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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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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon spectacles and sighed heavily as he read Percy Weasley’s letter to his sister yet again. The second conversation with the Potters had been lengthy and even more unsettling than the one they had all had with Mr Greengrass earlier that morning.
Things were moving much too rapidly for Dumbledore’s liking, and it had taken a great emotional toll upon him, revealing the dark travails of his past to the Potters. But it had been an absolute necessity. Harry and his wife deserved to hear the truth from the Headmaster's own lips before seeing it distorted in the pages of the Daily Prophet.
Fawkes ruffled his feathers as he eyed the headmaster with concern. The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black snorted.
“Really Dumbledore...” the sour looking portrait sniffed disdainfully, “are you simply going to let the Minister’s puppets just waltz on in and take over Hogwarts? I thought you were smarter than that. Back in MY day, the Ministry would have never dared dream of it.”
The Headmaster couldn’t help chuckling at the pompous portrait’s boastfulness.
“Now, now Phineas, back in your day, the Ministry and Hogwarts were aligned completely in promoting a philosophy of Pureblood Supremacy--albeit not quite such an extreme version to be sure. Spare me the braggadocio,” retorted Dumbledore.
Dumbledore noted with satisfaction that Phineas actually looked slightly ashamed.
“My apologies Dumbledore,” Phineas replied, “Old habits die hard. It is still quite difficult for me to accept that there may be a few among the Muggleborn which might be as competent as those of such regal blood as myself, and I cannot say that I entirely approve of all of the changes you have been instituting over the years...”
“But I concede that such may be necessary if wizards should hope to progress and keep up with the evolution of Muggle technology--I have witnessed their advances through my portrait in London at the National Gallery,” Phineas concluded with a sigh.
“Can I count on you to do your utmost to protect all the students of Hogwarts then--including the Muggleborn--if I should be forced to depart?” Dumbledore peered expectantly at Phineas.
The portrait of Phineas Nigellus fidgeted uncomfortably in his frame. Finally he nodded.
“Yes! You have my word. I am loyal to Hogwarts and its students,” Phineas answered. “And I have little respect for those such as the Minister who can only advance their ideology through deception and murder. If those of superior standing, such as myself, cannot lead by example, then perhaps we do not deserve to lead the wizard world.”
Many of the other portraits of Hogwarts’ past headmasters gasped in astonishment. The old Slytherin headmaster’s frank admissions and change of heart were unexpected. A few of the portraits applauded and nodded in agreement.
“Hear, hear... Well said Headmaster Black!” the portrait of a witch in healer’s robes commended him.
“I could not agree with Dilys more!” concurred the portrait of Armando Dippet. “Jolly good show Phineas! As headmasters, we are honour-bound by our duties to Hogwarts and to do our best by the students--each and every one of them.”
“Thank you Headmistress Derwent--and you have my gratitude Armando,” Phineas responded stiffly.
Dumbledore’s eyes began to twinkle. The portrait of Phineas Nigellus wasn’t used to being lauded by the other headmasters.
“Yes, very good indeed, Phineas,” said Dumbledore, “Thank you very kindly for your support.” Then Dumbledore addressed all of the portraits on the wall.
“Much has been said here today which was not only of a personal nature, but also some highly sensitive information which must not be imparted to others. I would like to be able to trust that you will all be silent on that matter. I am afraid I must insist that you make a binding agreement to never reveal to anyone what you have heard here today without my express permission.”

~o0o~

The late summer sun sparkled on the shimmering surface of the water as Harry and Hermione walked in silence along the edge of the lake, letting the Headmaster’s story of his youth sink in. They found themselves a comfortable place to sit and watch a few geese play and dive for fish. Harry put his arm around his wife, and she curled her bushy tail around his waist, leaning into his shoulder.
“Poor Professor Dumbledore,” sniffled Hermione half balefully and half angrily, “That was so sad about his sister. Those awful muggle boys. It was vile and despicable what they did to her--she was so little. They deserved everything his father did to them. It’s no wonder that he used to believe in Gellert Grindelwald’s rubbish--that wizards should rule over muggles.”
“And then to lose Ariana in the crossfire when he fought Grindelwald--his best friend,” Harry responded somberly. “I’m glad Dumbledore finally found the Resurrection Stone. That must have been horrid--living for all those years not knowing if he’d killed his own sister. At least he doesn’t have that hanging over him anymore.”
They both sat in quiet rumination for a bit. Harry leaned over and kissed Hermione’s bushy head as he stroked her furry ears.
“And you were absolutely right about the story of the Three Brothers Hermione,” Harry murmured. “They really did create those three magical artifacts--the Deathly Hallows. I can't believe that Dumbledore has the Elder Wand. Just to think--between him and me, we have all three of them--it's incredible!”
“We’ll have to keep that bit to ourselves I think,” Hermione sighed. “It’s better that most people think they’re a myth.”

~o0o~

The gathering in the Shrieking Shack with Sirius and Lupin was more subdued than it might have been under different circumstances, but the Coven and their friends managed to summon a bit of good cheer nonetheless. Everyone had a butterbeer in hand or set on the table next to plates of hors d'oeuvres and bottles of Elfwine and firewhiskey. Viktor was deep in conversation with Ginny and Neville.
Dora had brought her guitar, and Jennifer joined in on the old piano in the sitting room of the Shack after Lupin used a magic spell to tune it up. Everybody danced when Dora and Jennifer played a few bouncy tunes.
After a few songs Lupin and Sirius sat down with the Potters for a chat and watched as Luna, Parvati, Daphne, and Fleur continued dancing.
“There’s going to be an Order meeting tomorrow night,” said Sirius, downing a shot of firewhisky. “Is it true that there will some ‘additional staff members’ when term starts? And that Draco Malfoy will be returning? That’s all Dumbledore told Lupin.”
“Yeah... at least according to Percy’s letter to Ginny,” Harry replied with a sigh.
“‘Inquisitors’ he called them...” Hermione huffed crossly.
“They’re continuing the ‘investigation,’” growled Harry. “They’re going to try and get rid of Dumbledore apparently--and go after Hermione and me if they can catch us out in anything. And Draco’s being pardoned by the Minister.”
Lupin’s face fell, “Harry, you have to promise me you will keep a cool head--Azkaban may no longer be a threat, but the Ministry no doubt has some sort of detention facility...”
“I understand Professor Lupin,” Harry interjected, “I’ll keep my nose clean and do my best to stay out of their way...”
Alarm spread across Sirius’s features and he gripped the arm of his chair tightly. “Harry, I’d like you and Hermione to leave Hogwarts until we sort this out--maybe hole up at Number 12 for a bit.”
“What?” Harry was stunned, “I... I can’t do that--I’m not going to run away from a...”
“...From a fight Harry?” Lupin raised his eyebrows. “Is that what you were going to say?”
Harry opened and shut his mouth as his cheeks flushed. Hermione took his hand and squeezed it, saying nothing as her furry ears twitched. Hermione was beginning to think that Sirius might be right, but she knew that Harry would have to make his own decision, and she was going to support him whatever it was.
“Look...” Harry began, “I... I can’t just not go to school--and I can’t hide out at Number 12 while everyone else might be in danger...”
“Please Harry, I’m begging you to consider it!” Sirius pleaded. “It might be wise to take your friends too. This isn’t the same as fighting Voldemort head on. And from my understanding--if what Snape, McGonagall, and Dora tell me is true--over the past year and a half you’ve learned nearly as much about using magic as most adults who have graduated Hogwarts--perhaps more even in certain subjects. The rest you can learn from books and study on your own if you have to, for the immediate future.”
“Sirius is right Harry,” Lupin quietly agreed. “OWL’s and NEWT’s can wait--your knowledge in some of the key subjects is advanced enough for you to bide your time. And you have demonstrated beyond a shadow of a doubt that your skills and power are prodigious. You could easily make a life for yourself with what you know if it came down to it.”
Harry glanced at Hermione and could see the trepidation in her eyes. He knew that Sirius was right about the danger of facing a foe who hid behind a veil of legitimacy.
But it rankled Harry to shy from a challenge. It was like letting the Minister and Draco Malfoy win. He was staggered to learn that Sirius and Lupin believed that Harry was knowledgeable enough to leave Hogwarts already though.
But Harry felt more at home at Hogwarts than anywhere else, even Number 12, which he had become attached to since the place had long been decontaminated. Lupin, Sirius, and Hermione, waited patiently for Harry to say something.
“Harry, the Order will do everything in its power to expose the Minister’s corruption to the public,” Lupin proffered as the young wizard remained silent. “Once that is achieved, we can tackle her directly and throw whomever she sends to Hogwarts out on their ear now that we know Hogwarts will withstand attack,”
“Until then, I’m afraid to say that I think Sirius is correct. Perhaps Madame Maxime will take you and your friends at Beauxbatons in the meantime if you wish to stay with a proper school curriculum.”
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself.
Finally Harry opened his eyes and spoke again, “If... if I absolutely have to leave, I will--but I’ve got to at least try to stick it out for a bit. It’s not just about me and Hermione anymore... there’s all the other muggleborn to think of, and whatever happens, I’m not leaving Britain.”
“Hear hear,” said Parvati, startling the two adult wizards and the two students. She and Luna had stopped dancing to take a breather and overheard much of the conversation. “Luna and I are with you 100% Harry... whatever you decide to do.”
“That’s right,” chimed in Luna. “If you and Hermione want to stay to help look after the other students, then we will too. And if you want to leave, then we’re both going with you.”
Harry suddenly realised that the music had stopped. Everyone was eyeing him now--including Viktor, Neville and Ginny. He swallowed nervously when it hit him that whatever decision he made would affect the entire Coven and their friends. Staying was a dangerous option with the Minister’s minions coming to Hogwarts. But leaving didn’t seem much safer unless the Coven all hid in Number 12 indefinitely.
“Of course...” Harry’s mouth was dry and he took another sip of his butterbeer. “Of course, you’re all welcome to come with me and Hermione if we go. We’re a coven--we belong together. B...but what about the Trace--you and Parvati are still underage. And Jennifer...”
“Jennifer won’t ‘ave a Trace on her,” said Dora, putting her arm around the younger witch. “She wasn’t born a wizard and she’s not been registered with the Ministry.”
“And Daddy already emancipated me a month ago...” Luna grinned.
“As did my parents,” Parvati interjected. “They did it so that Luna and I could legally get married...”
“But we decided to postpone the wedding for a bit after reading Ginny’s letter,” Luna added. “It would be a bit awkward if the Ministry is poking around Hogwarts.”
“An’ you know zat Daphne ees untraceable ‘arry,” said Fleur, her voice thick with emotion. “An’ I am not registered wiz ze British Ministry of course.”
Daphne took Fleur’s hand and nodded resolutely in concordance.
Harry looked at Hermione again as he wavered. Maybe they would all be safer if they left.
Hermione curled her bushy ginger tail around Harry and gave him a kiss. She knew exactly what he wanted to do. “If you want to stay and fight, Harry, we will. You’re right--this is bigger than any one of us. And together, I know we can accomplish whatever we set ourselves to.”
Sirius and Lupin both peered at each other, wincing, knowing that they were losing the battle.
Harry took off his glasses and sighed, rubbing his forehead. It was beginning to hurt almost as much as it had whenever his scar had ached before Snape had helped him get rid of it. His headache vanished completely as he resolved to follow through on his initial impetus.
“Right then--we’ll stay at Hogwarts for now,” said Harry firmly as he gazed at the steadfast features of his family, the Coven, a smile creeping to his lips. “But if things get too hot for us here, we’ll go back home--to OUR home, all of us--and work out what we can do to foil the Minister from there.”

~o0o~
Hermione purred happily, snuggling next to Harry in bed, as a wave of sleep rushed over her. The sensation of inner-peace radiated from Harry as strongly as his determination now that he had made a decision, and Hermione instinctively knew that it was the right one.

AN: Response to review:
@ Starr: Yep, things will get very hairy, and quite dark in Part 4. But do not fear, all those who deserve it shall meet very sticky ends in this fic. ;-)
...and I will still find room for some Fluff! :D
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