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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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“Protego,” shouted Neville as Bellatrix Lestrange’s spell exited her wand and the three Snatchers converged on the alcove which Ginny was hiding in. But Neville’s shield spell wasn’t strong enough to block Bellatrix’s Cruciatus Curse and he collapsed with a scream, dropping his wand and writhing on the floor in agony.
“Neville!” shrieked Ginny.
One of the Snatchers took advantage of Ginny’s distraction, and disarmed her, sending her wand clattering down the dungeon corridor.
“Bring the girl to me,” Bellatrix snapped.
“No... please,” moaned Neville, “Don’t hurt her. Hurt me instead...”
“My, my! How noble of you Longbottom!” Bellatrix snickered, “Oh I will hurt you... yes I will. This is just playtime for me, but for you, this will be a demonstration of what it takes to really cause someone pain or kill them. You have to really enjoy it my dear boy...”
Moments before she did it, Neville had a horrible feeling that he knew what Bellatrix Lestrange was going to do next. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Bellatrix aimed her wand at Ginny.
“Expulso,” someone yelled.
A blast of energy launched into the corridor startling Bellatrix. She staggered back against the wall and the spell hit the Snatchers, knocking them all off their feet. Ginny scrambled back into the alcove, her heart pounding against the wall of her chest.
Every nerve ending was still on fire, but Neville used every ounce of his will to focus and summon his wand. Strong hands pulled him to his feet and Neville finally got a look at his rescuer.
“Th...thanks Viktor,” Neville stammered.
“You are velcome,” Viktor responded, dragging Neville behind a pillar.
“Ginny...” Neville groaned, sweating anxiously.
“Don’t vorry,” said Viktor, “I haff reinforcements...”
The Snatchers shook their heads clear and looked up at the entrance to the dungeons to see who else had just arrived. One of the Snatchers raised their wand, only to be hit by a bolt of green lightning coming from the doorway. The other two clambered to their feet and took off running.
Bellatrix’s eyes went wide as she peered around a corner
“Sirius!” she gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello dear cousin,” Sirius said drily. “Are you prepared to give up quietly? Or are you going to force me to kill you?”
“Kill me?” Bellatrix cackled. “You must be joking. You’re one of Dumbledore’s. You forget how well I know you. You don’t have it in you...”
“Really?” Sirius responded with a cold voice. “Two of your compatriots have deserted you, but look there...”
Bellatrix looked to see where Sirius was pointing and spied the unmoving Snatcher lying on the floor. She narrowed her eyes, flaring her nostrils as reality sank in.
“You’ll never take me,” hissed Bellatrix. Thick smoke poured out of the end of her wand, blocking Sirius’s line of sight.
Sirius shot another bolt of green lightning through the billowing clouds, missing by a wide margin. Bellatrix had darted into another dungeon tunnel, but from his vantage point, Neville still had eyes on her.
Another curse came to mind, one which he had heard Harry discussing with Hermione when they thought Neville wasn’t listening. They had both decided that the curse might be too dangerous and too advanced to teach him and Ginny just yet, but Neville remembered the incantation.
“Sectumsempra,” Neville snarled, hoping that his aim was true; the running witch was almost out of sight. He heard a scream and knew that he had hit Bellatrix, but the receding sound of her footfalls on the stone floors told him that she was still on her feet.
The smoke cleared and Neville ran to the alcove where Ginny was still trembling.
“Ginny!” Neville sobbed, throwing his arms around her. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have tried to go after her. I thought... no. I mean I wasn’t thinking at all... I just...”
“Sssh Nev!” Ginny said comfortingly as she clutched Neville tightly. “I’m alright... I understand--if she’d done to my parents what she did to yours, I would’ve done exactly the same thing.”
Ginny kissed Neville fiercely to show him that she meant it and he reciprocated. When they parted he felt much better, and they both looked for Ginny's wand.
Viktor and Sirius strode down the dungeon passage which Bellatrix had taken to the next junction. But she was nowhere to be seen. All they found was a pool of blood on the stone floor and scarlet splatter dripping down the rocky wall.
“Damn!” Sirius swore. “She’s in these tunnels somewhere, and so are two of Voldemort’s men. We’ve got to find them. I’ll get Hagrid and Kingsley down here immediately...”
“Here is her vand,” said Viktor. “She must haff dropped it ven she got hit wiz Neville’s curse.”
“Good,” Sirius nodded. “I’ll give it to Dumbledore later.” Sirius glanced at the blood again, then peered down the corridor at Neville in surprise.
“That was quite a curse indeed,” muttered Sirius. “I never would have guessed that Longbottom had it in him...”

~o0o~

Harry swore when he spied Acromantulas swarming from the Forbidden Forest to join the Dark Wizards fighting below. He soared through the driving rain above the field of battle at the front of the castle, firing explosive spells at the Wizards, Werewolves, and enormous Arachnids.
He zigged and zagged to avoid the curses being fired back at him. Fleur and Daphne circled above the lawn blasting away as well. Members of the Order continued shooting their own spells from the castle windows. Luna and Parvati swooped towards the Forbidden Forest, using every spell they could think of to cut the Acromantulas off.
It seemed to be working. The Acromantulas emerging from the forest saw the bodies of their brethren piling up and doubled back, thinking better of it. As much as they enjoyed the flesh of humans, they preferred living.
But then Harry’s worst fear came true. Dark Wizards were in the forest. He saw a spell hit Luna’s broom and it spiraled into the woods. Panic clutched Harry’s chest and he put on a burst of speed towards Parvati.
“Down there,” Parvati screamed when she spotted Harry flying towards her. “I saw her go down right there.”
“Right then,” Harry gasped. “I’m going in...”
“I’m coming too!” Parvati stated adamantly. Harry knew there was no time to argue. A flash of lightning over the castle made Parvati’s determined features all too clear.
“Alright,” Harry swallowed in trepidation. “Together then... But be careful. There are obviously more Wizards, and probably Werewolves in there too.”
Harry and Parvati didn’t want to provide whomever had struck Luna’s broomstick with another target, so they flew low just above the trees, coming from a different direction, and then dismounted near where Luna had crashed.
Rain streamed from the trees as they crept quietly through the sodden underbrush. The sounds of hooves and howling Werewolves nearby could be heard until another thunderclap drowned them out.
Harry’s heart beat loudly in his ears. He spied several wizards in a clearing ahead. A branch cracked to his left and Harry spun around, shoving Parvati behind him. Harry didn’t recognise the spell which he took for Parvati. The last thing Harry saw before he blacked out was a slashing wand and a burst of purple flame.

~o0o~

Theodore Nott tromped through the woods along the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, panting heavily when he heard a crashing in the branches above him. A body and a broken broomstick tumbled to the ground. He wiped the rain out of his eyes and ran forward to see who it was.
Nott recognised the dirty blonde hair, white cat ears, and now quite muddy white bedraggled cat-tail. Luna Lovegood? What was she doing here at school in the summer? Nott didn’t have time to think though.
“Over here... The witch went down over here somewhere,” a voice called out.
Panicking, Nott did the only thing he could think of. He picked up Luna’s inert form under her arms and dragged her into the wet bushes. Shaking with fear, Nott stayed as silent as he could under the dripping canopy of the bushes as he watched the feet of several wizards stalking by.
“I see a broomstick, but I don’t see the witch,” another voice shouted.
“Never mind that, we’ve got Potter,” someone else gloated. “Forget the witch. She probably broke ‘er neck when she fell. That was a hard crash.”
“You’ve got Potter? Are you certain?”
“Yeah! It’s ‘im alright. I’d recognise ‘im anywhere. The Dark Lord’ll be real pleased about this...”
“Good, because he’s right livid at the moment, the way this battle’s been going.”
Nott waited for the happy wizards to leave, then he carefully pulled Luna out of the bushes and examined her as rivulets of rainwater poured onto them from the trees above.
“Please don’t be dead...” Nott gasped.
Images from the day he had groped Luna and Parvati with Draco and the other Slytherins flashed before his eyes along with an image of a little blonde girl lying half-naked in the snow with Draco on top of her, and Nott felt an overwhelming wave of shame.
“Please don’t be dead!” Nott repeated with a sob.
Trembling, Nott put his ear to Luna’s chest. He fell back with a sigh of relief. Luna was still breathing.
“Get away from her, you lousy cretin,” snarled an angry witch. Nott whirled around and spied Parvati bearing down on him, her black tail undulating wildly.
“No, you don’t understand...” Nott moaned.
“What’s to understand? That’s my girlfriend you’re pawing at again,” Parvati's black tail quivered and bristled with rage, as she tried to decide which spell to use.
Parvati swallowed as her stomach tightened. She had thought herself prepared to kill any Death Eater or Dark Wizard she came across--especially someone like Nott. But finding herself face to face with him--and he didn’t even have his wand out--the idea of it just made her feel ill. It wasn’t the same as firing curses at people attacking her in the heat of battle.
“Please...” whimpered Nott, “I was just...”
“Shut up! Don’t even...” Tears began to stream down Parvati’s cheek as she saw Luna lying there, unmoving. Parvati didn’t know if Luna was alive or dead.
Parvati badly wanted to hurt Nott, but her hand wouldn’t stop shaking. Why was this so hard? It should be easy. Finally something snapped inside of her and Parvati began to flick her wand.
“Parvati, stop...” Luna weakly said as she began to stir and her eyes fluttered open.
Parvati gasped and nearly dropped her wand, “Luna, what...?”
“Nott saved me,” Luna groaned in pain as she sat up.
“No... that can’t be...” Parvati glared at Nott who remained as still as possible. “You were out cold Luna--I thought you were dead. How would you even know...?”
“I was knocked out when I crashed through the trees,” Luna replied calmly. “But as my brain began working again I heard the Snatchers looking for me, and Nott pulled me into the bushes so that they wouldn’t find me--I would be dead if Nott hadn’t saved me...”
Still not sure whether to believe Luna, Parvati slowly lowered her wand as she continued to scowl, her wet furry black ears and tail twitching furiously. Theodore Nott let out his breath in relief, and burst into tears.
“I’m sorry!” Theodore sobbed, “I’m sorry for everything... I know I deserve whatever you were going to do to me. I... I know that what I did was wrong...”
Seeing that Nott no longer appeared to be a threat, Parvati allowed a surge of relief to flow through her and ran to Luna’s side. Parvati began to cry herself as she flung her arms and slick black tail around Luna who was smiling serenely now.
“I thought... I really thought you were dead,” Parvati wept. Luna wrapped her own muddy cat tail around Parvati and pulled her into a kiss while Nott continued to sob.
“Where’s Harry?” Luna asked when the kiss ended.
“We have to go find him,” Parvati looked stricken. “I’m sure he’s still alive--I heard the Snatchers say so. They took him... We have to get him back.”
“We can’t do this by ourselves,” Luna said reasonably. “Do you have a mirror?”
Parvati nodded.
“Call Dumbledore then,” Luna murmured. “We’ll need whatever help we can get.”

~o0o~

As the blackness of the stormy night turned to grey, the Headmaster realised that dawn was approaching. He was astounded that the walls of Hogwarts remained unbreached. Albus Dumbledore knew that the Coven’s ‘upgrades’ had been expansive, but he hadn’t expected them to hold out indefinitely.
The legion of wizards who had attacked Hogwarts from the mountainside were now strewn in puddles across the meadow behind the castle. No longer needed at the back of the castle, Dumbledore and the rest of those defending the rear had joined those at the front. He noted with satisfaction that the ranks of the attackers which were still standing there, were greatly diminished.
He was astonished that the Coven had wiped out what appeared to be the remains of several thousand Inferi. A dozen Giants and numerous Trolls also lay broken and defeated on the lawn. But a growing anxiety gnawed at the Headmaster when he only spied Misses Delacour and Greengrass flying above.
That fear was realised when he received the mirror-call from Parvati Patil. Hagrid, Sirius Black, and Viktor Krum were still searching the dungeons for Bellatrix and her companions. Dumbledore knew that the task was his own, but he needed backup.
“Severus, I require your assistance,” Dumbledore called out. “Voldemort has Harry.”
The blood drained from Snape’s already exceedingly pale face.
“Then you shall require more than my help,” Snape replied.
“Indeed, I have summoned Bill Weasley and Remus as well.”
“Have you informed Mrs Potter?” Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dumbledore looked troubled and his chest tightened; he swallowed anxiously. Snape saw the unwillingness to put Hermione Potter in harm’s way once again in the Headmaster’s eyes, and he sighed.
“You must...” Severus began. An eerie loud hiss of a voice echoed through Hogwarts, and everyone within and without the castle stilled.

~o0o~

The Dark Lord was wild with rage. Hours had passed, and except for those who had entered through the secret tunnels from Hogsmeade, his forces had yet to gain entrance to the castle, and his army was crumbling.
The Centaurs had routed the Lycans, and those Werewolves which remained alive were now scattered throughout the Forbidden Forest being hunted. All of the Dark Lord’s plans were turning to dust. This made no sense. Where had he gone wrong?
But as dawn broke, Antonin Dolohov, Thorfinn Rowle and several Snatchers burst into the clearing which held Lord Voldemort and his entourage. Voldemort saw that they carried an unconscious figure, and he dared to hope again.
“My Lord, I bear a gift...” Dolohov bowed before his master. “I have the Potter boy.”
Voldemort was flanked by Crabbe, Goyle, and his remaining Dementors which numbered no more than a baker’s dozen, Nagini curled at his feet. The Dark Lord nodded and a thin smile crept to his lips. With Harry Potter in his hands, Lord Voldemort’s plans could yet be salvaged.
“Good, good... Bring the boy to me,” hissed the Dark Lord. “You have done well. I shall reward you handsomely when this is finished.”
Dolohov and Rowle lay Harry Potter down on a makeshift altar before their master as the rain finally began to ease. The Dark Lord readied his ceremonial dagger, which had been specifically enchanted to absorb the lifeforce and magic of the victim, and transfer it to the owner of the blade.
Voldemort chuckled. It was time to make his announcement. Touching his wand to his own throat, the Dark Lord’s voice carried through the grounds of Hogwarts.
“Harry Potter is mine,” Lord Voldemort boasted. “Give up the castle and bow down before me, and I may spare him--But if you do not, I shall take his life and his power, and kill every last one of you with his magic added to my own. You have 5 minutes to decide how you want this to be concluded.”
The Dark Lord chortled. He wasn’t going to wait 5 minutes. He was going to end the Potter line right here and now, and put the bane of his existence out of his mind once and for all. Voldemort raised his dagger and drove it downwards.
Voldemort’s ceremonial dagger shattered when it hit Harry Potter’s ribcage. The resultant release of magic radiated explosively in a concentric circle which knocked everyone in the glade into the mud except for the Dementors.
Harry bolted awake with a gasp of pain and saw the Dementors swarming around him as he heard a number of apparition cracks. Harry could hear Hermione screaming his name. He didn’t know what was happening, but Harry knew he wasn’t going to lose his soul to a Dementor’s Kiss.
Remus Lupin had apparated closest to Harry and began to cast his Patronus. But Harry and Hermione beat him to it.
“Expecto Patronum,” Harry and Hermione both roared.
The last of the Dementors shattered in the crossfiring Patronuses, and Lupin was caught by the shockwave of light. The radiant, spectral Lion and Lioness bounded towards Lupin and bowled him over. Harry leapt to his feet.
“Professor Lupin,” Harry gasped, terrified that his and Hermione’s Patroni might have had some sort of ill effects on the Werewolf professor, “Are you alright?”
Lupin appeared dazed for a moment, then he grinned up at Harry.
“Never better,” said Remus giddily as the euphoria washed through him.
Everyone but Lupin was startled when Voldemort shrieked and rose in a wisp of black smoke.
“You think this is over?” the Dark Lord screamed. “I am the Master of Death. I am Lord Voldemort and you shall all fall before my might...”
Voldemort soared above the trees into the early morning sun which was now peeking through a cloudbreak above the mountaintops. Everyone stood dumbfounded as they watched Voldemort fly without the aid of a broomstick. Nagini slithered off into the woods.
Albus Dumbledore winked at the flabbergasted Boy-Who-Lived-Yet-Again, “Don’t worry Harry. I’ve got this...”
A white cloud swirled around Dumbledore and lifted him into the air. Dumbledore ascended rapidly and disappeared above the trees.
Hermione flung herself on Harry as tears of happiness streamed down her glowing cheeks, her fluffy ginger tail tightening around him.
“Harry... you’re alive!” squeaked Hermione.
“Was there ever any doubt?” Harry grinned.
“Prat!” Hermione retorted before she snogged Harry silly.
Severus Snape, Bill Weasley, and Remus Lupin all looked away as the young couple continued to embrace. An apparent thunderclap took everyone by surprise, as the rain was little more than a light shower now, and more gaps could be seen in the clouds through the trees.
“Come on,” Lupin beckoned. He grasped Harry and Hermione and the three of them vanished with a crack.
Moments later they reappeared on the front lawn of the castle where the few Snatchers still standing had thrown down their wands and were surrendering to the defenders of Hogwarts. Everyone looked up at the sky where a rainbow was forming.
A black cloud and a white cloud appeared to be in battle as bolts of multicoloured lightning arced between them. They swirled around each other and there was one final boom which shook the Grounds of Hogwarts. The Black Cloud descended rapidly and hit the lawn with a solid thump.

AN: Response to reviews:
@ Anon: I know I can't please everyone all the time. But I appreciate that you're enjoying the bits that you do. :-) Thanks for your review.
@ Starr: Thanks so much for your continued reviews. :-) Hang in there. I know things can get a little hairy for the characters at times, but be assured, I like Happy Endings.
@ Vanessa Ravenwolf, Nichole=Hermione, and HPL: Thank you all. I'm thrilled you're all enjoying it so much.
@ HPL in particular: Hermione's tail is long, reaching from the coccyx to just above the top of her head, so on occasion, she curls it up and over Harry's shoulders. And yes, I'm thinking that things are pretty much set now, even for after the war.
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