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A/N: Ok folks, I set up a yahoo group for my writing. Primarily it is to give me a place that I can post my stories to, and hopefully get some useful feedback on chapters before they are posted elsewhere on the net. By the way there is a picture of Norische on the group... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Of_Pens_and_Ponders/?yguid=104171974



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Chapter 45



After a short discussion with Tonks, and Shacklebolt, Remus had their assurances that neither would make any attempts to take Norische or Harry in. From their own words it seemed a little bit strange to be trying to put the boy who had brought so many death eaters to their knees and had killed even more of them behind bars, in fact it was practically ludicrous. So they made arrangements to meet them at the Dursley’s at noon with proper muggle transportation to take the family in, although the specific details of the reason behind the meeting was left rather vague, neither Auror asked too many questions.



The rather large group of witches and wizards dressed in muggle appropriate clothing orbed to the alleyway behind number four Privet Drive just as the clock chimed nine AM. Since it was a Saturday, Vernon did not have to go to work and Dudley was home for the weekend from school. It all worked out quite well, actually.



As they walked though the back yard of #4 Privet Drive, Harry could tell that the Dursleys had not hired anyone to tend the lawn yet. So many summers he had spent on his knees pulling the weeds from Petunias flower beds, so many days he had sweat as he pushed the old mower of Vernon’s… he never would get a power mower, said it was good for the little freak to work up a sweat. Harry couldn’t help but think how much of his own blood, his own sweat has been spilled within the boundaries of this property.



Rounding the house Harry could see the that the morning paper was still on the lawn so he walked over and picked it up, then headed to the front door. After buzzing the door Harry stood aside quite patiently waiting, he could hear heavy footsteps on the other side of the door coming closer…it had to be Dudley or Vernon, probably Dudley.



Norische made a quick choice as they waited for someone to answer the door. Casting a glamour on himself to hide his ample stomach and the fact that he was pregnant, Norische straightened his shirt and smoothed it over his now flat stomach.



The door opened and as soon as Dudley saw Harry and the individuals with him, he immediately tried to close the door.



“Ah, ah, ah Duddels… I think you really wish to let us in…don’t you.” Harry smirked, his eyes narrowing with a menacing glare.



“MOM!! DAD!!! IT’S THE FREAKS AGAIN!!!” Dudley screamed at the top of his lungs and ran to the back of the house where he knew Petunia was at.



Harry started to go through the door but Norische grabbed his arm and held it firmly. Harry looked over to see who had a hold of him; Norische shook his head slowly and then nodded towards Sirius. Harry glanced over to Sirius who was waiting not so patiently to the side, after a moment of thought Harry stepped back and allowed his godfather to take the lead.



“TUNIA!!!” Sirius sang out as he practically skipped through the entryway of the house.



“GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!” Petunia screeched from her hiding place in the kitchen.



“Oh there you are ducky!” Sirius already had his wand out and pointed in Petunia’s direction as he came into the kitchen. “Thought we might have a little chat. So tell me, where did old Vernon get himself off too?”



“Get out! You and the rest of you freaks are not welcome here.” Petunia was turning slightly white as she watched her kitchen fill with wizards and witches.



“Oh come on Tunia, we all came here to have a little fun. Wouldn’t want to be a bad hostess or anything now would you?” Sirius meandered over to where Petunia stood pressed against the doorway to the back yard.



Severus sealed off the house as soon as Hermione, the last to come into the house, crossed the doorway. He also cast a silencing spell and placed an additional ward on the house to keep Albus from being alerted to their presence. Then joined the others in the kitchen.



“Aunt Petunia, these are my friends and my true family. They know what you, Vernon, and Dudley did to me…they know … everything…” Harry glared at his aunt, making sure she understood what he was talking about as he tossed the morning paper onto the kitchen table.



“Madam. I am Norische De LeNoir Snape.” Norische stated as he moved forward. “Harry James Potter is my intended. We are to be bonded tomorrow. To begin our journey unblemished by the presence of you and your pathetic family, I give to him this time to set right all the wrongs that you have done unto his person. Free from guilt or fear of prosecution, he and those that love him as a brother, as a son, as a friend, and as a lover, do hereby claim the next three hours of your miserable life…so that even a minuscule resemblance of retribution shall be served.” Norische bowed to Petunia and then moved back to stand behind Harry, and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder to show his support in what ever he chose to do at this point.



“Bonded? Intended? What kind of perverted thing are you into now?!?!” Dudley called out from his hiding place beside the refrigerator.



Draco gave his best evil grin and waltzed up to Dudley. “So you are the fat tub of lard that used Harry as a punching bag. Oh this is going to be so fun….” Draco chuckled deep in his throat, as he narrowed his eyes at the massive frame of Harry’s cousin.



“Hey guys look who we found!” It was Fred and George. They were pushing a rather red faced Vernon down the hallway.



“GET OUT! YOU FREAKS HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE!” Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs.



“FREAKS!?!!?” Sirius screamed back. “You are the vile bastard that forced yourself on a child. You are the pathetic excuse of a man that forced yourself on a child against his will. You have the bollocks to call us ‘FREAKS’. I have never once molested a child….pity you can’t say the same thing.” With a wave of his wand the word ‘Pedophile’ was branded onto Vernon’s forehead.



Amidst Vernon’s screams could be heard Dudley, echoing the pain his father felt as the word ‘Rapist’ was burned into his own skin. Petunia turned almost white with fear as she watched the torture commence.



Sirius grinned at Petunia, an evil, menacing grin. “Don’t worry Tunia, you’ll get yours too.” Then with a wave of his wand the words ‘child abuser’ appeared burned into Petunia’s forehead.



The room became suddenly quiet as the three Dursleys fainted, from pain or fear Harry wasn’t quite sure but either way it gave them a moment of silence to decide what to do next.



“I think we should probably move into the parlor, there is more room in there.” Harry stated.



Bill, Charlie, Fred and George nodded and began levitating the Dursleys and directing them into the parlor. First Severus created an old fashioned stock for Petunia, and then he walked around to the end where her head was protruding and cast Enervate.



“What? Let me go! Let me out of here!” Petunia shrieked as she struggled with the bindings.



“I don’t think so Petunia. You see I have something I wish to tell you. I have something I think will serve justice quite well in mind for you. It is two fold really. First, for the lack of attention and the lack of affection you have shown to Harry Potter for the last sixteen years… for the next ten years of your life, any time someone attempts to touch you, show you any form of affection, hold you, hug you, comfort you… your skin will burn, the pain will increase exponentially with the contact until you are rendered unconscious, at which time the spell will reset….Caritas Adflictatio.” Severus stated quite matter-of-factly, then uttered the curse…the vengeance dripping from his words.



“The second part of your judgment from myself will be based on the your lack of ability to properly provide sustenance for Harry Potter. One of the most basic of human needs, you somehow felt that a child could live without, hence…. From this day forward you will relive the life you forced on Harry. From the time he was six years old until his sixteenth birthday, you will be allowed to eat only what he was allowed for that date. If you try and eat even one bite more than Mr. Potter was allowed to eat that day, you will vomit, oh and I will be kind. I will make certain alternations to the curse so that you are given warning, when you have reached the maximum that you are permitted to eat for that day, then you will feel a burning deep in your stomach. If you wake in the morning with a burning then know this, that day…ten years ago a child went without food…and so shall you.” Then Severus raised his wand again and spoke once again. “Ieiunium Imputo”



“You can’t do this. It’s inhuman!” Petunia struggled against her bindings.



“Ah but you see that is the glory of these particular charms. They are retribution for your past behaviors, hence if you had never committed the offence then the spell would not be permitted to take hold. So each day you suffer, remember your own words Petunia, remember what you stated today… ‘It’s inhuman…’ and remember that how you are being treated is only a reflection of the way you treated Harry Potter. Your torture lasted for sixteen years Petunia, be thankful that I am being lenient and restricting your punishment to only ten.”



Severus turned with a flare of robes and magic, and headed back over to where Remus stood. His anger ebbed ever so slightly, as he heard Petunia sobbing in his wake.



Harry walked over to Dudley and Vernon who were laying in the middle of the parlor floor tied at the wrist and knees. “Enervate.”



Vernon groaned as he slowly came around, and Dudley lay beside him whimpering in pain from the branding on his forehead. Harry looked down at the two of them and smiled. “Uncle Vernon, Dudley, I would like to introduce you to my soon to be family.” The smile slowly turned into an evil grin. “First, Norische…my mate. He is a Vampire.” With those words Norische walked forward and removed his cloak and shirt, not wanting to ruin one of his favorite silks. Then as Harry’s uncle and cousin looked on terrified he changed into his Vampyric form, his wings unfurled and his fangs bared Norische crept over to the two males menacingly.



“Ah, ah, ah… you need to wait to play until everyone has been introduced Nori.” Harry chuckled and watched as Norische paused in his advance. “Now then to continue. You have met Remus previously, what you did not know is that Remus is a werewolf.” Harry smirked as Remus transformed into his wolf form. “You also know Sirius, but did you know that he is an animagus as well as a wizard?” Harry chuckled at the terrified look on Vernon’s face as he didn’t take his eyes off of the wolf who was growling and pacing just a few feet away from him. Sirius grinned and in the blink of an eye, a huge black dog stood where Harry’s godfather had once been, in his full grim form, Sirius went to stand over beside Remus. It was honestly hard to say who was more terrifying the growling pacing form of the wolf/werewolf or the drooling, crazed eyed grim that kept licking his chops and glaring at the Vernon and Dudley.



“On with the introductions. This is Draco, he is a Veela…I am sure you will find him to be quite delightful.” Draco glared at Harry for a moment then without reservation transformed into his veela form. Even though he was only partially veela and did not take on the true birdlike features of a full blood veela, the form he did bring forth was quite horrifying in itself. His skin turned to a dark shade of red, and huge reddish black wings sprouted from his back, his eyes turned black as death itself and he hands became almost like claws with razor sharp talons. Draco had never tried a full transformation yet, he had only experimented with calling forth his wings on an occasion or two, but the anger he had felt since he came into this house allowed him to draw on something he had no idea existed within him. Looking into the mantle mirror Draco saw his reflection and wasn’t sure if he should be frightened or thrilled. The site of his own reflection was a little shocking and triggered a natural defensive reaction, Draco bared his fangs and hissed at his reflection, warning the creature he saw before him not to get any closer.



Chris was absolutely thrilled with Draco’s success at his transformation, but he was also concerned. So without further ado, Chris transformed into his Vampyric form and slowly approached Draco. At first Draco didn’t exactly recognize Chris but he knew his scent so when Chris approached he merely stood stiffly waiting to see what he would do. Chris folded back his wings into a more submissive pose then bared his fangs slightly with a gentle hiss as he nuzzled Draco’s neck.



Norische took the more direct approach, walking over to the pair he had his wings on full unfurl, wishing to show his dominance. At first Draco hissed at this show of power, but Norische returned the hiss with full fangs. Seeing this Draco tilted his head to the side slightly and conceded to the greater power. Norische reached over and grabbed both Chris and Draco; drawing them close to him…then turned to look at Harry as if to signal him to continue.



Harry was so proud of Draco’s ability to change fully. They had all talked about their abilities and what changes might happen once they bonded, at the time Draco had been very unsure of himself as far as his Veela nature had been. Up to that date he had only shown a minuscule amount of physical changes and to be truthful he wasn’t sure if he would have complete control of his beast side. Harry grinned at Draco and made a mental note to congratulate him later on his success. Maybe he would pick him up some Death By Chocolate ice cream while they were in London.



Turning back to Vernon and Dudley. “This is Chris, as you can see…he is also a vampire.” Harry had chosen earlier to state vampire, with a long ‘i’ sound instead of the more traditional vampyre, which had an ‘ee’ sound, since the Dursley’s probably wouldn’t recognize the word Vampyre even though it was truly more traditional and was the preferred enunciation of the word, being muggles and all that is.



“This is Pari, my soon to be godmother-in-law, and her brother Kain, both of whom are Vampires as well.” Harry motioned towards the pair. No sooner had the words come from his mouth than the two transformed into their Vampyric forms.



By now a rather odiferous air reeked around both Vernon and Dudley, as it appeared they had lost complete control of their bodily functions. Laying there trembling in their own excrement both Vernon and Dudley found they had long lost the ability to speak, let alone form cognitive thought.



Harry reached over and grasped Molly’s hand and pulled her through to the forefront of the individuals gathered around the three muggles. “I would like to now introduce you to the most ferocious, the most dangerous of them all… Molly, and she…is a mother…” Harry could hear Arthur chucking behind them, but the Weasley boys were all nodding and confirming Harry’s statement.



“Now that everyone is introduced…I think it is time to have a little fun.







“Professor Snape can you reattach that, we only have a few minutes left and I still have so many interesting things I wish to experiment with.”



Severus looked down to the blob of flesh that lay at the young red head’s feet. “Miss Weasley, even with all my years of experience in service to the Dark Lord… I must say you freighted me.” With a wave of his wand Severus reattached the severed bit of flesh that had been so painstakingly removed from Dudley’s genital regions. “Perhaps you should retire to the other room and allow someone else to play for a while.” Severus suggested, as he looked at the rather pathetic muggles that lay whimpering before them.



“Well...” Ginny huffed, “I guess. But I still have several excellent ideas.”



“I am quite sure. Now please, refrain from expending further attention on these individuals… I am sure that Harry wished them to be alive when they serve their life sentences.”



“All right. I guess I could go find out if Mum and Dad are going to head over with Harry or not.” Ginny smiled and laid down the single edged razor that she had been clutching in her hand, then wandered off into the kitchen to see what everyone else was doing.



Severus looked down at Vernon, Petunia and Dudley all three of whom had long since passed out. With a few waves of his wand and some rather potent spells, Severus healed the trio back to an acceptable level, then followed the Weasley youth into the kitchen area of the house.



Norische was sitting at the kitchen table cradling Harry close to him. Draco was sitting on the floor with his head resting on Norische’s leg, and Chris stood behind them attempting to massage away some of the tension that was manifesting itself as a kink in Norische’s neck. Like everyone else they had transformed back into their human self, although Draco did appear to be a little shaken by the transformation, everyone else seemed to be doing well though.



Sirius was speaking softly to Remus, so Severus went over to join them. “Once Tonks and Shacklebolt get here, we need to head over to the Ministry with the pensieve.” Remus stated.



“Yeah, but what about Norische and the warrant and all?” Sirius glanced over to the boys sitting at the table.



“I have Tonks and Shacklebolt’s assurance that they won’t attempt to arrest him, but I don’t know about anyone else.” Remus sighed.



“Perhaps you are speaking prematurely.” Hermione stated.



“Excuse me Miss Granger, what was that?” Severus asked at Hermione’s comment, even though it was said so softly he could barely hear it.



Hermione walked across the room over to where they were gathered. “Do we know for sure that the Minister actually pressed the charges like he threatened?”



Remus looked over to Severus, who returned his questioning glance. “Not specifically, I suppose.” Remus stated although his voice was fairly uncertain.



“Well then, perhaps we should ask Tonks or Shacklebolt when they get here, before we start making unnecessary plans.” Hermione smiled.



The Weasley brother’s were gathered around the sink in the kitchen going over the different parts they played in the ‘fun’ with Dursleys time. Fred was looking a little green as Ginny mentioned some of the inventive things that she had explored with both Dudley and Vernon, although she seemed to focus more on Dudley.



“Well what do you expect from the girl, she had six brothers pestering her from the time she was born. And for the first time in her life she was able to have free reign to do as she pleased. She has had several years to plan revenge, might as well get it out of her system before she goes out and tried to date a boy now shouldn’t she.” Molly stood behind Ginny with her hands on Ginny’s shoulders as if showing her support for her only daughter.



“I pity the poor bloke that gets our Ginny riled.” Bill commented.



“I second that. Been planning for years to be hiding out in the bushes somewhere when she goes out with a chap, just to make sure he treats her right and all. But after what I’ve done seen today, I don’t want to be anywhere near if a fellow should try and take liberties that he shouldn’t. Never know what I would step on if I were to try and leave.” Ron agreed, remembering how just a few moments ago he almost stepped on one of Dudley’s testicals that had rolled away quite by accident.



“It wasn’t my fault. He jerked when I wasn’t expecting him too. I put it back where it was…or Professor Snape did rather.” Ginny blushed ever so slightly, she really hadn’t meant to drop the blasted thing but it kind of popped out of her hand when she wasn’t paying close enough attention.



Charlie groaned and leaned over the sink, looking as if he might get sick. But then again none of the males in close vicinity of the Weasley witch were confident of the constitutions of their stomachs at that moment anyway.



The front door buzzed, and Arthur headed up to the front of the house to answer it. Glad to get a bit of fresh air as it were.



“Tonks, Shacklebolt…good to see you. Come on into the kitchen. We are all gathered in here.” Arthur’s voice could be heard from the foyer.



Harry reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his father’s invisibility cloak, and quickly draped it over Norische before he could object. Then Harry quickly jumped up and made sure that the cloak was covering Norische entirely. Draco moved over to sit in an adjoining chair and Chris made to follow and stand behind Draco.



“Wotcher Harry” Tonks called out as she spotted Harry.



“Hey there Tonks. I am really glad you could help us out today. Um…. I brought a pensieve with all the memories I think you will need to convict them.” Harry took the pensieve from the protective box it had been placed in as well as the dozen or so vials of memory strings that had been prepared. “I need to know though… ah… do you know if Norische is in trouble for protecting me at Hogsmeade? The Minister said he was going to charge him with murder an all, and I never did find out what he decided.” Harry looked between Tonks and Shacklebolt, trying to judge by their reactions to his question as to what the answer was.



“Honest. I haven’t been told one way or the other. So if I were to guess on it, I would say he let it drop. Or at least he ain’t told the ranks to be on the watch yet.” Tonks placed her hand on Harry’s shoulder, she had read all the reports on the incident and had been quite relieved that Harry hadn’t been hurt, as bloody as the battle had been and all.



Severus made his way over to Shacklebolt, and leaned down to whisper something in his ear. After the man nodded Severus pointed towards the parlor and then led both Tonks and Shacklebolt into the room.



“Eeew….that had to hurt…” Tonks looked at the huge masses of muggle flesh that were still unconscious on the floor of the house.



“Well, I must say Harry has quite a few…supporters, that were highly dissatisfied with the treatment that he received





Caritas – Latin for affection.

Adflictatio – Latin for pain, torture.

Ieiunium – Latin for abstinence, hunger

Imputo – a reckoning, to reveal a fault in someone.