The Warden of Azkaban

"It's just an inspection, Harry, nothing more," Kingsley said, staring at the face in his flew, "That ponce Malfoy tried to raise a stink after he arrived on shore about how you treat the prisoners, and the Purist Faction hopped on the bandwagon."

The young Warden sighed. "I still can't believe we still have to deal with that sorry lot," he replied, "I thought that Arthur and Amos had formed enough of a power bloc to keep them isolated."

The new Minister sighed. "We can, for the most part," he explained, "But that's within our INTERNAL policies...they took this to the ICW, and as you recall, you and I lead the campaign to get England back on track with them."

Harry nodded. "So, who's going to come knocking on my door then?" he asked. "I'll have to get my trustees into shape."

"Well, I managed to buy you a little leeway here," Kingsley replied, "The commission being sent is headed by Penelope Clearwater, but the other two inspectors will be Fleur and Bill Weasley."

Harry gaped at him. "How in the name of Merlin's veiny member did you manage THAT, Kingsley?" he asked, "Fleur and Bill know all about..."

"Yes, well you forget...Fleur's father, Jean-Paul, is a leading member of the ICW Parliament," Kingsley replied, "He's also a trusted 'friend' of the P.F.'s, so it wasn't hard to get his daughter and her husband on the inspection team...it also helped that Bill, while a 'blood traitor' to some, is still a pure-blood."

Harry nodded. "So, the only real problem is Penelope," he muttered. "Can you send me her file? I'd like to know more about her...other than while she was in school she had abominable taste in men."

Kingsley nodded. "I'll have it to you in an hour," he said, "By the way...how's Carmella these days?"

Harry smirked. "I think she's still recovering mentally from the rogering you gave her on your last visit," he replied, "Daphne told me that her 'Mummy' keeps saying she saw stars." He grinned. "Y'know, her parole is coming up in three months...think the ICW would be impressed if a 'rehabilitated' proves herself enough to earn the Minister's hand?"

Kingsley grinned. "Well, I certainly could see the benifits," he replied, "Sorry about the inconvenience Harry."

The Warden nodded. "Eh, the price we pay for success," he said, before cutting the line."

Kingsley moved over to his desk, pressing a button on his intercom. "Ortiz, could you get me the psych-profile on Penelope Clearwater," he asked, "I need to check something..."

Penelope gaped at the scene before her, even as Bill and Fleur held her by the shoulders.

Cho Chang, her former housemate, was bent over a metal pole in the exercise yard, her buttocks glowing red as Hermione swung a thin bamboo cane down on them.

"Thirty-nine!" Harry counted, standing off to the side of the spectacle, his face coolly impassive to Cho's squeals of pain, or to the shivering men and women in the snowy court yard.

Hermione swung the rod once more, connecting with Cho's supple ass and drawing one last cry from the Asian prisoner.

"And forty," Harry said, before turning to the assembled prisoners. "I trust that this is the LAST time we'll have to do this. You all know the rules - when Luna or the trustees tell you something, its as if the order came from myself or Hermione. Prisoner C-30010 was told to mop the floors in the hospital wing by Trustee G-62117, and she refused. If she had been respectful about the refusal, she'd have only had ten lashes, but she chose to spit in Daphne's face. I try and treat everyone here with respect, and I expect that to be reciprocated - not just to me, but to the trustees, Hermione, and the guards."

Hermione tossed the cane to Daphne, and then proceded to untie Cho's bonds. She looked over at Tracey and Lavender Brown, motioning to them to take the sobbing girl to the hospital wing.

"Return to your cells," Harry ordered, "Communal meal is cancelled tonight...the House Elves will bring you your dinners." He looked over at the trio of inspectors. "Come with me, Miss Clearwater. I'll explain."

Penelope looked over the files Harry had provided her on certain subjects, as well as the statements from prisoners - signed in blood quill to confirm their authenticity.

"So...Kingsley gave you carte blanche to run Azkaban as you wished," she muttered, "And, after your therapy sessions with this muggle psychologist..."

"Dr. Sherry Winters," Harry offered, "She's aware of the magical world - she works closely with the PM in the Parliament."

The woman nodded. "The doctor suggested that you explore this...control need you have, by expressing it in the realm of..." here the young woman blushed. "Bondage?"

Harry nodded. "I spoke with her at great lengths about it," he said, "And I was surprised by who I was able to get as my initial teachers..."

The doors to the office opened, and Penelope gaped at the vision standing in the entrance.

Fleur Weasley stood there, clad in a silvery corset and boots, as well as (appropriately enough) French cut silver knickers. Next to her, Bill stood in black leather pants - Tight enough to be illegal!!! she was sure - and a silver leather vest, open over his athletic torso.

His scars, surprisingly, didn't mar his appearance. If anything, it made him seem more...rugged.

She didn't even realize it as she wet her lips at the sight.

"Kingsley sent me your psych profile, Penelope," Harry said, "I know why you dated Percy...he was controlling, and orderly. You liked that."

Fleur walked towards the gaping girl, her hips swaying from side to side as she approached. The French veela-girl leaned forward, her tanned breasts drawing Penelope's eyes as she leaned over her.

"'arry showed us zee file," she whispered, using her veela aura to enhance her own beauty, making it seem as if she was literally glowing in the dim light of Harry's office, "Ou are a sub-mizzive, Penelope...and Bill and I..."

"We're dominants," said Weasley chucked, walking up to the pair, reaching down to cup the stunned girl's left tit, while his hands undid the tie holding her brown hair in its bun. "We showed Harry how to control not only girls, but his own emotions and passions. We helped him order his mind."

"The very things you want most, Penelope," Harry said, picking up the Elder Wand. "Evanesco Vestis!" he muttered, waving the wand at the now panting girl, vanishing her clothes and leaving her charms bare to the world.

"Oh my!" Fleur cooed, as she looked at the blushing girl. "'Ow ever did ou hide such tits?!"

Penelope whimpered, reaching up to cover her large mounds, her small hands barely able to cup them, let alone shield them from view.

"Let Bill and Fleur teach you," Harry offered, "And let me run my prison...you'll find the rewards are more than worth it."

Penelope nodded, gasping in shock and pleasure as Fleur bent her head down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss that lasted nearly a full minute. When it was over, the poor girl could only pant, moaning as Fleur cupped her cheek tenderly.

"I want to keep her," the French girl muttered, looking at her husband.

"Anything, my flower," Bill replied. He looked over at Harry. "Mind if we..."

"Chamber 912 is free right now," Harry said, "If you need anything specific, just call Kreacher or Winky." He stood. "Now, I think I need to go...debrief...Cho and Hermione."

Bill and Fleur both groaned at the joke.