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14. Hell of cute and fuzzy bunnies.

Ottery St. Catchpole - Lovegood Residence

While Nymphadora Tonks was assisting Harry with the delivery of his parcel to one Hermione Jane Granger, Harry was now sitting in the comfortable, albeit clutter livingroom with his friend, Luna. She had a dreamy smile plastered to her face looking up at him with true admiration. This wasn't the hero worship that he had gotten from his classmates because he was to boy who lived, but more so admiring of someone who had done a truly selfless thing.

She looked at his outstretch hand, which again contained a bag full of galleons. It's purposes was to ensure that the Weasleys whom were still at the Burrow continued to eat properly. If their roles had been reversed, Luna doubted herself in being so noble as to do this for the family of her betrayers. She found him odd, and for her to think anyone odd, was saying something.

"Harry..." She started but was immediately silenced by his embrace of her.

She felt his head dip down and kiss her lightly and briefly in the nape of her neck. She then felt him she so that his head was on her shoulder. He was shuddering, and although not a sound came from his mouth, she could tell that he had tears in his eyes.

Luna did the only thing that she thought would help. She placed her hand on the back of his held, sat down, dragging him with him to sit on the couch and sat with him while he had his moment to himself. He was such a strong person, but everything that was going on she knew that it would eventually get to him.

He explained everything to her in regards to what Nymmy was doing as they met earlier. He even brought Hermione's letters with him. He was truly confused about what would happen, and the apprehension that had built up in his mind, compounded with what he had done for Neville, and what had been done to him by the Molly, Ginny and Ron was finally getting to him.

He explained that the only family that he had really truly known was at the Burrow. He really had never been shown any affection, outside of the fan girls, Hermione and Ron had been his only true friends, and to find out what he did, he knew that Ron was lost. It broke his heart that his best friend was lost to him. It broke his heart that the friendship there was always a lie.

"I'll never leave you Harry, you know this." Luna said calmly. "Look at me, please."

He lifted his head from her shoulder, however didn't release her from the hug. He took a deep calming breath and faced his friend. She carefully, wiped his eyes and cheeks and for a moment just stared into his eyes, showing him her resolve.

"What are you planning for Ronald?"

"What do you mean, Luna? He stole from me, not that I care about that, but the newspapers."

"Harry don't be a victim to the Prophet like the mindless ones who love you one moment and hate you the next. The truth will come out at the trial. I suspect that you will be there, yes?"

"Yes, of course, as will Nymmy and hopefully Hermione."

"I will be there, as well. As a noble Harry, you will be expected to come up with a formal punishment for both Ronald and Ginevra. Molly, unfortunately is lost due the use of the killing curse. I have a suggestion, if you are interested."

"Go on." Harry said, and at this point both Harry and Luna reclined, however neither relinquished hold of the other.

"Release them and let Ronald keep the money and..." She was immediately cut off.

"You can't be serious. Keep it? Luna Ronald..."

"Has been a jealous prat of you his entire life ever since hearing about your life. I have known him and his sister my entire life, Harry. I do live just down the road. Let me finish, please?"

"Sorry."

"Not a bother, Harry. As the offended you can mark them, and I would suggest a scar, much like yours as a remembrance. In addition to that, I would also like to suggest that you come up with a series of unbreakable vows, based on life and magic."

"Well, I'm a little turned off about the scars, but at the same point, they would be remembered as having done this horrid thing while living in the wizarding world. What did you have in mind for the vows?"

"Well, the first one would be simple. I will not speak ill will against Harry James Potter. The second, I would like to assume would be a little more demeaning, such as, I will never look Harry James Potter in the eye, should we be in proximity. I will never instigate conversations to or about Harry James Potter. On a role, now Harry, so let me go with it."

"Sure."

"I will never use the dark arts. I will never seek out to be a death eater. I will never ally myself with Tom Marvolo Riddle. I will never provide aid or omission to help dark wizards. I will never seek out forgiveness from Harry James Potter for the offenses that I have committed to him. Finally, I will never do anything, through intent or neglect, to cause harm, pain, or death to Harry James Potter or anyone that Harry James Potter calls ally or friend."

"And they would have to swear this, on their life and magic. That's scary brilliant, Luna."

"One more thing, Harry."

"That's not all? Man, Luna, you have an eye for revenge."

"It is not revenge, Harry, it is justice, plain and simple. The scar should be administered at the trial conclusion, and there should be a public caning of no less than twenty strokes."

"Caning? A bit brutal."

"To the bottom of their bare feet to be administered in public."

"I'm not going to be the administering it, I couldn't Luna."

"Doesn't have to be you, Harry, but it's no less than what they deserved." She said, finally squeezing his hand and putting her head on his shoulder.

"Well, just remind me never to get on your bad side. You have a vicious streak in you."

"I don't think that you have it in you to get on my bad side."

"No, Mr. Potter, you don't and I don't suspect that you will ever be on it. You don't have what it takes to put yourself there. Now, that being said, when do you plan on telling the Weasleys that you're taking care of them.

"I didn't think..."

"Harry, they're suspicious already. They know something isn't quite right with me helping as much as I have been."

"If they ask, you can tell them directly, OK, but only if they ask." Harry said, pensively, before a great big smile came to his face. "Luna, would you like to come home with me and watch a movie?"

"Movie?"

"Muggle thing, a play of sorts."

"I know what a movie is, Harry. What did you have in mind?

"Well, one of my new favorites, besides the Star Wars saga has been Monty Python and Tonks mum and dad have the lot. Come on, it'll be fun."

"Oh alright, of with you." She said, pushing him up.

The two of them walked over to the fireplace and grabbed a hand full of floo powder. Before Harry could through some in, Luna grabbed his hand. Harry turned to look at her for a moment. She had a twinkle in her eye that was almost reminiscent of Albus Dumbledore. She reached up, pulled his head down to him, before placing a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth. Then quite serenely sat there and looked at him before speaking.

"Harry, I know you may have some pressures in your life, and I just wanted to say, again, if you need me, for anything at all, please know I'm here for you. For anything, Okay?"

"Okay." He said, and this time, the acknowledgement of her commitment to him, finally brought a smile that reached his eyes.

Later that evening - Tonks Residence

Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood solidified their friendship quite thorough amidst bag upon bag of microwave popcorn. They watched Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail, and had just made it through a relative of Monty Python called Yellowbeard.

During the middle of the Grail, Andromeda and Ted walked into the house to find a most peculiar scene. Luna sat atop Harry, straddling his midsection bouncing up and down atop him. Nothing was being said, and they hadn't recognized the blonde immediately. To say that Andromeda was livid was an understatement.

Unfortunately for the two friends, it was at this point in Harry's tickle torture that Luna and Harry were completely silent. It didn't help that their backs were to the Tonks. It didn't help that Harry had so far refused to give in to Luna's carefully applied ministrations. She was, if anything, highly proficient in the art of tickle, and quite pleased with the results most of the time.

At this point, Ted was holding Andy back. He could see his wife was ready to kill. To be honest, had her sister Bellatrix been there, she would have fled from her older sister out of pure fear. What broke the silence was a sound not expected to come from Harry. He giggled. He didn't just giggle in his normal every day voice either. The giggle that came from the boy was forced and high pitched and belonged to that of a four year old girl. He was hyperventilating now.

"O-O-OK!!!!!! Bunnies aren't evil. They AREN'T EVIL!!!!! P-P-P-lease st-stop." He cried and continued.

Unfortunately for Harry, things weren't getting any better. At this even more inopportune moment, her heard a very loud crack within the room; and behind Andromeda, Nymmy and Hermione chose to apparated into the room. She was able to see the blonde atop Harry, and at the sound both of them stopped what they were doing.

"Bloody hell!" Harry and Luna said in unison.

"What the bloody hell are you doing on top of my boyfriend!!!!" Tonks screamed.

"Tickling him, because he claimed bunnies are evil." Luna said simply as if stating a known fact.

At that very moment, unfortunately for Luna's argument, the television displayed a horrific scene of a cute and fuzzy bunny leaping into the air to claim a knight's head. Since Luna had never seen the movie before, she paled instantly. She reached up covering her mouth, turning green and looked at the Tonks pleadingly.

"Upstairs. It's the second door on the right." Andromeda said sympathetically and with that the little blond Ravenclaw made a mad dash for the closest available toilet. Unfortunately, before she managed to get around the couch, she saw the bunny attach more and more people, causing her to retch. Her hand even more firmly in place, she took steps two and three at a time.

"Harry James Potter, you have some explaining to do." Nymmy said firmly, marching up to him and pointing her index finger rather firmly into his chest.

"Went to visit Luna while you away, invited her to come over for some movies while waiting for you to return, Love." He said honestly.

"Oh." Nymmy said simply and being taken completely off her tirade. She looked at him then, smiled beatifically. "Well that makes sense. Brought your friend." She said, kissing him on the cheek, while urging Hermione to step forward.

"Hi." Hermione said, simply.

In her eyes, he could tell that she was happy to see him, however there were other feelings there as well. Regret being the biggest and the one that came to the front. He didn't like to see her like this. His favorite mental image of his very best friend would be on their couch, in the common room with a blanket over her lap and Hogwarts, A history atop the blanket. He could see the sadness in her eyes too, and he decided at that exact moment that they needed to go outside and get some air.

"Hermione, would you step outside with me," Harry said quite pleasantly, reaching out his hand, which she took without a word. Looking at Tonks now, "We'll be back in a few moments."

"OK, love."

"Come on, 'Mione." He said, and Hermione understanding that Harry addressing her like this could only bring her hope.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ginevra Weasley Cell

Ginny Weasley sat in her small cell reflecting upon the recent scene that she had just witnessed. To be honest, however, most of it still disgusted her. Her cliltoris, if you could still technically call it that ached. She had spent the greater part of the past hour wanking off, watching her sister, Rowena, being ravished by Jonathan.

'He has such a lovely cock.' She thought to herself, as she spit into her hand again, reaching down and stroking her eight inches of sensitivity. Not like Michael or Dean, who were both on the rather small side. Looking down at herself, she took it in both hands, now. Stroking it with renewed lust, she got a devilish twinkle in her eye.

It wasn't like it was a real cock, she rationalized. She bent in towards her opening and start feeding her cunny. It stretched her just to the maidenhead. She closed her eyes and her thoughts drifted towards Jonathan. She imagined that he was doing this with her instead of her stupid ex-brother; now sister, Rowena. Why does she get all of the fun?

Opening her eyes, she admired Jonathan's handy-work. Rowena was hanging from Acromantula silk thread, attached to the ceiling. While, explained as is, does not begin to show the care and the devotion to his craft. Rowena was approximately four feet off of the ground. She had heavy gauged fishing hooks viciously placed through each of her ears, her nostrals, nipples, belly-button, clitoris, and labia. This were then healed immediately by Jonathan.

Once this was carefully done, Jonathan carefully stunned Rowena. He then attached a suspension harness which would support her neck, small of her back, buttocks, and legs. He then levitated Rowena carefully into the harness and attached the hooks to the same silk threads, only slight shorter, until the pierced flesh was pulled firmed. Not enough to rip or tear the skin but enough to hold her in place in case she thought about moving. Before waking his slave, he tied her hands firmly apart as well as her legs and bound then with the silk thread to apposing walls so that she couldn't cover herself.

Ginny, of course committed every single move the man did to memory and played it back in her fantasy, just now as she slowly fucked herself, literally. She came the first time that he had enervated Rowena. Her screams sent Ginny over the edge with delirium until she was a multi-orgasmic convulsing mess lying on the floor.

Ginny was now practically slamming her own clit deeper and deeper inside herself now, imagining that it was her suspended. It was her screaming writhing in pain in that harness. Anything was better than this. Anything was better than being able to look, listen but not touch. It was driving her mad.

Ginny suddenly pulled her clit free from herself. She was getting frustrated now that its size, while impressive even for a cock, was not doing anything for her now. Nothing short of Jonathan could make her climax that way. She curled her fingers around the shaft of her clit with her left hand, while balling up her right fist and slamming it without precaution deep past her wrist.

Ginny finally made herself climax remembering how Jonathan had finished with her sister. Upon his impending release, he violently pulled out of Rowena, and pushed her hard, in the harness much like you would push a small child in a swing. This caused her sister to scream such as she has never ever heard before, and actually the hook from her right nipple tore free from the flesh. This, however didn't cause her to cum, but reliving that Jonathan had quickly gotten out of her way, holding his cock at the base as Row swung by him, and catching her upon her returning back swing in time to spurt all over her face, tits and finally in her mouth.

Ginny sat in her cell, living her life vicariously through that of her new sister. Jealous of the attention that Rowena was getting, while she got none.

'That fucking bitch will pay!' Ginny thought herself bitterly, planning vengeance against Rowena.

Ottery St. Catchpole - The Burrow

"Dad, something has to be going on with Luna. Why is she doing this? Where is she getting the money to help us?" Percy asked Arthur, desperately trying to audibly work the mystery that is Luna Lovegood.

"Percy, we've been over this before. He father owns a newspaper and has been friends for years. She's just being hospitable."

"It's charity." He said, showing the downside of Gryffindor pride.

"It most certainly is, and should we find her in a similar situation, would you not do, or attempt to do the same?"

"Of course, I would..."

"Then why the ill will?"

"Dad, I'm just concerned. We've got the trial in less than a week, we're required, all of us, to be there and provide testimony, and you know that Harry and Hermione will be there, for there part."

"Let's worry about their good graces, when we come to the proper time."

"Dad," This time it was Bill.

"Yes, William, did you have something to add to the conversation."

"What are we going to do about Harry? This family has had so many life debts to him, for mum..."

"Do not SPEAK of her, do you understand me William?" Arthur said, furiously.

"Yes, dad, but it is important. Are we going to attempt to mend fences here. He was like a brother to us. Hell Hermione was like a sister, as well."

"We'll have to wait and see. He may not want to have a single thing to do with another Weasley for the rest of his life, and given what Prewett did to him, along with your younger brother and sister, we can hardly blame him if he wanted nothing more than to never lay eyes on the Burrow again, ever."

"Dad, but its..."

"...Harry that we're..."

"...Talking about."

"Fred and George, the two of you have been his friend since first year as well, and I doubt that he is going to be that easy going, as he was with the two of you before. You have to accept this. If it happens, we ask for forgiveness, but we shouldn't expect it." He finally said, resigned to the time that would come where answers would accompany, but it wasn't that time, and it wasn't today.

"Dinner's ready." Charlie piped in, muffled, from behind the kitchen door. The Weasley men, stood up and walked through and ate at the dinner table together, still a family.