Harry Potter and the Hall of Justice

Chapter 33 Plans and Confessions


Some weeks later, Professor Dumbledore asked Hermione and Harry to visit him at Hogwarts. The old wizard, after long meditation, deemed it was time to have his talk with Harry. And he had promised Hermione she could be present. After they arrived, the old man sealed his office door and whispered out a strong silencing charm.

“Ginny’s coming along much better than initially expected. I’m very, very thankful for that,” the old professor began.

Harry and Hermione couldn’t agree more. They had been spending many hours by her side. Ginny seemed to be slowly returning to her old self. Nevertheless, Hermione knew she would always carry psychological and emotional scars from having gone through such a terrible ordeal.

After the old headmaster walked around his desk and sat down, his face became very contemplative. He leisurely began stroking his long beard with his right hand. “Harry, sometime ago, I spoke at length with Hermione about the baby and her position at the Hall of Justice. I asked her to promise not to say anything to you about what we discussed until I was ready to do so. You must trust the decision I made at that time, Harry. I had my reasons. But, now, after Ginny’s terrible abduction and assault, I felt it best not to keep certain things from you any longer. Things you must know,” the old wizard began.

Harry sensed urgency in the old man’s voice. He wondered what could be so important. Hermione had not said anything or even hinted about something being wrong. He quickly glanced her way, only to see her face expressionless. Thinking about what the old man had just said made him very anxious. What had Hermione kept from him?

“The baby you and Hermione have been blessed with will become a very powerful human being, Harry. I don’t doubt he or she will be even more powerful of a being than Edward D’Mar, the grand warlock of all ages. Being conceived within the Hall of Justice in the presence of the powerful charm is one thing, in and of itself, but allowing the child to grow the first eleven years totally under the charm’s influence? That is something else entirely. But moreover, the most wonderful blessing and advantage the child has on its side will be the two of you being its parents. You and Hermione are very powerful magic folk, Harry. You have abilities and strengths others would give anything to possess. And you’ve both passed on those attributes to your child. And as you both will have daily influence over the child’s development, I expect he or she to be the very bastion our world needs to contain evil and prevent its spread.”

Harry couldn’t help but speak out. His old headmaster had spoken with such certainty. He related everything as if it had already happened. “Professor! Forgive me, but I can’t help but sense this was some elaborate plan.”

Dumbledore couldn’t help but smile at his protégé’s prompt grasp that there was more to be made clear that was yet unspoken. “Whatever was planned or not planned, the fact remains you two have conceived a child. Hermione and you have consummated your great love for one another and the union has created life - - - a wonderful thing, Harry. Planned or not, a wonderful thing.”

Hermione couldn’t help but bring up something that had been bothering her since their earlier meeting. “Professor, you told me some time ago you had taken actions to prevent the other girls at the Hall of Justice from becoming pregnant. As you did not do that to me, weren’t you planning on Harry and I getting together?” Hermione rightly asked, already knowing the unspoken truth but making sure Dumbledore included that admission.

The old man nodded his head, removing his hand from his beard and reaching up to adjust the ever-present glasses on his nose. “Yes, my dear. It was certain that very thing would happen. I knew, and so did you, how powerfully the charm would affect Harry. Without any doubt, knowing you two to be close friends, I realized it would only be a matter of time before you shared your love for one another.”

Hermione didn’t say another word. She knew now exactly what had been done. The old headmaster had orchestrated the whole affair. She didn’t know what to think. She should be angry, but she and Harry had grown very close. Closer than she could have ever hoped. “No,” she thought to herself. “Leave it alone, Hermione. Just leave it alone. What’s done is done.”

Harry nodded his head slowly and stared down at Dumbledore’s desk. He, too, had just realized what their old headmaster had successfully pulled off. The professor had urged Webster to put him on at the Hall of Justice. It was Dumbledore who suggested he live there. He even created the liaison officer position for him. By doing so, the old wizard had thrown Hermione and himself together. “Dumbledore set us up,” he thought to himself.

The old headmaster gave them plenty of time to digest and contemplate all he had just related before speaking again. “I hope you will both one day understand why I did this. I took many liberties. Liberties I should have discussed fully with both of you before I initiated them and put them into play. You see; I knew fully of the great love you had for one another. Though, I couldn’t possibly understand what had kept you apart for so many years. You were always the best of friends. Always at each other’s side. Always there for one another. I saw the way you looked at Hermione, Harry. I could read your thoughts. And I could see the great love Hermione had for you. She was miserable inside. Every time I saw you walk away from her, her eyes betrayed the great love and admiration she had for you. Well, you must both forgive me for playing Cupid, as it were, but I simply had to do something. I knew you were both destined for greatness. Therefore, I made it one of my missions in life to make sure I gave you every opportunity to come together. But that also meant having you both brought under the influence of the powerful charm at the Hall of Justice. Unmistakably, it would raise the sexual tension between the two of you. From there, well, nature simply would take its course. And as you see, we succeeded,” the old professor finished at last. A large smile came to his face - - - a smile signifying his great satisfaction.

The three of them sat quietly for some time, all lost in their own thoughts. Harry reached over and rubbed Hermione’s forearm, before taking her hand. Thus they sat. Professor Dumbledore noticed that outward show of affection and it touched his heart. He would have no regrets. And neither would his two young friends.

“Tea!” Dumbledore exclaimed. A tray of tea appeared on his desk. The old professor poured three large glasses of the special brew. He stood up, grasped two glasses and carried them to his two young comrades sitting in front of his desk.

“A wonderful elixir this is,” he said. Grinning, he walked back to his desk and lifted his glass in a toast. “I toast your happiness and the great happiness and love you will both have for your child.”

The three of them lifted their glasses and drank large gulps of the iced tea. Large smiles appeared on all three faces. The old professor was very pleased with the glances Hermione and Harry exchanged. Yes, it did his old heart good.

“Professor, is it possible we might be trying to do too much too fast. Might we not be our worst enemy by trying to manipulate the future? As much as I want to be with Hermione and am okay with what you did, what if we have overstepped some boundary, some line or something like that,” Harry said. His smile changed to one of a serious nature over the subject.

“Harry, it is up to us to decide our destiny. We must do all that we can to ensure a good one. You are correct in questioning our intentions. On the other hand, we should consider all we do very carefully. I agree; we can be our own worst enemies at times, as much as we can be our own best friends. There’s an old proverb from the Bhagavad-Gita: ‘Oh, let the self exalt itself, not sink itself below. For self is the only friend of self, and self Self’s only foe. For self, when it subdues itself, befriends itself. But when it eludes self-conquest, it is its own and only foe.’ We truly are our own best friends and can be our worst enemies. The power and ability resides in each of us to make or to change our world to our liking. If we strive always to make good things happen, always be our own best friends and always seek out good in others, then the majority of time good things and people will fill our world.”

“But what other evil awaits, Professor? What do you sense?” Hermione asked.

The old headmaster slowly pushed himself back in his chair. His face took on a very serious expression. The gravity of the question weighted heavily upon the old man. “There are many evil forces at work all around us, Hermione. That is why we must strive so hard to keep them in check. The work Athena and Coeus are doing is part of that. Chief Justice Webster is another. I know you both are aware of some of his shortcomings, but that is largely due to the strong charm he’s constantly struggling with. He was and is the perfect candidate for the job. He was very aggressive in his former life, and as you have both seen, he is very aggressive acting in our world. Again, he is the perfect man for the powerful position. I wish him a long and happy life, I do. There’s no doubt he will continue to influence our world greatly.”

“Hermione and I are both happy about Arthur Weasley, too,” Harry added with a smile.

“Yes, yes. That was grand, wasn’t it? Unanimously elected to be our Minister of Magic! Yes, a wonderful thing, too. After Fudge’s disappearance, he handled the interim posting so well no one wanted him replaced,” Dumbledore smiled, thinking back on the results of the election just two days prior.

“Some of our Athena and Coeus members are worried they might be dismissed, Professor. The work we’ve been doing has really slowed down. There’s a rumor that some will be let go,” Harry informed the old headmaster.

“Rumors, Harry! Just nasty rumors! The Chief Justice and I are committed to keeping the Department of Special Investigations staffed at its present level as far into the future as one can possibly plan. In fact, I wouldn’t hesitate to say, if we should see a flare-up of evil, we might even increase the size of the department even more,” Dumbledore said. “It is such a small price we pay to have them always trained and at the ready. Their work it of the utmost importance to keep evil in check.”

“You sure need to let them know that, Professor. Morale isn’t as high as it should be,” Harry replied.

“I’ll do just that, Harry. It’s about time I made another appearance at Falcon’s Lair. When would be the best time?”

“The sooner the better, Professor. It would sure relieve everyone to know what you just told us,” Harry admitted.

“Very well. Please let Sirius know I’ll be there tonight and to have everyone present. Would you do that for me?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry smiled and nodded his head. “I’ll go straightaway.”

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Professor Dumbledore and Hermione went to the Hall of Justice and found Chief Justice Webster busily reviewing casework at his desk. The old professor and Hermione sat and talked with him for some time at the large conference table within his chamber.

Webster was also upset about the rumor going around Falcon’s Lair. It was immediately agreed he would travel to the meeting, too. Further, he wanted to take his complete staff with him. They needed to get out and take in a little fresh air. Living and working within the Hall of Justice twenty-four, seven was not best for their morale, either.

Dumbledore had decided it was time to bring another within their inner circle. It would soon mean a change of duties, a career change, for his selection, but one that was absolutely essential to the old wizard’s long-term strategy.

That evening, the entire staff of the Hall of Justice arrived early at Falcon’s Lair. The young witches the Chief Justice brought with him were soon running around the castle like children at play. Hermione thought the large rowdy bunch reminded her of Hogwarts, except all were older.

Professor Dumbledore appeared right on time. With him was Severus Snape. Hermione and Harry were amazed and more than a little curious that their old headmaster had brought the wizard to Falcon’s Lair, knowing his history and prior involvement with Voldemort.

WIC Drucila Priest soon called all into the large dining hall. Even with as many witches and wizards assembled, there were still a large number of empty seats at the huge table.

The dining hall ran down the entire length of the castle. The ceiling was nearly thirty feet high. It was almost like being in a large cavern. However, down the entire length of the outside wall large windows, each over twenty feet high and ten feet wide, gave one the feeling of almost being out in open air. It greatly enhanced the ambiance of the expansive hall.

Before their feast began, Lord Chief Justice Webster and Professor Dumbledore spoke at some length. The Chief Justice again expressed his gratitude for their loyal service. Professor Dumbledore went on to dispel the rumor that some would have their jobs terminated. There arose a great sigh of relief when he informed them of that. He went on to speak of their most important tasks of deterrence and vigilance. By the time he had finished his talk, the entire group was feeling much better about themselves and were happier than they had been in many months.

The old professor took special note of the interest Severus Snape was taking in the proceedings. Dumbledore saw him continually looking around at the talented faces and enthusiasm displayed at the table. He was pleased to see how it so obviously excited the man to be a part of the event.

The speeches over, Professor Priest clapped her bony hands together and a large feast appeared before them down the long table. A very diverse menu had been prepared. The old witch was elated over the excitement her selections had aroused.

After the meal was finished, the Chief Justice, Dumbledore, Snape and the supervisory staff at Falcon’s Lair went out for a walk around the estate’s grounds. The chill evening air had the hint of early spring to it. It was filled with the freshness of new life emerging all around them.

The Chief Justice suggested another large structure be built on the grounds. He had fallen in love with this part of Scotland. They all became excited when he spoke of making a private resort on the property. He went on to describe one with all the amenities he could think of - - - one where they could come when they needed a change of scenery and to relax. All thought it to be a splendid idea.

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Hours later, Professor Dumbledore and Severus Snape sat in his office at Hogwarts. Snape had just finished telling the old headmaster how impressed he was with the young wizards and witches at Falcon’s Lair. They also discussed the important work the Chief Justice had been doing. A considerable number of practitioners of the dark arts had been brought before him, found guilty and sentenced to long terms of imprisonment in Azkaban.

“I’m honored you’ve finally allowed me to see what you’ve been doing, Professor. I regret not having been called sooner,” Snape said, watching the old wizard closely to see his reaction to his statement.

“Yes, Severus. I, too, regret you could not have been with us from the beginning. Your help and counsel I sorely missed. Of course, I’m certain you understand why your call was delayed. Many knew your history. It was a matter of trust. And I had to have the complete trust of all I went before. You would have been a liability at the time. There you have it, plain and simple,” Dumbledore told the man, peering directly into his eyes through the half-moon lenses of his glasses.

“No one regrets my prior associations more than I do, Professor,” Snape replied with a scowl.

“Yes, of course,” the old professor nodded. “You were born in Romania, in Transylvania, were you not? Your mother was Romanian?”

“Yes,” Snape replied.

“You were raised there, too. But your father insisted you attend Hogwarts?”

“Yes, as he had.”

“Yes, of course,” Dumbledore again nodded his head, keeping his eyes on the man’s dark face. “A need exists, which you might be interested in. The Chief Justice and I intend to establish a Coeus team in the eastern mountains of Transylvania or perhaps in Harghita. We need someone to head that team, Severus. Someone who can find a location suitable to work out of, one of great privacy and security, and someone we can completely trust.”

Snape shifted in his chair. The man’s dark eyebrows deceived his attempt to conceal his interest from the old wizard.

Dumbledore easily read the man’s thoughts. “I’ve just recently spoken to Stefan Tuca. He’s an old friend of mine who is the headmaster at Brasov. You know of the school?”

“Yes, Professor. It’s nearly as old as Hogwarts. It was the first school in Eastern Europe sanctioned by the Council of Magic. I do not know of Tuca, though.”

“A very interesting and intelligent old wizard, he is. He speaks something like eight or ten languages fluently. But more than that, he’s a very decent old headmaster. A good man,” Dumbledore stressed.

“The team would be located at or near the school?” Snape asked.

“No, not necessarily. It should be located wherever it is best to have it. That whole area of Eastern Europe has given rise to some of our most troubling dark lords over more centuries than I care to ponder. Thankfully, most remain close to home. I’d hate to think we would have to deal with many of them around here. But they are aware, of course, of Voldemort’s demise. They realize the whole of Great Britain is wide open for plunder. Very soon, I don’t doubt we might be seeing any number of them upon our shores. Therefore, it’s important for us to obtain as much information as we can before that possibly comes to pass. You can see the importance of this, I’m sure,” the old wizard said. He noticed Snape was hard at work processing the information, and was pleased with what the pensive man’s expressions were telling him.

Snape nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, of course, Professor. I see the importance. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Quite frankly, you happened to be the very person I had on my mind to head that team, even before the Chief Justice and I began discussing the need. When I told him you were the best possible candidate, well, he whole-heartedly agreed, you see. So now, it’s up to you decide if you wish to pursue it. Why don’t we give you a few days to decide.” Dumbledore remarked, but already knew what the answer would be.

Snape, of course, didn’t want to seem too eager to jump at the old headmaster’s offer. He already knew he was going to take the position, though. He was excited to his very bones about it. But he stilled himself before coolly replying, “Yes, certainly, Professor. You’ve given me much to think about. And thank you for the consideration and support you’ve given me. If I may, perhaps I should take a few days to mull over the offer.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I’m sure you will make the right decision, Severus. I trust you entirely on that,” Dumbledore replied out of courtesy. Nevertheless, the old wizard would go ahead with his plans. This little fish had swallowed the bait - - - hook, line and sinker.


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Late that night, long after Severus Snape had left him, Professor Dumbledore waited for his next visitor. He sat back in his chair thinking about a young girl. It was time to change her direction. For good or bad, something had to be done about Ginny Weasley.

Professor McGonagall entered his office near midnight. The old wizard again sealed the office before they began their deliberations.

“Minerva, I’ve been giving much thought of Ginny Weasley. You say she continues to miss many of her classes?”

“Yes, Albus. She’s still very unsettled. I don’t believe Hogwarts is her answer, and I can’t see her finishing the term,” the old witch replied, pressing her lips tightly together and giving the old headmaster her sternest look.

“Yesterday, I spoke with Webster about her. He left the decision up to me. Arthur and Molly consented on doing whatever I thought might bring her out of her emotional state. I explained to them how she might react under the powerful charm at the Hall of Justice. They were unaware, of course, that the charm had that much power. Arthur was called back to the Ministry before we finished. But I went on to tell Molly that Ginny would be forced to deal with the aversion she had about being touched by a man. At the present time, Ginny can’t even be alone with Harry. However, I did tell her that if she came around, the Chief Justice might play a hand in it. She knew what I meant, but still agreed something must be done. She saw no problem with Ginny being around Webster and the charm, if it helped her,” Dumbledore said.

“Being with the other females will do more good for her at first. They will help her along, I’m sure. On the other hand, it might just change Ginny’s sexual orientation. But that isn’t a bad thing, either. If it weren’t for my special needs, Albus, you know I would only prefer the company of females,” the old witch admitted, smiling devilishly at her old friend.

Dumbledore had for many years known of Minerva McGonagall’s special needs. He had always been more than happy to help her satisfy them.


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Hermione and Professor Dumbledore had another talk the next day. She also agreed that something must be done to help Ginny through the crisis. They formulated a strategy, and it was soon decided to bring Ginny to the professor’s office where Hermione could talk with her in private.

It was obvious Ginny was somewhat thinner and unkempt when she shortly entered the room. Hermione quickly walked up to the redheaded girl, firmly hugging her old friend to her. Ginny returned the embrace with a tight one of her own. And she didn’t want to let go when Hermione tried to pull away.

“Ginny,” Hermione began, “I need to talk to you about making a change. Do you feel up to it?”

“A change?”

“Yes, Ginny. I would like you to come live at the Hall of Justice with me for a while. Help me with my work. You might decide you like it enough to stay. What do you think of that?”

“I could live with you?”

“Yes, if you wish. However, there are many vacant bedrooms there. You can choose any you like,” Hermione said, pulling her to her once again and hugging the troubled girl.

Tears filled Ginny’s eyes. “Yeah. That would be great. I’m just not able to do the school thing, Hermione. So much has changed. I can’t keep my mind on my studies, and I miss a lot of classes,” she admitted.

“Well, if you come with me, you can take all the time you need to adjust. There isn’t any rush,” she told her.

“Okay. I’ll do it. When can I go?”

“Right now! I’ll have the house-elves transfer your things.”

Hermione took Ginny straight to the Hall of Justice and showed her a number of bedrooms.

“Where do you stay, Hermione?”

“I’m on the third-floor. My room is across from the Chief Justice’s bedroom.”

Ginny and Hermione found a bedroom on the second floor she liked. After she walked around the room, Hermione shut the bedroom door and sat down for a long talk with Ginny. She seemed to be in good spirits, but something about her had changed. Hermione couldn’t get a handle on it but she realized in a few days she would undoubtedly change again. For better or for worse, she would change.

Some hours later, Hermione met Harry in the anteroom when he arrived from Falcon’s Lair. She told him it had been decided Ginny would be staying within the Hall. Harry agreed it would be best if he were absent for the next days or weeks. It would give her time to settle in without any pressure from him. Hermione also agreed. Harry returned immediately to Falcon’s Lair, planning on staying there until Hermione called for him to return.

Over the next few days, Ginny seemed to return to her old self. She really enjoyed being around the female staff. She even joked with Webster at their meals. Ginny began grooming herself as she once did, too. She had always been very careful with appearance. Hermione was very pleased with how she was coming along.

At the end of the first week, Hermione had finished up some of her research in the library and went looking for Ginny. She didn’t find her in her bedroom and began asking around for her. Pamela said that she thought she had gone with Denise to her room.

Hermione knocked on Denise’s bedroom door and after a long wait, Denise opened it a small bit and peered out.

“Hermione!”

“Denise! Is Ginny here?”

“Yes, come in,” Denise said, stepping to one side. The girl was naked, and Hermione saw Ginny under a sheet on the bed. She had an anxious and embarrassed look on her face.

“What’s up?” Hermione asked.

“We were just messing around a little. Thought we would take a break from the mundane,” Denise said with a giggle.

“Oh! I should leave you two, then,” Hermione said, turning around to leave.

“Hermione! Wait!” Ginny quickly yelled out. “I’m sorry!”

“Sorry? What are you sorry for, Ginny?” Hermione asked, turning around and walking over to the bed.

“I didn’t mean to do anything wrong,” the redheaded girl said, looking as if she were about to cry.

“You aren’t doing anything wrong, Ginny. Living within the Hall of Justice affects everyone this way. I’m glad you two are taking advantage of a little quiet time. Enjoy yourselves,” Hermione said and walked out of the room.

A little later, Ginny went to Hermione’s bedroom and found her in her personal library reading up on pregnancy. She knew Hermione was pregnant and was more aware of the particulars than she let on.

“Come in Ginny. Sit down. I’ll order up some tea,” Hermione said.

Ginny walked around and sat at the small table within the bedroom’s private library. “How’s your pregnancy going, Hermione?”

“Fine, I hope. I feel great. You need to hurry up and get yourself this way, too,” Hermione said, wanting to see what the girl would reply.

“I don’t know if I ever want to have children. Not yet, anyway,” she replied.

Hermione patted the girl’s forearm lightly and lovingly. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll change your mind in time. Just wait till Harry gets back. I’m sure you’ll be right back in his arms,” Hermione replied, watching for her reaction to the statement.

The girl shook her head. “I don’t know, Hermione. I’m not sure. Not now,” Ginny said, staring down at the table, running a hand absentmindedly in a circle on top of the small table.

“What are you not sure of, Ginny?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to be with him. That’s all.”

“With Harry? You’re joking, right? You love him very much. How many times have you told me that?” Hermione asked, as if shocked more than she really was at her statement.

“I don’t feel ready. That’s all. Maybe later,” she reiterated.

Hermione went on to tell Ginny what she could expect out of the powerful charm. How it would change her. How it would enhance her sexuality. Ginny admitted knowing how sexually excited Harry had become because of it. She also admitted how sensual her own thoughts had become. She was having sexual cravings again, but they didn’t include men.

“I guess Harry has been relieving some of his pressures with you girls, huh?” Ginny asked out, raising her eyebrows and expecting Hermione to finally tell her the truth.

“Yes, Ginny. Harry has spent a lot of time with all of us. Who told you?” Hermione asked.

“I figured as much. I asked Denise, and she told me that Harry was a real animal. It’s okay. I’m glad he has the girls to help him along. She told me she thinks your baby is his, too,” Ginny said, looking into Hermione’s eyes.

“Yes, it is, Ginny. I was going to tell you the minute you began to feel better. I didn’t mean to keep that from you as long as I have,” she said, feeling somewhat small because she hadn’t told her old friend first. “Damn that Denise!” she thought to herself. “I ought to ring her neck!”

“It’s okay, Hermione. You’ll be a great mother. I bet your baby will really be special, too. And I’ve always known Harry had the hots for you. When he finally took an interest in me, I thought maybe you had turned him down or something. I didn’t understand why he chose me over you. It didn’t make any sense, but I loved him so much. I would have done anything he asked me to do from the very first time I saw him,” Ginny admitted, tears forming in her eyes.

“I’ve always loved him, too, Ginny. Harry and I somehow got our signals all mixed up. We were both afraid of doing something to destroy our friendship. But he has something very special with you, Ginny. He thinks of you all the time. He loves you very, very much. More than you will ever know, I promise you,” Hermione said, emotional tears running down her cheeks, too.

“I don’t know if I can ever be with a man, Hermione. I just don’t know. Maybe in time, but I can’t right now,” Ginny repeated.

“In time you’ll come back around, Ginny. I know Harry wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Ginny didn’t reply. She just nodded her head, looking down at her two hands she had laid before her on the table.

Hermione walked around and pulled her out of the chair. She hugged Ginny to her and kissed her cheek.

“Did you and Denise have a good time?” Hermione asked, grinning at her old friend.

“Yeah! It was great! I never knew what girl’s did! But I do now! It’s kind of embarrassing, though,” she admitted.

“You’ll have to do things like that to keep your sanity while living here. Erotic, nasty visions will start bouncing around in your head like crazy. For some time, Deborah Stran and I have been together. We enjoy our sexual adventures. And I really love her, too. She has become very special to me,” Hermione confessed.

Ginny smiled at the thought. “You and another girl, Hermione? I can’t imagine that.”

“A year ago I’d have told someone they were crazy if they had even suggest it, but not now. My mind is much more open to things like that now. Deborah is amazing, too. Maybe one of these days you can spend an afternoon with her. She would really like that,” Hermione said with a devious smile.

“She is really beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yeah! I think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she is super nice, too.”

Hermione was so thankful Ginny finally knew the truth about Harry and the baby. She wondered, though, how she would have accepted the knowledge if the assault hadn’t happened to her. She immediately washed that horrendous thought right out of her mind.


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Over the next week, Ginny began going from bed to bed, from one girl to another. One night she stayed with Sarah, Pamela and Martha in Sarah’s large bedroom on the third-floor. Their orgy went on into early morning hours. The next morning, Pamela and Ginny stayed in the bed, while Sarah and Martha hurried off to breakfast and duties of the court.

Ginny’s escapades soon came to the Chief Justice’s attention. He couldn’t help but smile to himself whenever he thought of the redheaded girl. Webster wanted her so badly. But he didn’t want to do anything to upset the girl.

One morning he called Hermione into his bedroom after breakfast. Hermione thought he wanted her to satisfy him but was surprised when Webster immediately questioned her about Ginny.

“I would really like to be with her, Hermione. Is she ready?” Webster asked.

Hermione could see the lust in his eyes. The large man had obviously been thinking of little else but the girl.

“I’m not sure, Dan. She’s dealing with demons we can’t even begin to appreciate. I’m committed on seeing she gets past them, though. Perhaps we should make it possible for her to be with you for a period of time,” Hermione said, searching her mind for an answer.

“What do you mean?”

Hermione nodded her head slowly, as if she had just agreed to an idea she hadn’t yet vocalized. “What if we assign her to help you and Sarah with your casework? You know, going over the docket, reviewing your cases and such. If you could show you’ve taken an interest in her, to teach her the workings of the court and the like, yes, I believe it might work. She needs to work close to you, Dan. She needs to be around you constantly,” Hermione smiled, knowing she had found the answer. “You are hard to resist. Ginny’s lustful cravings will, without a doubt, switch from the girls to you, Dan. Yes! That’s our answer!”

It was impossible for Webster not to notice Hermione’s excitement. She was beside herself with joy, the happiest he had see the young witch in some time.

“That’s the answer? You want me to put Ginny to work with me?”

“Yes, Dan! It will work! I know it will!” Hermione excitedly replied.

“Well then, I’ll leave it up to you to have her report for work in my chamber then,” Webster nodded his head. He could care less whether the girl learned anything at all about the court. His sole interest was pulling off her panties and getting at what awaited him between her beautiful legs.

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Severus Snape had given Dumbledore his answer two days after their initial meeting. The old wizard smiled and nodded his head. He had been certain what the reply would be, of course.

The old professor then arranged a special meeting with Chief Justice Webster at the Hall of Justice. Severus was ecstatic over his new position. He lusted for the status and prestige such a posting would give him.

Webster liked the man. He immediately found him to be extremely self-assured, quick of wit and strong minded. Dumbledore had once again chosen the perfect man for the job.

After the meeting, Dumbledore took Snape to the large library and told him he expected the potions master to spend several weeks researching the Romanian culture, the history of witchcraft and wizardry in that part of the world and catch up on current events. Minister Bones was called upon to assist him with the later, as he had assigned two investigators to Bucharest months before and was able to provide Snape access to the current intelligence they were gathering.

Martha instantly took an immediate interest in the tall, dark man. Wendy urged her to make whatever advances her pretty supervisor could to get him to come to the office they shared next to Sarah’s.

The first few days, Snape sat for hours at one of the large tables within the library soaking up all he could find on Romania and that part of Eastern Europe. Martha constantly went to see how he was coming along. Snape, who would otherwise have been very short tempered about someone barging in and bothering him, found he was looking forward to the girl snuggling up against him, touching his arm and looking seductively into his eyes.

Martha knew she finally had peaked his interest in her. “Would you like to see my office,” she whispered seductively on the fourth day.

Severus turned into her face, which was just inches from his own. “What is it you wish to show me?” he whispered back, looking down at the girl’s luscious lips.

“Come see,” she said teasingly. She ran a hand slowly down his arm and hooked a finger around one of his.

She gently pulled him down to her office door, bringing him into her den of iniquity. Martha unclasped her dark blue cloak and pushed it back off of her shoulders. She very slowly undressed herself before him.

Severus caressed the tall blond with his dark eyes, as she slowly walked to stand within inches of him. He raised his hands and very lightly ran his fingers up and down the outside of Martha’s arms.

“You are a delightful creature,” he said. “Do you taste as good as you look?

He leaned forward slowly and opened his mouth at her neck. Very nimbly, he licked and sucked at the soft, delicate flesh he found there. Martha shivered against his lustful sucking, pushing her face to his and kissing the lobe of his ear. Severus lowered his hands and squeezed her firm hips.

Martha squirmed, moving her face around to kiss his lips. Raising his hands, Severus grasped her face and pulled it forcibly to his. Their mouths opened and tongues met in a warm, moist dance of sensual foreplay. She sought out his heat with her hand, rubbing against his robe.

Severus pulled away and pushed her toward the desk. He lifted her to its top and pressed an open hand against her chest, forcing her to lay flat. He reached under her legs and lifted them, looking down upon the hot flesh which became exposed to him. Stopping first to look into her eyes, he slowly lowered his mouth to kiss and lick at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Severus nibbled gently at the velvety tissue, making his way unhurriedly to Martha’s warm, waiting wetness.

Reacting to the sensual electricity rampaging through her, Martha arched her back, rocking her shoulders from side to side. She was hardly able to contain the mounting upsurge within her.

Severus inhaled the strong scent emanating from the young girl’s sloppy pussy. As he moved his head into her crotch, he opened his mouth and began kissing and licking at her wetness. His tongue pushed into her inflamed lips, flicking playfully along her inner folds. He then moved to her aroused clit and sucked at the hard nub.

Martha’s body shuddered, and she gasped loudly for air. She moaned and groaned from the man’s assault on her tender flesh. She lifted her hips to him, opening herself fully for his pleasure and hers.

The man raised a long finger to her vestibule and gently began finger-fucking the young witch. Soon he had two fingers inside the girl and marveled at her tightness. Martha begged the man to enter her, to use her, to make love to her.

Snape needed no such urging. He raised himself and quickly removed his own inflamed flesh. Wasting no time, he lifted the girl’s legs and ordered her to grasp her ankles. No sooner than that was done, he lifted his throbbing cock to her cunt and lightly dragged it up and down the wet slit. Her juices mixed with the man’s precum, making the head of his cock shine with the gooey slime. He then pushed the head into her heat. The girl’s hot flesh tightly wrapped itself around the intruder. Martha squeaked out loudly as Snape pushed his heavy organ into her.

Snape’s cold, calculating mind lost all control. Another part of his brain took command, urged on by his wanton, lustful desire to have his way with this girl, completely and unrestrained. He was soon crashing his crotch into hers. The man squeezed his fingers into her flesh, pulling her savagely into his hard flesh.

In a few short minutes, he exploded deep inside the girl. Holding her tightly to him, Snape shuddered as his seed spewed into the girl. Martha shook uncontrollably, as sensual electricity fired through her body. They both opened their mouths wide, gasping for breath.

Upon opening his eyes to look down into the girls face, Snape saw Wendy and Ginny standing in the open doorway of the office. Wendy had a lustful expression of her own; Ginny had one of shock. Wendy pushed Ginny into the office and shut the door behind them.

Wendy quickly moved a chair for Snape to sit down in. He nodded his head thankfully, but it went unnoticed, as Wendy instantly dropped to her knees in front of the dark wizard and pried his legs apart. She lowered her mouth to his nearly limp cock and began sucking at it hungrily and noisily.

Martha raised herself slowly from the desk, looking down and smiling at Wendy at play. She noticed Ginny standing, as if in a trance, watching her newfound friend, too.

“Take your clothes off, Ginny!” Martha commanded the redheaded girl.

Ginny did not respond. She stood frozen in place. Martha moved to her and shook her, bringing her out of her stupor.

“Take your clothes off, Ginny! I want to see him do you next,” Martha said, her eyes flashing with renewed carnal desire.

“No!” Ginny said, turning to flee from the room.

Martha grabbed her and pulled her forcibly back to her. She grabbed the back of Ginny’s head and pulled her face to her, kissing the girl. At first, Ginny tried to pull away but soon found she was lusting and craving to touch Martha’s naked body.

Snape watched the two girls going at each other, and it aroused him greatly. Wendy continued her ministrations on the dark wizard but he did not want her. He wanted Ginny Weasley. He pushed Wendy away from him with a swipe of an arm and rose from the chair.

He reached out, grasped a handful of Ginny’s hair, and pulled her around to face him. Shocked by his actions, she tried to struggle free of him but Severus seized her with his other hand and held her tight. He then closed on her mouth with his and began kissing and sucking at the young witch. Ginny’s legs went weak, as she gave into his desires.

Martha roughly pushed and pulled at Ginny, removing her clothes. When she pulled her bra free, Snape lowered his head to her large, firm breasts and sucked at her pink areolas, while squeezing and lifting the soft flesh.

Martha and Wendy both closed on the redheaded girl and began running their hands up and down her flesh. Ginny was soon ecstatic at the avalanche of sensations coursing through her young body.

Snape then pulled Ginny to the desk and deposited her on top of it, as he had done with Martha. Intense carnal cravings were again flowing through him. In the past, he had so often wanted to take this girl, to use her as he wished. So often she had been the focus of his daily fantasizing.

Martha and Wendy pulled her back down on the desk. They began kissing her about her mouth, neck and breasts. Their hands played over her soft skin, teasing and massaging it.

Snape quickly pried open her legs to satisfy his own desire. Ginny was beside herself from the pleasure she was experiencing. She was shuddering at each touch and quaking inside from Snape’s lovemaking. She soon felt fingers rubbing teasingly at her clit, and it sent her into a frenzy of moans and gasps.

Snape continued until he suddenly climaxed, shaking all over from his release. Ginny, too, quivered in climax. Snape then reached down and lifted the young girl into his arms. He kissed her cheeks and neck then hugged her tightly to him.

Ginny was breathless, gasping for air. She lifted her arms to Snape’s back and returned his loving embrace. Thus they remained for some minutes until the chill of the room brought them back to life.

Ginny took Severus to her second-floor bedroom where they showered. After helping her dry off, he pulled her back into the bedroom. Naked, they fell across the bed. Ginny rolled onto her side and lifted a hand to his chest, lightly stroking it.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling into the professor’s dark face.

“Thank you, Miss Weasley,” he replied with a smile. “That’s the most amusement I’ve had in some time.”


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On the crest of a hill some distance from Hogwarts, three hooded figures stood motionless. For three days, they had scrutinized the comings and goings at the large school. Others of their order were in Hogsmeade, London and the North West Highlands of Scotland.

Their sinister mission was just beginning.