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Chapter 51: The Return of the Aurors

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“Where is the girl now?” asked Voldemort. It was an hour before dawn, and Snape had just awakened him from a troubled sleep.

“She just arrived at the central security office in the main lobby, my Lord, I was about to have her taken to the cellblock and scanned,” answered Snape.

“Take me to her now,” said Voldemort.

“My Lord, are you sure about this?” asked Snape. “You are secure here; you are hidden from your enemies. The lobby has already been breached before; please allow me to handle this task for you.”

“No, Severus,” replied Voldemort brusquely. “We want to talk to her now, come with us, bring the others, she may know where Potter is and we want everyone ready to move in an instant to crush them before they escape if she does.”

As Voldemort entered the security office Millicent fell to her knees before him. “My Lord, I’m not a traitor, I was taken by force, I escaped and returned to serve you faithfully again, please believe me,” she pleaded.

“Where is Potter!” screamed Voldemort.

“He is dead, my Lord, you killed him, but he is not your real enemy, it is another who plans your downfall, and there are traitors in your midst who plot with him to kill you tonight.”

“Then tell us who is our real enemy, and where is he at?”

“It is Dumbledore, my Lord, he isn’t dead, it was all a plot to deceive you. He seeks eternal life and power, it’s a plot.”

“The girl is a raving lunatic,” spit Snape. “Dumbledore is dead, I saw him die with my own eyes. The girl is part of a trick to fool you, kill her now, my Lord.”

“Severus, why is it you always seem to think us so easily fooled,” said Voldemort in the calm voice that always frightened everyone who knew the Dark Lord. “We have our own ways of determining the truth.”

Voldemort placed his hands on either side of Millicent’s head and stared into her eyes. It wasn’t as efficient or as safe as a professionally done Inquisition brain scan, but it was effective, though a little rough on the one being scanned (as a witch named Bertha Jorgenson had discovered several years earlier). Millicent’s body began to shake as Voldemort picked her brain of the last week’s events. When he was done he stood there shaking with rage, he contemptuously flung the girl’s quivering body away from him into a corner.

The girl was telling the truth. The git of Godric Gryffindor still lived! That was the nagging fear that had haunted his dreams all this time. How could the bloodline of Godric have fallen so easily to the likes of Severus Snape, when he had frustrated Voldemort himself so many times in the past? The answer was now clear. Dumbledore had made a fool of them with his plots and schemes, just as his ancestor had done to them before. Worse, they had a traitor in his midst who plotted his death, and that traitor could only be one person. With one motion Voldemort drew his wand and turned. Ropes sprang from the wand and wrapped around the body of Severus Snape binding him tightly. Voldemort then called Snape’s wand to his hand, and placed it inside his own robes.

“But now we understand why you think we are so easily fooled,” he said in that frighteningly calm tone of voice that usually proceeded extremely violent death. “You appear to have been fooling us for some time haven’t you?”

“My Lord, I have served you faithfully all these many years, I have explained myself and my actions, how can you believe what this stupid girl says over me. You know my mind, my every thought, nothing is shielded from you.”

“Severus, aren’t you the one who laughed and bragged about how easily you were able to fool the great Albus Dumbledore for all those years? Bragged about how well you could block your thoughts? How you had even fooled the Inquisition when questioned after our setback all those years ago? You constantly practice your abilities. We thought you were only trying to hide the fact that you were a pathetic sodomite spilling your seed in Wormtail, and dreaming of having the Malfoy boy in your bed. But what else could have been layered under the sickening thoughts of your perversions for the rectums of young boys such as Draco here? Wouldn’t it be the perfect hiding place for thoughts of treason, underneath the disgusting? Knowing that we wouldn’t want to look deeper there? Quite brilliant actually. We must commend your ingenuity.”

Snape stood there staring at those whom he had commanded only seconds before, now they stared back at him in disgust, all except Bellatrix who was loving every second of watching Snape’s downfall. Draco’s eyes were wide in horror as he surveyed his former tutor.

“My Lord, I am faithful,” said a sobbing Snape. “Your enemies are attempting to deceive you with lies into the loss of a valuable and true servant.”

“Severus, for old time’s sake we will ask nicely, tell us, where is Dumbledore hiding?”

“My Lord, Dumbledore is dead, I killed him for you. It is a trick, it must have been a changling elf disguised as Dumbledore.”

“No Severus, it wasn’t,” said Voldemort as he raised his wand and brought to bear on Snape’s trembling frame. “It was Dumbledore; he knew too much, he knew what we had discussed in private only days ago. He moved like Dumbledore, he spoke like Dumbledore, not just the voice but the way he chose his words, his expressions as he spoke. Even the way he had plotted our overthrow, it was just how Godric’s spawn would think, that sneaky old bastard. No, it was him, he’s trying to make fools of us again.”

“Then I am an innocent victim of his deception, I truly though him dead….”

“CRUCIO!” yelled Voldemort as Snape fell to the floor writhing from the unbearable pain coursing through his body. Snape’s screams filled the lobby as the crowd of Death Eaters and hangers on who were arriving for their morning work shift collected there drawn by the noise. “Tell us what we want to know and we will make your death a quick one despite your treachery. Where is Dumbledore?”

“My Lord, I swear I don’t know, I am innoc…, AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGH!” Snape screamed again as the Dark Lord incanted the torture curse upon him. For nearly a minute Snape squirmed against his bonds, screaming till his voice turned hoarse. Finally, the Dark Lord lowered his wand, and reached beneath his robes to bring out the sword of power, Excalibur. Motioning to Rookwood and Avery to stand Snape back on his feet, they lifted him up and helped him stand shakily. Snape looked up and saw that Bellatrix was absolutely loving this, he had never seen her looking happier; then he turned to face Voldemort. He had served this insane megalomaniac for over eighteen years, and now after one unsubstantiated claim of betrayal, he was about to be killed by him. Only now did Severus Snape truly realize what a damned fool he had been.

Voldemort pointed the sword at Snape’s bowels. “Last chance for an easy death, Severus, tell me what we want to know and it’ll end quickly, you know the alternative.”

“My Lord, I speak the truth, I am innocent, I do not know where your enemies are,” Snape sobbed through quivering lips.

“As you wish then … CRUCIO!” The power of the sword slammed Snape’s body backwards against the wall, his hoarse screams sounding more like a rasping grunt. After about ten seconds, Snape’s body began to swell from the force passing through him, his eyes swelled as the terror of imminent death filled his fast failing senses. All eyes were focused on Snape when a woman’s voice rang out loudly in the lobby.

“NOW!” This was followed by a high-pitched scream of intense pain from Voldemort as he dropped the sword to the stone floor where it clattered, and threw his hands to his groin where blood started spurting through his fingers. Looking down, he saw a bloody lump of flesh falling through his robes to hit the floor. It took a moment of thought to realize that it was his genitals, he had been gelded. Then the shock of the blow wore off and the intense pain of his castration finally struck home in his brain.

He screamed in a high pitched wail of pain as his followers were frozen into a state of inaction by the suddenness of the attack that seemed to come from nowhere. Then there was a shimmer as the invisibility cloak fell away exposing Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter standing there before Voldemort. In a flash, Harry picked up the sword and stepped behind Voldemort holding sword extended in front of him. Ginny then performed a flawless high kick with the boots that she had just used to remove Voldemort’s cock and balls; and kicked the screaming Dark Lord in the center of the chest, driving him upwards and back onto the waiting blade of Excalibur in Harry’s hand.

Another shimmer appeared in front of the amazed Snape as he watched the tip of Excalibur exit through the front of Voldemort’s chest, and Fleur Dumbledore appeared there with the Sorting Hat in one hand and the sword of Godric Gryffindor in the other. She dropped the Hat and grabbed a handful of greasy black hair on Snape’s head.

“You didn’t think I was going to let HIM kill you — did you, motherfucker?” she spit at him. “This is for killing my father, Albus Dumbledore — now rot in hell.”

With that she swung the sword, the blade cleaved Snape’s neck as though it weren’t even there. The decapitated body fell away as a fountain of blood gushed from the severed jugular; and she turned to the horrified crowd holding out the head with Snape’s eyes and mouth still moving. She then flung the bloody head into crowd, which broke the shock that had held the crowd frozen in place, immediately most of them broke and ran for the exits. Those remaining die-hard Death Eaters reached instead for their wands.

From behind Harry and Fleur came a rush of feet as Hooch and Balzhoff led the attack into the gathered Death Eaters. While everyone’s attention had been focused on the torture of Snape, Gabrielle had opened the void into the dark shadows of the nearby empty side corridor. The darkness of the void had blended with the shadows making the portal nearly invisible and allowing Harry, Ginny and Fleur to come out and move into position under the cover of invisibility.

Ginny turned around now with her wand drawn to stare into the trembling face of Draco Malfoy. “Remember me?” she said quietly. There was the sound of running water and a pool of yellow liquid formed around Draco’s shoes as he pissed himself.

“Fear is not an option,” she said as Draco regained motor control and attempted to flee. He managed about three steps until a stupefy curse from Ginny brought him down hard and unconscious to the floor.

Looking up from the bronze blade of the sword sticking out of his chest, Voldemort surveyed the disintegration of his once fearsome Death Eaters. Before the unexpected onslaught of trained Aurors and Inquisitors, even the hardcore Death Eaters fell like wheat before the scythe. In seconds, Jugson and Mulciber lay still on the floor felled by Hooch and Balzhoff’s opening rounds. Avery tried to get a curse away at Fleur, but a Reducto curse from Hermione lifted him off his feet and threw him into a crowd of Ministry security officers, bowling them over as they attempted to flee. Still dazed, Avery tried to scramble to his feet, but a death curse struck him in the chest and he fell still.

Caught in the open, a dozen or so young Death Eater recruits wearing badges proclaiming them to be Aurors and Inquisitors made their second, and final, great mistake when they drew their wands on the real thing. They were mowed down. The last two standing dropped their wands and tried to raise their trembling hands in an appeal for mercy, but it was too late for surrender now. There was a flashing of green lights and the bodies of Leon Yaxley and Blaise Zabini fell on top of the other corpses, their dead open eyes blankly staring in horror at the ceiling.

Rolanda Hooch knew that many of those now left in the lobby weren’t Death Eaters or sympathizers, but just Ministry employees who had needed their jobs too badly to quit, she had no interest in harming them. She put her wand tip to her throat and incanted “SONOROUS!”

“ANYBODY WHO DOESN’T WANT TO DIE BETTER GET ON THE FLOOR NOW!” her voice boomed out over the screams and shouts of fear. The bulk of the crowd dropped down to lie on the floor. The remainder broke and ran for the lobby exits led by Bellatrix and Wormtail. Rookwood followed them, but made the fatal error of trying to turn and get off a curse at those chasing him. He was hit almost simultaneously by three death curses from Hermione, Pansy, and Alicia Spinnet. His corpse was sent flying through the air spinning end over end to hit the wall and slowly slide down to the floor leaving smears of blood trailing behind him.

Voldemort tried to reach for his wand, but for some strange reason his fingers didn’t work right. It was slowly sinking in on him that he was dying, and this time there was no lifeline back to Earth. The rage swelled within him, he wanted to scream, but couldn’t.

“I know that you have murdered thousands in your lifetime,” came the calm voice from behind him, “and you deserve to die for each and every one of them, but I want you to know that what’s about to happen now is payback for just two of your victims, James and Lily Potter.”

Voldemort heard a sucking sound as the blade tip withdrew back into his chest. Then there was a flash of light as the blade was swung in an arc. With only the slightest hesitation, the flesh and bone of his neck parted to grant right-of-way to the blade of Excalibur. His head wobbled in a particularly funny way and he saw the floor coming up to meet him, he tried to throw out his arms to catch his fall, but he had no arms. It hurt when his head hit, his vision blurred, then cleared. A shoe rolled his head around so that he could look up.

There he saw his headless corpse with the blood still spurting, and Harry Potter looking down at him. The insolent little bastard was giving him a two-finger salute. He wanted to scream out his rage, to say something, but all he could taste in his mouth was blood. Then the shadows descended and all started growing dark, just like it had once before. He had come back from death’s entryway before; he would do it again, no matter how long it took. He was Lord Voldemort, the chosen heir of Salizar Slytherin, he would have his vengeance. He couldn’t die, he wouldn’t die, he had been promised eternal life and dominion over all. He focused his mind with all his remaining willpower as the black pit opened to swallow him — he wouldn’t die! Then all was black.

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Millicent Bulstrode stared in stark raving terror as Fleur walked up to her with her wand out. She tried crawling backwards to escape, but was already cornered with no place left to go. Trapped, she tried to form words to plead for her life one last time, but to no avail as Fleur put the wand to her temple.

“DORME PACUM,” intoned Fleur softly and Millicent immediately went into a deep dreamless sleep. Fleur levitated the sleeping girl’s body into the void where her mum, Oliver, and Poppy were waiting for any casualties. “Take care of her mum; she’s had it rough, even though she did bring it on herself.”

“I’ll look after her,” said a softly crying Desiree as she hugged her daughter and kissed her cheek. “You avenged your father, just as you said you would.”

“I don’t think we could have done it without you. You were brilliant mum; I almost believed you were daddy myself. You certainly fooled Voldemort.”

“No darling, he fooled himself; he never loved a woman like your father loved me. Never having shared himself with anyone, he thought no one else could have either. I knew your father as well as I know myself, it was no great feat to portray him using a little polyjuice potion as makeup. Veela’s are naturally good actresses too.”

“And daddy was the only one he truly feared, the only one he would have believed could have fabricated all of this as a trap. What daddy told Harry about Voldemort’s paranoia was correct. Daddy got him from beyond the grave; I bet he’ll be pleased with himself.”

“He is, baby, he is.”

Ginny walked up with a big smile on her face. She had thrown the invisibility cloak over Draco and was levitating him bound and unconscious behind her.

“Can you find a place for this sack of shit inside and keep him there till I call for him?” she quietly asked Desiree

“Got plans for him have we?” asked Desiree, to which Ginny just smiled and nodded.

“Did you see the stupid look on Voldemort’s face when I gelded the great git?” Ginny said to Fleur. “When the toe bottomed out against the bone the blade came out perfectly to cut them off. Ruined his day.”

“Look, Ginny,” said Fleur. “I think we have everything under control here. Harry is still weak, he needs some rest, why don’t you take him back to the Masham place and start spreading the word. The others who quit the Ministry will come back as soon as they hear. We can hunt the last of the Death Eaters down. You can give Harry some womanly comfort for all of us while you’re at it.” Ginny didn’t need further convincing, she rushed over to Harry and led him back into the void with sword in hand.

Back in the main lobby, Hermione was supervising the detention of those Ministry workers still down there. Most would soon be allowed to return home unless they were known to be true followers of Voldemort. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw a bit of motion scurrying across the floor. It was a large beetle hurrying towards a floo exit.

Hermione knew that particular beetle; it was none other than a particularly obnoxious reporter for the Daily Prophet named Rita Skeeter in her secret animagus form. Skeeter had published some particularly odious stories about Harry and Hermione a few years earlier. Of late, she had become Voldemort’s propaganda officer. Hermione had come to loath Rita. She quickly crossed over to where Rita was scampering to try and escape arrest.

Moments later, as Fleur came back from the opening to the void to help with the mopping up she saw Hermione standing by the fountain scrapping the sole of her boot on the raised stone.

“What’s the matter, Hermione?” she asked jovially. “Did you step in shit or something?”

“Yeah,” answered Hermione, looking at a big green splotch on the floor near the wall, “something like that.”

Exiting the void back into the bed and breakfast inn, Ginny informed Lord Masham and the others about Voldemort’s death, as well as Snape’s and the remaining core of the Death Eaters. Cheers went up from those still there. Ginny hugged her mother, and gave Neville a kiss on the cheek. Luna was there beside Neville, where she had practically stayed since he had sacrificed himself in her place to bring Harry back to life. Not having real training in assault tactics she was selected to stay behind to help guard the inn.

“We are still hunting for Bellatrix,” Ginny whispered to them, “but I’ve got Draco in the void. We’ll get together soon and have some quality time with him; you’re both invited to join in.”

“I think I’d like that,” said Luna. Neville just kind of nodded and looked away. Ginny understood how he felt; whatever happened to Draco wouldn’t bring him back his manhood. Once Harry had been placed in the void to recover after the reconstitution they had all gathered around Neville to ask him why he had sacrificed his own flesh when Luna had drawn the short straw.

“They weren’t working right anyway,” he had said to Ginny with a forced smile. “I had the need but not the ability to do anything about it, if I couldn’t be a proper man at least I could bring one back, it was the best use I could put them to.”

“Thank you, Neville,” Ginny had blubbered out through her tears. “I know you don’t feel like it now, but to me you’ll always be a proper man.” The others had nodded their agreement.

“Anyway, I couldn’t stand to see you hurt,” Neville had said staring directly into Luna’s tear-filled eyes. After that, Luna had become Neville’s personal nurse and rarely left his side.

Ginny led Harry into the bedroom that she and Hermione had been using. She helped Harry out of his clothes then shed her own. Ginny slid into bed beside Harry and snuggled next to him, within seconds Harry was fast asleep. Ginny lay there stroking him and softly kissing him. She felt tired too, but was afraid to sleep. She had endured the horror of seeing Harry die, she had grieved his loss, and then dealt with the possibility of having him back. Now he was here, warm and alive again, it was her man, literally back from the dead; and the one who had killed him was the bloody beheaded corpse now. Ginny was frightened that if she went to sleep that she would wake up and find it was all just a dream. Because if this was a dream, then she didn’t want to wake up.

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Wormtail was nearly out of breath from running as he followed closely behind Bellatrix through the corridors of the Ministry building second floor. Only the fear of being captured kept him on his feet and moving. If he had only had a few moments to change into rat form and hide then he would have, but those damned Inquisition bitches were too close behind. The way out through the floo network was blocked to them, but that wasn’t where Bellatrix was headed. She was headed for what had been Lord Voldemort’s unofficial Ministry office near that of Fudge’s office. She knew her former Master well; he was not one to be bottled up with no way out. Somewhere in that office was a portkey out of the building.

Nearby, in the side corridor, Pansy Parkinson raced for the same goal, she knew how Voldemort thought too. He would have kept an escape route open in his office, if she could get there first she would have the only way out blocked. Turning the last corner she saw the door to his office, she put on a last burst of speed to get there. At the edge of the main hallway, a booted leg was extended too late for Pansy to stop. She tried to jump over, but the owner of the boot knew what she was doing. She deftly hooked Pansy’s foot and pulled her legs out from under her. Pansy sailed through the air and hit the floor hard, bumping her head on the stone floor tile.

Pansy knew she couldn’t lay there all sprawled out, her body exposed, but her muscles refused to work. She could hear the clicks of heels hurrying up to her body and steeled herself for the worst. A second later her brain seemed to explode in pain as she was kicked in the groin, the pain was devastating to her, and she didn’t have any balls down there to be crushed. More kicks from heavy brogan shoes landed on her chest and shoulder, and she was roughly turned over.

“Why look, Wormtail, it’s your pretty little friend, the one you say you never suspected was a traitor,” spit Bellatrix as she focused her wand on Pansy’s forehead. “Now you are going to pay for your treachery.”

There was a quick scuffling as figures appeared at the corner of the main hallway; it was Hooch, Angelina, Balzhoff, and Remus. “Drop the wand, Bella,” screamed Hooch. “Voldemort is dead; you two are all that’s left alive, give yourself up.”

“You have got to be shitting me!” screamed Bella as she lifted Pansy’s still dazed body by the hair to shield herself. “Do you really think I don’t know what will happen to me if I surrender? I’ll be today’s brunch menu for the Dementors, Wormtail too. No, if you want to kill me you’ve got to kill your little friend here. Do you have it in you? Huh?”

Hooch was tempted to sacrifice Pansy to finish it now, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Wormtail quickly used the Dark Mark on his arm to gain entry to the office. With a smile of triumph on her face, Bellatrix and Pansy followed him in and closed the door. Seconds later, the pursuers saw a bright light shine under the crack at the bottom of the door as a portkey was activated. Bellatrix and Wormtail had escaped, and they had a hostage.

“Damn!” muttered Hooch bitterly, she then looked around and saw the eyes of the others were on her. “My decision, my responsibility. Angelina and I will check out the office. Ripa, you and Remus check out Fudge’s office. He’s probably hiding under his desk. Collect all the prisoners in the lobby, when we know it’s safe we’ll bring in Kingsley and get the new government set up.”

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When Harry opened his eyes it was dark outside, he had slept all day. Ginny was cuddled up naked beside him snoring gently. She looked beautiful and incredibly sexy laying there asleep. As Harry looked at her body he felt something he hadn’t felt happen in a while, his cock started getting erect. Harry had felt no longing for sex since his return, and he had been unable to satisfy himself in the antechamber of wherever it was he had been. But the need was back and he was aching for release.

Moving slowly Harry shifted himself into Ginny to gently awaken her. Her eyes flipped open as she awakened; she seemed a bit perturbed with herself that she had fallen asleep. Harry kissed her lips gently and slowly moved her warm hand down till it caressed his swollen cock.

“I need my woman,” said Harry softly, and he felt Ginny roll on her back and begin to shift her position on the bed so as to allow him to enter her.

“She’s right here, get what you need,” was all she whispered as Harry moved into position to penetrated her. When he had worked himself in he knelt over his beloved and kissed her, then began to slowly stroke himself in and out of her. Lying there he had wondered if his new body still had the talents the old one had acquired, it was soon apparent that he had the prowess, he was just lacking the practice. That could, and would, be easily reacquired soon enough.

As he got into his rhythm with his hips gently rocking back and forth into her, Ginny began to softly moan and cry. She clung tightly to him and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts halfway. The pita-pat of their flesh meeting filled the room as Harry picked up the tempo. Soon they were calling out each other’s names and moaning in mutual pleasure. Harry tried to hold himself until he knew Ginny had orgasmed, but his need was too great to be put off long, in only a few minutes he could delay his release no longer.

Harry surrendered to his need and felt pleasure of his release fill his body. When the after-glow of pleasure from his release had subsided, Harry went into the bathroom to drain his bladder. It felt good to be able to piss again. Returning to bed, he snuggled with Ginny, and the two were soon asleep.

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THE DAILY PROPHET

“THE CHOSEN ONE” RETURNS FROM THE DEAD!

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED DEAD

FUDGE ADMINISTRATION ROUTED IN COUP D’ETAT

In an amazing turn of events yesterday morning the Ministry administration of Cornelius Fudge was toppled when the support of his regime was undone by the death of He-who-must-not-be-named at the hands of Harry Potter, who had previously been thought dead.

Numerous witnesses saw the event as Potter, also known as “the Chosen One,” took the sword of power, also known as Excalibur, from You-know-who and killed him with it, then beheaded the body using the sword. You-know-who’s Chief Lieutenant in the Death Eaters organization, Severus Snape, was also killed at that time by beheading using the sword of Godric Gryffindor. About two dozen additional members of the Death Eater party were slain in the fighting that then occurred in the Ministry building. Other members of the Death Eaters faction managed to escape the building, most notably including Bellatrix LeStrange, Draco Malfoy, Rita Skeeter, and Peter Pettigrew. LeStrange and Pettigrew are said to have escaped via a secret portkey using a hostage for a shield. Their current whereabouts are unknown and an intensive search is underway for all the fugitives.

A number of frightened Ministry staff employees were detained for a short time, and about 50 employees in the security and upper administrative positions were placed under arrest for crimes committed during Fudge’s tenure. These included the former Minister himself, and former Security Director Delores Umbridge.

About midday, former Chief Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt arrived at the Ministry building. He announced that he was assuming power as interim Minister of Magic for a ninety-day period, and that he was appointing Rolanda Hooch to serve as Inquisitor General, and Joan Brennan to serve as Chief Auror during that period. At the end of the ninety days he desired that a newly elected Wizengamot be installed free of Death Eater control to establish guidelines for a new election of Ministry officials.

Asked to comment on the appearance of Harry Potter and if he were really back from the grave, Interim Minister Shacklebolt commented: “It is true that he has returned from the grave, as did Voldemort four years ago, and yes you can say his name now, he is dead, and it’s permanent this time. “

When asked how Potter had managed to cheat death he answered: “Potter is the direct descendent of Merlin and a true warlock with the genuine power, not just a title. He was imbued with the power of the old magic at his conception, and that kept Voldemort from being able to destroy him.”

When asked if Potter would provide political oversight to his administration as You-know-who did to Fudge’s, the new Minister replied that he had not even seen Potter in over two days, and that Potter had no desire to run the Ministry.

Throughout the afternoon, as news of the downfall of the Death Eaters spread, former officers of the Ministry who had resigned in protest of Fudge’s administration returned to offer their loyalty and service to the new Minister.

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“So the trace on the portkey came back to Godric’s Hollow, they are somewhere around here then?” asked Harry as he sat at the veranda table in the Garden of Delights.

“Originally they came here, but you know the drill, they would have quickly moved elsewhere,” said the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. “If they have any sense of self preservation they are on some Pacific Island or the South Pole by now. They’ve had almost three days to run.”

“You don’t know Bellatrix like I do, Minister; I killed her beloved Lord Voldemort right in front of her. She isn’t going to just go and leave me alive. She’ll demand vengeance.”

“I wonder if the Parkinson girl is still alive?” asked the Earl of Masham as he sipped his Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey sour. His face showed that he still reveled at his surroundings; he had formerly thought that he lived in a state of luxury till he had been brought here.

“She is probably dead,” said Kingsley sadly. “She will be missed. She was a very clever and resourceful girl, and a damn good witch.”

“But most Slytherin women are,” said Masham as he raised his glass at Joan, his betrothed, and the soon to be Countess Masham, and winked. Harry, Remus, and the other Gryffindors mostly just smiled.

The group was having a dual celebration, the Order of the Unicorn had returned to its original headquarters by moving back into the villa in Godric’s Hollow. The elves had hurriedly made all the necessary repairs to the villa and the Golden Unicorn to get them to a functional standing again. Since Voldemort had intended to use the business and the villa for his personal gain, the damage suffered had actually been relatively light.

The second cause for celebration was the ordaining of Richard Clearwater, Earl of Masham, as an honorary wizard for services performed in behalf of the Ministry. Said honor was bestowed by the Minister of Magic himself as Kingsley and Richard had become fast friends after the former’s rescue. Richard was even presented with an enchanted wand that would register him as a wizard at the gateways between the muggle and magical worlds. The enchantments in the wand would even allow him to perform a few ordinary spells as thought he really was a wizard.

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The afternoon of the following day found Harry standing outside one of the storerooms located in the Golden Unicorn’s sub basement level, well below ground. The room had been converted into a private dungeon. Inside the room, Draco Malfoy was screaming in rage at his captivity, but unable to do anything about it as he was secured by the Petrifius Totalis spell Hermione had cast upon him. His contempt for his captors was unrestrained. He promised dire consequences upon Harry and all his friends if he wasn’t released immediately.

“Poor, stupid, Draco,” thought Harry. “Making more idiotic threats was the worst thing he could have done at this point.”

Pleas for mercy, or signs of remorse, might have persuaded Harry to act in his capacity as an Auror and turn Draco in for standard Ministry processing and punishment. Even though Harry had no kind thought for Draco, he could feel empathy for whatever was about to happen to him. Harry didn’t know what they planned, and he didn’t want to know, but he had an idea it would be extremely unpleasant.

Harry stood there looking towards the stairway that led back up to the main basement level of the Unicorn. His beautiful fiancé stood there before him, her four coven sisters behind her, and the look on her face was as grim as death. Neville stood there beside them, looking quite pale. He too had an idea of what lay ahead for Draco, and had a glimmer of manly empathy even though he loathed the one it was about to happen to.

“My husband … my Lord,” said Ginny with a stony face, “you know that I — we — have strong grievances against Draco. You know what he’s done. We ask you to give him to us to deal with as we please.”

“You’re sure that you want to do this?” asked Harry. “Will taking a terrible vengeance truly help make the wrongs feel righted?”

“Harry, I don’t know the answer to that, and, frankly, I don’t give a shit at the moment. I want some quality time with Draco, and if you truly love me, you’ll leave here and forget any of this ever happened.”

Harry looked deep into his wife’s beautiful brown eyes, and saw no love there now, only a cold hatred. The eyes of the others were equally hate chilled. Harry was quite glad that their hatred wasn’t directed at him. “I do love you, Ginny,” Harry said quietly with a resigned look on his face. “I just wanted you to be sure that this was something you wanted to live with.”

As one, the five women of his coven all nodded their heads in acceptance. “Then he’s yours,” said Harry softly as he stood away from the door.

“Thank you, Harry,” Ginny said, and she kissed him. She then turned to Neville. “You have grievances here too. If you want to watch, you may.”

“I’d sooner not,” said Neville softly, his hands unconsciously moving to his groin area.

“I understand,” answered Ginny with a note of warmth in her voice for the first time.

Harry nodded to Neville and the two of them went upstairs and apparated to the villa. Harry knew what he would do to occupy his afternoon, but he had something to do first. He had been told about his apprentice’s sacrifice in his behalf, and he had seen how despairing Neville had become of life in general.

“Neville, I know what you did for me, and I know why you did it,” Harry said as he took Neville’s hand in his. “You sacrificed your last hope of manhood for me.”

“Because I love you,” Neville muttered softly, his eyes filling with tears.

Harry took his apprentice in his arms and kissed him. “And I will always love you too. I am going to make you my son’s godfather, I want you to help me raise him.”

“I…I thought with Voldemort dead that you wouldn’t need me anymore.”

“Don’t be foolish, Neville, you are my apprentice, you are part of my coven, my family, as much a part as my witches. I am going to take care of you, you will never want for anything again, and you will always be with me.”

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“Ladies, now that the boys are gone to attend their own business, we can be about our business inside,” said Ginny with a new hardness in her voice. “So let’s do it.”

Draco stirred a bit as he heard the door open and then close. The first thing the women did was begin to undress. Then Hermione used her wand to levitate Draco so that he was suspended vertically spread-eagled in mid-air before them. So it was a group of naked women that Draco saw approaching him with Hermione in the lead. “What do you want in here, you filthy mudblood bitch? Maybe you think if you suck my dick I’ll grant you forgiveness for kidnapping me like this?”

Hermione said nothing as she started to snip off small tufts of Draco’s hair. “You and your friends are going to suffer for this, my family is pureblood. We have connections, we have powerful friends; you’ll never get away with this.”

“Your friends are all dead, Draco,” said Ginny. “Just like your precious Dark Lord and Professor Snape. They are rotting in hell right now.”

“So you think you can get away with killing me do you?”

“I have no intention of killing you, Draco, I have something far worse in store for you, you’ll beg for death long before I let it touch you. I promise you that.”

“Let’s get on with it,” said Fleur as Draco simply sat there wild-eyed and babbling.

With a wave of her wand, Hermione produced six cups that levitated in mid-air, and a potion bottle. The bottle then poured some of its contents into each of the glasses. Hermione put a tuft of Draco’s hair into five of the glasses. For the sixth glass, she opened a handkerchief and took out a short lock of dark hair.

“Who’s you get it from?” asked Ginny.

“Millicent Bulstrode!” replied Hermione. “I got it from her before she was returned to the Ministry building to face trial. Ladies, bottoms up.”

All five of the coven then drank the polyjuice potion with Draco’s hair in it. Normally, polyjuice potion would not effectively allow transformation between species, or sexes. This version had been adapted by Ginny and Hermione, and allowed for full cross-sexual transformation. Within a minute the transformation was complete. Draco saw five naked duplicates of himself standing before him.

For a couple of minutes the girls all forgot about Draco while they played with their new genitals. However, there was work to do and they returned to task. The remaining cup was held by Hermione to Draco’s mouth and he was ordered to drink it.

“Fuck you! Fuck all you pervert cunts …,” said Draco before he was interrupted by Ginny grasping Draco’s testicles in her now masculine strong hand and squeezing then together. Draco’s rant turned into a high-pitched scream. With his mouth now open, Hermione poured the polyjuice in and pinched off the air passages in his nose until he was forced to swallow to take another breath. When the transformation was complete, a naked Millicent Bulstrode lay before the five Draco Malfoys.

“You first, Ginny,” said Fleur.

Ginny began to stroke her cock to achieve erection as she stepped between Draco’s wide spread legs. It was such a totally alien feeling, but surprisingly pleasurable. “No wonder the boys like playing with it so much,” she thought. She prepared to rotate Draco into position as she had been, but she suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” asked Hermione.

“I almost forgot something very important,” said Ginny. She took a step back and in a quick movement landed a hard kick with the top of her foot that struck Draco straight in his huge ‘Magnificent Millicent’ right breast. Draco screamed in pain such as he had never known, and had barely taken a painful breath when he felt the second kick slam into the other delicate breast. “Now we’re ready. This is a little payback for what you did to me.”

Draco was rotated to be horizontal to the floor and Ginny prepared to penetrate his twat with her erect cock. Ginny had assumed that it wouldn’t be all that much trouble sticking her dick in Draco’s pussy. After all, Harry didn’t seem to belabor getting his cock stuck in her pussy. There was a bit more to it than that, and she fumbled her first few attempts, but finally got it in. There wasn’t any attempt on her part to set a rhythm, she just wanted to pound Draco like he had done her, to hear him scream.

Despite her main emphasis being to hurt Draco, which was succeeding quite well, she began to feel the first rising of a male orgasm coming. In a minute or so Ginny began to forget all about Draco and focus on the pleasure, and pressure, building in her balls. It was soon overwhelming her desire to punish Draco and without much warning, she ejaculated. Having always been on the receiving side of ejaculation, and considering it quite messy, it was a mind-altering revelation as she enjoyed the simple pleasure of feeling her manseed pulse through her cock and out into Draco.

Physically spent and breathing hard, Ginny backed away and slid her cock out of Draco’s cunt. “Oh shit! This feels good,” screamed Ginny as she turned to face her friends. “You have got to try this!”

“Please stop, no more, I can’t stand it,” squealed a crying Draco.

“Well that’s too bad, bitch, cause there’s still a lot of hard cock out here that hasn’t had a shot at it yet,” said a fully erect Fleur as she stepped up to Draco’s exposed pubic region. “This is for helping kill my daddy, you little bastard.”

Grabbing both of Draco’s bruised breasts in a rough grip, Fleur plunged herself into Draco with a more practiced look. By pulling down on the breasts as she hard stroked her pelvic thrusts she had Draco screaming until she too grunted and ejaculated.

“That is one strange feeling, sisters, but I kinda see why the guys like it so much now.”

Draco was now crying hysterically as Gabrielle moved into position. “For my daddy,” she said softly and proceeded to rape Draco as her sister had done. Luna then took her turn with Draco. “This is for hurting Neville.” As with Ginny, she had a little problem getting started, but managed with a quick tutorial from Fleur. In a few minutes Luna squealed as she shot her wad for the first time.

Keeping an eye on the time, Hermione knew that she had to hurry before the potion wore off. “Last but not least, this is for all that mudblood shit I’ve had to put up with over the years,” said Hermione as she proceeded to take her fist and punch Draco hard in each bruised and tortured breast, then giving a shrieking Draco a hard fucking that ended in her own orgasm.

Ten minutes later the potion had worn off, all six had returned to their natural state. Draco was still obviously in some pain, but the injured tissues had now disappeared. The girls dressed and returned to the crying Draco.

“Two last items on the agenda before we go, Draco," said Ginny. Then she slammed her fist into his exposed scrotum causing Draco’s face to turn bright red as he screamed in torment. Then Hermione stepped up to Draco and touched the tip of her wand to the base of Draco’s shrunken cock.

“PHALLI PARTUM!” came the incantation from Hermione followed by a burst of bluish light. All the coven sisters laughed hysterically amid Draco’s shrieks of horror.

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

Business at the Golden Unicorn was already booming, even among those who normally would not have sought out the services of a bordello. Everyone clamored to see Harry; he was the celebrity to know since it was now common knowledge that he was the descendent of Merlin. The night before, a grandmother had even tried to bring her grandchildren in to meet Harry. Harry had finally gone outside to meet with them.

Much of Godric’s Hollow was still a wreck, but work had already begun on repairing the damaged areas, and demolishing those building that couldn’t be salvaged. There was even a great deal of talk about making it all bigger and better than ever before. Harry had already spoken to the Goblin’s about helping with the financial side of the recovery and had offered his assistance with the town planning.

Six days after the death of Voldemort, Harry received a message by owl from the town planning commissioner who was coordinating the recovery. The message said that the commissioner had examined the old Potter home, where Harry’s parents had been killed, and found it heavily damaged and a danger to the community. He wanted to meet with Harry that morning if he could and see if Harry was interested in turning the site into a memorial park for those that had lost their lives fighting the Death Eaters.

Harry replied that he would meet the commissioner there at 2 PM that afternoon. After lunch, Harry prepared to apparate to the house. Ginny, as she always did now, insisted he wear his Auror robes in case trouble erupted. It contained a few extra features that included tracking coins, his Black Wand, and some restorative potion Desiree had cooked up containing Phoenix tears, Veela Honeydew, and some other ingredients she had gotten out of Snape’s old potions book Harry had lent her. She swore it would bring even the near dead back to life and vitality.

Harry didn’t think he would need it, but Bellatrix was still out there somewhere. He apparated out to the old Potter house a little before two, the commissioner wasn’t there yet. Harry strode over to look at the house, it was badly wrecked and a ruin. It felt very odd to Harry to be here again as he crossed the threshold. The last time he had been in this room was nearly seventeen years ago, his father had died in this room. He walked around a bit to survey the first floor. Harry had no recollection of this place, it all seemed new to him.

Near the back of the house, he saw the ruined kitchen. Small debris was everywhere, utensils and other things had been pulled from drawers and scattered. It appeared that some looting had gone on over the years. Harry just stood there for a minute in contemplation of how different his life might have been had his parents survived. A quick motion caught his eye as a rat scurried across the floor towards the pantry. It seemed not to even notice Harry’s presence, and just went into the pantry.

It took a moment, but it finally dawned on Harry that he had seen that rat before, it was Scabbers. Scabbers had been Ron Weasley’s pet rat, but during their third year at Hogwarts it had been revealed that Scabbers was actually Peter Pettigrew, alias Wormtail. Harry hesitated, how could Wormtail be here? He must be getting delusional. Still, the rat had bore an uncanny resemblance to Wormtail.

Cautiously walking over to the pantry, Harry eased the door open. Inside were old food containers and cans. Harry searched the floor and shelves for the rat, but it seemed to have disappeared. As he looked at the shelves he could see the tiles on the back wall, it was pairs of animals, male and female. A little above the center area of the back wall Harry spotted a tile with a stag and a doe on it. The tile had several fresh looking round smudges on it, as if the tip of a wand had touched it recently.

Harry hesitated, he knew this could be dangerous, but what if Pettigrew were hiding here? Harry touched the tile with his wand, and the tiles began to move to create an opening to a set of stairs going down. As Harry watched this happen he got the inexplicable feeling that he had seen this happen before. Cautiously he descended the stairs with his wand out. If Pettigrew was down there, then there could others too.

At the bottom of the stairs he looked around. Clothing was strewn on the floor around the dirty furniture, a glint of metal caught Harry’s eye from the faint light above. Picking it up, Harry saw that it was an Inquisitor’s badge, and the name on it was Pansy Parkinson. Harry knew that he had to get help; he would go back up and send a patronus for help. He started to go back up when he heard voices ahead of him.

“Time to die you traitorous bitch, CRUCIO,” came the muffled shout, followed by a shriek of agony.

“They’re killing, Pansy,” thought Harry, there’s no time to go back. He went forward cautiously, hoping that the Death Eaters would be focused on their victim and not watching for him. Outside the first room was a hallway that led back into near darkness, but there was a doorway outlined by light near the end of the hallway, the screams were coming from there. Harry knew that the hallway could be leading him into a trap, but if he intended to save Pansy, then the only way left to him was through it. Cautiously he took out his wand and used a mild LUMOS charm to give him just enough light to see his way. Entering the hall the shadows caused him to see enemies waiting to ambush him at every point.

Suddenly everything went black; he was enveloped in total darkness. In the confusion of his mind he could only hear one thing, the sound of high heels clipping on the wooden floor behind him. He had been fooled, lured into a trap, now he was blinded. He desperately thought if he could only get off a spell at the sound of the heels he could delay the attack. Even as he thought of turning a hard blow hit his forearm, stunning him and causing his wand to drop to the floor. His only chance now was to run for the doorway that he could no longer see, but it was too late for that. A gloved hand slipped around his face and clamped over his mouth and nostrils. His head was pulled back to rest on a voluptuous pillow of female breasts. Harry couldn’t breathe; he began to panic and tried to pull the hand from his mouth. Panic turned quickly to abject terror as he felt the other hand grope the crotch of his trousers and wrap a set of strong fingers around his tender testicles.

“She’s got me by the balls!” raged through his mind.

“Gotcha by the short Harry’s, little Potter,” hissed a cruel voice of Bellatrix LeStrange in his ear. “Now this may sting a little.”

Harry had felt pain from his scar, he had been hit with the Crucio curse, and he’d been kicked in the balls. He thought he knew what intense pain was like. But he had never felt anything like the waves of agony that spread across his brain when his assailant closed her viselike grip on his testicles. His body convulsed helplessly, his brain ceased to think. He was blinded, suffocating, and having his balls crushed. All Harry knew was pain and darkness. He struggled to free himself, but it was a losing battle. It was over, he knew he was dying; he ceased to struggle and began to pass out from lack of oxygen.

“Oh, it won’t be that easy, Potter,” mocked the voice from behind him. “You will pay a much dearer price for your victory over my Lord.” The thumb and forefinger closing off his nostrils gave way and desperately needed air flowed into his lungs. The unrelenting pressure on his balls made this not an act of mercy, but of cruelty. Harry was allowed to breathe again so Harry could stay awake to feel the torment being inflicted on him.

The strong hand began to twist and lift on his balls until Harry’s feet left the floor and his weight was taken by his scrotum. His screams of agony and terror were muffled by the hand over his mouth and the laughter coming from his attacker. His arms and legs flailed helplessly, his mind was blinded by the pain in his balls.

“Is little Harry ready to join his mummy and daddy now?” came Bella’s mocking voice. “Well, Harry; ready to die again? Don’t worry though, this time I’ll make sure it’s permanent.”

The flow of air was pinched off again; Harry knew there were no more reprieves now. He was dead. A pool of blackness opened before him again like the last time, and as he stepped into it the pain began to fade away.