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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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“My goodness gracious me!” Garrick Ollivander exclaimed, his features crestfallen as he read the new edition of the Daily Prophet. “You were absolutely correct Headmaster...”
“Please Garrick, we are all friends here. Call me Albus.”
“Oh...er, indeed sir; Albus it is then. In any case, I cannot thank you enough Albus! I do not know how you managed to foresee the necessity for my relocation, but you were quite right. It appears that my shop was especially targeted by the Dark Lord’s followers for complete obliteration...”
“And you would no doubt be one of Voldemort's ‘guests’ by now, Garrick,” Minerva McGonagall proffered grimly. “Though I am as intrigued as you are by Albus’s remarkable prescience. How did you know Albus?”
“Tom Riddle will seek every advantage in this fight,” Albus Dumbledore replied. “Like the Minister and ourselves, he faces battle on two fronts. It seemed highly likely to me that he would seek to control Britain’s preeminent supplier of wands...”
“And I confess, I believed that Tom would have sought out Garrick’s expertise in wandlore should Tom have run into any issues if he were to face Harry Potter’s wand--their wands each contain the same core: a phoenix feather from Fawkes. I felt preventing him from obtaining that knowledge was of utmost importance.”
“Ah, but of course. That sounds quite... logical!” Ollivander’s gleaming eyes widened. “But not having faced young Mr Potter since his return yet, the Dark Lord still does not know that their wands share a core. So you are suggesting that this was purely a tactical ploy on his part then--quite ingenious of you I must say, Albus.”
Albus took a sip of tea before replying sadly with a shake of his head.
“No, just the terrible Logic of War Garrick,” the Headmaster responded. “He--or she--who controls the supply of weapons in a war has a great advantage--and wands are weapons after all...”
Garrick Ollivander regarded the Headmaster of Hogwarts cannily, taking a sip of tea himself.
“Yes--well, regardless, my dear fellow, you undoubtedly saved me from torture and eventual death...”
“Let us hope so,” Dumbledore interjected, “Tom Riddle’s next target will most likely be Hogwarts itself--but I believe we shall have the advantage should that be the case... no matter what sort of force he manages to muster,”
“I must also admit Garrick, that was another reason I had for cajoling you away from your Diagon Alley location. As you had been so kind as to do a ‘House-Call’ for Hogwarts’ newest student, you know that we have remained for the summer to protect Hogwarts from capture, and you know that Mr Potter is among us,”
“It would not have done for Riddle to have discovered yet that Hogwarts is currently inhabited. The longer I can maintain that element of surprise, the greater advantage we have!” concluded Dumbledore.
“Thank you,” Ollivander said quietly, peering keenly into Dumbledore’s unguarded eyes. “I appreciate your honesty Albus--that makes this decision much easier. I shall do anything which is within my power to do to aid in the protection of Mr Potter. He and his wife must survive to do great things together... If I may be so bold, I humbly offer my services to the Order of the Phoenix...”

~o0o~

“That’s the wandmaker,” murmured Jennifer at breakfast. “I wonder what he’s doing here again?”
Hermione shook her head as she chewed a piece of bacon. She had no idea why Ollivander was sitting at the Staff Table with Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster. The other professors had apparently taken breakfast elsewhere today. The rest of the Unaffiliated appeared equally bewildered. Harry’s brows knitted pensively.
“I dunno... maybe Ollivander is joining the Order. Maybe Dumbledore offered him protection. It’s probably a good idea to keep Britain’s top wandmaker out of enemy hands...” Harry suggested.
“Oh!” gasped Hermione, flicking her bushy tail, “Of course Harry. That’s very logical...”
“It does make a load of sense,” responded Dora with a nod before taking a bite of scrambled egg.
Hedwig dropped the Daily Prophet and the special edition of the Quibbler on the table next to Fleur before settling on Harry’s shoulder and nipping his ear fondly. Harry grinned and reached a hand back to stroke her feathers, passing her a sausage with his other hand.
Fleur’s eyes widened in horror as she read the headline of the Quibbler. Daphne gave a little squeak when she leaned over to read it too.
“Eet ees a good thing zat Ollivander ees here,” Fleur gasped. “I think you are correct ‘arry, look at ze paper...”
Harry was shocked at how close to the mark he had been; he swallowed in trepidation and passed the papers around.
“Looks like Ollivander left in the nick of time,” said Parvati as she read over Luna’s shoulder, their furry ears twitching.
Parvati almost missed the little tawny owl dropping off a letter for her. She put the letter aside to continue reading the paper and absentmindedly gave the happy owl a buttery crumpet. Breakfast at the Mingling Table continued somberly. Harry’s stomach tightened and he found that he wasn’t very hungry anymore.
Jennifer shivered violently in fright as she perused the newspapers, and tears began to trickle. Snakeface was on the move. Dora hugged the trembling young witch and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s alright,” Dora whispered comfortingly, “You’re safe with us now...”
Hermione snuggled closer to Harry, curling her bushy tail around him. Harry took the newspapers back and he vanished them as a flash of anger sparked in his eyes.
“Right... I suppose this was inevitable,” sighed Harry, “But as horrible as this is, we need to try and not dwell on it,” Harry took Hermione’s hand in one of his own and Daphne’s hand in the other, “We need to remember why we’re here, and that we love each other. That’s what we need to focus on if we hope to have a chance of defeating Tom Riddle...”
“Indeed we do Harry,” said Dumbledore quietly, startling everyone at the table, “I could not have said it better myself.”
“If you don't mind Harry, I would like to sit in on part of the Coven’s practice session today,” the Headmaster concluded brightly.

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Albus Dumbledore was delighted that the horrific news hadn’t cast too large a pall over the Coven’s mood. Young Harry had wisely stepped in and put an end to the rumination before it had taken hold, and had decided that the Coven should have a bit of practice immediately following breakfast. And the very first thing Harry thought they should all have a go at was Cheering Charms.
Hermione’s tail quivered in excitement when the Headmaster began to explain how his magical devices worked. She could barely contain herself. Harry’s eyes shone with enthusiasm as well.
After performing the first set of Cheering Charms, the entire Coven listened intently to Dumbledore, all trying very hard not to giggle as the Charms had been extremely successful.
“This one here measures the frequencies, and the other measures the power level of the magic--I have had to repair those several times since you began meeting here...” Dumbledore chuckled. “Due to the necessity for precise calibration, I cannot place an Unbreakable Charm on them--it would rather defeat their purpose.”
“And this one detects the types of spells performed and locates them wherever they are performed on Hogwarts grounds. It is however, only calibrated to react to spells of a certain level of intensity due to the high degree of magic which flows through the castle during school-term. It would be all be 'noise' otherwise--a cacophony of signals...”
“Thus, it does not generally register every minor charm or jinx. And of course, it cannot locate magic performed in this room--the Room of Requirement--from the outside, as the room is Unplottable,”
“Now see this reading here? For an average class of eight performing Cheering Charms, it would not register at all, even if I were standing with my instrument right next to them, because it is a rather minor charm, requiring very little magical power--yet I am getting a clear indication that a Cheering Charm has been performed,”
“This other reading indicates the power level--and currently it indicates that the power levels of your Cheering Charms far exceed that of ordinary Cheering Charms, even done as regular group practice in class.”
“Would it make a difference if we were all touching--like holding hands--when we perform our spells simultaneously?” asked Luna.
“Physical Proximity and Directionality can certainly make a difference between the caster and the subject with certain spells, and it is quite likely that being in physical contact with one another may provide some extra measure of power for some sets of spells as well,” Dumbledore answered. “But the difference will likely be quite insignificant if you are all very near to one another.”
“However, the extent of your range is something worth discovering amongst yourselves during practice. It may vary from spell to spell. You may also find that certain geometric group formations, such as a circle, square--or perhaps an Octagram in your case--could affect the potentiality of the spells. I would ask that when you do experiment in that regard, please take notes and relay any pertinent findings to me so that I may observe them for myself in your next proceedings.”
After lecturing, Dumbledore sat in the comfy armchair he had conjured and felt the waves of bliss wash over him when the Coven simultaneously performed their Patronus Charms. Dumbledore was quite astonished when eight spectral felines prowled the Room of Requirement--but then he realised that he really shouldn’t be be surprised at all.
The Headmaster quickly took his leave before he was completely overcome with emotion, but not before expressing great pride in the Unaffiliated and their accomplishments in a rather hoarse voice.
“D’you think he’s alright Hermione?” asked Harry with a bemused expression. “Dumbledore looked a bit teary.”
“He’ll be okay Harry. He’s just feeling a bit overwhelmed,” Hermione replied giddily, “I think the euphoria created by our Patronuses may have affected him.”

~o0o~

The Unaffiliated all took lunch together, seated in the stands overlooking the Quidditch Pitch. Parvati squealed and her furry black tail twirled madly in elation when she read her letter from Lavender.
“I can’t believe it! Lavender says that Viktor proposed to her... and she said YES!”
Harry grinned and Hermione gave him a funny look; he didn’t seem entirely surprised. She smiled at Harry, proud with him for managing to keep it to himself until Lavender had a chance to tell Parvati herself.
“When are they getting married?” asked Daphne.
“They can’t just yet,” Parvati sighed, flicking her furry black ears. “Lavender’s parents have said that she has to wait at least until she has passed her OWL’s...”
“Well, that seems sensible,” Luna responded, her furry white ears pricking. She giggled when Parvati glared at her.
“At least her parents aren’t making her wait until after school altogether Parvati,” Luna grinned, “And it’s not like we have to wait that long.”
“Really?” Harry’s eyebrows shot up. Parvati and Luna had mentioned that their parents had discussed it a few times, but nothing had been settled as far as he knew. “So when have your parents decided to let you two get married?”
Parvati looked thrilled again and her sleek black tail stood at attention, vibrating ecstatically.
“At the end of summer, just before term starts,” she squeaked. “Mum and Dad are working on the arrangements with Luna’s dad--we were going to tell you when they’d finalised the arrangements. That means we’ll be emancipated too...”
“But we’re still going to do what our parents say by and large,” Luna added. “And I’m not sure that we’re really quite ready to be on our own yet--we won't have a place of our own to live...”
“Come and live with us...” Harry and Hermione blurted out eagerly in unison--both of them with eyes as big as saucers. They peered at each other and started laughing.
“What?” gasped Parvati. “You’re not serious...!?”
“Dora’s going to live with us when she’s not in school,” said Harry excitedly. “You and Luna can too. I’m not saying you shouldn’t visit your parents at Christmas and Easter mind you... I’m just saying that you’ll need a place to call your own when you’re married, where you can be with each other whenever you feel like it--and it might as well be with us...”
“We’ve got loads of room at our house,” Harry continued, “--well, we will have when things are back to normal anyway.”
“And even if not--if things aren’t back to ‘normal’ I mean,” Hermione said, passionately waving her fluffy ginger tail, “I think that eventually, we should all stay together anyway-- all of us... If we’re truly a Coven then we’re meant to be together, as a family.”
Dora’s eyes were as big and pleading as the Potters. Daphne and Fleur glanced at each other and nodded, clasping each other’s hands and smiling, knowing what they would do when the time came.
“Of course we’ll live with you and Hermione, Harry,” Luna purred, happily flicking her fluffy white tail. “We love you both. It just makes perfect sense.”
Parvati was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t speak and began to cry, She nodded vigorously and kissed Harry and Hermione wetly.
“What Luna said...” Parvati finally managed to croak, her sleek black tail undulating.
Jennifer swallowed and folded into herself slightly, not entirely certain what was happening, not sure whether she belonged, not sure what she was ready for. She was only just getting used to the idea of having good friends again and of Hestia being more or less her new mum.
Harry glanced at Jennifer, not needing Hermione to tell him how awkward Jennifer felt right now.
“When Hermione said everyone, she meant you too Jennifer,” Harry smiled gently and earnestly, taking Jennifer’s hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze.
“You’re one of us now... Whenever you’re ready, we're all here for you,” Hermione purred and gave Jennifer a hug.

AN: Response to review:
@ Geordie Lad: Haha! :D ...no vendetta. Your "suggestion" just happened to fit my needs for another somewhat known Muggle Target... It can't always be London. ;-)
@ Starr: Don't worry, the Malfoy's will both get what's coming to them eventually...
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