Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Story Consultant: WeslyY7
Total Word Count: 15,054
Chapter 25 Edit Date: 03/19/2009 (fixed a few errors found by Wistful-Stargazer)
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Okay all, this is MY chapter 25 and AFF's chapter 26. MY chapter 26 is the birth chapter (which means, the next chapter, which means AFF chapter 27 [remember, I had to take up chapter space to have my replies for chapter 15 because everyone was wigging over it? That kind of messed things up a bit chapter wise on AFF]). Sorry to those who thought the birth was this chapter!
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This chapter deals with some background stuff as well as set-up information for future chapters. It is needed before the birth.
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WesleyY7 – Yes, Sirius has lost it, he's officially in the Cuckoo's Nest. And, yes, he's taking on some of Kreacher's speech patterns which is a creepy development! As for the sex scene with Remus, I used the potion because I didn't want him to want to abuse Hermione – I wanted him to be abused along with her (Okay, I know that sounded sick)... So, is your friend reading the story? My friends are a little wigged out by it! Yeah, I kinda liked the ending of the chapter, thought it 'angsty'.
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abbi cee – Have no fear, Remis will find a way to let others know! Sirius was never a fav of mine either, but I did get teary-eyed when I first read of his death in OotP. Sirius sort of questioned the possibility of what Remus was saying about Kreacher, but he's not strong enough in mind to truly take it to heart, especially not with Kreacher doing some overtime with his teaching.
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roxie – Oh my goodness! You liked that chapter? I was sure I was going to get rocked for it by tons of people! Whew! I am relieved! And, I'm not joking here. Remember, the next chapter is the birth. I'm extremely curious as to what you all think about that chapter.
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Visitkarte – Ah! You see so much! True on the Stockholm Syndrome info you mention, but I wanted to present that info in the story to make some points clear in regards to what is happening to Hermione. Remus is, at least and so far, trying to keep from abusing Hermione and hoping to find a way to help her. He will help her in future chapters, in several ways, but will he be able to help himself? Reread the Vow Remus made with Sirius, he has to be very careful with what he reveals. However, darn you, you made a comment in the reviews that I had already covered in this chapter (I'm several chapters ahead in my writing).
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soniab – Dear girl! The Order meeting was just more information that, you guessed it, was not important to Hermione's situation, so it isn't discussed. FYI, the end of this chapter was included for you – it's not exactly what you want just yet, but it's getting there! Hermione may get out of this sane, but she will have some serious issues, as you will see...
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elphaba - !!! You're back! I'm glad you liked the chapter! I do have to commend WesleyY7 for helping, she pointed some shortcomings out and practically cyber-broke my arm to include more info that I had chopped out which doubled the length of the chapter, forcing me to split it in half. I'm glad she talked me into it because the chapter is so much better than it had been. She also talked me into expanding this chapter more and adding stuff back in that was deleted. Periculum had me switching things around to make it an easier read and has been a good morale booster. And yes, Kreacher is a busy man, I mean, elf – isn't he?
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Wistful-Stargazer – Long time no review! I'm glad to hear from you! giggles on the Remus being a stud comment! I wanted to 'expand' on his being a wolf just a tad bit! I kind of thought the part where Remus tells Sirius 'she's mine now' was pretty cool as well. The part where he physically chokes Sirius was another part I liked. Kind of made Sirius worry a tad bit, didn't it?
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Chapter 25 – The Zoo Keeper

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Story Date: April 20, 1996

“Sirius? Where am I?”

Sirius watched as Ron walked away from Kreacher with unsure steps. “Ah, Ron! We've been waiting for you!”

“We? Who else is here?”

“See for yourself.” Sirius gestured towards the couch where Ginny and Hermione sat. Remus stood against the far wall, hands in his pockets as he looked at his feet.

“Remus? Ginny? Hermione? Hermione! We've looked all over for you!” Ron ran around the couch, but stopped short when he saw her belly, his eyes big. “Hermione, you're, you're pregnant!”

Sirius had followed him and was now behind him, clapping him heartily on the back. “Yup, she is, my boy! And, you'll never guess who the daddy is!”

Ron looked at Sirius, then turned to look at Remus a moment before looking back at Sirius. “You? You're the father?”

Sirius had his hands clasped behind him and he rocked up and down on the balls of his feet, his tone mocking. “Could have been but, noooooo, didn't work out that way. The Fates decided to have themselves some fun at my expense and spit in my face, didn't they, Kitten? Nope, I'm not the father. Go on, guess again, guess again.”

A lengthy pause, then, “Remus?”

Continuing to act jovial, Sirius spun around and backed away from Ron, a glint in his eye. “Nope, nope. Try again.”

Ron pulled a face as he looked around the room, searching for another man. “It can't be Kreacher.”

Sirius laughed heartily. “You're right, it's not Kreacher.”

“Who then?”

Sirius' hands came from behind his back, his voice going from festive to intimidating in a heartbeat. “You, you little shit-head.” Sirius' face now sported a snarl as he jabbed Ron in the chest menacingly. “You got her pregnant.”

Remus pulled himself from the wall and grabbed Sirius' arm, yanking him back. “Sirius, back off, he doesn't remember.”

“What? You're right I don't remember! Hermione and I, we've never, we've...” He turned to look at Ginny. “Honest, Gin, Hermione and I have never had sex, I swear!”

“Yes, yes, profess your innocence to your little lover-sister about how you never fucked Hermione. We wouldn't want her to think you'd want to fuck anyone else but your own sister, now would we?”

“What? I don't, I...”

“Stop it, Ron. I know the two of you have been fucking each other for months now. Months! Like the little rabbits you are. But she doesn't get pregnant because of the contraceptive Kreacher makes sure is available.”

Ron's face paled. “Kreacher?”

“Yes, yes. Kreacher. You've been feeding your lover-sister here a contraceptive potion provided by Kreacher. Oh, yes, you have.”

“I, I, I don't know...”

“Stop it, Ron. Stop denying it. Kreacher's watched the two of you going at it like rabbits many times. He's told me all about your sexual habits – what you like, what you don't like, what you do the most. Actually, the two of you could spice up your sex lives a little bit because it sounds so dull.”

“Sirius, come on, don't do this to them.”

“Shut-up, Remus, or I'll make you participate. Be glad I'm going to merely let you watch.”

“Remus? What's this all about? What's going on? Where are we?”

Remus turned to look at Ron sadly, unable to look the young man in the eye. “Ron, I'm not sure what's going to happen, but I can guess. Just, uh, just go along with everything and, uh, things will be over soon.”

Ron gave Remus a confused look before turning to look at Sirius.

Sirius smiled, but his eyes did not. “Remus gave you some very good advice, Ron, my boy. Just do what I tell you and things will be over soon. You see, ever since you got my Kitten pregnant, I've held a.... I guess you'd say I've held a grudge against you, Ron.”

“I didn't make her pregnant!”

“I Obliviated you so that you wouldn't remember, Ron.” Sirius' voice was dry, the smile on his face falling away into a scowl. “I had you carry her down here, she was naked, by the way - you had such a boner it was practically ready to burst that zipper wide open.” Ron blushed furiously at Sirius' words. “I let you pull that puppy out and masturbate like mad, listening to you beg me to let you fuck her.” He stopped for effect, looking at Ron's pathetic face of horror. “You were quite comical, Ron, the way your face got all red as you beat off.” Sirius ignored Remus' words of caution, asking him to back off. “But, no, I didn't. What I did do, was let you jerk-off all over her. You came in her face, her hair, her titties, everywhere. She even sucked you off and you enjoyed it immensely. Not once, but twice.” Sirius shoved two fingers in Ron's face. “It really is a shame you don't remember it because you were having the time of your life.”

Sirius walked around Ron as he spoke. “But, the one thing I didn't count on, was the fact that she was fertile at the time. The child could have been mine or yours since we both got our joy-juice into her that day, but, of course, YOUR mother-fucking sperm had to win the race.” Sirius jabbed Ron's arm a few times. “You didn't fuck her, that's true, but I had you shove your jizzum up into her. Who would have imagined a woman could get pregnant without being fucked?”

Sirius stood up straight and shouted towards the ceiling as loud as he could, “Who says a woman needs intercourse in order to get pregnant?” He stood silently for nearly a full minute before he slowly lowered his face down and stared at Ron with a look of pure loathing, then shrugged his shoulders and rolled his head about on his neck before eerily looking at Ron with a face of pure calm. He no longer shouted, but his voice still remained loud. “My Kitten is proof to a fucking scientific theory – that a woman can get pregnant without sex. Imagine if she had been a virgin. Immaculate Conception, anyone?” Sirius began to laugh hysterically, making the heart of everyone present in the room race unpleasantly. “People think a woman can't get pregnant unless she gets fucked. [wild laughter] Well, they don't need a good fucking, now do they, Ronald? She's fucking proof of thaaaaaaaaaaat!” By the time he finished the last word, he was bent over, face beet red with his arms flexed and bowed inward like a weight-lifter showing off.

“Sirius! Stop that!” Remus' voice was sharp as he pulled away from the wall again, readying himself in case he needed to pull Sirius off of Ron.

Sirius lowered his arms and stood up straight while gasping until he caught his breath. Finally, he grabbed Ron by the shirt collar and pulled him into a headlock, then turned to look at Hermione, pointing with his free hand as he snarled, “And, that is the result of my stupidity.”

Ron's eyes followed Sirius' hand as he pointed it at Hermione's belly, her own pale hand going over it protectively. Sirius shoved him away in disgust and turned, walking away as he cursed under his breath. Ron stood still, looking at Hermione and watching her tears fall, an overwhelming mix of emotions assaulting him as he knelt down in front of her, a hand tentatively reaching out to touch her belly. “Hermione, I, honest, I don't remember. I, I didn't know. I...”

“It's, it's okay, Ron. Really.” She wiped away the tears on her cheeks, tears that were replaced almost immediately. “You, you wouldn't want to remember that day, anyway.”

Sirius overheard Hermione's whisperings and stomped back until he stood behind Ron. “Oh, my dear, why wouldn't he want to remember that day?” Ron looked up at Sirius a moment before standing up, positioning himself in front of her. “He didn't do any more on that day than he's done since then. Remember, Ron, you had that huge crush on me? You remember, don't you, Ron? You remember what you'd do for me?”

Ron blushed, his eyes going down hastily. “Uh, yeah, Sirius, yeah.”

Remus continued to lean against the wall, listening with disgust in his heart, unable to stop Sirius.

“I'm sure you do.” Sirius smiled evilly. “But, I guess I should inform you that when I performed the memory charm on you, erasing your memories of playing around with my Kitten, that I also implanted your ardent feelings for me. Just to get back at you for taking my Kitten's love from me. She pined away for you for awhile, and I've been working to stamp it out of her. But, of course, she became pregnant with your brat – it's kind of hard to stamp the love a woman has for another man when she's pregnant with his fucking spawn, now isn't it?”

Ron, pale as a ghost, merely stood with a blank look on his face, struggling to process all that Sirius had said, struggling with his own emotions as he remembered how much he had cried over Sirius when the man had broken up with him, how lost he had felt. And now, to find out those were implanted feelings and not his own? On top of finding out he was going to be a father without remembering his first sex act with a woman? And having it revealed to others that he was having a sexual relationship with his sister? And that Kreacher had been watching them and telling all to Sirius as well as providing the contraceptive potion? Overwhelmed, Ron thought he was going to faint – either faint or vomit, he wasn't sure. Quickly, he sat down and put his head in his hands.

Sirius took a step back, his anger boiling over at the memory of his Kitten giving Ron a pathetic look of love while she was chained down on the bed, and what he had done to Ron afterwards, an unwanted tidal wave of sudden guilt washing over him, sparking a new flash of anger as he struggled to deal with his own emotions. “FUCK! Mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch! Why can't things go right for me? Just once! Just fucking once!? HUH! WHY?” Again, he stomped off yelling. The kids watched as Remus grabbed Sirius by the arm and began talking with him, trying to reason with him. Ginny sucked in a fearful gasp of surprise as the men began to scuffle when they started to argue violently. All three winced when Remus pushed Sirius against the wall, talking urgently with the man, each alarmed and confused when Sirius began to cry.

Nervously, Ron tore his eyes away from the two men and looked at Hermione, so glad in his heart to see her once again after fearing for so long over what had happened to her - worrying incessantly over her safety, fearing she was dead, or worse, being tormented by Death Eaters.

“Hermione, I, I don't know what to say. I mean, I, I...”

“It's Okay, Ron, really. You didn't know. It wasn't your fault, I know that. Really.”

He knelt down in front of her again. “Is it really mine? I mean, how do you know? I mean, I know how you know, I'm being stupid, I know the charms you used to find out. I just, I, it's just.... strange, to see you so, so pregnant, so big, and then find out it's mine.” He rubbed her belly gently. “My baby. It's really my baby? Wow.”

“Yes, she's yours.” Hermione put her hand on Ron's, smiling at him through her tears.

“It's a girl? We're going to have a little girl?” Ron looked at her belly as he rubbed it with both hands, hoping the baby would move a little so he could feel it. “Wow, Mum's going to have a cow over this. But she'll love her, I know she will.”

Hermione had never thought anyone else but Sirius, Kreacher, and herself would know about the baby. Then, Remus became aware and she added him to her list of people that would know. She looked sadly at Ron, not knowing if the memory of his child would be charmed away when he was taken upstairs. She smiled wanly, not wanting to burst his bubble by voicing her fears, sure he wouldn't remain on her list of those who would know.

“Yes, I suppose she will, Ron.”

Ron looked closely at Hermione's neck, noticing the red leather necklace for the first time and reaching up to grab at the gold heart that dangled from it, reading it's inscription.

“Is this, this is in French. Extraordinary Sex... Sex slave? Merlin, Hermione. You're his sex slave? He has the nerve to have that inscribed on a necklace and force you to wear it?” His voice was so indignant it nearly squeaked.

Hermione blushed with shame and looked down at her hands, tears in her eyes.

“Don't worry about it, Hermione. I mean, I'll take care of that when we get you back upstairs with me, where you belong.”

“Ron, I...” Hermione couldn't finish her sentence, her emotions overwhelming her as she realized Ron was disgusted with Sirius and not with her. For the first time, she felt a glimmer of hope that if she were to escape this room, that she wouldn't be ostracized and left alone, an outcast with a closet full of shame to keep locked away forever.

“Honest, Hermione, everything will be okay once we get you back upstairs.”

“When is the baby due, Hermione?” A terse voice cut into their quiet conversation.

Both Ron and Hermione turned their heads to look at Ginny. Her hands were in her lap, her fingers twirling about a piece of string fraying from her shirt. She knew she shouldn't feel so jealous, but she was. Hermione was having the baby she wanted, the baby she could never have because Ron was her brother. And Ron was talking about staying by Hermione's side – did that mean he was going to abandon her for Hermione and their baby? She struggled to keep tears from welling up as she tried to tamp down her anger at the injustice of the situation.

Hermione looked from Ginny to Ron, then back again. “Um, not long. I'm, um, over eight months.”

“She's almost thirty-five weeks along now. Exactly to the day I made her mine.” They all jumped, not realizing Sirius had walked back up to them. They saw how red his eyes were, a few tear-stains still on his cheeks. His words were barely above a hissed whisper, but there was no missing the aphoristic bitterness of his tone. “Why I had to get carried away and let you jam that fucking jizzum up into her, I'll never know. Fuck, that definitely was not one of my smarter moves.”

“What, what are you going to do to the baby, after,” Ron struggled to swallow, “after she's born?”

“I don't know yet, Ron. Maybe I'll start my own harem with your brats. Maybe I'll have you come down and shove your cum up into her so I can have my own harem! I'll be surrounded by little red-headed bitches! Oh, yes, I will. And I'll make the boys Eunuch's to protect my harem!”

Ron's hands spasmed on Hermione's belly. “Blimey, you've gone nuts! You're blooming crazy!”

Sirius pointed his wand at Ron, his hand shaking with his anger. “Don't fucking call me crazy, Ron. The next time you do, you won't live to take another breath. Got that?”

Ron hesitated, not sure how serious Sirius' words were. Finally, he nodded silently.

“Speak to me when I ask you a question.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I got it.”

“Good.”

“Master?”

They all turned to look at Hermione – Ron and Ginny with surprise that she called him 'Master', Remus still cringing that she did so, and Sirius with a smile, gloating that he had so much control over her.

“What will you do with my baby after she's born?” She had been wondering ever since she found out she was pregnant, both wanting the baby to stay with her and wanting her taken out of the room, someplace safe. Her lips trembled as she waited for an answer, her eyes big with worry.

“Like I said, I don't know yet.”

“Sirius, don't do this to them.” Hermione looked at Remus, thinking how horribly tired he sounded.

“Yeah, Sirius! Don't you dare hurt my baby!”

“Oh, really Ron. What do you propose to do to stop me?” Sirius gave Ron a mocking look of curiosity, looking him up and down with disdain. “Why? You want the brat?”

Ron jumped up and pointed his finger at Sirius threateningly. “Of course I do! I want both Hermione and the baby! I want both of them with me!”

“Tut, tut, tut, Ron. You aren't exactly in a position to be making demands, now are you?” Sirius smiled as he heard Kreacher chuckle behind him.

Ron put his arm down slowly, his face slackening as Sirius' words rang true. He suddenly felt nervous once again, now worried how Sirius was going to respond to his thoughtless act of bravado.

“I don't know what I'm going to do with the brat right now. Hermione wants it, so whatever I do, I have to think seriously about it.” He bent over and pulled at Hermione's neckline, his finger pulling away with a sharp snap as the material bounced back against her cleavage. “Besides, all I want is her tittie-milk. Right, Kreacher? The both of us can't wait to get ourselves a taste. She'll be suckling the both of us. Oh, yes, she will.”

Ron's face screwed up at the mental image. “Sirius, come on, man. Don't do that to her!”

Ginny's worried voice piped up. “You're going to starve the baby?”

“Of course not!” Ginny brought her arms up at the sound of anger in Sirius' voice, partially covering her face as he turned to face her, a fist raised. “What do you take me for?” Lowering his fist, he stood up slowly. “The brat can have formula. I get the tittie-milk.” He eyed Ginny lustily. “I bet you'd like a little taste of it when she begins to let down, wouldn't you, Ginny?”

Ginny took in a short breath of disgust. “No!”

“Leave her alone, Sirius! Don't say things like that to her!”

“Why? You have no idea where that mouth of hers has been already. Oh, no, you don't. She's been down here before, but she doesn't remember, do you, my Little Doe?”

“Little Doe?” Ron looked back and forth between Sirius and Ginny, a look of confusion on his face. “What, what do you mean she's been down here?”

At the same time Ron was talking, Ginny was exclaiming, “I've never been down here before!”

Sirius addressed Ginny first. “Oh, yes you have, my dear. You and my Kitten had a splendid time together. An absolutely smashing time. You have proven that you can work that mouth of yours beautifully.” He rubbed his dick through his pants as he raised and lowered his eyebrows lecherously, smiling as Ginny put a hand up to her mouth in horror. He lost his smile as he turned to Ron. “Isn't that what they call female rabbits? Does? And the males are called bucks. So, I have here, before me, a brother and sister who have been fucking each other like rabbits. Hence, you are my Little Doe and you are my Buck.” He pointed at Ginny, then at Ron, as he made the last statement.

Kreacher laughed loudly at Sirius' little naming ceremony. He couldn't wait for things to get going with the Kitten, the Little Doe, the Buck, the Wolf, and the big black Animagus dog. Oh, no, he couldn't. He had himself a special little zoo down here in the slave room – one where all the different species mated with each other [he laughed again] just like rabbits. And he was the Zoo Keeper. He laughed heartily at the thought.

He rubbed himself as he thought about all the fun he was going to have, his eyes wandering over to Little Doe. He couldn't wait for Master to watch The Rabbits fucking each other, he knew his Master would be happy to see the Buck humping his sister like there was no tomorrow, just like he did several times a day – Kreacher chuckled to himself as he thought about how the teenagers were so hormonal that he could count on watching them going at it at least once a day, with him hiding in the room and masturbating as they worked each other to sinful orgasm.

He eyed Little Doe's tits as he licked his lips; he'd been wanting to suck on them ever since the first time he watched them going at each other. And, now, he was going to have his chance. From now on, as a matter of fact. His eyes lowered to the apex of her legs, knowing he'd soon have a taste of her 'nether region nectar'. He'd make sure she never refused him his desires after today. Oh, yes, he definitely would. He was going to have himself his very own set of sex slaves, one upstairs and one downstairs, both of whom wouldn't be able to turn him away. He looked at the Buck, making a mental note to make sure he was instructed to either join in on the fun or to walk out and leave him alone with his Upstairs Slave so he could do as he pleased. He basked in the wonderment of his luck – he was in heaven, absolute heaven. He just knew the Lestrange elves were going to be even greener with envy than they already were.

Sirius clapped his hands together several times as if he were a school teacher trying to gain the attention of some wayward students, looking around him with a big smile on his face, his eyes seeming to glitter with merriment.

Ron thought it eerie how Sirius could be screaming in an absolute rage one minute, then acting as if he were tickled pink the next. He sat down between the girls, grabbing each of their hands and pulling them into his lap, holding them tightly as he waited for Sirius to tell them what he wanted.

“So, why do I have you all here today? That's what you are wondering, isn't it?”

Ron and Ginny nodded their heads warily, both feeling the danger in the air becoming heavier with each passing moment. They looked at each other as they squeezed each others hands, Ron leaning over briefly and murmuring something into her ear.

Hermione's shoulders slumped as she sagged further back into the couch, her head hanging down miserably. She knew what Sirius wanted, and she wished Sirius would Obliviate her mind along with the others once he was done, but she knew he wouldn't. She clutched Ron's hand tighter, wishing he was holding her body against him tightly in a protective hug – wishing they were in some magical fairytale land where people lived happily ever after.

“Well, we all know the two of you have been fucking each other like sinful little rabbits for a while now. I guess, though, that Remus would call you unfortunate little rabbits, wouldn't you, Remus?”

Remus glared daggers, his lips pursed.

Sirius' eyes fell on Ginny, who quickly looked down at her hands, not daring to look up at him again.

“By the way, Ron, was she a virgin for you?” He kept his eyes on Ginny as he spoke. “I bet she was. The last time she was down here, I almost took her virginity, you know, but stopped myself because I knew Harry wanted her.” Sirius stopped briefly when he saw the surprise on Ginny's face. “Oh, yes, my Little Doe, he wants you. That Cho girl isn't for him, you are. So, I didn't fuck you because I thought you'd give my Godson, Harry, your virginity. But, what did you do? You gave it to your brother instead, you fucking little slut.”

“She's not a slut, Sirius! Don't call her that!”

“All girls are sluts, Ron. It's about time you learned the truth about that.”

“Sirius, don't tell him stuff like that!”

“Shut it, Remus. You know it's true. Look at how good a fuck Hermione was for you. She's fucking a whole slew of men and you dare tell me she's not a slut?”

Remus grabbed Sirius by the throat, pulling himself close, keeping his voice a low enough snarl that the others couldn't hear his words. “Spoken by a man who says he's not making her into a whore.” Remus pushed Sirius away roughly. “Or, am I wrong about that?”

Sirius had grabbed hold of Remus' wrist with both hands, trying to pull his fist off his throat, unable to respond to Remus' snarled words until he was thrust backwards. “Fucking-A, Remus, you bastard!” He swung at Remus with his fist, missing the other man's jaw by a hair.

Staring at Sirius after having made his point, Remus backed up silently, hands up, putting his back against the wall once again.

Sirius stood silently for a few minutes, everyone watching him, waiting nervously, not sure what he was about to do. Slowly, he walked back and forth in front of the couch; staring at the kids as they sat in fear, glancing at Remus as he glared back, flicking his eyes at Kreacher repeatedly as he thought about what Remus had snarled in his ear. Suddenly, he stopped his pacing, his eyes fixed on the elf.

“Kreacher, why didn't you protect me when Remus grabbed my throat?”

“I was prepared to, had you been unable to pull him from you, Master.”

Sirius glared at Kreacher for a long moment before continuing his pacing. Finally, he stopped for a split second before stomping towards Remus, shoving himself against the other man as he growled, “She isn't a whore, Remus. She's never accepted money for her services.”

Remus stared at Sirius, not believing the man before him continued to rationalize his actions in such an irrational manner. “Believe what you want, Sirius.”

“All women are sluts! You know that! They all want to fuck!”

“And men are?”

“Men are what?”

“Men want to fuck as well, Sirius. Why is it wrong for a woman to want sex? Why do men put that burden of guilt on women?”

“Guilt? I'm not laying any guilt on her!”

“You force her to do things that she doesn't want to do, then you call her names because she did what you wanted. Derogatory names. You're trying to place blame on Hermione, when she is blameless.”

“I'm not saying that what she did was wrong, Remus.”

“Oh? You could have fooled me.”

“Shut up, Remuuuuuuuuuuuuuus! Shut the fuck up!”

The two men stared venomously at one another before Sirius spoke again. “Don't try to act like you're completely blameless yourself, Remus. You certainly haven't minded fucking the shit out of her every day for the last few days, now have you?”

Remus glared at Sirius. “Oh! But that potion you forced me to take had nothing to do with it, is that right?”

“It gave you a whopping hard-on, but you didn't have to suck and fuck her!”

Ginny and Ron shot looks of surprise at Remus, then turned their faces away in embarrassment. At the same time, Hermione pulled her hand away from Ron, a sudden overwhelming feeling of shame and dirtiness coming over her. Ron reached over and snatched her hand back, pulling it up to his mouth and giving it a kiss before clutching it to his chest.

Smiling triumphantly at Remus' silence, Sirius turned to watch Ron as he kissed Hermione's hand, remarking, “Oh, how sweet. Does little Ronnikins love his Hermione?” He cocked an eyebrow. “We'll see once you've seen her in action, my boy. We'll see.”

“Jesus, Sirius. Do you have to torment them? Torment us all? Must you?” Remus came up behind Sirius and grabbed him by the shoulder, trying to turn him around. Instantly, Sirius twisted his body, ducking his shoulder down low while bringing one arm up to block a blow and the other up with his wand, a curse on his lips.

Glaring contemptuously, Sirius struggled to get himself under control as he growled, “Watch it, Remus, you almost bought yourself a one-way ticket to Never-Never Land.” Taking a step back, he laughed when he saw the look on Remus' face. “You think I've never heard of the Muggle story called 'Peter Pan'? I'm sure you know of Sir James Barrie, don't you?” He paused a second as Remus nodded hesitantly, not sure where Sirius was going with his comment. “Yes, I thought you knew of him, the famous author of 'Peter Pan'. What most people don't know is that he was a Muggle-born wizard. My mother told me all about him, about how the little-shit of a man tried to woo her and how she rejected him because he wasn't Pure-blood. Why do you think he gave the rights of the story to that children's hospital all those years ago? So he could ensure none of his money went to the Pure-blood wizards who rejected him. Clever, wasn't he? All that money going to Muggle society instead of into Gringotts!”

Sirius laughed out loud. “To think, I could have been a Barrie instead of a Black! Well, maybe. There were stories about him being asexual, and that, my friends, is something I am definitely far from being. Oh, yes, I am.” His gaze swept over them before he stopped to stare intently at Ron and Ginny.

“I want to watch you two go at it – Just. Like. The. Fucking. Little. Rabbits. You. Are.”

“What?” Ron shot out of the couch and stepped in front of Ginny. “No! No, we're not having sex in, in front of you! No way!”

Sirius smiled at Ron and continued to talk, not pausing, acting as if he never heard Ron's declaration. “My Kitten and I will join you. Oh, and Kreacher, too.” He glanced behind him before turning back to Ron. “If Remus feels so inclined, he may join in, as well. But, he's a party-pooper who has morals, so he probably won't.”

Stunned silence greeted him.

“Now, don't be shy! Uh, Ron, don't bother going for your wand! Kreacher grabbed it before you got down here, that sly elf! The only person here who has a wand is me, and I plan to use it to my advantage.”

“We won't do it, Sirius! You're sick!”

“I'm sick? I'm sick? You're the one fucking your sister and you call me sick? That's rich, that really is!” He paused a moment, a hard glint in his eye, his tone leveling. “Ron, you'll soon realize that I always get what I want. Especially with Kreacher around.”

Sirius smiled as he turned to look at the dumbfounded people in the room, then clapped his hands together. “So, let's get started.”

Sirius shoved Ron roughly out of the way and grabbed Ginny by the arm with one hand while pulling at her shirt with the other as she screamed and struggled against him.

“Leave her go, Sirius!”

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Story Date: April 25, 1996 (3:54am)

“Master!”

“Mmmmmph...”

“Master! Wake up!”

“Wha- what is it? Kreacher?” Voice slurred, Sirius sat up slowly, leaning back heavily on an arm.

Kreacher screwed his face up, his nose detecting the strong odor of Master's rum emanating off of him in waves. Master had been drinking again.

“Yes, Master.”

“What do you want?” Sirius groused as he struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

“The Mudblood is in the closet again.”

“Hermione? She's having another nightmare? Ungph, shit!” Sirius flopped back, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Fuck.” He covered his eyes with an arm, his body relaxing, his breathing slowing.

Kreacher waited a moment, then prodded Sirius' arm when his Master made no move to get up.

“Go get Remus.” Yawning, Sirius rolled over, turning his back on Kreacher. “He can deal with her middle-of-the-night emotional breakdowns from now on, I'm too fucking tired.”

Kreacher hesitated. “Yes, Master.”

A split second later, Kreacher was prodding the arm of a sleeping form in another bedroom.

“Wolf! Wake up!”

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Story Date: April 27, 1996

Remus sat at the kitchen table, his hair wet from the shower he had just taken after spending a few fatiguing hours with Hermione and Sirius, his eyes going uneasily from Albus to Severus.

This had been an exhausting week, both emotionally and physically. He no longer found himself able to fight the sexual urges he had, but he did continue to struggle to be gentle with Hermione, fearing her going into labor as he used her.

Sirius insisted he come down daily now, and, to his everlasting shame, he found himself powerless to refuse. Sirius, of course, was elated that he didn't need that damned potion from Kreacher to perform; secretly, Remus wondered if he would even need it before the next full moon – his body seemed so sexually charged that he felt like he was a pubescent teen all over again. Even though he couldn't wait to get downstairs each day to relieve his aching libido, he found himself wanting to crawl under a rock whenever he thought about how he was helping Sirius abuse Hermione. He tried to tell himself that the girl seemed to respond to him of her own accord, that she seemed happy to see him even though she knew why he was there, and she always seemed to enjoy his touch. In fact, her noisy, energetic orgasms nearly drove him wild with desire. It was unnatural how she would orgasm so often; he had never seen or heard of anything like it. He was sure she wasn't faking it; he had begun to watch her responses carefully, and was pretty sure that if she was faking an orgasm she wouldn't be so ungodly wet between her legs.

Thankfully, she didn't cry anymore after they were done, which he guessed was due to the fact that the awkwardness and pain of the situation had become a routine daily event she had finally dealt with. She actually cuddled up to him afterwards, sometimes eliciting a second bout of carnal delights that, impossibly, seemed more intense than the first round.

He frowned a moment, thinking about how he had begun to enjoy sharing her with Sirius and that damned, ever-present elf. He never, in a million years, thought he'd like to share a woman in that way. It was all so strange, so twisted and bizarre, and yet, so fucking intoxicating.

He remembered the day he entered the room and saw how they had her chained to the bed because she was 'being punished' for daring to fight Sirius. She had fought him when Sirius wanted her to remove her nightgown the second time he had been brought down – the day they became lovers – and Sirius wound up violently ripping the nightgown off of her.

He recalled how angry he had been when he saw her chained to the bed, actually shouting at Sirius about his inhumane treatment of her, and demanding he remove the cuffs from her immediately. His anger had turned to horror when Sirius demanded he force himself on her while she was helplessly spread-eagled on that fucking bed. And he wound up doing it, with Sirius directing him as he climbed on top of her and forced her to suck his dick, her gagging while he rammed himself into her still ringing in his ears. Now, every time he was brought down, it had become a ritual for him to climb on her and either shove his cock in her mouth or to fuck her tits and cum on her face while she lay there, spread-eagled, chained to the bed, defenseless, before Sirius would release her. But, that was just the beginning of what Sirius would make them do together. Just the beginning.

He shifted in his seat, suddenly aware of an erection beginning to build as he thought about Hermione. Her name said in his presence was enough to elicit a flare of desire - a flare he was slowly losing the battle to extinguish. He rubbed himself unconsciously as he continued to think about the problem at hand.

He was disturbed by the fact that he found himself thinking about her constantly, and he worried that Kreacher was the reason for his sudden overwhelming fixation on her. Sexually, he was very satisfied with the week's activities, but emotionally, he was a wreck. One reason was that fiasco that had occurred with the Weasley kids. He was still having nightmares about it; it saddened him greatly that whenever he saw Ron or Ginny anymore, they would cringe and do their best to get away from him as soon as possible. He went from being their favorite ex-Defense of the Dark Arts Professor to being witness to their shame. The twins, thankfully, remembered nothing of what had happened to them, so they were merely perplexed by how everyone was acting around them instead of being upset. On top of that, he had to deal with a tearful break-up with 'Dora, a woman he truly wanted a long-term relationship with. But, he just couldn't continue to see her, not while he was doing Hermione. And Ginny. He couldn't forget what he had been forced to do to her and with her. And, of course, there was... He clamped his mind shut, not wanting to remember anything that was happening downstairs in the room where Sirius' parents kept their sex slaves, knowing that the original purpose of the room continued on to this day.

He just didn't know how Sirius could live with himself after forcing people to do things with each other that he knew they didn't want to do.

Then, he thought about Hermione's nightmares. His heart practically being wrenched from his chest when he saw her glazed eyes and heard her screaming about some type of green monster. He was so tired from dealing with her nightmares every night, but he wouldn't dream of not going down to try and help her out of her distress. He couldn't believe how she struggled to cower in that armoir with her big belly. The first night he had tried to drag her out, but quickly abandoned that idea when she freaked out, kicking and screaming like a woman possessed. She had numerous bruises on her once she finally climbed out of that closet and climbed into his lap. Since that night, he had learned that convincing her that he was present and was going to protect her had been the easiest way to get her to come out. It was strange to have her looking straight at him, to have her talking to him, and yet she didn't know it was him before her. It took only a few minutes to convince her that he was who he said he was, and then she'd meekly climb out and crawl into his lap like a child. He would hold her until she fell asleep and then bring her to her bed where she apparently slept peacefully the rest of the night.

He had tried to talk Kreacher into letting him stay down there with her, but the elf was adamant that he be brought back to his room right away. Each night, after he put her back to bed, he made sure to give her a kiss, the need to do that becoming a compulsion.

Remus struggled to get the images of Hermione and the others out of his mind and tried to focus his attention on the men before him. He sighed deeply, letting his air out through pursed lips as he brought himself under control. He noticed Albus and Severus glance at each other, wondering what they were thinking.

“What did you wish to discuss with me, Albus?”

“I find it somewhat difficult to bring this up to you, Remus. But, there are a few things bothering me that I'd like to discuss.”

“Oh? Such as?”

Remus stared at Albus a moment before looking down at his hands.

“I've noticed some changes in the people who are staying in this house, Remus. For example, the youngest Weasley children have become very subdued. Miss Weasley refuses to leave her room except on rare occasions, and she refuses to speak with Molly about what is wrong.”

Remus pursed his lips but said nothing, his hands nervously running through his hair.

“You've broken up with Nymphadora, something I never expected.”

Looking away, Remus struggled to keep tears out of his eyes. He never thought he'd be brought to tears in front of Severus and Albus, but here he was, struggling to keep that from occurring.

“A few weeks ago, Molly overheard you and Sirius arguing as she came up the steps. She heard one of you mention Miss Granger's name as well as some other disturbing remarks. She is convinced Sirius has Miss Granger held captive and that you were fighting him to set her free. Is this so?”

Albus paused a moment, watching Remus carefully as he waited for an answer. Not getting any, he continued on.

“The both of you have been acting very peculiar lately, as well. Something grave has happened between you. You've gone from good friends to enemies. Would you care to tell us what is going on?”

“I can't, Albus. I would if I could, but I can't.”

“You can't? Are you, perhaps, embarrassed by what you would have to say?”

Remus looked Albus in the eye. “No, I literally can't tell you about what's going on.”

Albus mused a moment, his eyes locked on Remus'. Suddenly, he sat back in the chair, his face going lax. “The Vow? You've been forced to perform the Unbreakable Vow?”

Severus moved slightly. Remus couldn't tell exactly what his shifting was, but he saw it in his peripheral vision. Briefly, he turned his head to look in the dark man's direction before turning to look at Albus again. Hesitantly, he nodded.

“You cannot discuss this matter with anyone. I take it that was one of the clauses in the Vow?”

Again, Remus nodded.

“Severus, do you know, if he was instructed to not discuss something as a clause in the Vow, would he be able to write it down? Or, perhaps, show it via Legilimency or via a Pensieve?”

“It depends upon the wording of the clause. Unfortunately, we probably won't be able to lift the memories from him using Legilimency since Remus is an accomplished enough Occlumens that he can block without consciously trying. It would also be dangerous since there is no control using this method.”

“The Pensieve?”

“I will need time to inquire in regards to a Pensieve. Most likely, he will be able to use it for his own verification of the wording, but he will probably be restricted in what he may show others. Again, it all depends upon the wording of the Vow.” He sighed as he crossed his ankles while leaning against the counter. “Our discussing of the Vow could theoretically put Remus in jeopardy.”

“Remus?”

“I have to remember the wording exactly, but I'm pretty sure it was that I can't disclose anything, anything at all, about certain specifics that I can't name.”

“I would imagine this has something to do with what Molly overheard?”

Remus nodded slowly, his eyes continuing to look at his hands. Albus briefly turned to look at Severus before turning back at Remus.

Remus knew it was a long-shot, but he proposed an idea. “Perhaps, if you were to guess? If I shake my head no, then it's no. But if I don't do anything, then you know it's yes? Will that work?”

“Remus, unfortunately, that would be a way of disclosing the information. You cannot willingly disclose the facts as you know them, that is, if you are indeed recalling the wording correctly.” Severus looked at Albus. “I don't see a way around the wording in the clause, Albus.”

“You will inquire as to the possibility of Remus using the Pensieve so he may be sure of the wording of the Vow?”

“Of course.”

“Remus, I am owner of a Pensieve; a very ancient stone specimen, but a fine one. Once it is back in my possession, I shall allow you to use it for this matter.”

“Thank-you.” Remus had heard that Albus owned a Pensieve, knowing how rare they were, he had been hesitant to ask if he may borrow it. He was relieved, knowing he would soon find out the exact wording of the Vow and possibly getting Hermione out of her trussed-up prison.

Albus sat back, his fingers steepled before him. “Remus, let me tell you what I suspect, just so you know where I'm at in regards to what is happening with you. I may be off by a mile, as the Muggles say, but I may also hit the nail on the head.”

“All right, go ahead.”

“I believe that you have seen Miss Granger. If you could, I know you would rescue her, which leads me to believe she is in a situation that would put her in grave danger if you were to try and remove her. Somehow, Sirius is involved. We know Bella is.”

Remus sat forward, his hands splayed out on the table, horror in his voice. “Bella! Bellatrix Lestrange?”

Albus stared quietly at Remus, his eyebrows going up for a moment.

“I am glad to hear your surprise at that bit of news, Remus. Very glad. You have not seen her then?”

“No, no, I haven't seen her.” 'Sirius is letting Hermione go with Bella? How could he? Merlin, what does that woman do to Hermione? Sirius has a lot of explaining to do when I see him!'

“I believe Miss Granger is somewhere in this house because my tracking charm has not placed you outside, or Sirius, when the two of you disappear. Sirius' tracking charm hasn't gone off for months, so I'm sure she is contained within the confines of this home.”

Remus said nothing, just watched Albus as he spoke, doing his best to keep still and not give any information away.

“Remus, is there any chance you could take us to her?”

Remus looked down at his hands, playing with his shaking fingers.

“If I made a Portkey for you, would you give it to her?”

Remus looked up to stare at Albus, not sure how to answer. If he said it wouldn't work, the Vow would get him. If he said he'd take it to her, they'd wonder why she didn't show up when she should have. Or, worse yet, Kreacher or Sirius would show up. He sat back a moment, wondering if that would be a good idea – to allow one of them to be Ported to Albus with the Portkey. Albus would know for sure they were involved if that happened. But, it would only work outside the room.

“I take it that that is not a viable solution?”

Remus didn't answer, hoping his non-answer wouldn't set off the Vow.

“All right, Remus. I think this would be a good time to close this meeting before I inadvertently get you in trouble with the Vow.”

“Thank-you. Good evening, Albus.” Remus stood, giving a nod towards both men. “Severus.”

Once Remus left, Albus turned to look at Severus. “Well, we now know she is with Sirius. He reacted to my comment about Bella but not when I commented about Sirius.”

“I noticed that as well.”

“I never thought Sirius would resort to something so heinous, to take a young girl and hide her from her friends. Somehow, I just never envisioned him doing something like that.”

Severus nodded with a low grunt, his brooding thoughts grudgingly agreeing with the Headmaster.

“Something very wrong is going on. First Miss Granger disappears, then all this chaos occurring with those who are staying here. Perhaps it would be best if we found a new place to house Headquarters.”

“That may be best, I agree.”

“I just don't like the thought of abandoning Miss Granger. She can't be Ported out or, obviously, Apparated out. She is in this house, Severus, I sense it. But, how to find her? If the place where she is detained has the Fidelius Charm on it, we'll never find her.”

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Story Date: April 29, 2006

Sirius lay on his bed, his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft as he thought about 'The Night of the Weasley's'. That had been just two days ago and he dearly wished he could have a repeat performance of that night. He began to stroke himself faster, closing his eyes and reminiscing, once again, about what had happened after he had started pulling Ginny's shirt off and Ron had foolishly tried to stop him.

'Ah, Gods, what a perfect curse the Imperius is! I can't believe I thought it was a terrible curse to use on another person at one time!'

He smiled as he remembered Imperiusing Ron, then having him forcibly remove Ginny's clothing as she begged him to stop. 'Oh, Merlin, she has nice tits - not as nice as my Kitten's, but they were good enough for all of us that night.'

He had been fascinated to watch when he made Ron suck on those tits, her nipples becoming hard in spite of her crying and begging Ron to stop. 'Gods, and when he went down on her and sucked her twat, I thought my dick would explode!' He thought about how she had tried to fight, finally having to be chained down, spread-eagled on the bed, by Ron so he could perform for Sirius unhindered. And, when Kreacher joined in on the action, Little Doe's face a look of horror as she watched Kreacher climb on top of her, he had to grab his Kitten and make her take care of him while he struggled to watch Ron and Kreacher doing a screaming Ginny.

Sirius chuckled, remembering how he had to Imperius Remus when he had tried to be the 'Knight in Shining Armor', valiantly though stupidly trying to stop Ron, The Buck, from raping his sister. After that, he decided to just Imperius the two girls as well so he could enjoy himself instead of having to struggle to get them to do what he wanted. His smile became broader – he didn't actually Imperius Little Doe until after she had been thoroughly used while chained in her spread-eagled pose, completely powerless to stop the assault on her body. She became quite accomplished with sucking dick by her third lesson with Kreacher, and was an expert by the time Ron got to use her mouth – he had been last after Kreacher, himself, and Remus had each been gobbled a few times. He laughed when he remembered Ron furiously jacking-off, begging to be allowed to use his sister as he watched her servicing them, it was so reminiscent of the time he begged to fuck Hermione it wasn't funny.

Sirius squirmed on the bed, his hand working his shaft faster as he remembered what he had made the twins do to Little Doe after Kreacher brought them down to join in on the fun. 'Gods, the looks on their faces when they saw The Buck busily fucking their little sister while she was chained to the bed! Another set of noble do-gooder's who became fodder for fucking. I'll have to Imperius them again in the future, watching the pair fuck their baby sister was fascinating!'

He became even harder when he heard the soft Pop! of Kreacher entering the room, knowing what was about to happen. He wasn't disappointed, within moments of arriving, Kreacher was attending to his Master.

“Gods, Kreacher, yes! That feels so good!” He lay twitching and pulling on his sheets as he allowed Kreacher to work him expertly. “Kreacher! Kreacher, yes! Oh fuck, you're so good!”

Sirius let his mind wander back to the other night, remembering when he had finally gotten to sink his dick into Little Doe's hot quim after she had been forced to drink a potent fertility potion, knowing that the next man who fucked her should get her pregnant if all went well. It had felt so good to finally fuck the cunt he knew would belong to the famous “Boy who Lived” someday, knowing he'd had her first. He'd never tell Harry, of course, but it was titillating to know he had fucked the famous boy's future wife first. Sirius scowled a moment. 'Well, not first. Ron got to pop her cherry. But, she's mine now, anytime I want her.'

He wondered if the girl was pregnant with his child yet. He decided that maybe she needed another go with that potion, and thought he should be the one to pour it down her lovely little throat instead of Ron this time.

“Kreacher, bring me Little Doe! I want her to do me! I want to fuck her!”

“Yes, Master.”

Kreacher disappeared with a Pop!, then reappeared with Ginny after a few minutes. Sirius looked up at her from where he lay in the bed, seeing her eyes go from his face down to his fisted cock and back again.

“No! No! Let me go, Kreacher! Let me go!”

Sirius smiled as he calmly grabbed his wand.

“Imperio!”

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Story Date: April 30, 1996 (early in the evening)

Severus entered his quarters from his hidden doorway after leaving the Headmaster's office, sensing something amiss with his wards as he neared the stone door. Quickly Disillusioning himself, he cautiously stepped over the threshold with wand at the ready. Soundlessly, he slid behind a ceiling-to-floor portrait, his eyes scanning the room for the intruder.

Standing near his wine cabinet, Severus saw a tall figure with long blond hair in the process of pouring himself a drink. Already having identified the intruder as Lucius Malfoy, he carefully stepped from behind the portrait and glided silently towards the other man, wand still drawn. He waved his wand towards his main entrance, the door most people used to enter his quarters, causing a knocking sound. Unruffled at the unexpected sound, Lucius turned to look at the door as he finished pouring himself a drink, applying a chilling charm to it's contents as he picked the glass up and swirled the amber liquid about, sniffing it expectantly.

“Severus, do come out, your game of hide-and-seek can be quite tiresome.”

Severus remained still, not giving his location away as he carefully caused a loud clanging to sound from a large bell that hung from the ceiling, his eyes continuing to scan the room for others. Thus far, he only felt the one man in his rooms, though he wanted to be sure.

“Come, Severus, I know how much you hate it when I break your wards, but let's not be childish and have a tantrum.”

Re-illuminating himself, Severus stepped in front of the other man, smirking when he noticed Lucius' fingers tighten slightly on his wineglass.

“What is it you want, Lucius?” He looked around, continuing the cautious observation of his rooms. “I have precious little time since term has begun again.”

Lucius watched as Severus crossed the room and sat on his couch, then followed him quietly, settling himself in a faded leather chair, elegantly putting his feet up on its matching brown ottoman. “My dear, Severus, have I taught you nothing about proper etiquette when addressing a guest?”

“Normally, Lucius, guests knock at the front door and wait to be invited in.”

The blond man chuckled. “True, true. But where is the fun in that?”

Severus tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment of the other man's words before spelling himself a glass of wine.

“So, Lucius, what brings you here unannounced... And, uninvited?”

“Just a social call, nothing more.”

“Oh? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, I do have a few things on the agenda before I pay a visit to the Headmaster.” Lucius smiled. “I need to discuss with Dumbledore my son's disappointing academic advancement in regards to a few of his classes.”

Severus nodded, knowing full well what Lucius planned. He knew Draco excelled in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he also knew Draco didn't do quite as well in his Ancient Runes or Care of Magical Creatures classes. And Lucius couldn't stand the thought of his son not being at the top of every class – his interference with his son's teachers nearly legendary.

Their conversation continued for a few more minutes about inconsequential matters; Severus patiently waiting for Lucius to get to the reason he had broken into his quarters instead of coming to visit publicly. Severus found the social etiquette of the Malfoy's and other 'high-society' families somewhat tiring, the word games they played before they got to the point long-winded affairs and a pointless waste of time. He much preferred the direct approach of the Dark Lord - at least you didn't sit and wonder what was coming for long. Finally, Severus sensed the timing was right to ask Lucius the reasoning for his social call.

After a lengthy pause, Lucius replied.

“I have been sent on an... errand... of sorts, Severus.”

“An errand.”

He sipped his wine, giving the liquid within his glass another cursory look. “Yes, by Bella.”

Severus stiffened slightly when Lucius mentioned the name of his own sister-in-law, wondering how the man tolerated the woman's presence, let alone conversing with her. “I see.”

Another edgy, prolonged pause.

“You know how I feel about Bella, Lucius.”

“Yes, yes, I do.” Lucius smiled lightly. “However, she feels, and I feel, that this would interest you greatly.”

“You do.” Severus considered the words Lucius was carefully using as well as his demeanor, and worry swelled in his heart. He was sure one of the things he did not want to happen was about to unfold. He straightened his long legs and crossed them at the ankles. “I see.”

Lucius stared at Severus' decussated ankles a moment, then took a leisurely sip of his wine before he continued talking with a sigh.

“You recall the Mudblood friend of the Potter boy?”

'Fuck!'

“What of her? My classes are finally quiet without her incessant whispering and nattering.”

Lucius' lip curled slightly as he nodded. “Well, she's become very quiet of late. No 'nattering' at all anymore.”

Severus looked at Lucius as he considered his words. “You know where the Mudblood is?” 'Damn it all to hell! I hate using that word!'

“I do.”

“Interesting.” He put his head back on the couch a moment, closing his eyes as he thought about what to say. “You do realize the damned Headmaster has been pestering me to try and find her?”

A chuckle. “I'm sure he has.”

“Why do you mention her to me, then?”

“Oh, surely, Severus, you would not relay this information to the wrong people, now would you?”

“You know me better than that, Lucius.” He sighed deeply, bringing his head up as he spoke and giving Lucius a level look. “But, I don't want any more complications in my life than I already have.”

A pause.

“I see.” Lucius drawled his words out as he looked at his empty glass, his lips pursed, not sure how to continue. “Severus, you know how insistent Bella is.”

“I do. But, she can be put off.”

“Mmmm, perhaps, on some things. But not with this one.”

Severus took in a deep sigh, letting it out slowly. “I take it Bella has the Mudblood?”

“She does.”

“For how long? The Mudblood has been gone for nearly nine months.” He looked at Lucius sharply. “I didn't think Bella knew how to keep Mudblood captives alive so long.”

Lucius laughed. “You know Bella so well. However, this Mudblood is special and Bella has taken great pains to keep her both sane, whole, and alive.”

“I see. And you are discussing her with me because...” Severus left the sentence open-ended.

“Bella wants you to have some fun with her.” Lucius glanced at the stony look on Severus' face. “Come now, Severus! You're all work and no play! This will be something for you to look forward to! We all know how you despise the Gryffindor students, and here you will have one to use purely for your enjoyment at any time you wish, as often as you wish. You could do anything you want with her, indulge yourself in your fantasies.” Lucius scratched his leg with a finger. “And, she's one you detest, which is just icing on the cake.”

“Is she not one of the three that was to be brought to the Dark Lord immediately if captured?”

The smile on Lucius' face faltered. “Well, yes, yes, she is.”

“Why has Bella not done so?”

“She plans to... when the time is right.”

“And, how does she plan to keep anyone who has 'had fun' with the Mudblood from being put to death for disobeying the Dark Lord's orders?”

“Severus! You are too serious!” Lucius took in a deep nervous breath. “Bella has a plan for using the Mudblood against the Potter boy, and will be bringing the girl to the Dark Lord when she unfolds this plan. She feels,” he corrected himself, “we feel this plan will be the undoing of Potter and will help the Dark Lord become victorious.”

“I see.”

“Yes. The Dark Lord will be pleased to hear the Mudblood has been broken for his uses so he does not have to deal with the petty job himself.”

“Indeed. And, how do I come to mind? Why, all of a sudden, if you've had her for so long?”

“I would imagine Bella is looking for some fresh meat, as it were, to use on the Mudblood.” His face became serious as he looked up, carefully watching Severus' face for any sign of being swayed. “Let us face it, old friend, when the girl sees her hated Professor preparing to use her as a woman, and not as a student, it would be most entertaining.”

“Fresh meat. I see.” He glanced at Lucius before looking at his feet again, lips pursed, brooding. “I take it others have had the girl first?”

“But, of course. She's been very thoroughly broken in.”

“You know how I don't like to share, Lucius.”

“Yes, yes.” Lucius sounded bored. “We all know that, Severus. Bella has promised you can have the girl all to yourself for a few hours and that you would be first for the day.”

“She also knows I don't do peep shows, which makes me wonder why she wants me to use the Mudblood if she won't be able to observe the action.”

“Well, that's the stickler.” Lucius smiled. “Bella does want to watch.”

“No.”

“Oh, come now, Severus! Here's your chance to get back at the Mudblood who plagued you all those years! The friend of Harry Potter!”

“No, Lucius. You know how I feel about Bella, I won't have her watching me use the Mudblood.”

Lucius took in a deep breath. “What if she weren't present? Would that sway you?”

'Damn it, Lucius! Leave it go!'

“Perhaps. I'll have to think on it.” He looked at Lucius gravely. “If the Headmaster ever caught wind of my having knowledge of the Mudblood, let alone finding out I used her, I'd never regain his trust back. Never. And the Dark Lord would be most displeased.”

“Yes, yes, we know.” He smiled at Severus, sure he had the other man convinced. “But, the girl can't escape. And, once the Dark Lord is done with her, she won't be allowed to survive. So, the worry will all be over when that time comes.”

“When do you suppose this plan of Bella's is set to begin?”

“Oh, in a month or two. Not long at all.”

“Do you know what the plan entails?”

“Some of it, not all.” Lucius sat up straighter. “Come now, Severus! What shall it be? Shall I tell Bella you'll use the Mudblood?”

“You seem quite eager for me to use her, Lucius.”

“Oh, I am, I am. I think you'll be able to let off some steam, maybe relax a bit, once you use her. After all, you are surrounded by all these young hormonal girls, twenty-four hours a day, and you can't touch them. Surely that knots you up, my friend. With the Potter girl, what IS her last name? Grunter?” He paused to give an uncharacteristic snort. “No, no, it's Granger. You could do anything you want with her and no-one who cares would know. Your dark fantasies would be realized. The girl isn't allowed to refuse what her Master's want or she faces punishment – I can assure you she does everything she can to avoid being punished by Bella.”

“I'm sure she does.” Severus thought about what Lucius had said so far. “Master's?”

“Yes, she is the sex slave, all who are brought before her are Master to her.”

“Interesting.”

“Yes, I'd say you could call it that.” Lucius nodded slowly, his eyes continuing to survey Severus. “I know some of your desires, Severus. I've gone on too many raids with you, accompanied you to the brothels. I know you prefer a willing woman in your bed over one who is being raped and tormented, Severus. You aren't the only one, of course, but during a raid one must act the part, am I not correct?” He lowered his eyes, his thumb rubbing the snake-head carved onto his cane, the one that held his wand. “But you also like it rough. Woman who like what we crave are bought or are taken during raids, neither being completely satisfactory.” He looked up at Severus. “The one thing about the Mudblood, other than her agreeable appearance, is that she doesn't fight and she does exactly what you want without question. She's also free. In other words, she's the best of both worlds.”

“You bring up some very compelling points for her use, but they pale in comparison to the downside of debasing her.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Number one, Bella. Number two, the Dark Lord. Number three, the Headmaster.”

“Come now, Severus! If the other followers of the Dark Lord were eager to join in on the fun, I don't see why you wouldn't be.” He sat up straighter, readjusting his weight. “Stop being so pessimistic! What's happened to the spunk I remember from the old days?” He paused reflectively, looking about the room. “Could it be that being locked up within the walls of Hogwarts all these years has tamed you?” Glancing at Severus before continuing delicately, Lucius played his final trump. “The girl is best friend to Harry Potter, Severus, the son of your rival for the other Mudblood you were so attached to. I should think that that would be reason enough for you to use her.”

Severus looked at Lucius sharply, his jaw tightening at the low blow, knowing the man wouldn't stop until he acquiesced to using the girl. How dare he use Lily's memory against him! Fuck his ass! His only true worry, other than the Dark Lord finding out about this, was how would he use the Granger girl to his satisfaction while also keeping his promise to the Headmaster? There had to be a way.

“Fine, Lucius, fine. Tell Bella I'll use the Mudblood under three conditions.”

“Three?” Lucius twirled his finger along the top of his glass. “And they are?”

Severus raised one finger at a time as he ticked off his demands. “The Mudblood is unused before I have her. I am alone with her for the duration. And the Dark Lord never knows I used her.”

“Keeping secrets from the Dark Lord? That's not like you, now is it, Severus?”

“I never thought either of you would keep a secret from him either, Lucius.”

“Touché.” Lucius smiled as he spelled his wineglass to the table. “I shall inform Bella of your conditions and return with her answer.”

Severus nodded slightly. “That is acceptable.”

Both men stood.

“Oh, and Lucius?”

“Yes?”

“Next time, don't break my wards. Knock on my door instead.”

Lucius laughed heartily as he followed Severus to the door.

After closing the door behind his old friend, Severus again instituted his wards while adding new ones in an effort to thwart the blond man in the future. Lucius had a special aptitude for breaking wards and was often used by the Dark Lord for tasks that employed this special ability. Both he and Lucius shared this talent, though due to his being confined to the castle, he was rarely called upon to use it for the cause.

His rooms were protected from most people, that was true, but he didn't survive this long by merely protecting himself from what most people could or couldn't do. Being reminded that Lucius could break his wards and enter his private domain bothered him greatly, knowing that if the Dark Lord ordered the blond man to kill him, he would probably surprise him as he entered his quarters. The opposite was true for him, of course, both men knowing Severus could enter the Malfoy estate just as easily. He shrugged to himself, putting the worry out of his mind for now. He would discuss with Dumbledore the possibility of putting wards up around the castle that specifically targeted the older Malfoy, just as had been done for the Dark Lord, so they would have advance warning when he entered the grounds.

Once done, he sighed heavily, his thoughts returning to the conversation he had just engaged in. It looked as if he was going to be forced to use the girl, something he was hesitant to do. Something he was loathe to do. He would have to discuss this with the Headmaster, hoping the older man would have an idea on what to do that may help him avoid the unpleasant task of fucking the best friend of Harry fucking Potter.

If this did come to pass, he'd have to be most unpleasant with her for he knew Bella would have the room rigged so she could either hear or watch what went on. Just the thought of that sadistic nut-case watching him in the act of fucking set the hairs on the back of his neck to rising as a shiver ran down his spine.

He was fully aware that his fellow Death Eaters thought he should be eager to sully the girl, and he knew his reluctance to take the offer had puzzled Lucius, even though his arguments had been valid. Lucius remembered perfectly well what he had been like when the Dark Lord was first coming into power, how ruthless he had been. Indeed, there was a time when he wouldn't have given raping the girl a second thought, when he would have done what had to be done and then moved on. A time when he wouldn't have bothered to reflect upon the extraneous facts before him. He had done his share of rape and torture, the adrenaline pleasantly thrumming through is body as he felt the power of his position, but those days were many years ago, a life-time ago, when he was young and still learning about life.

As a young man and new Death Eater recruit, he had been eager to be accepted by and to please his comrades, not caring who he fucked in front of whom, or who he shared with who. But, as he became older, he found certain things unpleasant and better left to the younger recruits – things such as a woman being used by a group of men. He hated sliding his dick into a well-used hole full of another man's leavings, it was something that repulsed him. And, the others knew it. For the most part, they left him alone, mainly because the Dark Lord allowed him his eccentricities.

He decided he would do his best to use these 'eccentricities' to his advantage if he had to use the girl. 'Yes, I believe that will be the wisest course to follow.'

Briefly, he wondered why Lucius had not mentioned Granger being with child. Had she already birthed? Miscarried? Perhaps Bella had finally taken the child by force, selling it for use as a potion. He couldn't see Bella allowing a half-blood child in her care to survive. He shuddered, thinking about what Bella would love to do to him, knowing his lineage and resenting his high-rank within the circle of Death Eaters. Why was she offering the girl to him, of all people? Was there a trap in this somehow? The most glaring one would be that she reveal his knowledge of and abuse of Granger – but if she did that to him, she'd have to betray the others, so he thought that an unlikely route for her to take. What appealed to her that he take the girl? Just the fact that she was a student and he a Professor?

Severus stood outside his personal gym, feeling the intact warding tingling his nervous system as intended. Turning, he leaned against it's door, and considered all aspects of having to use the Granger girl – not only was she a student, far younger than he, and friends with Potter – all reasons for him to want to defile her, but she was also the same age as Lily when she began to reject him as a friend, his dreams of her becoming his lover and future wife shattering with her death a few years later. The fact she was married to the popular Quidditch player, James fucking Potter, inconsequential in his mind, for he knew that Potter hadn't been her first true love. Lily had also been a Muggleborn witch, an extremely intelligent and talented witch – just like Granger. Granger may not have the same beauty as his Lily, but she was similar enough in other aspects to cause many painful memories and feelings to come crashing down on him when he thought of her. He just couldn't stomach the thought of raping someone so like Lily.

“Fuck,” he whispered. 'Why do I have to make this personal?' She's just another captive. She'll scream, she'll cry, she'll beg, she'll try to fight, and then it will all be over; she'll be a little worse for wear, but still alive and ready for the others to enjoy. On the upside, he'll have proven himself to his comrades and 'let off a little steam' as Lucius had mentioned earlier. It wasn't like he got to fuck everyday, being cooped up in the castle like he was. Being surrounded by hormonal teens who offered sexual favors for better grades didn't help either – something he knew Granger would never stoop to. Nor would Lily. 'Damn-it-all-to-hell! I need to stop making this personal. She's not my Lily. She-is-not-Lily.'

He thought about all of Granger's unattractive features: annoyingly wild hair, overlarge teeth, nondescript body, shrill voice, her know-it-all demeanor, and that damned overeager hand flying in the air all the time. With those pictures of her in his head, he instantly felt better about the thought of having to violate the little bitch - he'd just have to turn her over so he didn't have to look at her, was all. He could fist that furball around her head she called hair and make her pleasure him with her mouth, make her use that oriface for something other than the incessant chatter she usually used it for - providing she could keep those teeth from scraping him, that is. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He'd never touched a student before; never had himself a nice, young, pert body to do with as he wished, alone, and without others to interfere with his pleasures as they vied to be the next fuck. Truly, he had never allowed himself to think about it before, knowing what the reaction of the Headmaster would have been had he taken action upon a student; yet here he was, standing in his quarters, getting a boner at the thought of using Granger – Granger for Merlin's sake! He shook his head as he screwed up his face – how low could he go?

Then he thought of Lily. It bothered him to think that this very same thing would have happened to his Lily if things had been different when they were younger – only her friendship with him kept her safe from his Slytherin friends – friends who had wanted to take the vivacious Gryffindor to task on many an occasion - her beauty and popularity, mixed with a grudging acknowledgement that her intelligence and magical talent flew right in the face of their bigoted beliefs, made her a prime target for many a discussion of how to 'put her in her place'.

Ever since he had overheard the other Death Eaters discussing Granger, he had found himself continuously comparing the two girls – Lily and Hermione – making mental notes about their differences and similarities, strangely blurring his perspective of both. Yes, Lily had been gorgeous, popular, and self-assured – things Granger lacked. But both were talented, eager to learn, extremely intelligent, and always there to help others in need. He chuckled when he thought of Granger and her fight to free the elves, remembering Lily's indignation when she found out how the elves were treated by wizarding society.

Yes, both girls were different, but yet they were so very similar in many ways.

“Fuck.”

Stepping away from the door and unlocking it, he strode into his gym room full of Muggle exercise equipment. Being a wizarding Professor and a Death Eater, he had the room locked and heavily warded to keep others from seeing it's Muggle contents, knowing their use by him would be frowned upon greatly. He found lifting weights and other Muggle pursuits of fitness very satisfying, helping him relieve his stress as he exerted himself with the well-worn equipage.

Staring blankly as he thought about his current, confusing predicament, he peeled off the formal apparel most people were accustomed to seeing him in on a daily basis and changed into the comfortable loose clothing he used exclusively in this room. Thoughtfully, he went through his regimen of stretching exercises before feeling ready to pump iron, preparing to work up a sweat as he worked off the day's stress.

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Author's notes, you may freely skip:

Important dates in canon that change in this story:
Towards the end of April 2006 (dates are not certain in canon) – Fred and George would have quit school when Umbridge made plans to punish them. Harry would have snuck in Umbridges office to talk to Sirius about the memory of Snape's he saw in Dumbledore's pensieve. Harry doesn't have to be so sneaky now since Dumbledore remains Headmaster, he has to be careful though because Umbridge continues to monitor the Owls and such.
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Let me state that I do not condone rape no matter how it sounds in this fanfic. The rape scenes are to show how Sirius is slipping even more into a twisted world the evil elf, Kreacher, is building for him. I'm sure none of you would ever have thought Sirius would do this stuff in cannon, and he wouldn't have done it in the beginning of this story either.

I do think that all rape is wrong, no matter what.
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As to the issue of incest, I'll go against the norm and state that if it's a mutual attraction, I see nothing wrong with it as long as no children are conceived (just due to the social implications towards the child/children). Let me clarify - as long as it is mutual, and not forced or coerced.

And, no, I've never had an incestuous relationship, nor do I plan to. Um, actually, it gives me the heebie-jeebies to think of having that type of relationship with one of my own kin. However, I do try to be open-minded and I just don't think it's all that big a deal if two consenting adults who are related wish to carry on a sexual relationship. I do draw the line with this when children are involved. For instance, say, one person is twenty and the other twenty-five and both decide to act upon their desires, I say it's okay. But, if one person is fifteen and the other is twenty, that's a different story. If there are two over-twenty-year-old siblings and one wants a relationship with the other but the other does not, then it is not okay. Hope I made that clear enough that I won't be besieged with hate-mail.

For and against:
http://samvak.tripod.com/incest.html
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Religous_motivations_aside_why_is_incest_wrong_Please_include_both_sides_of_the_story
http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Incest_taboo
http://debatewise.com/debates/215-adult-incest-should-be-legalised
http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2008/5/5/lifefocus/20900821&sec=lifefocus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incest_taboo
http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSN0142619620070302
http://charterblog.wordpress.com/2008/04/07/the-right-to-adult-incest/
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Becoming pregnant without having intercourse:
http://www.snopes.com/pregnant/conceive.asp
http://www.americanpregnancy.org/preventingpregnancy/pregnancyfaqmyths.html
http://www.drspock.com/faq/0,1511,8289,00.html
http://www.teenwire.com/ask/2005/as-20050822p1097-pregnant.php
http://searchwarp.com/swa211174.htm
http://www.ehow.com/about_4570933_pregnant-engaging-sexual-activity-intercourse.html
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Sexing of Rabbits:
http://www.debmark.com/rabbits/sexing.htm
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Sir J.M. Barrie:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._M._Barrie
You never know who is a Muggle-born wizard, now do you? *smile*
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Comment, I find it interesting that society feels a woman is a slut if she is sexually active or if she has more than one partner, but if a man does the same thing, all is honky-dory. Just think of the song sung by Willie Nelson called “To All The Girls I've Loved Before” - imagine if a woman had sung “To All The Men I've Loved Before”. Switch all the words around to reflect a woman reminiscing about fucking a bunch of men in her lifetime. Do you think that song would become a number one hit? Would be cool if someone, like Madonna, would sing the song.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_All_the_Girls_I%27ve_Loved_Before
http://ntl.matrix.com.br/pfilho/html/lyrics/t/to_all_the_girls_ive_loved_before.txt

I so hate that Willie Nelson song. Just because of what it stands for when you think of it from a sexist point of view.
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Next chapter (chapter 26) – the labor and the birth! At freaking last!

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