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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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Part 4

The Masters of Death
“Tell me why this is a good idea again?” Bellatrix Lestrange nervously asked Hermione as they prepared to step into the fireplace of Number 12’s parlour. Hermione closed her eyes and kissed Bellatrix.
“Harry, you'll be just fine,” Hermione reassured the young Metamorphmagus, “Gringotts Bank is Sovereign Territory. The Ministry has no jurisdiction there. Aurors can’t arrest you even if they’re standing right next to you...”
Harry felt a lot more relaxed after sharing a kiss with Hermione, but he was still anxious as it was he who was impersonating a dangerous fugitive--the ex-consort of the more-or-less dead, once again defeated Lord Voldemort.
“...unless the goblins turn me in,” the wizard-who-looked-exactly-like-Bella-Lestrange sighed. “Yeah, I know Hermione--the Chairman of Gringotts and Ragnok have approved this operation. But I still don’t like it,”
“What if the other goblins catch us in the act and call in the Aurors? Obviously the Chairman and Ragnok must think that the rest of Gringotts’ Board of Directors wouldn’t approve if they’re only willing to let us get the last Horcrux through subterfuge...”
Hermione’s bushy ginger tail drooped slightly and her furry ears twitched pensively. It was all well and good having a positive attitude, but there was no getting around the truth.
“You’re absolutely right Harry,” Hermione nodded. “It is still risky. Obviously the Chairman and Ragnok want some measure of plausible denial for Gringotts Bank as a business entity should anything go wrong. They have a strong reputation for protecting their client’s interests at all costs to maintain...”
“Exactly...!” exclaimed Harry-Bellatrix sourly. “As long as they can blame us if we get caught, they don’t care...”
“Maybe,” Hermione interjected, “but you have to realise Harry, the Chairman and Ragnok have both put themselves on the block too--If we get caught, their careers are finished, and they would probably end up in a goblin prison.”
“Oh!” Harry-Bellatrix took pause. “I hadn’t thought of that... Yeah, I suppose I can take some comfort in knowing that those two really don’t want us to get nabbed then.”
Harry-Bellatrix snorted and shook her head resignedly “Alright then, I suppose I’m as ready as I’ll ever be... How do I look Hermione? I feel really weird in this dress...”
Hermione’s furry ears flicked as she gave Harry-Bellatrix a once-over. Hermione flushed slightly. There was something about Bellatrix Lestrange’s black dress with its cleavage revealing low-cut top, its leather straps, and witchy collar, which sent little shivers through Hermione--not entirely unpleasant shivers. She crossly suppressed the feeling.
“You look like Bellatrix,” Hermione said brusquely. “Now don’t forget to sneer...”
Hermione began to fling the invisibility cloak over herself, but Harry-Bellatrix stopped her.
“Wait... close your eyes again Hermione,” Harry said softly in his own voice. A calmness had settled over him, and he could sense Hermione’s upset.
“Whatever happens, I just want you to remember this...” Harry whispered, before kissing Hermione with Bellatrix Lestrange’s lips once more.
Hermione felt a warm glow swell inside her as the kiss deepened. Somehow, she knew that everything was alright--she could deal with whatever came their way as long as she was with Harry, whatever form he took. When the kiss was finished, Hermione stepped back and grinned with a naughty gleam in her golden-brown eyes.
“Harry, when this is over... I want that dress.”
Harry’s chortle turned into a cackle as his voice became Bellatrix Lestrange’s once again, and Hermione disappeared inside his invisibility cloak. Harry flung a handful of floo powder into the grate and stepped into the green flames with his invisible wife as he called out their destination clearly.
“Gringotts Bank, London Office, VIP Entrance...”

~o0o~

The odd assortment of muggles and wizards sitting around the kitchen table of Number 12 Grimmauld Place regarded the Headmaster keenly, looking for signs of anything which would indicate knowledge of the outcome of the Potters’ mission. Dumbledore sipped his tea, returning everyone’s gaze serenely.
As the kitchen clock’s hands slowly crawled by, Harry Potter's cousin Dudley grew fidgety.
“I’m bored Mum, can I watch the telly?” asked Dudley.
In truth, Dudley was extremely anxious that something bad was going to happen to Harry, and he wanted a distraction. Dudley’s mother, Petunia, glanced at Jean, Hermione’s mother, who was frowning slightly at the inappropriateness of Dudley’s interruption.
Joanne stopped gently rocking her baby and looked up. She could see immediately that her sister Jean was too wrapped up in her own anxiety about Hermione and her son-in-law, Harry Potter, to see what Dudley was going through at the moment.
“Go on dear,” Joanne said to Dudley gently. “Don’t mind the rest of us. Why don’t you go watch the television for a bit too, Susan dear...” Joanne turned to look at Susan Bones who was sitting next to her Aunt Amelia, “there’s no need for all of us to sit here like a load of lumpkins worrying ourselves silly.”
Petunia nodded gratefully at Joanne as Dudley slipped out of the kitchen. Susan glanced at her own Auntie. Madam Bones nodded her assent and Susan followed Dudley to the parlour.
The clock continued to tick interminably, and Mad Eye Moody began to drum his fingers on the kitchen table until Abby Brixton glowered at him. Moody wanted to curse and rant; the Potters should have been back by now. But he didn’t want to upset Hermione’s mother so he just sighed.
Suddenly there was a clattering of footsteps coming from the stairwell and Susan burst into the kitchen.
“Come quickly, something weird is going on...” Susan gasped, “The BBC is showing something flying over London--and it looks like a dragon. The Muggle news shouldn't have dragons... should it?”
Dumbledore sighed and followed everyone to the parlour; even the best laid plans could be spoiled when dragons were involved. Dumbledore peered at his hand-mirror hopefully and after another ten minutes had passed, he was rewarded when he heard his name being called and spied Hermione Potter’s disheveled visage in the glass.

~o0o~

Everything seemed to go well at first. None of the goblins dared to question Bellatrix Lestrange when she appeared in the VIP Fireplace and entered the main lobby of Gringotts. Harry couldn’t decide if the goblins were scared of Bellatrix, or just didn’t care that she was an escaped convict. They didn’t even bother to ask for Bellatrix’s wand.
Hermione stayed close to Harry-Bellatrix, under the invisibility cloak, hoping that nobody would bump into her. She and Harry were both startled when a witch grabbed Harry-Bellatrix’s arm.
“Oh my goodness, Bellatrix! How delightful to see you again after all these years... and looking ravishing as always. Clearly Azkaban didn’t do you any harm.”
Harry-Bellatrix looked wildly around for escape, but the witch seemed to be following their direction. He wasn’t certain that a sneer would be enough to put off the witch pawing at him. Harry surmised that the witch must be an old friend of Bellatrix.
“Er... I’m sorry. I’m dreadfully busy right now...” Harry-Bellatrix said curtly as she followed an old goblin named Bogrod to the vaults.
“Oh, no matter,” said the other witch cheerily, “Griphook and I are going to the vaults as well. We shall have all the time in the world to catch up on things. Surely it hasn’t been so long that you’ve forgotten that the Carrow vaults are right next to your own?”
“Alecto,” Hermione whispered directly into Harry-Bellatrix’s other ear.
Harry started when Hermione hissed the name in his ear. He didn’t know how Hermione knew, but he was sure that she was right. In any case, he had no time to challenge the information.
“Of... of course I haven’t forgotten--Alecto!” Harry inwardly breathed a sigh of relief that the witch accepted the name without hesitation.
The heavy iron doors to the vaults shut behind Harry-Bellatrix and Alecto Carrow as they followed the goblins to the carts which would take them to the lowest levels.
“Well, I see no reason not to share a cart then,” Alecto said with a husky voice as she leaned closer to the witch who she believed to be Bellatrix.
Harry-Bellatrix swallowed nervously as realisation dawned on him. If he wasn’t mistaken, Alecto and Bellatrix had at one time been intimate with each other. Harry groaned inwardly, wishing that Hermione was the metamorphmagus and that he was under the invisibility cloak. He had no idea how he was supposed to talk to a past lover not seen in well over a decade.
“Er... after you,” Harry-Bellatrix offered Alecto.
There was just enough room for Harry-Bellatrix to sit next to Alecto in the cart while the invisible Hermione sat squashed between him and the side with the door. The two Goblins clambered onto the front seats and settled in for the ride. Griphook turned around and glanced at the two witches, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
Harry needn’t have worried; Alecto carried the whole conversation during the entire trip through the labyrinthine tunnels under Gringotts. And some of the discussion turned out to be quite informative. Shortly before reaching their final destination, Alecto dropped the bombshell.
“Well, my dear Bella, I cannot tell you how pleased I am that you survived the Dark Lord’s misguided attempt to take Hogwarts by force. I was quite concerned when I heard that most of Azkaban’s Death Eaters met their unfortunate ends... as was Dolores,”
“Believe me, the Minister has no desire to see the Blood of the Pure spilled--and Dolores has a much better plan for revitalising Wizarding Britain and restoring Hogwarts to its former glory. Soon it will be time for all of the halfbloods to learn that their place in the natural order of things is to glorify the purest among us, and the Mudbloods will be purged from our race,”
“I have a message for you from Dolores herself which you will not see in the headlines of the Daily Prophet, nor hear on WNN. The Minister is offering a full-pardon to all Death Eaters and Snatchers who turn themselves in and agree to follow her lead. She is most pleased that you were not found among the dead at Hogwarts, and is hopeful that you will join her...”
“Er... yeah! Maybe...” mumbled Harry-Bellatrix. Thankfully the cart finally came to a halt and Bogrod called out Bellatrix’s name.
“My stop,” gasped Harry-Bellatrix, eager to escape. She managed to get the door open and let invisible Hermione out of the cart unnoticed, before stepping onto the platform herself. Bogrod opened Bellatrix’s vault and stood patiently next to the open door.
Alecto climbed out of the cart as well and took Bellatrix’s arm as if to enter the vault with her. Harry couldn’t think what to do. Under the invisibility cloak Hermione began to panic. She performed the first spell she could think of and whispered, “Imperio,” three times.
Harry-Bellatrix was surprised when Alecto’s eyes glazed over, and the two goblins stared blankly. Hermione whipped off the invisibility cloak and darted into Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault, her furry ears and bushy tail quivering with agitation.
“Quickly Harry,” Hermione moaned, “We don’t have much time at all. I’ve never performed that curse before, and I doubt it’ll hold very long...”
“Never mind Hermione,” Harry responded gratefully, “That was brilliant. I couldn’t think what to do at all... can you feel the Horcrux?”
“Yes... it’s right up there Harry.”
Harry looked to see where Hermione was pointing and groaned. A jewel encrusted golden goblet glittered in Hermione’s wandlight at the top of a high shelf. Harry would have to climb over armour and shields to reach it. He remembered the instructions which had been passed on from Ragnok, that Harry could touch nothing but the item he had come for.
Suddenly, Harry realised that he was floating up towards the cup and he glanced back at Hermione who was aiming her wand at him. He quickly grabbed the cup and Hermione lowered him back down.
“Thanks Hermione,” Harry gasped, “I’m glad you remembered wingardium leviosa...”
“I was going to use levicorpus from Snape’s book, but then I thought you might prefer not dangling upside down by your ankle...”
“You thought right,” Harry agreed as he dragged Hermione out of the vault, “Now we’ve just got to figure out how to get out of here before...”
It was too late. Griphook had shrugged off the Imperius Curse mere moments before Harry-Bellatrix had exited the vault. Griphook was nowhere to be seen, and many voices could be heard approaching in the distance. Only the still imperiused Bogrod and Alecto Carrow remained, oblivious to everything. Harry thrust Hufflepuff’s cup into Hermione’s bag, threw the invisibility cloak over Hermione, and they both ran the opposite direction from the nearing voices.
The corridor they had dashed into opened up into a cavern which they had spied from the cart as it trundled down to the last, deepest vaults under Gringotts. And chained up in the cavern was a pale, sad looking dragon. They both whirled around to find another way, but goblins and wizard security guards cut off their escape.
There was only one way out now.
“Hermione,” Harry-Bellatrix whispered to thin air, “do you trust me?”
“Of course Harry,” Hermione whispered back.
“Then climb up on the back of the dragon, now!”
Hermione didn’t question Harry’s mad idea. She just did as she was told and clambered up the steely scales onto the dragon’s back while Harry-Bellatrix fired several stunners at the yelling goblins and the wizards who returned fire, angering the dragon.
Harry-Bellatrix aimed her wand at the shackles which kept the dragon chained up and they shattered under the impact of her releasing spells. She leapt onto the dragon and hauled herself onto the dragon’s back right behind where she believed Hermione to be.
“Are you still there Hermione?” Harry-Bellatrix shouted over the roaring dragon.
“Yes,” Hermione squeaked.
“Hold on tight then, I think...”
But Harry-Bellatrix didn’t get a chance to get another word out. The bellowing dragon fired a burst of flame at the wizards shooting spells, and the goblins, scattering them. It took every ounce of strength just to keep hold of the horned ridges along the dragon’s spine as it unfurled and angrily whipped its tail, sweeping aside another group of goblins and wizards.
With another thunderous outburst, the dragon began to blast and claw its way up through the rocky tunnels to the surface. At intervals, Harry and Hermione aimed their own explosive spells to help the dragon widen the passage and finally it burst furiously through the heavy iron doors which led to the enormous main lobby of the bank.
Sensing the outside world near, the dragon reared up and leapt, spreading its wings. It soared and crashed straight through the ceiling as wizards and goblins ran screaming to avoid the falling debris.
Ragnok peered out of the door of his office in horror. This was almost a disaster. As he watched the dragon vanish into the morning clouds above London through the gaping hole in Gringotts’ ceiling, Ragnok did manage a small sigh of relief.
At least most of the cover story had remained intact. Now, the worst that anyone could say was that Bellatrix Lestrange had gone barmy while visiting her own vault and stolen a dragon.

AN: Response to reviews:
@ Starr: I hope the bank scene did not disappoint. :D
@ Damian Hallows: Thank you. It's very rewarding to know how much you are enjoying this fic. And to be perfectly clear, Jennifer is a full member of the Coven... she became one the day they turned her into a witch, she just didn't know it yet. Her joining in the sexual escapades isn't a requirement to be a member (just being loved by the rest of the Coven and having powers was enough), but she will be opening up more to intimate relations with the rest of the Coven gradually. :-)
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