Author's Rant- Disclaimer? First chapter please.
Thank you for all your reviews, I am very much grateful to those who read and reviewed and look forward to receiving more of your good wishes.
To those who have read my previous chapter and are curious about the rape plot and what Harry did, let me tell you something, I HATE RAPE and RAPISTS. To those who think that Harry just stunned them and left, my dearest readers, please do read it again. There is a paragraph depicting how Daphne kept on hearing various sounds even after the fight was over. Harry called himself punishment and he did give them some very harsh ones that are written in this chapter.
I wasn't able to write about the punishments part because the plot would have taken 2k more words and in my last chapter i already reached my 5K+ words target. This is why the punishment delivered has been detailed in this chapter.
Warning- This chapter includes a bit of gore and therefore not suitable for readers who are under 18 years of age. Also, some might not agree with the punishment I gave, considering it too harsh. But in my eyes every rapist around the world should get something similar to it. Simply killing them or cutting their balls isn't as good of a punishment for such a heinous crime.
Author's personal opinion, you are not obligated to agree with it.
Also, the poll for Harry having a fling with any of his teachers is still going on my profile. If you haven't voted yet then do so now! Remember, Harry won't show that much affection, it will mostly be from the other side ;-D
Beta Rant- Last chapter could have used some edits with spellings and exclamations but the story is progressing nicely. The gore part of this chapter is definitely M rated, but considering the fact that last chapter had mentions of rape and this fic already has a M rating, readers shouldn't have a problem with it.
Any suggestions regarding the progress of story can be PM'd to Dev.
Nothing much to say, therefore off you go!
"I am Talking."
'I am Thinking'
Spells
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Guilty is a very volatile thing.
It can do anything for you and take everything from you.
~R-Kade
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Previously in SotW-
Well, guess what? He was really tired to waste his brain cells on such a stupid matter. Where to now? The Kitchen or the dorms?
'Grumble'
Kitchen it is then...what he could say, defeating rowdy rapists and killing trolls always made him hungry.
Silence of the Winters
-by Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 8: Punishment and Politics~~
Cold blue eyes reflected the lights present in the room and a smirk formed on the owner's lips as he pulled out the five vials holding a clear yet viscous fluid in them. He then pulled out five injections and sucked up the contents of one of the vials in it. This method was ingenious and helped in making a person truthful for a month.
'One month is good enough for waking up these sleeping beauties' he thought as he injected the injection in the first body's forearm and emptied the vial attached in it.
'Four more to go'
.
Merlin's bloody beard! What the hell. Ugh, not again...no, nO, NO! Damn...
Harry mentally groaned as air was again pushed out of his lungs because he was hugged again by a certain crying redhead who had given him his, what, seventh hug of the day? Is it afternoon yet?
He had reassured her again and again that he was perfectly fine and wasn't harmed in any way whatsoever, that Madam Pomfrey had checked him and had declared him perfectly fine and that he did visit kitchen and ate as much as he usually did.
Still, both Susan and Hannah just won't leave him alone. Telling him again and again how worried they were when they heard about the troll and even more when they were told that he fought and killed the troll single-handedly. They were ready to barge out of their common room and rush to where he was, but were restrained by their prefects and Madam Pomona Sprout.
"Leave him Sue, there's nothing wrong with Mr. I-don't-care-what-you-think-of-me-but-you-better-think-good here. To me he looks as good as the day he came here."
They turned around to see an oval faced girl with brown eyes behind round spectacles, her face curtained by black shoulder length hairs smiling widely showing off her white teeth.
"TRACEY!" Harry sighed in relief as Susan and Hannah left him and started hugging Tracey's life out of her.
Susan looked behind Tracey with excitement but frowned at not seeing whom she thought would be behind the only bubbly Slytherin girl ever. "Where's Daph? Won't she join us?" She asked their third sister.
Tracey shook her head sadly, "She won't be able to join us. Its just me for now. She will come once she has taken control of Slytherin common room and finds some loophole in Triumvirate's orders."
Both Susan and Hannah shook their head sadly, Slytherin was probably the most if not the only politically motivated house. Then they turned towards Harry and others smiling widely as they pulled the bubbly Slytherin girl between them "Everyone, meet Tracey Davis. One of our bestest friends from childhood and Tracey? Meet Terry Boot, Su Li and-"
"THE Harry Potter." Tracey said grinning widely as she turned towards Susan "I know Sue, we met yesterday" She told her before turning towards the stoic Potter heir "Thank you for both, helping me last night with Daphne and saving me from my death. House Davis owes you a life debt regarding which you will very soon recieve a signed letter from Lord Davis"
Harry nodded "House Potter accepts the life debt and the gratitude expressed." Tracey immediately sighed in relief "Thank god its over. No offense Harry but I am literally bonkers at pureblood mannerism. Sometimes I wish I was as good at it as Daphne is."
"Can we join others in the great hall now? I am sure half of our breakfast time has passed already." Terry whined and Harry left for Ravenclaw table with his group at toe, Susan and Hannah discussing last night's events with Tracey and what Harry helped her regarding their other sister Daphne. Harry wanted to get over with all this breakfast drama because he knew what was about to come. The results of his fight yesterday. He knew the disillusionment charm would have dropped off at about six in the morning.
They had just settled and Harry was cutting his omelet into thin pieces when he heard a not so welcomed voice behind him.
"And here I thought you couldn't fall any more than you already have."
The conversation stopped around him and everyone except Harry looked towards the source only to see the smirking form of a pale boy with slicked back bleach blonde hairs supported morally on each side by a walking gorilla-human hybrid or was it human-gorilla? Harry kept on slicing his omelet, this was more important than some pesky little ferret.
"Mingling with half-bloods Potter? Is this what I should expect of the future lord of two houses? I pitied you for making weak companions, Now I don't know what to say." Malfoy tried again to get a rise out of the Potter heir who was still ignoring him.
Harry paused at 'weak companions' but kept on eating when he saw both Snape and Dumbledore eying this interaction, and as always not doing anything. 'Definitely not a place to kill someone'
"Are you deaf Potter? Don't you know one should turn around to listen to his superiors?" Malfoy drawled but again got the response, just not what he wished.
"Find them first"
Getting pissed off at being blatantly ignored and then insulted by the Potter heir he signalled his right handed gorilla to teach Harry about the Malfoy superiority.
Harry felt someone grab the back of his shirt and jerk him wildly backwards making him turn and come face-to-face with the self-proclaimed Slytherin prince of Hogwarts, he winced internally as his back banged loudly with the table behind him making the plates rattle a bit while his knees banged against the seats. Harry looked down at the fat piece of appendage and traced it back to the right shoulder of a glaring idiot who couldn't differentiate between a wand and a twig. Vincent Crabbe if he remembered correctly.
"Call me by my given name." Harry's voice was as devoid of emotions as his eyes that glared Crabbe before turning to Malfoy "I don't like being forced into doing things." He made a mental note to gift tweedle-dee something by tonight itself.
Malfoy waved his hand in a shoo-off manner as he completely ignored what Harry said.
"Now as I was saying, there are a few magical families that are both higher in station and have a lot of power under them. These families rule the wizarding world and can indirectly do whatever they wish. The Ancient and Noble house of Malfoy is the best among the modern upstanding families of magical Britain. We are one of the richest active houses with accomplishments enough to write a tome. We have the most say in Wizengamot with my Father, Lord Lucius Malfoy leading the families under us. He is also on the board of governors and a very good friend of Minister of Magic himself!" Draco announced with such reverence as if any moment there would be a huge bang and Lucius Malfoy would manifest out of thin air and kiss his spoilt brat. Yuck.
Harry just quirked his right eyebrow as if to say 'Are you done or should I bring my mattress here?'
Draco might have got this in his little grain brain because his cheeks flushed a bit "All I am saying is, we Malfoys are current rulers of British Wizarding Empire and therefore a friendship with our house can be very much beneficial to you in the near as well as distant future. It will at least be better than the present company of weaklings you keep. Are they even potty trained Potter?" He said laughing with tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum as he forwarded his hand towards the still stone-faced Harry who looked at him with a very much bored expression. While the others glared daggers at the Malfoy heir. Terry had to be restrained by Tracey or he would have attacked the prat bare handed.
Ten seconds. Harry eyed the grey eyed boy for ten full seconds before shifting towards the outstretched hand which was now shrinking a bit away, and then back to the hand's owner's pale face. He was about to reply when another not-so-welcomed voice interrupted him.
"DON'T YOU DARE ACCEPT IT!"
Harry internally groaned and shook his head 'There goes my happy morning. Goodbye dear. Until next time' a long string of curse words followed this as he saw his wondrous awe inspiring sight of a brother.
Alandale Henry Potter came in waddling with his pet Weasley, panting as he stopped even though Harry knew he started running only when he entered the great hall moments ago. 'What a cheap waste of fresh air'
"DON'T YOU DARE MAKE THIS DEATH EATER YOUR FRIEND!" Alan snarled as he pulled his wand out. Weasley, Malfoy and Tweedle twins followed suite even though the last two didn't know how to use it.
"I think we should stop this Albus. This won't do any good for any of us." McGonagall told in a worried tone to the century old warlock sitting beside her who was smiling at her, as if her protectiveness amused him. "No Minerva. I am very much sure this isn't for us to stop."
"But they can harm each other if we don't stop them now." the cat professor persisted with her demand.
"Minerva dear, as far as I know we need to shoot spells to attack someone, simple wand waving isn't banned at our school is it? Also, I know it won't come to that." Dumbledore said smiling with twinkling blue eyes, he wanted to see what Harry would really do. He had suspected for a long time that Harry had been hiding something from him. Since that first day when he had called the Potter brothers in his office, he had already sensed something different about Harry that day, but ignored it in the favour of a bout of accidental magic or fluctuations in magic inside Hogwarts which was a normal occurence.
But then came the troll incident where a mediocre boy supposedly killed a full grown mountain troll. It wasn't his fault that he wasn't present on site to witness it. He was after all subduing his own troll with Flitwick while Minerva, Severus and unfortunately Quirell were handling the second one on fifth floor. Three trolls! And here he thought nothing could enter Hogwarts without his permission.
A serious blow to his eg…ahem self-confidence.
But that was something to think later. Right now Dumbledore wanted to see what the mysterious green eyed Potter did in this situation. If he had to make a guess, he would go with accepting Malfoy's offer. Just like Tom would have done. Or will he outright reject it?
'Which direction are you going to take your house Harry Potter?'
"No one asked you Potter. Didn't your mother teach you to not to speak when elders are discussing?" Draco sneered before laughing "Oh yeah, forgot you don't even have one."
Alan growled and was about to kill Malfoy barehanded when the huge doors of great hall banged open and Argus Filch, caretaker and most hated person of Hogwarts, though Snape and him certainly threaded on a fine line between first and second places, came in running, his face as pale as snow, sweat beads dropped and a foul smell wafted wherever he went. Making students scrunch their noses in disgust.
Though his expression didn't say this was his everyday perfume, it said as if he just came from tea-party with Thanatos himself.
Filch ignored everyone and just kept on running till he reached the teacher's table. What he said was anyone's guess because it was all hush-hush. The peculiar thing was, as soon as he delivered the news, each and every person sitting on the said table dropped whatever they were holding, their eyes wide and hands trembling. Even Dumbledore looked affected and his annoying smile completely vanished off his wrinkly 113 year old face.
In a sudden move, all of the teachers on the table including the four house heads and Dumbledore got up and followed Filch as he ran out of great hall.
The great hall was silent a minute and the next minute it was blasted with murmurs and students forming stories and speculations about what might have happened. This was certainly not something usually done and therefore a big thing for Hogwarts gossip mills.
Alan grinned showing his pale yellow teeth "There's no one to save you Malfoy. You sure you aren't feeling scared?"
"I don't need anyone to save me Potty. I can take half-blood idiots like you any day I want." Malfoy sneered but in reality he was indeed feeling scared. His uncle Snape was the only one to protect him since he couldn't find five of the strongest members from the Dark Council. He knew they were planning something big last night but did they succeed? He could only guess. And now whatever news that idiot Filch brought forced his Uncle to leave him all alone.
"Oh yeah? Just like the time you tricked us in your midnight-"
"ALAN!" Weasley shouted and shook his head in a 'no' movement to tell the redhead Potter to keep his mouth shut.
Malfoy smirked "Got something to say Potty?" He drawled out before turning towards Harry, who had tuned both of them out and was busy with his plate full of warm omelet and a glass full of milk.
"May I know why are you eating an omelet when I am here talking to you?" Anger could be sensed from Malfoy's tone but it didn't have any effect on Harry. Malfoy pursed his lips and signalled Crabbe to turn Harry again.
Harry felt someone grab the back of his shirt collar second time this day. Harry shook his head in disappointment 'Just why couldn't idiots understand the language of tongue?' In a moment's notice, Harry reached behind his back and grabbed the fat appendage clinging to his collar, he trailed his hand between ring finger and little finger down till the wrist and pressed the points two times within a centimetre distance from each other.
Just as Harry did this, he felt that hand leave his collar and moments later a deep gurgling scream echoed down the great hall. Harry turned his head slowly mentally congratulating himself for a gift well delivered to see the trembling form of one Draco Lucius Malfoy looking with saucer wide eyes at Vincent Crabbe's writhing form on ground as the said boy howled in agony crying for maybe second time in his life holding his slack right hand. First time was when he was born.
"Told you, I don't like being forced to do something." They knew who he was speaking to and so everyone kept silent as they prepared for what was about to come. Terry and Su even went as far as to grab their wands, in case it came handy?
"What have you done to Crabbe, Potter?" Malfoy growled as he twirled his wand itching to use it on the emotionless boy sitting right in front of him.
"Just taught him something his living mother was unable to." Harry shot back as calmly as he could, he still remembered Malfoy's 'mother' comment, even though it wasn't meant for him, he did say that to his mother.
" ... " Malfoy growled again bringing his wand between Harry's eyes, inches away from his face. This was meant to look threatening but to Malfoy's surprise, Harry smirked.
"Poor little Malfoy" Harry began in an innocent voice, "Not knowing how games are played and claiming himself to be the biggest player alive." He shook his head in mock pity before speaking again "Say Malfoy, why do you think I didn't subdue you the moment you opened your mouth? Let me tell you why." He leaned back a bit, completely assured that he was having the blonde idiot's full attention.
"Because I knew that would come off as me attacking you, and I for sure won't want that. But, if its you who attacked me first then I can easily subdue you and claim that it happened in pure self-defense." Harry's smirk widened simultaneously with Malfoy's eyes, he knew his words were having a profound impact on the blonde idiot.
Harry inched forward towards the Hawthorn wood wand that was now trembling a bit "So go ahead boy, shoot me. I promise you, the reaction you receive will be ten times worse." Harry whispered the last so that only his closest ones could hear, namely Susan Bones who gasped from his right side and Terry Boot who looked at Harry with a bit of both astonishment and fear.
Malfoy contemplated his option and knew that what Harry said was definitely correct. Therefore...although quite grudgingly, he did remove his wand from its previous position and turned to look at his audience which included the entirety of the great hall, coincidentally his five elder supporters who helped him maintain his rule in Slytherin and his uncle Snape were not in this crowd. He then turned towards the still whimpering Slytherin boy "Stop crying like a girl, Crabbe. We are here for more important matters. Goyle will take you to Pomfrey later."
The self-assumed Slytherin prince then turned towards Harry and sniffed in minute disgust "You are more useful to me than Crabbe, this is the only reason I am not telling this to my father leading to your expulsion from Hogwarts. This is your last chance Potter, join me and we can rule Hogwarts together." He said smirking before looking at Terry and Tracey with disgust "I am even willing to ignore your previous mistakes." He said and pushing his wand back inside, and forwarded his hand again for a good ol' handshake.
This time Harry didn't take time to answer for he was afraid that THE Alandale Potter will butt his extra smelly head again leading to a not so friendly situation. "Malfoy, are you always this idiot or is this some hidden talent of yours?" Harry said as snidely as plausible.
"What?"
"Let's start with the beginning shall we?" Harry began and leaned back a bit to get comfortable, for he knew this might be his first and hopefully last long talk with the Malfoy heir.
"House Malfoy, a house that originated about 400 years ago in French colonies. your first witch was a muggleborn about whom no one knows." Harry saw Malfoy's face tint a bit pink "Not possible. You are lying through your teeth Potter!"
"Lying? Dear me Draco, and here I thought you would have given some of your useless time on Earth in reading the Malfoy family public records available at Ministère de la Magie. One of your forefathers, namely Armand Malfoy did a fraud with the French government resulting in your family being cursed with the UnViecurse also giving you your current surname 'Malfoy' which can be further divided into two French words Mal and Foi which depicts your changing faith, bad changing faith actually."
Harry chanced a glance around himself, only to find each and every eye on him as everyone was literally drinking his words, this was why he never spoke much but he had started it and so it was his duty to finish today's assembly, "This also forced you towards British isles under the guidance of Mr. Septimus Malfoy about 250 years ago." He finished with finality in his words and grinned as he saw Malfoy's pink turn slowly into red.
"You don't know what you are saying Potter. My father will hear all about this. Then we will see where that smirk vanishes." Malfoy growled and was about to turn when Harry's voice stopped him "Won't you hear what I think of your offer Malfoy?" Malfoy didn't say a word but Harry knew he did stop to hear it 'Idiot boy'
"It was in 1860s that Mr. Septimus Malfoy caught the then Lord Arthemius Weasley redhanded giving Wizengamot secrets to Italy and Spain. Giving rise to the Weasley-Malfoy blood feud, The Weasleys were stripped off their lands and titles while the Malfoys were given all of that making them recieve the title of a noble house making Lord Septimus Malfoy the first of his kind." Harry knew his words hit home when he saw Weasley go red, he chanced a look towards the other Weasleys. Thankfully they were quite far away, though he knew they will know about it by end of the day.
"So, as I was saying Malfoy, there's a slight correction. House Malfoy is noble, yes. But an Ancient house? Go clean your messed up brain." Harry said and sniffed trying to get the reaction he needed from the Malfoy heir. He felt someone grab his right hand and turned a bit to see Susan shaking her head in a 'No' movement. He squeezed her hand back and looked at Malfoy with disgust in his green eyes.
"I am warning you Potter, you are treading in dangerous waters now. This will NEVER end beneficially for you as neither it did your parents." From Malfoy's tone, Harry knew he was close to getting the reaction he wanted.
"Empty threats Draco, we both know you can't do a thing here. So, as I was saying, the first thing you said was 'Here I thought you couldn't fall anymore' here its clear you meant my current friend circle, which includes Heiresses of the Ancient and Most Noble houses of Abott and Li, Heiress presumptive of the Noble house of Davis and Heiress of the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Bones. You claimed them as weaklings Malfoy. Do you really think you could get away with that? Despite the fact that they are way much better than you in classes with older house magics coursing rapidly through their veins."
Harry saw Malfoy's eyes widen as the situation's raw weight settled on his wobbly shoulders. "We are the Most Ancient and Most Noble houses Malfoy, living in the British soil since 500 AD, we were shaping the world when your Ancestors were busy mating goats on the French countryside." Harry said and got up from his seat, he looked much more intimidating as he stood a head taller than Malfoy giving the cold jade glare of death, he saw Draco's face redden in anger and his hand move back towards where his wand was tucked in. 'Excellent, just what I wanted'
"Ah-ah Draco. Don't you dare do that. You need supporters in the courtroom Malfoy. Think how many can confess in your favour?"Harry was whispering but he made sure that Malfoy heard each and everything clearly "Choose your friends carefully Malfoy and your enemies even more so." He said and turned towards the great hall's wooden doors. He spread his magical sensor sheet to monitor what Malfoy was doing and kept his hand on his wand, just in case it came handy?
Harry stopped at the door's threshold and turned to see whole of the great hall looking at him with saucer wide eyes. He completely ignored those idiot gossip machines and said quite loudly so that the entirety of great hall heard what he said "And if having living mothers means having failure sons like you, I am more than happy to have a dead mother who still taught me how to value things in life." This was the last thing he said before vanishing out of the large doors leaving each and every one inside gobsmacked with his statements.
Harry had just gone a few meters from the door when all of a sudden he was ambushed by a group of overexcited teenagers he called friends.
"That was just...just...WOW Harry!" Terry exclaimed as he patted Harry's back.
"Yeah Harry, you completely stripped Malfoy off his skin. I am very sure he won't disturb us now." Su was giddy with excitement as she sandwiched one of his hands amid hers. Susan immediately broke her away as she hugged Harry as tightly as she could "Although I don't like the way you dealt with it, I know you did it for us. And I am very much thankful for that." She gushed her affections and immediately took her place at his right.
"Harry?" Tracey called from behind them, he just quirked his left eyebrow in response. "Thank you for standing up for me Harry." She admitted smiling widely as he was the first person to stand for a halfblood Slytherin other than her friends "Though I so want to kill you because now, the prat supreme Draco Malfoy will keep on wailing about today's incident for the complete school year. Oh and you will have to be on guard now because idiot or not Draco Malfoy will not let go of this insult."
Harry internally sighed and nodded "I am prepared for it Tracey. I have had much worse than little boys with egoistical pompous fathers."
"It was quite an experience Harry, though I still don't know why were you goading Malfoy and telling him the result of his could-be actions at the same time?" Su asked him tilting her head a bit.
"Some ways to play the game Su." Harry told her but sighed when he recieved blank stares "There's a popular saying, 'Either you nourish a snake with everything you have or you kill it the moment you meet'. It's certainly not advisable to nourish a snake and beat it if you don't have it's fangs under control. I just did that, nourish Malfoy with future plans and beat it with goading him."
"But why?!" Hannah asked alarmed at seeing one of her friends take such a dangerous risk with Malfoy of all people.
"To tell that Snakelet who is controlling his fangs." There was something in Harry's voice that made them want to run away from him to the safest corners they could find and stay there till Hurricane Harry Potter finds it and obliterates it from existence.
They kept on talking between themselves before Susan spoke "By the way Harry, where did you get all that information about Malfoy Family?" She asked him cutely scrunching her face.
"Records from French Ministry of Magic." Harry almost dreaded the next question because he could wager and win a guess on what it was.
"And...why were you reading documents about House Malfoy from French Ministry of Magic?" Susan prodded him a bit on his right shoulder.
They waited for his response but he just shook his head in a 'No' movement and kept on moving, after all he had to be prepared for what was about to come.
.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was in one word, Destroyed. Literally, Utterly, fucking Completely Destroyed as he stood in room 4G with the entirety of his staff looking as aghast as himself at the devastating scene right in front of their eyes.
Five bodies!
Five bodies of Students!
Hanging upside down from the ceiling!
All of them were senior Slytherin boys and Heirs of Ancient and Noble houses.
Their Clothes, Skin and Flesh were torn at quite a few places.
Hairs singed, nails pulled and fingers twisted at odd angles.
Some bones poking out of their skin like spikes on a dragon while some were deliberately repaired wrong to cause pain.
Blood pooled beneath them with chunks of what looked like human flesh that was torn from their bodies.
Their chest area was completely bare and red with WE-ARE-RA-PIS-TS carved on it, blood seeped from the cuts here and there turning the whole scene out of some werewolves or vampire attacks escapee's memory.
And the most shocking thing, the five of them were still living.
"Al-Albus?" For the second time in his life Severus Snape had lost his mask and was seen stuttering but everyone was too busy with more important matters to care for someone as good hearted as Snape.
"We need to pull them down and take them to the Infirmary first."
'I need to see if this is all that they have suffered or did their assailant do something more?' Dumbledore was sure there HAD to be something more because he won't let the boys live if it wasn't the case.
"They have been cursed." Pomfrey announced to them as emotionlessly as she could, hiding behind her meager as compared to Dumbledore occlumency barriers. It was necessary because if she hadn't enforced her barriers she might as well have been a wailing mess right now.
Dumbledore loved being right. He was after all the leader of the light, working day and night, for greater good with all his might. And so, he loved being right.
But right now he hated himself for that. For being right that is, Not for the leader of Light part, it was His position, no one could hold it better than him. But coming back to current matters. "Were you able to discover which one was used?" Hopefully its not as bad as his gut instincts were making it to be? Hopefully.
Pomfrey nodded and sighed deeply, eighty years of service and this was the first time she witnessed the return of this particular curse "The Viastíscurse...from 1600s."
Shocked gasps came from the ones who knew about it, some of them bowed their heads in shame. Shame coursing through their veins, shaming themselves for letting five of their students just go to the doors of death.
"What happened Albus? Can't we perform the counter curse? Some ritual? Anything to get rid of this curse?" The deputy headmistress asked the only person she ever looked forward to and watching him look a hundred years older all of a sudden was not calming her heart.
"Viastíscurse Minerva" Flitwick began "Was developed by the Tmíma Mystiríon or the Greek counterpart of the Department of Mysteries in the early 1600s for punishing the rapists in the country. It enhanced the level of sexual hormones coursing through your body every day, doubling the rate, making the victim crawl for intercourse or simple relief, at the same time this curse numbed down all the sensory nerves in their reproductive organs and disturbed the muscles making erection and indirectly ejaculation impossible."
"The victim suffered this as long as they could and tried to get sexual relief via anyway possible before being killed by the society for their behaviour or committing suicide." The dwarf professor shook his head sadly and looked down.
"This was a government sanctioned curse so, no counter curse was developed. Only the punishment department holders were taught how to cast it and then were obliviated. But overtime, its use declined because of its harshness and slowly by the 1800s people forgot about the curse. This is actually the first time that I am seeing this curse in person." Flitwick told her and went back to staring at the floor.
It was probably minutes later but felt like an eternity stretched in the cold hospital room before McGonagall turned back towards the headmaster
"Albus? Who could bring such a horrible fate upon five teenage boys?"
Dumbledore sighed and spoke gravely "That's what I am trying to find Minerva." 'Also, what to say to their parents...' Because he knew, that very soon he will have a full Wizengamot to answer to, each of them having a question worse than their predecessor.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Ending Note- There you have it fellas, eighth chapter of 'Silence of the Winters'. Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Please tell me. I am eager to hear your views on the punishment I gave. Is it too harsh? Is it too lenient? Or is it just the punishment they rightfully deserve? Please review.
Hope I am keeping up with the level of proficiency you want from me. I am up for any queries or suggestions you have regarding anything in my story. Just shoot a PM and you will be answered with 24 hrs.
Oh and can I expect at least 65 Reviews? (Puppy Dog face) It is not a big deal but would help me with my motivation and will to keep giving you better content. A simple 'Good work Dev' is enough for me.
Thanking you for reading my story!
Regards,
Dev Black
Devildestroyer, Beta for SoTW:- Read my fic, Chronicles of Harry Potter. The first 4 chapters are cliché, but by the time 17 rolls around, I have completely disabused anyone of the notion that this is a cliché fanfic.
At least I hope so.