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Harry blinked and blinked again. He couldn't see anything. Harry looked left, right, up and down and couldn't see anything but inky blackness. He reached out and felt nothing around him, at least within arm's length. Crouching down he touched the floor and was surprised to find that there was stone under his finger tips. he'd been in his room, talking to Dobby, made one off hand comment and now? "Where the bloody hell am I?"

"In a prison cell." A woman's voice answered. "One of the high security cells. The darkness is to keep you from doing things, I suppose. Hard to try and escape when you can't see past your nose."

"Uh, right." Harry faltered at the thought, high security prison cell, what the hell was he doing in one of those? With a high security prisoner. He hadn't expected that. He thought he was alone. nervously he called out, "Hello?"

"Hello." came the saucy reply. "To whom am I speaking?"

"Right. Sorry. Um, I'm Harry Potter." Harry replied and peered into the darkness fruitlessly.

There was a slight throaty hmm from the darkness and then, "I knew a James Potter once, any relation?"

"Yeah." Harry suppressed a snort. It was rare that he was not immediately known. The curse of being the boy who lived. "That would be my father."

A disgruntled noise came from the darkness before a sharp command, "How old are you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, he wasn't at the beck and call of a voice in the darkness. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen." Came the imperious reply, then a snarky add on, "And given the stupid flippancy of your answering a question with a question you must also be a teenager."

Harry barked a laugh, "Yeah, I am."

"But that can't be right. Jame Potter is still in Hogwarts. He was in the year below me."

"Uhhh..." Harry didn't know what to say to that. That was over twenty years ago. He wondered briefly if he was trapped in the dark with a crazy person.

There was a sigh from the female in the darkness, "Well, this is just ducky. Either I'm insane or something quite strange has happened to me. Or I'm trapped in the dark with a crazy person."

"Hey." Harry griped. "I'm not the crazy one here."

"Oh of course." Came the sarcastic reply.

"And who are you?"

"Well, my sisters calls Ella. My enemies call me You Bitch."

"And your friends?"

"Friends." The voice scoffed, "Oh, to dream a dream. Slytherin's can't exactly afford to have those. Being the biggest bitch in Hogwarts rather keeps one at arms length from the riff raff, also."

"Thats... depressing." It really did sound terrible to Harry.

"The price of being a proper pureblood Slytherin princess, don't you know." The voice chided.

"Gryffindor." Harry answered.

The voice, Ella, tsked her tongue.

Harry was about to reply when suddenly there was light.

Blinking his eyes and holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the over head light Harry looked around for Ella, quite crusous to see who it was he had been talking with.

"Crikey." Ella was not what he was expecting. Attractive? yes. But not in the way he had envisioned. Standing opposite him was something out of a Playwizard pictorial. A particularly gifted pictorial. She was drop dead gorgeous, tall and statuesque. Harry rolled his eyes. That was doing faint praise. He didn't know where to start looking at her as everything, everywhere was just... Beautiful. She was what every young woman would want to be.

And Harry could see everything. Ella was starkers. Completely nude. And she was glorious.

For one thing she was gorgeous, her face, was model or movie star good looking, and she had violet eyes. She was taller than him and had more curves than any woman he had ever seen. Her breasts were wonderfully massive round things, sitting high on her chest with quite long pale pink nipples. The voluminous dark curls on her head cascaded down her head, over her shoulders and stopped just above her waist. Her waist was actually very small off set by the fact that her hips and bottom seemed to be quite large and perfectly round. Her legs were long and well shaped, her thighs seemed particularly large and muscled. She had her hands covering her crotch to afford some form a modesty.

Harry had never seen a woman naked before. Not in person. He hoped the next one he saw was as well put together as Ella. And as he stared at her she stared back at him. She finally snorted and removed her hands from her crotch and put them on her hips, "Like what you see, Potter?"

"Yes." He nodded his head quickly. He did have some questions. But he'd never say them aloud. He did wonder why she was wearing a collar. He did wonder shy she had her nipples pierced with hoop. And now that he could see her crotch he did wonder why everything down there seemed... larger? He wasn't an expert but he didn't think a clitoris should be that size, it looked like it could be bigger than his big toe. And why was that pierced with a hoop as well?

Any other musings he had were stopped cold as suddenly with a loud clang the door to the left of them opened. Turning both stared as an attractive red headed woman in red robes walked into the room, following along behind her looking slightly sheepish was Dobby.

"Mister Potter." The witch in red robes inclined her head at him and then spared a glance at Ella. "I've just had a rather odd conversation with your house elf."

Harry couldn't help but gulp. The tone of voice and the imperious look she gave him made him feel like his doom was approaching.

"In the future should you wish to visit it is better to schedule an appointment than attempting to have your elf try and sneak you in. The ministry has been warded to prevent unauthorized entrances."

"Uh, I didn't ask Dobby to bring me. He just..." Harry gestured at Dobby, who looked a little abashed. "Got a little excited."

"And brought you here?" The red robed witch asked.

Harry spread his arms "Um, we were talking about... things."

"Yes. Things." The red robed witch said with a sigh, "Your elf mentioned... that." she looked at Ella and then back to Harry, "My condolences."

"And you are?" Ella asked, finally done with being ignored and looked down upon.

"Don't you recognize me?" The robed witch smirked, she placed a hand on her chest. "It's been a few years but surely you remember your dear old 'friend' Amelia Bones?"

Ella startled and took a step back, "What? NO. That- that's impossible. Amelia Bones is a year older than me. You can't be her. You- you- your OLD!"

"Not that old." Amelia grumbled. "Terribly sorry Bellatrix, but I am Amelia Bones."

"Bellatrix?" Harry couldn't help but shout. "Bellatrix LeStrange?"

"What?" Ella shouted and turned looking worriedly from Harry to Amelia.

"I suppose I should explain." Amelia said.