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The Heritage - Chapter 55
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"May I introduce you to Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Black-Bones-Zabini-Evans-Malfoy," the Queen pronounced loud and clearly.

Vernon had lost the treat of the announcement right after the name Potter and he looked up in surprise.

"Potter?" he yelled. "You mean that freak?" and Vernon started to laugh. "Yeah, right!"

Petunia turned her head to him. "It is really him, Vernon. He is standing there," she said and pointed to a man in black clothing, surrounded by several girls. The man wore glasses and had black hair, and his eyes were a bright green and ...

"OH SHIT, POTTER!" Vernon shrieked and became instantly purple in the face. "NOW YOU WENT TOO FAR, BOY. NOW I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Harry smirked.
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Vernon Dursley walked robustly towards Harry and he had every intention to kill that ruddy freaking misfit of a unnatural piece of freak's pig-shit. He was near the boy ... only two meters to go and he could lay his hands around his little chicken neck and squeeze the life out of the freak. This situation has already taken much too much of his valuable time, and the only thing that Vernon always wanted was that he was to be left alone.

And what happened? Those freaks of Petunia's family had to interfere with him and his family life, and then those freaks dumped another freak in his house and forced him to accept that freak close to his Dudley.

Thinking about Dudley and his sex change made him lose his temper and he roared and jumped towards the black-haired freak. But then things started to get strange. He felt a huge jerk on his shoulders and he was thrown back at least twenty meters from the freak. Vernon jumped on his feet with some effort of his heavy body and charged at the boy again, but this time with more effort and roaring like a rhino. Vernon was again thrown back, and with a purple face he picked himself up from the floor and charged again.

This time it was different, he did not feel a jerk, but he felt ... different. It felt like he shrank? He wanted to get that freak to pay, and he opened his mouth to curse him to hell.

"Iaahhhhhhh Iaahhhhhhh IIIIIIIIIIIiiiahhhhhhh," came out of his mouth. What the hell was that?

"Iaahhhhhhh" he said shaken, and the first thing he noticed was that everyone in the hall was laughing at him.

Why was everyone laughing at him? Vernon felt that he started to sweat. What the hell was going on here? He wanted to run to that freak and hit his unnaturalness out of that body created by the devil, and he walked towards the freak, only he fell flat on his all fours.

Suddenly he became aware of his body ... or better lack of it, because he saw four animal legs ... what the hell ...

"You have been changed into a donkey, Uncle Vernon," said Harry with a laugh. "Because you act like one!"

"Iaahhhhhhh IIIAAAA", the donkey snarled.

Harry pointed his wand to the donkey and whispered a silencing charm. The donkey did not seem to appreciate this, because his mouth was open to complain, but thank Merlin no sound was coming out.

Aunt Petunia was looking baffled at the scene with both hands before her mouth and with wide eyes staring at her husband.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry said. "You, Uncle Vernon and your son have tortured me for more then ten years, and I've never had the change to avenge myself because of that abuse. I understand that it is now not possible to let the authorities handle this abuse, because you both would not be punished enough for what I have in mind. My wives and fiancées had different plans to deal with you, and until now I've let them be creative, but I think this need to be changed ... it is enough and I want to handle the punishment my self."

Petunia was listening at Harry and smirked. "And what are you going to do, boy?" she shrieked.

"I am an extremely rich man, Aunt Petunia. If we were a normal family, you would now be rich too."

"You are joking. There is not one penny in your name, and we know it, because we are your guardians," she said with a smirk.

"And what is this castle then?" replied Harry. "And my titles? No Aunt, I am so rich that I believe I am the richest wizard and Muggle in the world."

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry and was not sure if she should cry or laugh. It could be that the boy was right, and if he was rich, she only needed to cash it, and take every penny from the freak. He did not deserve the money, that worthless freak of a bastard of her sister.

"Your Majesty?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Harry, and it is grandma for you, remember?" said the Queen in a warm voice.

Aunt Petunia looked strangely and confusingly at the Queen. "Grandma?" she asked perplexed.

"Yes, dear, I believe that makes us in a way also family," the Queen said. "Your nephew is going to marry my granddaughter, and that means that he falls under my protection, Mrs. Dursley. If I was you, I would cool down and go home, because anything could happen with you or your little family."

This was something what Petunia did not understand, she felt very confused now. How was it possible that the freak was related to the Queen? What did she say ... right ... marrying the granddaughter of the Queen?

What bullshit was this? She did not believe a thing of this story. She was sure that the freak was using her magic to make her believe this nonsense. She would show the boy what it means to have her, Aunt Petunia against him.

She opened her moth and prepared to scream and curse ...

Suddenly Su stepped forward and held up her hand. She took her wand and Petunia took a step back. She was afraid that the girl would curse her or something like that.

"Halt," said Su calmly. "I have a better solution and that might bring us all the calm we need, and then we can continue with our lives for once and for ever," she said with a smile.

Harry looked confused at Su, while Petunia was looking warily. She did not trust this, she realized now that they had walked into a trap. That they had been lured here to the castle and they were in fact prisoners of the freak and his freaky friends.

Su pointed her wand to the donkey that was still trying to make a lot of noise, except that nobody could hear it because of the silencing charm. She murmured something and the donkey were reverted to a cursing Vernon again.

Su held up her hand and looked pointedly at Vernon.

"What do you want," he barked.

"Justice," answered Su calmly, and turned to Harry.

"Will you allow me as your oldest wife to take control and solve this whole thing here?" she asked.

Harry was not happy with the way things were, and he had no idea how to resolve it. When he looked at his Aunt, she was already preparing herself for a rant and he thought about these stupid people who were busy digging their own grave. Maybe Su could find a solution perfect for all. So he nodded at Su.

Su smiled happily and turned to Vernon and Petunia.

"I have a solution," she said.

"Oh yeah," drawled Vernon with a sneer on his face. "Be quick, otherwise I will smash you against the wall like the freak you are!"

Su looked calmly at Vernon and she heard the people gasping. She heard Harry moving restlessly and she knew that she needed to be quick; otherwise everything would explode in her face.

"I propose that we fight for it," Su said to Vernon. "I won't use magic, it is a fight against me and you. If you win, you can leave the castle, if I win, you will be my slave," she said, looking Vernon straight in the eyes.

Vernon did not believe what this snot of a girl had said to him.

"You want to fight me?" he repeated unbelievingly.

"Yes, I do," she said.

"And what happens if I win?" he said.

"Then you can go," Su answered.

"I want you with me when I go, and I can do with you what I want," he smirked. "Otherwise we have no deal."

Everyone winced again, and Hermione was already standing to protest. Su held up her hand to quiet everyone, and she continued with a feral smile on her face.

"Alright, but if you lose, I have you, your wife and son as my personal slaves," answered Su.

Vernon snorted at the little girl. "But no magic, and you keep your little stick out of the fight," he said.

Su nodded.

"When?" asked Vernon.

"Now is the best time and place," she said.

"So, if I am correct, we fight each other unarmed, and no magic, and nobody may help you," Vernon said with a smirk. "If I win, you are mine, like my personal sex slave, and I can go home with my wife and son," he said satisfied. "I can live with that."

"Well, it is not your son anymore, but your daughter," Su smirked, and the face of Vernon darkened.

"Turn him back," demanded Vernon.

"I can't, because your wife ate his willy and now he is castrated. The Elves did what they could to help him, so the only way for Dudley to continue living like normal is that he continues his life as a girl, instead of a Eunuch," said Su with a big smile on her face, and Vernon's expression became darker and darker.

"Maybe you can rename her from Dudley into something like Violet, Doreen or Deloris, I think I like those names, good English names as well," she smirked.

"You are trying to rile me up, you little shit," sneered Vernon. "Wait until you are mine, then I will teach you not to speak like that ... ever. I will rip your tongue out and then you will satisfy me from that moment until the end of your miserable life," he snarled.

Su laughed. "We will see," she said. "Do we have a deal?" she asked calmly.

Vernon looked at Su with hate in his eyes. "Yes we do," he said. Suddenly bluish light appeared surrounding Vernon and Su, and faded rapidly.

"What is that?" shrieked Vernon.

"That is the sign that we have made a contract together, if one of us breaks it, he or she gets punished."

Vernon looked confused at Su, then pulled himself together and prepared himself for the fight. More of that show and theater lights, and they really think that he was impressed with their theatre tricks, and he grunted.

"All that focus spocus, all of that is bullshit," he yelled.

Su gave her wand to the astonished Harry, who automatically accepted it before he could say or do anything else, and walked towards Vernon, who immediately charged Su.

Su jumped out of the way and Vernon rushed passed her until he realized that the little girl was disappeared.

"No magic," he roared, and he looked franticly for the girl, who was standing behind him. "I am here, little Vernon."

Before Vernon could react, Su kicked him straight on his fat belly, and Vernon grunted, but he did not seem to be in much pain. The man swung his fists again towards the smaller girl, but she ducked easily. Then the man did something unexpected, he kicked suddenly. The foot of Vernon almost hit her, but Su counteracted fast ... she hit his kneecap with all her power and Vernon grunted again ... he almost lost his balance.

Vernon jumped backwards, and that was a change of Su. She gave a roundhouse kick ... swinging her leg around with the foot and hit Vernon on his chest, and the man stumbled backward. Su was still in motion and followed her roundhouse kick with a low kick with her same foot and hit Vernon on his thigh and Vernon screamed this time in surprise.

Vernon roared again, and he charged again forward towards Su, who simply stepped aside, but this time she was surprised by a cunning Vernon. He knew that she would step aside, that was also her only way of defense, running away, but this time he would grab her and squeeze the life out of her.

Su was grabbed by Vernon's large hand ... he had her by the neck and for a moment Su did not know how to get out of this without breaking her neck. The brute is strong, and she hacked with both hands on his lower arm, where several nerve points were, which would give the brute some pain.

Vernon grunted, but did not release her. He grinned and with his other hand he grabbed her shirt on the foreside and pulled. The material of the shirt tore and showed Su's breasts for everyone to see, including Vernon, whose face was lighted by the site of such wonderful young and firm breasts.

Su was wrestling against the power of his fist around her neck, and black spots started to appear in front of her eyes.

Harry and the others tensed and were ready to interfere, but Hermione held out her hands.

"In Merlin's name, don't move!" she exclaimed. "If one of us interferes with the fight, then Su will be killed as well as the one who interferes. It is a magical contract ... death is the only punishment for those ..."

Vernon was in frenzy now, and he tore her trousers from her body, which left her only in tiny white lacy knickers on, and he grinned as he tore that from her body as well. His eyes went wide in delight at what he saw and he was pulling on his trousers with one hand, while holding Su with the other. Su was trying to kick Vernon, but the kicks didn't have much effect on the big man, because he was only focused on Su's pussy. He wanted to fuck the girl here and by now, he had forgotten everyone in the hall.

Su tried with all her power to hit the man, but to no avail. She knew that she had run out of options now, and the only thing that was open to her was killing the bastard. She axed, side kicked, stroked and kicked him with her foot, but all to no avail. The power behind her kicks and strokes became less and less powerful, as she felt her life stream away from her.

He smashed Su on the floor, he managed to unbutton his trousers and his large cock was ready to penetrate her. Su lay with her back on the floor under the whale of the man with his cock ready, but she had her legs tightly closed. Vernon wrestled one foot between her legs and forced her legs open, and suddenly Su saw her only chance.

She brought her knee up against his legs and hit him straight in his balls and Vernon froze ... his face showed his shock and surprise, his mouth open to gasp for air and he released his hold on Su. Su jumped on her feet, moved flashing fast behind the bull of a man and kicked with all her power again between his legs ... this time she aimed for his balls and the man went down on the floor and curled up.

Su was breathing heavily and was trying to recover her breath. That was very close, and she was almost done for.

Petunia was looking horrorstricken at the fight and saw what happened to Vernon, he was being brutally kicked by the freak, and Petunia felt sure that she had used her magic. She could not help her self and she launched herself at the Chinese girl. She would teach that bitch to fight!

She heard people screaming in the background, but she did not pay them any attention, she was focused on the little bitch, one of those little freaks like her cursed nephew is. She will teach them something.

She thrusted her body forwards and grabbed the little freaking bitch by her hair and pulled her away from her sweet Vernon; she used her other hand to scratch the bitch in her face with her fingernails ... she could see blood suddenly appear on the face of the bitch, when suddenly she heard a sonic boom and a flash of light ... everything went blank.

Harry saw what was happening, and he was powerless to interfere, because he was afraid that the magic would punish him as well when he tried to stop his Aunt. He saw her lunging for Su and she managed use her fingernails to draw blood, and before Su could counteract, the air smelt electrifying and he saw Petunia burst into flames, as did Vernon. The flames died down immediately and all that was left were two burned bodies on the floor ... not moving. It was obvious to him that both Vernon and Petunia were dead ... nothing was recognizable; both bodies were chalk black ... not one spot on their bodies was recognizable as flesh or cloths ... everything was gone.

Su was kneeling on the floor with her head between the legs. She seemed to be okay, but obvious shaken. Everyone in the hall was shocked into silence.

Harry walked immediately to Su and swept her in his arms.

"That was the stupidest thing to do," he whispered in her ear. "And you will never do this again before consulting with me, and I can tell you that my answer will always be 'no'. I don't want you fighting my fights, Su and you almost gave me a heart attack with that foolishness."

"I would die for you, Harry. And I would gladly die for you trying to kill that bully," she whispered back.

"Even though you know so much about unarmed fighting, that does not mean that you can fight a brute like him so easily. That man was at least three times your weight, and as you have noticed, when he got you, you were done for, "whispered Harry back dryly.

Su nodded tiredly. "Yes, that was close," she said.

Harry felt someone patting him on his shoulder ... it was Thea and behind Thea stood Hermione.

"Let us take Su, Harry and we will take care of her. I think she might use a long soaking bath and we will see each other tonight. You have some business to complete here," said Thea, while she grabbed the shoulders of Su and led her out of the large hall.

Harry looked longingly at the girls, and he turned to the Queen.

"Do we have problems with what happened, grandma?" asked Harry.

The Queen did not look happy, but she shook her head slowly. That was one brute of a man, Harry," she said sadly. "Was that man that violent when you were small?"

"Yes, he was, grandma. During that time I thought it was normal for a father or head of the family to punish the children in that way. When I discovered that only I was punished like that, it was at first confusing, later I became bitter against people who claimed to be my elders," Harry said indignantly.

"I understand," the Queen said, and she looked to the two burned bodies. She turned to her husband, Prince Philip and gave him a smile. "I do believe that you can take those bodies and take care so that it looks like an accident," the Queen said with an even voice. "I want that Dudley will be sent home as he is and let him handle the aftermath himself. I am very sure that the boy will cope with his new situation and learn to live as a girl."

Prince Philip smiled delightfully. "Of course, my dear, consider it already done," he said.

The Queen nodded shortly and turned to Harry.

"Harry, maybe we shall move to a more pleasant environment where we can talk about something more pleasant," she said.

Harry nodded relieved. "Yes, grandmother," he said.

"Zara too," the Queen said as an afterthought.

Zara raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

"The slaves too," added the Queen, while she walked with her son into the main corridor to walk to Harry's foyer. There was a small smile on her face as she walked towards the foyer.

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"What happened with your snakes, Harry?" asked Prince Charles, while they were following the Queen to their foyer near Harry's bedroom.

"Oh, they are creeping around somewhere in the castle, Your Highness," answered Harry with a smile. "I seemed that Su or Hermione managed to kidnap Nagini and dump her in the bathtub while Dudley was having a bath. That's an amazing accomplishment," he said smiling thoughtfully.

"You mean that those snakes are free?" asked Charles.

"Yes, they are free and traveling through the castle," answered Harry.

The Prince looked at Harry strangely. "By the way, you may call me by my given name, because we have become family and as you call my mother grandma already, so it is more normal if you call me Charles," the Prince said with a careful smile on his face.

"Alright, but only if you call me Harry," Harry said.

Charles looked relieved. "That is not a problem, Harry," he said happily. "I believe that your grandma has a proposition," he said. "The real reason behind the proposition is really simple. She likes weddings, she could be watching one wedding after the other the whole day, and I suspect that she is looking forward to the weddings between you and your wives."

Harry looked mystified at Charles, who held up his hands. "Don't look at me like that, Harry. It is a woman thing."

Harry looked over his shoulder where all his girls were following them, and back at Charles. "You might be right," he whispered with a large smile on his face.

"Do you love one of them?" asked Charles.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"I mean when you are going to marry ... normally ... you love the woman in question. "But what about you?"

"We have different situation here," said Harry thoughtfully. "I don't think I love one of the girls in that way, but I feel that I am reasonably close to most of the girls. Some of the girls I do not know so well, like Rolanda Hooch and Romilda Vane, but others I know much better like Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley."

"Do you love Hermione more then let's say Rolanda?" asked Charles again.

"No, I don't love Hermione in that way. She is my best friend, but not more than that," replied Harry immediately.

Charles looked stunned. "But how can you marry her then?"

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" said Harry.

"Oh right, I forgot. The magical world is so strange for me," Charles said thoughtfully.

"Do you have an alpha wife?" asked Charles, looking at Harry while he was walking next to him.

Harry was quiet for some moments, and he nodded. "According the harem in the wizard world, an alpha wife is the first one who gives birth to a boy. "

"Do you plan to have eunuchs and concubine and favorites?" asked Charles curious.

"I have not the faintest idea, Charles," whispered Harry. "I think that the girls will sort the things out themselves. Knowing Hermione and Pansy, they will manage that organization. One thing I know is that the girls are going to work and do things they like, and that I want to support. I don't think that the girls are going to sit in a room full of girls and wait until the heavens come down. We live in modern times, Charles, and I think that they all will have jobs and things to do."

"Modern times, he?" said Charles cheekily.

They reached the foyer and Charles went to his mother still laughing.

The Queen sat down on one of the easy chairs and relaxed visibly, and she waved Harry over.

"Maybe it is a good idea to sit together, because I have an idea," she said with a large smile on her face. She seemed to be very happy and anticipating something and everyone was curious to hear what the Queen had to say.

"As you know, you have many girls here, some of them are fiancées, others are slaves," began the Queen.

"You want to marry the slaves, so that they become free and whole again. I like that initiative of yours, Harry. I am sure that many of the fiancées have their own ideas about how their wedding would be held, but the slaves have a problem, because their families will not attend their wedding. But I have an grand idea to do something about that," she said anxiously, looking at Harry.

Harry frowned, but did not say anything.

"Why don't I invite their parents to my castle and you can marry your girls there?" she proposed.

Harry was looking thoughtfully, but he heard the girls behind him gasping. He turned to the girls and looked at their delighted faces and he sighed.

"Grandma, I really don't like that anyone is meddling in my affairs," began Harry and the Queen flinched.

"But I understand what you are saying, and my girls seem to be delighted. I think it is an excellent idea," he said.

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Ron with no name was walking over the platform of the train station in London. He was on his way to Austria and he learned from the traveling agent that he needed to go either by train or airplane. Because Ron did not know what an airplane was, he chose the train.

It was very busy on the platform and the Muggles were everywhere. Ron started to become nervous, because he had never seen so many Muggles in his life at the same time. He walked over the platform in search of his train, but the train was still not there. He didn't understand, because the Hogwarts Express was always there when they arrived at their platform. He was one hour too early, he knew that, but why didn't the Muggles let the train wait for people like him?

Those Muggles were totally crazy, how could they manage to travel when everything must be arranged at the last moment. And they did those things without magic, how could a human live like that, he wondered.

It was now the tenth of August. Twelve days ago every looked to work out fine, but then the shit started with Potter, and that bastard became even more rich then he already was. Now he had collected a harem with girls and he had stolen his Hermione away.

Oh Hermione, he thought. If I could get you alone only for one moment, then I would make you mine. Ron sighed.

Suddenly he felt a push against his back and Ron looked up irritated. His wand was already half out of his wand holster and he looked very irritated.

"Excuse me, young man. I did not mean to bump into you," said the older man.

Ron nodded and looked irritated at the man. "Next time look where you walk," he grunted.

The older man was looking strangely at Ron.

"What?" yelled Ron, even more irritated then he already was.

"I think I know you," said the older man.

"Oh yeah?" yelled Ron. "From where?"

"You are Ron Weasley, aren't you not?" asked the man calmly.

"Yes, so what?" Ron asked.

"My name is MacDonald, Jonathan MacDonald," the man said.

"Yes? So what?" said Ron ruddily.

"I am the father of Natalie, "the man said. "You raped my girl."

The eyes of Ron went wide when he realized who the man was. That was the father of little Natalie who he raped in Hogwarts. He felt a pit of fear growing in his stomach and wondered what would happen now. Is the man going to report him to the Aurors? Is he going to curse him?

Then he was wondering how the man knew that he was the rapist. And suddenly it came to Ron that the man had no idea ... there was no way the man could find out, especially after the investigation of the Headmaster himself at Hogwarts it was not known who the person was who raped little Natalie.

Ron tried to keep himself together and he addressed the man.

"Mister, I have no idea what you are talking about," said Ron, trying not to let his voice shiver in fear.

Mr. MacDonald looked intently at Ron. He had seen the surprise, the fear and the battle within the boy, and for Mr. MacDonald it was without any doubt that he found the rapist of his daughter.

"Mr. Weasley," MacDonald said calmly, pointing the wand at Ron. "I want that you come with me and we will see if you're innocent or not."

"No way," said Ron, looking around him for a way to escape this mad man of a father.

"No, Mr. Weasley, you are not going anywhere," poking his wand in Ron's chest. "I investigated every person who might remotely be able to rape my daughter," Mr. MacDonald. "I investigated all your schoolmates and the only ones I did not investigate was Harry Potter and you. I took them for a talk; I fed them some truth serum and was sure that they were indeed innocent. The only persons who did not tell me anything under that truth serum is you and Harry Potter. I have been looking for you both and now I have you. Looking at your reaction I think that I found the rapist of my daughter, what do you say?"

Ron started to panic. If only that damned train would hurry up, and he did not know what exactly to do against this old man.

"Imperio," whispered Mr. MacDonald.

Ron's eyes glazed over and his eyes carried a non-focused expression.

"Come with me," said Mr. MacDonald, and he turned and left the platform, closely followed by Ron.

The walked out of the train station and took a taxi. After thirty minutes riding in the taxi, they stopped near a large abandoned house, and stepped out. Mr. MacDonald paid the taxi driver and he entered the house together with Ron. After entering the house, he let Ron sit on the floor of the kitchen; he took his cell phone and called a number.

"I have Ron," Mr. MacDonald said in the phone.

He listened for a moment, and he nodded to his phone. "Bring the Serum and Natalie," he said and closed the cell phone, and watched Ron.

After twenty minutes several figures stepped into the room of the abandoned house and they looked at Ron.

Mr. MacDonald murmured something under his breath, and Ron came from his Imperio curse and he looked around himself confused.

"Where am I?" he asked nervously.

Mr. MacDonald gave him a cup with water and the truth serum. "Drink this," he said.

Ron hesitated for a moment and looked at the man. "What is it?"

"Water," was the answer.

Ron drank the water with one gulp, because he was very thirstily.

"Is your name Pinocchio?" asked MacDonald.

"No," the even voice of Ron answered.

"Is your name Ron Weasley?" he asked.

"Yes"

"Do you know Natalie MacDonald?"

"Yes"

"Did you rape her?"

"Yes"

MacDonald stood up, took a small flask from his pocket, poured something in Ron's cup and gave it to him.

"Drink it," he said.

Ron took the cup and drank it, and the glazed expression of his eyes disappeared immediately and he became himself again.

"What did you do to me?" he said anxiously.

"I gave you a truth serum which forces you to tell the truth in yes or no answers. You just admitted to having raped my daughter," MacDonald answered, and suddenly he grinned.

"That means you are going to suffer greatly, not by me, but by the women," he said. "If they leave something for me, I will finish you off," he said.

Ron jumped from the floor as fast as he could, but he was hit by three different spells and he fell back on the floor. When he woke up, he was chained against the wall ... naked.

In front of him he saw two women, Natalie MacDonald and an older woman who almost looked like Natalie. He assumed that the older woman was Natalie's mother.

The mother glared at Ron with a serious expression on her face.

"I am going to make this quick," she said. "You raped my daughter, and before you could rape more women, I have decided to make sure you don't rape anyone else. Then I am going to punish you, and then I am going to kill you."

Ron became cold and very scared. He was not sure if Mrs. MacDonald would hurt him, it might be just a bluff to make him scared, but you can't be careful enough. He opened his mouth to plead with the woman, but nothing came out. He was silenced with a spell, he assumed.

Mrs. MacDonald took her wand out of her robes and pointed it to Ron's crotch and she smirked. Ron's eyes went wide ... oh Merlin; she is going to do it!

"What is coming is a castration spell," she said.

"Gonadecto refero"

A sickening green beam of magical energy traveled from her wand and made contact with Ron's crotch.

Ron started to scream in pain. His testicles were being squeezed slowly, his penis shrank and his public bone widened ... his eyes were almost bulging out of his sockets, but nobody could hear him.

The women were only glaring at the suffering of Ron, and neither of the girls reacted. Ron could mot imagine to have felt such pain ever before, and he could feel himself loosing his consciousness, because this was much too much to handle.

Suddenly the sharp pain from imploding testicles became less, and Ron opened his eyes. He was still in pain and his abdomen felt like it was on fire, but the piercing pain was gone. The two women were still there watching him with expressionless faces, and Ron tried to speak with them, but no sound came over his lips.

Blood was running down his face because he had bit his tongue and his lips burst from the effort of keeping himself from hitting his head against the cold wall behind him.

"You are now actually castrated, Mr. Weasley. You will never be able to produce offspring, but you might actually hurt a girl. To prevent this I will cut your arms off," Mrs. MacDonald said and watched his reaction intently.

"No," said Ron, but nobody could hear him.

Mrs. MacDonald's wand flicked and Ron's right arm was torn from his body. Blood streamed with force out of the stump of his arm and chest, but was quickly quelled. Ron was wailing in pain and a tear of fear streamed from his eyes over his cheeks, his breathing was labored.

"Now the other arm," Mrs. MacDonald calmly, and her wand flicked again. Ron's left arm was torn from his body, and Ron passed out. The blood was suppressed quickly, because they wanted Ron to live a little while longer.

Ron awoke a time later, and the first thing he realized was that he had no arms anymore. He looked around him, and noticed that there was a heavy chain around his chest holding him firmly against the wall. He looked left and right, and wanted to move his arms to release himself, but there were no arms!

Ron started to panic!

"How does it feel to be raped, Mr. Weasley?" asked the woman in front of him.

Ron looked with bleary eyes to the woman and suddenly he remembered.

"Mrs. MacDonald," he said.

She smirked and she flicked her wand. Both legs were torn with violence form his body, and Ron's body collapsed against the floor, having no arms and no legs anymore, there was no way to move for him anymore. The blood flow was immediately stopped because of the magic, and Ron was in pain again.

"And now it is the end, Mr. Weasley. Rot in hell," and Ron's head was separated from his body and the world went black for Ron Weasley.

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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave