harry produced the two vials. In his haste to down the contents earlier he had left a few drops in each, he now upturned them into Pansy’s mouth. The potion was powerful, even a little was better than nothing at this point. Pansy felt a surge of energy flow through her, but the wounds did not close.

“It’s no use, Harry,” Pansy gasped, “she made these with a cursed blade. They won’t heal.”

“We’ll see about that,” said a determined Harry. He placed his left hand under her head, and placed his right in the bloody center valley between her breasts. “This is important, Pansy. Do you trust me?”

Pansy wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, but she’d quickly come to realize that Harry was capable of some damned near miraculous things. She nodded her head in assent and gritted her teeth, whatever was about to happen, it would probably hurt. Harry just smiled and focused his mind. His coven was not there in close proximity to him, but he should be able to call on their strength. It took a few moments, almost like there was a transfer delay, but Harry felt power from his coven flood into him. They were suddenly all there with him; he could feel their individual essences co-mingling within him.

Harry now turned his mind to Pansy and directed the magical energy into Pansy. “Heal,” Harry commanded the energy as it sped into Pansy through the contact points of his hands. He felt her body shake as life energy filled her. Pansy grimaced in pain as she shook, her mind began to dim as blessed unconsciousness offered her a release from the pain she had been forced to endure.

Above her, Harry watched as a black sticky substance began to seep from the cuts on Pansy’s chest and float off into the air above her. The dark magic of the cursed blade was being forced out, and the wounds on her body began to heal themselves. The color began to return to Pansy’s complexion, and the minor scrapes and bruises from her rough treatment started to heal also. She would recover, thought Harry. Now to attend to the final order of business.

With a few waves of his wand, the cursed vapors were rolled into a nice and neat ball that Harry suspended over the still squirming Bellatrix. Harry then performed four more Reducto curses to shatter Bella’s upper arm and thighbones. When her screams had died down from this, Harry knelt down beside her.

“What was it you called it last summer?” he asked in a monotone, dispassionate voice. “Breaking in eights? That’s what you had intended for Tonks in that hotel room. Shatter her body, rape her, and then kill her.”

Harry tore his gaze from the pain-filled eyes of Bellatrix to his manhood. It was limp as a cooked noodle, the thought of spilling his seed in something so vile as Bellatrix held no allure to him. With his wand he forced her mouth open, and then slowly brought the vaporous black ball of cursed ether down. Bellatrix’s eyes told that she knew what was happening, but could do nothing to stop it. With a final flick of Harry’s wand, the cursed vapors streamed into her throat and filled her broken body. The effect of which was to cause her shattered body to writhe and jerk. It wasn’t necessary for Harry to soil his member with contact to Bella’s body. Her own curse now completed the cycle of pain and misery.

From behind him Harry felt a stirring; a warm and soft hand touched his shoulders. Looking up, Harry saw that Pansy had recovered. She was still dirty, but her wounds had healed. “I’m not altogether sure what you did, Harry, but thank you for doing it.”

“Shucks, Ma’am, my pleasure,” replied Harry with a fake drawl.

“Not yet, cowboy, but it will be,” answered Pansy with a grin. For a minute or so they stared without pity as the squirming Bellatrix writhe in agony.

“Let’s get this over with,” she said as she put a dirty bare foot across Bella’s throat.

“Just a moment, I have one last promise to keep,” Harry said. Staring down at Bellatrix, Harry focused his thoughts. The pain of her present situation subsided a bit and Bellatrix was able to focus on the eyes of her hated enemy, the one she now knew would kill her. In his eyes there now formed an image, one she recognized, it was her detested cousin, Sirius Black. “For Sirius and Tonks,” was all Harry said to her.

Bellatrix started to scream her defiance but there was a blur of motion, the pain returned and then she felt a snap. The blackness arose and consumed her as she felt herself falling into it. Harry stood there holding hands with Pansy, looking down at the corpse of Bellatrix LeStrange; and he knew that the nightmare was finally over. Voldemort and all his cronies were dead and gone. Harry and his family could now live their life without fear of them.

“I’ll get our robes and we can disapparate out of here,” said Harry.

“We’re not completely done yet, Harry,” said Pansy.

“What do you mean?”

“You still owe me, and I want my payment now, big boy,” she said with a grin as she gently began to stroke Harry’s cock.

Harry felt a flicker of life in the old boy at her touch. “No, Pansy,” he said. “I love Ginny; she’s to be my wife now. I appreciate what you’ve done, but I just saved your life. We’re even.”

“Bollocks!” replied Pansy with a laugh. “I returned your life after Voldemort took it, and you know it. No one else but me could have got your coven into the Ministry building. You came here to pay your life debt to me for that, and you have. However, you still owe me for Ginny, without me you wouldn’t ever have had her. Anyway, as I once told you back at Hogwarts, it ain’t about love, baby, just a little recreational shagging. She’s welcome to have you; I just want to give it a discreet shag.”

“And if I still say no?”

“Slytherin girls get what they want, Harry. Perhaps a little blackmail is in order? Did you ever tell your darling about those nighttime trips down to the greenhouse where the only seeds you planted were inside old Professor Sprout’s twat?”

“Damn it, it was you that followed me that night. I knew someone was there.”

“Oh yes,” she replied smiling and nodding. “That was the first night I tried out my new Ministry issued camouflage cloak. Not as good as yours, you nearly spotted me a couple of times, but sufficient to watch you doing the dirty deed with Sprout.”

Harry just stood there staring as Pansy slowly began to massage his cock. It felt good; she was really a quite beautiful young woman when she wasn’t being so normally loathsome. With Harry’s cock stirring, Pansy went over to the bed and removed the tattered covering. Lying down on her back, she spread her legs wide, and then raised a hand so that she could crook a finger towards him.

“You know you want hit this at least one time in your life, baby,” she said. “It’s just us here, and little wifey doesn’t ever have to know you fucked a Slytherin.”

Harry thought he felt a movement near him. He turned but there was nothing there, all he could hear was the moans and groans of the wrecked old house overhead.

“You owe me, and I’m demanding payment, one damned good fuck from the chosen one, right here, right now,” said Pansy as fingered herself. “Make me squeal, baby.”

Harry looked down and saw that he had become fully erect watching Pansy masturbating on the bed. He wanted her, he was aching for here. He was going to have her.

“This cleans the slate, all debts paid then?” asked Harry as he approached Pansy, his right hand stroking his cock to a rock hard erection. “And this never happened?”

“The Official Secrets Act is now invoked on these proceedings,” Pansy said with a laugh as she licked her lips in anticipation of the huge cock she was staring at being inside her.

Harry knelt on the bed and began to finger Pansy’s twat, she was already quite moist. A short fumble time ensued as Harry got into position on the rickety bed. Pansy released a long sigh as Harry sank his shaft into her; as he took up a slow rhythm he heard her begin to make small moans. Harry’s hands began to explore Pansy’s breasts; there were still a few faint marks where the cursed blade had cut her flesh. Harry hated to admit it to himself, but he was doing something he had really wanted to do for some time now. Pansy was an extremely sensuous woman who made no shy ladylike pretenses when it came to sex, she wanted good looking, well hung young men who knew how to please a woman in bed. Harry just gave himself over to the moment and began to enjoy it.

In the room down the hall from where Harry and Pansy were shagging, there was a swirl of color as Ginny and Hermione appeared out from under the invisibility cloak. A similar shimmer appeared as Fleur took off the Sorting Hat. When Harry had drawn upon their power to heal Pansy it had provided a beacon back to him that the three of them had followed. Under the curtain of invisibility, the three had eased in with wands drawn to help their Master, and found he didn’t need their help.

“Let go of me, Hermione, I am going to strangle that bitch,” yelled Ginny as Fleur barely put a silencing spell on the room in time. “She’s in there fucking my man. That skanky bitch is fucking my man.”

“And this is the one and only time she’ll ever get to do it,” answered Hermione as Fleur nodded.

“Think about it, Ginny,” said Fleur with a smile. “Which is worse, never having had Harry and not knowing what you missed; or getting to taste it just once, and then doing without while you know another woman is getting it regular? Hummm?”

“And you do owe her a life debt,” said Hermione. “Do you really want to spend the rest of your life being beholden to Pansy?”

“You heard her for yourself,” added Fleur. “This clears the books; you’re free to hate her guts again without feeling guilty about it.”

Ginny stood there for a few moments looking from one to the other. “I ought to hate you two bitches,” she finally said.

“But you don’t, do you, sister?” said Fleur softly as she gave Ginny a little kiss on the cheek that left her tingling as Veela magic worked on either sex.

“No I don’t,” said Ginny softly, “and I just can’t picture Harry fucking Sprout!”

At this, both Fleur and Hermione burst out laughing as they nodded their heads in agreement, finally Ginny had to start laughing at the idea too. Then Ginny felt Hermione’s hand gently turn her face towards her own. Hermione kissed Ginny deeply on the lips and held her there for a long moment. When at last they broke contact, Hermione fixed Ginny in her beautiful golden brown eyes, “I love my sister.”

“I think I’ll let you two have the room to yourselves,” Fleur said in a mock disgusted tone of voice as she placed the Sorting Hat back on her head and disappeared from sight. “I’m going to go back and watch the fun down the hall.”

As the door opened, breaking the silencing spell, the trio could hear the sound of Pansy Parkinson moaning loudly and shouting out Harry’s name. “I’d better hurry or I’m going to miss the finale,” came the disembodied voice of Fleur.

“Come on,” said a grinning Hermione as she held up the invisibility cloak. “It can’t hurt to have something like this to blackmail him with later.”

Ginny stepped under the folds of the cloak and the two eased down the hallway, from the room in front of them they could hear Pansy shouting. “Oh, god, Harry — YESSSSSSS!”