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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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Daphne distractedly dipped the piece of toast in the runny yellow yolk of her boiled egg, hotly anticipating Harry and Hermione’s imminent arrival later that morning. Daphne glanced at Fleur beside her, and the others, wondering if they felt the same as she did. Sensing Daphne's disconcertion, Fleur put an arm around the younger girl and gave her a kiss.
“Soon Chérie,” Fleur murmured, “We shall all be togezzer again very soon my love.”
Daphne nodded and smiled at her girlfriend. She had missed the Potters more than she thought possible as they had only been gone for two days, but that wasn't really what was bothering her.
The afternoon before last, Dumbledore had cheerfully informed the Unaffiliated and their friends that the Potters’ mission had been a roaring success. Daphne was thrilled and relieved that the scourge of the wizard world was no more, with the surety that he would never return. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help feeling a bit empty and confused.
Daphne hadn’t expected to feel a bit lost. In some respects, the wizard who had fashioned himself into a “Dark Lord” had defined her entire existence. Voldemort had been a looming presence over everyone in Britain for many decades. Even during the 13 years that most people had believed him to be dead, people had been too terrified to say his name.
And for months, Daphne and the rest of the Unaffiliated had been utterly consumed with the goal of protecting themselves and Hogwarts from him. Now that Voldemort was gone, Daphne was unsure of herself, uncertain of her purpose--the Coven’s purpose.
She knew that the Minister was the biggest threat to Harry and Hermione now, but she had no idea what the Coven could do about that. The Minister couldn’t be fought directly as long as the rest of wizarding Britain perceived her to be the legitimate head of the Ministry.
All Daphne could envision in her own immediate future was several more years at Hogwarts. But that was no longer enough for her; she needed more, something to fill the gap, some knowledge of her destiny. And Daphne hoped that with the Potters' return, that she would find it.
Daphne’s eyes were still on Fleur who was chatting to Luna and Parvati, and Daphne's ears caught the sound of Jennifer’s giggles. Daphne smiled when she saw that Dora had changed her features to a bear snout as she ate her porridge. Ginny nearly spat her tea out with laughter, and Neville was chortling softly as well.
Daphne continued to eat her own breakfast in silence, but she was distracted from her reverie by a gentle hand on her shoulder. She was surprised to see Professor McGonagall standing beside her. Somehow McGonagall had pulled a Dumbledore and snuck up on the Mingling Table without anyone noticing.
“Professor?” mumbled Daphne as she hurriedly chewed and swallowed the piece of toast in her mouth.
“My apologies Miss Greengrass,” began Professor McGonagall kindly, “I don’t mean to disturb you, but I need to inform you that you have a visitor--your father is here. When you have finished your breakfast, you will be able to find him in the Headmaster’s office.”
Daphne’s eyes went wide and her chest tightened.
“Is something wrong? My sister...?” Daphne gasped.
“It’s alright dear,” Professor McGonagall continued, all eyes upon her now. “There is no cause for alarm. As far as I am aware, your sister Astoria is well and at home with your mother. Your father simply wishes to speak with you in person before term begins.”
“Thanks Professor,” Daphne nodded, her trepidation changing to excitement at the news. Hastily Daphne finished her breakfast and gave Fleur a kiss before dashing off to wash up and join her father in Dumbledore’s office.

~o0o~

Saying goodbye to everyone at Number 12 had felt very different from any of the previous goodbyes in either of the Potters’ memory, but they had both taken loads of comfort in the fact that their relatives would have each other and a witch to keep them company.
They had shared a quiet breakfast with the others before leaving. And even though Harry and Hermione were both satisfied that Mum, their respective aunts, and Dudley, would be safe in Canada and well looked after by Abby Brixton, farewells were still quite tearful.
Harry and Hermione emerged from the green flames in the fireplace of the staffroom at Hogwarts to be eagerly greeted by a grinning Professor Lupin.
“Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes,” said Lupin to the young couple after Harry had regained his balance and stopped coughing. “I trust all is well?”
“I bloody hate floo travel,” Harry grimaced as Hermione helped him brush the ash off his clothes with her bushy ginger tail. “I wish we could’ve just caught a train to Hogsmeade and had you meet us there.”
“Honestly Harry,” giggled Hermione, her furry ears twitching, “You just need to keep your eyes shut and hold your breath until the spinning stops. I think I’m finally getting used to it myself.”
“Well, we might be able to do something about that Harry,” said Lupin with a thoughtful expression. “You are both legally of age after all. I’ll speak to Dumbledore and see about getting apparition lessons for you both--though of course...”
“...You can’t apparate directly into Hogwarts,” Harry muttered, not sure that he would like apparating any better than floo travel. As far as he was concerned, broomsticks were the best means of transportation in the Wizard World, especially with Hermione snuggled against him.
“Indeed!” Lupin responded, smiling. “Most of the time anyway--unless Dumbledore temporarily takes down the anti-apparition charms. I was actually meaning that for the time being until the problem of the Minister has been dealt with, that for you, direct travel is perhaps for the best. The less time that you are exposed, the better.”
“In any case,” Lupin continued, looking even more cheerful, “I believe some sort of celebration is in order. Perhaps you and your friends would like to join me and Sirius at the Shack this evening for a bit of a soiree.”
“That sounds great,” said Harry, finally smiling himself. “Yeah, I’d like that. Does that sound good to you Hermione?” Harry asked his wife.
Hermione returned Harry’s look, then regarded Lupin astutely, her furry ears and tail quivering as she sensed him holding back some joyful tidings.
“Well... that would be lovely, but I think Professor Lupin has some good news to tell us first Harry!”
Lupin groaned. He had wanted to surprise the Potters at the party, but he had forgotten about Hermione Potter’s keen senses. Harry questioningly peered back and forth between Hermione and Professor Lupin.
“You’d better spit it out Professor...” Harry said with a grin, “Hermione can be quite stubborn at ti... ow!” Harry bit his tongue and smirked at Hermione who was giving him a mock glare after swatting his shoulder teasingly.
“Hark who’s talking,” Hermione retorted. Then she set her sights firmly back on Professor Lupin, a bit of a smirk on her own lips. “Still... Harry’s not wrong! I’m not budging until you tell us now... Sir!” Hermione’s features softened and gave Lupin her best doe-eyed look. “Please?”
“Alright, you win,” Lupin shook his head with a laugh and rubbed his forehead. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you--but here it is then... I don’t really know how, but I’m cured. I am no longer a werewolf!”
“Shut up! You’re joking!” Harry gasped.
Hermione’s jaw dropped in shock, “But that... that’s impossible, isn’t it?”
“Well--so Snape and Madam Pomfrey keep reminding me,” Lupin chortled. “They are as astounded as you two. But the results of Pomfrey’s tests are quite clear, and undeniable. The only thing... Dumbledore, he didn’t seem quite as surprised as he ought to. Especially when I revealed my own thoughts on the matter to him...”
Professor Lupin gazed shrewdly at the young cat-witch and Harry. Suddenly it hit them both.
“Our Patronuses!” Harry nearly whispered, looking very sheepish.
Hermione curled her fluffy tail around Harry comfortingly, “Please don’t be cross with Harry, Professor. Dumbledore said we should keep it a secret, but we still meant to tell you and Sirius...”
“But somehow we never got round to it...” Harry blurted out anxiously.
“Oh, heavens no! I’m not cross in the least,” Lupin reassured the two young students, “Nor will Sirius be. We both understand the need for keeping some things a secret, in as small a circle as possible. None of us knew how we survived the battle with Voldemort. By rights Hogwarts should be in ruins, and we should all be dead. And we might be if anyone untoward had stumbled across whatever your secrets are...”
“All of us in the Order assumed that Dumbledore had some secret weapon which he had put Harry in charge of... But judging from your reactions, am I right to presume that your Patroni had something to do with that as well?” Lupin asked.
“Yeah, erm... they’re... er... ‘superpowered’ Patronuses, I suppose...” mumbled Harry awkwardly. He looked at Hermione and she nodded, putting her arms around him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You and Sirius were spot on when you called the rest of the Unaffiliated our girlfriends,” Harry said quietly. He swallowed nervously, “In fact, apparently, somehow, we inadvertently... er... we’re a Coven...”
“Ah... say no more Harry,” said Lupin, light dawning on him. “I understand. Covens are well known for their...er... erotic engagements--there’s no need for the details. I must assume that your... erm... activities, have something to do with the Castle-Quakes. And would I also be correct to assume then, that your 'superpowered' Patroni were indeed responsible for the destruction of the Dementors?”
“Yes...” Hermione squeaked. “But we had no idea that would happen when we used them at the end of the Third Task...”
“...and it was only a guess on my part that they would kill Inferi too,” concluded Harry.
Hermione’s furry ears twitched and she almost reminded Harry that technically Inferi were already dead, but stopped herself, realising that Harry was just being colloquial.
“And it was a brilliant guess, a very logical inference actually,” Hermione said instead. “You’re right Professor. We might not have survived if it weren’t for our Patronuses--if it weren’t for Harry...”
“And now we know of at least one more effect of such potent Patroni,” Lupin nodded with a satisfied expression on his face. He noticed the Potters’ eyes flicker towards each other uncertainly.
“Perhaps two more then?” Lupin raised his eyebrows as something clicked in his brain. “Should I also conclude that the Coven’s Patroni had something to do with Jennifer Watts’ newfound magical abilities as well?”
Harry swallowed nervously and Hermione’s furry ears twitched anxiously. Remus Lupin whistled, humbled by the Potters’ presence, and wondering how much more that he and Hogwarts really had left to teach the two powerfully magical young prodigies who stood awkwardly before him. According to Severus, they were both nearing Sixth Year levels in Potions already, and their Fourth Year was still nearly a week away.
“Don’t worry. Miss Watts’ secret is safe with me...” Lupin said gravely. “Given the current government, even with Voldemort gone, it could be quite dangerous for that information to get out. I must say... it is incredible. Never in recorded history--at least not that I know of--have muggles ever been turned into wizards. It is as unheard of as a permanent remedy for lycanthropy,”
“And I cannot thank you both enough for giving me my life back, inadvertently or not,” Lupin’s voice cracked and his eyes glistened moistly. “Words are truly insufficient to convey my gratitude...”

~o0o~

By the time Harry and Hermione left Professor Lupin, they had all cheered again in anticipation of the celebration of Tom Riddle’s demise, and buoyed by the knowledge that Lupin’s lycanthropy was cured.
“I still can’t believe it Hermione. Lupin’s going to have to learn how to be an animagus now if he wants to be a wolf again. He’ll have total control when he transforms.”
“It really is amazing Harry. Our Patronuses--we’ve gone further with that magic than anyone has ever done. We’ve accomplished things that the vast majority of wizards will probably never be able to do...” Hermione paused, her face awestruck. “I... I haven’t really quite thought about it like that before--what it all means about our place in the wizard world.”
“I know,” said Harry. “It’s almost like our Patronuses are... 'Curse-Busters' of a sort. They seem to destroy dark magic...”
“...they’re the opposite of death and despair--they’re the embodiment of life and joy...” Hermione continued as she embraced Harry tightly. She gazed into Harry’s lustrous green eyes and whispered, “They’re love...”
Harry and Hermione's lips met in a long, rapturous kiss as they stood in the hallway opposite the delighted portrait of Aphrodite.
The ancient Greek Sorceress known to the muggle world as the Goddess of Love waited patiently as the young couple kissed. When the Potters finished kissing, Hermione was the first to realise that they were home, spotting Aphrodite smiling blissfully at her.
“It’s my turn today,” Aphrodite cooed, batting her eyelashes. “You two know the passcode...”
The Potters blushed; they did indeed. The life-size portrait beckoned them forth and they both gave Aphrodite a kiss on her painted lips. The magical canvas shimmered as Aphrodite tasted the truth of their essence, and the Potters flattened as they stepped into the frame to join her. When they stepped out of the frame again, they were on the other side of the wall, facing what was now a Secret Corridor, hidden from the rest of Hogwarts.
“One day, I might change the 'passcode' to something a little bit more,” Aphrodite teased with a wink.
“And we’ll offer it gladly,” Hermione purred, giving the kind-hearted and beautiful painted sorceress another kiss. Aphrodite tittered and vanished, returning to her other frame.
“I love magic. I dunno if I’ll ever get used to that,” Harry grinned. “It’s weird; I almost feel like I’m turning two dimensional when we step into and out of the frames, but from inside...”
“...the painting feels three dimensional and the outer-world looks two dimensional. It’s almost like another world in there Harry...”
“Yeah it is. I suppose...” Harry blushed as he considered Aphrodite’s last remark, “I suppose we really could give her a bit more--and Cleopatra and Circe as well on their days... but only if we can’t be seen from the other side of course.”
“Of course Harry...” Hermione giggled. She never got another word out because there was a squeal as the door to their common room opened and Daphne pounced on the Potters.
“I thought I heard voices out here,” Daphne beamed radiantly, giving each Potter a kiss. “I missed you--we all did.”
There were kisses and hugs all the way around as Harry and Hermione settled back in with the Coven. Hermione spied the schoolbooks and papers strewn across the coffee table and the end tables by the sofa and cozy armchairs.
“We’re helping Jennifer study for third year exams,” Luna explained as she twirled her fluffy white tail cheerfully.
“There’s less than a week before term begins next Tuesday, so Dumbledore is setting Jennifer's exams for Friday,” said Parvati, wriggling her own sleek black tail.
“And she’s bloody brilliant,” said Dora, her hair flourescing through all the colours of the rainbow as she squeezed the reddening Jennifer and gave her a kiss. “Dumbledore said they’ll only be testing for the third year essentials, but Jennifer could take the full tests and pass them all--I just know it.”
“Jennifer is magnifique,” Fleur added, “C’est incroyable--three years of material in less zan two months!”
Jennifer hid her crimson face behind her long dark bangs, “I’ve had loads of help--I couldn’t have got this far without all of you, really...”
Relief flooded Jennifer when everyone began clamoring to hear details from the Potters about the mission to retrieve the last Horcrux. Everyone listened intently and shivered at all the scary bits. The girls giggled and Harry grinned, turning slightly pink, when Hermione recounted how she and Harry had been caught in flagrante by Dumbledore at the lake.
Daphne wanted Harry and Hermione to stay longer after they had finished their tale, but she knew that her father didn’t have all day.
“Harry, my father has some important things he needs to discuss with you--the both of you. He’s with Dumbledore, probably still in Dumbledore’s office...”
“Oh, alright then,” said Harry, feeling nervous suddenly, “Er... d’you know what it’s about Daphne?”
“I’m not sure exactly, but I think it has something to do with the Wizengamot,” Daphne replied. Daphne looked like she was about to say something more, but after a moment’s hesitation she gave the Potters a hug and sent them on their way.
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