Imprisoned in the Past

Peverell Beach House, 7/31/1982, 21:42

Today had been a strange day, he had attended his younger self's second birthday party. There were quite a few other toddlers in attendance besides Draco Malfoy, Amelia had brought her niece Susan, Narcissa had brought Roxanne Greengrass and her daughter Daphne along.

Harry had mixed feelings about this as he remembered killing the adult Daphne not long before he was sent to this timeline, and he couldn't reconcile the cute little blonde toddler with the cold calculating woman she had become in his future.

Little Harry and Daphne seemed to get along very well and were both taking turns on the toy broomstick while Draco and Susan who were not as rambunctious were playing with blocks on the floor.

Andromeda was also there with an excitable Tonks who seemed to enjoy being the oldest and bossing the toddlers around, it got even funnier when the toddlers would no longer stand for their oppressor and began throwing birthday cake at her when she tried to demand little Susan fork over her ice cream.

The only other thing of note about the party was when Narcissa took him aside and informed him that the ritual would most likely work though she still wanted him to retrieve the grimoire as a backup plan.

Harry was eager to get the kidnapping over with, he had already decided that he would make his move tomorrow night. He had been making preparations for the assault on Lestrange manor all week, he had even gone so far as to have Sirius authorize a portkey that would transport Lord Lestrange into the cellar dungeon of Grimmauld place.

"You look lost in thought," Bellatrix said as she took a seat beside him on the porch couch.

"I was thinking about the party, Narcissa informed me that the ritual would probably work," Harry explained as he looked out over the ocean.

"So you're going to kidnap the old bastard?" Bellatrix asked curiously.

"Yes, I have to interrogate him first though so I know where to find the Grimoire," Harry explained.

"Oh, I already know where he keeps it," Bellatrix said excitedly.

"I thought you hardly ever visited?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I didn't but when Rudy was courting me he snuck me into the manor to show me his families grimoire in an attempt to impress me enough to get into my knickers," Bellatrix said with a scowl.

"I take it he was unsuccessful?" Harry asked in amusement.

"Yes, I laid with him once on our wedding night to fulfil the terms of the contract, and it was very...disappointing," Bellatrix said flatly.

"Oh, so where is the grimoire?" Harry asked getting back on task as the current subject was stirring up pangs of jealousy in him.

"I'll tell you but I want something in return," Bellatrix said with a smirk.

"What?" Hary asked curiously.

"I'll tell you later, do we have a deal?," Bellatrix asked.

"Okay, we have a deal," Harry said hoping he would like whatever it was she wanted.

"Okay then, the Grimoire is hidden behind a portrait of Leta LeStrange that hangs in the main library on the second floor and the passphrase is 'Corvus'," Bellatrix explained as she lay her head on his shoulder and snuggled into him.

"Am I going to like my part in or bargain?" Harry asked curiously.

"If you cooperate, you will," Bellatrix answered softly.

'Great, now this is going to drive me crazy, Harry thought as Bellatrix started to snore softly her breath tickling his neck.

Peverell Beach House, Cornwall, 8/1/1982, 11:17

Harry was sitting on the porch, it was more of a covered deck with couches arranged around so one could watch the ocean or simply come out here to read which was what Harry was currently doing.

He had found a lovely book on Transfiguration in the small library that came with the house and was currently engrossed in a chapter on useful Transfiguration spells for duelling

He had been trying all morning to get an answer out of Bellatrix as to what she wanted but had failed miserably, she seemed to enjoy keeping him in suspense.

She had left about thirty minutes ago saying she needed to go to Grimmauld place to look through the library, though Harry was pretty sure it was because he wouldn't stop pestering her.

His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion coming from the house and he shut his book before going inside to investigate.

Upon entering the sitting-room he found Tonks in a heap in front of the fireplace and a large amount of toys scattered all over the floor, it looked as if she had tried to step through the floo with an armload of toys and lost her balance when the flloo network spit her out.

"What on earth is all of this?" Harry asked indicating the action figures strewn all over the floor.

"I'm running away from home, so I brought my stuff," Tonks explained as she got to her feet.

"You what?" Harry asked tiredly.

"I'm running away, mum was trying to make me wear a dress," Tonks exclaimed.

"That's no reason to run away, anyway you can't stay here it's the first place she'll look," Harry argued.

"Nu-uh I whispered the floo address so she couldn't hear me, she'll never find me here," Tonks said confidently.

"I hope you're wrong," Harry muttered.

"Can we go down and play at the beach, it's sunny today," Tonks asked changing the subject.

"Yeah as soon as you clean up this mess," Harry said as he conjured a metal pail and went into the kitchen.

Harry had achieved a small victory with Bella a month ago when he had tricked her into drinking a coke, this resulted in her allowing him to stock the fridge with cans of the delicious beverage.

Harry took out six cans and place them in the bucket before conjuring a large number of ice cubes on top of them.

When Harry came back into the sitting room he found Tonks piling all of her toys onto an armchair.

"Alright let's go,' Harry said leading her out of the house and down a set of steps to the beach below.

Harry was awakened as cold saltwater was thrown over him, Harry sputtered and rolled off of the lounge chair he had been sleeping on, and landed on the warm sand of his private beach.

He immediately heard high pitched giggling and turned to see a soaking wet Tonks laughing hysterically still holding the plastic pail she had used to rudely wake him up.

Harry glanced at his watch and realized it had been a couple of hours since Tonks arrived and still no Andy, the pieces were starting to fall into place.

Harry returned his attention to Tonks who was still laughing at him, Harry slowly got to his feet and causally drew his wand before saying, " Aquamenti frigis' and directing the jet of ice cold water at the source of his rude awakening.

"EEEEP!" Tonks shrieked when the jet of ice cold water hit her and she took off sprinting towards the ocean, Harry took chase hitting her multiple times with the stream of water before she reached the ocean and Harry cancelled the spell.

"Why are you chasing my daughter into the sea?" Andromeda's voice asked amusedly.

"She woke me from a nap... with a bucket of cold water," Harry defended seeing Andromeda approaching him from the house.

"Oh, did she tell you that she is running away?" Andromeda asked as she waved her wand over herself and transfigured her summer dress into a one piece bathing suit.

"Yes, though I had assumed you would have shown up hours ago to pick her up," Harry said pointedly as he walked back to his lounge chair.

"I got a bit distracted," Andy said as she conjured her own lounge chair and lay down before conjuring a set of sunglasses and putting them on.

"Distracted by what?" Harry asked suspiciously as he took a seat and reclined back.

"My soaps," Andromeda said matter of factly.

"I knew it, you just wanted her out of your hair for a few hours!" Harry exclaimed.

"I would never do such an awful thing to my future brother in law," Andromeda said very unconvincingly.

"Right," Harry said knowing that arguing further would be pointless.

"I don't suppose I could get you to rub some lotion on my back?" Andromeda asked hopefully.

"No, he will not be doing that, you have your own little mudblood love slave to do that for you," Bellatrix's annoyed voice cut in from behind them before Harry could politely decline.

"Oh yah my bigotted sister has returned," Andromeda said sarcastically.

"Yes, I'm back and just in time, it would seem," Bellatrix said as she took out her wand and transfigured her robe into a bikini before taking a seat on the edge of Harry's lounge chair.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Andromeda replied innocently.

Yes, you do, you and Cissa were always trying to play with my toys," Bella exclaimed.

"I am a married woman," Andromeda argued her cheeks turning pink.

"Yes, I've seen your husband he's starting to let himself go," Bellatrix shot back.

"I think I'll go and get ready for tonight," Harry said before making a retreat from the arguing siblings.

Bellatrix quickly took over his lounge chair and conjured her own sunglasses and pit them on, Harry had to admit she looked amazing in that bikini, Harry took a minute to admire her long tan legs before turning and heading towards the house while the sisters continued to argue in the background.

Harry made his way inside and headed towards his room, before pulling off his wet swim trunks and puting on a fresh pair of jeans and a tee-shirt before heading back down to the sitting room and laying down on the couch.

He already had everything he would need for his visit to LeStrange manor in the pockets of his unspeakable robes so all he needed to do was relax until it was time to leave.

'Whoosh'

The fireplace turned green and Narcissa stepped out of the flame holding Draco in her arms.

"Good afternoon Harry," Narcissa said primly.

"Hello, Cissa how are you?" Harry asked politely.

"I am quite well, I decided it was time I took Draco to the beach," Narcissa explained fondly.

"Oh, thats nice," Harry said eyeing the blond toddler.

"Am I interrupting your nap?" Narcissa asked noticing his current position on the couch.

"No, I just layed down I will probably be out late tonight and want to be rested," Harry explained.

"Where is Bellatrix?" Narcissa asked shifting Draco around in her arms so he could look around the room.

"Down at the beach with Andromeda, they were arguing when I left," Harry said with a shake of his head.

"What are they arguing about?" Narcissa asked curiously as Draco spotted the chair full of toys and started squirming in her arms.

"Mum, me want down!" Draco exclaimed pointing at the chair with all of Tonks' toys in it.

"Hush baby we are about to go down to the beach and play," Narcissa cooed before looking at Harry expectantly waiting for an answer.

"Andromeda wanted me to rub lotion on her back and Bellatrix took offence," Harry said tiredly.

"Oh dear, I had better get down there before wands get drawn, I'll leave you to your rest. Are you still planning to complete the task tonight?" Narcissa asked curiously.

"Yes," Harry said simply closing his eyes.

"Well I hope everything goes to plan, please keep me informed," Narcissa said before taking her leave.

'Ugh, these Black sisters are going to be the death of me," Harry thought wryly as he started to dose off.

Lestrange Manor, Near Leeds, 8/3/1982, 03:45

Harry had been sitting here for the past two hours now and he was finally ready to put his plan into motion.

The outer wards were very strong, but by using Bellatrix's wedding ring which was keyed into the wards, he was easily able to walk through them as if they weren't even there.

Harry took a minute to look over the manor house as he slowly crept up the driveway towards the front door. The manor looked positively creepy, the walls were made of black stone and had many spires sticking out of the roof, the styling was almost gothic with the ornate decorated stained glass windows on either side of the large entry doors.

Harry made his way towards the door and touched the ring to it, smiling when he heard the door's lock click on open slightly, Harry gently pushed the door open with the toe of his boot and stepped into the manors entry hall.

He knew from his observations that Lord LeStrange's bedroom was on the second floor, so he crept towards the staircase and made his way silently towards his target.

After ascending the stairs to the second floor he cast an underpowered "homenium Revelio" and located where LeStrange was sleeping before cancelling the spell.

Harry crept down the hallway silencing the portraits as he walked, and staying on guard for any unexpected defences.

Harry heard a 'pop' behind him and spun around casting a silent stunner on instinct, the spell struck a tiny badly bruised and bandaged house directly in the chest causing the poor creature to collapse in a heap on the floor.

Harry felt a little bad about stunning her, the poor elf reminded him of Dobby when he met him in his second year with her grubby pillowcase she wore as a dress and the numerous injuries on her face and hands.

Shaking his head, Harry got back on task and continued on his way to the master bedroom.

The portraits here were so old they didn't even move in their frames, Harry crept to the bedroom door and turned the handle with his gloved hand and gently pushed it open his wand already pointing inside the room in case LeStrange was already alerted to his presence.

Harry stepped into the darkroom, the only light coming from the moonlight shining in through the window. This still gave him enough light to make out the outline of his target in the bed, the man's loud snores putting him at ease that he would not have to forcefully subdue the man.

Harry continued creeping into the room until he stood by the edge of the two feet away from the man before he cast a non-verbal stunning spell striking Randolph directly in the face.

With Another flick of his wrist, he bound LeStrange in ropes, before casting lumos spell before leaming over the bound and unconscious lord, finally, he took out a foot-long piece of rope and wrapped it around the wrist of the hand his lord's ring was on and draped one end of the rope so it was touching the ring before stepping back and saying, "Prisoner."

The manor was protected by powerful transportation wards preventing portkey travel in and out of the property, the only exception to this was that the lord of the house could use a portkey provided the portkey was touching their lord's ring.

Harry watched as LeStrange disappeared in a flash of blue light and grinned in triumph, now he just had to locate the grimoire and he could take his leave.

Harry made his way down the hall to the other side of the manor where Bellatrix had told him the library was, it wasn't hard to find as the library had no doors and he could see tall bookshelves filling the darkened room.

Harry stepped into the room and flicked his wand lighting the gas lamps bathing the room in a soft yellow glow.

Once he could see into the room it was easy to find his portrait as it was the only one in the room.

"Who are you?" The dark haired woman in the painting asked looking confused.

"You can call me, Reaper, and I am here to retrieve your families grimoire," Harry explained politely.

"Why do you want my families grimoire?" Leta's portrait asked suspiciously.

"To break a four-century old blood curse your family placed on another line, Corvus," Harry said making the portrait swing forward revealing a tiny compartment that contained a small leather-bound book.

"There is only one way to break the curse on the Greengrass line, you have to end the LeStrange line," Leta said sadly.

"There is only one left," Harry pointed out as he reached in and scooped the grimoire out looking it over before tucking it under his arm.

"I know, it saddens me to hear my once great family has been whittled down to just my pig of a cousin," Leta said sadly.

"I am truly sorry to distress you, my lady," Harry said as he turned on the spot and left the library the LeStrange family grimoire tucked under his arm.

"Good luck, Reaper," Leta called after him.

The walk through the manor didn't take that long and he soon stepped out into the cool night air, Harry raised his wand and cast a patronus that he sent to Narcissa with a single word message, "success."

After he saw his serpent patronus slither off through the air, he continued his trek towards the property lines intent on getting to Grimmauld place to check on the state of his prisoner.

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London, 8/3/1982, 05:00

Harry stepped through the front door and was immediately set upon by Narcissa who was dressed on a tiny nightgown.

"Did you get the grimoire?" Narcissa asked as soon as he stepped through the door.

"Yes," Harry said as he passed her the leather-bound book and then shrugged off his grey robes.

"Excellent, and lord LeStrange?" Narcissa asked distractedly as she looked over the book critically.

"He's unconscious and bound in the dungeon downstairs," Harry said looking pointedly over her head so as not to ogle her legs which were on full display.

"Good, we had planned to perform the ritual here in our ritual room," Narcissa said approvingly.

"Alright, I just came here to check him for any hidden weapons and whatnot, you're welcome to join me," Harry said as he started walking towards the basement kitchen.

Once they entered the kitchen Harry walked over and over and opened the door to the pantry and pressed his finger into a discoloured spot on the wall between the third and fourth shelves and stepped back a few paces.

The pantry wall and all swung forward revealing a steep narrow staircase leading downwards into pitch darkness.

"Ladies first," Harry said letting Narcissa go first, Harry noticed her wince as she stepped onto the stone step with her barefoot.

"Are you okay," Harry asked as he followed her down the steps.

"Yes I'm fine, the floor is just cold," Narcissa explained as she stepped off of the staircase and walked towards the barred cell where Randolph LeStrange's unconscious body lay on the floor.

"Maybe you should have gotten dressed before coming here," Harry said matter of factly as he opened the cell and began running his wand over the unconscious man.

"Yes, I realise that now, but I was very curious as to what your vague message meant," Narcissa said primly as she started etching runes into LeStrange's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he watched her brand the runes into the man's skin.

"These runes will bind his magic temporarily so he won't be able to transform into an animagus form if he has one," Narcissa explained as she finished the last rune.

"Alright, he's clean let's get out of here I want to get some sleep and you need to put some close on," Harry said as he led her up the stairs where Bellatrix was waiting for him in the kitchen.

"What on earth are you wearing, Cissa?" Bella exclaimed as soon as she saw her sister in her skimpy nightgown.

"I was in a hurry" Narcissa defended as she pointed her wand at herself transfiguring her nightgown into a set of work robes.

"Were you successful?" Bella asked ked looking at Harry.

"Yes, we were just coming up from checking on him," Harry said as he took a seat at the table

"Good, I was hoping you weren't diddling my little sister down there," Bellatrix said as breakfast appeared on the table in front of them her cheeks had turned a rosy shade of pink.

"Bellatrix!" Narcissa exclaimed looking scandalized.

"Nothing untoward happened," Harry assured her as he tucked into his breakfast.

"That's for the best or Bella might have to clip them off," Bellatrix said in her little girl voice.

Harry shivered at the thought and looked at Bellatrix warily.

"When are you going to perform the ritual?" Harry asked hoping desperately to change the subject.

"Tomorrow night on the full moon," Narcissa answered as she tucked into her eggs Benedict.

"I think I'll come over to watch the ritual," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Very well, you will get the chance to meet Jonathan Greengrass as he will be the other subject of the ritual," Narcissa said between bites of her eggs.

"Did you have any problems with Randolph?" Bellatrix asked curiously.

"Other than his house elf almost getting the drop on me, no," Harry answered as he speared a mushroom on his fork.

"You didn't kill the poor thing dis you?" Narcissa asked worriedly.

"No, I just stunned her," Harry assured her.

"Cissa has always had a soft spot for the elves," Bellatrix explained.

"I like elves well enough myself, Randolph's elf was in terrible shape I suspect she'll be pleased to be shot of the old bastard," Harry said with a shake of his head.

"Lucius was the same way with Dobby," Narcissa admitted.

"Believe me I was well acquainted with Dobby in my timeline, I actually tricked Lucius into freeing him, and he even saved me from Bellatrix towards the end of the war," Harry said.

"So you and Bellatrix had interactions in your time?" Narcissa asked curiously.

"Yes," Harry said simply.

"But from what I've seen of his memories our interactions are much better now," Bellatrix said with a smirk.

"Definitel," Harry agreed.

They sat there and finished their meal before Narcissa excused herself to get back to the manor and check on Draco leaving Harry and Bella alone in the kitchen.

"Did you enjoy the show Narcissa put on for you this morning?" Bellatrix asked sweetly after her sister had disappeared through the floo.

"I didn't pay much attention, to be honest, I already have the Black sister I want," Harry said seriously.

Bella looked into his eyes a moment before her features softened, and she stood up.

"Come let's go home and get you to bed," Bellatrix said offering him her hand.

Harry took her hand gratefully and allowed her to lead him to the fireplace where they both flooed home.

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London8/4/1982, 21:47

Harry stood to the side of the vast ritual room in the sub-basement of Grimmauld Place. The room was a massive circular stone room with a three foot diameter hole in the ceiling that let the moonlight shine in on the centre of the room.

In the centre of the room two men were in the kneeling position, one was a grey haired old man whose arms were bound behind his back, glowing red runes had been drawn all over his naked body and he was struggling futilely against an invisible magical force holding him in place.

The other man looked to be around Harry's age, he was blond, powerfully built, and tall.

He was also covered in glowing runes though the ones drawn on him were a vibrant blue. The Blond man was also nude but unlike Randolph LeStrange he was unbound and had his head raised high looking quite pleased to be taking part in this ritual.

Both men were bathed in the moonlight shining down into the centre of the room, as Narcissa, Andromeda, and Roxanne Greengrass chanted in a language Harry had never heard before, their feminine voices speaking in unison and echoing off the walls in an eerie crescendo

On the floor was a twenty-foot wide spiral of runes drawn in the same red and blue ink used to draw the runes on the two men, the spiral stopped in the middle leaving just enough room for the two men to kneel inside the runic array.

The ritual was in the final stage and it was almost time for Harry to perform the task Narcissa had assigned him when he arrived here this evening.

Harry could feel the magic in the air it was almost palpable, the runes drawn on the floor seemed to float upwards, they floated to where they were almost touching the ceiling maintaining their spiral shape before lighting up brightly. They began to spin, slowly at first but soon they spun so fast that the blue and red runes blurred to look like a glowing purple vortex with the moonlit hole in the ceiling at its centre.

The three women started chanting faster and faster their voices echoing loudly in the stone room.

Harry gripped the Greengrass ceremonial dagger Lord Greengrass had entrusted him with and approached the two kneeling men coming up behind Lord LeStrange whose eyes shone with fear, Harry brought the black obsidian blade to the left side of Randolph's neck and waited patiently for his cue.

The three ladies chant came to a sudden stop before Lady Greengrass stepped forward and recited the final incantation in the ritual, her voice echoing throughout the room.

"We sacrifice, the one who cursed our line.

Break the curse while the full moon shines.

Blood for blood.

A line for a line.

He is the last, we offer his life.

The curse ends here, on our family knife!

This was his cue, when Roxanne finished the final words of the ritual, Harry slashed the razor sharp blade across Randolph's throat.

Blood started gushing out of his neck, Randolph fell forward against Jonathan Greengrass covering the other man in his blood and gurgling pitifully into his chest.

Harry quickly placed the knife on the floor between the two men and retreated to his place on the edge of the ritual room.

The swirling purple vortex descended from the ceiling and surrounded the two kneeling men, the vortex contorted its shape into a massive sphere that lit up the room in blinding purple light so bright it completely obscured the men from view.

The room started shaking and a high pitched squeal emanated from inside the sphere, after a moment the sound died down and thin white tendrils of magic started shooting off of the sphere's surface zooming through the walls in random directions, one tendril shot off of the sphere and slammed into Roxanne's stomach causing her to gasp in surprise and drop to her knees looking lightheaded.

After a few minutes, the light seemed to dim gradually until it slowly faded away completely, leaving Jonathan Greengrass kneeling in the centre of the room bathed in moonlight from the window above, the Runes that were drawn on his body were gone now and he looked to be barely conscious.

Randolph LeStrange's body had been reduced to nothing more than a large pile of ash on the floor, the Ritual having consumed him as a sacrifice.

Roxanne shakily got to her feet and stumbled over to her husband checking him over before helping him stumble to his feet and led him towards the door, the couple stopped in front of Harry and Lord Greengrass spoke weakly, " Th-thank you Mr Peverell, the house of Greengrass is forever in your debt."

Harry bowed his head in acknowledgement before replying, "I am glad to have helped, take care of your family Lord Greengrass."

Nodding in thanks Roxanne led her husband slowly up the stairs, they would be staying in one of the guest rooms tonight as Lord Greengrass was too weak to travel.

"Well done Harry," Narcissa said pulling him from his musings.

"Thanks, that was my first ritual," Harry admitted as Andromeda approached from the other side of the room.

"What a coincidence that was my first human sacrifice," Andromeda said dryly.

"Thank you for doing this Andromeda, Bella couldn't memorize the chant," Harry said gratefully.

"I know, she never did like memorizing things," Andromeda said fondly.

"Alright, I have to get some clothes on," Harry said.

The ritual robes they wore were very thin and made from acromantula silk, they were long-sleeved and went down to their ankles, they were partially transparent though and Harry had made a point not to glance downward for fear of incurring Bella's wrath.

They were not permitted to wear shoes and the cold floor was starting to hurt his feet so he was dying to get some proper clothes on again.

"That's a shame," Narcissa said sadly as she led them up the staircase and into the dungeon before ascending the staircase that lead to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, as Narcissa was leading them to the kitchen, he couldn't completely avoid catching glimpses of her well formed posterior as they climbed the stairs.

Bellatrix was sitting at the table with Roxanne who had changed out of her ceremonial robes and was sipping on a cup of tea.

Roxanne was the spitting image of her oldest daughter from the future, she was tall and willowy with honey blond hair and piercing blue eyes, she had high cheekbones and full pouty lips, the only difference he could see was Roxanne had a kind warm smile on her lips while the daphne he remembered was cold and emotionless.

"How is Jonathan?" Narcissa asked when she saw her friend.

"Sleeping, he's suffering from magical exhaustion so he will be out for a few days," Roxanne said worriedly.

"I'm going to go get dressed," Harry said before making his way to a sitting room where he had changed earlier.

Harry stepped into the kitchen ten minutes later fully dressed, to find the four women talking over tea.

"So how do we know if the ritual was successful?" Harry asked as he took a seat.

"I will take a few samples of blood from some of the members of the Greengrass family to St. Mungos and have it tested for the malediction," Roxanne explained.

"I think we had better change Cissa," Andromeda said getting to her feet and waiting for Narcissa.

"Very well, though I was hoping to tease my future brother in law a bit more," Narcissa said dramatically as she followed her sister up the stairs.

"Those two," Bellatrix mumbled irritably.

"They're just doing it to annoy you," Harry assured her.

"Hmmm, I think we should take our leave, good night Roxanne," Bellatrix said as she rose to her feet.

Harry stood as well and turned to Roxanne, " It was a pleasure to meet you, Lady Greengrass, please send word through Narcissa when you get the results from the blood test."

"Thank you, Mr Peverell, the gold has already been deposited into your vault minus Narcissa's ten per cent," Roxanne said softly.

"Thank you, and you can call me Harry," Harry said before stepping into the floo.

Peverell Beach House, Cornwall, 8/5/1982, 21:45

Harry walked down the hall on the second floor wearing a set of auror robes he had procured from a second hand shop in Knockturn Alley, after doing some repairing charms and some creative transfiguration the red robes looked as good as new.

Harry finally made it to the room with the last door on the right that had a placard affixed to it which read.

Interrogation Room One

Harry pushed the door open and stepped into the room, the room was plain, with white walls, a white flat ceiling, and a plain stone floor.

There was a small rectangular table in the middle of the twelve foot by twelve foot room, it had a chair on either side of it. One of the chairs was occupied by a woman in death eater robes, her mask was on the table in front of her and her arms were bound behind her back.

"Good evening Ms Black, I am Auror Hardstaff and I will begin your interrogation after your strip search," Harry said in an official tone of voice.

"You can't undress me you filthy mudblood," the woman exclaimed sounding nervous.

Harry flicked his wand and her robes were ripped open revealing lacy undergarments she was wearing underneath.

"Oh my, you are a naughty little death eater, aren't you?" Harry asked as he walked behind her placing his hand on her shoulder.

What are you doing?" Bellatrix asked nervously.

Harry answered by lifting her by her arms and bending her over the table.

"You can',t do this, I'm a pureblood" Bellatrix protested as Herry lifted her robes exposing her bum clad in lacy panties.

"You're a criminal Ms Black, I can do what I wish with you," Harry said as he pulled her panties down to her thighs...

When Harry had made the deal with Bellatrix for information on the grimoire he never expected it would lead to this, but she was very specific in how she wanted this to go down.

Harry wasn't at all opposed to this particular role-play scenario, and judging by the dampness of her knickers neither was she.

Harry focused back on the present and continued to play his role as a dirty auror having his way with a naughty criminal.