A Different Kind of Magic--UNDERGOING EDIT

At last, the chapter I know many of you will have been waiting for. We visit our Ministry friends and get a taste of the machinations that drive it from within. It's not somewhere I'd want to work at this point in the story. I just had to give you all a taste of what is to come and it's not pretty, but you knew that already, right?



Chapter 40- Corruption

The girl’s head bobbed up and down on the slick cock of the Head Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

What a great first week on the job! Holy shite this girl is going to suck my brains out!

Millicent batted her lashes as her lips made a soft pop off the end of his dick before taking his length down her throat. Sterling Kisklove let out a long gasp as Milly’s tongue laved expertly over the shaft. He gripped the sides of his office chair and looked over at the other young woman just as eagerly devouring his colleague’s pulsing member.

“Where the hell did you find these girls, Monty?” he addressed his fellow Auror between panting breaths.

Sterling’s companion seemed non-plussed by the efforts of the girl desperately trying to work over his stubby bell end. “Come on, you stupid bitch,” he growled, “your friend never had this much trouble getting me off.”

A tear rolled down Daphne’s cheek as she started to retch in response to the squat, balding Auror called Monty who unceremoniously yanked her off and threw her against the wall. She tumbled to the floor, spittle still drooling down her chin.

“Millicent’s been here for ‘bout three months now. She couldn’t wait to get her slutty little lips wrapped ‘round the dicks of every randy fuck in the department,” he sneered mercilessly. “This useless twat,” he jerked his thumb over at the glowering Daphne, “was highly recommended by our Milly. Don’t know what she was thinkin’. Never had a worse suck in me whole life. Hey Milly, when you’re done with the the boss man, I think you owe me one.”

“Ummm hmmm,” was the strangled reply.

“Shut your mouth, Monty, I can’t come when you prattle.”

The squat Auror gave Daphne a nudge with his foot. “Wait outside for your friend. I suggest you find some dumb prick to practice on before coming back to the office, girly. You’re not gonna last here if you can’t suck dick with the big girls.”

The former Slytherin angrily shoved her arms through her robes and stalked out of the Head Auror’s office, slamming the door so the walls shook.

“Whew! I guess she’s a little sensitive, isn’t she!”

“Would you shut the fuck up?”

“Fine!” Monty slumped into a chair with his arms crossed, keeping his dick out while he stroked, watching Millicent continue to work his boss.

Seven tense minutes later, Sterling gave a hoarse cry and pulled out to spray his payload over her face. “Oh, god, that was intense!” He promptly shoved himself back into his pants and dropped a hundred galleon note on the desk. “I’ve got a meeting I’m late for.”

“You’re one cold cat, Sterling!” laughed the squat Monty.

“What?”

“Nothing, mate, I’m just impressed. You’re going to fit in just fine here.”

Millicent had scourgified the congealed spooge from her face and lustily crawled over to the leering Monty.


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Sterling strode down the pristine hallway to the marbled staircase, taking a sharp right to ascend two floors to arrive ten minutes late to his meeting. The woman inside was pacing back and forth in front of a gaudy statue bearing Salazar Slytherin holding an imposing staff in one bold hand. He hated that statue and vowed to have it accidentally broken as soon as possible.

Under-secretary Umbridge snapped her chin in his direction, flippantly closing the door and warding it behind him with a toss of her wand.

“You’re late.”

He snorted. “Yeah, so?” All the plates on the walls bearing cats meowed in unison. Fuck that’s creepy.

“Do you know what happens to employees that break the rules?”

“Look, it’s not a big deal. I was held over by some of my staff- ahh!” A feeling like a ton of bricks dropping inside of his head all at once overcame him momentarily. He dropped to his knees, clutching his temples.

“On the contrary, Auror Kisklove. It is a big deal. I can’t have my department heads setting a bad example, now can I?” Umbridge let out that annoying little laugh she did when quite pleased with herself.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Almost in unison, three new figures Apparated into her office.

Umbridge carried on like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Auror Kisklove, I know you have met Minister Shacklebolt. I would like to introduce you to our newest member of the team, Head Inquisitor Dr. Brian Shaw, and My Lord Lucius Malfoy.”

A trail of blood oozed from Sterling’s nose and over his lip. He lifted a finger to the red liquid and placed a finger into his mouth to taste it. Rising to his feet, he bowed incrementally before openly staring at Malfoy. “You’re a Death Eater!”

Lucius gave a dark chuckle. “How very observant,” he mocked. “Umbridge, is this really all the better you can do for head of the Auror department? It is an important role in our operations.” He sniffed in disdain, running one white gloved finger over the ridge of a cat plate and rubbing his fingertips together in feigned disinterest.

“My Lord Malfoy, I am sure you will find Auror Kisklove’s credentials are all in order. He’s not your typical scum.”

“Oh?” Lucius arched a regal brow. “Please elaborate.”

Umbridge opened her mouth to speak but Lucius cut her off with his cane. “No, I want to hear what our friend has to say.” In a sickly sweet voice as one would address a small child, he addressed the new department head. “Tell me, in your own words, why you are qualified to head this most…. sensitive… position within the Ministry.”

Sterling’s eyes shot from Umbridge to Malfoy to the silent Dr. Shaw and Imperio'ed Minister Shacklebolt. What the hell is going on? He looked nervously at Umbridge, licking his lips, smearing the blood over the ridge.

“I don’t take your meaning, sir. If you mean my education, I attended Hogwarts Academy of Wizardry and Magic with all Outstanding on my N.E.W.T.’s and O.W.L.’s. I took an apprenticeship at that time under the Ministry for the standard training as Auror on special assignment in Wales to the-“

“No, no!” Lucius imperiously cut in. “I want to know what you have done.”

Does he mean my crimes, I wonder?

“Sir, I am afraid you are going to have to elaborate. I don’t understand the question.”

“What things have you done that are crimes against the Wizarding world? Tell me how you mean to go on in the position as Head of the Auror Department! Gods, Umbridge, don’t you tell your new recruits anything? I get tired of repeating myself you fat troll.”

Umbridge bristled under the insult but held her tongue. “My apologies, My Lord Malfoy. I needed to be certain he could be trusted this past week.”

“What is your conclusion, Madam?”

“He will do nicely once he has taken the oath.”

What the hell are these people talking about? And what the hell were they doing talking to the most wanted, escaped Death Eater to elude capture and questioning since the last Great War?

Sterling started to edge his way toward the door. One hand disappeared into his robes.

”Incarcerous!” snapped a newly animated Dr. Shaw.

“Oh, well done Brian, well done,” Lucius intoned.

“Umbridge, just fill me in since this oaf is obviously a coward in addition to whatever makes him fit for the job. He’ll do nicely, I’m sure; I just don’t have time for all this foolishness.”

The three men and woman stood over the terrified Auror wriggling on the floor. “Sterling is a son of the Kisklove Wizarding family in the north of Wales. They emigrated there from London after his father was imprisoned for attempted murder and theft of jewels at a royal banquet in Muggle government circles. Sterling is well known amongst our operatives as a real low-life. He was due to be extradited to the United States in the suspicion of serial murders for Muggle prostitutes he had committed while visiting various brothels on holiday in New York City. He is also well known for frequenting Taiwan and leaving a trail of corpses of young girls upon his departure.

“This one holds quite the reputation. Once the right hand man to the London’s Wizarding Mafia cartel, Kisklove managed to take a Muggle bullet to the back upon arrest and still kept his mouth shut. While out on outrageous bail, his latest escapade included raping his own sister and impregnating her just before he was re-imprisoned for extradition. She is due with his inbred bastard any day now. I have no doubt he would love to have her killed as well. He comes highly recommended in both Muggle and Wizarding circles. He’s a real snake in the grass, if you will. It was like taking candy from a baby to Obliviate the proper officials to secure his release into our custody.”

“So you like to fuck Mudbloods, do you?” Lucius kicked the downed man in the groin, causing the bound figure to cry out. “Just make sure your filth doesn’t interfere with your work,” he snapped.

“Release him, Brian. It is time to tell him and have him take the vow.”

They released him, the terrified Sterling rising to his feet.

“I am your new Lord, Auror Kisklove. The Ministry reports to me. I am the Ministry. You work under my employ. If you deem fit to cross me, I shall have you tortured and killed. Our Dr. Shaw can be quite inventive with his torture methods, none of them pleasant, I assure you. You will do as you are told and ask no questions. Above all, you are bid to keep that meddlesome Harry Potter out of any critical or sensitive areas that would expose our little operation. You will now take an Unbreakable Vow to swear your fealty and obedience to me.”

The dumbfounded man nodded numbly. He was sworn to secrecy and servitude to Lucius Malfoy and the Ministry under punishment of torture and death.

As he hobbled from Umbridge’s office, she shot out one closing remark. “Kisklove, if you are ever late to my office again from having Millicent Bulstrode fellating your genitals, I will have them removed from your person.”

How did she know? He had to get Harry Potter off guard detail at the Minister’s residence before they had his head on a platter.