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9. Zum Hölle, Meine Teufel!

Percy Weasley sat in the room to his flat in the lower east side of London, completely baffled at the days events that had passed him by while he diligently worked on the report expected of him, by his gainful employer, Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. He was perplexed as to what additional information on Harry Potter that he could lend, so his decided to start with the book that his mum had read to when he was younger, about the boy who lived. The problem with that was that he had forgotten it completely. Unfortunately, with that being realized he was faced with something that he dreaded to do, return to the Burrow.

Returning to the Burrow, however didn't pose the threat of confrontation with his mind-numbed siblings and mum, because somehow they had been taken care of. This was a great relief to Percy. He didn't have to face his mum. She had been a tyrant all of his life, and constant hen pecked, and Molly-coddled the entire family. His only outlet, while living there was to remain studious and that is exactly what he did.

He remained vigilant to the rules, always being fair and just, which is more than what he could say for his mum. She was partial, and when dad wasn't around, quite mean to the family with a firm hand. This, for Percy, seemed odd because Percy was always a logical creature. He knew that there was a clear right and wrong, and practiced this daily.

Percy's greatest refuge had been Hogwart's because; at least there, he didn't have to deal with the erratic behaviors of mum. Unfortunately for Percy, he was the only one who saw his mum's inconsistencies. Once, when he tried to divulge information to his dad, he simply laughed it off, and confronted his mum, half-heartedly and full of mirth, explaining what Percy had said. The outcome, while played down by his mum in front of his dad, was one of the greatest sources of pain in his life. He was beaten in the wee hours of the morning, after she carefully stunned everyone in the house while they were sleeping to ensure that there were absolutely no interruptions. Afterwards, she informed the family that Percy had taken ill that night and she had tended to him through the wee hours of the morning.

The years that followed for Percy were ones of cloak and dagger. He played his role of the model child, getting good marks, playing by the rules and it had earned him the Head Boy role in his seventh year. While Molly was playing the role of proud parent, she never missed an opportunity to dress Percy down in private, and the intial stunning of the family hadn't been the only occurrence of such events. They were plentiful.

He couldn't think and that was plain and simple. There were a lot of things that had happened to Harry Potter during the time that they had spent enrolled together, however Percy had other, more important things to worry about. Most, of which, involved having as little contact with his mum as possible. So he wrote what he knew.

1. Harry Potter survived the killing curse from You-Know-Who.
2. He prevented You-Know-Who from getting the Philosopher's Stone, resulting in the death of Professor Quirrel.
3. Harry Potter saved Ginny from a Basilisk in the chamber of Secrets destroying an enchanted diary owned by Tom Marvalo Riddle. Tom Riddle was head boy at Hogwarts circa 1945.
4. Had some involvement with Sirius Black, his Godfather, and was suspected of helping him to escape, however had an alibi of being locked in the Hospital Wing during the escape.
5. Created an illegal defense association club during Madame Umbridge's reign at Hogwarts.
6. Harry Potter received nine OWLs with honors in defense against the dark arts for being able to produce a corporeal patronus for his examiner.
7. Was the last person to see Headmaster Albus Dumbledore alive, and has refused to disclose the nature of that meeting with anyone.

Percy looked over his list with a scrutinizing eye. There wasn't enough information. He had to have more information, and the only place that he could think to start would be at the Burrow. He quickly gathered his quill and parchment, and apparated to the apparition point outside his childhood home.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ginevra Weasley Cell

Ginny Weasley was in a state of shock and depression. She didn't understand why she was here. She knew that the answers that she had provided were the ones that her mum had drilled into her for the past four years, but to be honest, she would say anything to the woman, after what she had witnessed with Percy. The woman was mad as a hatter.

She hadn't moved from the spot that she was sitting in the small cell. There was a mattress, and a bucket, and that was all she was permitted. They had brought her a sandwich for lunch and one again for dinner. While she protested the meals, she did finally give into the hunger.

Did she ever love Harry Potter? That was a question that she had asked herself over and over again. She didn't really know the answer to it. She appreciated him saving her during her first year at Hogwarts. Had he not, she would have been dead without question. But mum was greedy, and that was plain and simple. With that greed came schemes, that she was drug into without hope of a reprisal.

Ginny Weasley paced back in forth within the tiny confines of her cell. To say that she was a little dismayed about her current surroundings would be a mild understatement. She found herself contemplating many things. She didn't love Harry. She's figured that part out. At times, she out right loathed him and his temper tantrums.

How did everything go so wrong? Mum had planned everything out down to the minute detail. He had to break up with her. He had ruined everything. This was all Harry Potter's fault. If she could get her revenge on him, she would. The Bat-Boggey Hex would be nothing compared to the torture that she would make him suffer. She was in a daze.

She thought about the questions, the endless questions the Aurors had for her, and had even heard Ronald's screams from the cell just next door. Aurors Smith, Johnson and Spinnet were dispassionate, at best when interacting with her, and left with a look of disgust when she revealed the plan for Harry Potter's wedding and subsequent murder.

Of course since she never attempted the murder the only thing that the DMLE had on her were conspiracy to commit murder, and Amortentia poisoning. While it seemed that there could be a sentence to Azkaban for this, it wouldn't be a life sentence. That was at least somewhat comforting. Her father would help her, she thought. There was no way that he would allow his baby-girl to rot in prison. He had to help.

At this thought, Ginny brightened. She had to think of a way to convince her father of her innocence. She knew that the evidence was overwhelming and that she had played an active role in conspiring with her mum, but it was her mum for Merlin's sake. She had to listen to her, because mum said it was a rule, and she went by that all of her life. Sure she protested at times, and was exceedingly exasperated with some of the things that her mum said or did, but in the end she always listened to her. Her father would just have to understand that, as he always did. In the end, she knew that her father would do what he could for her mum, as well. After all, they had been married for over thirty years now, and that spelled soul mates.

Tonks Residence

After their morning work out and briefly reading the Daily Prophet, Harry Potter did something that he had rarely ever had the opportunity to do, relax. He spent the afternoon in front of the television, with Nymmy resting her head against his shoulder. They watched a few movies from Ted's DVD collection. They ate popcorn, and laughed with each other.

When the first movie was over Harry looked over at Nymmy and kissed her forehead. She looked at him in wonder. He was an honest and loving person, she thought to herself. Someone worthy of so much more than what was handed out, and decided then and there that she would make sure that he got more love and attention each and every day. She smiled at him.

"What was that for?" She asked, inquiring about the head-peck.

"What is today?"

"Um... Wednesday."

"Then, because it's Wednesday." He said simply. "What do you want to do next?"

"I get to pick next movie... Um, ever seen Star Wars?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Excellent, it's one of my favorite series!" Nymmy said, excitedly, bouncing off of the couch, and running into the kitchen.

"Um, Tonks, the televisions out here."

"More Popcorn," She said placing the bag in the microwave.

"OK, how many of these Star Wars movies are there?" Harry asked.

"There are three of them. You want to put in Star Wars, A new hope, first." She said from inside the kitchen. "Harry, you want another drink, while I'm in here?"

"Sure." Harry said, placing the video tape into the VCR and closing it.
The movie started and Harry was a little confused to see the opening credits declare that it was episode IV. When he asked about it she informed him that they hadn't made the others yet and there was talk that they were going to be shooting those films in the next year or two.

Nymmy resumed her seat next to Harry, with a large bowl of popcorn sitting in her lap and continued to enjoy the remainder of the day doing relatively nothing at all. Harry enjoyed a new hope. He found Empire strikes back disturbing on many different levels. And the Return of the Jedi provided Harry hope. At the end of it, the two of them laughed and joked around. Nymmy got an evil twinkle in her eye as she spied a similar one in his as well. She stood up, looking at him with her nose pointed snobbishly in the air, before she began to more.

The first thing that Harry noticed was that her beautiful violet eyes changed to red ones. Her long curly black hair receded into her scalp. Her perky and quite buoyant flattened against her chest. When she was completely done, the perfect picture of Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle stood before him.

"Albus never told you about your father." She said in a perfect Lord Vader voice, which caused Harry to choke back a laugh.

"He told me enough. He told me you killed him!" Harry played back with mock rage.

"I am your father."

"Nooooooooo!!!!!!" Harry screamed, which ended with the two of them on the floor rolling around in a fit full of giggles.

Harry looked at Nymmy, for a moment. Still maintaining the look, he started to formulate a bunch of different things at one time. She could completely discredit Tom Riddle by making a few appearances. It would be hilarious, Harry mused. He watched her watch him, and in watching her behind that face was just too much of a distraction.

"Oy, Tonks, if you ever expect me to kiss you again, you better revert from that form, unlike my former best mate, I'm no poof."

"Admit it Harry James Potter, you find me irresistible, no matter what form I take."

"I like your base form the best, Nymmy. You are you, no one else." Harry said with honesty, before he frowned and said now change back, I hate that face!"

At that exact moment, a couple of things happened really quick. Andromeda and Ted decided to open the door. They found Harry and Voldemort wrestling on the ground. Andy's wand was immediately in her hand with the stupefy curse on her lips when she heard a very girly giggle come from the Dark Lord. Quickly putting away her wand.

"Nymphadora Lily Tonks, change back this instant!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Which in turn scared both Harry and Nymmy for two completely different reasons. Harry already throwing a wandless stupefy which thankfully missed Andromeda by mere millimeters. Nymmy blanched, and quickly changed back to her base form.

"Sorry mum, just having a bit of fun, is all." She said with a wide smile.

"Well that is all well and fine, but get yourselves up and dress right and proper, you dad wants to go out for pizza." She said with a hint of a smile.

"Sure thing." Nymmy said, righting herself, and giving Harry a hand upright.

Dinner was quite good and Harry had enjoyed the pizza very much considering he'd never had it before. The Dursleys, when they did order a pizza while he was under their roof, would never leave any for Harry. Sure, he'd smell it, as they made a point for him to be close enough to be able to do so. 'I have to quit thinking about them.' He thought.

"Nymmy?"

"Yeah Harry?"

"Do you think, if we get the time to, could we swing by my relatives and retrieve my school things?"

"How about we get Mad-eye to do it for us instead?" She said with a malevolence in her voice that automatically cause a grin on his face.

"Only if he lets us have a quick pensieve moment of the encounter." Which cause all of the to laugh.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ronald Weasley's Cell

Elsewhere, things were going pretty far from the norm. Ronald Weasley was scared. There was no denying it. What had just happened to her was undeniably rape. The worst part of it was that she was stupid enough to give an unbreakable vow. She was mentally berating herself now for that error. She looked up at the clock now in shock. It had been one hour and five minutes and she had as of yet not started the change.

"I see that you've noticed the time, Ms. Weasley."

"This isn't possible," Ron said in utter shock to her feminine voice that sounded strangely close to Ginny's own voice. "I thought..."

"You thought what Ms. Weasley? That it was simply polyjuice? That was a right cocktail. It was created by the best minds in the Department of Mysteries. We use a variation of it for Death Eaters who were coerced into joining who provide enough evidence for them to go into hiding and relocate. Some choose to change the sex, usually the poofs, like in your case."

"I AM NOT A POOF!" She screamed in her daintly little girly voice.

"Well now, let's examine the proof, then, shall we? I just shagged you three ways from Wednesday; which it is Wednesday, by the way."

"Forced!" She screamed outraged, and violated.

"By the end you were bucking and moaning like a sex-starved little slut! Back to the cocktail. You'll be interested to know that the particular variation that you ingested also has a little liquid imperius in it for good measure." Jonathan said quite smugly.

"What does that mean?" She said, her voice full of fear in not really wanting to know the answer.

"Quite simply what I said earlier. The first rule of Gryffindor house is we don't betray our own. You however will not be so lucky. The liquid Imperius washes over you much the same way that the unforgivable Imperius does except you retain your memories, just as you have your memories of loosing your virginity."

"You can't d-do th-this. I-I'll tell."

"Tell whom? You just stole sixty thousand galleons from the Boy-Who-Lived. You are currently looked at right now in worse light that the dark lord himself. You are hated by the entire wizarding world. Make no mistakes about it Ms. Weasley, you are fucked in every sense of the word. If I were to tell you right now to disrobe..." He said with finality, watching with a grin as Ronald Weasley did just that. "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to me."

Ronald felt her heart breaking. This was beyond humiliation. This was the personification of hell. She fell to her knees, fresh tears falling from her eyes and no matter how hard she pressed against the potion, it would not relent. She crawled over to him now. Looking up at him expecting the orders to continue.

"Are you a poof?" Jonathan asked inquisitively.

"No!" She screamed.

"Unzip me." Jonathan said plainly devoid of emotion entirely and Ronald complied. "Take my cock out, lick your lips and tell me how much you want to take it in your mouth. Make it convincing." He said sternly.

Ronald's mind was snapping at this point. She wanted to struggle against this and to scream at the top of her lungs now. Her trembling hands found the zipper and quickly she unzipped him. She fumbled with the underwear before the erect member sprung free. Immediately she perked up, but inside was screaming. She moans and licks her lips, lust clearly in her eyes.

"I want you master, please... please can I taste you?"

"Stop." Jonathan said, looking at Ronald clearly in the eyes. "Tell me, how do you feel?"

"You fucking bastard..." Ronald starts but is cut off.

"Take my cock in your fucking mouth, bitch and hum a fucking tune while you do it, and you better fucking pray I like it or your punishment will be severe!" He roars at her now.

Ronald takes the cock into her mouth now. Her hell is complete. She tastes the pre-cum that was leaking form the opening. It's salty and she can't believe that this nightmare she finds herself in now is real. She pushes her head forward until that head is at the back of her throat. Ronald wishes for death. She pushes on it harder, and finds that the back of her throat relaxes instinctively. 'There's no where to go, no where to hide,' she thinks.

Ronald now feels hands on the side of her head. She knows that she has to make it feel good or she will be punished further. She instinctively reaches up and starts gently caressing Jonathans balls. She fells him starting to tense, knowing that the sooner he's done the sooner he will let her go. She applies more suction and absent-mindedly realizes that she is humming "Weasley is our King," to her shame.

She feels Jonathan grabbing hands full of hair now, pulling her forcefully down until her nose is buried into his pubic hair, and then almost all the way out. She hears him breathing erratically as she hums 'He can't block a single thing,' and then Jonathan tenses. Ronald feels her head being violently forced forward as the first jet of cum shoots down her throat.

Jonathan pulls out of Ronald's mouth until just the crown remains. He looks down at females face, not seeing Hermione any longer but a very feminine version of Ronald Weasley. Her ample breasts are trapped between his calves, and his feels the soft smooth flesh trapped between them. He continues to ejacuate. This would be a moment of concern for most Muggles but Jonathan used a special little charm which allowed his load to be most copious. He looks down now, noticing that so is escaping out of the corners of Ronald's, now, quite skilled and seasoned mouth.

"Swallow!" He bellows and Ronald eagerly complies causing a smirk across Jonathan's face. Looking into the eager eyes of his victim he could see the horror. He could see the outright disgust. The most important thing that he could see is the fear.

"Now, I am going to ask you this once, and only once, and remember I will know if you're lying, OK, Rowena?" He said, looking into her eyes knowing that being called that, now as a female that is who he was. It was a mockery to his chess prowess.

Resigned to her fate she waited patiently for the question. She bowed her head in shame. "Yes, master?" she inquired.

"How do you feel?" Which only elicited deep heart-wrenching sobs.