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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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“Merlin’s Beard, you can’t be serious Albus!” gasped Horace Slughorn. “The girl is 15 years old, and she is only now displaying signs of wizardry? Astounding--I cannot recall the last such occurrence... and a muggleborn to boot.”
“1973...” Minerva McGonagall eyed the twinkling Headmaster suspiciously, “The wizard in question was 28 at the time...”
“Really Horace!” Hestia Jones interjected scathingly, “What is so astonishing about muggleborns...?”
“No, no Hestia...” Horace cut in quickly, looking rather hurt, “You misunderstand, I’m not prejudiced--Lily Potter was my all-time favourite student, and I am quite looking forward to having a chance to teach Hermione Potter and her husband...”
“It is just that it is simply even more remarkable that someone with no apparent magical parentage at all should exhibit magic so late in life... Now that Minerva has jogged my memory, to the best of my recollection, the young man who discovered his magic at 28 years of age was a pureblood who was thought to be a squib.”
“Indeed!” remarked Filius Flitwick, “And the late bloomer prior to him was a young halfblood witch who didn’t discover her abilities until she was 17, in 1956... Horace is making a fair observation.”
“We are seeing more and more muggleborns all the time,” Poppy Pomfrey said pointedly, “It was bound to happen eventually... And I expect that if the muggleborn birthrates keep rising, Hogwarts shall have to expand eventually or open up another school to accommodate the increasing number of wizards.”
“True... true,” Horace nodded thoughtfully, “I have been following the trends myself. I daresay that humankind is evolving and that one day in the far-flung future the majority of humans will be wizards--I just hadn’t considered that I might be alive to witness the burgeoning of a new age of wizardry...”
Horace snorted with mirth when an amusing thought occurred to him, “This will be a real poke in the eye to Old Salazar and his modern followers. One day nearly all wizards will be ‘muggleborns’--I must say, I sometimes regret that I was ever sorted into his House.”
“There, there Horace. Never mind that,” Minerva sympathised, her features softening. She sighed heavily and continued, “Goodness knows, since Mrs Potter’s potions mishap, I have come to recognise that ‘pureblood’ prejudice, bullying, and dark wizardry is not confined to any single House...”
“Even in my own House--Peter Pettigrew, Percy Weasley, and Cormac McLaggen--Gryffindors all, and yet each has demonstrated that Slytherin is not alone in producing wizards with poor judgment and ill intent. It is more that such behaviour has long been expected and even advocated as a virtue in Slytherin House. That House is very fortunate to have had a few decent sorts such as yourself and Miss Greengrass, Horace.”
“Hear, hear... Minerva is quite correct dear!” Pomona Sprout said, nodding in agreement.
“Aye, ain't tha' the truth though!?” growled Hagrid. “Yer a good man Horace... an' don' ferget it!”
“Thank you Minerva, Poppy, Rubeus,” sighed Horace, looking sad, “You are all too kind... I did my best to promote positive values while I was a professor and during my tenure as Head of Slytherin. But I have long felt that my best was not good enough... Tom Riddle is my shame! As is our current Minister...”
“No Horace...” Albus Dumbledore shook his head, “They are the shame of us all. We have all made mistakes in our ongoing struggle to fight the Dark and forge a progressive and democratic future for the wizard world--and I am no less at fault, having made some of the biggest mistakes of them all.”
“But here we are, rectifying our errors and all working together. I cannot thank you enough Horace for joining the Order of the Phoenix and giving me your memory. I know how difficult that was for you.”
“Albus, my dear fellow, my friend--thank you for being so persistent. I had let my fears get the best of me, but you know me too well, and your offers were too good to pass up.” Horace smiled warmly again, knowing that he was safe among those he could count as friends. But there were two--those who had also been prized students--who were nowhere to be seen.
“I say Albus, what has become of Severus and Remus?” Horace asked. “I know they are among your staff, but I have barely seen either of them since I have arrived. Surely they shall also be taking part in helping Miss Watts catch up her wizarding education for the beginning of term?”
“Indeed they shall Horace,” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled merrily again. “However, both of them have earned a well-deserved respite with their loved ones...”
“Merlin’s Beard!” Horace gasped, and the others--even Minerva--cracked a smile, “Severus has found love at long last? That is simply splendid! Who is his paramour I might ask? You simply must tell me.”
Poppy Pomfrey’s eyes crinkled in mirth. Horace had always been quite the gossip. But it also gave her joy to be able to regale the old wizard with good news--particularly as none of the others appeared to be forthcoming.
“Horace dear, Severus is now with Narcissa Black, since a short while after the dissolution of her marriage. She sought solace in Severus’s arms, and has apparently found it--needless to say, we were all as shocked as you...”
The meeting ended a short time later, and the others filed out of the staff-room, leaving only the Headmaster and two shrewd looking witches.
“Alright Albus,” snapped Minerva, “Why don’t you tell us what really happened? Please don’t tell me you created another self-spelling wand...”
“I can get naught past you, can I Minerva,” chuckled Dumbledore.
Even Poppy raised her eyebrows in concern, “Albus... surely not! The school’s Board of Governors...”
Dumbledore raised a hand and Poppy quieted.
“Please, do not fret. Jennifer Watts’ magic is her own, I can assure you...” he began. Poppy looked relieved but Minerva continued to eye the Headmaster narrowly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“...but indeed,” the Headmaster continued, “the manner of young Jennifer’s manifestation of magic is not likely due to a late start. But I must again implore you both to keep this to yourselves, as it involves our young friends--the Unaffiliated...”
Minerva leaned her head back and removed her glasses to massage her temples, letting out a long groan.
“Would you like a pain potion for that headache dear?” Poppy asked, trying her utmost to keep a straight face.
For her part, Poppy was delighted, and she knew that despite herself, Minerva would be very happy for the girl. Indeed, as the Headmaster made clear the circumstances under which Jennifer Watts’ recessive magical genes had been activated, Minerva’s countenance softened, and tears welled in her eyes.
“That... that is just beautiful Albus,” sniffled Minerva, dabbing her eyes with a hanky. “The poor girl, she deserves to be happy... deserves the chance to make a new life for herself. The Potters--we all have so much to be thankful to them for--they have made such a positive difference in so many lives...”
Poppy smiled and placed her arm around her colleague’s shoulders, giving Minerva a gentle hug. A thoughtful expression crossed Poppy’s countenance as she considered the implications; she glanced at the Headmaster.
“This means we have a proper new Coven doesn’t it, Albus!? The first real new Coven in Britain since the 1960's.”
Albus Dumbledore nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

~o0o~

Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour regarded the Minister shrewdly for a moment, then glanced at the files she had given him.
“Pembroke Chamberlain?” Scrimgeour pursed his lips and furrowed his brows. “Are you certain of this information Minister? He is highly regarded by many, despite being somewhat... indecisive.”
“Oh, most certainly Rufus,” Minister Dolores Umbridge replied, her voice honeyed, “My Senior Undersecretary, Deputy Minister Weasley, uncovered these startling details of Mr Chamberlain’s dangerous associations.”
Scrimgeour considered that for a moment. He regarded Percy Weasley quite highly--the lad was brilliant and dedicated to Law and Order. He wasn’t soft, unlike his father. But the case file still struck Rufus as odd.
“His past associations with Voldemort were determined to have been due to the Imperius curse Madam Minister...”
“Oh no Rufus...” the Minister interjected, “it is Mr Chamberlain’s current associations we are most concerned with. The man has been consorting with criminals who are known to have connections to Albus Dumbledore--Mundungus Fletcher is quite an unsavory character, I can assure you.”
“Yes! I am well aware of Mr Fletcher’s record,” the Head Auror nodded. “Most of his criminal activities in the past have been rather petty. These new accusations, if true, are quite disturbing. Trafficking in enslaved muggles is a serious offence--I shall begin an investigation into Chamberlain and Fletcher immediately.”
“Thank you Rufus! I knew I could count on you.”
Minister Umbridge smiled appreciatively. She watched the Head Auror depart in satisfaction, knowing that he would find plenty of evidence to arrest and convict Pembroke Chamberlain--thus stripping him of his seat on the Wizengamot. Rookwood had made certain that there would be lots of evidence to find.
The Minister peered in her own copy of the file and scribbled a note, pleased at how swimmingly Deputy Minister Weasley was acclimating to his role. He had been slightly reticent at first, but Percy Weasley had quickly seen the political value of framing a Potter Appeaser like Chamberlain and a criminal associate of Dumbledore such as Mundungus Fletcher.
Dolores could scratch yet another Undesirable from her list of the “wobblies” who had supported the Potters during their trial.
Minister Umbridge opened the file which Scrimgeour had brought her regarding more muggle disappearances. She sighed heavily, certain that Voldemort was behind them.
As much as Dolores wanted Voldemort dead and gone, he was far too useful alive for the time being--providing a distraction for Dumbledore and his people. Not to mention that as long as wizards were afraid, they would willingly accept her authoritative leadership.
A sinister smile played on Dolore’s features. Another plan began to form as she perused the file of missing muggles. Yes indeed--this fit rather nicely with her own plans. Now Dolores could also link the crimes of Voldemort with the crimes for which she and Rookwood had framed Chamberlain and Fletcher.

~o0o~

Gilderoy Lockhart felt quite pleased with himself. He had successfully assisted in the capture of numerous muggles for the Dark Lord’s army of Inferi by planting evidence on, and altering the memories of yet another muggle. Muggle police would simply presume the man was a serial killer, and Gilderoy had earned himself a Dark Mark, placing himself above the lowlife who made up the ranks of the Snatchers.
And having also earned himself an evening of rest and relaxation, Lockhart regarded the muggle girl he had just obliviated with satisfaction, confident that she would never know what had just happened to her.
Gilderoy was more elated than he had thought he would be under the Dark Lord’s rule. Gilderoy felt more alive and much freer as the Dark Lord’s Servant than he had while trying to maintain his image of purity in the House of Dumbledore.

AN: Response to reviews:
Thank you to Damian Hallow, and Draziell for your kind reviews. I am thrilled to be able to elicit such a response. :-) ...and also thank you Starr, I'm really glad you enjoyed the way Jennifer became a witch. I had a lot of fun with that.
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