Harry Potter and the Hall of Justice

Chapter 31 The Abduction


On the 8th day of January, Professor Albus Dumbledore stood before a large assemblage of young witches and wizards in a medieval castle in the North West Highlands of Scotland. The old headmaster looked across the great expanse where thirty-six dead bodies once lay. In a room previously reeking of blood and spent gunpowder, fresh and rested faces looked up at him down the length of a massive table.

“Welcome home!” he shouted out. “Welcome home to Falcon’s Lair! I trust all are well rested and sober?”

After the laughter settled down, Professor Dumbledore leaned forward slightly and placed his hands atop the back of his chair at the head of the table. “We are now called upon, once again, to begin yet another chapter of our crusade. Where we once quickly went about our work with parchments full of timely intelligence information, we now must shift gears, as our non-magical brethren are fond of saying.”

The old headmaster walked toward an easel standing tall near the wall off to his right side. “Graciela has marked this large map with the last known locations of the Death Eaters whose files have yet to be closed. Although evidence doesn’t indicated they are as powerful as Malfoy, Cetus, Crhystone or Nott were, the very fact Cetus had folders on them links them to Voldemort. All have committed hideous crimes against the good witches and wizards of our world. They all fall under the Chief Justice’s first decree and are to be eliminated.”

Professor Dumbledore paused once again and walked back to the head of the table. “Over these next days, Sirius and Remus are going to run all of you through what they call a refresher course of training. You will once again train with your weapons, wands and broomsticks. You will make needed repairs to your equipment. And, when the time is right, Sirius and Remus are going to put you back to work. As always, you will go about your tasks with great care and with great precision. Remember, as I’ve mandated on many previous occasions, ‘No evil is to escape alive, the only escape is death’.”

The old headmaster paused, allowing time for his young charges to thoroughly consider the seriousness of what he had just said. “In the meantime, Minister Bones at the Ministry has employed a number of new investigators who have been tasked to go about locating and apprehending those practicing the dark arts in lesser degrees. ‘In lesser degrees’ I’ve been told, is defined as all who are practicing the dark arts but have not caused the death of innocents. The accused will be taken before Chief Justice Webster and, if there’s a finding of guilt, will be incarcerated in Azkaban.”

Dumbledore paused and lifted a glass of Merlin’s Special Brew to his lips. He drank several large gulps of the tea before continuing.

“Another call has gone out from the Ministry asking for information concerning the location of the remaining evil lords and their associates, too. We should hope some of our open folders might soon be closed by such information. And a final note, one you were all made aware of before you left on your holiday: The threat against those working at the Hall of Justice is considered to be serious. Measures have been taken to increase security there, and it is something we will take seriously here as well. To explain what is to be done, I will now turn you over to Minister Grime. Please give him your full attention.”

Minister Grime had been sitting to the right of Dumbledore’s chair at the head of the table. Across from him sat Drucila Priest, the de facto witch in charge (WIC) of Falcon’s Lair.

Grime came to his feet and walked to the large easel. He lifted the map and flipped it over the top of the easel, revealing a large drawing of the estate underneath.

“Again, Dean Thomas has prepared an outstanding drawing of the large estate. On this first large parchment, you will notice the layout of the castle, homes, outbuildings and stables. The property line far exceeds the actual drawing on this map, as you are all aware. I hope you can all see the large red box drawn around the castle and other buildings. This is where a very sensitive remotely monitored sensor system, made by our non-magical brethren, will be installed early next week. The large overlapping blue circles, with the blue dots in their middle, represent remote cameras and their area of coverage. They will be installed at the same time. The cameras work in daylight and total darkness and are of the latest manufacture, meaning they are the most advanced equipment available.”

Grime paused and walked slowly back to the table. “The question most would ask is, why do we need to install and use muggle-made equipment to protect ourselves, considering the strong charms Professor Dumbledore and Professor Priest have put around the property. The answer is to give us another layer of protection. Although we presently feel there are very few who realize we have taken over this estate, and even fewer who know our purpose, the day will come when the word simply gets out. We are preparing for that eventuality. The evil lords who will wish to rein death and destruction upon us will expect to encounter spells and charms. They will not expect to encounter muggle-manufactured equipment capable of seeing and sensing them even under the best of invisibility cloaks. The equipment is so sensitive, any disturbance in the electro-magnetic spectrum, a muggle-term, will be sensed and an alarm will sound. This equipment can see and sense things we are not capable of. It is expensive. Very expensive. But we felt it was a necessity. Chief Justice Webster agreed.”

Grime sat back down in his chair. Professor Dumbledore again stood and walked to the easel. He lifted the currently displayed parchment and threw it over the top of the easel, exposing another of the castle itself.

“The large room at the north-west corner of the castle, on the ground-floor, is being converted to a security center which will be manned twenty-four hours a day. Four security guards will be assigned to each shift. They will work under the direction of Captain Deborah Stran at the Hall of Justice. She has already staffed the positions and is presently training those selected. The young witches and wizards will live on the estate in the various homes on the property. She was able to choose from a pool of candidates well educated in devices built by our non-magical brethren. Most grew up in homes using such non-magical devices and are familiar with their operation. Such persons were desired, as they will be the ones who will be trained to operate the equipment Minister Grime just told you about.”

“Lastly, and it goes without saying, until the installation of the equipment is finished, no magic will be performed anywhere on the estate. Only Professor Priest, Sirius, Remus and Oliver Wood are to be seen on the property, other than our new security guards. When the equipment is being tested, no one is to Apparate or use a portkey. I know this will present a problem, but I’m sure we will find a way to work around it. Are we all clear on that point?”

Around the long table, heads nodded.

“Are there any other questions?” Dumbledore asked out. The room remained silent. The old wizard slowly scanned those seated at the massive table, which nearly ran the length of the long room.

“I see you are getting well adjusted to wearing the clothing of our non-magical brothers and sisters. I trust you find them comfortable, as they will be the uniform of the day. The Executive Assistant at the Hall of Justice, Hermione Granger, will begin instructions to familiarize everyone with the devices used in the non-magical world. Those present who also possess such knowledge I ask to assist her in the training. It is extremely important for you to be able to blend into the non-magical world whenever you are called upon to do so, and, believe me, you will be called upon to do just that. I now turn the meeting over to our WIC, my dear old friend Professor Drucila Priest.” Professor Dumbledore pulled out his chair and took his seat.

The old headmistress slowly stood and looked up and down the long lines of faces at the table, before she began to speak. “I, too, welcome all of you back home. I ask you to please refrain from breaking things about the castle. If you wish to roughhouse with your friends, please do so outside or I will toast your butts with my wand. It took me days of hard work, to refurbish this old castle after our raid. In fact, this room was nearly totally destroyed. Why some of you blasted your shotguns into the ceiling here, I will never know. It is a wonder the whole damn thing didn’t come crashing down upon your heads.”

Around the tables, there was quite a bit of murmuring and snickering. Professor Dumbledore grinned and looked at Grime, who had a grand smile on his face, looking up in admiration at the old, frail witch. The old wizard had noticed Grime and Priest’s demeanors had changed. There seemed to be a great deal more mutual respect and admiration between the two these last days. He wondered what might have happened to bring that about but dismissed it from his mind, for the present, at any rate.

“After our dinner tonight, I will have a meeting with all our young witches in this room. Attendance is mandatory,” the old witch said finally, lowering herself again into her chair.

Sirius Black stood up, pushed his chair back under the table and grasped the tall back of it. “We’ll begin our refresher training tomorrow morning at eight o’clock. Both the Athena and Coeus teams will train together. Remus and I are committed, over time, in closing the gap between the abilities of the two teams. However, it’s also very important to get Coeus out in the field again, as soon as possible. We must soon begin working the information Graciela has prepared for us.”

Sirius sat back down and Remus Lupin took the floor. “Coeus members will work in teams of three. We will have a meeting tomorrow with Graciela to go over the specifics of your early missions. There is much to do. Our task is clear. We must locate those evil lords who have gone into hiding. It will take many long days of hard work to do so, but we have no choice.”

The formal meeting ended. Professor Priest clapped her thin, bony hands together and a great bounty of food instantly appeared along the entire length of the table. Much to her great satisfaction, fresh slices of garlic cloves appeared next to her plate. She rubbed her hands together and smiled. “Retirement,” she thought, “is greatly underrated.”


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Late that evening, Professor Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts and sat down at his desk. Professor McGonagall had been waiting for him, as he had requested. There was much for them to discuss, plans to be made and adjustments, as needed.

The old wizard sealed the room and placed a strong silencing charm around them. Not even the Chief Justice’s Orb of the Oracle could be used to overhear what would be said between the two old masters.

“How did you find things at Falcon’s Lair, Albus?” Professor McGonagall said, adjusting her long green robes about her before she sat down in a chair in front of the headmaster’s desk.

Professor Dumbledore removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Everything seems to be as we had hoped, Minerva. They will soon go back about their work. I expect the going to be slow, but they will have success. I’m sure of it.”

The old witch nodded her head before bringing up the most important question she had to ask him. “And the Hall of Justice? Are things proceeding as planned?”

“Yes, thankfully. Hermione is the very picture of health. A strong, strong girl she is. After our talk last week, I decided it wouldn’t derail our strategy to allow Captain Stran to become pregnant with Harry’s second child.”

The old professor had taken actions only himself and Professor McGonagall were aware of. Long before Daniel Webster was chosen to be the candidate for the office of Lord Chief Justice, the old wizard had started planning and laboring to fulfill a life-long dream. He wished to see born, before his death, the manifestation of the next step in the evolution of their magical being.

Years before, Dumbledore realized the young wizard to father that child, this next step, would be Harry Potter. Encapsulated within his very being were the specific qualities and abilities needed to produce the next incremental change.

At the same time, much to his great pleasure, a young girl emerged who had been born to non-magical parents. A young witch, first coming to his attention at eleven years of age, who he watched very closely. Of outstanding mind and ability, the young girl possessed the traits he knew the mother of the child must have. Only one thing remained to do, the two had to be carefully nurtured while he derailed any efforts to seat a Lord Chief Justice until they were ready.

Dumbledore realized his strategy was doomed to failure, if he could not bring the two together under the powerful charm at the Hall of Justice. Although it was extremely important to do battle with the evil emerging around them, he used that grand crusade to cover his real purpose: To give his two young protégés the opportunity they needed to conceive the child.

It didn’t matter to the old wizard that Daniel Webster was sterile. It only gave him one less thing to do. Whatever the case, he would have made it impossible for the new Chief Justice to father a child. He also had to consider how the powerful charm would affect Harry, once he made sure he began residing under its potent influence.

From his own personal experience, he realized Harry would become a sexual dynamo, because of the charm. Therefore, he quickly took actions against the young females who were employed there to make certain they would be incapable of producing life within them, at least until he decided otherwise. He also knew, again from personal experience, that Webster would not make any lasting attachments to Hermione. As the old headmaster’s own father had done, Webster would go from female to female and would not develop a strong emotional bond to any of them.

Professor Dumbledore had been very happy for Harry when he found great love with Ginny Weasley. The young witch was a very fine and loving girl, but she was no Hermione Granger. Dumbledore was never concerned over Harry’s infatuation with the girl, for he knew once Harry became affected by D’Mar’s powerful charm, all bets would be off. As Hermione would also be affected, the old wizard knew he only had to let nature run its course.

Then there was the matter of Captain Deborah Stran, a strong, intelligent and beautiful young witch. He soon became aware of her great desire to have a child. After getting to know the young woman, Dumbledore decided her wish should be granted. That child, he also realized, would possess great talent and abilities due to the influence of the charm.

All that must be done now was to wait, the old wizard knew. The children would develop inside their mothers, affected by the powerful charm, as he had been. They would spend their early years within the Hall of Justice, as he had, and would develop quickly into very powerful beings. The only further consideration would be whether to have Harry continue to live under the charm’s influence. “Would it not be prudent for him to father other children with Hermione?”

The old headmaster had smiled to himself a number of times while sitting in his old rocking chair and strategizing, as he considered what he might have become, if his father had been Harry Potter and not a muggle. However dear the old headmaster’s father had been to him, he fell far short of the mark. Harry, on the other hand, hit the nail right on the head.

The only thing troubling the man at present was Hermione. She seemed to not be as happy living at the Hall of Justice, as she should be. He would have to pay close attention to her. Perhaps he should arrange a private meeting with her. He considered this at length. Of course, he would have to be extremely careful what he told her.

Once again, he considered Ginny Weasley. If Harry remained at the Hall of Justice for a long period, it might do to have her installed there in some capacity. “Yes, I should consider the possibilities of that scenario, too,” he had thought.

“I’m sorry, Minerva, my mind had strayed for a moment. You were saying?”

“About Captain Stran, Albus. Will she present any difficulties? You know I was personally against her having his child.”

“It will depend upon the children themselves. Once they begin their early development within the Hall of Justice, they will, of course, each develop their own individual personalities and traits. Without any doubt, the child Stran bears will fall far short of Hermione’s, where their abilities are concerned. I personally do not see a problem,” the old wizard said.

“The children will be able to control their sexual urges, Albus?” Minerva McGonagall asked.

“It will have no effect on them, of course, until they reach puberty. My mother’s cousin, Beatrice Fisher-Marley, was the transfiguration instructor at Hogwarts when I attended. My mother asked her to give me my early instructions and help me along. I can’t remember one evening when I wasn’t with her. She was a very splendid and loving woman. Of course, every time I returned home, to the Hall of Justice, there were any number of young witches who became fast friends and assisted me in that way,” the old wizard remembered with a large smile.

“Are you sure the plan is advancing as it should, old friend?” McGonagall asked, worry could easily be seen displayed on her old face.

“I believe things are as they should be. We do have other things to consider, however. And I’m still having those disturbing visions during my slumber.”

“You haven’t spoken of them as of late. I thought they had stopped.”

“No, I’m sorry to say, they haven’t. Disturbing is not the word I should be using to describe them, though. It will have to do, as I’m not sure what the revelations mean or even if they are prophesy.”

“Have they changed, Albus?”

“No. But there is another, Minerva. I sense it; I’m certain of it. Not a vile, evil being. No. But one who must be found. It bothers me not to know his purpose. There is great power there, though.”

“Are you sure it’s a wizard you sense?”

“Yes, I’m certain of it. But what it all means . . .” the old wizard’s voice trailed off. He was lost in thought. Some seconds passed before he continued. “I sense urgency. There’s something I must do.”


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At the Hall of Justice, Deborah Stran and Hermione were sitting on the bed when Harry entered the bedroom. He had to attend the meeting at Falcon’s Lair but soon found he couldn’t wait to get back home.

“How was it, Harry? Anything new?” Hermione asked.

“Nope. I don’t know why I even went. Looks like there won’t be much done, except for some training, for weeks. What are you two doing?”

“Waiting on you,” Hermione said with a smile.

Over the past week, Harry and Deborah Stran had been having sex three or four times a day. Just looking at her gave Harry an instant hard-on. “She is so damn beautiful,” he had said to himself at least a thousand times.

Of course, the love of Harry’s life was Hermione. He didn’t know if he could even go on living, if she couldn’t be with him. The thought pained him so much he had to dismiss it from his mind.

Chief Justice Webster had excluded Hermione from his sexual romps around the court. The idea of her being pregnant somehow lessened his desire for her. This not only suited Hermione just fine but made Harry quite happy also.

Deborah Stran had not been quite so fortunate, the Chief Justice still took her to his bed several times a week. The one thing that changed, however, was that Deborah no longer went looking for him. In fact, she began avoiding the man as much as possible. Her total attention was on Harry. She, too, had fallen deeply in love with the young wizard. He occupied nearly every thought of her busy day. At night, he was always in her dreams. Her greatest wish had been to become pregnant. Having Harry Potter as the child’s father, though, was more than she could have ever hoped for. The very thought of that made her happier than she had ever been in her life.

Over the last week, Hermione had convinced Harry to allow Deborah to share their large bed. He was thrilled with the idea, of course, as the very thought of a menage a trois aroused him even greater, if that were possible. Harry began to notice the two girls often ended up in each other’s arms when they went to sleep. At first, he thought it was nothing more than a kind of sisterly love. Shortly, though, Harry knew different. He watched as they kissed and loved each other tenderly. Harry realized it was also a way for them to deal with the great sexual desire that permeated their beings, which the powerful charm intensified.

A few of the other young witches had become frustrated that Harry wasn’t attending to their needs. Therefore, he made himself begin making the rounds. The one thing he did change, however, was never bringing them into the bedroom he shared with Hermione and Deborah.


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Near the end of January, Professor Dumbledore invited Hermione for a visit at Hogwarts, as soon as she had the chance. The old wizard had spoken to Harry one afternoon, and what his young protégé related to him made the old man quite anxious.

After Hermione arrived in his office that afternoon, she watched her old headmaster get up and place a powerful silencing charm around the room, after sealing his office door. She instantly realized he must have something very important to discuss with her for him to go to such great lengths to insure their privacy.

“How have you been, Hermione?” the old wizard asked. His eyes scrutinized the girl thoroughly, and he was pleased to see she was in excellent physical health.

“Never better,” she replied. “How have you been, Professor? I haven’t seen you in almost a week.”

“I’m fine, thank you, my dear. For some reason our paths didn’t cross. I promise I wasn’t avoiding you,” he said, grinning largely at the girl.

“Nor I you.”

“And your work at the Hall of Justice? I trust things are well.”

“Yes, sir. But there are times I’m ready to throw in the towel, so to speak. I’ve even considered quitting and seeking employment elsewhere.”

Her declaration struck the old wizard like a dagger to his heart. “Are things that bad, Hermione?”

“No, not really. It probably has more to do with these hormones coursing through me. I’ll probably be fine. But I will not sacrifice my health or the health of my baby just to hold down a job at the Hall of Justice.”

Dumbledore nodded his head. Her remarks had made his decision clear. He had to tell her enough so she wouldn’t dare want to leave the Hall but not a bit more. “My dear, I need to tell you something you might wish to carefully consider before you snap to any quick judgments or decisions. Will you hear me out?”

“Certainly,” Hermione replied, shifting a little in her chair, curious at what the old professor wished to tell her.

“What I will tell you now is something which we must strictly keep between ourselves. I don’t even want you to discuss it with Harry, not yet, at any rate. You see, Hermione, the powerful charm that protects the Hall of Justice and causes lustful hormones to rush crazily about your body, will also have another effect. A rather great one, in fact, upon your baby.”

Hermione’s eyebrows rose quickly at the mention of her baby. “My baby?” Her hands immediately went to her stomach, as if shielding her unborn child from imminent harm.

“Yes, indeed. It had a great effect on me, Hermione. That’s the very reason I have always possessed the abilities I have. Of course, my dear mother passed on a great amount of hers to me, too. It wasn’t only the charm. But I believe you see what I’m trying to tell you,” the old wizard said, peering at her intently, after tilting his head back to better focus on her through the half-moon lenses of his glasses.

“My baby will be affected as you were, Professor?” she asked.

“With certainty, Hermione, but even more so. I’ll explain why. You see my father was a non-magical person. He was a very intelligent, kind and loving man, but he wasn’t able to pass traits on to me as powerful as what my mother did. You, on the other hand, have conceived the child of a powerful wizard. Because you both have such great abilities and powers, Hermione, your child might well be the most powerful magical person ever to live, even more powerful than Edward D’Mar himself. In fact, I don’t doubt it for a second.”

Hermione was amazed. She had never considered such a possibility. She had just hoped and prayed for a healthy and happy baby. To think she might bear such an awesome child was almost unbelievable.

“You are that certain, Professor?”

“Yes, Hermione, I am. As I said, I don’t doubt it for a minute. Of course, for that to happen you will have to stay under the strong influence of the charm. And, further, it would benefit the child to be raised under the charm. The possibilities of what he or she might become are quite overwhelming when one pauses to ponder,” the old wizard said, with a smile.

“I’m glad you told me this, Professor. I hadn’t considered that at all, of course. I wouldn’t even dare think of leaving the Hall of Justice now, not for anything. I want my baby to be all it can be,” she happily said, her eyes ablaze with excitement from what he had told her.

“I’m glad we had this little chat then, Hermione. I believe it is time we make our next step up the evolutionary scale. Your child will lead the way. It’s a big step, I know, but one we must make sooner or later.”

“A step up the evolutionary scale? What do you mean?”

“I should think your child, using simple examples, would have no need for a wand, ever. He or she would be able to move objects at will, melt something with just a thought, heal with a touch of the hand and on and on. The possibilities are almost endless. His or her lifespan might easily double or triple what we now have. If you think back and consider the almost unbelievable transformation of Daniel Webster the morning after he placed the ring on his finger: He went from being a fifty year old man to looking and feeling like a twenty year old man overnight. I don’t believe either of us can begin to fathom the possibilities.”

Hermione was staring at a spot on Professor Dumbledore’s robe, lost in her own thoughts. The old wizard noticed her glazed eyes and decided to let her have her moment of thought without interruption.

She slowly came back around and absentmindedly shook her head. “And the negative side, Professor?” she asked. “There is always a negative side.”

“Yes, indeed there is. If your child should fall under evil influence, Hermione, he or she would make Voldemort seem like a child. On the other hand, raised properly, as I know you will raise the child, he or she would be evil’s greatest foe. That is my grandest wish,” he said.

Hermione smiled at the old wizard. To think the old man had thought so much about her child made her feel warm inside. She knew he cared more than she could ever possibly know. The old headmaster had her best interests in mind as well as those of her unborn child.

“You have given me much to consider, Professor. When you think it is time to tell Harry, I would like to be present,” she said, hopefully.

“Yes, of course, Hermione. I wouldn’t think about discussing it without you.”

Hermione’s expression suddenly changed. “And what of Deborah Stran’s child? Will it also have my child’s abilities?”

“I would think the child would have substantial abilities, Hermione. But it will not be on par with yours. I promise you that. Your traits and abilities will be key in the baby’s development as much as Harry’s will be. You are quite possibly the most powerful witch we have had in many years, my dear. And you might be the most powerful ever to have lived. No, put that out of your mind, none will equal your child.”

“And the other girls, Professor? What of them? Harry has had relations will all of them?”

“Fear not, Hermione. Between you and me, I sensed the danger there very early on. Until they leave the Hall of Justice of their own accord, I have made it impossible for them to bear children. Deborah Stran had been altered, too. But her great desire to have a child and considering your friendship with her, I changed that. You will, of course, keep that between us. It’s most important to do so, I assure you.”

“Yes, of course. She would freak totally out, if she found out. Of course, if Daniel was sterile the whole time and if Harry wouldn’t have come to live within the Hall, well, it is possible such an alteration would have made no difference whatsoever,” Hermione replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“Right you are, Hermione. Right you are.”

After a little more discussion, Hermione thanked her old headmaster and departed for the Hall of Justice. She had much to consider and was thankful he had invited her for a visit. It certainly gave her much to think about.


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The sun rose in a cold, clear winter sky the last Saturday of January. It was the first opportunity the students at Hogwarts had had to leave school grounds since returning to school after the holiday break.

Ginny Weasley was excited to be making the daytrip to Hogsmeade. She so wanted to buy a few things, but mostly wanted to make a small purchase for Harry. It would be something small and inexpensive but a nice surprise. She was hoping to see him later in the evening, if all went as planned.

Tagging along with a large group of classmates, she broke away from the group to make for a small shop she had visited with Hermione a couple of years earlier. It sold a number of novelty items, and she was sure she would find exactly what she was looking for.

She walked to a street corner she was certain was correct, turned to her right and began walking down the street with much less congestion. Halfway up the long block, an old woman hissed at her from a doorway.

“My dear! My dear!” the frail old woman called out. “Would you be so kind to help me?”

Ginny stopped and raised a curious eyebrow at the old hag’s appearance. She seemed to be in a frightful state and rather frail. Surely there wouldn’t be any danger. The caution that had gone out from the Ministry applied mainly to Hall of Justice employees, after all. Ginny walked to the old woman standing in the doorway and followed her into an old shop.

“Right back here, my dear. Be careful, now. There’s much lying around on the floor,” the witch said, pointing a long finger at the various boxes lying about, deep in dust.

“What help do you need?” Ginny asked, afraid to go farther into the old deserted shop.

“Just here, my dear. Could you move this for me?” the old woman said, after she walked behind another door leading into a back room.

As Ginny approached the door, a huge and powerful man grabbed her and threw her to the floor. “Barthold! Be gentle! Victor doesn’t want her harmed!” the old witch commanded.

“Shut your trap, old witch! If he was so fuckin’ concerned about her health and well being he should have snatched her himself!” the large man growled, roughly gagging Ginny, after tying her hands tightly behind her back.

Ginny was petrified. She tried to kick and struggle but the big man sat across her. She looked up into his heavily scarred and scabby face and saw a mouth full of dark rotten teeth when he smiled down at her.

“She’s a pretty! A little pretty! And look at all of this red hair. Is that your natural color, my little pretty. Shall I take a look?” the nasty wizard said, drooling and dripping spittle onto her sweater.

“Barthold! You’re not to touch her! You listen to me! Victor will kill you, if you do!” the old hag screeched out.

“Fuck off! I’m not afraid of Victor!” he screamed, moving to one side and running a hand roughly up Ginny’s skirt.

Ginny kicked her legs, trying her best to keep him from doing what she knew was inevitable. She tried to roll onto her side but the big man held her fast. She felt his hands pulling at her panties.

About that time, the old hag hit him over the head with something hard enough to daze him.

“Keep your hands off of her! You’re not to spoil her!” she commanded. “Now get her up! We must go! Hurry, now!”

The large, ugly wizard pulled Ginny from the floor in one motion. He wrapped a hand around her and pulled her to a portkey. Within seconds, the world flashed around her, and she found herself standing within a room that appeared to be a foul-smelling basement.

“Bring her to the cage!” the old witch gleefully ordered.

The large man again wrapped an arm around Ginny and pulled her to a large cage at the back of the dark, cold room. On the way, he lifted a hand to one of her breasts and squeezed it extremely hard. Ginny winced in pain and cried out against her gag.

“Put her inside! Now, damn you!” striking the huge man about his back with a cane.

The big man pushed Ginny into the cage and removed her gag. She screamed out when it was removed but only to laughs from both the old woman and the ugly, smelly man.

“Your screams will do you no good here, my dear. You’re many miles from anyone who would give a damn.”

The large man reached behind her head and roughly yanked at a handful of Ginny’s hair. He leaned forward and began kissing her about the neck, cheeks and mouth. His other hand again dug into her breast, then quickly lowered itself to feel and squeeze the flesh of her behind.

“That’s enough! You’ve had your little feel! Now leave her alone!” the old witch screamed out. “Get out of the cage! I’m going to lock it!”

The big wizard backed away and walked out of the large, steel enclosure. The old witch then quickly closed the cage’s door and affixed a lock to it. The old hag and her large son turned and left the room. Ginny collapsed onto a bench. Her legs were shaking too hard to support her. Her hands, still tied tightly at her back, were hurting terribly from the bindings. She hung her head and began crying from fear and frustration.