EPILOGUE

Neither Harry Potter nor any of the characters associated with him belong to me. They are JK Rowlings. I'm not in this for the money, just for fun!

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'They'll kill me, oh,' she thought, groaning from another thrust. "They'll keep at it until I'm dead. No, wait. No, they won't. They said they needed me. Want me to be their little pet.' "OH!"

She squealed from another hard thrust, wincing at the sound of loud laughter from all around her.

'Filthy half-breeds!' she screamed mentally. 'Degenerates! Nothing but beasts, the lot of them, oh!' At least she didn't have to listen to those damn drums again.

She remembered how, after they first captured her, the huge white Centaur had lifted her high above his head, balancing her on his palms, while he galloped through the forest. She had been terrified he would drop her, which he eventually did when he came to a full stop, and threw her straight into the middle of the Centaur's Herding Ground. She had recognised it from her first time there.

When she had realised where she was, she had squealed in fright, almost expecting those huge perverted Centaurs from before to be waiting for her, ready to squash her in-between those fat backsides of theirs again. But, as it turned out, that was not what they intended for her. She should have known what to expect, since she knew what the herd had wanted Rebecca Leicester for.

'Rebecca Leicester!' she snarled deep in her mind. She hadn't thought it possible for her to loathe someone more than Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, but now she did. She and that monstrous Centaur that they had dared to take on as a teacher at Hogwarts. They had tricked her! Lured her into a false sense of security, used her own stone to make her take on Miss Leicester's form, and then handed her over to the beast's race!

'Oh!'

She had considered revealing who she truly was, but then thought better against it. She was no longer in the Ministry, not that these beasts had ever been impressed with her resume (barbarians), and if they found out the truth then they might just decide to kill her.

"Aaah!" she gasped, as the beast on top rode her, the sounds of his constant snorting and neighing flaring from his mouth.

When she had arrived here, the leader Magorian had made a small speech, declaring she, or who they thought she was, had returned, and now their oath had been satisfied. He had then declared the ceremony was about to begin.

She hadn't known what he was talking about until the Centaurs all began stamping their hooves into the ground, and a loud drumbeat sounded from somewhere. They had then formed into two lines, and two of them had grabbed her from behind and shoved her forward. All the Centaurs had then began snatching at the remaining parts of her clothing, ripping them off of her until she was all stripped naked before them. Oh, the disgrace!

And oh, how they had all laughed at her, whistling at her like she was a common dog, and slapping her rump like a horse! Her humiliation had been even greater than the one following her trial and fall from the Ministry.

She had tried escaping, by attempting to run in-between one of the lines, only for one beast to turn to the side and knock her with his flank, banging her straight back into the horde's waiting hands.

Then their hands had all groped at her, carrying her further into their midst, before something wet and slick had been dropped onto her, like some kind of oily water. Even now, after all this time, her body felt like a greased pig, as the cretins had all rubbed the lotion into her, their filthy hands roaming all over, with their taunting laughter. After which, they had carried her into the centre of a circle of trees, and two of them had held her down on a smooth stump, like a slab of meat.

Magorian had then spoken again, this time saying something that had frightened her even more. He had talked about how she, or Rebecca as it were, had been brought back to them, and that the circle of Fate had come together, and she would fulfil her destiny by joining their ranks as one of their Breeders, providing them with heirs for the next generation.

'No!' she screamed mentally, repeating the same thing in her head that she had thought then. 'This won't be! I am Dolores Jane Umbridge of the noble house of Umbridge, a relation to the Selwyns! My pure-blooded family tree won't be tainted by the strain of half-assed beasts!"

She had kicked, screamed, clawed and bit at the two captors holding her, but to no avail. They had just laughed, and one had even dared to kiss her before he and the other one then held down her arms, took hold of her legs and spread them apart.

Magorian had then approached, the sound of the drums deafening her ears, and even though they had not sounded since, she could still hear them in her head.

[BOOM!CLAP!BOOM!CLAP!BOOM!CLAP!]

Magorian had then pawed his hooves for a few moments, before he mounted her, placing his hooves on either side of her on the stump, and stole her purity. After him, it had been just one after another with his herd, each one having his turn with her.

That had been several days ago now, or maybe several weeks. She had long since lost count of the days, and no longer had any concept of time.

'This won't be,' she repeated, visions of her beloved family tree playing in her mind. She saw the pictures of her parents, and her ancestors before them, all the way down to her, and from then on…she imagined seeing ugly half-horse children grinning out at her. She could almost hear the voices of her former employees gossiping about her behind her back, laughing and chattering about her half-ass children!

'NO, IT CAN'T BE!' she screamed into her mind. 'After all, there are no half-Centaur children in the Wizarding Community. If it was possible then it would have occurred at some recorded time in the past already. So it won't happen. My family tree will stay pure, just as it has always been… Oh!'

The beast on her rode faster, his giant horse-belly rubbing against her face, as he thrust back and forth. It was like having a sack of potatoes on top of her.

'How many is this now?' she wondered. 'Ten? Twenty?' She had lost count after the fifth Centaur in five days. Magorian had said that he had warned her, Rebecca, the consequences if she escaped them, and a Centaur always fulfilled his vows. He then said it would only be for that one night, and after then she would only have to deal with one Centaur a day at most.

He had been telling the truth about that at least. The entire herd had all mounted her the first night, but since then she had only had to contend with just one each day, while the rest of her time was spent serving the herd in every humiliating and demeaning manner she could think of. From sweeping the grounds of all their muck, to brushing their dirty hides, she was expected to do everything expected of the other Breeders, and she was powerless to do anything about it. Without her wand, she was helpless!

Magorian had been the first one to take her that night, but he hadn't bothered with her since. The black one who called himself Bane, though, who had been the one after him, had been back almost regularly, though he obviously didn't do it because he liked her. He was the one who was the most rough with her, and seemed to enjoy hurting and mocking her.

The white one who called himself Aonghus was by far the largest of them, and he had also been the one with the largest ego. Even now she could still hear him in the background, as he forever bragged to his fellow mules about how he could make her gasp the loudest.

"Oh aye, make her scream in joy, I can! You wait and see. We'll make some strapping foals, she and I."

'Where are they?!' she screamed to herself. 'What is taking the Ministry so long to get here and save me?!'

When she had been brought here, she hadn't panicked. She had screamed and cursed, but she had known that eventually the Ministry would come to rescue her. They wouldn't let her stay trapped here amongst these foul things. She just needed to wait a little longer, and then they'd come.

As the beast moved quicker, Dolores could hear his breathing coming faster and more laboured, like he was galloping. When she moved her face to the side, she saw all the other beasts standing around them, each going about their own business, paying them no mind. Beyond them were a smaller group of Centaurs standing off to the side, talking and smiling amongst themselves. These were the Breeders, as she had been forced to remain with them since her arrival.

After the herd had all mated with her, she had been picked up and dropped amongst them. They said that she would be spending the rest of her life carrying out a Breeder's duties alongside them, and there was no means of escape for her, so she had better not try anything lest she face the whole herd's wrath again.

She always felt sick when she looked at them, as they looked like males at first sight, yet their horse-bellies were hugely swollen, indicating pregnancy.

"OHHH!"

She squealed, as the Centaur roared above her, and she felt her belly grow warm on the inside. Almost immediately after she heard him sigh, and felt his belly resting on her wobble, as he slid off of her, his hooves making a loud thump when they landed back on the ground. She had been sweeping the ground earlier, when he had come and basically ordered her to go into the circle, as he 'hungered' for her tonight.

She had made no resistance, as she knew that was futile. There was no place for her to run, and no way she could fight, so she had complied as he had grabbed her arm and led her to the Circle, and hoped he would finish with her soon. Her only hope was that the Ministry would hurry.

Some of the herd started clapping, like they were cheering him for some victory, but he paid them no mind, as he trotted off, leaving her alone on the stump. None of the herd paid her any attention either, as they continued with their nightly activities, except for one that she heard approaching. It was one of those damn Breeders, who began checking her.

He smiled gently down at her after a few moments. "You're fine," he said, and then picked her up to carry her back to the other Breeders. "It won't be long now, I should say, when we'll be expecting a foal from you, human. So just bear with the Sires until then."

If his words were meant as comfort, then they didn't work for her.

'They said they needed me for having their filthy spawn. I won't do it, but what they don't know won't make them want to hurt me. I'll wait, bide my time, until the Ministry come save me. I'll wait until I'm rescued, and then when the Ministry lowers their guard, I'll seize it and run. Oh yes, I'll escape! I'll get out, and when I do, I'll go after them all. I'll kill them. I should have done that to begin with, but I didn't because I was just too nice, but no more. I'll find you. Do you hear that, Miss Leicester, Miss Granger, Mister Potter, Mister Weasley? I'll get out and find you, and then I'll kill you all! Starting with that filth Firenze!'

'The Ministry will come! I won't let these things defile my beautifully pure family tree! I won't! I just have to wait a little longer for them to come…just a little longer…a little longer…a little…'

The End!