Harry Potter TK: I

Harry Potter TK: Part I

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It was a bleak time to be a Hogwarts student in the September of 1997; the beloved Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore's tenure had ended violently, and in its place a tyrannical and oppressive regime arose, led by known Death Eaters, Severus Snape, rumoured to have murdered Dumbledore himself, and the Carrows siblings, well-known for their cruelty.  

Hogwarts had changed, and not necessarily for the better, though it may have depended on who you asked. Torture was now a regular event, the unforgivable curses had become common place and pure blood supremacy was the only accepted philosophy.

It was inevitable a rebellion would start. Young, frustrated, angry people could only be contained for so long, a lesson etched over and over in history. What began with Snape's ascension to Headmaster and ended with the Second Wizarding War started with something small, it started with a message.

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"Son of a Mudblood…" Amycus Carrow swore as he paced back and forth, "I do wish Alecto would hurry up, it's a teenager for Merlin's sake, how long could it possibly take?"

Amycus' first month of being a teacher at Hogwarts had been polarizing, to say the least. The Death Eater had admitted he had found himself a bit frustrated and bemused by the disgust shown by some of his younger students in his Dark Arts class, but he had noticed that as the lessons grew on, often around the fourth of fifth session after the more rebellion students had been disciplined, the students seem to grow more appreciative, or at least less visually repulsed. Had to be a numbing factor, he mused.
Speaking of numbing factors, at that point, his sister Alecto burst into his office, breathless and sweat glistening on her brow.

"Well? Was it her?" Amycus asked, handing his sister a small silver flask.
Alecto took a swig, and then shook her head. "Tried finite incantatem, wasn't her. She must have been the lookout."

"Lookout? Well that's something then, didn't you interrogate her?"

Alecto shot him a glare before throwing the flask at him, "What do you think I was doing the last half hour? Clipping my toenails?"

"Don't take your anger out on me, we're due to report to the Dark Lord and if-"

"-ugh, oh, I know!" Alecto cried out mid-sentence, hands clenched around her head in frustration.

"The girl was tough, and my mind kept getting jumbled up as I wondered what I was going to tell the Dark Lord, and we were out of veritaserum, and Snape was in a mood, and her family was powerful and I didn't want to overdo it and send her to St. Mungos, and…" she trailed off uncertainly, fear and frustration in her voice.

Amycus grasped his sister's hand and said sympathetically, "I know what you mean, sometimes when your heart's just not in it, you can't even Avada Kedavra a butterfly."

His sister gave a small smile, "Okay, I'm never that bad."

Amycus chuckled before turning serious, "Either way, what did you find out?"
"Not a lot, she didn't say much, even when I threatened ousting her whole family as blood traitors."

"The Bones family is well connected within the auror office, so she probably knew to call your bluff," Amycus sighed.

"We should bring it up when we give today's report, shouldn't we?" Alecto quivered, clearly uncomfortable with the idea.

"The Dark Lord always know when people lie to him," Amycus said thoughtfully, "But we don't have to outright lie, say we're taking care of it, in fact, say we're having a promising young Slytherin handle the interrogating for us."

"That's very good! Very good! Now all we need to do is find a promising young Slytherin willing to handle such matters… the sons of Death Eaters perhaps? Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle?"
"I sense we may need a more delicate refined approach for this, I've those two in action. Very brutal and effective, but not at all subtle."
"Who do you suggest, then?"

Amycus smiled, "This intriguing young lady sent me her resume yesterday and offered her services."

"Wow, she's practically overqualified, I've heard of some of Umbridge's work."

"I was waiting to hear you out before I asked her in, I take it you like the idea?"
Alecto shrugged, "Sure, and if it doesn't work out, we all blame her."

The two siblings both laughed at that, "Invite her in, Mr. Filch."

In swaggered a confident dark-haired witch that greeted them with a shrill voice.

"Good evening, Professors," Pansy Parkinson smiled.

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Unfortunately, if you weren't a pure blood or a Slytherin, Hogwarts was suddenly a very dangerous and dark place to be. Of course, there would be always be those who went against the system, just like are those who would…
Pansy Parkinson was an opportunist, and she liked to think what she was doing embodied the best of her house, perhaps just one shade lower than those who become Death Eaters, like Draco Malfoy.
She walked away from the Carrow's office to the dungeons where her trusted friends the spectacled Daphne Greengrass and the tall Millicent Bullstrode were waiting. The Carrows had briefed her briefly, as they had rushed off to do 'official Death Eater business'. They were probably lying and going to some tavern somewhere, but Pansy wasn't complaining. She had been given the opportunity to prove herself and she wasn't going to squander it.
She opened the door to the private interrogation chamber, and held the door as her schoolmates wheeled in a long wooden stockade. Susan Bones was still unconscious and transporting her into the stocks was simple. The wooden stockade, which had been the result of one month's work in Professor Carrow's new Dark Arts class cleverly combined the use of a mild silencing charm (which Pansy found made it easier on her sensitive eardrums), a simple binding charm, and charmed with diluted veritaserum that had been far easier to find that 'pure' veritaserum in the Nocture Alley black markets. The diluted veritaserum was the most important ingredient, it wasn't potent enough to make the victim spill out secrets, but it was able to ensure the one in the chair was unable to lie.
Pansy set down a hourglass as she watched her friends point their wands at the wood and shackles magically grow out around the helpless Hufflepuff's wrists and ankles, stretching the poor girl's body tight and taut.

"Good job, ladies," Pansy smiled, "let's wake her up, we have a schedule to keep. You can do the honours, Milly."

"Innervate," Millicent murmured, prodding the shackled girl's shoulder with her wand. Instantly the ginger haired girl's eyes began to flutter open, and Pansy hissed at Daphne for forgetting the blindfold which the Slytherin girl quickly procured and lashed around Susan's eyes.

"That never happened," Pansy whispered, before clearing her throat.

"Well, look what we have here, if it isn't, Susan Bones, listen, we're here to-"

"Shut up, I know what you are trying to do," Susan cut in fiercely, "and I know you guys are idiots, I hope you understand me, my friends, and my family are definitely going to get you back for this."

Pansy glared at the Hufflepuff for interrupting her rehearsed speech, before, glancing over, looking a bit confused at her friends for guidance.

"Oi, you are at out mercy, Hufflepuff girl, show you better show some respect if you don't want to eat your words," Milly said with a scowl.

Susan paused for a moment, "Millicent Bulstrode? You'll be happy to hear you're on my hit list too."

Daphne whispered to her friends, "I see why the Carrows called her a tough one."

"So the Carrows sent you? Thanks for the tip, Daphne Greengrass, always good to know who the collaborators are," Susan sneered, seemed being blindfolded had heightened the girl's hearing.

"I've had enough of that mouth of yours," Milly brandished her wand, "Crucio."

The curse jolted the defiant girl in mid-sentence, but a testament to her toughness she did not scream and merely yelped as the curse caught her by surprise.
Susan took a deep breath. "Is that the best you got? You should know my family trained me how to resist things like this. It's going to take more than this to get under my skin," she laughed arrogantly.
Pansy smiled evilly, she would have preferred less of a challenge on her first day, but she knew she would enjoy having this proud, proud girl beg her for mercy in maybe half an hour's time.

"Crucio wasn't actually what we had in mind, Susie Bones," Pansy said, wordlessly gesturing to her friends to get into position.

Susan kept noticeably silent as Pansy continued. "You were part of Dumbledore's Army, weren't you? I seem to recall you being introduced to some of the Inquisitional squad."

"Me and Milly were in Pansy's group, helping to entertain Granger and Chang and that group, but we heard from some of our friends how you did," Daphne said right in Susan's right ear. Pansy smiled as she strode over to Susan's feet, they had rehearsed this, and it seemed to be going rather well now despite the hiccup at the start. All three girls wiggled their fingers anticipatorily, as they waited for Milly to say the last line before they began.

"We heard, you were surprisingly… sensitive."

Pansy watch the young Hufflepuff shudder and twitch as both Daphne and Milly began stroking a single finger along her trapped body. The Slytherin girls chuckled as they saw the stubborn Hufflepuff try to fight the ticklish sensations, trying to resist the urge to laugh. Susan tried to saw her body from side to side, but to no avail she was bound too tightly, and with the blindfold around her eyes she had no way to predicting where an attack would come from next. Both Slytherins had started slow, but they began tickling more insistently now, trying to draw laughter out of the prideful girl.
Milly, who was on the left side, noticing how fully exposed Susan's underarms were, began by using just one fingernail to wiggle in, leading the girl to squirm with suppressed laughter. Daphne was at the redhead's right and was kneading her sides, making the Susan bounce up and down with every squeeze. It took all of Susan's willpower to clamp her mouth shut and resist the maddening sensations, but she was horribly ticklish. It seemed it a cruel twist of fate, the same magical enchantments and charms that made her more resistant to pain more her more sensitive to pleasure, or whatever category tickling was in anyway.
After a few more seconds of this, Susan was spluttering with laughter, Pansy knew from experience that once someone started laughing, it was like the floodgates opened and it would be nigh-impossible to stop. Pansy observed that the Hufflepuff's laughter had a boyish quality about it, it was off the croaky, raspy kind, with more snorts than squeals. After a few minutes elapsed, Pansy gestured and  the Slytherins stopped for a moment and watched the panting, gasping Hufflepuff.

"See? Resisting just made it worse, didn't it? But please, by all means, keep resisting. I like my captives to have a little fight in them," Pansy said, grining maliciously.

"Yeah, and girl, we are just getting started. We haven't even started using our tools yet," Daphne added with a rehearsed cackle.

Milly gave Daphne a questioning look, and mouthed 'over the top much?' Before addressing the breathless Hufflepuff again. "We're going to give you another chance," Milly said, and gestured to her fellow interrogators.

"Diffindo," the Slytherins pointed, and slowly pulled away tatters of Susan Bones' clothes away from her midsection and underarms.

"We're raising the odds," Pansy said, dramatically knocking off Susan's dress shoes as she did so. "Sure you don't want to talk to us?" She asked, as she placed her long fingernails at the bottom of Susan's nyloned feet. The trapped girl shivered slightly, before gritting her teeth defiantly.

"I bet the Carrows are going to really punish you for wasting their time if I don't talk," Susan growled.

The Slytherins all laughed, though Pansy felt the laughter catch in her throat, as if the Hufflepuff had uncomfortably reminded her that the Carrows probably would not be amused if she returned empty-handed. Her sharp Slytherin mind reminded her making things up was always an option, she was sure the Carrows would believe it if she said those blood traitors the Weasleys were behind it, after all, it certainly was the kind of thing those idiots would do.

Pansy attempted to crack her knuckles menacingly, it hurt more than she thought, but she hoped it created the intended effect. "We'll worry about us, you worry about that ticklish body of yours." Pansy gestured to her friends and within moments the room was again filled with snorting and gasping laughter.

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