Categories > Books > Harry Potter > The Afterlife and Times of Myrtle Potter
Chapter 16: Goings on at St. Mungo's
Author's note: Myrtle is possessing Hermione's body; Hermione is somehow in control of an essensential (commonly known as a dementor). The Hermione/Myrtle combination will simply be known as Myrtle from now on, with an occasional reference to her being in Hermione's form. The Noir/Hermione symbiot will be known simply as Hermione, or the symbiot. I hope this cuts down on the confusion.
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Harry woke early the next morning to familiar warmth surrounding his fully erect shaft. He opened his eyes to see his wife's dark caramel eyes, her beautiful face wreathed in thick, soft, kinky brown hair. She was on her hands and knees, holding herself aloft so that the only parts of them that were touching were their most intimate parts.
"Morning Luv" he smiled.
"Do you have any idea how much I love the fact that you're a morning man Mr. Potter?"
He smirked, "I'm getting an idea, Mrs. Potter, c'mere!"
Harry pulled her on top of him, her weight negligible, allowing them to make skin to skin contact with their whole bodies, well; at least the facing halves of their whole bodies, their roaming hands strove to touch the rest of each other's exposed skin.
Eight inches of 'morning wood' felt perfectly at home in her warm, wet center as they both pressed their pubic regions together going for maximum penetration. Without pulling out of his wife Harry rolled them onto their sides, leaned back and guided her supple left leg across his chest. This put Myrtle on her side with him on his knees straddling her right leg, offering another unique position - and more stimulation for them both. He increased the pace of his pistoning until he began to pound in earnest as she reached down to rub her erect clitoral nub.
She was shuddering in the throes of her most intense orgasm to date when Harry began to coat her insides with his spunk. She could actually feel his warm cum splashing her womb. He pressed as hard as he dared to shoot inside her as much as he could, then he laid down behind her, spooning her body with his, never pulling his semi-erect member out of her welcoming wetness.
"I want us to be doing this for the better part of the next century, Luv" Harry breathed into her ear.
"Perfect" she purred in response.
Eventually hydrostatic pressure made them separate; she always mewed in disappointment when he withdrew his member from her.
"You always do that" he chuckled.
"Well, I always hate it when you leave."
"I'm still here m'dear."
When they'd showered and dressed for the day they met Hermione in the small dining room.
"Please, go ahead and eat." She insisted.
"Do you want anything; a cuppa?" Harry offered.
"Oh yes, tea would be nice" she enthused. Almost immediately Meacham was at her left elbow pouring Earl Grey, placing milk and sugar within her easy reach.
"Thank you, um . . ."
"Meacham Miss and you're quite welcome."
"Wherever did you find him Harry" she asked, "he's an absolute jewel!"
"You've met him before Mione, he used to be Kreature."
She looked horrified for a moment, then dumbstruck, then vastly curious.
"You owe me a Sickle" he said to his spouse.
"You were right, first she looked shocked and angry; then curiosity got the best of her. I don't seem to have a Sickle on me" she said, patting the pockets of her smart business suit.
"I'll just have to take it out on your pretty little hide m' dear."
"That's my hide Harry, please don't abuse it." Hermione rejoined.
The Potters weren't sure if Hermione was joking or not so Harry quickly changed the subject.
"I have to see Judge Vance this morning, then I need to spend a little time at St. Mungo's with Ginny. And sometime this week we have to see Minister Scrimgeour." He sighed, "all in all a full week and it's only Monday!"
Hermione suggested it might be better to see Ginny first. She couldn't put her finger on it, but when she and Noir had passed by the criminal ward there seemed to be something wrong about the place.
They finished breakfast and Hermione opted to stay behind, it might be difficult to explain two Hermione's strolling down the Ministry's halls. Mrs. Potter would be going with Harry this trip.
On the way out Meacham handed Harry a small bag and explained, "four measures of floo powder, a two way mirror" (Meacham or Hermione and Noir would have the other), "and two small crystal vials for storing memories if needed."
They decided to floo to St. Mungo's first. Upon arriving in the lobby Harry joined the queue for the help desk, the same witch who always seemed to be there asked "may I help you?"
"I need to see the Kissed patients in the Long Term Care Ward please."
"The Kissed have a ward of their own now, sir. There were just too many to care for in LTC" she said, not unkindly.
"Where would that be?"
"On the same floor as the Criminal Ward, sir" seeing the look of horror on Harry's face she quickly added, "not in with the criminals, sir, it's just a secure floor with lots of room."
Harry and Myrtle practically raced to the elevator.
"I've got a very bad feeling about this" Harry said as he punched the button for CW, 'Criminal Ward.'
The elevator opened up in front of a desk, behind which sat a portly looking orderly with a stitched name badge that read 'Krofcheck.' He didn't even look up at them as he said "check your wands."
"Not going to happen" Harry said shortly.
"Ere' now, jus' who d' you think you are; the bloody Man Who Triumphed?"
Harry leaned over the desk and said simply, "yes."
The fat orderly looked closely and gulped.
"And this is Mrs. the Bloody Man Who Triumphed," Harry continued "and as we are both fully trained aurors I expect we'll be keeping our wands."
"Oh, sure, sure, no offense meant!" the man groveled, "an' who do you wish t' see?"
"Ginevra Weasley and some of her charges."
"Roit through ere gov" the man's waddle reminded Harry of his cousin Dudley.
Harry didn't have to tell Myrtle to keep an eye on the fat orderly, there was just something not quite right about him.
Krofcheck rapped on the door twice, then three times, and then turned the key. As the door opened inward Harry placed a small steel ball in the lock socket of the door.
"I'll be at me desk sur, workin' on me reports" the orderly said importantly, "jus' knock three times, then twice an' I'll be back in a tic."
"Thanks" Harry said, then wandlessly knocked over a tray, which made a noisy clatter on the tile floor, he caught his bond-mate's eye who nodded in understanding and disillusioned herself.
Krofcheck had to open the door wide to allow for his girth and Myrtle followed him stealthily down the hallway, keeping to the shadows.
"Ironic" she thought to herself, "Hermione would be a natural at this."
The orderly waddled quickly to his desk and pulled out a small two-way mirror.
"Yeah, it's me" the orderly said into the mirror, he was starting to sweat, "I got two aurors here, with wands, askin' questions!"
The reply was tinny but Hermione/Myrtle could swear she'd heard the voice before, could have been any one of thousands of voices she'd heard over the years.
"Firs' thing, do NOT panic. They's locked in the ward right?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Jus' nudge a couple of the dolls to hit the aurors while their backs is turned, they can't watch all of em' now can they?"
"Well no, but. . ."
"No buts Krofcheck, if anyone finds out about us the aurors'll be the last thing you'll ever have t' worry 'bout!"
Just then the elevator door opened and two men walked in, "I'm Smith, this is Jones. We're here for our morning appointment" the one calling himself Smith said importantly.
"Ah, yes, Messer's Smith and Jones, right here and early too, ah, there's just a bit of a hold-up at the moment gentlemen, if you could just come back in oh, 'alf and hour or so, I'll make sure the wait is worth the bother. . ."
The one calling himself Jones leaned over the desk and grabbed Krofcheck by the shirt front and snarled, "what gives, I told me mate here that we'd have quality time with the blonde this time in the 'Honeymoon Suite' and we've already paid, now what's this shite you're tryin' t' hand us?"
"Keep it down" the now profusely sweaty orderly pleaded "fact is we got us a surprise inspection, two aurors is in there right now and we have t' makes it all normal-lookin'!"
"Two aurors y' say?" 'Smith' mused "we kin take out two aurors, then make it look like the dolls done it, whot' do y' say Barn-, um, I mean, Jonesy?"
"Yeah, we take out the aurors an' we get six months, gratis!" 'Jones' said enthusiastically.
"You know Whitey'll go for it!" Smith rejoined.
"Hey" Krofcheck carped, "I can't make deals here, I just watch the desk."
"Yeah, an' sample the wares when no one else's around, we know" Jones accused.
The fat orderly shrugged, "I gots needs, same as any man!"
Myrtle had heard enough, and fired three spells in rapid succession.
"Stupefy!"
"Stupefy!"
"Expeliarmus!"
Smith and Jones dropped where they stood, Krofcheck flew into the wall with such force he may as well have been stupefied.
She searched the three unconscious men, finding vials of wicked looking potions, knives, nasty looking brass knuckles. Each man also had a spare wand in an ankle holster. She made a tidy little bundle of the confiscated items then stupefied the men yet again for good measure.
She ran down the corridor to find her husband holding a sobbing Ginevra Weasley in his arms.
"Should I be jealous?" Myrtle smirked.
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Harry watched the fat orderly waddle out the door and called for Ginny.
"Harry? Is it really you Harry?"
She came out from behind a privacy screen, Harry noticed she hadn't charmed her copper hair to grow back; it was still very short, like a buzz cut. She was holding what appeared to be a metal table leg, somewhat like a club.
"Tell me something only Harry would know!" she said, and menaced him with her improvised weapon.
"Um, the first time I used floo powder I was at the Burrow, and I mispronounced 'Diagon Alley,' wound up in Borgin and Burkes!"
She dropped the table leg with a clang and ran to his arms.
"What's going on here Ginny?" he asked.
"Oh Harry, this place, this place is Hell!" she cried.
"No one tries to help the Kissed, no healers ever come here, just a few orderlies and they abuse the patients." She stepped back, holding him at arms length so she could look him in the eye and said "Harry, they rape the kissed, they've got some kind of brothel set up here, men come day in and day out, all hours of the day and the girls who've been kissed, oh Harry, what these animals do to the girls."
She began to cry, "I tried to fight it, but someone had me imperioused until just today, I finally broke it, and I was ready to kill the next man who came through that door!" She said with absolute conviction.
"Oh Harry, I could have killed you!" she sobbed and he pulled her into a tight embrace, "It's all right Ginny, it's alright, we're gonna' make this right, I promise."
"Should I be jealous?" an amused voice came from the open door.
"Her-Hermione?" Ginny asked "I thought you'd been killed!" and she pulled the bushy haired girl into a three way embrace with Harry.
"Not exactly, um, it's a long story; do you know what's going on here?"
Harry and Ginny nodded.
"Ginny here has been under an imperious curse since she got here, she was just able to shake it off this morning, someone's running a brothel right under the noses of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement here."
"We've got to call in the rest of the aurors here Harry," Myrtle suggested "I've already disabled the elevator, and I've got three prisoners just waiting to taste some veritaserum."
Harry thought for just a moment, "We need to contact Kingsley." He pulled his two-way mirror from his jacket pocket and called "Number Twelve!"
"Hermione here, what is it Harry?"
Ginny looked shocked, if Hermione was there, who is /this/?
"I need you to floo Auror HQ, we need a team in the Kissed ward at St. Mungo's right away, it has to be covert; no one can suspect what we know about this place!"
"Noir tried to tell me there were some dark magics involved there; I've learned to trust her on things like that."
"I need you to call right away, 'Mione."
"I'm already at the fireplace, tell me what's going on and I'll relay to, Oh, hello Kingsley!"
It took a few minutes to explain the situation to Shacklebolt, who had a team in his office before the conversation was over.
"We'll be there in five minutes" Kingsley said, and then signed off.
"Where are the girls?" Harry asked.
"Through these double doors, I couldn't go through them, the imperious prevented me."
They went in and found what looked like a hotel lobby leading to half a dozen rooms. An extravagant, gilded sign read 'Honeymoon Suite,' Harry and the girls entered.
There on a king-sized heart-shaped bed with red satin covers languished two girls, Lavender Brown and Lori Baxter, the Hufflepuff prefect that had stood beside her on the wall when they had been Kissed. They wore simple red transparent gowns and nothing else. Both girls were basically staring around the room, not reacting to anything.
"Lavender, Lori? Its Ginny dears, remember Ginny?"
Both girls stopped the aimless staring and focused on Ginny, Lori asked "Gin-nee?"
"Yes my love, its Ginny, come here now, come, come" both girls followed Ginevra out of the room where their gowns were transfigured into something that would protect their modesty, if they'd had any modesty to protect."
The trio gathered eight more girls and two young boys from the remaining rooms and went back to the ward.
A deep bass voice called from the open doorway, "I guess the gift-wrapped perps in the hallway are an early Christmas present Harry?"
"Courtesy of the Missus, Boss, she took em' on, not me!"
"Missus? Why wasn't I invited to the wedding?"
"You are, it hasn't happened yet, we're just, y'know, bonded."
"Well congratulations you two, now let's get to work, I see a queue forming up in the lobby downstairs, I think the holding cells at the ministry are going to be full for the next several days."
What followed was a classic sting operation. One auror, polyjuiced to become Krofcheck, would send the 'clients' in and as they entered the 'suites' they were arrested, veritaserum was administered and they were adjudicated on the spot. Those who were first timers just out for a 'good time' were given suspended sentences but their names were published in the 'Crimes against the Wizarding Community' column in the Prophet. Those that had been regulars were sentenced to Azkaban for as little as six months or as much as two years. 'Smith' and 'Jones' had been watching too many muggle cop shows; they wanted to do a deal. Taylor and Barnaby, their real names, were small time crooks with delusions of grandeur; they did know a few names of the powerful and influential but in the end their veritaserum confessions landed them the longest sentences twenty years with no possibility of parole.
Someone fairly high up in the hierarchy of the DMLE was obviously involved, but who? No one had a name, or even a description, just a contact name, "Whitey."
Krofcheck had been an Auror washout, couldn't hack the physical training, when he saw the Kissed setting up in the ward next to his he volunteered to "gate keep" both wards. His official record was clean and it seemed like a good use of existing man power. He had even received a rise for his 'initiative.' Under veritaserum he confessed to keeping the book on the 'Suites.'
"Why do you call the Kissed 'dolls' Krofcheck?" Shaklebolt asked.
"Well, they's empty headed playthings, ain't they?"
It was left for Ginny to suggest Krofcheck's fate. She didn't even hesitate; she contacted Lavender's and Lori's surviving relatives, grandparents on both sides of the families, and told them what had happened to their granddaughters.
Harry didn't even flinch when the sentence was carried out in the courtyard of the Ministry of Magic. The press was invited as was the age-appropriate public. The girls and boys who had been abused were present, in as much as their dementor kissed personalities would allow. Also in attendance were the families of the victims and the aurors who had shut down the brothel. The condemned was manacled to a large square frame that stretched his arms and legs so that his naked body resembled a large doughy 'X'. Gregor Krofcheck screamed as the lash laid twenty stripes on his back, but he shrieked like a terrified little girl when the small hooked blade removed his testicles without the benefit of anesthesia. Lori looked at Harry and asked, "Goodness?"
"No," he replied gently "not goodness Lori; /justice/."
Author's note: Myrtle is possessing Hermione's body; Hermione is somehow in control of an essensential (commonly known as a dementor). The Hermione/Myrtle combination will simply be known as Myrtle from now on, with an occasional reference to her being in Hermione's form. The Noir/Hermione symbiot will be known simply as Hermione, or the symbiot. I hope this cuts down on the confusion.
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Harry woke early the next morning to familiar warmth surrounding his fully erect shaft. He opened his eyes to see his wife's dark caramel eyes, her beautiful face wreathed in thick, soft, kinky brown hair. She was on her hands and knees, holding herself aloft so that the only parts of them that were touching were their most intimate parts.
"Morning Luv" he smiled.
"Do you have any idea how much I love the fact that you're a morning man Mr. Potter?"
He smirked, "I'm getting an idea, Mrs. Potter, c'mere!"
Harry pulled her on top of him, her weight negligible, allowing them to make skin to skin contact with their whole bodies, well; at least the facing halves of their whole bodies, their roaming hands strove to touch the rest of each other's exposed skin.
Eight inches of 'morning wood' felt perfectly at home in her warm, wet center as they both pressed their pubic regions together going for maximum penetration. Without pulling out of his wife Harry rolled them onto their sides, leaned back and guided her supple left leg across his chest. This put Myrtle on her side with him on his knees straddling her right leg, offering another unique position - and more stimulation for them both. He increased the pace of his pistoning until he began to pound in earnest as she reached down to rub her erect clitoral nub.
She was shuddering in the throes of her most intense orgasm to date when Harry began to coat her insides with his spunk. She could actually feel his warm cum splashing her womb. He pressed as hard as he dared to shoot inside her as much as he could, then he laid down behind her, spooning her body with his, never pulling his semi-erect member out of her welcoming wetness.
"I want us to be doing this for the better part of the next century, Luv" Harry breathed into her ear.
"Perfect" she purred in response.
Eventually hydrostatic pressure made them separate; she always mewed in disappointment when he withdrew his member from her.
"You always do that" he chuckled.
"Well, I always hate it when you leave."
"I'm still here m'dear."
When they'd showered and dressed for the day they met Hermione in the small dining room.
"Please, go ahead and eat." She insisted.
"Do you want anything; a cuppa?" Harry offered.
"Oh yes, tea would be nice" she enthused. Almost immediately Meacham was at her left elbow pouring Earl Grey, placing milk and sugar within her easy reach.
"Thank you, um . . ."
"Meacham Miss and you're quite welcome."
"Wherever did you find him Harry" she asked, "he's an absolute jewel!"
"You've met him before Mione, he used to be Kreature."
She looked horrified for a moment, then dumbstruck, then vastly curious.
"You owe me a Sickle" he said to his spouse.
"You were right, first she looked shocked and angry; then curiosity got the best of her. I don't seem to have a Sickle on me" she said, patting the pockets of her smart business suit.
"I'll just have to take it out on your pretty little hide m' dear."
"That's my hide Harry, please don't abuse it." Hermione rejoined.
The Potters weren't sure if Hermione was joking or not so Harry quickly changed the subject.
"I have to see Judge Vance this morning, then I need to spend a little time at St. Mungo's with Ginny. And sometime this week we have to see Minister Scrimgeour." He sighed, "all in all a full week and it's only Monday!"
Hermione suggested it might be better to see Ginny first. She couldn't put her finger on it, but when she and Noir had passed by the criminal ward there seemed to be something wrong about the place.
They finished breakfast and Hermione opted to stay behind, it might be difficult to explain two Hermione's strolling down the Ministry's halls. Mrs. Potter would be going with Harry this trip.
On the way out Meacham handed Harry a small bag and explained, "four measures of floo powder, a two way mirror" (Meacham or Hermione and Noir would have the other), "and two small crystal vials for storing memories if needed."
They decided to floo to St. Mungo's first. Upon arriving in the lobby Harry joined the queue for the help desk, the same witch who always seemed to be there asked "may I help you?"
"I need to see the Kissed patients in the Long Term Care Ward please."
"The Kissed have a ward of their own now, sir. There were just too many to care for in LTC" she said, not unkindly.
"Where would that be?"
"On the same floor as the Criminal Ward, sir" seeing the look of horror on Harry's face she quickly added, "not in with the criminals, sir, it's just a secure floor with lots of room."
Harry and Myrtle practically raced to the elevator.
"I've got a very bad feeling about this" Harry said as he punched the button for CW, 'Criminal Ward.'
The elevator opened up in front of a desk, behind which sat a portly looking orderly with a stitched name badge that read 'Krofcheck.' He didn't even look up at them as he said "check your wands."
"Not going to happen" Harry said shortly.
"Ere' now, jus' who d' you think you are; the bloody Man Who Triumphed?"
Harry leaned over the desk and said simply, "yes."
The fat orderly looked closely and gulped.
"And this is Mrs. the Bloody Man Who Triumphed," Harry continued "and as we are both fully trained aurors I expect we'll be keeping our wands."
"Oh, sure, sure, no offense meant!" the man groveled, "an' who do you wish t' see?"
"Ginevra Weasley and some of her charges."
"Roit through ere gov" the man's waddle reminded Harry of his cousin Dudley.
Harry didn't have to tell Myrtle to keep an eye on the fat orderly, there was just something not quite right about him.
Krofcheck rapped on the door twice, then three times, and then turned the key. As the door opened inward Harry placed a small steel ball in the lock socket of the door.
"I'll be at me desk sur, workin' on me reports" the orderly said importantly, "jus' knock three times, then twice an' I'll be back in a tic."
"Thanks" Harry said, then wandlessly knocked over a tray, which made a noisy clatter on the tile floor, he caught his bond-mate's eye who nodded in understanding and disillusioned herself.
Krofcheck had to open the door wide to allow for his girth and Myrtle followed him stealthily down the hallway, keeping to the shadows.
"Ironic" she thought to herself, "Hermione would be a natural at this."
The orderly waddled quickly to his desk and pulled out a small two-way mirror.
"Yeah, it's me" the orderly said into the mirror, he was starting to sweat, "I got two aurors here, with wands, askin' questions!"
The reply was tinny but Hermione/Myrtle could swear she'd heard the voice before, could have been any one of thousands of voices she'd heard over the years.
"Firs' thing, do NOT panic. They's locked in the ward right?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Jus' nudge a couple of the dolls to hit the aurors while their backs is turned, they can't watch all of em' now can they?"
"Well no, but. . ."
"No buts Krofcheck, if anyone finds out about us the aurors'll be the last thing you'll ever have t' worry 'bout!"
Just then the elevator door opened and two men walked in, "I'm Smith, this is Jones. We're here for our morning appointment" the one calling himself Smith said importantly.
"Ah, yes, Messer's Smith and Jones, right here and early too, ah, there's just a bit of a hold-up at the moment gentlemen, if you could just come back in oh, 'alf and hour or so, I'll make sure the wait is worth the bother. . ."
The one calling himself Jones leaned over the desk and grabbed Krofcheck by the shirt front and snarled, "what gives, I told me mate here that we'd have quality time with the blonde this time in the 'Honeymoon Suite' and we've already paid, now what's this shite you're tryin' t' hand us?"
"Keep it down" the now profusely sweaty orderly pleaded "fact is we got us a surprise inspection, two aurors is in there right now and we have t' makes it all normal-lookin'!"
"Two aurors y' say?" 'Smith' mused "we kin take out two aurors, then make it look like the dolls done it, whot' do y' say Barn-, um, I mean, Jonesy?"
"Yeah, we take out the aurors an' we get six months, gratis!" 'Jones' said enthusiastically.
"You know Whitey'll go for it!" Smith rejoined.
"Hey" Krofcheck carped, "I can't make deals here, I just watch the desk."
"Yeah, an' sample the wares when no one else's around, we know" Jones accused.
The fat orderly shrugged, "I gots needs, same as any man!"
Myrtle had heard enough, and fired three spells in rapid succession.
"Stupefy!"
"Stupefy!"
"Expeliarmus!"
Smith and Jones dropped where they stood, Krofcheck flew into the wall with such force he may as well have been stupefied.
She searched the three unconscious men, finding vials of wicked looking potions, knives, nasty looking brass knuckles. Each man also had a spare wand in an ankle holster. She made a tidy little bundle of the confiscated items then stupefied the men yet again for good measure.
She ran down the corridor to find her husband holding a sobbing Ginevra Weasley in his arms.
"Should I be jealous?" Myrtle smirked.
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Harry watched the fat orderly waddle out the door and called for Ginny.
"Harry? Is it really you Harry?"
She came out from behind a privacy screen, Harry noticed she hadn't charmed her copper hair to grow back; it was still very short, like a buzz cut. She was holding what appeared to be a metal table leg, somewhat like a club.
"Tell me something only Harry would know!" she said, and menaced him with her improvised weapon.
"Um, the first time I used floo powder I was at the Burrow, and I mispronounced 'Diagon Alley,' wound up in Borgin and Burkes!"
She dropped the table leg with a clang and ran to his arms.
"What's going on here Ginny?" he asked.
"Oh Harry, this place, this place is Hell!" she cried.
"No one tries to help the Kissed, no healers ever come here, just a few orderlies and they abuse the patients." She stepped back, holding him at arms length so she could look him in the eye and said "Harry, they rape the kissed, they've got some kind of brothel set up here, men come day in and day out, all hours of the day and the girls who've been kissed, oh Harry, what these animals do to the girls."
She began to cry, "I tried to fight it, but someone had me imperioused until just today, I finally broke it, and I was ready to kill the next man who came through that door!" She said with absolute conviction.
"Oh Harry, I could have killed you!" she sobbed and he pulled her into a tight embrace, "It's all right Ginny, it's alright, we're gonna' make this right, I promise."
"Should I be jealous?" an amused voice came from the open door.
"Her-Hermione?" Ginny asked "I thought you'd been killed!" and she pulled the bushy haired girl into a three way embrace with Harry.
"Not exactly, um, it's a long story; do you know what's going on here?"
Harry and Ginny nodded.
"Ginny here has been under an imperious curse since she got here, she was just able to shake it off this morning, someone's running a brothel right under the noses of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement here."
"We've got to call in the rest of the aurors here Harry," Myrtle suggested "I've already disabled the elevator, and I've got three prisoners just waiting to taste some veritaserum."
Harry thought for just a moment, "We need to contact Kingsley." He pulled his two-way mirror from his jacket pocket and called "Number Twelve!"
"Hermione here, what is it Harry?"
Ginny looked shocked, if Hermione was there, who is /this/?
"I need you to floo Auror HQ, we need a team in the Kissed ward at St. Mungo's right away, it has to be covert; no one can suspect what we know about this place!"
"Noir tried to tell me there were some dark magics involved there; I've learned to trust her on things like that."
"I need you to call right away, 'Mione."
"I'm already at the fireplace, tell me what's going on and I'll relay to, Oh, hello Kingsley!"
It took a few minutes to explain the situation to Shacklebolt, who had a team in his office before the conversation was over.
"We'll be there in five minutes" Kingsley said, and then signed off.
"Where are the girls?" Harry asked.
"Through these double doors, I couldn't go through them, the imperious prevented me."
They went in and found what looked like a hotel lobby leading to half a dozen rooms. An extravagant, gilded sign read 'Honeymoon Suite,' Harry and the girls entered.
There on a king-sized heart-shaped bed with red satin covers languished two girls, Lavender Brown and Lori Baxter, the Hufflepuff prefect that had stood beside her on the wall when they had been Kissed. They wore simple red transparent gowns and nothing else. Both girls were basically staring around the room, not reacting to anything.
"Lavender, Lori? Its Ginny dears, remember Ginny?"
Both girls stopped the aimless staring and focused on Ginny, Lori asked "Gin-nee?"
"Yes my love, its Ginny, come here now, come, come" both girls followed Ginevra out of the room where their gowns were transfigured into something that would protect their modesty, if they'd had any modesty to protect."
The trio gathered eight more girls and two young boys from the remaining rooms and went back to the ward.
A deep bass voice called from the open doorway, "I guess the gift-wrapped perps in the hallway are an early Christmas present Harry?"
"Courtesy of the Missus, Boss, she took em' on, not me!"
"Missus? Why wasn't I invited to the wedding?"
"You are, it hasn't happened yet, we're just, y'know, bonded."
"Well congratulations you two, now let's get to work, I see a queue forming up in the lobby downstairs, I think the holding cells at the ministry are going to be full for the next several days."
What followed was a classic sting operation. One auror, polyjuiced to become Krofcheck, would send the 'clients' in and as they entered the 'suites' they were arrested, veritaserum was administered and they were adjudicated on the spot. Those who were first timers just out for a 'good time' were given suspended sentences but their names were published in the 'Crimes against the Wizarding Community' column in the Prophet. Those that had been regulars were sentenced to Azkaban for as little as six months or as much as two years. 'Smith' and 'Jones' had been watching too many muggle cop shows; they wanted to do a deal. Taylor and Barnaby, their real names, were small time crooks with delusions of grandeur; they did know a few names of the powerful and influential but in the end their veritaserum confessions landed them the longest sentences twenty years with no possibility of parole.
Someone fairly high up in the hierarchy of the DMLE was obviously involved, but who? No one had a name, or even a description, just a contact name, "Whitey."
Krofcheck had been an Auror washout, couldn't hack the physical training, when he saw the Kissed setting up in the ward next to his he volunteered to "gate keep" both wards. His official record was clean and it seemed like a good use of existing man power. He had even received a rise for his 'initiative.' Under veritaserum he confessed to keeping the book on the 'Suites.'
"Why do you call the Kissed 'dolls' Krofcheck?" Shaklebolt asked.
"Well, they's empty headed playthings, ain't they?"
It was left for Ginny to suggest Krofcheck's fate. She didn't even hesitate; she contacted Lavender's and Lori's surviving relatives, grandparents on both sides of the families, and told them what had happened to their granddaughters.
Harry didn't even flinch when the sentence was carried out in the courtyard of the Ministry of Magic. The press was invited as was the age-appropriate public. The girls and boys who had been abused were present, in as much as their dementor kissed personalities would allow. Also in attendance were the families of the victims and the aurors who had shut down the brothel. The condemned was manacled to a large square frame that stretched his arms and legs so that his naked body resembled a large doughy 'X'. Gregor Krofcheck screamed as the lash laid twenty stripes on his back, but he shrieked like a terrified little girl when the small hooked blade removed his testicles without the benefit of anesthesia. Lori looked at Harry and asked, "Goodness?"
"No," he replied gently "not goodness Lori; /justice/."
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