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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242702 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Hermione could sense Daphne’s anxiety as surely as she had sensed Professor Lupin’s barely contained glee; she knew Daphne had wanted to say something more. Harry glanced at his wife as they made their way to the Headmaster’s office, a gnawing feeling growing in his own gut.
“Hermione, Daphne seemed a bit worried about something. D’you think she’s alright?”
Hermione’s furry ears flicked pensively.
“I... I think so Harry,” she replied. “I think that mostly she’s just uncertain about the future. While we were all learning how to fight and preparing for the war with Voldemort, we knew what we were doing--we had a goal. Now that it’s been accomplished, she’s not sure what the future will bring, and what she’s supposed to do with her life... and that scares her.”
“Yeah,” Harry sighed, “I know the feeling...”
“But there is something else,” Hermione continued. “She was going to tell us something--something else which is bothering her, but I got the feeling that it has to do with whatever Mr Greengrass is going to talk to us about.”
“Oh, so we’ll find out soon enough then. Still, whatever’s going on, we should talk to her about it afterwards. I don’t want her to feel bad.”
“I agree Harry,” Hermione responded as they reached the entrance to Dumbledore’s office.
Moments later, the two young wizards were greeted warmly by Mr Greengrass and the Headmaster, and seated themselves in two cozy armchairs. Harry swallowed nervously and Hermione instinctively took his hand. Though the greeting had been friendly, they both knew that this was no social call.
“Harry, Mrs Potter,” the Headmaster began, “As we all know, despite the final demise of Tom Riddle, we still face an uphill climb. I had hoped that we would have more time to devise a proper strategy for dealing with the Minister, alas... perhaps I should allow Mr Greengrass to explain.”
Cyril Greengrass sighed. He hated to be the bearer of bad news.
“Well Harry, the Wizengamot has been called into session for this upcoming Friday at 9 am. I had hoped to shepherd you through your first legislative session. However, given the rumours, I think it would be best that you not participate directly.”
“Why not?” Harry frowned. “I’m not scared of the Minister...”
Cyril Greengrass couldn’t help smiling at Harry’s directness and fortitude.
“Good,” Mr Greengrass responded. “Be that as it may, I believe that it would be far too dangerous for you to enter the Ministry at this time. If what I have been told is true, the Minister now has the support of two key committees...”
“Which has been confirmed independently by Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office,” Dumbledore interjected.
“Indeed,” Mr Greengrass nodded, “But most disturbing, is how the Minister has achieved this. Four members of the Wizengamot have been indefinitely detained for ‘questioning’ following Voldemort’s failed attack on Hogwarts--all of them members of the governing board of Hogwarts.” Mr Greengrass paused to let the information sink in.
Hermione tried not to squeak when Harry’s grip on her hand tightened. Harry’s nostrils flared, his face turned white and his stomach clenched. He opened and shut his mouth twice, swallowed uncomfortably, and tried to steel himself before speaking.
“So what am I supposed to do?” Harry said as evenly as possible, his anger building, “I can’t just sit here and do nothing. If the Minister is looking for a legal maneouvre to get into Hogwarts, I should try and stop her by speaking out at the Wizengamot session.”
“I believe it is already too late for that Harry,” Mr Greengrass replied somberly. “And if you were to show up for the session, I believe that you too will find yourself in detention under armed guard. The only suggestion I have, is that you should appoint a proxy to at the very least vote on your behalf.”
Harry glanced at Hermione. She was as appalled as he was, and the tip of her tail wagged in agitation.
“Alright then,” Harry sighed in resignation. “The only problem is, I don’t really know anyone. Who should I appoint--and how will they know the right way to vote?”
Mr Greengrass smiled again; there was at least some small means by which he could help Harry Potter.
“My wife, Hippolyta, has already agreed to sit in your seat Harry--pending your approval of course...”
“But Sir,” Hermione anxiously interrupted, sensing Harry’s skyrocketing alarm, “What if the Minister tries to arrest you and your wife too. I... I don’t think we could live with ourselves...”
Harry jumped in, “Hermione’s right Mr Greengrass. I... I really appreciate the offer; I really do. But... but I can’t let anyone else take the fall for me. I’d never be able to forgive myself if Daphne lost her parents.”
Several emotions crossed Cyril Greengrass’s features as he peered admiringly at Harry.
“That should be of little concern Harry,” he replied. “Our family is quite well connected. I do not believe the Minister will wish to risk losing her newfound majority on the Wizengamot by going after us. I suspect that she would have done so already otherwise--as apparently, she has been harbouring the Malfoys and is preparing to have the Wizengamot ratify her Pardon of them.”
Hermione couldn’t help herself. Her furry tail bristled and she hissed angrily. Harry’s head began to swim as his blood started to boil.
“So you mean...” Harry hoarsely started to say.
“Yes!” Mr Greengrass’s features went icy and rigid, “Draco Malfoy will likely be returning to Hogwarts...”
“And there is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent it,” the Headmaster added quietly.

~o0o~
“This is horrible!” Hermione snarled furiously, her bushy ginger tail still bristling as she departed with Harry from Dumbledore’s office. “It’s absolutely revolting...”
“No wonder Daphne is so worried,” Harry responded in a calm voice which belied the crimson flush of anger on his cheeks. “But I’m not going to let anything happen to Daphne, Hermione... no matter what!”
“You mean we’re not going to let anything happen to her!” said Hermione.
“Of course!” Harry agreed, “We’ll all be looking out for Daphne--and each other. That little arsewipe Draco won’t know what hit him if he tries anything. I’ll take off his other hand, or worse, if I have to!” Harry concluded with a growl.
“At least one good thing has come out of it,” Hermione sighed. “Daphne will be able to use magic outside of Hogwarts without violating any laws if it comes down to it and she has to leave.”
“Yeah, that’s really good!” Harry nodded. “Daphne’ll be able to defend herself without activating the Trace now that it's gone. I suppose I shouldn’t really be surprised that Mr Greengrass signed emancipation papers for her.”

~o0o~

When the Potters returned to their common room, they found a tearful Daphne curled up with Fleur on a loveseat near the unlit fireplace. Fleur was stroking Daphne’s hair and giving her little kisses, trying to cheer her up.
“I knew something was wrong Daphne, my Chérie. I am glad zat you finally told me.”
“I would have told you sooner Fleur,” Daphne sniffled, “I just didn’t want to spoil things when Harry and Hermione first got back. I knew Daddy would tell them...”
The two young witches both looked up when they realised that the Potters had returned.
“Try not to worry about Draco. We’ve all got your back Daphne,” said Harry firmly, leaning over the seat to kiss her.
Hermione squeezed into the seat on the other side of Daphne and curled her furry tail around the weeping girl. She gave Daphne a tender kiss as well and smiled at her.
“We’ll all be here for you Daphne,” Hermione said sweetly, “And we’re not going to let that loathsome little cockroach get away with anything.”
Fleur looked gratefully at the Potters, feeling Daphne relax in her arms.
“Merci Hermione, Harry--ze others, zey went to take a break from studying. But poor Daphne was too sad to go.”
“It’s nearly lunch time,” said Harry. “Do you feel up to it Daphne? We can stay and have it here if you want to--Dobby can bring us some.”
“No, I’ll be alright now,” Daphne smiled and wiped away her tears. “I’m just being silly. I tried to hold it in after I talked to Daddy, but I just couldn’t any longer. And... and I’ve been feeling a bit weird anyway. I thought I’d feel happier after Voldemort got killed--I was at first. But then... but then....”
Daphne’s voice caught. She was still having trouble articulating exactly why she felt adrift from her moorings.
“Oh Chérie,” Fleur gazed at Daphne sympathetically and kissed her again, “I understand. I feel the same--a hole in my stomach. Ze future--it ees in flux, an’ who knows what will occur now!? But we shall all find our way togezzer, yes?”
“Fleur is right you know--you’re not alone Daphne,” Hermione kissed Daphne again too and Daphne smiled.
Harry rested his hand on Daphne’s knee and gave it a gentle squeeze, “We all feel the same way Daphne. With the Minister out there--who knows what'll happen? But I know one thing for certain--we’ll make our own future, and we’ll do it together--ALL of us. I promise...”
Daphne beamed from ear to ear and leaned forward to embrace Harry.
“I know we will,” Daphne murmured, “Thanks Harry. I feel loads better now--really.” Then Daphne leaned back into the loveseat again and flung her arms around Hermione and Fleur, kissing them both. “I love you all so much--I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

~o0o~

When Daphne, Fleur, Harry, and Hermione found the rest of the Coven flying around the Quidditch pitch, they all left to get some lunch in the Great Hall. Ginny was already at the table, glaring at a letter, her face as red as her hair.
“I can’t believe it!” Ginny fumed, “What a complete, utter, Tosspot--”
Neville rubbed Ginny’s back as he read the letter over her shoulder, a worried frown on his face,
“Your brother wrote that...?” asked Neville
“What’s the matter Ginny?” Hermione queried.
“Percy the Prat, Percy the Pretentious Popinjay--he sent me a letter,” Ginny said angrily.
Harry‘s eyebrows shot up as alarm bells went off in his head, “How did he know you were here? It’s still summer...”
“He doesn’t,” Ginny replied. “He sent it to the Burrow--that’s why I only just got it now. Mum sent it on to me. But she wouldn’t have if she’d read it--she’d have probably burned it and sent him back a howler. Here, read it. A lot of it is about you anyway...”
Ginny passed the letter to Harry, her hand shaking with rage. He sat down in his usual seat with Hermione at his side and they read it together while the others watched curiously.
Dear Ginny,
I hope this letter finds you well. As you are about to begin your Third Year, I deemed it appropriate to give you advance notice of certain changes being planned for Hogwarts, as you are my favourite sister and I do not wish to see you become entangled in the web of Dumbledore’s lies, nor fall victim to another one of his blood-feuds in his quest for power.
Harry almost started to laugh when he read the bit about Ginny being Percy’s favourite sister, but the look of humour slid from his face as he continued reading.
You are the only family member who has ever treated me with a modicum of respect, and you are young enough that I feel you can still be dissuaded from falling for the dangerous propaganda which has long ensnared our parents and twisted their minds beyond reason. I feel it is unfortunately too late to say the same for our brothers. For too long have they been plied with Dumbledore’s unfounded and baseless rhetoric regarding the “fair” treatment of Mudbloods and Muggles.
It may surprise you to learn this, but the Headmaster really has very little concern for the Muggleborn. In fact, the Minister’s investigation is uncovering disturbing details about his past which will soon be revealed in a thoroughly documented exposé in the Daily Prophet. When considered alongside the evidence of Dumbledore’s current treasonous activities, it shall substantiate this fact.
Dumbledore’s “concern” for the muggleborn who are stealing our heritage and wiping their behinds with the traditions of real wizards is nothing but a front. He is using them and their lack of knowledge and respect for wizarding tradition and culture to gain power and take over the Ministry. He is little more than a violent revolutionary who is plotting to upend everything we hold dear, flout the Natural Order, and destroy the Rule of Law.
It is to this end that Dumbledore has long promoted the Cult of Harry Potter, a violent and dangerous criminal who purports to come from a long line of wizards, yet who is known to have been raised by Muggles. I know that you have always had a soft spot for Potter, based on Dumbledore’s fairy tales about an infant who “saved” the wizard world from the “Dark Wizard” known as Voldemort.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Yes, Voldemort’s methods may have been irresponsible and disruptive, but it has become clear (under the exceptional tutelage of our delightful Minister) that Voldemort felt that he was forced to act outside the Law to counter Dumbledore’s longtime meddling in Ministry affairs. Are you aware that Dumbledore’s seditious dirty-blood policies have been diluting our wizarding culture and genetic heritage since at least the late 1940's?
In any case, I urge you to stay as far away from Harry Potter and his Halfbreed Pet as possible. The Minister’s investigation is certain to eventually implicate Potter and his Abomination. As you are no doubt aware from the Daily Prophet’s excellent coverage, Potter and his Pet were hauled up before the Wizengamot at the beginning of the summer on charges of murdering over 200 sentient beings and engaging in dangerous experimental breeding.
As I was a key part of the investigation and prosecution of Potter and the Halfbreed, I can assure you, they got off on a mere technicality. They will not be so lucky next time. I do not wish to see you harmed in any way when Potter and his Experiment are finally apprehended. It may be some time before the investigation yields any fresh fruit in that regard, but until then, please give Potter a wide berth.
This next bit, you must keep entirely to yourself. If all goes well in the Wizengamot later this week, and they accept the recommendations of the Educational Oversight Committee (and I have no doubt that they will) Inquisitors will be dispatched to Hogwarts to continue the investigation of Dumbledore and his Cronies, and to begin the implementation of new policies to facilitate an improved educational experience.
Please give these Inquisitors your utmost cooperation. If you do, your rewards shall be handsome indeed, and you will be able to take pride in yourself for having assisted in deposing one of the greatest threats that wizarding Britain has ever faced.
It would perhaps be best for you to burn this after reading to prevent Dumbledore’s operatives (our parents) from learning of the Minister’s plans to extend her authority over Hogwarts. It would not do to tip-off the Headmaster and give him the opportunity to cover his tracks and escape Justice. For too long has Dumbledore believed that he could destroy the Traditions and Ancient Laws of our culture with impunity.
I place my utmost faith and trust in you, my precious sister.
Your brother,
Percy
Harry felt really ill when he finished reading Percy’s screed. He glanced at Hermione. She was as white as a sheet; her furry ears and tail were utterly wilted and her eyes were as big as saucers. Speechless, Harry passed the letter around the table for the rest of the Unaffiliated to read.
Gasps of horror emanated from the others as their brains processed the unbelievable text on the piece of parchment. Everyone looked sympathetically at Ginny who had a murderous expression on her face.
“You’d better take this to Dumbledore, Harry,” said Luna as she passed the letter back to him, her face uncharacteristically grave. Ginny nodded her approval. She had no desire to keep the letter.
“I’ll take it right now,” Harry said woodenly. “I’m not really hungry anymore anyway.”
Hermione left the table with Harry and for the second time that day they found themselves in the Headmaster’s office, discussing the perilous road ahead of them.
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