Chap. 17: Visiting Bathilda, the office, memories, and a photo shoot.
After Harry and Daphne stepped inside Bathilda's cottage, and after Harry introduced his fiancée to the historian, the old witch directed Daphne to retrieve an old book from one of the top shelves in her sitting room titled: Rogues, Scoundrels, Libertines, Rakes, and Thieves of Eighteenth Century Wizarding Britain, by Morton Scallywag.
Daphne did just that as Harry helped the old witch into her sweater. Before Daphne could turn back to her host, though, she noticed two framed black and white wizarding photos on a small side table by her sofa. One was of a rather handsome blond teen wizard, and the other showed the same wizard standing beside a young dark-haired wizard laughing.
"Mrs. Bagshot," Daphne inquired as she gazed at the two moving photographs, "who are these two young wizards?"
"Oh, dearie," Bathilda said, "that is mein Schatz - my little Gellert; my nephew! The other is he and Albus together, which was taken not far from here. You see, the Dumbledore's lived just up the road."
"Gellert?" Daphne wondered as she stared at the photo.
"Grindelwald, dear!"
At Daphne's gasp, Bathilda turned to Harry. "You will tell her," Bathilda said, "won't you, dear?"
"Yes, Bathilda," Harry said, who patted the old witch's hand that was now clinging to his forearm.
"It's a rather long story," Bathilda told Daphne, who had now joined Harry and her, "and Harry knows the entire sordid tale, now.
"What Durmstrang did to mein Schatz, as well as all those radicals around Berlin and Vienna to corrupt his mind! Why my sister allowed that," Bathilda sniffed with a shake of her head, "I do not know! Those demented Bohemians," Bathilda exclaimed with a scoff at the end.
"Let's head over to the office, shall we," Harry said to placate the old witch, "and get you some tea and choccy bickies, yes?"
Here, Bathilda reached up and patted Harry's right cheek with her left hand. "You've always been such a kind and bright child, Harry. Lily would be so proud!"
The round dining table in the office was now full, as there sat Harry with Daphne to his right, and then Bathilda. Beside the old historian was Muriel Prewett who had been flinging one insult after another about Tom, Bellatrix, and Lucius Malfoy. Beside Muriel sat Rita Skeeter, who was taking notes, and beside her was Tonks. Finally, beside Tonks was Daniel Davis, and he was to Harry's left.
"Harry," Daniel said, "Lucius' photos are ready." Here, he handed Harry three different photos of the same thing, but from slightly different angles. This made Daphne gasp out.
"We'll have to do the ones for Tom and Bellatrix as soon as possible if I'm to develop them in time to include them in the Saturday release."
Daphne stared at the photos of Lucius with a girl on a bed before she gave Harry a dumbfounded look. "Where did you get these, Harry?"
"Oh, it's fake!" Harry replied, but Tonks snorted.
"Not that fake!" Tonks said. "That shoot is still making my skin crawl."
"What do you mean?" Daphne asked.
"Well," Tonks said, and she began to recite what had occurred several days before.
Harry, Tonks, and Daniel made their way inside the largest bedroom of the cottage at Godric's Hollow, where it was set up to look like a run-down hotel room in Cuba, including a view of palm trees just outside the window. All of it was done using illusions and transfiguration, of course.
"I don't like this at all, Harry," Tonks said, as she made her way over to a dressing screen.
"You have the patches," Harry said, "so it won't be too embarrassing. Look at what I have to wear! A bloody cock sock! That's all I'll have on!
"Plus," Harry complained, "you don't have to drink Polyjuice, and look like Lucius for an hour!"
Here, Tonks snorted and stepped behind the screen, where she began to strip. Harry did the same behind the other screen.
When Tonks stepped out, she was completely nude except for wearing two round black cloth patches that were just big enough to hide her nipples, and a long narrow one that was applied over her female parts down below. They were applied with a sticking charm.
Tonks sat on the edge of the bed as they waited on Harry, who they heard gag and moan as he changed form. Finally, he stepped from behind the screen.
Tonks was horrified, as there stood her uncle, Lucius Malfoy, completely nude, except for his bollocks and todger, which were being hidden inside a pin-striped cock sock.
"Oh, Merlin!" Tonks gasped, as Daniel smirked.
"Get over it, Tonks," Harry groused. "Why haven't you changed form, yet?"
Tonks stuck her tongue out at Harry, and stood, where she transformed into a rather young-looking fourteen-year-old girl of Cuban descent.
"Oh, for fek's sake," Harry scowled, closed his eyes, and had to look away. "I don't know if I can do this!"
"It was your idea!" Tonks scolded, who then lie back crosswise on the bed, with her hips at the edge, and her legs dangling over the side. Luckily, the patch was covering her nether region.
"Sheesh!" Harry said. "Daniel, where's that cane?"
"Here it is, Harry," Daniel said, who handed Harry a duplicate of Lucius' snake-headed cane that he found at a junk shop in Diagon Alley.
Harry propped that up against the mattress and then walked over to Tonks. "Where do you want me?"
"Well," Daniel said with a chortle, "between her legs, of course!"
Harry made a gagging motion but made his way to Tonks, who parted her thighs and allowed Harry to stand between them.
"Let me adjust the lighting, you two, and we'll be done in just a tick," Daniel said, as he adjusted the two lamps' umbrellas to illuminate the scene just right.
"All right, Harry," Daniel said with a grin, "grab hold of her feet, raise her legs in the air, and step in as close as you can."
Harry did just that but scowled.
"Hold that scowl, Harry," Daniel said. "Now, Tonks, look like you're horrified and crying, but face the camera."
She did, and Daniel began snapping photos.
"You didn't!" Daphne said with a horrified scowl at Harry.
Skeeter laughed, as the two old witches tittered. Tonks looked embarrassed, and Daniel was smirking at Harry.
"It was the only way, dear," Harry apologized, "and Tonks is the only Metamorphmagus we have."
"If it's any conciliation, young Daphne," Muriel said, "Harry was stuck in the body of Lucius, who has quite the stubby cock, for an hour!"
Here, Daphne looked down at the table, and snorted, before she raised her head up and glared at Harry.
"I want to play Bellatrix!"
"What?" Harry said, looking alarmed.
"You do have some of her hair," Daphne said, who motioned toward Skeeter. Skeeter had told Daphne about having all the convicts' hair, and that the mercenaries were to collect more from those not incarcerated.
"But, Daph, dear!" Harry replied, looking panicked.
"Don't you Daph me, Harry," Daphne scowled, as she poked Harry in the chest with her finger. "No, I will play her, and we'll do it today. Where do we take these photos?"
"Er, well," Harry said as he looked toward Tonks.
"Riddle Manor was scoped out, and there are no wards," Tonks replied. "You-Know-Who seems to have abandoned it for my auntie's home."
"If we're to do this, we'll need to do it now," Daniel said.
"Oh, for fek's sake," Harry said.
"I don't like this," Harry said. "I don't like this at all. Wands out, everyone."
Harry was standing before a white wooden door, which held a glass window in the top half. It was painted white, but that was severely peeling, and the glass had a crack in one corner. The door was located in the front of a small foyer that led to the cellar of Riddle Manor. The foyer was built to hold the heat in the old brick manse when going outside or entering.
Harry grabbed hold of the knob and gave it a twist. It worked, so he opened the door on its squeaky and rusty hinges.
When he stepped inside, he was standing on an old red-tiled floor, and another white door was ahead of him about three feet away. That one opened as well, and he found himself inside a Victorian-looking kitchen. Here, Daphne, Tonks, and Daniel followed from behind, as Harry lighted his wand, and waved it about to take everything in.
There were dirty plates on the table, grown over with mold, and he noticed an old cast iron cook stove sitting inside a huge brick fireplace on the far wall. There were peeling white wood cabinets around part of the room, which had their doors open. Inside were a few plates, and some old pots and pans.
The sink in the kitchen was an old white enameled cast iron sink on legs, and it was full of dirty dinnerware. He also noticed that it stank in the room, and that was when he noticed a large dead rat under the table, which he inspected, but it wasn't Peter.
"Come on," Harry said with a sneer as he walked through a dark doorway, and out of the kitchen, where he found himself inside a rather dusty downstairs hall, which had cobwebs in the corners. The place gave him the creeps, but he did spot the stairs leading up, and there was light showing from the top of them.
"Watch the stairs for rot," Harry said, as he stepped on the first tread, which creaked under his foot. Slowly, though, he made his way up and walked through an open door at the ground floor's hall. That staircase was beneath the one leading to the first floor.
The grand oak wood paneled walls were dusty, and he noticed that the old gas-lighted chandelier was covered in a huge cobweb. The once-fancy plaster ceiling was starting to crack and fall in at places as well.
Here, Harry started peering into the rooms until he found the drawing room at the back. It was the one that he remembered from the vision that he received, and there was the old wing-backed chair that the homunculus Voldemort was sitting in. The chair was where he would sit, and that sent a shiver down his back.
"This is it," Harry said with a sigh.
Daniel sat his camera bag down and started setting up the battery-powered lights, as Daphne sat a small phial of Polyjuice on the side table, and looked around the dusty room with a scowl.
"This room brings back some very bad memories," Harry said as he withdrew his wand, and sent a cleaning charm at the chair, where he sat down.
Harry was already dressed in a long black cloak, which would pass for what Tom wore. He had to pull off his shoes, though, as Tom went barefoot.
"I'm ready if you are, Tonks," Harry said. Here, the young auror walked over to him and withdrew her wand. "Make it good."
"Right," Tonks said as she started casting concealment and disguise spells on Harry.
Harry was turned white as a sheet, and his veins showed under his skin. Next, he became bald, and his nose seemed to flatten and disappear, leaving two slits. As far as his hands and feet, she made his finger and toenails grow out and become pointed.
"You look disgusting, honey," Daphne remarked, who was dressed in a black leather corset, and a long black skirt. Harry thought it best not to mention that she now looked like a Victorian street walker.
"Bottoms up!" Daphne said, and then drank down the Polyjuice, which almost made her honk.
As Tonks took out the two round cloth patches to cover Daphne's nipples, she watched in horror as the young witch turned into her aunt, and a rather sickly looking one at that, which was what they wanted.
Here, Daphne untied the corset, and pulled it open, allowing her breasts to be exposed, which made Harry, Tonks, and Daniel gasp out.
"Well," Tonks commented after swallowing down the knot in her throat, "these patches won't cover those."
Bellatrix's nipples were approximately three inches in diameter, even though her breasts were deflated and saggy. Daphne gagged at the sight of them, and so did Harry, who had to mouth one of them.
"How do you want me, Danny?" Daphne asked as she applied a large fake scab to the right of her bottom lip.
"Oh," Danny said after batting his eyes, "sit across Harry's lap and hold onto the top of the chair. I want you to lean back over the arm, stretch your neck back, and give out a look of being pleased.
"Harry, well, you take her left nipple in your mouth, which will hide your face, and run your left hand up her skirt. That should do it."
Harry couldn't help but chortle, as well as Daphne, as the young witch sat in his lap, and began to pose. Tonks was taking it all in with rather wide eyes.
"Let me quickly adjust the lighting, and we'll finish up," Danny said, who was wanting to leave as quickly as the rest of them. Once he had the lighting right, he held the camera up to his face and looked through the viewfinder.
"No, Daphne," Daniel said, "you need a look of ecstasy on your face."
Here, Harry obtained a rather dirty thought and advanced his hand, where he rubbed Daphne's most sensitive spot with his index finger, making her groan out very loudly with a look of pure bliss on her face, which made Tonks and Daniel blush.
Daniel started snapping several photos from different angles, and then he was finished.
"We're done, Daph, Harry," Daniel said as he noticed Tonks fanning herself.
Daphne righted herself in Harry's lap and stared at him with a smirk. "You're a rather randy man, darling!" Here, she kissed him with the fake scab, and with her floppy and flat tits still exposed. Harry made a gagging sound afterward.
A laughing Daphne stood and started tucking herself back into the corset, which she laced up. However, just as she tied it off, they heard the front entry's door open. Everyone tensed up at this, until they saw a flash of a spell, and heard a loud "thunk" like somebody hitting the floor. Lastly, someone said, "We got him!"
Harry jumped up at this and drew his wand, as well as did Daphne and Daniel, but Tonks was smirking and making her way to the door.
"That was Auror Savage, Harry, who followed us in under the Disillusionment charm. Auror Proudfoot is hidden outside. Surely, you didn't think that we wouldn't have a backup, here, did you?"
Everyone looked gobsmacked at this but quickly followed Tonks through the door. Outside, they all gasped at what they saw. Auror Savage was standing over a stunned and bound Peter Pettigrew lying in the hall's floor. Savage was also placing a magic restraining bracelet on the Death Eater so he couldn't turn into a rat and escape.
When Savage looked up, he noticed Harry and Daphne in their disguises. "Damn, Harry, you're looking rough, and I must say, so is your fiancée!"
"Yea, well," Harry muttered.
Daphne, though, stuck her tongue out at the auror, and cackled out, which spooked everyone in the room.
"Ready for lunch, dear," a very white and bald Harry asked, and Daphne nodded.
A/N: The Saturday edition is next, and it will be a hot one. Thanks for the reviews!