The Warden of Azkaban

eaturing: Padma and Parvati Patil - Romilda Vane - Hermione.

(Sorry, no chasers or Ginny {for those who do want her}, but hopefully next snippet - after that though, we finally learn the fates of Bella and Allecto!)

Now, with all the ado I can muster (which, really, is not all that much)...

The small, dark haired girl struggled as she was dragged into the hospital wing, screaming as the pair of Aurors lead her towards Madam Pomphrey's desk.

"Ms. Vane, you're only making it harder on yourself!" the school nurse shouted over her cries. "You knew this was going to happen!"

"ITS NOT MY FAULT!" the young sixth year shouted, "THEY WERE GOING TO KILL MY MOTHER! I HAD TO TAKE THE MARK!"

Pomphrey sighed, shaking her head as Tonks vanished the Gryffindor's clothing. The girl sobbed as the other Auror, a young woman named Andrea Fairfax, bent her over the edge of Pomphrey's desk, allowing Tonks to snap a picture of the dark mark resting on her bum.

"If it's really a case of coercion," Fairfax said, "You'll get off with some probation, and some heavy duty community service. If we find out you took it willingly...well, you won't like the results, girl."

Three years later...

Her time in the ministry holding cells was unpleasant, but she'd gotten by.

Unlike her former cellmate, Astoria Greengrass, Romilda was left alone for the most part. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd been a Gryffindor, or that her year-mates Orla Quirke and Sandra Brocklehurst had vouched for her, but regardless the reason, Romilda was treated, if not well, then with indifference.

The girl looked up as Auror Tonks walked up to her cell door. "It's time for your trial, Vane," the pink haired woman said, "You know you're going to be dosed with veritaserum, right?"

Romilda nodded. "I stick to what I said," she replied, raising a hand to move her now longer dark locks away from her eyes. "They were going to kill my momma...I joined to keep her safe, but I never hurt anyone."

Tonks nodded. "We'll see," she said, "Stand up, and face the wall."

Romilda nodded, standing up from her cot and moving to the far wall, placing her hands on two blue circles that adorned it. She kept her head lowered as Tonks entered the small cell, and she didn't resist as the other woman took one of her hands and securing them with a set of magic-suppressing manacles, before repeating the process.

"Ummm," she muttered, causing Tonks to look up.

"Yes?"

"They...I mean, they aren't going to want to see my mark, are they?" she asked, "I...I really don't want to strip in front of some wrinkled old men."

Tonks laughed loudly at that. "Well, first off, there won't be any 'old' men on the tribunal," she said, "Minister Shacklebot, Lady Clearwater, and Lord Potter are the judges."

Romilda's eyes widened. "H-h-h-harry!?!" she squeaked, "But...but valentines..."

"He dismissed that," Tonks replied, "Now come on, we haven't got all day."

"B-but..."

oOoOoOo

The three judges sat at a conference table, mulling over the recent revelation made with Romilda's veritaserum confession.

"So, she tried to drug me in order to lead me into an ambush," Harry muttered, "Under Voldemort's direct order no less."

Penelope sighed. "She could have gone to Dumbledore about this," she said, "We know he was dieing anyway, but the Headmaster could have done something to help her."

Kingsley nodded. "The old man certainly had tunnel vision regarding how to defeat Riddle," he said, "Still, its a mute point. She admitted that Riddle promised her she could keep you if she did it, and her mother wouldn't be harmed even if she failed. She had no reason to try."

"Her solicitor will argue she did...Tom never was one to keep his word," Harry replied, "Bellatrix and Allecto both confirm that."

Kingsley smirked at the mention of the lead Death Eater women. "How's their...new quarters...suiting them, Harry?" he asked.

The green eyed young man smirked right back. "I don't know about them...but they suit me just fine," he replied.

"Can we stay on topic please?" Penelope asked, blushing slightly. She'd seen the women's 'chambers' on Azkaban.

Harry nodded. "We should," he replied, sobering up. "Romilda's actions are...difficult to place. On one hand, she was trying to protect her mother. On the other hand, she had no reason to fear for her mother in this case."

Kingsley nodded. "The law is clear...actions speak in this case, not intent," he said, "She's bound for Azkaban."

Penelope nodded. "What about 'time served'?" she asked, getting the mens' attention. "She spent three years in the holding cells. Drugging with Amorentia is a five year sentence, and involuntary service in the Death Eaters is a one year term. Take off the three years for time served, and she only has three more to go."

Kingsley nodded. "It's fair."

Harry nodded as well. "So mote it be, then," he said, "I'll have Parvati and Padma induct her."

Penelope blushed again. "P-p-padma?" she asked, "SHE'S working for you now!?!"

Harry nodded. "Yes...why?"

The brown haired head of the DMLE blushed even more deeply. "You DO know she's bid into BDSM herself, right?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "Of course...she was taught by YOUR mistress, after all?"

Penelope gasped. "Lady Fleur..."

Harry nodded. "Fleur had a taste for...Indian cuisine...a year or so ago," Harry replied, "I introduced them." He smirked. "Padma's one of my best trainers...she even disciplines Hermione for me, from time to time. You'd be amazed at how hot it is to see one librarian spank another with a ruler."

Kingsley snapped a glance at him. "Tell me you have that memory in your pensieve," he all but ordered.

"Free Friday night?" he asked, "I'll have Carmella whip up that nice vegetable stew of her's, and we'll make it a party." He looked over at Penelope. "You and your...teachers...are invited. Clothing optional."

Penelope just licked her lips at the idea.

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Romilda whimpered as the two Patil's guided her through the hallways of the prison, trying her best to cover her naked body from the stares and leers of her fellow inmates, as well as the ones from the guards.

"Get used to it, V-123345," Padma said, "You aren't the only girl or guy who's been paraded starkers through the prison. Hell, Chang's spending the rest of the year nude after her little stunt trying to sneak food to Edgecomb, and that bint herself will never wear clothes again."

Romilda kept silent as the pair of women lead her to the Lt. Warden's door. The secretary - Blaise Zabini - waved them forward, as he focused on the latest duty roster he'd been assigned to revise.

The dark haired girl could only stare in shock as Hermione Granger sat behind an oaken desk, seemingly oblivious to the naked blond woman hanging upside down next to her. The woman - Marietta Edgecomb, Romilda realized - was moaning as a charmed feather pumped in and out of her pussy, while a second did the same with her ass.

"Oooh, that's creative," Parvati commented, "The feathers are charmed to stay dry as well, I assume?"

Hermione snorted. "Of course they are," she snapped, looking up from the report on the prison's potato fields, "They also have a static shock charm as well, keyed to Marietta's orgasm threshold...she gets close, and the shock sends her over." She reached a hand up to cup one of the moaning girl's sweaty tits. "I am a genius after all."

Padma frowned. "But no torment for her nipples?" she asked, "A randomized tickling charm for her feet? Nothing but her pussy and ass?" The Ravenclaw girl shook her head. "I taught you better than that!"

Hermione actually blushed. "But..."

"That comes later," Padma replied, swishing her want and sending a screaming Romilda into the air, leaving her suspended the same way as Marrietta. "THIS is a real torment! PARVATI!"

The other twin snapped to attention. "Yes mistress!" she replied, vanishing her own clothing and pulling off the pair of nipple clamps she'd been wearing beneath her auror's vest. She spun around, quickly attaching the clamps to Romilda while the other two woman admired the 'Property of Padma & Harry' tattoo on her left cheek, with a lighting-bolt arrow pointing to the crack.

Romilda moaned as a strange sensation engulfed her body, whimpering as she tried to figure out the various charms the nipple clamps had on. She started laughing as she felt phantom fingers play along her armpits, while what seemed like a dozen tongues ran themselves up and down the soles of her feet.

"Phantom licking, tickling charm, orgasm suppression curse, continuous re-ennervate, and the shock treatment," Padma replied, "All on just two little clamps...plus a suction charm for the nipples themselves." She conjured two feathers for the dark haired girl, charming them the same as Hermione's and letting them go to work, causing Romilda to wail in joy/horror.

Joy in the ammount of pleasure - Horror at the prospect of being fucked by ostrich feathers.

Hermione nodded. "Okay...I admit it," she said, "You're better than me at that. *Sigh* What's my punishment, Mistress Padma?"

The Indian girl chuckled. "Well, Parvati has been wanting a foot massage for a while...so give her one," she smiled evilly, "With just your tongue, and then...your pussy."

Hermione moaned, before vanishing her own clothing and moving to perform her mistress's command.

"Don't think you're going to be idle, sister dear," Padma replied, "I need a back rub myself. One of your special ones."

Parvati nodded, kneeling behind her sister before running her fingers over the other girl's ass.

Padma sighed as she felt the fingers start to tease her rosebud. "I love my job," she said, letting out a happy squeak as a finger made it's way in her back door.

"I REALLY love my job."

End Snippet.