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Title: Harry Potter and the Touch of the Tickler (?/mff)
Date: 14.05.01
Author: rcg (rcg1574@yahoo.com)
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Some of the characters and settings in this story are based on a well known series of books. Beacuse the characters are being used in a very different manner from the origional author, this may be considered fair use.
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Comment:
As of yet, I have only read the first book, and have not had time to seek out and read the others. I realise that there may be inconsistencies in this story. I liked the first book, but this is not meant in any way as fan fiction. If there are any inconsistencies significant enough to spoil your enjoyment of the story, let me know and I will work to change them. If you don't know what I mean by all of this, you should probably get out a little more.
I decided not to write a beginning to this story - if you find this a major problem, let me know.
I think this story is reasonably good. Of course considering that I am the author, I am probably unfairly biased. Good, bad, or awful - let me know what you think.
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Harry Potter and the Touch of the Tickler (?/mff)
"Come children, follow me. There are much worse things that could happen to you sneaking around the halls at night." With that, the ghost turned and appeared to pass into the wall. As he did so, the bricks around him vanished, to reveal a small chamber. After a moments hesitation, Harry stepped forward and through the opening in the wall. Ron, Hermione, and I followed, not wanting to be left behind.
As soon as all four of us had passed through the wall, the bricks reappeared, and there was a sudden dropping sensation, the same as you get if you do a sudden dive on a broomstick. Nothing else indicated that we had moved, as all the bricks on the walls were the same. For a few heartbeats nothing changed, then, the same wall we had entered by dissolved to reveal a small room, in the centre of which was a large wood desk, behind which sat the ghost.
Harry entered first and stopped about two metres from the desk. The rest of us followed behind, and joined him in facing the ghost who appeared to be reading from a sole sheet of parchment. When he reached the bottom of the page, he turned it over, slid it to the side and lifted his head to behold us.
"Now children, do you know why you are here?"
"Not entirely sir" Harry volunteered.
"Come now, you know that students are not allowed to leave their houses at night. Now, do you know what the punishment is for being caught outside your rooms at night?"
"No sir" Harry said, with notably less confidence in his voice.
"What a coincidence, neither do I! But, when I was headmaster here, it involved six touches each with the tickler."
With those words, the old ghost produced a wicked looking black cane from beneath his desk. When he flexed it, it curved effortlessly, almost as if it were a piece of string, but when it was released, it sprung sharply back to its straight form of almost a metre long.
I turned my eyes slightly to look at my companions. Hermione was shifting nervously from side to side. Ron's face was blanched white from fear, and I saw him swallow once. Harry of course wasn't showing much emotion on his face, but his eyes looked a bit wider that usual.
"Each touch will be administered on the bare, and I expect you to count them out loud. Is that clear as crystal. Good! Now, lets have the boy with the lily coloured face over here first. Ron Weasley, I believe." he said with an air that suggested he knew exactly who everybody was.
Ron stepped meekly forward, and allowed the ghost to guide him over the desk. He whimpered as his sleeping shorts were drawn down to expose an equally white posterior. The ghost placed one hand firmly on his back, placed the tickler across Ron's buttocks, then raised it high behind his own head. All in the same instant, there was a resounding crack, an arc of red light where the cane had travelled, and a scream from Ron. The ghost paused, the tickler once more poised behind his head.
"One" Ron managed to squeak out. No sooner had he finished his utterance, than the crack and flash repeated itself, and Ron cried out again. "Two" – and again, "Three... four... five.... please nooooo.... aagh ... six".
The ghost let his hand off Ron's back, and Ron's hands immediately shot to his rear which was now pulsating various shades of red. The ghost began to bend the cane in his hands again, and Ron quickly retreated from the desk.
"My oh my, in my day students knew how take their punishments with dignity. From the sounds of it he would rather have preferred being eaten alive by a mountain troll. Hmmm, who next? I think", the ghost began with deliberate slowness, "that the next person should be, um..."
He was looking directly at us, excepting Ron who was crouched in the corner crying. His gaze held first Harry. Then, I felt his eyes pass on to me, piercing my mind, before they shifted to Hermione. No word was spoken or gesture made, but Hermione walked silently forward and leaned over the desk as Ron had done previously. Her long sleeping gown was lifted to reveal her slender legs topped by her rounded behind. Its colour was far closer to a normal flesh tone than Ron's had been.
Once again, the ghost used his hand to pin Hermione to the desk, and squared the tickler up against her cheeks. He raised it high, paused, then brought it down in a streak of light onto its target. Hermione screamed loudly, then broke into sobs. There was no mark on her bottom, but rather, it had changed shade and begun to emit a reddish glow similar to that that occurred when the cane landed. "One sir" Hermione mumbled amidst her sobs before the the jet black tickler landed amidst another scream of pain and a bath of red light.
By the sixth stroke, Hermione was both wailing almost continuously in pain and struggling vainly to escape. I never heard her count the later strokes anymore than I ever saw the actual descent of the tickler. I was so dazed that the next thing I knew was that the ghost was speaking my name and Hermione had joined Ron against the wall
"CELESTE! NOW - OVER THE DESK! I will not tolerate being ignored."
What, me? Somehow, I was sure that Harry would be called first, I really wanted to watch how the greatest wizard would handle his punishment. ( Not to mention see if his behind is as cute as his face.) I found my self stepping forward, only semi-conscious of what was happening. My breathing increased in rate as I leaned over the desk, felt my gown being drawn up high onto my back, and an iron cold hand securing me in place. I felt the tickler slowly approach, and was amazed by the icy cool of it against my hotly burning bottom and nether regions. I held my breath as the ghost drew the tickler up behind his head, paused for what seemed like an eternity, then my world exploded.
In an instant, the sight and feel of the wood desk beneath my face dissolved in a flash of light, sound and heat more intense that can be experienced. The ecstasy lasted for only a short while before it was replaced by the feel of my pillow moist from tears, and the sensation of my hands beneath me, sticky and hot, for real - in this my waking dream.
rcg