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Remus smiles when Harry and Ginny walk down the stairs Remus smiles when Harry and Ginny walk down the stairs. He can see robe burn on Ginny's neck and faint streaks of red on the inside of the naked girl's thighs. "Enjoy yourself Harry?"
The young wizard smirks, "Indeed we did; didn't we whore?"
Ginny says, "Yes we did master. What is master's wish now?"
"Go make some tea; we need to discuss how things are with your brother and Hermione."
Before the witch can respond, a white owl swoops in through the window and lands in front of Harry. He takes the letter from his owl and thanks her before she takes flight once more to return to his room.
Harry opens the letter and quickly scans it before smirking, "Voldemort has agreed to meet me today at three. The letter's a portkey to take me directly to him. The meeting shouldn't last more than an hour I hope. When I return, I want to move on the Burrow, primarily to free Hermione but to also catch Ron and Molly. While I'm gone, whore, you are to provide Remus with the names of everyone involved in this scheme along with a full list of everything that Ron's done to Hermione. Once that is done Remus, please feel free to use the whore as you would."
As soon as Harry finishes speaking, he feels the customary jerk behind his navel as the portkey activates. The young wizard manages to keep on his feet when he arrives in a brightly lit cavern.
Voldemort looks at his guest with interest from his throne, "I'm sure you can imagine my shock when I received your letter requesting a meeting. What can I do for you?"
Harry forces down his instinctive urge to curse the man before him. Instead, he conjures a rather comfy chair and sits down, uninvited, enjoying the cross looks from the Death Eaters in the room. "It is rather simple; I doubt the Ministry of Magic is going just let you walk away. I believe a minor demonstration might be in order."
The snake faced man waves for Harry to continue, "What sort of demonstration?"
The young wizard looks around and summons a piece of firewood to him. A few moments later, the piece of wood look exactly like Voldemort's head, should it be detached from his shoulders. "Here, I take this, and in a few days, I go to the Ministry, proclaiming how I've vanquished the evil that walks the land," Harry snorts at this last bit. "However, you are going to have to provide a reason for me to seek vengeance."
"But the contract..."
"Relax," Harry interrupted, "I have this part covered. You are to send two Death Eaters to the Burrow in Ottery St. Catchpole. They will find it empty at present. They are then to mess the place up a bit. Don't cause any major damage, but make it look like a fight went on and you kidnapped the Weasley children and matriarch. They will then cast the Dark Mark in the sky and leave. They will injure no one, they will attack no one. Does this sound acceptable to you?"
The evil wizard laughs, "Are you sure you were not in Slytherin lad? That plan covers every problem the both of us face, except for the location of the blood traitors."
"By now, they are enjoying the hospitality I offer to my enemies. They have betrayed me and will now pay in blood for their actions."
Voldemort nods, "Very well, I shall send my two brightest to carry out their task. Thank you Lord Potter for your aid."
Harry stands and bows slightly, "Thank you Lord Voldemort for yours."
The young wizard focuses on his destination and Disapparates with a quiet pop to find Ginny licking Remus' boot clean.
"Ah, Harry, how went the meeting?"
"Quite well Moony. The Death Eaters should be smashing up the Burrow a bit as we speak. For now, are Ron, Molly, and Hermione at Grimmauld Place?"
"Yeah, though Hermione's in rough shape. Poppy left a potion to help rape victims recover, both mentally and physically, from the attack. I gave her a vial of that and put her to bed. She should sleep through the night though someone should spend the night with her just in case."
Harry nods his ascent, "Very well Remus, it would probably be for the best if the lot of us move to Grimmauld Place at least for the night, if not permanently."
"And your relatives?"
"Do you want to shag Petunia?"
"Gods no!"
"Then to hell with the lot of them."
"Then I take it you would like to leave and never return?"
Harry nods with a scowl on his face.
Remus says, "Whore, go pack your master's belongings, though stay dressed exactly as you are."
The witch quickly walks from the room to comply with her latest order while the werewolf looks to Harry.
"Thanks Remus, I just hope I can control my urge to kill Ron and Molly during our stay there."
"What are you going to do to them Harry?"
"As yet, nothing; Hermione is going to be given the chance to decide how they die. Ron raped her and Molly helped by not stopping it. Their fate was sealed when they betrayed me Remus, but the manner is up to Hermione."
The werewolf nods as Ginny comes down the stairs, hauling Harry's trunk behind her, "Everything is packed and ready to go master."
Harry glares at Ginny for a moment before he stalks over to her, "Turn around and bend over."
"Have I done something to upset you master?"
"No, but do as I say anyways!"
Ginny reluctantly turns around and bends over to grab her ankles, sticking her arse out as far as she can.
"I was just going to give you one swat you stupid whore, but now you've upset me." Harry draws his hand back and slaps Ginny's bum as hard as he can, earning a small squeal from Ginny. The process is repeated over a dozen times, each time the squeal of pain getting louder.
When Harry is done, Remus says, "Feel better now Harry?"
"Yes I do. How should we travel as the whore doesn't know how to Apparate and I don't want her to take the Knight Bus in her current attire."
Remus pulls out a golden medallion with a chuckle, "Dumbledore gave us all these in case of emergency. It's a portkey to the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place. It would be a fitting insult to use these for our own good rather than the Order's."
The three take the portkey and arrive to Mrs. Black screeching in indignation.
Harry rounds on the portrait with fire in his eyes, "SILCENCE! YOU HAVE ANNOYED ME FOR THE FINAL TIME WENCH! INCENDIO!"
Light bursts from Harry's wand and, in a flash of flames, the painting vanishes, leaving a small scorch mark where it was.
Remus whistles lightly, "Damn Harry, I thought we were doomed to that bitch forever."
The young wizard nods his head, "Whore, take my stuff to the master suite and be quick about it!"
Ginny scurries up the stairs carrying Harry's trunk while Harry and Remus move to the kitchen for tea.
"Remus, what happened to Kretcher?"
"When he realized that he was directly responsible for killing Sirius, he killed himself. Saved me the trouble of killing him myself actually."
Harry smiles at hearing the evil elf's fate. The young man efficiently prepares a pot of tea.
As Harry pours out two cups of tea, Ginny walks into the room, "Master, the mudblood is sleeping well."
"Remus, go check on Hermione, I have to address a small matter here."
The werewolf quits the room quickly, not missing the pure menace in Harry's tone.
"Listen closely whore, you are to strike the word mudblood from your vocabulary. You will suffer greatly for each use. Now, down to the basement."
In the basement, Harry finds a space big enough for what he has planned. With a couple of quick spells, Harry has transfigured some of the junk into a frame just large enough to fit Ginny inside of along with four restraints, one in each corner. "Get yourself strapped in whore, it's time for your punishment."
Ginny reluctantly steps into the frame and straps herself except for one hand that Harry has to secure.
The young wizard then takes the frame and spins it slightly so it is horizontal.
Ginny looks at the ceiling in terror, wondering what evil her master is planning next
Harry aims his wand at Ginny's leg and casts a Bone Breaking Hex.
The redhead screams in pain as her bones shatter.
The young wizard smiles as he shatters all of Ginny's remaining limbs after putting a charm on her to ensure she stays awake. "I'll be back in an hour whore; I hope you've learned your lesson by then." Harry then casts a Silencing charm on Ginny and walks out whistling tunelessly.
As the young wizard goes to check on his friend, elsewhere, his plans are coming to fruition.
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Arthur Weasley Apparates directly to his front door, and thus misses the Dark Mark floating above his home. The affable man opens the door and his heart almost stops when he sees the destruction inside.
Instantly he steps out of the house and Apparates to the Ministry to alert the Aurors. In the atrium Arthur alerts the guard that there's been an attack.
Ten minutes later, an Auror comes out, "Greeting Mr. Weasley, what seems to be the problem?"
Arthur rubs his temple as a headache starts to set in, "As I told the guard when I came in, there has been an attack on my home."
"Very well sir, we will send someone by. Good day."
Grumbling, the redheaded man Apparates home, and sits down at the table to wait for the Auror team.
Over an hour later, the headache has evolved into a full out migraine when a young man, less than a week out of the academy, pokes his head in the door. "Excuse me sir, I was told to come check out something here."
"Yes, my name is..."
"Oops, I forgot procedures. Hello sir, I am Auror Shmuck what seems to be the problem?"
Arthur's tone is abnormally sharp, "Unless you are blind, you should be able to see there's has been an attack. My wife, daughter, and youngest son have disappeared along with a guest, one Hermione Granger."
Shmuck glares at him for a second, "Granger, I don't think I've heard the family name before."
"She's muggleborn."
"Ah, a mudblood. So tell me, do you have any idea where your family might be?"
"No I don't. The Weasley's have always stood against the Dark."
"Very well Mr. Weasley. We'll let you know if we turn up anything on your family."
"And Hermione?"
"The mudblood is of no concern to the Ministry. Good day sir," Shmuck says before he Apparates out.
Arthur starts the clean up and a few minutes later, Remus Lupin walks through the door, "Arthur, what happened?"
"Death Eaters attacked. I summoned the Aurors, but I doubt anything will happen."
"So you haven't seen Harry?"
"I'm afraid not, has something happened?"
The werewolf has a concerned look on his face, "I'm afraid so. Harry disappeared from Privet Drive this afternoon and no one's seen him since."
Arthur sits down in a chair, "You don't think he..."
"Yes, I think he went to rescue your family."
"What do you think will happen now?"
"I don't know, but it might be safest Arthur if you stayed with the twins tonight."
The redhead stands up and pats the other man on the shoulder, "Thank you Remus, I hope Harry comes home safely."
The two Apparate together; Arthur to the twins shop and Remus to Grimmauld Place.
Harry is up in Hermione's room holding the witch's hand when the werewolf walks in, "So how is she?"
"No change as yet. I've been watching for any sign of life, but nothing so far."
Remus nods, "The worse what happened to her, the longer she'll be out. If she doesn't wake up by morning, I'm going to force some nutrient potions down her throat."
Harry nods his reluctant acceptance.
The two men sit through the night, hoping and praying for a sign of any sort. Finally, as dawn is preparing to break, all light starts to fade.
Remus sighs in resignation as he leaves the room only to return a few minutes later with a light grey potion in hand. He sits down next to the bed, "This will cover her basic nutrient requirements for a full day. You hold her mouth open Harry and I'll pour the potion in. After that you'll need to rub her throat to get her to swallow the potion."
A minute later the battered witch has had her meal for the day.
Harry turns Remus and says, "What should we about this?"
Remus sighs tiredly, "First we should get some sleep. No one does his best thinking when they're sleep deprived."
Remus quietly quits the room while Harry claims to want to stay for a bit longer. A few minutes after Remus leave, Harry climbs up onto the bed and snuggles up close to Hermione, hoping and praying that his friend will come back to him before sleep claims him.
Around noon, Harry once more starts to awaken when Remus enters the room.
"Hiya cub, any change?"
Harry reluctantly sits up, "Not that I'm aware of. Do you have any healers that you can trust to be obscenely discrete?"
Remus nods hesitantly, "Yeah, there's a healer who normally looks after us werewolves after a horrid transformation. He shouldn't mind checking over Hermione. He might not even charge you once he finds out what happened. I'll get in touch with him today and try to get him over here soon. The next full moon isn't for over a week, so he shouldn't be too busy. By the way Harry, where's the whore?"
Harry sighs, "I forgot, I left her tied up in the basement, enduring my displeasure. I wish Dobby were here."
However, Harry speaks up before the little creature can start blubbering. "Hello Dobby, I have a question for you."
"What can the pathetic Dobby do for the great Harry Potter?"
"Can you heal physical injuries?"
"Yes Dobby cans sir, but it hurts lots."
"That's prefect then Dobby. You will find Ginny Weasley suspended with several broken limbs. I want you to release and then heal her before sending her up to see me."
The house-elf disappears with a sharp crack.
Remus chuckles slightly, "Do I even want to know what you did to the little slut?"
"Probably not. I was very angry with her and made sure she knew it."
Just then Ginny crawls into the room, "You summoned me master?"
"Yes, later on today, Remus is going to be summoning a Healer to examine Hermione and try to bring her up. You are to cooperate fully with him and do everything he commands. Am I understood?"
"Yes master."
Remus stands up and quietly leaves the room. About ten minutes later, he returns and says, "I've talked to the Healer; he says I can come and collect him anytime today. I'm going to go and bring him here via Portkey. If Ginny will spill her guts about everything Ron did to Hermione, he might be able to wake her up."
Harry nods his head, "Alright Remus, I'm going to trust you with this. If you think you can handle it, I'll go to the study and do some reading while your man takes care of my best friend."
"Milord, should I fail in this, I would be tempted to ask for a temporary Silver-Iron curse."
Harry nods, not knowing what Remus is talking about. "In that case my friend, I will stay here until you come back then I will step safely out of the way."
"Thank you Harry. One of the Healer's conditions for doing this is absolute anonymity, he doesn't want anyone to know his name or see his face except for his patient and me. I'll blind Ginny when she needs to speak to him."
When Harry nods again, Remus Disapparates quietly. For the next ten minutes Harry waits nervously for his friend to return with aid.
As soon as the werewolf walks into the room, Harry stands up, "I'll be in the study if you need me Remus. Make sure your Healer friend can get Hermione up and around." With that, the young man walks from the room and directly to the study, trying his best to avoid looking around.
The young man paces as he waits for word that his friend is once more healthy.
Finally, an hour later, Remus walks into the study, a sad look on his face. He kneels in front of Harry. "Milord, I must request the Silver-Iron Curse for I have failed you."
"What happened Remus?"
"The Healer examined her and found that Ronald used several different spells in an effort to break Hermione. Fortunately I arrived when I did. When I got to him at the Burrow, he was naked and I thought he was merely preparing to rape Hermione again, it would appear that I was wrong. The little piece of shit found the proper mix of spells to make Hermione completely susceptible to anyone. At present, for the purpose of the Binding Spell, she's giving open permission for anyone to claim her as his slave."
"How long before she can break the spell?"
"There in lies the problem, if the spell is broken normally, she will go insane. She might be suitable for human contact in twenty years or so if she's very lucky."
Harry sits down in a chair heavily, "So the only way to save her is to betray her?"
The werewolf looks up at his young lord, "Don't think of it as betraying her Harry. She has to be claimed as someone's slave. At the least you will treat her right and won't abuse her like Ronald did."
The young man sighs heavily, "Very well then, if there's no other way, then there is no other way. I want you to entertain Ginny this evening. A good paddling should do as a nice start to the evening before you let your imagination take over."
Remus nods his head, "And my punishment?"
"You have done nothing for which you deserve to be punished. It is through no failing of your own that you were unsuccessful. Since you cannot reasonably be held accountable, you shall suffer no consequences. Now, I have things I have to tend to so, I hope you will excuse me."
Remus stands at the obvious dismissal and exits the room, leaving one young wizard to his thoughts.
Harry orders supper while he considers the unpleasant task set before him. Finally, the young man decides there is nothing to be gained by waiting any longer and summons Dobby.
"Yes great master Harry Potter sir?"
"Dobby, tonight I intend to claim Hermione as my slave, are you familiar with the process?"
"Yes Dobby is master Harry Potter. Dobby knows the process and he also knows that Harry Potter is doing this for all the right reasons. How may the humble Dobby help?"
"I want her to be as comfortable as possible when I claim her. As such, I would like you to prepare her for me if you don't mind."
"The humble Dobby would never dream of denying a request from the great Harry Potter. His Granger will be ready for him in twenty minutes."
Harry doesn't even have time to thank the eclectic house-elf before he disappears with a crack.
About twenty minutes later, Harry walks into the room where Hermione is resting. The witch is currently faced down with several pillows piled under her crotch to raise her bum up. The young man slowly strips down to the buff, watching Hermione for any signs of life so that he doesn't have to go through with this.
Finally, Harry is naked. With a heavy heart, he climbs up onto the bed behind his best friend. He gently grips the cheeks of her arse and easily parts them, amazed as just how relaxed they are in comparison to when he claimed Ginny. He slowly masturbates to a full erection and he sighs one last time. Harry presses the crown of his staff to Hermione's unresisting backdoor and presses in, once more surprised at how loose the girl is. Remembering the text warned to only cast the spell only when he was near climax.
Because Hermione can't even think of tightening up, it takes Harry over an hour of pounding away at the woman's bum before he can feel the pressure building up, signaling the end of his torment. He doesn't even try to hold back, imagining paddling Ginny's arse almost pushes him over the edge before he can utter the spell. However, at the last second, he remembers and hisses the spell to bind Hermione to him seconds before he comes.
Hermione wakes up feeling a warm goo shooting into her back side and a comfortable weight resting atop her back.
Harry notices Hermione starting to wake up and he rolls off of her and wraps his arms around her. He whispers, "You are safe now," before falling asleep.
The bushy haired witch barely has time to register the words that are oddly comforting before sleep claims her.
In the morning, Hermione slowly opens her eyes and sees the messy haired young man holding her around the waist, "Harry?"
The young wizard comes awake with a start, "Hermione, are you alright?"
"I don't know, Harry." She turns towards the young man, "What's different? I can sense that something is off, but I can't put my finger on it." After a moment, she continues, "Also, we are both naked, in bed, I don't remember how we got here and yet it does not disturb me."
Harry climbs out of bed and is surprised to find to bathrobes hanging next to the bed. He slips one on and holds out the other, "Come on Hermione, this is best discussed clothed and preferably over food."
The witch rises, clenching the cheeks of her bum instinctively to accept the robe, "If you don't mind Harry, I have to use the loo then we can discuss this at length."
A few minutes later, the two teens are sitting at a table in the bedroom, eating an excellent breakfast courtesy of Dobby.
"I don't know the actual events themselves, all I know is that Ron was planning on using a spell to make you his slave permanently."
Hermione nods, "I know, he would boast about it routinely. However, I knew he needed my consent, but I never gave it."
Harry sighs deeply, "Hermione, I don't know any other way to put this, so I'll say it simply. Neither Remus nor I know what spells he used on you, but he broke you somehow. Whatever he used on you allowed anyone who choose to claim you able to; I'm sorry Hermione, but the only way to bring you back from that abyss was for someone to use the spell on you and make you his slave."
Hermione smiles as the dejected looking wizard, "It's alright Harry. Another one of the things Ron used to brag about is how I would behave exactly as he wanted me to. As I'm currently acting mostly like my normal self, I would hazard a guess that you most desperately wanted me back and healthy. If you need to hear it Harry, I forgive you. I know that you would only ever have taken this course if there was no other way."
Harry smiles at the young woman, "Thank Hermione, I appreciate it, I really did need to hear that from you."
"Now, would you please be so kind as to fill me in on the fate of the betrayers?"
Harry smiles and reaches across the table pats her hand, "Ron is tied up in the basement along with Molly for allowing this whole thing to proceed and I discovered what Ginny was up to. I managed to turn the tables on the little whore and make her my first slave."
Hermione looks at the young wizard, "What did you do to Ginny?"
"I basically put her under threat of death to give me her consent to claim her as my slave. Now, shall we move on to more pleasant topics of discussion?"
However, almost immediately, Hermione starts to feel faint, "Harry, bed, quickly."
An instant later, the bushy haired witch is in bed and Harry is looking at her sadly, "Remus said you would most likely be weak for a while. Let's finish breakfast."
A few minutes later, Ginny walks into the room slowly, "You wished to see me master?"
"Yes I did whore. I will be leaving this afternoon for a task I must complete. During that time, you will obey Remus without any hesitation. Unless he gives you contrary instructions, you are not to put on any clothing and you are to clean up the house. If you behave yourself whore, in a few days I may consider allowing you to replace your wand. Now, get out of my sight!"
The redhead scampers out of the room without a sound.
Hermione's voice is barely above a whisper as she says, "Harry, what do you have to do today?"
"I need to put in an appearance at the Ministry. I guess I'd best start at the beginning."
Hermione listens carefully as Harry explains the events of the previous day. When he finishes, she says, "I can understand why you need to go Harry. I wish you didn't have to, but at least now I understand why."
"Once you are up to speed again, we'll deal with Ron and Molly. Until then, imagine what we will do to them."
Remus sticks his head in the door, "Hiya cub, when were you going to put in your appearance?"
"I figured a little after noon to give myself time for a long and hard battle against my evil nemesis before I heroically slay him."
The werewolf chuckles as he walks into the room, "You know of course, that this will be a prank worthy of the Marauders. If you can pull this off, you will have fooled the entire Wizarding World, earned a free ticket for the rest of your life, gotten revenge on those who have wronged you, and come out smelling like a rose. In short, with one felled blow, you will have fulfilled every goal of a Marauder, except being a shapeshifter."
Harry still has a hold of Hermione's hand as he says, "Remus, I need you to do some research. I want to see if we can nail Ron and Molly legally before we do it the Marauder's way."
"Alright Harry, if that's what you want, though given the general attitude of the Ministry, I don't expect we can expect much from them."
Harry can feel Hermione squeeze his hand gently at the werewolf's words.
"I know Moony, but I'd rather not press that free license that the Minister was so kind as to provide."
Remus nods his head, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah, when I go to the Ministry, I have to look the part. I'll need some robes that look like they've been through the war and some cosmetic damage to myself as window dressing for the media."
Hermione smiles at the young man, "Sneaky. I take it you mean like bruises, scrapes, and even a couple of twinges from spells that hit you if you can manage it I take it."
"Exactly what I'm looking for," Harry replies.
Remus gets a far away look in his eye, "I think I can do most of what you want done Harry without causing you any serious harm or pain. Do you have any idea what spell's you would like for Voldemort to put on you?"
"The Cruciatus Curse was a traditional favorite of the Death Eaters so that's certainly a good place to start."
Hermione says, "It will also help your reputation if it's believed that you underwent the Cruciatus and still managed to summon the strength needed to slay Voldemort."
Harry nods in understanding, "Any other thoughts?"
"Well," the ex-Marauder says, "if you really want to go for shock value to help enhance your reputation, I could put the residue from a Cannonball Hex around some of the bruises to help spread the rumors of how tough you are."
"Sounds like a plan to me. If Dobby would be so kind as to find an old robe that's ready to be binned, then we can begin the work."
As intended, an old, ratty robe appears in Harry's lab moments after he finishes speaking, "Thank you Dobby."
Hermione can't even release Harry's hand as the young wizard is stripped down to his boxers so Remus can begin casting the needed spells on the young man. When everything is done, Harry looks like Dudley has been using him for a punching bag for at least three weeks and his robe is in tatters, barely staying on his shoulders and are almost not enough to conceal his boxers.
Remus looks at his handiwork with pride, "There you go Harry. In that getup, you should be able to convince even your harshest of critics that it would be a very poor idea to cross you."
Harry looks down at the hand Hermione still has a death grip on, "Hermione, I need to go now. I'll be back as quickly as I can."
With eminent reluctance, the witch releases her friend's hand.
Harry walks down to the entrance way while Remus goes to the library and fetches several tomes for Hermione and himself to go through during Harry's absence.
The young wizard summons the false head of Voldemort before he Apparates to the Ministry atrium. The alarms that went off were truly spectacular. In under a minute, several Aurors were in the atrium followed closely by a man Harry has never seen before in formal robes. "Ah, Mr. Potter, I'm Minister Rufus Scrigemour," the unknown man says. "What brings you to the Ministry in your current state?"
Harry's voice is unnaturally rough as he says, "Revenge." He then holds up the hand with Voldemort's head. "Today, a great evil has been eliminated." The young wizard then throws the object at the Minister's feet. As the officious looking man reaches down, Harry suddenly palms his wand and shouts, "/INCENDIO/," instantly incinerating the object. "Let there be no trace left of he who was known as Voldemort. Now, I am leaving and taking a vacation. Should anyone attempt to pervert what happened here today, they shall find themselves enjoying my wrath," with those words, Harry Disapparates almost soundlessly.
Arriving in the entrance hall of Grimmauld Place, Harry quickly heads to his room and changes into a t-shirt and jeans before returning to Hermione's room.
In the room, he finds one resigned werewolf and one fuming witch. "Dare I ask what's up?"
In response, Hermione Granger, Prefect, civilized young woman starts swearing like a sailor.
Harry is shocked speechless and Remus is extremely impressed as he recognizes curses from no less then four languages, and he's fairly sure there's more that he simply missed.
When Hermione finally winds down Harry goes and sits down next to the bed, only to have the witch instantly grab his left hand.
"Yes there's a problem. We've looked through every legal book available, Harry," the agitated witch says, "and nothing those worthless bastards did to both of us is illegal."
"WHAT!"
"Now do you understand my reaction?"
"Indeed. I guess that settles it, if you want justice, we'll have to take care of it ourselves." The young wizard turns his attention to the man sitting across the bed from him, "Remus, would you please go get Arthur? He shouldn't be alone at a time like this. I also want to explain what's happened to him. Bring the twins along as well if you can."
Remus nods and leaves the room on his assigned task while Harry helps Hermione walk down to the kitchen, amazed that the witch is regaining her strength so quickly.
Hermione sits down at the table wearily just as Remus and three Weasley's walk into the kitchen.
Arthur says, "Harry, I heard what happened today. Any word on Molly, Ron, and Ginny? Oh, Hermione, how did you get here?"
Harry sighs, "You three had best sit down, you won't like what you are about to hear."
The three Weasley's sit down with lead weights in their stomachs; Arthur says, "What happened Harry?"
Remus decides to kick things off, "Arthur, did you notice a severe headache yesterday?"
"Yeah, I thought it was just the stress from Molly's disappearance."
"It wasn't. The headache was from withdrawal symptoms as the muggles call it. Molly was feeding you, Hermione, and Harry the Hypnotique Potion, which is an opiate."
Arthur pales when he hears the name of the potion, "My wife was feeding me and my family that vile concoction?"
Forge says, "Dad, would you mind explaining exactly what the stuff does?"
"Simply put son, it saps your free will. It was designed to make prisoners more passive and open to rehabilitation efforts during their imprisonment. However, as Remus said, it's an opiate, which means that it is made from opium, a very powerful and addictive drug. The brewing and use of it isn't illegal, but it is frowned upon. Merlin! What have they been doing to you Hermione while you were at the Burrow?"
Hermione smiles sadly at the gentle man. "So you figured it out?"
"My girl, the only reason to use that potion is if you want to control someone. I'm guessing that they were doing things you didn't want them to."
"That Mr. Weasley is an understatement. Since Ron convinced me to stay at the Burrow for the start of summer until just yesterday, the worthless piece of shit has been raping me on a daily basis."
All three redheads look ready to kill and even Harry looks ready to hurt someone, despite being somewhat prepared.
"Gentlemen, please relax."
The guys slowly calm down at Hermione's calm tone.
Remus says, "At the risk of pissing you guys off again, there is no legal recourse against what happened to Hermione. The Ministry seems to believe that no pureblood would lay hands on a muggleborn without their consent. Reading between the lines, the author of the law seemed to believe the most muggleborn witches where little more than whores."
Fred growls, "So where..."
George's voice is the same as his twin, "Our darling..."
Together they finish in a voice that promises pain, "Baby brother?"
Harry says, "Down boys. He and your mother are safely locked away until I decide to deal with them."
No one misses the sharp tone of Harry's voice.
Arthur still looks cross, "And what of Ginny?"
The messy haired young man's face scrunches up in a scowl, "The whore was planning on using an old spell to bind me to her will. However, I became aware of her plans and turned the tables on her."
Arthur looks upset at Harry's initial choice of words until he finishes speaking, "And now?"
"I bound her to my will Mr. Weasley. She's around here somewhere cleaning up the house."
Arthur says, "Could... could we speak to her?"
Harry nods his head, "Of course, but I should warn you, she's undergone some serious personality changes."
"I'm not surprised, but I need to talk with her."
"Very well, but hand over your wands first."
The three redheads reluctantly give Harry their wands and he prepares to yell for Ginny when she walks through the door. "Yes master?"
The three newcomers are shocked to see the young witch completely nude.
"Whore, your family wished to speak to you."
"Ginny," Arthur says quietly.
"Yes daddy?"
"Why are you naked?"
"Because my master forbids me clothes."
The man looks to Harry, "Any particular reason?"
"Clothes are for people. Whores don't need clothes and they would slow me down when enjoying my property."
Fred and George maintain their normal speech pattern, "Harry would you please have our sister put on some clothes?"
"Whore, you may put on a jumper in the presence of your father; make sure it's long enough to cover your cunt and arse."
Arthur raises his wand and transfigures a dishrag into a garment for his daughter.
Once Ginny is as properly adorned as Harry will allow, she says, "Now, how can I help you dad?"
"Why would you try to do something like this?"
"It's really simple; mom and I both wanted to restore the Weasley name to greatness as well as finally having enough money to pamper ourselves with on occasion. Besides, it wouldn't do for the entire Potter fortune to possibly be allowed to fall into the hands of someone besides a deserving pureblood."
Fred merely shakes his head in disgust while Arthur looks ready to kill his only female descendant.
Finally, the Weasley patriarch speaks, "Ginevra Molly Weasley, you are a disgrace to your family's name and honor. Fortunately, Harry has claimed your freedom for your betrayal of the debt you owe him for saving your pathetic excuse for a life, for had he not, I would happily cast you from the family for your actions. As is, all I can do is encourage your new owner to try and beat some obedience into you."
Ginny looks down at her feet in shame at her father's sharp tone and the twins gaze at their father with a new found respect for the generally calm man.
Harry says, "Oh you can rest assured Arthur, I will teach the little whore her proper place."
The eldest Weasley is shocked at Harry's conversational tone.
"Anyways, you three are welcome to stay here if you like. However, know this: after this meeting, the whore will not be wearing any clothes whatsoever around the house. I'll probably give her something for when we go out, but only enough to avoid problems with indecent exposure."
Arthur stands up, "Thank you for the offer Harry, it's a lot more than I would have expected after what my family tried to do to you."
"Mr. Weasley, it was only a small part of your family that betrayed me and my trust; the rest of you are free of my wrath until you prove worthy of it."
The redheaded man bows slightly, "Still, the offer is appreciated, but I need to return to my home and see if my family can survive the betrayal of three of our own. Good evening Lord Potter, I wish you well."
Harry watches as the male Weasley's walk from the kitchen.
As soon as her relatives leave the room, Ginny strips the jumper off and throws it away, "What is your command master?"
The young man considers for a moment before he glances down for a second and sees how sooty his trainers are, "I think Remus had a very good idea whore. My shoes are dirty; I think you should clean them off."
Ginny drops to her hands and knees instantly. She crawls under the table and swiftly begins her assigned task.
Harry finally notices the crushing grip Hermione has on his arm. He looks over to her and says, "You alright?"
The witch leans her head against his shoulder and replies, "No, but I will be."
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Later that night, Harry and Hermione are sharing a loveseat watching the fire in the fireplace burn slowly.
Ginny is elsewhere in the house, paying her keep with Remus.
Hermione sighs deeply as she snuggles into Harry's shoulder, "It was horrible you know."
The young wizard doesn't say anything as he pulls the witch closer to him.
"The fuzziness is starting to fade for me. I remember that Ron would rape me several times each day. Ginny I think was even worse than Ron ever was. The little bitch would take it upon herself to beat me whenever she got bored. The bastard would at least only try to beat me into submission. Also, the little harlot would make me lick her clean whenever she had to use the loo. She'd grab me by the hair and press my face to either her crotch or arse and I could either suffocate or lick her clean."
Harry scowls, promising to make his whore pay for her past crimes.
The two sit quietly for the rest of the night, before retiring to Harry's room. Though Hermione presses herself against Harry throughout the night, nothing happens beyond a few caresses while the two sleep.
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In the morning, Harry walks Hermione down to breakfast. They find Remus eating bangers and eggs while Ginny is kneeling at the man's feet.
"Ah Harry, good morning. Your slave has been doing wonderful things this morning," the werewolf says.
The young man can't help but notice that Remus is looking years younger. "Good morning Remus," Harry and Hermione say in unison.
After Dobby finishes serving breakfast, Harry looks down at his slave, "Whore, I had an interesting conversation with Hermione last night. She made mention of the fact that you used to make her clean you up after you used the loo, is this correct?"
Ginny wants to lie, but says, "Yes it is the truth master."
"Very well whore, since you seem to have enjoyed inflicting such a humiliation on Hermione, I think I'll inflict it on you. From now on, you will gladly perform the same service for everyone in this house that you forced Hermione to perform for you."
The redhead bows and presses her forehead to the floor, "It will be as you command master."
Hermione smiles evilly at the kneeling witch and forks a couple of extra bangers onto her plate. After she's finished eating, Hermione grabs Ginny by the hair and leads her from the room, chuckling evilly.
The redhead is not surprised when the other witch leads her straight to the nearest loo.
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Harry and Hermione spend over a week at Grimmauld Place, sending either Remus or Dobby out whenever anything is needed.
Hermione however, is far from idle throughout the week and poor Hedwig would barely return from delivering one huge pile of post before being sent out with another.
Harry can't help but smile as he watches Hermione in full research mode, looking for anything that might stop what happened to her from happening to anyone else.
After the week is up, Hermione is strong enough to go forward with their plans.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ginny go down to the basement where Ron and Molly are being kept in an Enchanted Sleep.
Ron is turned so his back it to Molly.
Ginny sets the chair down in front of her mother and tosses the robe over one of the ceiling beams. She adjusts the noose to the proper height before tying the rope off.
Harry watches as his whore steps onto the chair and slips the noose around her neck. He smiles as she lifts her hair out from the noose before tightening it down. Finally, she reaches behind her back so Harry can secure her wrists with a simple pair of muggle handcuffs.
With everything in place, Harry and Hermione stand in front of Ron before Harry dispels the sleep spell.
Ron wakes up suddenly, surprised when he doesn't see Hermione bent over in front of him. He looks up from his seated position and is surprised see Potter standing in front of him and his girlfriend fully clothed standing next to the rich bastard. "Slut, what are you doing wearing clothes?"
Harry simply arches an eyebrow, before he kicks the bound boy in the guts. "So Hermione, what do you wish to do with this piece of shit?"
"I'd say cut his dick off and choke him to death with it, but he's entirely too minute to do that. So I guess we'll just have to cut it off and let the little crap head bleed to death."
Ron starts to scream in panic as Hermione reaches down and tries to pull his slacks down. When he starts to kick, Hermione stands up and simply Vanishes his slacks and pants.
Harry smirks when he sees Ron's limp dick, noting that Hermione was probably right about him being unable to choke a hamster.
The witch draws a knife out from behind her back and leans down with an evil glint in her eye.
Once more Ron starts kicking, hoping to drive her off again. Instead, Hermione simply freezes his legs.
Harry has to turn away as Ron starts to scream. He smiles when the screaming suddenly goes up a few octaves, knowing the knife is going to work.
Hermione smiles at the blood on her hands and closes her eyes, enjoying Ron's screams as though listening to a superb orchestra. Finally, when his screaming dies down, she opens her eyes and looks down to see Ron dead. Giggling slightly, she reaches down makes sure his mouth is open before depositing the organs in her other hand into his mouth. "You can look now Harry."
The wizard looks over noting the witch's hands, "You might want to clean up a bit before we wake Molly up."
Hermione casts a few quick spells and she's instantly presentable.
Harry checks on Ginny and finds her face very red, "What happened?"
"Nothing master, my knees just gave out a bit when my brother was murdered. I am fine now."
"First things first," the wizard says, "your brother was not murdered. He was either executed or simply put to death, understand?"
"Yes I understand master."
Harry conjures a lazy Susan under Molly. He turns her away from either of her children before he wakes her up.
The Weasley matriarch awakens slowly, when she sees the clothed teens in front of her, she plasters a warm smile on her face, "Oh, Harry, Hermione, what happened? I don't think this is the Burrow."
Harry simply gazes at her icily, "The jig's up Molly. I'm well aware of what you had planned for me."
"Harry dear, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hypnotique Potion might help clear up your memory problems."
All the color instantly drains from the woman's face, "Harry I can explain. Draco Malfoy, he came shortly after the start of the summer holidays. He put us all under the Imperious."
"Don't bother lying to me you stupid bitch. Ginny confessed everything. You know," Harry says as he wraps his arm around Hermione, "you threw away everything. In a few years, I might well have married Ginny and had you but asked; I would have helped your family out in any way, even simply increasing your standard of living. Now instead, you get to spend your last few hours on earth, in pain." Harry casts a curse on Molly to make the woman's tears and vaginal fluids slightly acidic. "This Molly is why no one crosses the Potter family," with that he turns the overly large woman so she can see her youngest son. "See what happens to betrayers Molly?"
Molly starts to begin to weep, only to find her face stinging more with each tear that falls; still she is unable to staunch the flow of tears. She is suddenly turned and her tears come with even greater force when she sees her only daughter.
"Now Molly, I hope you enjoy the show. If your daughter moves too much, the chair she's standing on will fall over and, well, you'll get to watch her do a fine air dance before both of you die."
Molly watches as Harry strips down, "GINNY, KICK OUT NOW, AT LEAST YOU'LL DIE A PUREBLOOD."
Ginny ignores her mother, focusing on trying to keep her balance on steadily weakening legs; she'd been off on the height estimation and was short by about half an inch.
When both he and Hermione are naked, Harry says, "So Molly what do you think, should I stick my cock up her bum now or let her down before I bugger her?"
"GINNY, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, KICK NOW. YOU HEARD WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO TO YOU!"
"So you aren't going to answer me then bitch? Oh well, I've prepared for this," Harry says before drawing a Galleon from his trouser pockets. He walks to in front of Ginny and puts his foot on the lip of the chair. "I'm going to play a little muggle game Molly, with my own special twist. It's called Heads-or-tails. The rules simple," he holds up one side facing Molly, "this is heads and the other side tails. I'm going to flip this coin in the air and let it land on the floor. If it's heads, I kick the chair out from under your daughter and we all get to watch her choke to death. On the other hand, if it comes up tails, I let your daughter down and put my tool up her tail." Harry flips the coin with a smirk on his face.
The clothed, bound woman watches the coin, hoping and praying it will come up heads and preserve her daughters' purity. Her hopes are crushed when the coin lands heads down.
Harry has an evil grin on his face, since he'd personally charmed the coin to land tails up. "I guess you get to watch this little whore take it up the arse bitch."
Hermione goes over and frees Ginny's hands so the supple redhead can free her neck and take her first unimpeded breath in over ten minutes.
Without being told, Ginny drops to her hands and knees so she can crawl over to just in front of her mother.
Molly's heart sinks as she watches her only daughter behaving in such a subservient manner.
Ginny turns so she is perpendicular to her mum.
Hermione takes her place in front of the kneeling witch. Without any preamble, Hermione grabs Ginny's hair and presses her face to her cunt. "Come on, bitch," Hermione says. "You should know how to eat pussy pretty well after all the training I put you through."
Molly watches in horror as her daughter starts to actually lick the mudblood's vagina.
As Hermione continues a litany of encouragement to Ginny, Harry walks over to behind the kneeling witch and roughly grabs the cheeks of her arse. Pulling them apart, he spits on Ginny's backdoor and presses his dick to the entrance to her arse. He grabs her by the shoulder and suddenly shoves all the way in.
Ginny screams into Hermione's pussy from the mix of pain from her bum and pleasure of serving her master.
Harry thrusts in and out of Ginny's butt with as much force as he can muster. He smirks as Hermione comes with an ear-piercing scream. As he continues to pump Ginny's rump, he can feel pressure building up. Just before he can climax though, Harry pulls out and grabs Ginny's hair from Hermione and pulls her around. He just has time to notice the streaks on his cock before he pushes into Ginny's mouth.
Hermione, deprived of the mouth on her pussy starts to spank Ginny in retribution as the witch in question proceeds to give her master the best blowjob she can.
Ginny runs her tongue along the underside of her master's shaft only once before he orgasms and shoots his delicious seed into her hungry little mouth.
Molly is disgusted as she watches her daughter suck on a man's tool, even worse is that the tool had actually been up her behind. She almost has a heart attack when Ginny starts to shudder.
Harry thinks to himself, "This is it," as Ginny starts to shudder in climax at the taste of his seed. At Molly's repulsed expression, he draws his wand from behind his ear and says, "Reducto," while pointing the wand at Molly's head.
Hermione watches as the bound woman's head disappears in a small shower of gore.
Molly's body tips over and a growing puddle of blood.
After Ginny finishes swallowing his semen, Harry pats her on the head like the good little bitch she is, and says, "Now, Ginny, get back up on the chair and get the noose back on."
Ginny reluctantly complies with his order and as she feels the rough hemp circling her thin neck, she can't help but wonder what her master is planning next.
A/N: Until next time.