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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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It was a very soggy Dumbledore who sighed when Harry informed him of the turn of events. He turned and addressed the others as they retaliated against the dwindling legion of Snatchers below. He had to shout to be heard over the rainstorm and the barrage of spells being shot back and forth.
“Filius, Kingsley--Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange are inside the castle with Fenrir Greyback and several others. Neville Longbottom and Miss Weasley have apparently taken it upon themselves to seek after Bellatrix...”
“I should go...” Sirius interjected forcefully. “She's my cousin--I know how she thinks!”
Dumbledore considered for a moment, then he nodded. “Right, you and Kingsley then--Filius shall remain here instead.... Please be aware, I have notified the others and also dispatched Bill Weasley and Hagrid after the infiltrators...”

~o0o~

Harry couldn’t believe the number of Undead. Where were the Hordes all coming from? Another troop of reanimated corpses lunged forward, piling up against the side of the castle, once more using each other as ladders. At Harry's direction, the remaining Coven members recast their Patronuses and several hundred more Inferi turned into bones, and ash which washed away quickly in the rain.
Each time a wave of Inferi were destroyed, another battalion of them charged forth. The five young wizards at the top of the Astronomy Tower kept blasting at the Giants and Trolls while waiting for the next wave to form.
The Snatchers continued firing their own spells at the castle, frustration setting in as the walls of Hogwarts refused to submit to destruction, and trepidation setting in as the wizards at the top of the Astronomy tower demolished the monsters. Mcnair and several Snatchers tried to get in some shots at whomever was at the top of the tower, but the spells being fired from some of the First Floor windows of Hogwarts prevented them from getting a clear shot.
After what seemed like hours, the great hordes of Inferi were reduced to no more than a few stragglers, and the last Giant at the front of the castle keeled over, causing a minor earthquake.
The Snatchers and Lycans needed to get inside the castle, but for that, they needed to take out Hogwarts’ forward defences and create a breach. Lightning flickered again directly overhead, and a thunderclap rumbled through the grounds. As it faded, several squads of Snatchers darted forward across the muddy lawn, using the mist and the bodies of fallen Giants and Trolls as cover.
One team focused their fire on the Ground Floor windows while other teams targeted the parapets of the Astronomy tower and the windows of the First Floor above, through which the Order were returning fire.
The five Coven members fell back from the Astronomy tower balustrade and gasped for air as spells from below rebounded harmlessly off the battlements, finally allowing themselves a breather.
“What’s next Harry?” asked Luna as she flopped through the entrance of the Astronomy classroom, dragging her soggy tail through the puddles.
“We can’t just let the Order handle the wizards and werewolves by themselves...” Parvati said, shaking the rainwater off her own tail vigorously.
“And we’re not.... going to...” panted Harry. “That’s why I told you to bring your brooms--we can’t stay here anyway. We’re a sitting target now... so we’ll take the fight to them and distract them for the Order...”
“We are going to bombard zem from above?” gasped a dripping Fleur. Daphne’s eyes widened as she pushed the wet strands of hair out of her face with her fingers.
“Yeah, you’re all good flyers now...” Harry nodded, “and on the Firebolts we’ll be moving too fast for them to draw a bead on easily. Still, be careful out there, and watch me for the cues...”

~o0o~

“They’ve split up,” groaned Hermione as she looked at the map, her furry tail wagging in agitation. “...the infiltrators I mean--they’ve split into smaller teams. Neville is heading right for Bellatrix and Ginny isn’t far behind him...”
“Ve must hurry zen...” said Viktor. Dora nodded in agreement.
“But keep an eye out--Wormtail and his team are nearby...” Hermione glanced at Jennifer, “in fact they’re unavoidable unless we go back the way we came...”
Jennifer nodded and took a breath to steady herself. She was as ready as she would ever be.
“Stop...” Hermione whispered. Dora and Viktor halted in their tracks on the other side of the corridor junction. Hermione’s furry tail quivered... she could smell him--Wormtail.
A bolt of magic lit up the intersection and a small blast rocked it, filling the corridors with smoke. Hermione and Jennifer were cut off from Dora and Viktor.
“Go...” Hermione yelled through the smoke at Dora and Viktor, “Find Neville and Ginny before Bellatrix Lestrange does--we’ve got this...”
“No,” Viktor shouted back, “I vill not go anyvere wizout you both..”
Dora grabbed Viktor’s arm, “I’ll keep goin’ after the other two--you ‘elp Hermione and Jennifer, alright?”
Viktor could see the determination in Dora’s eyes and nodded, “Go zen, and hurry...”

~o0o~

Ginny finally caught up with Neville as he entered the dungeons.
“Ginny, go back,” Neville said angrily. “I need to do this... But I don't want you to get hurt!”
“No,” Ginny retorted, her eyes brimming with tears “We’re in this together Neville... I’m not letting you face her alone.”
An explosion to their left caught their attention. Ginny and Neville whirled to see Bellatrix Lestrange and three Snatchers standing with their wands all trained on the pair of them. Bellatrix returned her Foe-Glass to a pocket in her robes.
“Well, well, well...” Bellatrix cackled, “If it isn’t two little lovebirds. Oh my, my--how sweet...”
“Bellatrix Lestrange,” Neville muttered, glowering at the evil witch.
“Do I know you?” Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, “Why yes--I believe I do. You’re the Longbottom boy aren’t you? Oh yes... I had lots of fun with your parents.”
“I know you did, you hag...” Neville snarled.
“Tut, tut, such language for such a little bitty boy,” Bellatrix giggled madly. “I think your mouth needs to be washed out with soap.”
Neville couldn’t dodge the spell or get a shield up in time. He sputtered as his mouth filled with foam.
“Reducto,” Ginny screamed. But Bellatrix and the Snatchers dodged the spell and it disintegrated a 17th century vase on a shelf instead.
Ginny shouted another spell, “Bombarda!” and the Dark Wizards scattered as they returned fire. Ginny ducked into an alcove in the nick of time as their spells collided with the wall.
Furiously spitting out suds, Neville aimed his wand as Bellatrix darted into his line of fire to avoid being hit by Ginny’s spell.
“Avada Kedavra,” yelled Neville, hot tears running down his burning cheeks.
Bellatrix shrugged off the green sparks from Neville’s wand, and her laugh sent chills up his spine.
“Silly boy! Is that all the little bitty baby has? You need a bit more than righteous anger to do any damage my dear boy. You can't just wish someone was dead--you need to really feel it in your bones! And above all, you need control. Allow me to demonstrate...”

~o0o~

Wormtail and his team had made it as far as the Fifth Floor. His nose told him that several wizards were nearby... and he recognised the scents of at least two of them. Wormtail furrowed his brow in consternation. One of the scents shouldn’t be here at Hogwarts at all.
Wormtail gestured at the junction at the end of the hallway, and the Snatchers nodded in acknowledgment. Two of them cast bombardas at the intersection and it exploded.
Viktor Krum stepped through the haze and fired a bombarda of his own, making himself visible to draw Wormtail and the Snatchers away from Hermione and Jennifer. Wormtail threw up a shield spell just in time to block it.
Two of the Snatchers gave chase after Viktor, and spells began ricocheting through the corridor, knocking over suits of armour and shattering busts when Wormtail and the other Snatcher began exchanging spells with Hermione and Jennifer.
The two young witches dashed back down the corridor they had come through and found themselves on the veranda in the Hall of Staircases, haphazardly aiming spells behind them as they ran. A tripping jinx felled Jennifer and Hermione tumbled over her, landing on all fours, wand still in hand. Hermione’s furry ears caught two people yelling expelliarmus and her wand flew from her fingers over the side of the balcony along with Jennifer’s.
Two more Snatchers appeared in the passage.
“He got away,” one of them said to Wormtail.
“Don’t worry for now,” Wormtail grinned as he eyed Jennifer and Hermione. He couldn't believe his good fortune. “We’ll deal with him when we catch up with him. In the meantime there are these two...”
Wormtail and the three Snatchers leered at Jennifer and the young Cat-witch, who were now both disarmed.
“You may as well give it up my pretties,” Wormtail chortled evilly as he pointed his wand at them. “You’re both mine now...”
Jennifer froze, momentarily petrified in terror. Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she calculated the distance.
In a blur of motion, Hermione flipped in the air as Parvati had taught her during the Triwizard Tournament. With her cat-like reflexes and retractable claws she managed to gouge Wormtail’s face as she soared by him. Wormtail’s wand clattered to the floor as he palmed his face with both hands and howled in pain.
The 3 Snatchers tried to fire curses at the furry tawny and orange blur, but they were too slow. One of the Snatchers hit another with the green bolt of magic which he had aimed at Hermione. The second Snatcher keeled over and the light in his eyes faded. The remaining two Snatchers kept firing spells at the cat-witch and missing as pieces of decor exploded.
Hermione air-flipped again and whipped her bushy tail around one of the Snatchers’ necks. As she rolled and tumbled, the Snatcher went crashing into the last one. The momentum carried both Snatchers over the side of the veranda and they fell 6 Floors to their deaths.
Hermione landed on her feet facing Wormtail. He had managed to pull himself together and find his wand and now he had Jennifer in his clutches with his wand pressed under her neck. Blood dripped from the deep claw-marks gouged in Wormtail’s face and he was livid.
“Try that again you little Cat-Whore,” Wormtail snarled, “and the slag dies.”
A pilot-light clicked on inside Jennifer and her terror vanished as a furnace of fury burst into flame in her gut. Jennifer jabbed her elbow savagely into Ratface’s large, soft belly. Ratface groaned and doubled-over in pain. His wand went flying again, but this time it too disappeared over the edge of the Veranda.
Something snapped inside Hermione as well. This was the disgusting mass murderer who had been responsible for the death of Harry’s parents and who had kept Jennifer as his sex-slave for months. Hermione had never hated someone as much as she hated Wormtail--except for perhaps Gilderoy Lockhart.
Hermione knew that the Chinese Symbols didn’t make them completely invulnerable, but they had even staved off the worst effects of the non-incendiary blasting spells during practice; perhaps they would be strong enough for her crazy idea. Hermione took the chance and charged at Wormtail who still had Jennifer in his grasp, all of them crashing into the railing.
The bannister broke and the three of them fell from the balcony. The last thought which went through Wormtail's head as the floor rushed up at him was one of utter disbelief.
Professor Remus Lupin heard the fighting above and paused in casting curses through one of the First Floor windows at the Snatchers, Werewolves--and now Acromantulas as well--who were rushing in to get closer to the castle, now that most of the monsters were down for the count.
Lupin dashed across the First Floor veranda from the window and peered up 4 floors. For the umpteenth time tonight, Lupin wished that he had the sort of control that Born Lycans and Animagi had, instead of this wretched Lycanthropy--this Werewolf Curse--uncontrollable, except with medicine, like a disease.
Without a full moon, Lupin was only a wizard, but with a full moon he was nothing but a beast in agony, unable to discern friend from foe. The Trueborn Clans were descendants of Wolf Animagi... or so they claimed. Though only a minority of Born Werewolves ever displayed any Wizarding abilities, just the same as everyone else, so nobody really knew the truth for certain.
If Lupin could have “wolfed up,” he would have bounded up the staircases in seconds, but all he could do was watch in horror as three people tumbled--in slow motion--from a splintering balcony 4 floors above him all the way to the Ground Floor below.
“NOOOOO...!” screamed Remus Lupin as he charged down a staircase to the Ground Floor.
He was shocked when he saw one of the surely broken bodies crawling towards another one which was stirring to sit up.
“Professor Lupin... we’re alright,” Hermione shouted, waving her bushy tail weakly as she cuddled Jennifer several metres away from another crumpled form on the floor.
“Thank goodness you’re both alive!” Lupin gasped, thrilled to see the two girls apparently none the worse for wear. “How did you...? You fell six floors...!”
“Chinese Protection Symbols...” Hermione’s words were cut with wracks of pain. “Tattoos... Harry painted them on us... We’ll both be fine... I meant to push us all over... only way to get him...”
Hermione trailed off into a long groan. Every inch of her body hurt. At least she could move everything. Nothing seemed to be broken--though there would certainly be a lot of bruising. Jennifer sobbed in Hermione's arms and the Cat-witch curled her tail around the girl as well to comfort her.
“I froze...” wailed the dark haired girl. “I saw him--and I froze!”
“Ssssh... but then you unfroze, Jennifer,” Hermione reassured Jennifer with a kiss on the lips. Jennifer stopped crying, and melted into the kiss.
“We could both be dead if you hadn’t,” Hermione continued when her lips released Jennifer's. “You gave me the moment I needed to get the drop on the Bastard.”
Eyes wide open, her heart racing, Jennifer peered at Hermione and touched her own lips in wonderment. She had never really understood how Hermione always seemed to know exactly what she was feeling. Jennifer had needed a kiss and Hermione had just known--she had felt Jennifer's need and just reacted. Suddenly Jennifer lurched forward and returned Hermione’s kiss, closing her eyes. Moments later Jennifer leaned back slightly.
“Thank you Hermione!” Jennifer whispered. “I’m alive--and Ratface is dead! You kept your promise...”
Professor Lupin tried to ignore the young witches' intimate moment and drew closer to the crumpled, unmoving “Bastard” to see who he was. The neck of the rotund wizard on the ground appeared to be bent at an unnatural angle, a crimson pool spreading on the floor under the head. The familiar looking wizard's dead eyes were still open wide with shock. Lupin gasped when he saw the bloodied face.
It was Peter Pettigrew. Dead of a caved in skull and broken neck!
Remus Lupin’s eyes narrowed and he nodded in satisfaction. The manner of Wormtail’s death was fitting for someone who had betrayed his friends and participated in so much killing and torment--the Avada Kedavra too easy and painless. Lupin allowed himself a few moments to savour the moment that Wormtail's role in the murder of Lily and James Potter had been avenged by their son's wife.
A moment later Remus realised that his own face was wet with tears and turned his back on Peter's inert form. Remus stalked over to examine the other two bodies on the ground nearby, neither of which he recognised.
Hermione accioed her wand, and then the map which had fallen nearby. As Hermione pored over the map, her bushy tail bottlebrushed and her breath caught.
“Professor Lupin, quickly,” Hermione squeaked, “We’ve got to get to the Third Floor--Lockhart and Fenrir Greyback are closing in on Dora...”

~o0o~

Gilderoy Lockhart had a girl with ash-brown hair in his sights but he hesitated. He had reacted in the nick of time and disarmed her after nearly running into the girl as he rounded a corner. She was young and pretty--such a waste. And besides which, Lockhart really wasn’t very comfortable with the actual killing part of being a Death Eater. He’d managed to avoid it so far by leaving it to the Snatchers and Lycans in the Dark Lord's Army whenever he had gone on raids.
Truth be told, Gilderoy was quite squeamish about killing; which was why he had developed his ‘Charm, Capture, Obliviate, and Release’ strategy at a young age.
“Kill her and be done with it...” snarled Fenrir Greyback.
Well, there was a first time for everything, reasoned Lockhart. Better the girl with ash-brown hair than himself.
Gilderoy leered at Dora, “Sorry Love, nothing personal! I prefer The Living to The Dead--but... well, I prefer being among The Living myself, so I’m afraid this is good-bye... Avada Keda...”
A scuffling noise caught Lockhart’s attention.
“YOU!” Greyback roared at one of the figures in the hallway junction.
Lockhart’s momentary distraction was all that Dora needed; she silently reached out her hand and her wand skimmed across the floor in an instant. Lockhart looked back too late.
Fire burned in Dora’s eyes; a rage she had channeled into being an Auror-in-Training, a rage which she had forgotten she still had within her in the time that she had grown closer to the Potters and the rest of the Coven.
It was the rage which had nearly got her expelled from Hogwarts for unleashing it on the boy who had assaulted her first girlfriend. And it was a rage fueled by the pain she felt for every one of Lockhart’s young victims--wizard and muggle alike.
The controlled rage exited Dora’s wand in an arc of green lightning and Lockhart fell to the floor, dead.
It all happened so fast. Dora heard Hermione screaming Professor Lupin’s name and looked up to see Lupin struggling underneath Greyback, who was wolfing up. Lupin was losing the battle because it wasn’t the full moon and he was only a Turned Werewolf .
Another green arc of magic shot from tip of Dora’s wand, hitting Fenrir Greyback in his side; he collapsed on top of Lupin. Lupin kicked his feet up and pushed the dead half-transformed Lycan off himself with a grunt.
“Th... thanks Tonks...” Lupin gasped. “I’m sorry... I let him get too close. He was on me before I could curse him...”
“Don’t worry about it Lupin,” Dora replied, panting heavily. “Thank you! ...All o’ you--If you and Hermione and Jennifer hadn’t arrived right now... I’d be a goner...”
Dora had never killed anyone before, and it was unnerving to say the least to realise that she had it in her. But she was alive and Lupin was alive.
And Jennifer and Hermione were alive; Dora spied the same hollowness in their eyes and somehow she knew that Wormtail was dead. The three young witches flung themselves on each other and embraced tearfully.
Remus Lupin smiled and turned away to give them a moment to themselves. He heard a voice calling him and turned to see Bill Weasley running up.
“Is everyone alright Remus? Who’s that on the ground?” Bill gasped. “Merlin! ...Is that who I think it is?”
“Fenrir Greyback and Gilderoy Lockhart,” Remus nodded. “Tonks got them both...”

AN: Just a brief reminder, I have revisioned werewolves a bit for the purposes of this fic.
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