I don't own KHR, HP, Sherlock, or Ranma 1/2!
WARNING! A vile form of assault is mentioned in this chapter.
Quick Note: I've not forgotten about the curses on the Wrecking Crew, it's taking the Goblins a bit of time to figure it out, and life doesn't stop because you don't have answers, so they're putting their all into helping Harry.
D C JoKeR H S: I'm not sure he's the only one out there. There's a few other suspects that could have sent Goyle Sr. I really want to see "The Crimes of Grindelwald" today! It will help me decide another thing or two about my fic. My husband doesn't know it, but we're going, even if the show's at 10:45 pm! All great ideas on torture methods, but Skull may have had one of the better ideas, after all, Goyle Sr. isn't indestructible. I did add a cute ending, but that's all the cuteness that I could type right now.
Intimidation
Dread.
That was all that Goyle Sr. was feeling at that moment. He couldn't talk or move. His wand had been taken from him. The only thing he could do was blink. He knew he wasn't the smartest person in the room. That was clearly the other men, but maybe he could turn them against each other? If he tried hard enough.
That was his plan, at least until the one with the curly sideburns smirked and told him in perfect English, "I needed a volunteer to help me with target practice. Thank you for volunteering!"
"When you're done, Renato, I need a new kick-bag. I broke the last one," Fon fake pouted.
"Fon, didn't you tell me that you needed some help with one of your bamboo techniques for information gathering?" Skull added with a smile that made Goyle's blood run cold. "I found the duck tape for the hands!"
"Ah, thank you Skull. I'd forgotten all about that," Fon grinned at the crazy purple haired man named Skull of all things.
At this point, Goyle was thinking that these muggles couldn't do too much to him, he was a wizard, but he didn't have his wand. According to the Dark Lord, they were superior to muggles. He had nothing to fear, as he kept reminding himself.
"Oh, Renato, I found my throwing knives, finally. Think we can combine target practice with my circus practice?" Skull continued to smile at scary-sideburns.
"It sounds perfect," Renato smirked evilly.
It was official, Goyle was now scared of sideburns.
Back in Shamal's clinic, Bill had managed to get away from the others and began to work on undoing the spells on the three women.
He found a few booby-traps, but they were so straight forward and easy to find, that he easily had them undone before any damage could be done. Before he could get to waking the women up, he noticed that Shamal and Bianchi kept sharing worried glances, "Okay, what did you find out?"
"Swear not to tell the others until after they get the information from the assailant," Shamal ordered.
"Whatever you found it's that bad?" Bill's blood ran cold for a second. He knew that something was different about this group. The three guys he'd come over with were talking about death defying stunts, hitmen, and martial arts as if it was second nature. Bill had a funny feeling that they were okay with doing things outside of the law. How much, he didn't know. What he did gather was that Nana kept them in line, most of the time.
"Weasley, if we didn't think it might have an impact on how you wake them, we'd never tell you without their permission," Bianchi sighed tiredly, her eyes filled with hopelessness.
"I swear on my magic that I will not reveal what you tell me, now, about these three women to anyone without their say-so. So mote it be," Bill swore a wizards oath.
Both Bianchi and Shamal blinked in surprise as they felt something warm curl around them, "What was that?"
"That was a wizards oath. Magic binds that person to their word, or they loose their magic," Bill explained, waiting patiently for the information that he was sure might be earth-shattering.
"There's no easy way to say it. They were all raped," Shamal sighed in frustration.
Bill remained silent as he went over things in his mind, facts he knew, "As soon as the healer gets here, you need to tell them. They can prevent any internal scarring and make sure that they don't carry their rapist's child. The healer should be able to heal nearly any issue that he caused. What makes things worse is that it will have to be reported to the Auror and the assailant's wife. The women's names never have to leave this room. That's the procedure for rape cases. I dealt with one in Egypt. A co-worker was taken advantage of by a local, and I had to speak with the Aurors. Pretty much the same when they had to co-operate with our Aurors."
"It can't take away how they feel about this attack against them," Bianchi closed her eyes.
"While we could make them forget, it isn't advisable. There were a few cases that the Egyptian Aurors mentioned that ended with the victims committing suicide, and not knowing why," Bill shook his head sadly.
"We couldn't tell Nana over the phone, she'd have wanted him skinned alive, hung, drawn, and quartered. Hell, it's what I'd do to him, given half the chance," Bianchi snorted.
"Will it effect your spells?" Shamal asked worriedly.
"Slightly. I will have to be more gentle. I just removed the extra curses. So now we're getting down to the base sleep-spell. I just hope that they weren't awake..." Bill took a breath and began to cast the final spell on the first girl.
"Can you wake one at a time. Give us an hour or so to calm one down, and then go to the next?" Bianchi asked hopefully.
"As long as the spell wasn't cast as a mass-spell, we should be able to do that." Bill nodded as he continued with saying the spell, "Innervate!"
Meanwhile, back in London, Harry was dealing with Nana stopping Mrs. Weasley's attempts to fatten him up immediately, "No. You are not dealing with this properly. He cannot be forced to eat when he is not hungry due to years of abuse and neglect. He is my cousin and our doctor has him on a strict diet until he returns to reassess him."
"He is a growing boy! He should eat more!" Molly Weasley began to get a bit overbearing.
"ENOUGH!" Nana bellowed, before enjoying the silence around her, and continuing in a softer voice, "You are in my temporary home as a guest and ally. Do not tell me what to do about my cousin in my own home. Did you not learn your etiquette properly as a child?"
That stopped Molly Weasley in her tracks. Etiquette?! Of all the silly... "Etiquette?! What foolishness!"
"I caution you not to say anything else regarding the matter, madam. You have expressed your opinion and it has been addressed. Do not press my wife further," Tsuyoshi warned her.
"You don't see Mama telling you how to raise your kids, do you?" Tsuna asked her, honestly.
"No, I don't-" Molly began.
"Exactly," Tsuna smiled. "End of discussion. Now, Akane, why don't we get the other kids and start in on drills? Ranma, you want to lead the newbies and Kyoya can spar with the rest of us?"
"Omnivore," Kyoya smirked as he walked out of the room.
"Anyone who doesn't have any physical training, follow Ranma," Tsuna chuckled as Ranma waved his hand in the air. "Ukyo, you might want to assist him with Ginny. Akane, I'd like to work with you on footwork. Fon's been working with me, but I feel I could use some more improvement. What would you suggest?"
"Dancing," Akane stated automatically.
"Then we'll be platonic-ally dancing," Tsuna held out his arm to Akane who laughed and they walked out of the room.
"Mama, have you heard anything from the Goblins? A time limit? Anything?" Ryoga asked hopefully.
"Unfortunately, not yet," Nana sighed tiredly.
"Mrs. Yamamoto, I think that's a Gringotts Owl flying this way now," Mr. Weasley blinked in surprise, as Nana held up her fist, and let the barn owl land on it.
Nana took the envelope, and thanked the owl, "It appears that you are correct, Mr. Weasley. Ryoga, it appears that they now have a time frame for when they can get rid of your curses."
"When?!" Ryoga asked hopefully.
"They will have the cat, duck, pig, and girl potion removal ready by this weekend. However, there is nothing that they can do about your directional curse. They recommend that we get a holy man or woman to look at it," Nana frowned as she re-read the letter. "Strange, it doesn't mention how they plan to administer this potion or what will happen to you afterwards. I believe I need to speak further with Ripear on this before we let them remove your curses..."
"No. We'll do it and damn the consequences," Ryoga snorted.
"You will not," Nana raised her eyebrow at him and sat him down. "I will not lose you to some potential cure, understood?"
"Yes, Mama," Ryoga sighed tiredly.
"Lambo, Fuuta, I-Pin, why don't you take him in to Ranma's class. He can help Ranma teach everyone," Nana smiled at the kids.
"Hai Mama!" Fuuta and Lambo agreed and began to drag Ryoga to Ranma.
"Hai Mama-Nana!" I-Pin agreed and grabbed Ryoga's hand as she skipped into the other room.
"You're going to tell Ranma, aren't you?" Fuuta asked Ryoga.
"Yes. They need to know," Ryoga scowled.
"Mama-Nana wants all your curses removed," I-Pin pointed out. "Trust her, she cares about you."
"I don't know if I can. People have let me down at every turn and Ranma is one of the few that will admit the fact that he did at one time, but he's come through more than he's let me down," Ryoga sighed.
"Trust Mama, she always comes through!" Lambo cheered happily.
"Lambo's right, trust Mama-Nana!" I-Pin pouted at Ryoga, who stopped and couldn't help but agree with the cute little girl called I-Pin, and the cute-brat Lambo.
"Fine, and I promise not to tell you I told you so when this blows up in my face," Ryoga sighed tiredly.
"It won't!" Fuuta promised, "There's a 98% that this cure will work on the first try!"
"From your mouth to Kami's ears," Ryoga chuckled as he ruffled Fuuta's hair. "Thanks guys."
"You're welcomed!" the kids all chimed together.