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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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According to the readings of his instruments, something highly unusual was going on somewhere in Hogwarts, and Albus Dumbledore had a good idea of where it was happening, even though the room was an unplottable room within an unplottable castle.
Albus Dumbledore also had a very good idea of who was behind the unusual readings, which were literally off-the-scale, as several of his instruments would now need repairing, and others were oscillating wildly.
But there had been no Castle-quakes, so the Headmaster could be reasonably certain that although the Magical Frequency Signature bore a similarity to the Magical Outbursts which usually accompanied the quakes, the activity generating the current levels of Magic was of a different nature.
A thrill shot through the Headmaster when he realised that he was indirectly witnessing for the second time an Application of the most incredibly powerful and highly refined levels of magic he had ever seen. However, this particular Application appeared to have undergone yet another level of Transmogrification if the readings were any indication.
Headmaster Dumbledore quickly and excitedly made his way to the seventh floor of the castle and tapped his wand twice on the wall across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

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Jennifer blinked as she came to in Hermione’s arms. The Patronuses were gone, but the room was still bright. It occurred to Jennifer that she felt very comforted and safe with Hermione’s arms around her. Jennifer sighed happily. She didn’t want Hermione to stop cuddling her.
That’s when Jennifer realised that something was different. She felt clean, as if washed in the purified waters of a mountain stream. Jennifer had a sensation of floating on clouds, being lifted by wings of gossamer.
And the brightness, it wasn’t just the room--it was inside her, the veil of darkness had been swept from her brain. Jennifer no longer felt the looming presence of the rat-faced intruder haunting her mind.
But Jennifer’s skin tingled with the sensation of something else, something new which she had never felt before today. Clambering to her feet with Hermione’s assistance, Jennifer peered at the girls and Harry, who all bore expressions of concern. The furry tails of the cat-witches all flicked apprehensively.
“Wh...what happened?” Jennifer asked, flicking her dark bangs out of her face.
“I... I’m not entirely certain,” Hermione responded, her furry ears twitched and her brow furrowed in thought. “How do you feel Jennifer?” she asked, knowing what the answer would be.
“Good...” Jennifer’s features flickered with puzzlement, “Better than good actually--I feel happy. I... I don’t understand. I can still remember everything that’s happened to me clearly,” she frowned slightly.
“I... I suppose I still feel sad about my parents being dead,” Jennifer continued, “but it doesn’t hurt so much. And... and I don’t feel dirty anymore about what Ratface did to me--just a bit angry, but... but mostly I just feel cheerful--I don’t understand...”
“I thought so,” Hermione nodded. “Do you remember what Harry told you--about Patronuses?”
“They’re for chasing away Dementors right? Dark wraiths that feed on despair and misery and suck your soul out,” Jennifer answered.
“That’s right,” Hermione smiled, “What I think happened, is that when all of our Patronuses surrounded you, they sensed your unhappiness--and somehow chased it away as if it was a Dementor. I don’t know enough about brain chemistry to be absolutely sure, but... but I think they altered yours--I think they stimulated the production of natural anti-depressants and endorphins...”
“I... I think I understand,” Jennifer cupped her chin pensively, “That makes sense. The last thing I remember before I passed out was feeling... erm... ” Jennifer turned red and trailed off, uncertain how to describe the intensely orgasmic experience.
A loud trilling echoed twice in the Room of Requirement, startling everyone.
“What the...? Hermione, did that sound like a muggle doorbell to you?” Harry asked, bewildered.
“Yes, I think somebody wants to come in Harry,” Hermione replied with amusement.
Harry dashed over to the doorway and turned the handle.
“Hello Harry, might I come in?” the Headmaster asked when Harry opened the door.
“Er... yeah, of course Professor Dumbledore.” Harry noticed the odd gleam of excitement in the old man’s eyes.
“Thank you very much Harry.” Dumbledore glanced around the Room of Requirement and nodded in greeting at the rest of the Unaffiliated. He spied Jennifer and smiled warmly at her.
“If I may Harry, were you all just now practicing the Patronus charm in this room?” Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded in response, feeling slightly awkward.
“And did everyone manage to perform a Corporeal Patronus?” Dumbledore counted his students silently.
“Er... yes sir.” Harry couldn’t help it; he grinned proudly at the others.
“Remarkable!” the Headmaster murmured, “I thought as much. Well Done everyone!” Dumbledore beamed at his students. “It is simply unheard of for so many at your age to be able to produce a Patronus of any sort without weeks or months of training. This is truly Exceptional!”
The students grinned nervously back, happy that they weren’t in trouble, all feeling quite pleased with themselves. Dumbledore peered at Jennifer again, shrewdly observing her demeanor.
The Headmaster felt almost giddy at what he saw. Glancing back at the Unaffiliated, Dumbledore appraised each student. His piercing blue eyes lit upon Daphne and she shivered slightly.
“Ah Miss Greengrass, yes... I think yours will do nicely--very nicely indeed!” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled.
“S...Sir?” Daphne looked puzzled.
“May I borrow your wand for a few moments please,” the Headmaster asked, “I wish to perform an experiment before I say more.”
Hermione’s eyes widened gleefully and her bushy tail began to vibrate in excitement. Dumbledore examined Daphne’s wand for a moment or two.
“Very nice Miss Greengrass,” Dumbledore nodded approvingly as he swished the wand, “Laurel wood, 10 inches, supple... and if I am not mistaken, I believe I detect a Unicorn tail-hair core.”
Daphne nodded in agreement. Befuddlement crossed everyone’s features when the Headmaster passed Daphne’s wand to Jennifer. No one was more confused than Jennifer. What was she supposed to do with the wand? Jennifer gasped when she felt a little prickle in her fingers as she took it.
“Jennifer, if you would be so kind,” said Dumbledore, “concentrate on the tip of the wand and say ‘lumos’.”
Everyone held their breaths in anticipation. Jennifer’s heart began to race.
“What? B...but I can’t...” Jennifer said anxiously.
“Please, indulge an old man’s curiosity,” Dumbledore’s eyes gleamed again, “just focus your attention on the wand tip. Again, ‘lumos’.”
Jennifer swallowed nervously. She knew the Headmaster well enough by now to know that he wasn’t just messing her about. He really wanted her to try. Certain that nothing would happen, Jennifer took a deep breath and concentrated on the tip of the wand.
“Lumos,” said the muggle girl.
There was a collective gasp of astonishment, even from the Headmaster, who had been doubting his senses. The tip of Daphne’s wand lit up like a beacon in Jennifer’s hand.
Jennifer’s breathing quickened. She didn’t understand. She wasn’t magical; she couldn’t be.
“How... Wh...what’s happening?” Shock etched Jennifer’s features.
“Apparently Jennifer, you are now a Wizard--or a Witch, depending on the term of your preference.” Dumbledore tried hard to control his own breathing.
“But... but that’s impossible--isn’t it?” Harry asked, absolutely floored.
“Professor Dumbledore,” gasped Hermione, “Could Jennifer be one of the rare few who exhibit magic late?”
“It is certainly a possibility, Mrs Potter,” the Headmaster responded calmly, “But I think in this case not. The instruments in my office detected a highly unusual spell transmogrification occurring moments ago, accompanied by readings of magical manifestations which were literally off-the-scale. I may have to replace several of my detectors.”
“Merlin!” Dora swore.
“But Sir,” began Parvati, “How can a spell make someone magic? I’ve never heard of anything like it.”
“Nor have I Miss Patil,” Dumbledore replied, “This phenomenon has never happened before in my knowledge--at least not in Europe or the Near East within the historical record. However, even my knowledge is not exhaustive. It may have occurred in some far flung land--perhaps in the Orient where they employ magical systems which are quite different from our own--or perhaps in secret in the ancient past.”
“In any case,” Dumbledore continued, “judging by the readings in my office, we are not talking about any mere spell. If I were to hazard a guess, when the seven of you conjured your Patroni, something quite extraordinary happened.”
“You seven, are part of something special, a unit bound by a magic so sublime that your Patroni acted in concert--as one. For all intents and purposes, you are a tightly knit Coven.”
“And that potent magic permeates this room still--it is palpable to those whose senses are finely tuned. It is a magic based on a love so pure--so rarified--that raised to the 7th power it transformed the spell, achieving an effect previously unknown....”
“I believe that what may have occurred, is that the manifestations of this magic infused young Jennifer, and activated within her the gene which allows wizards to sense and manipulate magic. I cannot be certain how this happened, but this is the only reasonable assumption that I can draw at this time,” the Headmaster concluded.
“Fantastique,” Fleur’s jaw dropped. “Zat ees incredible.” Fleur felt a rush of giddiness as the magnitude of the event she had participated in hit her.
“Professor,” Fleur’s heart fluttered as she spoke again, “Per’aps eet ees because our Patronuses, zey all came into physical contact wiz Jennifer.”
Luna darted to Jennifer’s side and hugged her.
“I’m so thrilled for you,” Luna gushed, her white fluffy tail bobbing joyfully, “You can stay here at Hogwarts and learn how to be a wizard properly.”
Dumbledore blinked back a few tears. He was as delighted as his students. He knew he would have had to send Jennifer away with Hestia when term started, but he had been reluctant to do so. The Headmaster had been considering the creation of another self-spelling wand to perform with a voice activation charm as he had for Filch. But that was not an ideal solution as the spells were limited in power and function.
Nor would it do for news of a muggle masquerading as a wizard at Hogwarts to reach members of the School Board, though he had been willing to risk it. This circumstance was beyond everything Dumbledore had hoped for and believed possible.
Hermione looked at Professor Dumbledore optimistically, swishing her bushy ginger tail. Harry peered at him hopefully as well--indeed they all were expectantly observing the Headmaster.
“Yes,” the Headmaster intoned softly, his voice cracking slightly, “Jennifer may remain here at Hogwarts. But she will need a wand of her own. I shall send for Ollivander immediately and give him the specifics of Miss Greengrass’s wand so that he can bring an assortment of the most suitable to test.”
“I know I can trust you all to assist Jennifer in acclimating to her new status... But if anyone asks--for now--we must keep the details of Jennifer’s transformation to ourselves. I believe Mrs Potter’s initial presumption of Jennifer as a Late Bloomer is the most appropriate narrative. It has indeed happened on occasion--rare though it may be.”
Jennifer’s head spun again, but Luna and Hermione clutched her tightly and kept her from collapsing again. Jennifer couldn’t comprehend that this was actually happening.
But an hour later, when a 10 inch Holly Wand with a Unicorn tail-hair Core chose her in Dumbledore’s office, Jennifer finally began to believe.

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