The Warden of Azkaban

Featuring: Cho Chang. Miss Tears has every reason to cry now.

"Miss Chang...by your own testimony under veritaserum, this court has found you guilty to the charges of bribery, conspiracy to commit treason against the Ministry of Magic and the United Kingdom, and finally the harboring of fugitives from the law - namely the Death Eaters Micheal Corner, Roger Davies, and Adrian Pucey," Penelope Clearwater spoke, glaring down at her former housemate. "Through your actions, many innocent people -myself almost included- were tortured, raped, and murdered. That you would try and hide this guilt by aiding Harry Potter and his troops during the Battle of Hogwarts shows that, in addition to your lack of respect for honest society, your lack of respect for Cedric Diggory as well."

The dark haired Asian girl was silent, the drab brown robes covering her filthy from her time spent in the holding cells in the MoM. Her dark brown eyes shown with unshed tears, the silencing charm Auror Tonks had cast on her keeping her from expressing her sorrow.

The brown haired woman leaned forward from her bench. "Your tears for Cedric may have been real," she muttered, "But you chose what was easy, instead of what was right. You spat on the loyalty that marked Cedric as a Hufflepuff."

Kingsley Shacklebolt stood up from his seat, motioning for the judge to sit down. "Miss Chang, there is only one punishment for your actions," he said, "It was only by the request of Harry Potter, in Cedric Diggory's name, that we do not throw you throw you through the Veil of Death."

Cho's eyes snapped towards her one-time crush, his emerald eyes shining in the dim light of the court room.

"It was with great reluctance that we have decided to heed his request," the Minister continued. "You will, however, remain in the care of Azkaban prison for the remainder of your natural life, under the watchful eye of the Warden, Sir Harry James Potter, and his chosen staff."

Cho would have smiled, if not for the chuckles coming from her guard. She looked up into Nymphadora Tonks' face, shuddering at the gleam in the woman's ice-blue eyes.

"You're in for a...fun...time, Chang," she muttered.

"The condemned shall be transported to Azkaban immediately," Penelope's voice echoed through the chamber, "There she shall remain for the rest of her days. So mote it be!"

The gavel crashed down.

Cho was suprised when they portkeyed her to the prison, rather than dragging her to the boats.

"Why..."

"Warden Potter doesn't use the boat system any more," Tonks replied, guiding the Asian girl through the perimeter wards of the prison, "He was angered when many of the prisoners first brought here got sick and died due to the lack of medical care. He got Kingsley to install a very modern medical facility, and Bill and Fleur Weasley both redesigned the wards to remove the need for dementors...those beasts are entombed deep blow the keep now."

Cho gulped as she saw a number of prisoners working in the prison yard. She spotted Corner and the other two fools he'd persuaded her to hide during the Ministry's raids - they were glaring up at her, and Corner made a slicing motion with his fingers across his throat.

"Exsequor!" (Latin: Punish)

Corner cried out in pain as a series of electrical arcs sped up and down his form. Cho watched in slight horror as Harry walked forward, the 'Deathstick' in his hands as he was flanked by Hestia Jones and Susan Bones.

"What have I told you about threats in my prison, C-24601?" the green eyed warden spoke up, his voice amplified by a wandless 'sonorus' charm.

"T-t-that...you...w-won't-t...to-tol-lerate..." the shuddering man spoke up.

"Exactly," he said, "Get it through your thick skulls, all of you!" He raised his head to glare at the prisoners working the yard. "This is MY island now, and the Ministry has given me carte blanche as to how I run it. You are not people anymore...you stopped being people when you agreed to torture, rape, steal from, imprison, and otherwise belittle people just because they were different.

"Well, now you get to taste what its like...and for the rest of your lives. Remember...the moment you came here, your asses became my personal property!"

He turned, walking back into the keep, Hestia following behind him. Susan smirked, before shouting, "BACK TO WORK!", sending the people scurrying about their tasks.

"Wha...what happened?" Cho spoke, as Tonks pulled her along, "When...when did he get so..."

"Seeing Remus dead, how close Fudge managed to get off of those bribery charges, and how Um-Bitch nearly got away with her little 'kangeroo-court' pushed him out of his 'saving everybody' thing," Tonks replied, "He give everyone a chance, but after that he doesn't hold back." She looked down at the still trembling girl. "Keep that in mind during your stay here, Chang. He treats everyone equally - and he's lavish in both his rewards and punishments."

Cho's eyes widened as she saw the two Slytherin beauty queens - Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass - standing in front of a door to a white tiled room, wearing grey prisoner's shifts with numbers stitched over their left breasts. Both girl's were barefoot, and the shifts ended just above their knees.

Tracey's long red hair was unbound, a few curls falling between her blue-green eyes. Daphne's pitch black hair had been cut since the last time Cho had seen her, now in an almost fashionable 'bob', the tips ending just below her ears.

"Trustees D-99621 and G-62117, I'm placing prisoner C-30010 into your care," Tonks said, "Process her, and then take her to the warden for her 'orientation'. Take more than one hour and you'll spend the rest of the day in Chamber 999."

"Yes, Auror Tonks," both girls replied, Cho noticing the sudden rush of fear at the mention of 'Chamber 999'. The two girls walked forward, grabbing hold of Cho's arms and dragging her into the room.

"Listen up, Chang," Tracey said, shoving the girl against the wall. "For your information, Chamber 999 is a 'punishment room'. Daphne and I have already been in that once this month, and that was WAY more than enough!"

"So, you cooperate with us and make this quick, or we will make your life here even more than a hell than it will be!" Daphne finished, pulling the door to the room shut.

"I...I saw Harry..."

"Yeah, we saw him punish Corner too," Tracey said, "Git deserves whatever he gets - he tried to take a few 'liberties' he's not allowed anymore with your old friend Edgecombe last month...he's damn lucky the Warden didn't send him to the dementor catacombs."

"Potter's not the 'Golden Boy' anymore, Chang," Daphne said, "But he can still be good to you, if you do as your told by either him or the guards. Don't follow commands, and well...lets just say that Chamber 999 is the LEAST of what can happen to you."

"Wha..." Cho stuttered.

"When you see Bellatrix and Allecto, you'll see," Tracey replied, "Now, lets get you processed. We've only got about 50 minutes."

Daphne pulled a handle on one of the walls, causing a drawer to slide out with various 'tools' laid out on it. "Strip off, Chang," she said, "It'll be easier if you just go along with it."

Cho gaped. "But...but..."

"Do it, or we'll do it for you, and you can have your interview with Potter starkers," the dark haired girl growled. "He'd enjoy that, I'm sure. Hell, I'd enjoy it."

Cho shuddered at the predatory look on the two girl's faces, before pulling her robe open and letting it fall to the floor.

What followed was the most embarrasing series of events in the Asian witch's life. She was sprayed with ice cold water, before being covered in some kind of white 'de-lousing' powder that caused her skin to burn.

It was humiliating to have the two girls probe her ass with their fingers, and she whimpered as Daphne fingered her pussy.

"Little birdy's getting all hot and bothered by the rough treatment," she said, smirking up at Tracey as the redhead continued to saw her fingers in and out of Cho's ass.

"We can give her a real welcome later tonight," her friend replied, "We got about 30 minutes. Lets get the ward applied and get her to the Warden."

Daphne nodded, before pulling a strip of black cloth from the drawer and tying it around the panting Asian's neck.

"What...what is that for?" Cho whimpered, her pussy and ass burning from the powder and fingering.

"Ligatio pro vita tamen solvo in mens!" the two girls chanted, a flare of energy surging through the room and into the 'collar' around Cho's neck. (Imprisoned for life but free in mind)

The poor girl's eyes widened as a rush of sensation flowed through her nipples and clit, causing her to squeal in unexpected pleasure.

"Always gets the girls, but not the guys," Tracey muttered as they pulled Cho to her feet and started dragging her down the halls of the keep. "I just know Potter had something to do with that. I knew he was a perv."

"Quiet!" Daphne scowled. "Anyone hears you insult him like that, and you'll wind up in 999 for a week instead of just a day!"

Cho could only mewl in pleasure as her new prison uniform was slid over her body, her hyper-sensitized nipples scraping against the rough cloth.

"He probably already knows I said it, Daph," the red-head replied, "Damn house-elves keep him aware of everything, just like those sodding portraits do for McGonagall back in Hogwarts. If I'm going into that damn room, I'm going to at least bloody deserve it!"

Daphne sighed. "But he'll throw me in too, for letting you! I can't take that room again so soon!"

Cho, panting from her sudden sensitivity, finally spoke. "What...happens...in that...chamber?" she asked.

"It's a Hyper-stimulation room," Daphne replied, "Instead of sensory deprivation, it enhances sensation. Imagine the lightest breeze across your nips being enough to make you come a half a dozen times, and you get the idea."

Cho's eyes widened. "My...my God..." she muttered, as she was lead through a large set of iron doors.

"Not in this place, Chang," a familiar voice spoke up, causing her to look up.

Harry sat behind an expensive oak desk, his green eyes almost glowing in the dim light. "Welcome to Azkaban, prisoner C-30010," he said, "As of right now...you belong to me."

Cho stood there, feeling extremely self-conscious as Harry sat behind his wooden desk. She vaguely noted that his office was fairly Spartan - there was a bed against one wall, a couple of portraits in various places, and a small fire-place to one side.

Harry noted her surprise. "I live here," he said, "I don't like taking port-keys or floo-ing from place to place, and apparition to the prison is impossible given the wards laid into the groundwork over the centuries. It's more convenient for me." He motioned to a metal folding chair in front of his desk. "Sit."

Cho nervously walked forward, sitting on the edge of the cold seat while trying to keep her shift from rising too high up her legs.

"Will that be all for us, sir?" Tracey asked, keeping her head lowered and her voice low.

"For now," he replied. As she and Daphne turned to walk out, he smirked, causing Cho to shudder. "However, Tonks wants to have a word with you Tracey about proper respect towards your superiors...report to her in Chamber 912."

Tracey stood stock still, and Cho could swear she saw the girl's pale face turn green. "Y-yes...sir," the red-head whimpered, Daphne moving over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. The two walked out.

Harry smirked at Cho's curious look. "I know they told you about Chamber 999 - hyper-sensitivity is a very effective punishment tool, but I only use that for the more troublesome prisoners. Daphne and Tracey know how it is because they tried to lead a prison riot when they first got here. Now they know better."

Cho nodded. "I...I'll try not to...break any rules...sir," she whispered, her nerves still frayed from her 'processing'.

"Good," Harry said, "I don't enjoy punishing prisoners, but unlike when I was younger I'm not going to turn the other cheek anymore." He stood, walking around to face her, leaning against the edge of his desk. "I was very disappointed to hear about your arrest. Cedric would have been heartbroken."

Cho felt her eyes start to water at the mention of her first love, but she quickly pushed it down. "I...I thought...Rodger and Michael were my friends...I...I just didn't..."

"That was always your problem," Harry said, "You never learned to say 'No' to people. I know Marietta asked you to keep her defection a secret, and I know you paid those bribes because Corner told you to. Well, look where it landed you." He waved his arms, indicating the prison. "The Ministry gave me Azkaban to do with as I see fit. Anyone sent here becomes my personal property...and that includes you."

He knelt, down, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes. "Corner killed Dennis Creevey during the Battle of Hogwarts," he said, "You kept him safe for a year, not allowing Colin or his family closure. I may not have liked being their idol and obsession, but I did care for them."

Cho felt the tears leak from her eyes. "I...I'm sorry..."

"Your time here is not going to be pleasant, Cho," Harry said, "There are 3 rules. One - My word is the law. I say do something, you do it and you do it quickly, or face the consequences. Two - You have NO right to say no now. You chose not to say no before, so now that privilege is gone.

"Finally, three - punishment and rewards are both lavish, and fair. Obey well, and you can be...comfortable at least. Disobey...well, let me show you what happens to those who disobey. Come with me."

He stood, Cho following as he walked out of the office, leading her to a dimly lit corridor. Cho shivered as her bare feet touched the cold stone.

"Umm...sir..." she started.

"No prisoner gets shoes or undergarments," he said, "Not even the men." At her horrified look, he smirked. "Besides, I heard about your early matches on the Quidditch pitch...I never figured you to play 'al fresco'." She scowled at him, and he shrugged. "Get used to it, Cho. If I so ordered it, you'd have to walk around the prison starkers for the rest of your life...and I will, if you keep that scowl up."

Cho dropped her face, shuddereing at the idea of Harry forcing her to be nude for the rest of her life.

...at one time, that wouldn't have been an unpleasant concept.

"We're here," he said, pointing to a door. Cho looked up, gulping as she saw the number '912' inscribed on it. "See what disobedience brings." He pushed the door open.

Cho screamed.

Tracey was in a vertical split, one leg pointed towards the ceiling and manacled with heavy iron chains, while her other was encased in a similar one on the floor. Her own shift had been removed, leaving her nude.

Her arms were strapped to a post, leaving her midsection exposed. She was panting, and various red welts decorated her stomach and legs.

"Twenty-nine!"

Cho watched in horror as Daphne swung a thick leather strap around, catching Tracey on the leg suspended in the air, the tip wrapping around the limb before striking at the red-heads auburn haired cunt.

"AHHHHHH!" the bound girl cried. "PLEASE! I'LL BEHAVE! STOP!"

"Thirty!"

Cho saw Tonks, standing off to the side. She had been the one counting, and Cho gaped as she saw the (currently) pink-haired woman's hand rubbing against her crotch.

Harry smiled, reaching up to cup one of Cho's breasts through her shift. "I wonder how much you'd cry?" he whispered.

"Thirty-one!"

"AIYEEEEE!"

oOoOoOo

Two years later...

Harry signed off on the parole form, wincing as the blood quill cut into his skin and binding the contract to himself and the -now former- prisoner.

"Just remember, Draco," he said, looking up at the decidedly less arrogant ponce sitting before him, "You put one toe-nail out of line, and not only will you be back here and in the Dementor Catacombs for the rest of your waste of a life, but I'll see to it Narcissa spends a year in Chamber 999, with a year in Chamber 912 right after!"

The blond man nodded, keeping his eyes down. "Yes, Warden," he whispered.

"Good," he said, "Trustee C-30010 will see to your exit processing, after she finishes her punishment."

The pair looked over to the side of the room, where said girl was currently scrubbing the floor. She was naked, her rear glowing red as a pair of charmed ping-pong paddles hovered near by.

A bridle gag kept her moans quiet, as she dipped her long dark hair into the bucket by her side, before moving it to the floor and sweeping the strands back and forth.

"You're falling behind, Cho," Harry called, flicking the Elder Wand at the floating paddles. The wooden implements sprang to life, and a loud series of 'smacks' filled the spartan office.

SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK

"OWUUGGHHHHHH!" the naked Asian moaned, struggling to move faster and prevent anymore damage done to her glowing ass.

"Perhaps I should just have Trustee D-99621 take care of you, Draco," Harry muttered, motioning to Kreacher to fetch said girl, "Cho's fine for clerical work, but shite with just about anything else...aside from one or two things." He leered at the girl's ass once more.

Tracey walked in, naked as well, having lost the right to wear clothes for a month when she was caught with Pansy tormenting Marietta. Harry motioned to Draco that he could go, the blond standing and following the naked red-head.

Harry watched as the paddles continued to wail on the sobbing Ravenclaw for a few more minutes, before waving his wand once more, causing them to drop to the floor and leaving Cho a sweaty, panting wreck.

"Come here," he ordered.

The girl lay panting for a few moments more, before crawling to the Warden's side. She reached for the folds of his robe, her nipples rock hard as she parted the garment and reached into his pants. A few deft tugs had his manhood exposed, and he flipped the catch on her gag, letting it fall to the floor.

"What have we learned?" he asked.

"...do n-n-not...qu-ques-estion...H-healer Lo-lovegood!" she whispered, before dipping her head down to swallow her 'master's' cock.

Harry nodded, enjoying the feel of his pet's tongue. "Good girl," he said, "After you finish with this, finish mopping the floor." He grinned slyly as a thought struck him. "Then I want you to polish my desk...with your cunt."

Cho moaned, sucking harder on his cock, even as he came, filling her mouth with his seed.

*God, my ass is sore,* she thought.