Harry Potter and the Hall of Justice

Chapter 25 The Encounter


Over the course of hours, the Chief Justice acquired the image of Peter Pettigrew a number of times using the Orb of the Oracle. But due to darkness, Professor Dumbledore at last asked him to stop. It was best for the justice to rest, as it was clear where Wormtail was heading and what he was going to do.

“Do we all have the image of the dwelling fixed in our minds?” Professor Dumbledore turned, asking the wizards standing around him.

“I believe we can remember it well enough,” Grime stated, nodding his head.

Hopeful, anxious faces were waiting breathlessly all around the old wizard. “Very well. I ask you all to return to Falcon’s Lair and get some rest. Very early in the morning, we will leave to conduct a new search. And bring that GPS device with you, Bartholomew. It will help direct our efforts,” Dumbledore ordered.

The five wizards immediately left the Hall of Justice and returned to Falcon’s Lair. They were very excited over what the orb had revealed and the possible outcome.

Professor Dumbledore walked back to the atlas and looked down upon the page. “A fresh parchment, Hermione, please?” he asked out.

Hermione walked back to her desk and opened a drawer. She withdrew a fine white parchment and took it to the old wizard. He nodded his gratitude and placed the white parchment over the book’s page. He withdrew his wand and whispered a long incantation over it, moving the wand in slow circular motions. After a short while, an image appeared on the parchment exactly matching the one below it.

Hermione was amazed. “How can this be, Professor? You told us magic wouldn’t work inside the Hall of Justice?

“Ah!” the old headmaster exclaimed. “And that is right. Most magic can’t be used here, but, if you remember, there are some exceptions. This, my dear, happens to be just one of them.”

“You must teach that to me, Professor. That was unbelievable,” she said.

“Yes! Comes in quite handy, it does,” was his reply, with a grin. His eyes sparkled with childish delight when he turned to look down at his dearest protégée.

The old professor then hurried off to Hogwarts, after informing the Chief Justice he would return immediately after the next day’s scouting mission.

Dumbledore was extremely tired. His eyes looked longingly at his old rocking chair, as he entered his bedroom. But he needed rest, a deep rest. He quickly removed his robe, crawled into his bed, and went fast asleep.


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Early the next morning, some fifteen hundred miles from Hogwarts, Peter Pettigrew went about terrorizing the young girls he had kidnapped the night before. As he chased them around his personal torture room, he laughed out at their screams, while tearing pieces of clothing from their bodies. For hours, he sadistically sodomized them and beat them. He found it hard to control his lustful rages. Their hysteria aroused him and greatly increased his perverted appetite.

He had plenty of time to play his games. The master would not eat until later in the day. Pettigrew also was thankful he had something to do other than sit in the room and smell the disgusting creature, which was his master.


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At the Hall of Justice, it was very early in the morning. In the bedroom of the Court Clerk, two young girls lay sleeping. Over the last weeks, their sexual desires had increased to a level neither had ever known before. Hermione had made them aware of what she had been told the very day she applied for the job of Executive Assistant: Living within the Hall of Justice would greatly increase their sexual appetites.

As the Lord Chief Justice was spending nearly his entire time with Hermione, the two girls were becoming extremely frustrated. Martha was the first to take matters into her own hands. She had a yearning so deep and so insatiably overwhelming lascivious thoughts began occupying her mind incessantly.

One evening, she was having a conversation with Sarah and made mention of missing Webster’s advances. The thought of him made her wet, she admitted. Sarah, blushing at the girl’s admission, told her she had been feeling extremely lustful, too, and missed the big man’s touch.

Later that evening, Martha followed Sarah up to her bedroom where they both removed their cloaks and sweaters. Martha sat down on the bed next to Sarah, who went about removing her shoes for the night.

“You have a very nice physical build, Sarah, and a heavy chest, too. I bet the Chief Justice loves that,” she said, smiling at the redheaded girl.

“Yeah. He loves to play with them. He’s like a milking machine,” she laughed out, joined immediately by Martha who cracked up. “He sucks on them like a baby. I never thought I’d like that much, but his being aroused by it really excites me, too. I actually love him doing it.”

The girl blushed deeply at the admission. She paused thoughtfully before adding, “I miss him so much. But I can’t blame him spending a lot of time with Hermione. She’s so beautiful and really nice. I think he’s falling in love with her. Do you ever notice the way he looks at her?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious. He has the hots for her, no doubt,” Martha smiled. She clasped her hands tightly together and brought them down to her lap, pressing them into her crotch. “I really miss him, too. I love the feel of him inside me.”

Martha then reached down for her cloak lying at the foot of the bed and picked it up. “Look what I use. Do you have one?” From an inside pocket she withdrew a cylindrical piece of plastic, which was fashioned like a male organ. “It isn’t as big as his, but it sure feels great.”

“What’s that?” Sarah asked, reaching out and touching its slick, white surface.

“It’s called a dildo, Sarah. Women use them to pleasure themselves when men aren’t around. I used to like mine more than any man, that is, before I met the Chief Justice,” she said, grinning at the redheaded girl.

“Does it hurt?” she asked, amazed someone would stick an inanimate object like that into their privates.

“You want me to do it to you?” Martha asked, giggling again.

Sarah blushed again, bringing a hand up to her chest. “I don’t know. It wouldn’t be proper, would it?” she asked.

Martha snickered. “Proper? I’ll show you proper! Lean back on the bed!” she ordered.

Sarah complied, giggling out nervously. Martha then went on to share a wonderful experience with her new friend. Soon Sarah was quaking involuntarily against the sensations rising up within her, shuddering at the intense sensual gratification.

The girls mutually decided to make such play a part of their everyday life. At Sarah’s urging, Martha agreed to move in and share the large bedroom. Martha smiled at her request, as the girl hated living alone on the second floor, but mostly she needed, she ached for a lover.


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Albus Dumbledore appeared at Falcon’s Lair very early the next morning. The five members of his advanced scouting team were sitting around the table with Professor Priest eating an early breakfast. The old professor sat down at the table and reached for a crumpet, after first emptying a glass of Merlin’s Special Brew.

“Wood and Jordan will be leaving a little after daybreak, Albus,” Priest informed him.

“Splendid. I wish them Godspeed. I wish us all Godspeed,” he replied.

“What’s the plan, Albus?” asked Grime.

“As soon as we arrive at that cabin, I’d like you to take a reading with that GPS device you have. I have a map here with me we can plot the coordinates on,” the old wizard said, patting at his robe. “Once we have our position fixed, we can see where we are in relation to that small town of Rivnya. From that information, we should be able to quickly decide how we will narrow the search.”

“And if we find the dwelling, Professor? What are we to do?” asked Sirius.

The old wizard didn’t hesitate. “We will not wait, Sirius. We’ll go right in and kill the two bastards. Utterly destroy them - - - turn them to dust as Ron and Harry did the nasty lads at Malfoy’s Manor. Scatter them on the wind,” Dumbledore replied.

The wizards finished their meal and began putting on their invisibility garments. Only Sirius carried one of the muggle shotguns. All fixed belts about their waists with silencer equipped automatic weapons firmly holstered, except Dumbledore.

Within five minutes, they were standing in the small Carpathian Mountain cabin Lucius Malfoy had used before his death. None had yet put on their hoods or gloves.

Grime immediately stepped outside into bright early-morning sunlight. The October morning was very cold this high up in the mountains. He took a reading off of the GPS and went back into the small dwelling. Professor Dumbledore had removed the map and laid in down flat upon the table. Grime then laid the small muggle-made device on the table next to it and oriented the map correctly.

“Okay, that way is north,” he said, pointing at the wall in front of him. “The map lays as does the land.” The big man next took the reading off of the GPS receiver and plotted their approximate position on the map. “We are about here, Albus, in Romania. Just south of the Ukrainian border. Look right here, this is Rivnya. It’s about thirty or forty miles to the north-northeast of us. That would put Voldemort’s refuge somewhere in this area, I would think.” Grime circled his finger around a small area between their present location and the town of Rivnya.

“Yes, I understand. Well, lets go outside and take a look to the north then,” Dumbledore said. He reached down, rolled up the parchment and placed it back in his robe.

The six men walked out and looked at the mountain range to their north. The unusual mountain peak they had seen with the orb could not be seen from their present location. Dumbledore ordered them to put on their gloves and hoods. He then pulled his small streamer free from the flap, for the benefit of those who did not yet have to ability to see the invisibly garmented troop, and told the group to follow him. They kicked off from the ground and slowly moved away to the north.

As they cleared a large hill, Harry was the first to shout out what he beheld. “Look, Professor! That’s the mountain off to our left!”

“Yes, I see it Harry. Yes, that is it, certainly,” he replied.

In the distance, they could see the top of a dwelling. It was located in a very remote, high valley, far from where any humans would normally trek.

The old headmaster became quite impatient. “Let’s go take a closer look. I can’t tell from here if that’s the retreat or not,” Dumbledore said.

Straightaway, the six made their way toward the dwelling. After going some distance, they noticed Professor Dumbledore’s streamer come to a stop. He looked to be standing along the top of a ridgeline. Each slowly landed next to him.

“We’ve found it!” the old wizard exclaimed. “Do we all agree?”

“Yes!” came from all around. “That’s it!” said Ron. “No doubt!”

Just then, they saw Pettigrew exit the building and make for a stack of firewood.

“I’m going to stun him!” Dumbledore said, kicking off immediately and rushing down towards the wizard walking along the ground.

The five followed the old wizard, but he was yards in front of them. Suddenly, Pettigrew was knocked to the ground and laid out cold. The old headmaster’s streamer moved past the supine man and again became motionless.

“Get his wand and bind him, Remus. Gag him tightly, too, as he did those girls,” commanded the old wizard. Dumbledore then pulled off his hood and gloves.

“Sirius, take your weapon out and be ready to use it the instant you see Voldemort. Harry, you’ll enter with me first. The rest, follow us quietly, but not too closely. If we should fail, use every power within you to defeat the evil man,” Dumbledore commanded.

Dumbledore and Harry walked up to the dwelling’s door and quietly entered. The door opened into a kitchen with two exits at the far end. Dumbledore and Harry made their way slowly to them and, after stopping and listening for a few moments. He then motioned Harry to follow him down the hall to their right.

A large room opened up on their left side when they were about halfway down the hallway. The old wizard instantly recognized the door that exited on the right side of that room. He knew Voldemort would be behind it.

The old wizard walked into the room and stopped until the five wizards had walked up behind him. Dumbledore then went up to the closed door, removed his wand, and blew it inward with a powerful force. He quickly entered and saw the snakelike beast instantly envelope itself within a reddish-orange protective field.

“Dumbledore! You bastard!” the snake hissed, its stubby arms flailing around in the air. “You will not defeat me! You haven’t the power to defeat me!”

“We’ve always defeated you, Voldemort. This time will be no different,” Dumbledore said coldly.

“I will return. You cannot stop me. I’ll kill all who are dear to you. They’ll beg me to kill them,” Voldemort hissed.

“End him!” Dumbledore shouted out.

Sirius brought the shotgun up and fired into the protective field. The large pellets of the gun penetrated the field, striking the beast and tearing large chunks of meat from it. The old professor stepped to one side and the other four fired their automatic weapons into the beast. The protective envelope faded and vanished, as the wizards blasted away at the snake.

“Stop!” Dumbledore screamed. “Harry! Quickly! Turn it into dust!”

Harry removed his wand and screamed the incantation into the room. The creature instantly turned to fine dust. Harry then blasted open a sealed window and sent the dust out into the cold mountain air.

Dumbledore turned and left the room. He found the two young muggle girls bound in the room directly across from them, naked and shivering from the cold and from their own hysteria.

“Untie the girls, Remus. Calm them and find something warm to cover them with,” he commanded. “Sirius, take care of Pettigrew. He still owes you a debt, if I recall.”

“Yes, he does,” said Sirius, as he quickly turned and hurriedly rushed back outside.

The group heard the shotgun fire a number of times and all was suddenly quiet again.

“We got the bastard, Albus!” Grime said. “We really got the bastard!”

“For now. On the other hand, knowing Voldemort like we do, I don’t know if we will ever truly get rid of the bastard. He yet might return in other ways and other forms. That’s what we must now work hard to prevent. Our work if far from over,” the old wizard said, while looking around the dwelling.

“Before we leave, search the house!” he commanded. “Seize anything looking to contain information or of interest.”

The five immediately went about tearing the house apart. Several ledgers were found but nothing else of value.

“Harry, Ron! Fly the two girls down to the roadway we saw earlier to the east and point them toward Rivnya. Hurry, we’ll be departing soon,” Dumbledore commanded.

When Harry and Ron returned, they found the group standing outside the dwelling. Dumbledore turned around to face them.

“How were they when you left them?” the old wizard asked.

“Crying and pretty shaken up, but they ran off toward the town,” Harry said.

“Very well, we must be off,” the old wizard said.

Within a short time, they arrived back at the conference room. The old wizard traveled last, by himself, destroying the portkey behind him.

“Please go on down to Falcon’s Lair and tell Drucila the good news, Bartholomew. I must be on my way to the Hall of Justice to inform the Chief Justice, as I promised. Listen, everyone!” Dumbledore spoke out loudly. The wizards turned to face the old professor. “We must keep the information about Voldemort to ourselves, for the present. We do not want to force the other Death Eaters underground too soon. We must deal with them, too. So, for now, keep what happened today within Athena. We should be very comforted we ended the evil man, certainly. But, there are others waiting in the wings who are just as perverse, just as evil and just as dangerous,” Dumbledore said.

“And these ledgers, Professor?” Remus Lupin asked.

“Please give them to Graciela. She’ll be able to decipher whatever information they may contain, I’m sure,” he said.

The old wizard went straight to the Hall of Justice. Webster and Hermione met him in the anteroom when he arrived.

“You saw?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes, Professor. Hermione and I saw the whole thing,” he admitted.

“Would you like to go with me to the Ministry and break the news to Arthur?” he asked.

“Yes, by all means!” Webster said, reaching out and patting the old wizard on his back. “I’m so damn glad you fellas didn’t get hurt. We saw what Harry did, too, turning the bastard into dust and all. That amazed me to no end, Albus. Damn amazing, it was.”

The three walked over to the Ministry of Magic portkey and, in a flash, were standing in Arthur Weasley’s anteroom. They found Weasley and Jeremiah Bones talking when they entered his office.

“Your Lordship, Professor, Hermione!” Arthur Weasley exclaimed, jumping to his feet and walking around his desk to welcome the visitors.

“Arthur, how are you?” Webster asked.

“Everything is fine, just fine. How are you, Professor?” he asked.

“We’ve been busy, Arthur. Harry, Ron, Sirius Black, Bartholomew Grime, Remus Lupin and I just paid Voldemort a visit very early this morning,” Dumbledore said, tilting his head forward and peering at the Minister of Magic over the rim of his glasses.

“You did what?” Weasley screamed out.

“We just put an end to Voldemort. At least for the near-term,” he said.

“You’re kidding!” Weasley replied.

“No, I’m quite serious,” the old wizard said, smiling at the shock on the ministers’ faces. He went on to tell them what took place.

“I’m in shock, Professor!” Weasley exclaimed, after hearing the story. “I never would have believed it would happen so quickly.”

“We could’nt have caught him at a more opportune time, I assure you. During his metamorphosis, he was most vulnerable. It was very fortunate we found him when we did. Of course, we owe the Chief Justice our thanks for that,” he said.

“You, Your Lordship? You found the evil man?” Weasley asked.

“Yes and no. If Albus hadn’t first found something I needed to make that possible, well, we wouldn’t be standing around here with smiles on our faces,” Webster humbly admitted.

“Our world will be greatly relieved to hear the news! This is fantastic!” Weasley said.

“Arthur, about that news thing,” Dumbledore began. “I beg you to give us a little more time before you break the news. We have a number of Death Eaters we must first finish. If the news goes out too soon, well, as you can imagine, we’ll drive them deep underground and it might take years to find them.”

“Yes, of course. We’ll keep a lid on it then. Yes, certainly,” Weasley said, laughing out joyfully. He reached up and patted Bones across the shoulder.

“Wonderful news, Professor! Wonderful!” Bones exclaimed.

“It seems so anticlimactic, you know?” Hermione spoke out to no one in particular. Everyone turned to face her. “After such a big buildup about the evil man, the fear and hopelessness we all felt, and, now, it seems so ordinary. Please forgive me, but I seem somewhat let-down about the whole event.”

Professor Dumbledore laughed out. “No! You certainly have that right! After all, we made so much over the evil man. We turned him into a superhuman. He was, nevertheless, just a man, albeit an evil and immoral man,” Dumbledore said, looking at the girl who had seated herself in a chair across from him.

“You said there are others, Professor? Just as powerful and evil? What are you aware of?” Arthur Weasley asked, a worried look upon his face.

The old wizard nodded his head. He became very serious. “Yes, Arthur. After our dealings with Malfoy and Cetus, considering the intelligence we seized from their residences, and after seeing the number of evil lords we’ve uncovered, I feel there are many, many more than we initially suspected who have turned to the evil, dark side of our nature. The faster we go about eliminating them and cutting their evil base out from under them, the faster we can usher in a more peaceful and joyful time for us all,” the old professor said, smiling at the thought.

“You have my complete support, Albus. I understand now, even better than before, the reason you’ve been preceding the way you have. I see the truth of it and agree,” Chief Justice Webster said, nodding his head, plainly showing his strong agreement.

“Yes. I think we all do. The Ministry supports you totally, Professor,” Arthur Weasley said, himself nodding his head.

“Then everyone understands why it’s absolutely necessary to keep this information to ourselves, for the present? Not only will we eliminate and disrupt many of the dark lords, but also we’ll destabilize the very base great evil like Voldemort has to have in place to support a reemergence,” he explained.

“I can see your reasoning plainly now, Professor,” said Bones, almost in a guilty way, as if he might have been opposed to the actions the professor and his team had been taking.

“Whatever you need, as I said before, never hesitate to call on the Ministry,” Arthur Weasley said.

After a few more minutes of pleasantries, Chief Justice Webster, Hermione and Professor Dumbledore headed back to the Hall of Justice. Webster insisted upon accompanying the old wizard back to Falcon’s Lair to personally thank his team for what he and Hermione had seen them do with the aid of the Orb of the Oracle.


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They arrived at Falcon’s Lair to find Oliver Wood informing Professor Priest about what they’d found in Wales.

“Outstanding news, Albus!” the old witch said, standing up quickly from the table when she spotted the old wizard.

“Yes, it is, Drucila! After all the fuss we made, I believe Hermione put it best. She told us all at the Ministry that it seemed anticlimactic and rather ordinary,” Dumbledore said, grinning largely. “She was absolutely right about that.”

“Well, whatever it was, I wouldn’t call it ordinary,” said Priest. “Chief Justice Webster! Welcome once again to our little home!”

“Thank you, Professor Priest. I wanted to drop by and tell Dumbledore’s team they made a splendid job of it,” he said, in a British sort of way.

“They’ve all gone up to their rooms for a rest. Some might be down again shortly,” she informed him. “Please sit down and let’s get you both some tea. Oliver has just arrived and was going to tell me the latest about his adventures down south.”

Professor Dumbledore turned to face the young wizard. “Oliver! How did it go? Any problems?” the old wizard asked.

“None! We did get into a bit of weather but arrived in sunshine. We’ve situated the portkey in an out-of-the-way place, which should serve us well. Lee and I looked around but haven’t found anything large enough or suspicious enough for a meeting place, yet. We’ll be going back down tomorrow morning,” Wood said.

“We’ll send you some more help. How about taking Harry and Ron down with you? If you think you’ll need more, let Professor Priest know. We could also curtail our ‘seek and destroy’ missions until after this raid is over. What do you say to that, Drucila?” he asked.

The old witch nodded her head. “I agree! We only have three more days. I’d not want us to get caught short. It might well be the last time we can mount a raid against so many in one location,” Priest said.

“And what of the ledgers we brought back this morning?”

“Graciela has them now. She believes they contain a fairly complete list of his disciples, both here and in the east,” she said.

“East?” asked Webster.

“Yes, Your Lordship. Voldemort had a number of Death Eaters in France and Belgium that we now know of. There may even be others as far away as Germany. Graciela is trying to ascertain that as we speak. If we are lucky, some of them might even attend the meeting in Wales. After all, it has been a while since they’ve heard anything from Voldemort, since Malfoy’s death,” she reasoned.

“We should hope that’s the case,” said the old professor.

“Have you considered how we should handle those to our east, Albus?” she asked.

“As soon as the base is further eroded here in Great Britain, Drucila, it might be in our best interest to let it be known that Voldemort has been eliminated. Once the word is out, we’ll have the Ministers from those countries gather the support they need to deal with them. Of course, we’ll be there to lend a hand, if any assistance is required. Do you agree, Your Lordship?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes, I do. There potentially might be many more like him. This is one crusade which will never really have an end,” Webster said.

“Sad to say but that’s true. Nevertheless, we can keep their evil heads down and swat them like the bugs they are whenever they’re found,” he said, laughing out again.


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Author’s Note: Yep! There you have it! They had made too much out of Voldemort all along. The real power was within them, the good witches and wizards of the magical world. But, it ain’t over till . . . J