As the girls stumbled out of the door, all he felt was deep and utter relief. His Luna was safe at home, but the fear that she could be taken was real. His friends had been snatched from right under their husband's noses, and the fear that the same thing could happen to his wife caused Theo to lose sleep at night. His schedule was all off wack and he hated change, but the thought of not helping in the finding and fighting for his friends and the possibility of the same people coming for his wife made him jump at the chance to help.

Theo watched Potter drop to his knees at Pansy's feet and pulling her with him. She combed her fingers through his hair and whispered into his ear. Millie was wretched away from where she was holding the wall to keep her steady into Longbottom's arms and half dragging her away from the room. Malfoy began ushering them to the vanishing cabinet to slide through to the Ministry where Theo's group had taken the blasted thing with Eloise's body still in it earlier. Granger had told him in passing that she had sent for Dean to pick the poor girl up. Daphne had slid to the floor staring blankly at the swells of men, her eyes flitting across faces in search of someone. Theo stepped closer when the Weasley twin finally made it to her side. The twin grasped her face in his large hands pushing her face forward and back, checking her for marks or damage. His thumbs brushed her tears that were silently steaming down her face before kissing her passionately on her plump lips and causing the poor girl to squeak. Blaise was already picking Padma up bridal style and placing her feet in the cabinet to slide through to the other side, kissing every inch of flesh he could reach and telling her it was alright. Isobel's husband, Terry something-or-another was right behind Blaise to do the same.

Kingsley was moving into the hallway the girls had stepped out of. Theo raised his wand to followed him along with the other Weasley's, Draco, Marcus and a few other men whose names escaped him. The hall was dimly lit, bloody footprints leading back to rooms they must have come from. Kingsley pushed open the first door slowly, wand raised.

"Oh dear Merlin," he breathed, "We need Auror's in here. Bag everything and tag it," he told Draco, before heading down the hall to the next room. Blood was smeared on the wall next to the door and puddled on the floor. It looked like too much blood, like these girls had been tortured to near death. Side stepping the blood, Kingsley pushed open the second door.

"Fuck!" he screamed into the room. "This one too, Malfoy. Whatever happened in these rooms, these ladies are not ok. Bag everything. I want magical signatures tested and as soon as these girls get medical treatment, I want interviews conducted. This is madness."

Theo stepped behind him to get a better look and regretted instantly. Swallowing the vomit that crept up his throat, he took in the room around him. Three metal tables were pushed toward the wall, red puddles on each table. Leather straps haphazardly connected to the tables at the top and bottom indicating they had been strapped down. Tools of various types strewn across the floor where a table had been knocked over. Pliers and knives, needles and a strange sphere with runes cut into it. Theo had seen one before but he couldn't swear where.

"Minister," Draco whispered, "That's a Rogna Sphere."

"Malfoy, go find Potter and tell him. He will need to tell the Healers. Run," he told him quietly, pushing at his shoulder to turn him toward the door.

"Sir, what is a Rogna Sphere?" Ronald Weasley asked, turning a deathly pale.

Shit, Theo thought. He remembered where he had seen one before.

"Professor Slughorn had a couple in his potions lab back in sixth year. I remember seeing them," Theo told them stoically. His stomach churned again and he was ready to leave immediately.

"A Rogna Sphere was used in medieval times to torture unwilling witches that wouldn't comply with being caught during a witch hunt. Usually witches were raped and beaten when Muggles caught them before they burnt them at the stake. But eventually Wizards took the idea and turned it into something far worse. Not only were they used to essentially rape woman, but the runes make it so the insides are very complicated to heal. The sphere itself, goes inside..."Kingsley swallowed hard before continuing," and it stretches the outer walls of her vagina, causing tearing, and ripping so that it hurts during intercourse for quite sometime so she 'remembers her place'."

"Theo, send a Patronus to Minerva. I'm going to need Horace it seems," the minister sighed. "He has been pretty upset about not being assigned a wife during all of this law nonsense. Maybe I should have listened harder."

"Slughorn was not assigned a witch to marry because he would only produce squibs with witches his age. When he fought to have a his aura checked with younger witches, I refused him. Part of the law requires us to make sure that young witches be paired with men her own age and no older than 5 years her senior. We had already tried pairing him with multiple other witches closer to his age, to no avail. Obviously he must have taken steps to ensure his line or prove his compatibility with younger girls." Kingsley Shacklebolt looked disgusted at the thought of what had occurred, Theo understood.

"Minister, if you don't mind? Maybe we should send a couple of men to the school to bring him in instead," The elder Weasley put his hand on Kingsley's shoulder.

"You maybe right, Arthur. Take Charlie with you and Robins. The rest of you follow me," and with that he left the room, Theo following behind.

Two more rooms that seemed to be set up the same way, were thankfully empty and looked unused. But at the end of the hall, there was a potions lab set up and under the table, a sleeping Cho Goyle.

The sound of the door opening must have woke her because she flinched hard and slammed her head on the underside of the table. She crumpled up in herself when Theo flicked his wand and bound her hands and feet. Kingsley pulled her wand from her pocket and picked her up over his shoulder. She didn't even fight him. Either she was too shocked by the blow to her head or she didn't care to fight any longer.

"Nott, check the room. Don't touch anything and I'll send Malfoy to tag and bag," and he spun on his heel to take Cho down the hall.

Theo stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep from touching anything when his fingers twitched. The far wall held the potions lab and Cho's sleeping place. There were vials of what looked to be blood and possibly muscle tissue, from Theo's untrained eye. A potion was simmering in one of the cauldrons that smelled faintly of burnt coffee and hair. Theo walked to the table to check the coloring and when he saw the green tinted concoction he knew what it was instantly.

The combination of a fertility potion and an ovulation potion use to be used to determine whether witches and wizards could be bound during Pureblood Martial Contracts. If you take the essence of the man and the essence of the woman and combine them with this particular barbarian potion it would determine the likelihood of children down the line. Combine that with the Rogna Sphere and he could tell you exactly what was going on.

Horace Slughorn was going to make himself a father, whether anyone wanted him to or not. And he was taking it out on innocent witches by causing them to feel the pain of his torture for a very long time to come.

Theo found a close by trash bin and emptied the contents of his stomach. Wiping his mouth on a handkerchief from his pocket, Theo hoped he would wake up from this nightmare soon or if not a nightmare, he hoped that someone would come around the corner and yell "gotcha!" so that this horrible joke could end soon. He wasn't very partial to jokes anyway.