Millie, Pansy and Ginny
Disclaimer: I have not claim to characters or scenes from the Harry Potter series, which belongs to JK Rowling and associates. I get nothing from this except the enjoyment of imagining and writing the story. If I did own any of the Potterverse, I could stop having to work for a living.
Time frame – Post–DH except for the epilogue which I am ignoring, for reasons that should become obvious.
A/N: Warning for language and general nastiness
Pansy Parkinson was holding a meeting in her offices with contacts in the UK Ministry of Magic, and representatives of some European auror forces. Also in attendance were Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
Pansy introduced Harry and Hermione to her contacts, which included Georg-Fredirik von Drakenstein of the Action Group of the German Magical Police (Zauberpolizei, also known as the Zapos), Poloma Freitas of Interaur (the magical branch of Interpol) and Etienne Delacour of the French Gendarmerie.
Hands were shaken all around. Harry asked to be just called 'Harry, after Kolonel von Drakenstein addressed him as 'Herr Potter'. The German smiled and said, "well, in that case, I am George." Ms Freitas said "Just call me 'Pomme Frites', everybody does."
Capitan Delacour looked a bit familiar to Hermione, although they had never met before. The Frenchman saw her look of recognition, and smiled. "I see that you find I look like my Uncle Michel, father of a couple of young blondes of your acquaintance. The General and my father Andre were often taken as twins, although mon pere is four years younger than mon oncle."
Hermione asked "You called him 'The General'. I thought he was in the foreign service as a minor bureaucrat."
Etienne smiled, "You were allowed to know what the general public is allowed to know about my uncle. However, I have studied your dossier, and this room is secure. Oncle Michel is actually the head of our 'deuxieme bureau', our secret service. Now, having revealed a state secret, I am required by French law to shoot you, and arrest myself for treason." He smiled at Hermione's doubly surprised reaction, as he then took her by the arms and kissed her on both cheeks. "My cousin Fleur has spoken very highly of you. I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance myself."
Etienne then turned to Harry, and said, "My uncle has requested, or rather demanded, that I ask that you and Miss Granger meet with him and Tante Françoise for a discussion, at your convenience. It is a family matter of some personal importance, but not of immediate urgency. Harry looked at Hermione, who was also surprised by this request. They would have thought that any messages from the family would have come through Fleur, whose house at Shell Cottage was not far from Harry's place. They nodded to each other, and Harry turned to Etienne. He asked the Frenchman how Monsieur and Madame Delacour wished him to make contact, and that he would do so within the week.
Pansy mentioned that her team had tracked down the authors of some of the hate mail which Ginny had received, and that Hermione had gotten some in the same handwriting. Harry said, as the letters were from students at Hogwarts, he thought that a 'gentle' warning would suffice, and he was going to deal with it personally.
Kingsley Shacklebolt reported that the new detection charms, which Harry and Hermione had suggested, were now working, and set to detect all Unforgivable curses as well as any attacks on muggles. The aurors had already broken up several gangs of children of Death eaters, most of whom fell into the category of 'ordinary decent criminals', as they had been raised to believe that the work owed them a living, and had never bothered to find any lawful ways of making their own way in the world without 'daddy's' money. Daddy's money had now vanished, either to fund Voldemort's last campaign, or been confiscated by the Ministry when 'daddy' got caught. They were in custody, and being occupational therapy and training, hopefully to give them a way of making an 'honest' living.
Kolonel von Drakenstein reported that the Zapos had apprehended a number of 'purists' who had been smuggling dark artefacts and were closing in on the group who were producing wizarding porn, using Unforgivables and killing those 'actors' who were not pure-bloods.
Partway through the kolonel's report, an elf popped into the room. He was wearing the uniform of the Zapos, with officer's rank showing on his epaulettes. He snapped to attention and saluted the German officer, as he said "Mein Herr, ve have found her! Ve have Fraulein Bulstrode! Do you vish her brought here immediately, or shall we have our healers tend her first?."
Drakenstein looked at the assembly. "I think she should be treated first, then brought here. Pansy, you were her friend, no?"
Pansy shook her head. "No, George. I was her classmate, and dormitory companion, but never her friend. However, I am concerned for her welfare, and I was the one who asked for special action on her case. I will take responsibility for her, but only when she is ready to travel. Thank you."
The German turned to the elf. "Danke, Hans. Vielen danke. Bring Fraulein Bulstrode here when she is ready." The elf saluted with a slight bow of his head, and disappeared with a slight pop.
Four days later, Harry received a call from Pansy, asking if he could come over to her flat that evening. The witch said that she had already contacted Hermione, who had said she would be over after her shift at the hospital, around sevenish.
Harry agreed, and arrived to find that Pansy had arranged with the elves for food and drink. Sitting in Pansy's living room was Millicent Bulstrode. She was much thinner than when Harry had last seen her at Hogwarts before the battle, and had a number of rather obvious bruises around her face. When he went to greet her, she rose gingerly from her chair, in obvious pain.
Harry said hello, to which Millicent responded "Potter. I should have guessed. Are you going to kill me now too? You have your cops drag me out of my apartment and into a mental hospital, shoved needles and potions into me all over. They shove potions up my ass and down my throat, and take away my pipe and syringe. Now this. I get you. Harry fucking Potter! I gather you turned Pansy into a blood-traitor, and I gather I get the pleasure of having to put up with Granger's mudblood presence shortly too. Friggin' lovely."
Harry realized very quickly that, whatever reaction he expected Millicent to have on being freed from her abusers, this wasn't it.
Harry started to speak when the young witch cut him off. "Why did you bring me here, Potter? You figure that you've seen my films, and you want to get some of me too. Good old Millie, the ugly fat cow, the Saturday night screw for all of Slytherin house. You want to have all your fucking Gryffindors to have a shot at me too. Is that what you want? Well here, I'll make it easy for you!" She stripped off her clothes, revealing bruises all over her body, as she flopped down on the floor and spread her legs. "See, Potter! Is this what you want? Well, is it? You want your mudblood girlfriend and this piece of traitorous tail to have a go at me too? I've done girls too! I've done just about anything and anybody – elves, dogs, broomsticks, groups of up to five, whatever! Good old Millie, she's good for any combination. Come on Potter! Go ahead. Do whatever it is your sick mind wants to do!" Her voice was starting to break as she started to convulse in racking sobs as the tears flowed. Harry really couldn't tell if it was from the situation, or her pain.
Harry wasn't sure what to say. He started to say "Miss Bulstrode..", when the woman interrupted him.
"Miss Bulstrode! Miss? Potter, I haven't missed much for a long time! Miss? Hah! Just because you wrap a piece of shit in a pretty package, it's still a piece of shit! What's the matter Potter? You're not 'man' enough to do over poor little fat Millie?"
"Potter. Fucking flavour-of-the-month Potter. He has all the professors looking out for him, he inherits all the money in the world so he can look down on poor Millie. He has big-ass Dumble-shorts kissing his ass. Big man. He has everything he wants, and now he seems to want me, but can't get it up now he sees what he's got in front of him."
"Hey Potter, how about you pull out you big wand and do me. Or kill me. Flash the green light at me. I really don't give a shit!"
With this Millicent rolled on her side, racked with tears, and wincing from pain. She whimpered "Potter. You took everything from me. You destroyed everything I had. It wasn't much, but you did it anyway. You should have killed me like you killed everyone else. You like to kill, Potter. Does it give you a hard-on, Potter, to kill? It did for Crabbe. He would find cats, or mice, and he would kill them. He would stomp on their heads, the fat bastard, and this would get him going. Then he would come over and 'party' with me. How about you Potter? How about you kill Parkinson? Or rape her, then kill her. How about that Potter? She's like that, particularly the rape part. I saw her with Draco. And I saw you. You get off on killing! I saw you at the battle. You were looking forward to killing all the important people. You were just a piece of trash they were going to squash like the bug you are, but you bastard, you killed them first. "
Hermione had entered the room during the rant, and was horrified at the sight of the naked Millicent Bulstrode writhing on the floor, shouting out whatever obscenities she could think of. She was also horrified as she saw Harry's anger building, at Millicent's accusations of how much he enjoyed killing.
Finally he had his limit. He started yelling at her that he hated killing and that the only reason he killed was to save people from Voldemort and his Death eaters, who had been trying to kill him for years, and she had been one of them.
After a couple minutes of this, Pansy calmly walked up to Harry, grabbed him by the shirt front and slammed him up against the wall. In stunned surprise, Harry looked down at the short brunette witch and saw something he had never before seen in Pansy's eyes. Righteous fury!
She took a deep breath, then a second, then with a restraint that was evident, said "Harry, would you please get your head out of your ass? You're not the only one who was abused around here! For God's sake, Harry, I told you how things worked in Slytherin. Girls were sex toys for the older boys. Slytherin worked on power, and to a teenage boy, power means sex and lots of it."
"After the welcoming feast our first day at Hogwarts, the senior boys 'welcomed' us all in their own special way. As my father had ordered, I cuddled up to Malfoy really fast, and Mr 'Daddy's a Death Eater so she's my property' kept me relatively safe. Millie didn't have that luxury. She learned that to get along, you go along, with the sex, with the racism and with the politics. Third and fourth year, she went through four abortions, none voluntary, and miscarried twice. None of her pregnancies were voluntary either."
"Harry, why do you think Slytherins had such contempt for the teachers at Hogwarts? Snape was a Death Eateror himself, or so we all thought, so we thought the way he ran his house was the way of the future under Voldemort. But the rest of them, they knew. They had to have known. Pomfrey had to treat the girls who got injured or pregnant – she had to know and should have passed this on. Even old Haggis-breath had to know what was going on when girls came into class in obvious pain. The boys had contempt for the teachers because they knew they were getting away with things that their parents said they could, and the girls hated them because the teachers had to have known, and did nothing to stop it! I can understand that Mumbles wanted to keep Snape in Voldie's good books, but we were the price he paid for it!
"All her life, she has been told she's fat, and she's ugly, and she's only good for one thing! In the battle at Hogwarts where you killed Voldemort, most of her connections got killed. She had alienated just about everyone who knew her. I figured out ways to get out of the mess. She didn't! She went to doing the only thing that people told her she was good at, and she went downhill from there. The people she met treated her like meat, just like most of the people she had met before. There were the drugs, and there were the parties, and there was some money."
"Harry, you are standing here because you won! You! Won! She didn't!"
"You learned to shake off the Imperious. She never did. You saw the films, and the pictures. There was stuff even she wouldn't do, so they made her do that anyway! Good lord, Harry, it would have been kinder to her if you had killed her!"
Harry was almost in a rage himself, but Pansy's last compassionate statement stopped him in his tracks.
He looked down at his feet, and nodded, then started to cry for all the victims of Voldemort and his cronies. He had fought them, and he had even died temporarily, and it looked like he was never going to be able to leave it in the past. He nodded sadly, and went into the kitchen for a drink of water.
Pansy looked over to where Hermione was standing watching. She glanced over to where Millicent lay on the floor, either passed out or sobbing quietly.
Hermione shook her head, and said "Pansy, you know Harry's temper and his power. You took an awful risk there, girl."
Pansy nodded, and the thought of a pleasant evening when she and Hermione had watched some muggle comedies together, trying to get to know each other, crossed her mind. The short brunette smiled at the taller bushy-haired witch, said, "Well, if he had killed me, which I thought might be a distinct possibility, you could have put on my gravestone 'Here lies Pansy Baldrick'."
The light came on in Hermione's eyes, and the two said in chorus "I have a cunning plan!", and laughed quietly together. Harry and Millicent were both puzzled by the unexpected sound.
A week after Pansy took Millicent into her care, and mounted a 24-hour a day suicide watch on her old classmate, both her and Harry's (and several other) fireplaces flared green with Florrie's high pitch yell. "Bees! Now! Harpies!"
Pansy put out the emergency call for their action team.
Harry made a rapid floo call to Gwenogg Jones, asking where Ginny was, and letting her know that there was an urgent problem, and he would be arriving momentarily. A second later, he apparated into the Holyhead Harpies office, when Gwen just said "Locker room!", and the two ran down the hall.
As they entered the team's changing room (as it was a single gender team, they required only one locker room) they were met by the sight of Ginny Weasley, naked and spread-eagled on the floor, obviously under an Imperius curse. Standing around her, also naked, were five wizards, petrified. Standing around them were twenty three elves, all holding out their arms applying wand-less magical restraining charms, and all wearing black and yellow striped T-shirts. Standing to the side were three elves holding video cameras.
Harry looked at the team leader and demanded, "Their wands, please." The elf handed five wands to Harry, who held them up in front of the captured men, and broke each one in half. As the magic in each wand died, there was a flash of light and a sigh from each one.
As Gwen shouted "Finite Incantatem" to lift the curse from Ginny, and helped the younger witch to her feet while wrapping her naked body in a very large towel, Harry looked at the elves with the cameras, and asked "Did you get it all? Before she was seriously hurt?"
The elves nodded. Florrie said "Master Harry, when they came in, Miss Ginny was just coming out of the shower. The leader has been dating her for a couple weeks. She saw him and said she was surprised to see him, but if he wanted to see her naked, it was okay, and she dropped her towel. The other four dropped their disillusion charms and hit her with the curse. They made her lie down, and they took off their clothes. They said that they were going to have her there and then in all sorts of ways, and then take her to their studio and make some films. They were going to send copies to you and to her family, to show them and you what happened to blood-traitors when real wizards got hold of them. The leader said that, you had taken one of his, so he was taking one of yours, to show you that you weren't so high and mighty when you couldn't even protect your ex-girlfriend. You would see what she could do when she had a real wizard between her legs. That's when the 'bees' arrived and stunned them all."
Harry nodded, and looked at the supposed leader. "So you are the bunch who had Millicent Bulstrode?"
The wizard looked at Harry's cold green eyes and tried to nod. Harry ordered "Release his head."
The man started swearing at Harry telling him all the things his family would do to him when they found out the muggle lover had kidnapped him. Harry looked at him, and pulled out a small bottle of a potion. "Hold his head."
As the man struggled against his constraints, Harry poured a few drops of the liquid into his mouth. Harry said, "You have just been given Veritaserum. A special mix used by the international aurors. If you lie, you will die. It's that simple. If you tell the truth, you will live, at least long enough for your sentencing. I promise you I will not kill you, tonight. However, it is almost midnight, and I will not guarantee tomorrow. I will also not guarantee what my rather annoyed associates might do to your body before that." Several elves pulled out and displayed some serrated knives.
The man blanched.
Harry said "Release his head." The other man said "Yeah, we made movie with Bulstrode."
Harry asked "And you used the same spells on her?"
The man nodded, and said, "usually we didn't need to. The bitch was willing to do almost anything. But there is a good market for films of witches under the Imperious. Kind of like bondage shots. Control freaks, you know. Also, she didn't want to do some kinds of stuff, so we had to use a little encouragement for those."
Harry nodded. "Thank you. That's all we need."
He turned to the elves. "We have five. Groups of four to each. You know what to do and where."
The five men blanched. Three started urinating on themselves, and one lost control of his bowels in fear.
Harry looked at them with utter contempt, and said "Don't worry, they won't kill you. You will just wish they had." He nodded to the elves. A group of four elves took a hold of each of the other wizards, and disappeared.
Ginny Weasley looked at Harry, and the post-curse shakes hit her. As she shook, she said "Harry, what are you going to do with them? Are you going to kill them?"
Harry shook his head. "No, Ginny, sadly not. I promised Hermione's parents I would not kill unless it was to protect others from immediate harm. I am sending them to some places where they may wish I had killed them."
"After a couple of days, my teams will turn them over to the aurors for trial. The videos of what they were trying to do to you and their admissions will serve as evidence. I expect that they will all be executed for using the Imperius."
"Our information says they are all from high-born pure-blood families, who will try to get them off, by threats, bribery or whatever. That won't go too well for them either, as the Ministry has changed their policies on crimes using Unforgivables, and also on trying to bribe Ministry officials – not like the old days. The fact that they were using an Imperius on pure-blood witches pretty much guarantees them going through the veil. But first, I have sent them to where they are likely going to learn about gang-rape first hand. They are not going to have the opportunity to do that to any more witches, and especially not to my little sister." With that, he kissed her on the forehead and disappeared.