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8. Hell is the place of those who have denied

Harry woke up confused for the second time in just as many days in a strange yet familiar house, surrounding in soft luxurious black curls. 'Nymmy,' he thought and it brought a smile to his face. Thinking about his occlumency accident before sleeping last night elicited a snort, which caused his bed companion to startle, wake, jump up and the proceed directly and unceremoniously off of same said bed and brutally atop the floor.

"Oy! Potter what gives?!" She screams, finding herself in this rather precarious position didn't make for a positive start to the day. He jumped from the bed, retrieving her in his arms, placed a quick, but gentle kiss upon her lips before their legs were intertwined and looking at her still groggy eyes.

"You will never believe what happened last night as I was preparing for sleep," He then proceeded to tell her the mental conversation that he had with Tom.

Unfortunately for Harry, this proved to be a disastrous exchange. Upon hearing what Harry had said, and what Riddle had retorted with, she couldn't help the gales of laughter which was quickly accompanied by a very brief knee jerk reaction, which in turn for little Harry's two companions. Suffice it to say they were less than pleased with unscheduled meeting with Nymmy's knee.

Harry was flung from the bed, and landed in much the same position that Nymmy had found herself in just moments prior. The tears in his eyes, unfortunately were not those of mirth but of unholy pain that only those of the male gender can sympathize with, and using in the telling of such tales elicits winces and hand movements to protect the same offended parts.

Nymmy was tossed up between laughing and crying at this point, and unfortunately for Harry it was the prior. She did, however decide that it would be unsporting not to aid him in regaining his foothold, and came rushing immediately to his aid.

"I am so sorry Harry." She said, tucking her head down, and looking quite cute and doe-eyed. Harry, although still winded forgave her on the sport, but not without thoughts of pay back.

"I think that the kata is really helping with the occlumency and I would like to continue it." Harry said, enthusiastically.

"I don't see why you couldn't continue it. I mean, as far as Hogwarts is concerned it's still up to the Board of Governor's before they will decide whether or not to re-open in June. So far from what I have been able to ascertain from Minerva it is not looking too likely that they are going to do so, considering the death eaters are on the move."

"What about the blood protections?"

"Harry, that is only for another few weeks and then, they're gone for good. Believe me, the blood protections were far less of a hinderance to Tom than you may think. Besides, with that," Nymmy now pointing at his scar, "He has pretty much insured himself a front line seat to your life. Do you honestly think that if Tom wanted to get to you there and do you harm, that he would be hindered? Besides, he has your blood anyway, from what I'd learned from the events after the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. How would he be turned away if the blood protecting you flows through his veins as well."

"OK, valid point, and one that I had been meaning to question before but due to one thing or another coming up, I'd never gotten around to it, so I'll concede. So are we going to stay here, then?"

"Sure, why not? Now, hold on," She started because she could clearly see that he was going to interject, "I moved out a couple of years ago, when I joined up with the Aurors, however my folks are good people, and before you question the wards, here, they're the same as the ones on number twelve, minus the Fidelus charm. If you don't belong here, you simply don't get in."

"OK, well I think we're missing out on a work out at the moment, and I seriously need to get into better shape."

"Oh, I don't know, I've never seen you to be more fanciable."

"Funny. Hermione said the same thing in fourth year."

"Makes you think about that Amortentia, doesn't it. What might have happened if Ron hadn't done what he had."

"Well, I rather like where I've ended up, all things considered."

"Mr. Potter, I'm not one to argue against that point, or counter-point it, either." She said, leaning against him and kissing him gently.

All gentleness, however had gone out the window, when she jumped up, and ran out the door. Harry got up and quickly gotten dressed. He rushed out the door, and met Nymmy in the hallway before they proceeded downstairs.

There work out was just a strenuous as it had been the prior day. It left every muscle in his body burning with new sensations. The kata helped solidify the occlumency as well as introduce knew aspects to the world of martial arts. Harry had seen a few kung fu movies at the Dursley's, or rather bits and pieces as Dudley taunted him while he was expected to clean the living room. It intrigued him, and even with kata, he was learning mental discipline and a means to defend himself better in a physical attack.

Breakfast proved to be just as eventful as it had the day prior. Around the same time, an owl flew into the window, dropping off a copy of the Daily Prophet. Yet again, there was a front page story about the exploits of the boy-who-lived.

Aurors revived after sixteen years by the boy-who-lived himself.
By Rita Skeeter

It happened midday yesterday that Harry Potter accompanied by at least twenty aurors escorted by the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Madame Amelia Bones entered the the Long-term ward for spell damage. It was a miracle what happened next.

Harry Potter along with the Aurors fired off their Patroni into the ward itself, which revived Frank and Alice Longbottom, as well as thirty-six other suffers of long term Cruciatus exposure.

It is a well known fact that the Longbottoms were both Aurors and dear friends of Harry Potter's late parents James and Lily Potter. When they were released late last evening, Alice Longbottom was quoted as, "I would like to thank Harry Potter for being such a good friend to our son, Neville. It is such a pleasure to know that our family remains friends even in this next generation."

It remains uncertain how Mr. Potter knew that the Patronus Charm would be effective in this situation, however what we do know about the Cruciatus curse other than it is, of course, unforgivable is that it delivers unimaginable pain. When exposed to such pain for an extended period, the mind shuts down.

The Patronus is centered with happy thoughts and emits that when conjured. It is this reporter's belief that that happiness was able to get through to the suffers in that ward and in a way allow there minds to understand that where they were was now safe.

"Well, it's mostly a fluff piece, but I think it's one that will definitely get under the skin of Tom. In all honestly, right about now I feel sorry for Bellatrix and the Lestrange brothers." Harry said, causing a look of shock to come from all around.

"How can you say that, Harry?" Andromeda asked.

"Well, I know from personal contact," Pointing to his scar, "How he rewards failure. I'm sure that it was his intention for what your sister, her husband and brother-in-law had done to the Longbottom family to be a permanent state."

Lestrange Manor

Bella was going insane, and from what her usual demeanor conveyed at certain points in time, that was saying something as well. She needed to get out of here and do it quick. She had just put down her copy of the Daily Prophet, that had been brought to her by her sister, Narcissa. She had stopped in early this morning and she had been frantic. Things had gone wrong, and terribly so at that. There had to be somewhere they could go.

"We can't tell Rodolphus, Cissy. He doesn't understand and he's still loyal to the Dark Lord."

"I understand that but you can't stay here. The Dark Lord will call you soon, and you know that call will be the last for you. He doesn't reward failure."

"It's not as if I can't take the pain, you know." Bella said, rather indignantly.

"It's not a question of pain. Somehow I doubt that there will be any pain involved. You spent fifteen years in Azkaban."

"Well if it hadn't been for Sirius, I don't think that I would have survived, at all."

"I still think that this plan has been rubbish. We've been doing it for twenty years now, and it's still hard for me to fathom that it's so close to coming to an end. Where will we go?"

"Grimauld Place."

Granger Residence

Hermione sat at the breakfast table hardly touching a thing other than the Daily Prophet. She read it three times now, just as she had done with the previous days copy. She was in awe that Harry would have come up with using the Patronus Charm to help Neville's parents. With thoughts of Harry came thoughts of Ronald and his ultimate betrayal.

How could he have done this, and more importantly when had it started. When she thought on that relationship her ears burned Weasley red. But that wasn't a burning totally consisting of embarrassment. She harbored a lot of resentment. If she could find a way to get even with that bastard for his basic rape of her mind, she would.

Harry. The name brought to her pain now. She remembered her actions while at the Burrow just two days ago when he had accused her of not caring by not writing. She had in fact written many letters, however she never did find the time to send them. 'It's too late, now.' She thought to herself. 'I've betrayed him more solidly that Ron did in fourth year.'

That's when it hit her like a ton of bricks. That is when Ron had started plotting to use the Amortentia. She had always gotten on better with Harry than she had Ron. In fact, although she did tend to be more nagging about the school work, Harry had always been more receptive to that effort than Ronald.

Ronald would always put things off until the last moment, and when that last moment came would practically beg her to share her work with him. More times often than not, she would review the work, or in his case lack of work, and provide insight into it completion.

This had been Ronald's means to get closer to Hermione, however, when homework wasn't an issue, there were rarely anything at all that the two of them had in common. His obsession with the Chudley Cannons annoyed her to no end. While she did understand the principals of Quidditch, she couldn't stand the sport, and this was mostly due to the fact that anytime that Gryffindor had a match Harry usually ended up in hospital.

Longbottom Manor

Alice Longbottom was frantic, and Frank was in pure bliss. One thing that Frank could honestly say was that his mum loved him endlessly. She had coddled the man all his life, and how he didn't turn out to be more like James Potter had been for the first six years at Hogwarts, she never understood.

Alice had just finished reading the Daily Prophet. It had been an interesting article. Her quote had been brief, but that was also because she had tutored Rita during school term. They were civil and that was a matter of private history, and an understanding. It had been Alice, who had helped Rita with her Animagus transformation just as she had briefly helped the Marauders at Lily's request.

Lily Potter had been her dear friend, and while Alice new that Lily had a secret crush on James almost the entire time that they were in school together, he had been absolutely horrid to her. She would never help him directly, of course, and would constantly be seen calling him a prat, and storming off after a rather amusing prank.

She looked over to her son, who was still sitting there dumb-founded with a grin on his face that no matter what would be said would not go away soon. He was finally happy; and truly, at that.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ronald Weasley's Cell

"Mr. Weasley, do you remember who I am?"

"Jonathan Spinnet, Alicia brother, right?"

"That's correct. Mr. Weasley, I hear at this point in time to help you. You would like my help, would you not?"

"Of course I would, I'll do anything to get out of here."

"Anything, you say?"

"YES!"

"Mr. Weasley, I am prepared to offer you an unbreakable vow that I will help you if you will agree in turn to make an unbreakable vow not to speak of this assistance to a living soul. Can you do that?"

"Absolutely yes! I, Ronald Bilius Weasley do hereby vow on my life and my magic that I will accept Jonathan Spinnet's help and will not speak of this to another living soul. So mote it be."

"I accept your vow. So mote it be." Jonathan stated, and the room was illuminated sealing the deal.

"I Jonathan Roger Spinnet do hereby vow on my life and my magic to help Ronald Bilius Weasley as I have stated prior to his vow, so mote it be."

"I accept your vow. So mote it be."

Jonathan quickly took out his wand and stunned Ronald Weasley. He then took out a vile of potion, tilted it back and quickly swallowed. As the changes started happening, he quickly moved over to Ronald Weasley, with a similar vile and poured it down his throat. Reaching down, he gently massaged Ron's throat until he was sure that the potion had been ingested.

He then levitated Ronald to the position that he had been in during the body cavity search. Another flick of his wand, and Ronald Weasley was nude. Jonathan watched as the imperio-polyjuice potion quickly transformed Ronald Weasley to the Likeness of Hermione Granger. Checking himself now, he saw the familiar freckles and red hair.

"Enervate."

Ronald didn't know what had happened at first, still feeling quite lethargic from being recently woken up. He looked at the nude man standing in front of him, and the familiar penis that stood erect and wanting. He saw his own face. Looking down his own chest now, he felt utter terror. He was nude, chained to the wall, much has he had been just the other day. His chest swollen and heaving and now perky breasts with erect and taut nipples.

'This can't be happening!' He thought to himself, protesting with each passing second. His psyche was rebelling against the form that he found himself in now. In desperation he tried to close his legs enough to feel his manhood trapped between them. The proved to be a futile exercise that only ended in disappointment.

"Moan for me, Hermione." The polyjuice Ron commanded, and although his psyche rebelled against it, he did so without question. Ronald felt herself getting wet from a place; that moments ago, she didn't possess.

The fake Ron approached now, spreading her labia with his fingers and forging his way past the intact hymen. He relished in the pain that was being inflicted. He forcefully grabbed hold of her twin breasts before him and squeezed them roughly as he pulled out his cock only until just the crown remained before lunging in, once again.

Ronald's nipples were aching with lust, and slowly this violation betrayed him as well. The pain and discomfort that he felt in the rape ebbed away turning into something that her male self protested while the physical self reveled. Ronald hips were now matching rhythm for rhythm, thrusting against the crown that was just within her folds until the fake Ron's public hair laid crushed beneath the clean shaven mound.

"The first rule of Gryffindor house is we don't betray our own." He said simply before lunging in again. This repeated over and over and again and again until the fake Ron ejaculated inside of Ronald Bilius Weasley's climaxing vagina, already knowing that the seed had taken hold. As the Jonathan pulled out, he couldn't help but smirk as the blood from the broken hymen trailed down the inside of the young girl's thigh.

Jonathan turned to Ronald, and with a complex wand movement, and a silent incantation, Ronald Wealsey was visible again. The bindings were released and he urged Ronald to get dressed.

"You have a choice now. The incantation I just spoke hides your Hermione form. For all intents and purposes you look like Ronald Weasley to everyone, but that is just a mask, a charade. You are to carry the child to term for your betrayal to Hermione Granger and to the Potter and Black clans."

"I thought you were going to help me you bastard!" Ron wailed, with the tears of frustration that her body and her libido had betrayed him.

"I have, Ms. Weasley," He said with a smirk on his face. "Let the fun begin."