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13. Hell of places never plundered

Hermione, well I s'pose this is it. If you're reading this now, you've seen my life, or at least the bits that I placed into the pensieve for you. You, at one point meant the world to me. I was a devoted little fan boy, although I didn't send you a singing valentine's card, and I'm not as particularly dim-witted as I had led most people to believe.

Honestly, being stuck in my room at number four, do you think there would be anything else for me to do, but read? I'd been starved and beaten, and made to feel inferior. The only person who has made me feel anything of worth has been Nymmy and her family, as of late.

I miss you, and it has been horrible. When you didn't listen to me about the Half Blood Prince, or any of the other things last year, I felt utterly alone. I'd spent hours with that barmy old codger, and you'd think he would train me. The honest true is that it was just to discuss the horcrux situation.

You'd think that for someone whose suppose to save the wizarding world from Voldemort, I'd have quite a few more spells under my belt by now, but the ones that I do have are thanks mostly to your help.

This is where my letter gets difficult, because to be honest, I don't think I could survive if you were to betray me again. I firmly intend to be at the trial for all three of the currently incarcerated Weasleys, and I would appreciate, both, your support and presence. I desperately want you to be a part of my life, but at the same point, please make sure that we stay honest with one another.

Now, that is not to say that I want you to be stand-offish. If you feel that I am acting out of character whatsoever, I expect you to call me on it, and you should expect me to act on it as well.

My time with Nymmy has shown me a great many things, one of the most important things is to relax. I'd never been able to do that before. I've never really had to the opportunity to be "Just Harry" as I've always claimed to have wanted to be. With her help, I have been able to do that. I never really even knew who I was and now I am starting to.

Before Nymmy, I didn't know what love was because frankly I had no basis for comparison, however stating that, as harshly as I'm sure that it sounds, now that I've found love, and what it's like to truly love someone. Now that I have a basis for comparison, I can say that I was more than some crazed stalker fan boy.

To be honest, I'm not even sure why Ron was my captive during the second task. I think that the professor had one too many lemon drops that night when making his decision. I loved you before I knew what love was.

I hope that you understand that I loved you from the moment that I saw you in Myrtle's bathroom being attacked by that Troll. Throughout Hogwarts, together; with you that is, were some of the happiest memories that I have and will always treasure them.

I need to know that you can accept me, as I am. Who I am now, and who I am becoming, because make no doubts about it. I am changing each and every day, and I believe, with Nymmy's help that I am becoming the person I was born to be. I still have a hole in my life, however, and that hole is Hermione Jane Granger, my closest, my dearest and best friend in the world.

In the days following the trials, I will be meeting with Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Mad-eye Moody. With the help of my Nymmy, they are going to be getting me trained up right and proper. I'd like it if you would join me in this training. I know that I may be asking a lot. I don't mean to be, and if the time together is going to be hard or awkward, I can understand your refusal. If you don't want me in your life, while it makes me truly sad, I will accept your decision.

Now, I'm at the end. I await your reply, as I'm sure that Nymmy is waiting for it as well.

Love always,
Harry

Hermione couldn't think and for her that was an extremely bad thing. There were good things and bad things in this letter. She had commitments now that need to be made, and no council at the moment that she thought would be appropriate. She felt Tonks' breath against the back of her neck at the end of the letter, and her heart broke for her a little at the reading of Harry's love. This wasn't something that she was prepared for and she just couldn't bloody think.

Her head dropped slightly and the tears came afresh. Her heart was breaking again. Her Harry was lost to her now, forever and always. He had loved her. She had loved him, but they never told one another. She was lost in grief.

"Hermione, you'll get through this, I promise."

"How can you be so sure, Tonks? I've lost him. He spoke in the past tense when referring to how he feels..." She rambled, but was cut off.

"This is Harry's way of dealing with difficult situations. He steps back. Harry isn't the same person you thought him to be. What happened for Harry was particularly difficult for him to deal with. For me, I'm dealing much better, but in essence, its my job to watch out for him, to be there for him. I'm doing this, not out of a sense of duty or obligation, but out of love, Hermione, and yes I do love him very much!" Nymmy said, now, her voice never wavering and filled with passion.

"I just don't know..."

"Do you love Harry, Hermione?"

"Of course I do, don't be absurd, but is that enough? See these things, these events in his life, was horrible. His RELATIVES," She almost spat out, "were absolutely god awful to him. He had to hide who he was all of the time. Had to pretend to be something that he wasn't, and some times it worked, and sometimes it didn't need to work or not because they were awful to him regardless. I can see how fiercely loyal he was to all of us, and had he had the opportunity last year to get re-sorted, I'm sure that he would have been placed in any and all of the houses. He fits all the molds."

"That he does. I love Harry, and would you like to know something, a little personal?" She asked quietly.

"If it's not imposing, I don't want to be too much of a bother, and you've been great, thus far."

"When Harry kisses me, he insists that I use my base form. I've not shown anyone that, outside of my parents since leaving Hogwarts."

"May I?" Hermione, asked, her curiosity, now, getting the better of her. With that, Tonks scrunches up her face, and pink spiked hair morphs into long curly black hair, her eyes change from an icy blue to a piercing violet, and the features of her face sharpen, yet does not lose the heart-shape entirely. Hermione was now faced with a younger version of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"No offense, but I can at least see why you've decided to change your appearance for the public. You look like your aunt."

"Harry said the same thing, although he did also compare me with the beauty of a Veela." Tonks said with a lopsided grin.

"Well, take it for all it's worth, I think that's about as romantic as our Harry is going to get. I just can see him spouting off love poems, and likening you to a hidden treasure that he would protect with his life."

"No that's just barmy talk one would find on the internet." Tonks said, knowing, and seeing a flash of recognition, Tonks continued. "Hermione, I'm a half-blood, like Harry, and life in the muggle world, as well. We have a computer at the house amongst other things."

"Well, Harry was right, you are quite pretty. I doubt he would have really stayed with me for very long, regardless, how can I compete?"

"Hermione, you're beautiful in your own right, and in many different ways. Don't let anyone tell you anything different, not even yourself, do you understand me? Before Harry, I had almost sworn off men entirely, and I can tell you, you're quite a catch."

This being said, caused a couple of things to happen, really quick. Hermione started coughing, which didn't help matters very much at all. Secondly, the coughing didn't abate, in fact, it led to hyperventilation. Tonks, quick to think, conjured a paper bag, and immediately handed to Hermione. She just as quick, but not knowing her own strength, began breathing into the bag, and unfortunately caused the bag to pop with a loud Bang.

Tonks, unfortunately had her back to Hermione at the moment of the unexpected sound, and the first thing that came to mind was apparation. Someone had apparated into the home and was attacking the Granger residence. Not thinking, she twisted and fired a silent stunner in the direction of the offending sound. Fortunately, for Hermione's sake, she was hit spot on. This thankfully, stopped her hyperventilation immediately. Tonks mentally cursed herself, knowing immediately that she would not hear the end of this. Wating a few moments, she quietly enervated Hermione. Who looked up at her fish eyed.

"You stunned me!" She said angrily.

"Didn't think, sorry, constant vigilance as it were. Did sound like apparation, though, you have to admit that."

"OK, I'll let it slide for now, but back to your revelation about other team activities?"

"To steal something from you that you use, CONSTANTLY, HONESTLY, Hermione, how am I different from most Witch or Wizard?"

"You're a metamorphmagus."

"And what does that mean?"

"That you can change shape into anyone you choose?" She said, with a silent question.

"So say, I wanted to turn into Harry, for example," She said, and then quickly turned into Harry Potter, right before her eyes.

"So, um, Tonks, are you, um, complete. Um, what I mean to say or at least inquire about, is that did you just change the outward, or are you, um, functional?"

"Completely functional, and no you most certainly cannot have a peek at my boyfriends willy." She said, with a mock harrumph before quickly changing back to her original appearance with the pink hair.

"Harry likes the way that I look, and makes me feel special about who I really am. He always has done that, even when he was a wee little one."

"It must have been rather difficult for you meeting up with him again, that summer before our fifth year."

"Not really. Suffice it to say, the hardest bit was not grabbing him into a fierce hug. He was my little prince, and now he's a real one in every way that matters, lacking the title. He a dear sweet man, who has a jumble of a mess to work out. Let me ask you something?" She said, quickly.

"What?"

"Are you going to take him up on the offer, and the requirements about the trial?"

"Absolutely. I have to be there, to help any way that I can. I can't let him be alone, with me," She said, getting that far away look in her eye again. "Even if he has you and doesn't want me the way that I want him anymore."

"I didn't say that he didn't, but then that's Harry's decision not mine. I tell you what, though, if it wasn't for Harry, I'd snatch you up in a minute." Tonks said, planting a few friendly, and innocent kiss on Hermione's cheek. "Look call your mum and dad, tell them you're going with me to see Harry, and that you'll explain everything later." This being said, made Hermione a little nervous.

"OK. I'll do it."

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ginevra Weasley Cell

Jonathan Spinnet sat in a conjured chair, looking down at the writhing form of Ginny Weasley. He had made earlier promises not to touch the young girl because of her age. With the insistence of his master to break the girl and do it quickly, he found a way around it.

Rowena Weasley, formerly Ronald Weasley, a girl; whom at one point was very male was his slave. She would do anything for him. The weeks had done much to change Rowena's point of view on a great many things. She loved the feel of her masters cock, as he sodomized her violently. She loved the slow agonizing pain that her master's fist caused when he buried it past his wrist in her tight little cunny. When he did both, at the same time, it drove her insane with orgasm.

Ronald Weasley was no more. The only thing left was a nymphomaniac sex slave hell bent on doing anything as long as it made her master, happy. Currently, Rowena had her fist shoved in Ginny's bum and cunny. She was alternating strokes, feeling the pressure tighten desperately, anything to push his slut out of her two holes.

Her utter embarrassment came when Jonathan stood and walked over, hovering about the two of them. His wand firmly in hand, he pressed the tip of it to Ginny Weasley's clitoris.

"Engorgio!" He screamed, and to her horror, she watched as the little love button grew and thickened. She was looking down now at eight inch long, and very thick clit. It looked almost like a penis, with the exception of the opening underneath.

"Thank you m-m-master." Rowena cried, still pistoning her fists up to mid-forearm. Rowena took the whores girl-cock deep in her mouth and started humming, a very familiar song. Obviously the words must be changed to be Queen instead of King, but the enthusiasm was there, nonetheless.

Ginny couldn't think, and that was putting it mildly. The sensations that were going on with her lower extremities were beyond comprehension. She had no means to stop this, a version of the Imperious/Polyjuice had been used on her as well. While still quite female, at the start of this, Ginny had appeared to look like a carbon copy of her mum. Her breasts, were fat and shown that she truly had nursed all seven of her children. Her virgin cunny was now quite well used after the potion had warn off after an hour, however with the final effects centering around her twat, Rowena withdrew completely.

Then, hymen intact, she began shagging her own virgin sister with both fists and loads of enthusiasm. Ginny now clamped down so hard onto Rowena's fist that was currently buggering her that she her bones crack within its tight confines. Unfortunately for Ginny, Rowena's reaction, still having her girly cock firmly down her throat, proved most painful. Using her teeth, Rowena inadvertently bit down, nearly severing the charmed flesh in two, and causing her mouth to fill with blood.

"That's enough, Rowena. Thank you for your assistance in this matter." Jonathan said simply. Rowena, quickly extracted both of her hands from his sister, Wincing on his right hand, as the wrist was clearly broken. She crawled, whimpering until she was in front of him, in her standard position of servitude. Her arse, held high for inspection, while her face lay flat against the stone floor.

This, of course brought a smile to Jonathan's face. Looking down at Rowena's bum, he admired the work that he had done. The repeated buggering while utilizing the Engorgio charm, had loosened up her rear quite nicely until the back was just a loose as her cunny, which didn't go Engorgio free either. She was effectively ruined for any other man, too, his willing slave and accomplice.

Looking down at Ginny Weasley, her anus was enflamed and a great deal of the internal muscle extended outward. Her cunny, too, appeared to look as if she had just given birth with the exception of the enlarged clitoris; which by the way he decided that she would keep this modification. He quickly healed the bite marks until there was just the faintest of scars. Her entire mound was covered in blood and gore, and her eyes had finally betrayed her.

Ginny Weasley was showing the very first signs of breaking. This was a good sign after just her first physical test. She would prove his lord a willing accomplice to many great and terrible things.

"Get up, Ginerva Weasley, by any means necessary and assume the position next to your former brother." Jonathan said in a cold and dead voice, turning around and reaching for something that Ginny couldn't make out. She placed her arse as high as she possibly could, and placed her face, sideways against the cold stone floor, locking eyes with her brother, Rowena. Rowena had a look of utter bliss on her face now.

They her the foot fall, come from behind them and around to the front. A ball-gag was placed in Ginny's mouth, and quickly she looked up to watch just Jonathan's feet disappear back behind her.

"Are you ready for your initiation, Ms. Weasley?" He asked. Ginny felt something cold, like leather, with raised pointly nubs caress her exposed engorged sphincter. It left her for a brief moment, and suddenly with a forceful breeze, apparently from the force of his swing her entire world revolved around the immense and unbearable pain. She promptly passes out. WHACK!

What she doesn't expect is the quick enervation , being pulled back into position and then placed in a Petrificus Totalis.

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Her world had just grayed out. She had no longer any concept of what life would be like, and prayed silently that he would get carried away and kill her. She couldn't move. No matter what she was frozen, in total pain and the one thing that was visible, was the sight of her brother, now Rowena, obviously masturbating next to her. She watched Rowena's familiar eyes roll back in her head and the face shuddering before her.

"Finite" Jonathan said, finally. Taking a very familiar clipboard, with parchment and quill in hand, he sat back in his conjured seat. "Ms. Weasley, I'm so glad that we were able to share this time together, and I look forward to many, MANY, more occasions with you, but we must be consummate professionals, in this line of work. I need your thoughts, and remember, I'm writing this down, for posterity. Please when answering my questions, try to be truthful. How do you feel?" He asked now, sickeningly sweet, reminiscent of one Deloris Umbridge. Her response was to sob weakly into the stone floor.

"Interesting. Indeed."