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Chapter 49: Reign of Terror

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“Can you believe this?” yelled Molly Weasley as she read the Morning edition of the Daily Prophet. “The whole set of yellow bastards simply gave up and surrendered. Fudge is back in power, Umbridge controls security; and our Percy is in with this bunch!”

“Molly dear, we have to hurry if we are to save what is left,” said Arthur Weasley as he sat a common looking lampshade on the kitchen table. “Charlie’s reply was to get our arses to the safehouse on the continent as soon as possible using this port key he sent us, from there he can get us to his home in Romania. We’ll be safe there.”

“What about Ginny, we can’t leave her; we have to find her, help her escape too.”

“There is no time, we save Fred and George, get ourselves together, then we come back for Ginny. She is safe with the Granger girl somewhere; they are probably hiding out by blending in with the muggles. The Granger girl’s muggleborn, she knows how to blend in all right.”

There was a rustling in the hallway and the twins came in carrying their backpacks. Both had a look of utter despair on their faces, with the attack on Godric’s Hollow the mall and the shops had all been destroyed. The accounts at Gringotts Bank were all frozen, they couldn’t get their money, all that work and now they were dead broke again.

“All right everyone, gather round and we do this together,” said Arthur motioning them to the lampshade portkey. Then the coo-coo clock on the wall began to whistle frantically, the sign that intruders had crossed the perimeter defenses. Instinctively, Molly turned to run to the window, hoping beyond hope that it was Ginny and her friends trying to get home. Arthur ran to her and grabbed her shoulders.

“NO,” he shouted, “we have to go now.” But it was too late, the back door exploded inward from a powerful Reducto spell. Arthur and Molly were knocked flat to the floor, Fred ran to help his parents but saw the Carrows enter the backdoor, similar noise in the front of the house indicated that Death Eaters were coming in that way too.

“HALT!” shouted Alecto Carrow. “You are all under arrest. Drop your wands and surrender.”

“SAVE YOURSELVES BOYS,” screamed Arthur as he grabbed Alecto’s leg and pulled her off balance into her brother. “PLEASE BOYS, GO NOW!”

“USE THE PORTKEY!” shouted Molly.

Fred hesitated a moment then turned and ran back to the portkey; George’s hand hovered above it waiting for him. Amycus pointed his wand at Fred’s back and uttered the killing curse, a bolt of green light shot out towards Fred as his hand touched the portkey. In a flash, the two boys disappeared.

“They made it,” shouted Arthur, “they escaped.”

“Yes, but you didn’t,” said Alecto menacingly as she broke free of Arthur’s grasp. Arthur looked to see if Molly was all right and ignored his own safety, this left him open as Alecto saw Arthur’s unprotected groin, and put all her rage into a devastating kick there with the toe of her boot.

Arthur’s piercing scream as his testicles were crushed against his body brought Molly’s attention back to him, she tried to help her husband, but a heavy fist laid into the side of her head by Amycus sent her crashing back down to the floor in a daze.

“Silencio,” said Alecto to shut up Arthur’s screams. Amycus had other things on his mind. He roughly grabbed Molly and threw her face down across Arthur Weasley’s already heaving chest as he strained to breathe. Molly was no lightweight, and the addition of her body pressing down increased the strain on her husband. With a flick of his wand, Molly’s clothes vanished, leaving her struggling naked to get off her husband’s thrashing body. Amycus relished the moment as Bellatrix and Draco Malfoy entered to report the rest of the house was empty. He used his wand to painfully bind Molly’s arms behind her back at the elbows and the wrists, then to spread her legs widely exposing her furry pubic cleft to the Death Eaters.

Amycus removed his robes and his trousers beneath showing an erection of quite substantial size. Alecto licked her lips appreciatively, normally she was very jealous of her brother’s attentions to another woman, but not when it involved rape. Nothing other than her brother’s penetration of her could carry her to ecstasy than to see him commit a brutal rape upon a helpless woman who didn’t want him. She would watch him roughly shove himself into the struggling victim and finger herself to an incredible orgasm. This would be especially delicious as they were now the law, they had nothing to fear, and poor little Molly could watch her dear loving hubby die painfully as she got her pubic furrow plowed by Amycus’s cock.

Alecto grabbed Molly’s bound wrists and pulled upward while the sole of her boot was pressed down hard between Molly’s shoulders. This painfully tilted Molly’s bum upwards for her dear brother to roughly penetrate her twat. As Amycus forced his cock into her, Molly screamed in pain. She had never had anything this large put inside her, in fact, Arthur was the only man she had ever had, and he was far smaller in size than her attacker. Amycus hunched over the prone Molly, his pelvic thrusts driving her body downward onto Arthur while adding his own weight to hers. Arthur struggled to draw oxygen into his lungs as he tried to deal with the unbearable pain in his groin from his ruptured testicles, but he couldn’t draw air into his lungs from the force pressing down on him, his heart began to beat wildly as he panicked.

The strain this produced on Arthur’s heart was too great and he started to have a myocardial infarction. As his face reddened and his mouth gasped for air like a fish out of water, Alecto recognized what was happening, poor Arthur was having a heart attack. She smiled down at him and moved around to place the sole of her boot across Arthur’s groin and began to grind the hard stacked leather heel in, crushing the damaged gonads against the bone till they completely burst. The intense pain this produced worsened the load on the heart ensuring he would die a slow and painful death as he watched his beloved wife raped on top of him.

As the heart of Arthur Weasley failed within his chest, Amycus relished the torment and terror he was dispensing to Molly. He grunted and groaned loudly, pulling back on her hair painfully as he roughly plunged his cock into her. Finally, when he could restrain himself no longer, he released his seed deep into Molly. Standing and fastening his trousers, he turned to Draco and the now laughing Bellatrix.

“What the hell are you waiting for, boy, your turn now,” he said indicating the upturned bum of Molly Weasley.

“Make it into a family tradition, Draco,” squawked Bellatrix in high-pitched laughter as Draco took his position behind Molly with his trousers down and started thrusting into her as hard as he could manage. Sometime just before Draco ejaculated, Arthur Weasley’s strained heart stop beating and he died there on the floor of his family kitchen where he had spent many wonderful moments with his family. The last view he had of life was that of his childhood sweetheart, his wife of nearly thirty years, and mother of his seven children, crying in torment as she was raped across his body. Amid the laughter of his enemies, the veil of darkness settled quietly over his eyes, and he contemplated his end. He had thought that he would die an old man, surrounded at the end by his loving children, and grandchildren. It was not to be, the surrounding pool of darkness opened to admit him, the intense pain withered away, and all was silent.

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Charlie Weasley arrived late at the stone barn in Normandy, it was a safe place he knew of across the Channel that belonged to a good friend from Hogwarts who now lived in France. Charlie entered cautiously and called out to his mum and dad, there was no reply, but in the back he heard sobbing. Moving slowly, Charlie located the source of the sound, it was his brother George. In his arms he was holding Fred. One look at the wide-open eyes staring into nothing and Charlie knew that he had now lost another brother. Bill, Ron, and now Fred were gone. Charlie knelt beside George and wrapped his arms around his brother, why was this awful thing happening to them?

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THE DAILY PROPHET

RAIDS BY AURORS AND INQUISITION RESULT IN CAPTURE OF SUSPECTED DARK WIZARDS.

Special Report to the Daily Prophet

By Correspondent Rita Skeeter

In a series of raids conducted under lawful warrant, two suspected Dark Wizards were captured by Aurors and agents of the Inquisition for interrogation, while one suspect was killed.

Yesterday, Ministry conducted raids in the area surrounding the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, a known hotbed of radical dissidents anxious to see the government left in chaos. At one site, the home of the notorious Weasley family, often called “The Burrow” in dark wizarding circles, agents attempted to peaceably serve a lawful warrant to search the premises for wanted criminals and contraband magical artifacts.

Before they could serve the warrant they were attacked by fugitives lurking within and those willingly granting them shelter and sustenance. In the process of performing their lawful duties to the community, and their self-defense, the agents called for reinforcements and assaulted the criminal’s hideout. In the ensuing melee one prisoner (Molly Weasley) was apprehended, one suspected dark wizard (Arthur Weasley) was killed, and two wanted criminals (Fred and George Weasley, known members of the infamous Potter gang), escaped, although one of them may have been wounded in his cowardly flight to delay justice. A fire started by the criminals to cause confusion and aid their escape was responsible for the complete destruction of the homestead and it outbuildings.

Several agents received minor wounds in the battle despite the ferocity of the criminal’s attack, but valiantly carried out their sworn duty despite the danger. All credited the inspiring leadership of Madam Delores Umbridge, newly appointed Head of the Inquisition, as having made the difference in the new wave of optimism. Agent-in-training Draco Malfoy, of the ancient and pureblood wizarding family of the same name, was particularly cited for his gallantry in the face of danger. He has been credited as a rising star in the new Ministry organization.

In a related raid in the same area, one Xenophilius Lovegood, father of Luna Lovegood (a known criminal and member of the Potter gang), was arrested for being drunk and disorderly, breach of the peace, and resisting arrest, after he attempted to start a scuffle with agents attempting to duly serve a lawful search warrant on the premises. Mr. Lovegood was reported to have received several minor cuts and bruises in the scuffle when he fell down a flight of steps due to his heavily inebriated state. Another rising star in the Inquisition, Agent in training Millicent Bulstrode, was credited with being instrumental in the success of the second raid.

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“Some things don’t change, even when you die,” thought Harry as he watched Fred Weasley laugh his arse off sitting on the floor, or whatever it was, of the anteroom to the next world, as he listened to Sirius Black tell him about Harry getting punched in the knackers by Ron for about the fifth time.

Harry had been sickened when he first heard, then saw, Mr. Weasley wandering around in the mist, then Fred had joined him. The two hadn’t known the other was dead till they met in the antechamber. Mr. Weasley had, at first, acted glad to see Fred, then realized what it meant to see his son here. Fred had explained that as the portkey started to pull him away from the Burrow he had been hit in the back by the curse, so he had died in transit.

The two of them filled Harry, and the others, in on what had happened after his death, that Ginny and the others had managed a quick escape, and were in hiding somewhere. Harry figured he knew where they were at; he just hoped Dumbledore could contact Fleur or Gabrielle in a dream soon. He would need help when he left the antechamber for the real world.

Harry was dismayed to hear that the Minister had just surrendered everything to Voldemort’s demands, and that Voldemort now claimed Harry’s estates as his own. The only bright spot was that the elves had escaped, without them the business was worthless to Voldemort.

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It was a beautiful day in the Alps, the sky was clear, the air was cold but not bitterly so, and the wind was calm. A beautiful day for skiing, thought Albus Dumbledore. It was one of the things of Earth that he would miss this year; very few knew that he had been an accomplished skier in his time. He had been very happy here on those Christmas vacations with Desiree and the girls, so many wonderful memories of teaching them to ski. He was quite glad that Fleur’s mind had chosen this to be their meeting point. Looking to his right Albus now saw that his daughter’s mind had arrived here. She was in REM sleep and producing this setting in her mind for them to communicate across the divide.

“Is your mother and the coven safe, my dear?”

“Yes, father,” she answered, “they are staying in the void, apparently Voldemort hasn’t figured out that it really exists, or, if he does, he can’t get in. The elves are there too, including the ones at Grimmauld place. Mum had the presence of mind to fetch Harry’s cloak and other things when she heard the news of his death. Is Harry all right on the other side?”

“Harry is close to me in the antechamber. He cannot pass into the light so he is not really dead, he is in a spirit state like Voldemort was before he reconstituted himself. If you and the coven can get into the room with the stone arch I think we can get Harry to the veil and force him back through it into your world, but he will have no body.”

“So he must reconstitute himself? I don’t know if I can do magic like that.”

“Once he is back through the veil Harry will still be a warlock, he can draw the coven’s power unto himself using the family sword as a foci to help with reconstitution. I’ll help you all I can with the incantations. But there is something you’ll need if it is available, Harry’s old body.”

“The Death Eaters petrified his corpse and put it on display in the lobby of the Ministry. His head is on a spear next to the body. Do you think he can go back into the old body?”

“No, the corpse has decayed by now, but he can use it to fashion a new one that his spirit can then enter. If it works then Harry will look the same as before, that ought to really scare the shit out of the Death Eaters. Plus, Voldemort destroyed his last remaining Horcrux when he cursed Harry, he is completely vulnerable, and probably doesn’t even know it. He can be killed now just like anyone else.”

“I had hoped that even if Harry was really dead that he had at least left Voldemort unprotected, but Voldemort has Excalibur, he has immense power through it.”

“That’s only because his reconstituted body was made using Harry’s blood, there is a trace of Harry inside Voldemort. The sword recognizes this, but I believe that when Harry returns the sword will recognize him as its true master, it may even turn on Voldemort.”

“That would require that Harry get very close to Voldemort, I don’t know how we can arrange that.”

“If we can reconstitute Harry then I have a plan that plays on Voldemort’s core fears. It’ll require excellent timing, but it will work if properly played out.”

“We will do our best,” said Fleur. “By the way, we have heard that Mr. Weasley is dead, is that true? Ginny wants to know.”

“The news is worse than that I’m afraid, Fred Weasley was killed as he escaped by port key as well. Both have arrived safely and were admitted by the light as was Ron and Bill. They are going to be all right.”

“So what do I need to do to put Harry back into a new body?” Fleur asked.

“This is part conjecture, but I think this will work….”

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Richard Clearwater was the Earl of Masham; he was also a muggle, but a muggle whose family had many links to the magical world that was hidden to most muggles. The eldest of three children, he inherited the title and estate of his muggle father and witch mother upon his father’s untimely death in a boating accident, but his younger brother and sister had inherited their mother’s magical abilities. He did not resent his sibling’s gifts and thus was invited to participate in the periphery of their world.

Part of that participation had been to attend his sister’s wedding twelve years earlier to a wizard whom she had met at Hogwarts. At the wedding reception, Richard had seen a lovely Slytherin witch, a friend of his sister, who was one of the bridesmaids. She seemed interested in the handsome young muggle Lord and they struck up a conversation. During the evening feast and the dance that followed, the two were already being labeled as an item by their friends. The next morning the beautiful witch awoke, stretched, and then looked down in the bed beside her and smiled at the young Lord she had given herself to the night before. A few weeks later she found out that she was pregnant with his child.

He had offered to make her his wife when he was told of the baby, but she had refused his offer. Joan Brennan did care for her muggle lover, and was perfectly willing to have his baby, but she wanted to live her own life on her own terms. Joan had joined the Aurors earlier that year, and knew the risks. The job was dangerous, even though the evil Lord Voldemort was believed dead, his followers still existed. She would accept risks for herself, but she couldn’t endanger him. However, even though she wasn’t ready to take him as her husband, she still showed up to share his bed on a fairly regular basis.

The result of their first night of passion was a beautiful little girl named Jeanne. Jeanne was a witch like her mum, but she had spent many weekends and summers with her beloved muggle father. She also knew that she was not to speak of him to outsiders, or tell anyone that her real name was Lady Masham. Joan had done her best never to involve Richard in any of the dangerous aspects of the magical world, but it couldn’t be helped now. She asked for his help, and Richard had been only too glad to step forward to give it.

To avoid taking loyalty spells to Voldemort and his Death Eaters, the surviving loyal agents of the Aurors and Inquisition had fled the service. Their positions were readily filled with Death Eaters, and Death Eaters want-to-be’s who had recently flocked to Voldemort’s standard. Fortunately, they were untrained and quite incompetent for the most part at the job. Still, those who had resigned were now considered enemies of the state and subject to false charges and imprisonment. Some had fled the country, but most just went underground.

The area around Masham was lightly populated; the land was mostly used in agricultural production. The region was very picturesque, looking like what everyone who had never been to England thought England looked like. There were rolling hills and woodlands, and a fair number of old ruins that dotted the landscape, and many of these were now on lands held by the Earl. Nearby there had once stood an old abbey named Jervaulx. It was only ruins now, but like many abbeys the main structure was only a small part of it, there had been a number of buildings and complexes dotting the surrounding area that had provided infrastructure support to the abbey. While the main site still drew a sizable number of muggle tourists out gawking, the outbuildings were forgotten.

One such outbuilding, a large medieval stable, had been converted by the Earl into a romantic bed and breakfast hotel. It was the perfect hideaway from the modern world, and that was exactly what Joan Brennan and some of her friends who had escaped the Death Eaters in Godric’s Hollow needed desperately right now. Together with Oliver Wood, Cho Chang, Roe Hooch, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Penelope Clearwater (who was Richard’s first cousin’s daughter), they had taken up residence in the bed and breakfast to hide out a bit and see what was about to happen next. Before the take over by Umbridge’s goons, Hooch had smuggled the real Percy Weasley out of the building and erased the records of his ever being held there.

Roe Hooch knew that the group had to make contact with Harry’s coven and try to join forces if they were to have any hope of fighting back. The resistance was too weak to do anything as splintered as they were. Even though Roe knew that she and Ripa were the two most wanted lesbian witches in England right now, she still had to take a chance and try to contact her, and she knew where to try.

Back in the old days at Hogwarts, Ripa and Roe had a meeting place in the Forbidden Forest where they could be together privately. It was a hollow stump of a great tree, the inside had been just the right size for both of them to lie on transfigured blankets and enjoy themselves. They often met there when they were frightened or felt in danger. In their school days Ripa had always told her that if they became separated that she would meet her there. Roe hoped that Ripa remembered about their old hiding place.

With her camouflaging cloak to protect her, Roe began apparating to Hogwarts just after dark and cautiously going near the old hollow tree, there she would wait to see if Ripa came to the place too. For several nights nobody showed, and she had started to worry about Ripa. On the fourth night, at about the time when the evening meal would be over, she felt a presence in the woods around her. She remained still and on guard, her wand ready if needed. Whoever it was also froze in place having detected her presence. After a few minutes a low whistle was heard, just a few notes, almost like a bird, but it was their old system at work, there was a calling whistle and a reply whistle. Roe softly gave the reply and waited for the caller to come to her.

Whatever else could be said about Ripa Balzhoff she knew how to move silently, even in the forest. Even Roe was a bit surprised when her friend and lover seemed to virtually appear in front of her with her wand pointed directly at her heart.

“What was the nickname you gave your first vibrator?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“The pussy poker! Speaking of which, what was your favorite fruit to eat out of my pussy?”

“Hmmmm, I don’t think I ever had an absolute favorite, but I was very fond of canned peaches … cherries are good too, but never blueberries … I hate those things.”

The two looked at each other for a moment, then they embraced and kissed. Roe was the first to break the kiss, “We need to find someplace better than here to do this.”

“Agreed,” said a smiling Ripa, who then gave her another long deep kiss. “I’ve missed you. I know just the place we can go.”

Taking Roe’s hand they disapparated, using several apparition jumps they made it to the place they had once been their happiest. It was a small woodland cottage on a pond just outside of Winchester. The summers following their fourth, fifth, and sixth years at Hogwarts they had spent some or most of the time here together. The cottage had been owned by Professor McGonagall, and she had taken care of them while they had developed their newfound sense of womanhood here. Minerva had always kept its existence a closely guarded secret, only a few had ever known of this place as her private summer retreat.

Checking the cottage, and the surrounding area, they found both were clear, using their wands they convinced the door to open for them. It actually seemed to remember them after all these years and appeared to desire the company. The two began weaving security spells inside and outside the cottage, and only when they felt safe did they disrobe and slip into the Jacuzzi. They took turns washing and massaging each other, their wands never more than an arm’s length away. Dinner was produced from can stores in the pantry and the two pranced and cuddled around the kitchen wearing only thongs, and that was primarily so they could have a place to carry their wands.

Finally, they went to their old bedroom, the thongs were removed, wands laid on the edge of the bedstead ready for immediate usage. Ripa lay on her left side, her legs apart, Roe gently knelt straddled her left leg and slid into position where their pubic mounds touched. Kneeling over her lover, Roe dangled her breasts onto those of Ripa, who responded by rubbing back. Even though their absence from each other had made them anxious, sex between them was never as frantic as when they had been with men; there was no hurry to shoot their load, only slow sensuous pleasure that was deeply fulfilling. When they were mutually satisfied, they cuddled into each other’s arms and slept deeply, trusting to their charms for protection. The next morning they awoke in each other’s arms, after a good morning kiss they knew it was time to get serious.

“Well isn’t this a fine fix we’re in,” said Roe. “We’re both unemployed, no money, and every Death Eater with a badge is trying to kill us or put us in a prison cell.”

“Wrong about the unemployed part,” replied Ripa. “Harry isn’t dead, not really.”

“Look, I know about the bullshit fake death he pulled at Hogwarts, but I saw his body in the Ministry lobby. He sure looked pretty dead to me.”

Ripa explained to Roe what Fleur had found out from her father. Roe still seemed mystified at the end; this was some heavy duty dark arts magic that almost made head spin.

“So Harry reversed Voldemort’s own black magic back on him, he’s like Voldemort was after he tried to kill Harry and failed?”

“That’s it in a nutshell. Voldemort was able to get back and reconstitute himself in a new body, so can Harry. We need to get inside the Ministry and get Harry’s body, get into the Department of Mysteries room with the veil.”

“That’s not going to be easy to do, the building is highly guarded, and everyone is checked. Can you come in using the void thing?”

“We could, but Fleur says the problem is the void is not a one to one correlation to the real world, we are on a rounded surface with depth, and the void is more two dimensional. It’s finding your way to a specific place that is the hangup. We can’t just pop in and out looking for the veil room and the lobby all over the place, it’s sure to alert the security. The best way would be to grab body and soul at the same time, then split.”

“What needs to be done?” asked Roe.

“We need to infiltrate the Ministry, plant homing beacons at Harry’s body and in the room with the veil. Fleur can simply make small holes in the void to find her way to them; from there she can mark the spots in the void. We can stage the raid at three or four AM when everyone on guard is sleepy, however, to do it in one fell swoop we need more people who know how to fight.”

“I have seven wands you can add to your current total, five are Ministry trained. That should be enough, and I can get your homing beacons planted.”

“Good,” said Ripa. “I figured that if there was still anyone on the inside that could help us you’d know about it.”

“There is,” replied Roe. “I’ve had to keep it secret, but Granger knows whom I’m talking about. Get the devices to me as soon as you can, I’ll see what we can do about getting them set in place, it’ll be a bit tricky.”

“All right, I have until noon before Fleur will come for me, how about some pancakes for breakfast, I’ll cook.”

“Put some blueberries in ‘em for you?”

“Eat me, bitch!”

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It had taken a little while to get everything and everybody coordinated, but Fleur finally opened the void into Masham and the two groups were joined. To this assembly were added Charlie and George Weasley who arrived from the continent with money and supplies from friends there. It had been a sad reunion as Ginny hugged her remaining brothers.

Finally, Fleur sat everyone down and explained to them about Harry and what had gone wrong in Godric’s Hollow. As a group they all decided that the only real chance of victory now was to get the sword back from Voldemort, and only Harry could do that. They agreed to take the offensive by attacking the Ministry building and getting Harry out as well as those members being held in the cells.

“But how are we going to get in to where we need to be?” asked Fleur.

“We have two operatives still inside the Ministry who are going to set marker portals for you to home in on,” answered Hooch, “one at Harry’s body, and one in the room with the veil passageway.”

“Whose left on the inside that will help us?” asked Ginny.

“I guess we might as well trust everyone at this point,” sighed Hooch. “Pansy Parkinson is an undercover agent of the Inquisition, and has been for nearly two years now.”

“PANSY PARKINSON!” screamed Ginny. “She took part in trying to kill us, she’s a Death Eater.”

“No, Ginny,” said Hermione, “Pansy was the one who brought you and Neville to me and Harry. She saved your lives, that’s why we had to keep pretending you two were dead. If anyone found out you two were alive then Voldemort would know Pansy didn’t really finish you off like she was supposed to have done. She released the Dark Mark over Hogwarts and set off the alarms to warn the Ministry that an attack was underway.”

“It’s completely true, Ginny,” said Poppy Pomfrey. “I was there when she arrived with you, Harry almost killed her on the spot but Hermione stopped him.”

“I can’t see Pansy as one of the good guys,” said a disbelieving Ginny. “I been waiting so long just to kill that skanky bitch, and now you tell me she’s been playing on my side all along.”

“You won’t like the second part any better I’m afraid,” said Hooch, who then proceeded to explain about Percy’s part in supplying information to Voldemort and the resulting arrest and injuries.

“Where is our brother now?” asked Charlie.

“We have him in a bed in the basement, I’ve done the best I could for him, and I would like Poppy and Desiree to see if there is anything they can do to help him.”

“So after all that’s happened to us you’re going to feed another of my brothers to the Dementors if we succeed at this?’ asked George. “Percy’s been a git, but he’s not evil.”

“Please listen to me,” said Hooch. “The Dragon went berserk and got medieval on him. Bartleby is beyond accountability for it now, so let’s put that aside.”

The next night, together with Ripa, Roe Hooch managed to have the Dementor named Beershebhat call to Baalgrog to meet them for instructions. Baalgrog was then able to pass a message to Pansy Parkinson to meet Hooch at an Inquisition safe house the two knew of that they hoped hadn’t been compromised. There, with Ripa standing guard outside, Hooch explained to Pansy what had to be done and gave her the three markers Fleur had enchanted. One looked like an ordinary stone and was to be laid in the room with the veil and arch; the second looked like a shirt button and was to be placed near Harry’s body; the third was a bronze Knut to be kept in Pansy’s pocket so she could exfiltrate out with the prisoners held in the dungeons.

The first part of the plan was for Pansy to get Jizzlobber to help her; she would need his shape changing abilities. Surveillance and security were tight inside the Ministry building but Pansy managed to find Percy alone and talk to him. It was difficult at first to get the elf to break character and trust her, but finally Pansy was able to convince the elf of her true allegiances and the need to help her.

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It was almost three in the morning, and all was quiet inside the main lobby of the Ministry building. Security for the night was being supervised by the Aurors Crabbe and Goyle, both resplendent in their official robes of office, and both quite asleep at their posts. Pansy had waited for two days until tonight because she knew two things were going to happen, the imbecile twins would be in charge of security, and Severus Snape would be gone from the Ministry on a “goodwill” visit to the continent to smooth over fears there. The last thing the Dark Lord needed was for the continental magi to throw their support behind the dissident factions here.

Through the main lobby, there was a clicking of stiletto bootheels on the stone floor up to the pair of Aurors who were on guard duty. Even though Pansy tried to walk as loudly as she could the dumbarse duo still sat there snoring in front of her.

“How’s it going, boys?” she asked sweetly, the sound of her voice finally panicking them awake. They looked around but calmed a bit when they saw it was just her standing there in her tight fitting black jeans and white blouse with her Inquisitor badge on it.

“UHM… Ah, all right,” said Goyle staring at Pansy’s ample breasts with obvious lustful thoughts. “Just taking a break, whatchu doin ere?”

“Just stretching my legs,” replied Pansy as she sexily stretched for them, knowing their beady little eyes were following every curve. “It gets cramped down in the interrogation rooms, and smelly. Most of that mudblood and blood traitor lot we have down there have no staying power. One or two good kicks in the appropriate gender specific places and they’re pissing themselves, and covered in sweat. And the bleating noises the silly buggers make, always begging for mercy and shit like that, like it’s my fucking fault that they can’t stand the pain anymore. Fuck’em, right, eh?”

“Yeah, right,” laughed Crabbe. “I been wanting to come down and take a lick or two at them. You got some cunt down there too for the taking I hear.”

“Oy, Draco said he did a turn on the old Weasley hag, busted a right fair nut in her as the old fart of a husband died right under her,” Goyle laughed. “I could stand a turn on that.”

“I don’t see why you haven’t been sent down before now then, course it’s not up to me who gets the duty assignments,” Pansy replied as she casually, but sexily, strode over to the raised podium where Harry Potter’s body lay petrified. “So how is our old schoolmate holding out against the mildew and mold?”

The two Aurors laughed as they walked over to join her by Harry’s body. “Oh yeah,” said Crabbe, “look at the silly git, thought he was so tough, said he could come back from the dead.”

“Well it’s been over a week now and the stupid git still looks dead to me,” chuckled Goyle. “I think he’s going to stay dead this time.”

Pansy bent over Harry’s corpse with the button portal palmed in her hand. “Aw, look at that,” she said in a mocking falsetto voice, “Harry’s dropped a button, I’ll put it in his pocket so he won’t lose it, he might need that if he does come back to life.”

The three laughed cruelly as Pansy slipped the portal into Harry’s trouser pocket. “Well, I guess I’d better get back to work. We may soon have some information on the location of Potter’s old gang. If we can drag in that bunch of mudbloods and muggle lovers there’ll be plenty of work involved in softening them up. Might need extra help, I’ll keep you in mind if we do.”

Pansy walked out of sight leaving the two standing there laughing at Harry and leering at her arse as she walked off. The first part of the job was done.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

Yaxley was always afraid when he drew duty to guard the Department of Mysteries. He never liked the place; it was too damned spooky for him. It was nearly half past three when he heard voices and footsteps approaching the main door. No one was supposed to be allowed in here without authorization from either the Dark Lord or Severus Snape, and nobody ever came here at night. Yaxley had his wand at the ready as the door opened, and then saw that the person entering was Severus Snape, accompanied by the Parkinson girl.

“But, Sir, why do we have to do this in the middle of the night, can’t this shit wait until morning,” argued Pansy.

“This shit, as you call it, was ordered done immediately by the Dark Lord himself,” shouted back Snape in a very nasty tone of voice. “When the Master gives me an order I follow it, and I don’t question its value, I certainly don’t call it shit. Perhaps tomorrow you can ask him why this shit is important to him, would you like me to arrange that for you?”

“No, Sir,” said a cowed Pansy with her head lowered.

“Then just keep your fucking mouth shut and follow your fucking orders, is that clear?” Snape growled as Pansy nodded slowly.

“Yaxley,” said Snape. “Special orders; you are to tell no one about our being here if you enjoy having your head and your arse connected to the same body. Open the door for us, close it behind us. We’ll knock when we are ready to leave, we won’t be long.”

Yaxley nodded vigorously and proceeded to open the locked gate, and then relock it after them. Inside the door was a round room with dozens of similar looking doors that led to different mysteries.

“Show us the door to the room with the veil between the worlds,” said Pansy. The room rotated until it stopped with a door immediately in front of them. Opening the door Pansy and Jizzlobber, in the form of Snape, entered the room. It looked just as Hermione and Luna had described it. A large stone amphitheater with a pointed stone archway in the center. Hanging in the archway was a wispy black veil that flapped as though in a mild breeze, but none could be felt. Walking to the edge of the veil, and careful not to touch it, Pansy could indeed hear voices on the other side, but could not distinguish any particular voice. If all were going according to plan, then Harry should be right on the other side with Dumbledore.

“Harry!” she shouted into the slightly flapping veil. The murmur of voices seemed to grow quieter. “If you can hear me, it’s Pansy Parkinson, the time is three forty-five. Be ready for them in half an hour.”

With that, she laid the second portal on the floor near the archway. The second task was accomplished. Then she and Jizzlobber, in Snape’s form, left the Department of Secrets, with Yaxley again cautioned not to mention their appearance there for any reason. The two then hurried to the lower basement floors where the cells holding the prisoners were located. There she would locate the cells holding Ginny’s mum, Luna’s dad, and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

It was an interesting week for Harry. It was the longest he had ever gone without eating, drinking, sleeping, as well as pissing, crapping, and, in the recent past anyway, sex. He knew a little about what was going on from Dumbledore’s conversations with Fleur. He wasn’t sure if all this would work or not, but it was worth a try.

Moody and Sirius had tracked down the loose Horcruxes in the anteroom area, and had finally managed to bind them up where they couldn’t get loose. They looked like a couple of crazed street urchins. Their skin was bruised and torn; their faces had nothing but hate and pain in them. Dumbledore said that the injuries had come from tearing them out of Voldemort’s soul. There was nothing to do with this lot except chuck them in when the rest of Voldemort arrived. At least now they couldn’t hamper Harry.

Harry got to spend plenty of time with his parents for the first time in his life. He was pleased to finally see them of course, but after a while it got fairly tense. There was something they weren’t telling him, but he didn’t know what it was. Also, they still acted like he was their little one year old boy who had simply gotten bigger. Harry was a man, he’d fought in battles, he’d killed men, and he had several babies on the way. He saw himself more as their equal rather than their child, and it was starting to grind on him a bit. Still he knew that it wasn’t their fault, death had been as traumatic for them as it had for him. Sirius was the one who primarily helped Harry stay calm by treating him as an adult, with Dumbledore’s help. Dumbledore spent time talking with Harry about a plan he had to defeat Voldemort if everything worked out with returning him to Earth. He also advised Harry to avoid using magic in the immediate presence of Voldemort.

“He can’t hijack power from you if you don’t call it to yourself,” advised Dumbledore.

“Harry, darling, there is someone I want you to meet,” his mum said to him later as he and Fred had been talking to Sirius about the Tickle Twat Mints. “This is my mother’s older sister, Myrtle. She was a witch and my mother never told Tuney or me about it, we were only told that a sister of hers died as a young girl. But this is the Myrtle who was killed in the girl’s room at Hogwarts.”

Harry looked up in sheer amazement at the figure of Moaning Myrtle standing there in the flesh, so to speak. Myrtle was his mum’s aunt, which meant she was his great aunt. “Holy shit!” thought Harry. “I got a blow job in the bathtub from my great aunt!”

“Hello, Harry,” said Myrtle graciously, “I understand you finally killed the big snake that murdered me all that time ago. Thank you.” She then leaned over and gave him a hug. It felt very different from the last time she had made contact with him.

“Yes … I, ah … I killed it,” fumbled Harry. “It’s just odd really seeing you like this.”

“So I’m a ghost back on Earth, and haunting the girl’s bathroom moaning and crying all the time,” she said with an embarrassed look. “That’s kind of humiliating.”

“Well, everyone’s kind of used to it by now, sort of part of what made Hogwarts unique, like Peeves,” said Harry. “Plus you helped me find the Chamber of Secrets and get through the Triwizard tournament. We are friends back there.”

“If this works and you do get to go back will you tell my ghost that I’m all right here, that she can move on if she wishes to?”

“If this works out I’d be happy to do that for you, Aunt Myrtle, I just don’t know that the other you would believe me.”

Pulling Harry aside, Myrtle whispered so only Harry could hear. “You tell her that the night before I died I diddled myself to sleep while fantasizing that Rupert Edgecombe was doing me under the stands at the Quidditch field after he had just won the house cup for Ravenclaw, that ought to convince her.”

There were others who came by to see Harry. Amos and Cedric Diggory dropped by to say hello. Professor Sprout came by to introduce Harry to Loretta Lovegood, Luna’s mum. Spout had been entirely correct when she had told Harry that Luna’s mum was beautiful. They talked about Luna a while, and Harry came away from the meeting with a totally different take on Luna if this is what she would look like in a couple of years of filling out. Arthur and Fred came by several times to talk, Bill showed up once with them and acted fairly civil. Ron was still pissed off it seemed, and never showed again. Harry had hoped that Ron would cool off and talk to him; the two of them had taken the piss at each other before, but had always worked it out. It bothered Harry that his former best friend hated him so now.

Finally, the moment came when Sirius ran up to him. “Harry, it’s time. Dumbledore just heard the call from the other side of the veil. We’re going to try and send you back tonight. Follow me.”

Harry set off after them at a trot. Just as in the void, it was difficult to measure direction and distance as everything looked like a fogbank in here. After a bit, Harry saw it looming in the mist, it was the stone arch and flapping veil like the one he had seen inside the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry building, but it just stood alone here. Dumbledore, Merlin, Moody, Tonks, Arthur, Fred, Amos, Cedric, Loretta Lovegood, Aunt Myrtle, James, and Lily were already there clustered around the veil.

As Harry stood there beside Dumbledore, he decided to ask him the one question that had been bothering him since that night at Hogwarts when Dumbledore had died. He wouldn’t likely get another chance.

“Professor, why did you trust Snape?”

“Harry, there’s something I want you to remember,” said Dumbledore with the old gleam now back in his blue eyes. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. I figured that Voldemort would show up again some day. With Snape at my side I knew that I would know when he did. I only ever trusted Snape to act in his own best interest and played him accordingly.”

“But he ended up killing you.”

“Another thing I want you to remember, every once in while, no matter how clever you are, everybody fucks up,” said Dumbledore with a wink. “You can’t always cover all the angles; you’ve just got to do the best you can.”

“I’ll try to remember that if I make it back,” said Harry with a grin. “By the way, what exactly are we waiting for?”

“We are waiting until hailed from beyond the veil,” said Dumbledore. “Then we will concentrate on pushing you through while they mentally pull on you. If successful, you will be transported back into their world, but as a disembodied soul. Someone will call to you and you should go to them, occupy their body with them, just like Voldemort did Quirrell. Fleur knows what to do next. They should have everything ready at a safe place they have prepared.”

“A lot will still depend upon you, Harry,” said Merlin. “You have to want to go back, it’s almost like apparition, you have to see yourself there with them. Take a good running start, focus on where you want to be, on being with those calling you back, and make a leap of faith into the veil.”

“And remember that the Horcruxes are all gone now, there is no more magical protection for either him or you,” said Moody. “Fuck up this time and it’ll be a one-way trip back.”

The wait was interminable to Harry. As was the fear. What if he was somehow to remain trapped between the worlds, not able to truly join either and move on? He mostly spent the time talking with his mum and dad. She told him about her experiments with her perfume and that she would like for Harry to finish it if he could.

“It was almost ready,” she said, “it just needed a little something to make it more sexually attractive. Desiree said that she had an idea, but I never had the chance to get back into my lab with her and try it.”

“The lab has stayed locked tight, mum,” said Harry. “It’s like you left it, no one’s been able to get it all these years.”

“Oh, yes, I forgot, that’s because the door is a fake,” said Lily. “You have to apparate in like you do into the apartment. Take the pendant that your father gave me for our engagement, and my wand. Stand at the doorway and tap the ruby three times with the wand, and you’re inside. Same to leave. All my stuff should still be in there, you’ll be rich, darling, if you finish developing the formula.”

“Well you two left me well setup as it was,” said Harry.

“Not a bad inheritance, eh?” asked James. “I knew that —“

James was interrupted by Dumbledore calling for silence. From the veil, Harry heard a faint voice he thought he would never hear again, it was Ginny calling to him to come to her.

Dumbledore came over and shook his hand, “Now or never, my boy, finish this.”

James and Lily came to him and hugged him close to them. “We love you, baby, and we are proud of you. We just regret we missed out on raising you.”

“I love you too, I hope to see you all again some day, just not too soon I hope.”

The assembled crowd laughed a bit. Then Harry focused his mind on the veil, he remembered the room beyond in the Ministry. He heard Ginny’s faint voice calling out again. He focused on her voice, he saw her in his mind, and he willed himself to be where she was.

In front of him, Harry heard Albus Dumbledore yell into the veil, “HE’S COMING NOW!” Turning to those around him, Dumbledore said, “Let’s join our thoughts and push him through this. Go Harry! Go now!”

Doing his best to stay focused on Ginny; Harry ran full till and leapt into the veil.