What a Witch Needs

Yes! I’ve finished another chapter. Thanks to all for their responses to the last chapter. For anyone worried about it, Dudley will not be getting together with Tonks. But he may ‘get some’ in a future chapter. You know I can’t leave anyone a virgin! LOL

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Servants

She gasped and moaned, fingers gripping onto the edges of McGonagall’s desk, when her orgasm coursed through her body, sending her spiraling in euphoric release.

“Oh, oh, oh, Draco! Yes, oh yes,” she exclaimed.

Draco felt the pull of her muscles around his cock and let himself cum, riding the crest with her. Holding onto her legs as she lay before him on the desk, he slowed as their bodies did, gradually, sweetly, his head tilting back and his eyes closed while he panted with pleasurable exhaustion. When he opened his eyes and looked down on her, she seemed in total bliss, face flushed and eyes closed. He pulled out of her and leaned forward, moving himself over her body so he could reach her lips.

“You’re beautiful, love,” he murmured, lowering his lips against hers.

Suddenly all candles were extinguished.

The sound of a door closing in the dark was the only sound besides their heavy breaths. Draco stood and pulled his trousers up from his ankles as Hermione sat up and smoothed her skirt down over her lap.

“Who’s there?” Draco called out. He pulled out his wand and pointed it in the direction of the door. “Lumos.” Nothing happened. “Lumos,” he tried again. Nothing! “Who’s there? Harry, is that you?” Who else could render his wand completely powerless? He could feel Hermione’s hand squeezing his left arm.

A blinding light shone into their eyes, which they now shielded with their hands. Trying to peek towards the source they found that the bright light had blinded them against seeing the creator of it. They could hear words being said in a low voice and the air crackled with magic.

“Draco!” Hermione yelled. “Up!” She tugged at him to get on the desk.

Draco finally saw what she did. Two large black panthers were unfurling themselves on the floor in the spot where two desks had once stood. Draco eyes widened and he scrambled up on the desk, pulling Hermione up to stand and looking at the panthers as they stood and looked at the two frightened teens in return. They sniffed the air as they began to pad around the desk, pacing and looking at their prey.

Draco held onto Hermione around her waist, pulling her tightly against him as they both watched the large cats.

“All right, you’ve had your little joke,” Hermione said to the stranger with the light. “I hope you realize that there will be severe consequences if you should harm us.”

A panther stood on its hind legs, its forepaws on the desk as it swiped one clawed limb at Hermione, striking her calf. She screamed in agony as she felt the claws ripping down her leg. Draco pulled her back.

“You’re a dead man!” Draco yelled at the stranger. He looked at Hermione’s leg as the panthers resumed their pacing.

Hermione turned her head and looked down at the same time, amazed that there was absolutely no blood nor marks at all. “How?” Hermione said, confused. Now that she thought about it, there had been no pain at all. It was only her expectation of pain that caused her to scream at the time.

When they looked up from examining her leg, the panthers were no longer in sight. The two desks stood there, slightly out of place from where they stood before.

The blinding light went out and they stood in complete darkness again. Then, one by one, the candles lit themselves again to reveal Harry sitting at the back of the classroom, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, enjoying the show.

Hermione and Draco stared at him for a few moments, trying to comprehend why he would do that. Did he think he was being funny?

Hermione’s fists curled into little balls and she stomped her foot slightly as she angrily declared, “How dare you!”

“Silence!” Harry snapped, though there was a slight smile on his face.

Her face went from anger to worry as she tried to examine his face from a distance. Was he his ‘other’ self at the moment? “Harry?” she murmured, softly.

Draco jumped down from the desk and reached up to help her do the same. “Come on, love,” he urged.

“Did I say you could move?” Harry said, seriously.

Draco looked at him and let out a short laugh. “You had your fun, Harry, now let’s go somewhere together,” he said.

One of Harry’s eyebrows lifted in amusement. “I’ve only just started my fun,” he replied. His eyes turned to Hermione and her clothing disappeared completely, leaving her nude as she stood on the desk.

She gasped as the cold air hit her skin. “Harry!” She wrapped her arms about her middle and gave him a frightened look. He wasn’t acting like himself. Something was definitely different. “Harry, please, talk to us,” she pleaded.

“Talk? Not exactly what I had in mind,” Harry replied. “You, Hermione, were supposed to be ‘talking’ to Draco, making him realize what an arse he was to Ron. But instead I find you rewarding him with your body.”

“Now wait a minute, Harry,” Draco said in her defense. “She did express her displeasure. We did talk about it. Then we found… other… things to do.” He gave Harry a sexy grin at that last part.

Harry’s eyes swung to Draco and the blond found his clothes whisked away as well. “You both have been bad,” he said, parentally. “But you have been the worst of all.” Draco found himself rising into the air, his arms and legs being pulled in opposite directions so that he was suspended, spread eagle, facing Harry.

Draco was instantly hard. “Fuck, Harry,” he moaned. Nothing turned him on more than when Harry used his dark power.

Harry could now see that it wasn’t really punishing him if he was enjoying it. Harry’s mind quickly calculated what to do next. He turned his attention on a desk and concentrated, turning it into the spitting image of Hagrid.

Hermione and Draco watched, amazed. “How did you do that, Harry?” Hermione asked in awe.

“Transfiguration,” he simply answered. “But you’ll never see McGonagall teaching you this. Perhaps at Durmstrang they teach it, but not here. This is dark transfiguration.”

She looked at ‘Hagrid’ carefully, trying to determine if it was a real person. The grizzly half-giant looked back at her, but showed no sign of intelligence or recognition. “Is he a real person?” she asked.

“I’ll let you determine that for yourselves,” Harry said. Harry concentrated on the fake Hagrid and the giant moved towards Draco’s suspended body.

“Now, Harry, this is not funny,” Draco said, his erection deflating at the giant’s hungry look. “You know I hate that filthy half-breed.”

Harry smiled, “I know… and he’s completely under my control.”

“Ugh! Get away you beast,” Draco squirmed, trying to move his body away with no luck.

Harry raised Draco up higher until his crotch was directly in front of Hagrid’s face. The giant grabbed Draco’s arse with his big hand and pulled his flaccid cock into his mouth with his lips like a noodle, the scraggily beard rubbing over the front of Draco’s body.

“No! Stop! Damn it, Harry, this is making me sick!” Draco snapped. “This is not turning me on in the least.”

“It’s not meant to turn you on,” Harry replied. “It’s what you get for making Ron upset. You should have kept your mouth shut.”

“All right, all right,” Draco squirmed, “you made your point.”

“Not yet,” Harry said, “but the point is coming soon.”

Draco yelled as he felt Hagrid’s big forefinger shove into his arse while he continued to slurp and suck at Draco’s prick.

“Harry, that’s enough,” Hermione said, feeling sorry for Draco.

Harry looked at her, shrugging as he grinned. Then the fake Hagrid backed away from the panting boy, transforming back into a desk. Harry continued to look deeply at Hermione, her face flushed. “I think that it turned you on,” Harry said to her. “I can tell, Hermione. Your eyes, your little excited breaths, your hard nipples, the blush of your skin – tell a different story. Who do you want, Hermione? Who should I make for you?”

“I only want you and Draco,” she replied, feeling her legs quiver. Something about this whole situation was strangely exciting; she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the minute. She would never believe that Harry would harm her, not in reality. He had frightened her with that panther, but he did not harm her. He was frightening her a bit now, too, but somehow she knew she was safe.

“Good answer,” Harry said, “but I need to punish the naughty little children.”

Draco’s body came to rest over McGonagall’s desk, stomach down. Hermione gasped as Harry lifted her nude form and laid her down on top of Draco, straddling his hips. Both of their arses were now facing Harry, one on top of the other.

“This is more like it,” Draco said.

“Quiet!” Harry snapped. He rose and walked over to them, coming to a stop at their waiting bottoms. He put a hand on each of their arses and began rubbing them. “Such bad little children,” Harry said. “So fucking horny, aren’t you?” He slipped his fingers under Hermione’s wet pussy, rubbing the folds and, at the same time, slipped his other hand under Draco to grasp his cock. They both wiggled and moaned against his hands.

“Yes,” Hermione panted, grinding her clit against his hand.

Harry couldn’t help it, he was so aroused himself. He leaned forward and buried his chin in her wet snatch, licking at her puckered little hole, greedily. Hermione groaned at the sensation of his velvet tongue at her rear entrance, prodding and poking for entrance. She could hear the juices sloshing onto his finger as he slipped his longest one into her pussy and began thrusting as he licked.

“Oh, Harry, yes,” she moaned. She bit down on Draco’s neck beneath her, licking and sucking at his skin as she held onto him.

She felt bereft when Harry’s tongue left her and made its way lower onto Draco’s arse. Draco groaned as Harry worked his magic on his arsehole while working his cock with his hand beneath him. “Merlin, Harry, I love you,” he said, his voice cracking with lust.

“I love you, too,” Harry mumbled against Draco’s arse, taking a bite of one cheek a little too hard.

“Ouch!” Draco yelped. He heard Harry laugh softly behind him. Then Harry withdrew from them and they both panicked that Harry would leave them unsatisfied as part of his ‘punishment’.

Harry walked around to the back of the desk where their heads were and they both tried to look at him from their awkward positions. He released their invisible bonds and Hermione rolled off of Draco and onto her back next to him. Harry bent down and kissed her deeply. She reached and pulled his head towards her, making little noises as if she wanted to devour him.

Then he grabbed Draco’s blond hair and pulled his head up as he took his lips into his mouth and gave him the same mind-numbing kiss. Hermione groaned and began touching herself as she watched them together, thinking that nothing turned her on more than seeing her two sexy lovers snogging.

He let go of Draco and backed away, panting. No, he decided, he wasn’t quite finished with them yet. Harry looked at the front row of desks and concentrated. The desks transformed into four muscular, black haired, tan skinned men, wearing nothing but loincloths. Their skin glistened in the candlelight as if oiled.

Hermione sat up quickly and gawked at them. “Harry! What are you doing?” she asked.

“Having some fun,” he answered.

Draco turned over onto his back and looked at them as well. “I thought you said no other guys, Harry. If you’re planning what I think you are, then you’re breaking that rule,” Draco said, wondering if Harry would actually let anyone touch Hermione.

“They are not guys, they’re desks,” Harry said. “Just objects, used for our pleasure, just like some women use fake cocks to get off.”

“Well, I suppose if you think of it that way…” Draco grinned.

“I don’t know about this, Harry,” Hermione said, nervously. “I mean, can they actually, you know, have sex?”

“I don’t know yet,” Harry said. “Let’s find out.”

Harry concentrated on a pair of the slaves. They all watched, excited, as two of the slaves turned to each other and embraced, connecting at the lips in a very realistic snog.

“Make them fuck, Harry,” Draco said, excitedly, sitting up to get a better look.

Harry concentrated some more and they watched as the slaves tore each others loincloths off and began to play with each other's very long and hard cocks while they continued their hot and heavy kissing. Soon they fell to the floor, one on top of the other. The top one put his cock in the bottom slave’s arse and they began fucking in earnest.

“Merlin!” Draco exclaimed. “This is fantastic.”

Harry’s head slowly turned and looked at Draco, malevolently. “You think so?” Harry said.

Draco gasped as he was quickly lifted in the air and turned over again, his arse facing out.

“Harry, no!” Hermione warned, even though a small part of her thrilled at what was happening.

Harry looked at her and said, “You too.”

Hermione felt herself being turned over and placed next to Draco on the desk. Harry stood before her face and reached down with both hands, cupping her breasts beneath her and kneading them. He whispered in her ear, “You know you want this.”

“No,” she shook her head, panting. But they both knew she was lying.

“You want their cocks bigger, longer?” he asked her.

“Gods, Harry, I’m not sure about this,” she gasped. She looked at Draco who was already grinding his cock against the desk in anticipation.

“They are only desks, love,” he said, lustily.

“That’s supposed to put me at ease? Knowing that I’m about to get fucked by a desk?”

Harry stroked and kissed her head, “Shhh… just enjoy. Pretend it’s really me fucking you, because actually it is, mentally. Now both of you be quiet while I concentrate.”

Harry stood and concentrated on the two slaves that weren’t fucking. They walked over to Hermione and Draco, bent over the desks and simultaneously spread their arse cheeks. Draco shut his eyes a moment, thinking that it would be nice to have some lube just about now. He didn’t have to worry, however, because the oiled skin of the slave was slick enough and Draco groaned as the large cock slowly slid into him. He looked over at Hermione who was gasping, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk, as her slave stuck his long member into her wet passage.

“O.K. so far?” Draco asked her.

She nodded, face flushed. This was so wrong – yet it felt so good. She kept her eyes on Harry as the slaves began to fuck her and Draco, picking up more and more speed. The intensity on Harry’s face as he concentrated on giving them pleasure made her realize that it really was Harry doing it, and she relaxed into the sensation.

“Oh, fuck!” Draco exclaimed next to her. She looked at his face, which was in utter ecstasy, and felt her own excitement building. The large cocks plunged and plunged, never tiring, until they were both groaning loudly as a massive orgasm pulsed throughout their bodies.

Harry smiled as he watched his two beautiful lovers panting and groaning with pleasure. Then he made the slaves pull out of them so that he could flip them gently onto their backs.

“Gods, Harry,” Draco marveled, “that was so real, but what about you?”

“Don’t worry,” Harry mumbled, still concentrating. The other two slaves had stopped fucking and now Harry made one of them approach. He removed his trousers and sat up on the desk next to Draco, lying down beside him. Now all three of them had a slave standing before them. Harry gave a silent command and his and Draco’s slaves leaned down and began sucking them off. Hermione’s slave dropped to his knees and drove his face onto her pussy, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

“Oh… my…” she gasped. Harry and Draco both turned their heads and grinned at her. Then Draco turned his head towards Harry and they looked at each other, panting in pleasure while the slaves licked and sucked their cocks thoroughly. Their lips met and tongues entwined in their own dance of pleasure.

Then Draco turned his head and kissed Hermione on his other side, enjoying her little noises of pleasure that she made in his mouth as her slave wiggled his tongue over her clit and sucked it into his mouth.

When the kiss ended, Draco put his arms up and his hands behind his head, closing his eyes with a sigh. “Now… this is the life,” he murmured.

OOOOOOOO

It was midnight and Dudley paced the floor in his room, hungry and tired. He wanted desperately to go down to the kitchen and find something palatable to eat but he feared the house elves, knowing that the kitchen was their domain. But hunger was winning out and he made a decision at that moment.

Grabbing a metal statue of a dragon that sat on his fireplace mantle, he opened his door and looked about the hallway. No one seemed to be up as he heard no sounds in any direction. He became hopeful that the house elves were asleep and he made his way quietly down the hallway and stairs. When he reached the kitchen door, his heart thudding wildly and statue held high in one hand, he pushed the door open slowly. Sticking his head in and looking about, he saw no one, only the glowing embers in the hearth crackled a bit.

So far, so good.

He lumbered over to the large icebox and pulled it open, scanning over the various containers within.

“Would Master like something to eat?” a high-pitched voice sounded behind him, making Dudley jump and spin about, statue held high. “Dicey can fix Master something to eat.”

“Get away,” Dudley yelled, backing away.

The house elf’s big eyes looked concerned and surprised at Dudley’s behavior. “Dicey won’t touch Master. Dicey only wants to serve.”

Dudley backed against a wall, noticing that the creature had not taken any steps closer to him. “Just stay back,” Dudley said, his own voice higher than usual.

“Yes, Master,” Dicey said, moving backwards a bit. “What would Master like? Dicey can make you anything.”

Dudley looked at the little beast, the groans from his stomach competing with the crackles from the hearth. “I… I’m hungry,” Dudley stated.

“Yes, Master,” Dicey answered. “Would Master like some sandwiches?”

Dudley studied the elf for a moment, his statue arm slowly lowering. “I… um… what do you put in your sandwiches?”

“What would you like me to put in your sandwich?” Dicey asked, politely.

“Just normal stuff,” Dudley explained, “regular bread with… regular ham… made from… Muggle stuff.” He knew by now that everyone had labeled him a Muggle and that perhaps the creature would understand better if he used that term.

“Muggle stuff, sir?” Dicey asked, confused.

Dudley nodded, “Yeah, no weird shit, you know.”

“Weird… shit?” Dicey repeated, looking even more confused.

“You know, all that witch and wizard crap you mix in, toads and the like,” Dudley explained.

“Dicey don’t feed witches and wizards crap or toads, sir, and no… shit that is weird,” the elf replied.

“You don’t put any potions or elixirs in it then?” Dudley persisted.

Dicey shook her head, “No, sir, nothing but the things all humans like to eat, Muggles or not.”

“Is that the truth?” Dudley asked, suspiciously.

“Dicey cannot lie to Master,” Dicey answered.

Dudley grew quiet for a moment, thinking. It was kind of gratifying having that creature call him Master. If the creature was telling the truth, then he had been starving himself for no reason. Well, what choice did he have? He had to eat to live and he wouldn’t be able to leave the house on his own. He stood tall and puffed out his chest. “All right then, I want a midnight snack brought up to my room every night,” he ordered, waiting for the elf to say ‘no.’

“Yes, Master,” Dicey answered, to his joy. “What would Master like?”

Stupendous! Dudley couldn’t believe he’d get served like this. Perhaps this place wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Sandwiches, a stack of them, and cake, chocolate cake with a large glass of milk.”

“Yes, Master,” Dicey answered. “Dicey will bring it right away.”

“Good,” Dudley nodded. He made his way to the door, keeping his distance from the elf. When the kitchen door shut behind him, he felt like leaping with joy. His very own servant! “Yes, Master would like candy as well,” he muttered to himself with a smile as he ascended the stairs.

OOOOOOO

The week went by, school occupying most of their time, until it was Sunday once again. Potter’s Army met on the secluded training field, ready for genuine practice to begin. Harry had asked Lucius Malfoy to attend, knowing that Lucius would be able to give them first-hand knowledge on the strategies that Death Eaters used. He also would be able to inform them of the strengths and weaknesses of individual Death Eaters as well.

Many grew nervous in Lucius’ presence, not really trusting him completely. But Harry knew that they would just have to get used to the former Death Eater and he hoped, learn from him.

There were to be ground troops and airbourne troops, the later being those skilled on a broomstick. Ron captained an airbourne troop, which included many Quidditch players. They spent their drill time swooping in and around obstacles and dodging spells that were fired at them from the air and from the ground. The ground troops also learned how to throw up quick shields in defense. All soldiers learned the curses of war, which made many a soft heart tremble slightly. Though all wands were dampened for the drill, making them feel more like stings when they were used on someone, many realized that in actual battle that wouldn’t be the case. Dodging, therefore, became the top-most priority.

Draco and Hermione enjoyed their roles as ‘Death Eaters’, shooting curses at the various troops as they practiced. Hermione worked closely with the ground troops and their captains, while Draco took to the air, chasing down other fliers, his wand pointed at them. Harry and Lucius strolled around the grounds, observing and giving advice and tips to various people in training.

Ron, however, disliked the fact that Draco was chasing after them. It seemed that the Slytherin took extra care to fire the most curses at Ron and his body was stinging. Ron took great pleasure in firing back on him and did so at every opportunity, but the little bugger was quick. His twin brothers were also part of the air troop, and Ron kept a careful eye on them, looking for any sign that they had turned dark. So far, they had acted like they normally did. He hated that Malfoy had managed to shake his trust like that.

They dodged in and out of trees, while Draco chased various people. Ron, at one point, came up behind him and saw the most opportune time to hit his enemy. Draco was chasing someone and wasn’t aware that Ron was right behind him. Ron pointed his wand and fired, hitting Draco on his back. Draco felt the sharp sting and turned around to glare at Ron, swooping down into the trees below. Ron hovered above, trying to figure out which way Draco went as he knew Draco would take revenge.

Suddenly Draco shot up from below, seemingly at a vertical angle, straight at Ron. Ron was surprised; he didn’t react quickly enough and lurched his broom at the last possible moment, but not in time. Draco shot right into the back of his broom, putting him in a spin. He fell, tumbling down, unable to get his broom back in control. Down into the branches of a tree his body crashed, cutting and scratching him all the way, bruising his back and limbs. When he finally came to a stop, he found himself lying in the branches of the tree, every part of him burning with pain.

“Ah…” he moaned, trying to turn his head. His brothers came hovering above him, looking down at him through the hole his body had made in the fall.

“You all right, Ron?” Fred asked.

“I don’t know,” Ron moaned. “I think everything’s broken.”

“Try moving your arms and legs,” George suggested.

Ron turned his head and looked towards his right arm, trying to untangle it from a small branch, when he noticed a small movement a few feet away. He focused on the little animal, realizing it was a rat. It seemed to be staring back at him as if surprised that Ron had invaded his tree. Then Ron’s eyes opened wider as he realized that he recognized that rat. That rat used to be his! But it was no ordinary rat. “Scabbers!” Ron yelled. “No, wait, Pettigrew!” he growled angrily, frustrated that he couldn’t move to catch him.

The rat squeaked in fear and began to scamper down the tree while Ron struggled. “Get him!” Ron yelled up to his brothers.

“Get who?” George asked.

“The rat, it’s Pettigrew, the bastard’s been spying,” Ron shouted back, urgently.

Fred and George swooped down below the tree, their heads turning in all directions scanning the forest floor. Then Fred spotted the rat and called out, “Immobulus.” The rat froze in place. The two young men landed and walked over to the still rat, noticing that it was indeed Scabbers/Pettigrew with the missing toe.

Draco now flew through the forest, grinning up at Ron’s body in the tree. “I heard you screaming like a girl, Weasley,” he said. “Thought I’d come and check if you broke a nail or something.”

“Piss off,” Ron yelled back.

“Get Harry,” George said to Draco. “Tell him we caught Peter Pettigrew.”

Draco looked down at the rat on the forest floor and then back up to the twins. “You sure?”

“Positive,” they said in unison.

Draco gave them an excited look and turned his broom around, flying quickly away.

“Hey, what about me?” Ron called down to his brothers.

George pointed his wand at the tree branches and the tree began to sway.

“NO!” Ron yelled, “Not like that! Aaaaaah…!” His body sifted down through the branches, hitting more on the way down until he crashed painfully onto the ground.

“Mother… fucker!” Ron groaned in pain.

“Now that’s just plain sick, Ron,” George grinned. “You know I’ve never fancied Mum in that way.”

“Are you going to help me, you heartless bastards, or just leave me lying here?” Ron snapped.

Fred went to help Ron up, while George stood guard over the rat.

OOOOOOO

Harry was talking with Lucius and Moody when Draco came flying towards them. He pulled up just in front of them and said, “Harry, Fred and George Weasley caught a rat in the woods. They say it’s Peter Pettigrew.”

“Wormtail!” Moody growled. “Ha! Spying, no doubt!”

Lucius and Draco were silent as they watched Harry’s face. Something was happening inside him and his thoughts seemed almost visible.

‘Wormtail,’ Harry repeated in his mind. Anger, instant, red and hot, began to course through his body as his mind played back every grievance he had against Peter Pettigrew. ‘Ratted out my parents, ratted out my parents, ratted out my parents…’ kept playing over and over inside as other memories also came forth. Scenes of Pettigrew cutting into his arm, taking his blood to restore Voldemort to a body, flashed through his mind. Sirius, spending precious years in Azkaban, taking the blame for Pettigrew's crimes.

“Potter!” Moody snapped when he noticed the changes coming over Harry. Harry’s eyes darkened, getting blacker with each thought that crossed his mind, and his skin began to give off a reddish aura that pulsed with the Dark Power.

Moody looked at the Malfoys, noticing that both father and son were entranced with Harry’s powerful appearance, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

Moody glanced around, seeing that others had now stopped their training and were gathering together, looking at Harry in wonder. Then he turned his attention back to the Dark Lord.

“Potter!” Moody called, trying to get Harry’s focus on him. “Potter, you can’t do this here. Not in front of all these people.” But Harry paid him no mind.

“What course of action will you take, my Lord?” Lucius asked, almost eagerly, anticipating the fun to come.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, they were completely black. Many people in the crowd took a step back, fearfully.

“Peter Pettigrew will be executed,” Harry said with finality.

Harry turned around, stalking off towards the forest with Lucius and Draco close on his heels, their black robes billowing out behind them. People in their path quickly removed themselves, and most followed at a short distance behind the three powerful wizards.

Moody stood in place, knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop Harry. Reluctantly he trudged behind the crowd, hoping that Harry would do it quickly, without long drawn-out torture. He feared that some members of the army could not stomach such an event.

Hermione pushed through the crowd, trying to catch up with Harry, hearing only bits and pieces of what people were talking about around her. Something about Peter Pettigrew…

Finally she was close enough to be heard and called out, “Harry!”

But it wasn’t Harry that turned around; Draco turned and waited for her, catching her around the waist.

“What’s happening?” she asked, worriedly.

“Peter Pettigrew’s been caught spying,” he said. “Harry’s going to execute him.”

“What!” she exclaimed. “Oh, Draco, no, not in front of all these people. Gods! We have to stop him.” She tried to break away from his hold but Draco wouldn’t let her go. “Draco, let me go, I need to reason with him.”

“No, love,” Draco said, “he’s not Harry right now, he’s the Dark Lord.”

She looked at him, searching his face. “But we can stop him, you and I, we can stop him.”

“Not this time,” Draco said. “Stay by my side, love. Let Harry have his justice. You know Pettigrew deserves it. Then we’ll bring Harry back. All these people, especially his followers, need to see his strength, his power. This is important.”

Hermione rested her forehead against his shoulder as Draco stroked her back, trying to calm her. Then she looked up at him and took a brave breath, “Let’s go.”

Draco smiled at her and said, “That’s my girl.”

When they reached the gathering in the forest, they pushed their way through until they were standing with Lucius and Harry. Harry had already returned Pettigrew to human form and now stood staring at the man cowering against a tree.

“Peter Pettigrew,” Harry pronounced, his voice strong and powerful, “for the betrayal of Lily and James Potter, leading to their deaths, the framing of Sirius Black for the crime you committed, and for aiding in the return of Voldemort, I sentence you to death.”

Wormtail cried, pushing up on his knees and folding his hands together, begging. “No, please…”

“HARRY POTTER,” a strong voice rang over the crowd. The crowd parted and craned their necks, watching the powerful light wizard pass. Hearts beating with excitement, the crowd watched Dumbledore pass, wondering what would ensue.

Lucius leaned over close to Harry’s ear and said, “Do it now, my Lord. Do not wait for that old fool.”

Harry remained glaring at Wormtail, his black eyes never leaving his prey. Pettigrew would not get away this time.

“Harry,” Dumbledore said, behind him, “there are other ways to handle this…”

“This is not your jurisdiction, Dumbledore,” Harry said, tersely, still not facing the headmaster. “Pettigrew is a Dark Wizard and therefore it falls to me to decide his fate.”

Lucius looked sideways at Dumbledore, the barest glimpse of a smirk on his face.

Moody came limping through the crowd, “He’s right, Albus.” Heads turned to look at the disfigured man with the rolling eye. “He’s not on school grounds, so you don’t have a say in this.”

“Please…” Pettigrew begged. “Please, Harry… remember last time… remember you didn’t want to kill me… remember how you stopped Remus and Sirius from killing me…”

“That was peace time,” Harry coldly replied. “That would have been murder. The rules change in wartime. Even Muggles execute spies during their wars.”

Dumbledore turned about and gazed at all the faces watching. “Please, if you don’t want to see this, please turn away.”

“What!” Moody said. “If you can’t witness death, you have no business fighting in a war. If you are unable to kill a Death Eater in a battle, you can be sure he will not hesitate to kill you. Watch, people, watch and then judge for yourself, will you have the stomach for it? When the time comes and the enemy has his wand pointed at your best friend’s head, will you kill?”

People shifted their feet, nervously, thinking deeply about Moody’s words.

“Silence!” Harry demanded. Everyone fell silent and watched; watched and waited; only Pettigrew’s sobs disturbed the forest. Then Pettigrew’s face began to redden and he grasped at his neck, trying to claw off the invisible hands at his throat, but there was nothing there to grab. His face turned deep red, then purple before he tumbled sideways to the ground, his throat crushed and blood leaking out of the side of his mouth.

Everyone stood in silence, gazing at the dead man, his eyes bulging wide.

Silence.

Nothing.

Dead.

Harry still did not turn around, but his voice cut through the quiet after a few minutes had passed. “Practice has ended for today. We will meet again next week. Our new location will be a secret; a port key will take you there.”

The crowd silently turned away and began to file out of the forest, each person deep in thought, glancing back at Harry Potter and realizing for the first time, how serious this all was. Hermione and Draco walked up to either side of Harry and embraced him, whispering words of love into his ears, watching as the Dark Power grew fainter and Harry’s eyes and skin returned to normal.

Moody then put a hand on his shoulder and said, “You did well, Potter. It was quick and clean. Voldemort has one less servant.”

Harry turned and looked at him, and then he noticed Dumbledore was there as well. It was almost as though Harry was surprised to see him.

Dumbledore looked into his eyes and quietly said, “Welcome back, Harry.”

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A/N So there you have it. The first scene, Harry’s dark transfiguration magic, was originally going to occur back when they were at Marlston, except that Harry wasn’t going to be controlling it – a magical mirror in the bathroom was. The ‘slaves’ were to step out of the mirror and, well, do anything they wanted. Lucius and Snape were going to participate as well and it would have been at that point that Dumbledore walked in. Instead, I inserted the scene where ‘those that dwell below’ impersonate the triad and have sex on the breakfast table – then Dumbledore walked in, etc…

I decided I didn’t want to take Snape too far out of character and have him participate in a sex-a-thon. So, I did a slightly different version of the same concept in this chapter, putting Harry in control.

I know some of you may feel that what Harry did was not really a ‘punishment,’ but Harry wasn’t truly angry at that point. He knows Hermione gets upset with ‘rough stuff’, besides the fact that he was really horny too, so he decided to ‘play’ with them a bit.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know! Happy New Year everyone!