Hermione's Furry Little Problem | By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20 |
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Like Sleeping Beauty, she was woken with a kiss. Two kisses in fact. Two soft minty pairs of lips that reminded her that she was still loved and still in the Potters’ bed. Grinning, the girl with ash-brown hair awoke, and decided that today was a good day for electric-green.
After hurriedly showering and dressing, Dora followed Hermione and Harry out of the door of their chambers. Fleur and Daphne were already in the Unaffiliated Corridor, just about to head to the Great Hall for breakfast. Electric green hair caught their eyes.
“Good Morning Dora!” Daphne smiled sweetly and hugged the older girl, giving her an affectionate kiss and making her blush.
“Bonjour ma chérie,” Fleur cooed and kissed Dora with a bit of steam. “Eet ees nice to see zat you are settling in.”
Dora’s rosy cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.
“Mornin’ you two,” Dora said, smiling shyly back at Fleur and Daphne.
By the time Luna and Parvati wandered, yawning, into the Great Hall for breakfast, the others were already eating.
“I think it’s a coffee morning,” said Parvati as she yawned again.
“We had a very late night,” Luna explained with a grin. “We were both fantasising about what it would be like if Dora and Harry joined in the sex with furry tails too.”
Dora nearly snorted her tea out through her nose and turned scarlet, remembering her own fantasy the night before she had returned to Hogwarts with the Potters. Daphne looked pensive for a moment.
“Isn’t there some sort of charm we could use so that Fleur and I could temporarily have cat-tails too?” Daphne asked.
“Zat ees a good question, and an excellan' suggestion,” Fleur said, her eyes gleaming.
“I got jinxed with a horse tail when I got in that fight with Lavender and Fay in second year,” replied Parvati with a flick of her satiny black cat-tail. “So I’m sure there must be something...”
“We should look in the library...” Hermione responded excitedly.
“But if we can’t find anything, I bet I know someone who could work out a spell,” Harry grinned.
Everyone stared at Harry questioningly.
“Fred and George of course,” Harry smirked. “They’re brilliant at that sort of thing...”
~o0o~
“As you may recall,” began Dumbledore, “I mentioned on Saturday that I had come across some information to impart regarding Voldemort, whom we also know as Tom Riddle. Some of this information I already possessed, but much of it I did not, until after we recently discovered the identities and childhood homes of Tom Riddle’s parents.”
“Today, we will be going on a journey... a journey into the past--into memory--so that we may learn more about his nature, and also to discover the extent of Riddle’s horcrux production.” Dumbledore gestured towards a shallow stone basin sitting on his desk.
“What is that Professor?” Hermione asked as Harry raised his eyebrows.
“This... is a Pensieve, it is a means by which we can examine the memories I have collected--from inside the actual memories themselves.” The Headmaster held up a crystal vial which appeared to contain a swirling cloud. “This is the first memory we shall examine, as it contains the memories of someone who encountered Tom Riddle’s forebearers.”
“We shall be examining several memories today... I have perused them already, but your input is imperative before I draw any conclusions.” Dumbledore paused, and regarded Harry and Hermione earnestly before continuing.
“I have come to value the judgments of you both, on matters such as these, as highly as I once valued my own,” the Headmaster said quietly. “I believe, that with the information we have available, we can finish Tom Riddle in short order, once and for all, when we next meet...”
“Sir...?” Harry gasped in amazement, and Hermione’s tail stood erect as her eyes widened.
“...But I cannot be certain,” Dumbledore continued, “However, if you find that you both concur with my conclusions, then I believe that we can be assured of ending Riddle’s second reign of terror before it proceeds much further... and focus on She-who-has-become-an-even-graver-threat-than-He...”
“The Minister...” Harry scowled.
“Quite!” Dumbledore nodded. “Thus, I feel that I must set some boundaries... It is possible, that I may yet require the assistance of you both to eliminate the remaining horcruxes--however--I do not wish for either of you to engage in combat with Riddle or his minions unless it is an absolute necessity for you to protect yourselves...”
“Wait... What? Why not? That’s what we’ve been training to do...” Harry interrupted hotly.
“Because you are far more valuable alive than dead...” the Headmaster softly intoned with a wistful look in his clear blue eyes. “You are young, and have your whole lives ahead of you. You have a True Gift to offer the entire world--wizards, magical beings, and muggles alike--with the Love which you both inspire in others...”
“You bring people together--you inspire everyone who comes to truly know you to make sacrifices for each other, so that no one person must ever need to bear the burdens of the world by themselves, nor suffer misfortune alone--ever again.”
“It is very important that you both survive, as a demonstration of the power of Solidarity--which is what Love truly is... That is something which you have both taught me, and my Staff--my Friends.”
“It is possible, as in all wars for Defence and for Justice, that people we love may yet die and suffer... But nobody should face that alone, and only Together and Undivided can we stand strong against the Evil which strives to take root.”
“Voldemort--Tom Riddle--is a remnant of a time gone by, a task which by rights is one for myself and the Order to complete. The Minister, and those like her, are the True Threat to our Future.”
“It is easy for people to see the Evil in Voldemort. Even most of his own followers--those who remained outside of Azkaban after the last war--have turned against him because of his maniacal rages against even them when the mood suits him.”
“But the Minister... she operates in the shadows, and in the mind... she seduces with ideas, and she murders with deception and deflection. She is a master of manipulation and exhibits great self-control. She cloaks Evil behind a Mask of Order and False Justice.”
“Many of Voldemort’s former followers have joined her because she better represents their interests behind that Mask--a mask which they themselves have grown used to employing to maintain their images and the dominance of their pureblood status within the current Status Quo.”
“They are manipulating that Status Quo from within to create a Future which reinstates the past in a manner which Voldemort himself cannot hope to achieve through brute force alone.”
“Should those of us in the Order of the Phoenix be unable to publicly expose the Minister and Her Death Eaters through the political process, it will be up to those such as yourselves to fight this Future, because the Future belongs to you. Do you understand why that is?”
Harry and Hermione considered Dumbledore’s words. They thought they understood quite well.
“Yes sir,” Harry replied, his jaw tightening. “I do.” Harry glanced at Hermione who was nodding in agreement.
“The Minister has been working very hard to make it look like we’re the Bad Guys and they’re the Good Guys,” Harry continued. “She’s even managed to get a Weasley on her side... Which might convince more people that she's right. It’s up to Hermione and me and our friends to grow up and show why their beliefs are wrong as long as they remain in power--until we can prove to everyone that she and her friends are just like Voldemort.”
“But I can’t make any promises that we won’t fight Voldemort and his forces too, Professor. I’m not just going to sit around and let people die while I’m hiding.” Harry concluded with a fixed stare.
“Well said Harry!” Dumbledore nodded proudly, seeing the resolve in Harry’s glittering green eyes. Hermione’s twitching furry ears and tail caught the Headmaster’s attention and he saw the same determination in Mrs Potter’s eyes.
“I really can expect no less of you--either of you,” Albus sighed, feeling humbled. “Frankly, I just wanted you to know, that this is not your battle to fight alone.” Dumbledore swallowed and his countenance flushed in shame.
“It is a fight which I wish I could have completed by myself years ago without putting you in harm's way Harry...”
“It’s alright sir. You’ve already apologised to me once... and... and nobody’s perfect!” Harry interjected with a sheepish grin.
“Indeed...” Dumbledore smiled wryly. “In any case, my goal is to complete the task I had once set for myself alone, and then for you--but this time with the aid of my friends and colleagues... and my students, if they deem themselves ready...”
“With that said, I believe it is now time to begin our journey to the past. This first memory belonged to an aged Auror, retrieved shortly before he died...”
“Bob Ogden,” Hermione gasped and flicked her bushy tail. “I remember... when we killed the Horcrux in the Ring of Peverell. You gave orders to have his memory collected.”
“Quite correct Mrs Potter,” the Headmaster replied. “And as well as Mr Ogden’s memory, we shall examine two of my own, one belonging to a House-Elf, and finally, one of Horace Slughorn’s. Were it possible, I should have also liked to retrieve Morfin Gaunt’s memory. Alas, I believe that Voldemort most likely killed him when he took Azkaban.”
~o0o~
“That was so sad,” Hermione cried while Harry cuddled her and stroked her hair and wilted furry ears. “Poor Merope... Her father and brother were disgusting. They treated her horribly...”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore nodded sorrowfully. “That was very disturbing.”
“I still can’t work out how Merope and Tom Riddle Sr ever got married...” Harry said with a puzzled expression.
“Maybe a love potion...” Hermione sniffed as she wiped away her tears. “Though I don’t know what she even saw in that pompous creep. Looks aren’t everything.”
“Quite...” the Headmaster agreed. “That was my conclusion as well.”
“That doesn’t seem right,” Harry shook his head. “Look, I feel sorry for Merope too. And I agree Tom Riddle Sr seemed like a pompous git. But still, seducing someone with a love potion... that’s a bit like rape isn’t it?”
Hermione blinked. She looked pensive for a moment.
“You’re right Harry,” she said quietly. “I... I never really thought about it like that before. In fairy tales and stories, love potions are always portrayed as something romantic. But really--they’re a bit like ‘date-rape’ drugs in the muggle world... they ought to be illegal.”
“Yes... I must concur,” the Headmaster nodded again. “It is a tragic story all the way around. I think that poor Merope Gaunt also believed a love potion to be a romantic solution to her desperate quandary--not intending to act with evil in her heart...”
“But indeed, with clear eyes, one must see the surreptitious use of a love potion for what it is--a removal of consent,” Dumbledore went on, “Love cannot exist without consent. It is my contention that Merope came to realise the truth of that, and--feeling guilty--Merope discontinued the use of the potion when she became pregnant. Shortly after that, Riddle Sr must have departed...”
“Leaving her all alone with a baby. She must have been heartbroken.” Harry concluded glumly.
“Indeed Harry, which brings us to where I found Tom Marvolo Riddle,” Dumbledore held up the next memory vial, “in a Muggle Orphanage in which his mother died giving birth to him.”
~o0o~
“Damien?” Harry asked, bewildered, having never heard the name. As far as he knew, there was nobody named Damien at Hogwarts.
The Headmaster appeared equally mystified. He was curious to hear Hermione Potter’s reaction to the younger Riddle. Dumbledore had come to prize her remarkable perceptions of the inner nature of people, so he just listened as the Potters ruminated upon what they had just witnessed.
“Damien, he’s a character from a film called The Omen,” Hermione explained. “It’s a really scary movie. Mum was cross with Dad when he rented it for us one evening because I had nightmares for weeks after watching it... Anyway, Damien was born to a wealthy family, but it turned out that he was really Satan’s son. He was more or less born evil....”
“But I... I never really believed that anyone could just be born evil until I saw the look in young Tom’s eyes...” Hermione continued, “Myrtle was right--they were so cold... yet his vindictiveness--I could feel it radiating from him as if I had been in the room with him myself...”
“...and it’s not like anyone mistreated him at the orphanage,” Harry agreed. “Nobody beat Tom, or harassed him--all the children were well looked after and fed properly. He didn’t really have any reason to turn out more rotten than any of the other poor kids who grew up there, and they had to put up with him abusing them and stealing their things...”
“...except for his bad genetic heritage,” Hermione snorted. “The Gaunts appeared severely inbred, and despite being handsome, his father didn’t strike me as a very pleasant sort either--though that was probably due to being raised like a pampered prince.”
“Maybe being conceived under the influence of a love potion affected Tom’s mind too?” Harry pondered.
“Possibly...” Hermione frowned thoughtfully, “But whatever the reason, Tom Riddle Jr clearly has some sort of psychiatric disorder with a biological basis. I think you’re absolutely right Harry, it can’t really be attributed to his upbringing. Riddle was born to be a psychotic maniac...”
“And he’s quite the ‘collector’ apparently,” Harry said. “He seems to have a thing for trophies!”
Hearing the Potters’ cogent analysis of Mrs Potter’s perceptions of Tom in relation to Harry’s own upbringing, Albus breathed a sigh of relief. He had been feeling guilty for quite some time.
Ever since Severus had uncovered how very wrong Albus had been to leave Harry with the Dursleys without properly monitoring the situation, Dumbledore had wondered if sending Riddle back to the Orphanage every summer had been as damaging to Tom as Harry’s home life potentially could have been to Harry.
Albus could at least put that feeling to rest now. Riddle’s issues were his own--not of Dumbledore’s making. And considering that Riddle had by all outward appearance been on his best behaviour while a student at Hogwarts, Dumbledore had never been able to confirm his own suspicions about Tom’s inner-nature with the sort of certainty which Hermione Potter’s particular empathic insight gave her.
As a boy and young man, it was clear that Tom’s greater self-control had given him a high degree of natural ability as an Occlumens which had blocked Dumbledore’s Legilimency. As an adult, Tom had lost much of that self-control--which Albus could possibly exploit should he meet him again in person.
“Thank you both very much,” the Headmaster said gratefully. “Believe it or not, I have learned far more from listening to your analysis of this memory, than I have from my own. I have a much clearer view of what drives Tom Riddle now....”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled in amusement at the stunned expressions on his favourite students’ faces.
“Well then, perhaps we can pick this up again after lunch and well deserved rest. Perhaps at three O’clock then?”
AN: Response to reviews:
@ Zephyr_Fauchelevent: Thank You! :-)
Honestly, I see Dora more or less as an older teen too. Many college age kids, even in their early 20's, haven't really reached full maturity yet--a fact now recognised by modern science. Had she been too much older, I would have hesitated before adding her in the mix.
And yeah, due to the nature of this fic, that is one of the reasons I chose to employ a Swingers tag instead of a Harry/Harem tag. Really, this story is about Hermione, sharing Harry with her girlfriends, and all of them becoming more or less a family.
At AO3, I and some fans have come to affectionately refer to them as the "pride" (as in a lion pride--though Harry is not the lazy domineering arse that the male lion of a real pride is).
@ neilru2: Thank you! :-)
Unfortunately, this story was deleted by admins at ff... :P ...I do update there, but only one non-smut scene from each chapter, and directing people to a link on my profile there which leads to the complete story at my AO3 account.
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