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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Severus Snape held the sobbing witch to his bare chest as her pain from the cruciatus curse ebbed, pressing his lips to her forehead. The night no longer seemed cold as Severus felt Narcissa’s warmth stir near his beating heart. Narcissa was alive and that was all that mattered.
As the world around them faded, Severus lost track of the passage of time. Never had he believed that another could possibly make him feel as Lily had. Severus had thought himself destined to wallow in bitterness and loneliness to the very end of his days.
Severus knew then that somehow, through Lily’s son and her daughter-in-law, he had been given a second chance at living and love--a chance to get it right. He had been given a second opportunity to care about another, and to put their life and their suffering before his own.
Severus had no idea how long he had been holding Narcissa when he felt her wet cheeks and her lips against his. They shared a deep kiss, and when they parted, gazed into each other’s eyes as he brushed the strands of hair from her glistening lashes.
Slowly Severus helped Narcissa to her feet and they turned their attention to the four bodies which lay before them as reality intruded on their interlude. They both regarded the fallen Malfoy coldly, but Severus sensed a stab of regret course through his beloved.
“Severus, what are we to do? My son...”
“...is too far down the path to darkness, I believe,” Snape murmured. “I wish it were not so. But when I witnessed the plans of Lucius and the Minister for you in his mind... I saw nothing but the savage joy of vengeance in his heart.”
Severus felt Narcissa flinch as she released another sob, and gave her another sorrowful kiss.
“Perhaps... if Draco knew--his father is dead...” Narcissa said hopefully.
“No doubt he will soon enough,” sighed the Potions Master, “but it shall only further harden his heart.”
Snape waved his wand and blankets covered the bodies. “These can wait until morning. We can make a decision after Dumbledore inspects the scene. For now, it would perhaps be best if we returned to bed.”

~o0o~

Five wizards examined the tableau as a sprinkle of rain began to patter against the graveled path beside the hedgerow. Severus conjured an umbrella and held it over Narcissa.
“Never thought scum like Nott had it in him,” snorted Alastor Moody. “Comin’ round like that in the end. Good for him!”
“Indeed!” Dumbledore replied, his voice grave. “For which I am most grateful--Severus and Narcissa might not be standing among us now otherwise.”
“So, what should we do with them Albus?” asked Madam Bones uncomfortably, gesturing towards the dead. “We cannot simply turn their bodies over to the Ministry under current circumstances, nor can we allow Severus to be arrested. And yet...”
“I quite agree Amelia,” Dumbledore nodded, stroking his long white beard which was dampening as the raindrops continued to fall. “It would be uncivilised to dispose of them without any regard for human decency--For now, perhaps it would be best to simply preserve them in the estate’s mausoleum until such a time as we can arrange for proper burials... if Narcissa would not mind.”
“Of course Albus...” Narcissa quickly agreed. “It would be fitting.”
She swallowed as she regarded her ex-husband’s corpse. As much as she had come to revile him, Narcissa could not forget that at one time--before his eager contributions to the horrors of the first war had come between them--she had grown to love him. She had hoped that with the birth of their son, she could persuade Lucius to distance himself from the Dark Lord and renounce the Old Ways.
“And my son--Draco--should he be told?” Narcissa raised her eyebrows, a tear trickling down one cheek.
She knew the answer--Severus had shown her what he had seen in Draco’s mind in her Pensieve before the arrival of Dumbledore. But she still found it difficult to accept in her heart how completely her son had disavowed her. Narcissa had seen the flashes of Draco’s abhorrent imaginings of gleefully participating in her punishment for betraying the Malfoy “Honour,” and the pain cut her to the bone.
“I am afraid we cannot, Narcissa,” sighed the Headmaster. “Not without putting us all in great jeopardy. No doubt, the Minister shall presume that Lucius is dead, and shall inform young Draco herself--and I also have no doubt that the Minister will suspect the involvement of someone close to you--most likely Severus...”
“In which case, I believe it best if he remained with you here, where it is completely safe now that we have determined how Lucius and his companions gained entrance to the estate and sealed it. It would not do for the Carrows to detain Severus and turn him over to the Minister...”
Dumbledore glanced at Snape; the Potions Master sighed, having suspected as much. Still, it was a welcome price to pay for the death of Lucius Malfoy. Severus could not imagine a more gilded cage, to be shared with someone whom he had come to love.
“I understand Headmaster,” Snape remarked sadly, “But Madam Nott deserves to see what I saw in Warlock Nott’s mind before he sacrificed himself... She needs to know the truth of his passing, and of what his hopes were for his family’s future. I must visit her briefly, and reveal to her what I witnessed in his consciousness. Then I shall come back here and remain with Narcissa.”
“Very well,” Dumbledore agreed. “But Alastor and Amelia shall go with you to make certain that you are returned safely.”

~o0o~

She stirred in several more spoonfuls of sugar, added a dollop of cream, and sipped her third cup of tea as she waited, growing more and more impatient as the morning wore on.
A feeling of doom gnawed in the pit of Minister Dolores Umbridge’s stomach when Lucius and his raiding party had not victoriously returned. Instinctively, the Minister knew something had gone wrong. Her nostrils flared as a spark of rage caught flame. If Lucius or any members of the raiding party had still been alive, at the very least he would have sent the Snatchers back to the Ministry with a message for her. But only one memo had arrived by floo--and it was on a completely unrelated but no less disturbing matter.
The idea of Dolores's beautiful man laying lifeless somewhere was almost unbearable. It would be too much to say that she had loved Lucius; she trusted him not at all, and knew that he did not trust her. Such was the nature of those drawn to Power and Control above all else. But Dolores had always liked pretty things, and Lucius had been very pretty indeed... not to mention extremely useful.
They had both shared the same goals after all, and had both been working on Cornelius Fudge, the previous Minister, to turn him against Albus Dumbledore since the day that Harry Potter had first turned up at Hogwarts after having been hidden from the wizard world for ten years. Their partnership had been mutually beneficial in more ways than one... particularly once she had obtained Lucius Malfoy's release from Azkaban. Lucius had shown his gratitude in a most desirous manner.
And to add to Dolores's distress, it had just been brought to her attention that Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour had surreptitiously reopened Amelia Bones’s investigation into the Minister’s activities. The Minister had no idea who the lead investigator was, but it didn’t matter--the investigation could not stand.
Hands shaking with fury, the Minister began to scribble a memo to the lead Auror of a team that she knew was loyal to her, and her alone, directing him to send investigators to Wiltshire immediately.
Dolores couldn’t bring herself to go to her office at the Ministry today. And she could deal with Rufus later; for now the most important thing was discovering what had become of Lucius.
Several hours later Minister Umbridge received a reply which confirmed her suspicions. The Wiltshire estate was inaccessible, no doubt due to the Fidelius Charm, and still clearly in Madam Black’s hands. No bodies had been recovered, but there was no doubt in her mind--Lucius was dead.
But surely Madam Black could not have managed to overpower two Warlocks and their henchmen on her own. She must have had help. Surely it was too much to suspect that Albus Dumbledore... but perhaps not. Narcissa Black had turned her back on her husband and son--but had she turned her back on her heritage as well?
There was only one who knew Narcissa Black well enough to answer the Minister’s questions. And she was currently overseeing the establishment of the Unspeakable Office’s secret Installation while still recuperating from a grievous injury sustained during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Burying her anger, the Minister drained her umpteenth cup of tea and flung some sparkling powder into her kitchen hearth. She spoke the name of the secret installation and stepped into the green flames.

~o0o~

Draco Malfoy wondered why Snape wasn’t in class today. Instead, that bloated walrus Professor Slughorn was overseeing the lesson.
Malfoy grew anxious, knowing that something was amiss. He had heard nothing from Father or the Minister at breakfast. But they had promised that he could have the day off school to celebrate with his father once the mission to retake the estate had been accomplished.
Draco scowled at the Potters as they hovered over the potion they were working on. Whatever had become of his father, he knew they had something to do with it. Draco’s own potion began to turn a putrid green and boil over.
“Oi... watch it Crabbe!” snapped Draco, flexing his reattached prosthetic hand warningly. “You were supposed to add the rat spleen after the beetle eyes... Now we’ll bloody have to start all over again...”
Hermione frowned and glanced at Malfoy, agitatedly twitching her bushy tail while Harry added the sopophorous beans to their Euphoria Inducing Elixir. They had finished Snape’s Sixth Year Potions Book the previous week and Professor Slughorn had asked them to brew up something just for fun as a demonstration of their skills.
Harry added the wormwood, stirred the potion counterclockwise 6 times, and let it simmer. That ought to do it.
“You alright Hermione?” whispered Harry.
“It’s Malfoy,” Hermione quietly replied. “Something’s gone wrong... and I don’t think it’s his potion that’s bothering him.”
“Well that’s good then,” said Harry, sounding relieved. “I was worried that something had happened to Snape. But if Malfoy’s worried, that means that his father must have failed when he went after Madam Black, doesn’t it?”
“The thing is Harry, Snape might have killed Lucius Malfoy...”
“Well, I know it might sound a bit cold, but that’s good too...”
“That’s not what I mean Harry--I don’t feel a bit sorry for the Malfoys. I think things are about to get very ugly! By this time tomorrow...”
Hermione trailed off and turned to face her husband. She really didn’t know what was going to happen next. Harry could see how scared Hermione was and gave her a hug. Both sensing a change of mood, Parvati and Luna looked up from their own potions at the Potters.
“It’s alright Hermione,” Harry murmured, “We’re all packed, and ready to make a hasty exit at a moment’s notice. And we both know they won’t make a move on us until they’ve managed to force Dumbledore out. I doubt the Minister will move that quickly--she's very cautious. We’ve probably still got a couple of days at least...”
Harry went quiet when Professor Slughorn approached, beaming broadly.
“Well, what have we here Mr Potter?” said the rotund Professor “My word! It appears to be the Elixir to Induce Euphoria--and a most exceptional one at that. Is that a hint of Peppermint I detect?”
Harry nodded.
Hermione couldn’t help purring. Harry was right, there was little point in worrying about Draco and the Carrows while Dumbledore was still Headmaster. Curiosity piqued, Daphne and Jennifer both paused to see what was happening.
“Splendid!” continued the impressed Professor Slughorn, “Simply marvelous! Sev--I mean Professor Snape--was absolutely right--a proper pair of potions prodigies you are. I dare say you would have both given Mr Potter’s mother a run for her money...”

~o0o~

“Severus Snape?” Minister Umbridge appeared disbelieving.
Dolores Umbridge knew that Snape and the Malfoys had fallen out over the Greengrass incident--but that was quite understandable given that it had created an unfortunate rift between two of the most highly respected Pureblood families in Britain. Just as it had been equally unfortunate, but quite understandable, that Warlock Greengrass had thrown his support behind Harry Potter for protecting his youngest daughter.
But prior to that, Lucius had expressed nothing but the highest regards for his old friend, assuring Dolores that Severus Snape had always been dedicated to the Pureblood Agenda, and that he had tricked Albus Dumbledore into supporting him at the end of the first war.
“Severus Snape?” Dolores repeated. “Are you certain of this?”
“Oh yes...” the other witch smirked, “I never trusted Snape. He was much too enamoured of Lily Potter--he asked the Dark Lord to spare her life. But my dear sister--she was always fond of Severus, though she would never admit it. And it was Lucius who kept watch with MacNair when the Dark Lord killed the Potters... If anyone helped Narcissa kill Lucius, it would be Severus.”
“Thank you! Your information is immensely helpful.” The Minister flared her nostrils and pursed her lips. She had been planning to make her play at the end of October, but now it seemed that the regrettable demise of Lucius had nonetheless presented her with an opportunity that could not be ignored. With a bit of finesse, the Minister reasoned that she could move her timetable up and take Hogwarts completely by the end of the week.
Dolores turned her attention back to the other witch, and looked her over. Narcissa Black’s sister looked much better than she had the last time the Minister had seen her. Apparently the blood rituals had remarkable healing effects on the injurious dark curse which the witch had sustained. And though Dolores much preferred wizards, she had to admit that the witch was a vision to behold in her revealing dark-leather outfit.
“I trust you are well,” simpered Dolores, “But if you need anything more from me... anything at all, just ask.”
“Oh thank you Dolores,” purred Bellatrix as she fluttered her eyelashes at the Minister, “But you have done so much for me already--the Pardon, the medical assistance, the job as head of this new institution, the underlings, the use of these delightful facilities, and the screams of the mudbloods you have provided for my amusement thus far...”
“I knew you were a dedicated Slytherin Dolores, but I confess, I had no idea that we had so many pleasures in common. I cannot wait for the next phase of your campaign to go into effect and this detention centre becomes fully operational...”
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