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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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AN: Warning for this chapter: attempted rape and retaliatory violence.

A hum of nervous curiosity and bewilderment rose in the Great Hall as it filled with hungry students at breakfast time. As the Unaffiliated took their seats at the Mingling Table, snatches of conversation could be heard.
“What’s going on?”
“Dunno...”
“Why are those two sitting there?”
“Where’s Dumbledore?”
Harry swallowed anxiously and gave Hermione’s hand a comforting squeeze as they eyed the smug countenances of the Two Inquisitors. The Carrows were seated opposite the Potters in the centre of the Staff Table, looking for all the world like a king and queen waiting for their coronation to begin.
A quick look around the Hall also revealed the presence of wizards with insignia on their robes which Harry didn’t recognise.
“Unspeakables,” Dora whispered, seeing Harry’s puzzled expression.
Hermione bit her lip to stifle a sob as her bushy ginger tail drooped to the floor and her furry ears wilted; a tear escaped and rolled down one cheek.
“You alright Hermione?” Harry asked, giving her hand another gentle squeeze. She nodded forlornly.
“I will be Harry. We knew this was coming at any moment. I... I just... now that it’s actually happening...” Hermione trailed off, unable to say any more.
Harry glanced around the table at the rest of the Unaffiliated; their features were equally glum. The spring was gone from Parvati’s sleek black tail and Luna’s fluffy white tail flopped over the back of her chair instead of waving dreamily.
Fleur’s natural radiance had lost its usual lustre. Daphne was trembling, her face as white as a sheet. She clutched Harry’s other hand tightly with her left hand and one of Fleur’s hands with her right.
Jennifer was miserable--she had grown more comfortable being among the many other students at Hogwarts over the last month, and had enjoyed herself despite everything; she didn’t want to leave. Dora’s countenance was stony and she put her arm around Jennifer protectively when she spotted Malfoy ogling the Unaffiliated and chortling with unabashed glee.
“Well, looks like this is it,” said Harry quietly. “We’ll be alright--just try to stay together everyone, and we’ll jump ship at the earliest opportunity... If anyone gets separated, just get back to our Corridor and stay there until we meet up--Nobody else can get in there except for us...”
Harry was interrupted by the swell of music which heralded the morning news. The ever dapper William O’Hannity began the programme with his usual gratingly pontifical manner, but in place of his usual co-host Endora was someone that everyone recognised all too well.
“Thank you for that very kind introduction William,” said the pink clad toad-like woman in a breathy girlish voice. Her tone dropped a notch and hardened as she continued.
“I am afraid I have some very grave news from the Ministry this morning. I felt that given the nature of this dire circumstance, it was imperative that I myself be the one to impart the information in the spirit of Ministry openness and transparency...”
“As you are no doubt aware, the DMLE and the Unspeakable Office have been investigating the events which occurred at Hogwarts shortly before the end of summer. What you may not know, is that the Ministry has also been investigating the recent death of one of Britain’s most esteemed Warlocks, Lucius Malfoy...”
“NO!” gasped O’Hannity with well-rehearsed sincerity. “Warlock Malfoy is dead? How dreadful...”
“Yes, it is a great loss to Wizarding Britain,” continued the Minister. “But his death was no accident--it was murder most foul. And the subsequent investigation revealed that it was inextricably linked to the events at Hogwarts. I cannot reveal everything due to the sensitive nature of the ongoing investigations, but I can say that the principal suspect is none other than the Potions Master of Hogwarts, Severus Snape...”
The well-coiffed O’Hannity gasped again and the Minister went on.
“The link became clear when it was discovered by Aurors loyal to the Ministry that the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was interfering with the investigation of Warlock Malfoy’s murder...”
“As it turns out--shockingly--Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour has been working for Albus Dumbledore all along, and has been sabotaging both the investigation of Lucius Malfoy’s murder, and the investigation into Headmaster Dumbledore’s long-running blood-feud with the misunderstood misanthrope we have all come to know as ‘You-Know-Who’...”
“It became necessary to have the Unspeakable Office conduct an Independent Investigation to sort out all of the facts... Rufus Scrimgeour was placed under arrest late Wednesday, and the Unspeakable Office has since determined that the former Head of the Auror Office was covering up Albus Dumbledore’s affiliation with notorious wand-thief, and muggleborn insurrectionist, Dick Turpentine.”
“The evidence is now quite clear--Albus Dumbledore, long known for his disregard for our most noble and ancient wizarding traditions and genetic heritage, has for many years been surreptitiously plotting the overthrow of the Ministry and illegally training muggles how to use wands in order to raise his own army.”
“This very morning, Albus Dumbledore fled Hogwarts when Aurors loyal to the Ministry, and Unspeakables, were dispatched to apprehend him...”
“There are many questions which remain of course--while the Violent Revolutionary Albus Dumbledore and his minion Severus Snape remain at large--and a purge is being conducted within the Ministry to uproot any more of Dumbledore’s spies.”
“Meanwhile, the investigation continues at Hogwarts, this time with the full participation of the Unspeakable Office. The Inquisitors previously dispatched have agreed to assume the role of Headmaster and Headmistress until such a time as Hogwarts has been thoroughly cleansed of Albus Dumbledore’s contamination...”
William O’Hannity had been silent, rapt with attention until the Minister appeared to have concluded her statement. He took the opportunity to press for more information.
“Well, that is some shocking news indeed Minister Umbridge! Is there anything more that you can tell us?”
“I am afraid that is all I can impart at this time William,” the Minister responded, with a return to her initial honeyed tones. “When Albus Dumbledore is in the Ministry’s custody, and more of his agents have been apprehended, then we shall perhaps have a better understanding of how far this conspiracy reaches... The Ministry shall of course update the public regularly as more information becomes available.”
The enormous Wiz-Vision screen displayed two new educational decrees at the conclusion of the morning news as the Great Hall went silent except for a few nervous coughs from muggleborn students, and snickers from those who approved of the Minister’s message:

Educational Decree #25

Inquisitors Alecto Carrow and Amycus Carrow have accepted the position of Headmaster and Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Educational Decree #26

Students who wish to become members of the Inquisitorial Squad are to make themselves known to the new Heads of Hogwarts, and will be chosen according to a strict set of standards.

The Inquisitorial Squad are to be accorded full authority as deputies of the new Headmaster and Headmistress. The inquiries and commands of said deputies are to be obeyed as if issued by the Headmaster or Headmistress themselves.

~o0o~

“Did you see the badge on Malfoy’s robes? looks like they’ve already picked out members of the Inquisitorial Squads!” Parvati muttered, wagging her sleek black tail furiously as the Unaffiliated departed the Great Hall.
“Maybe we should just leave right now--before anything happens,” Harry said worriedly.
“We can’t just yet...” Dora pointed at the Unspeakables patrolling the corridors, “...we’re bein’ watched to make sure we go to class. We’ll ‘ave to wait till lunchtime. We’ll make a break for it then.”
“I think it is best that we go wiz you to your classes though,” Fleur remarked. “Dora and I will be accepted as ‘Teacher’s Assistants’ by ze Professors.”
Harry sighed. This wasn’t good. Even with Dora and Fleur tagging along, he was loathe to go to Potions and risk being trapped in the dungeons. He had considered the possibility that the Carrows might bring in Enforcers from the Ministry, but there seemed to be far more than he had anticipated.
There was little choice though for the time being, so to Potions they all went. Harry was extremely thankful that the Professors were already prepared to acknowledge Fleur and Dora as ‘Teacher’s Assistants.’
“I’ve been thinking about that Dick Turpentine business Harry,” Hermione whispered as they made their way to class. “I don’t think it can be real... it’s all too convenient.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Harry replied quietly. “It doesn’t make any sense. Everyone knows you have to already have magic to use a wand... it’s just rubbish!”
“And not only that Harry--the name Dick Turpentine--does it ring a bell?”
Harry shook his head. “I dunno... should it?”
“It sounds to me like a takeoff based on Dick Turpin,” said Hermione. “He was a Muggle Highwayman in the 18th century who was hung as a horse-thief--but people made up stories... and even a television show about him later which made him out to be more of a rebel against the government... more or less a Robin Hood figure. But what if...”
“...the Minister got the idea from the Muggle PM!” Harry gasped as a chill ran down his spine. “You’re right Hermione--that has to be it. Umbridge concocted the whole story as an excuse to go after Dumbledore and round up Muggleborns...”
“...and to go after you Harry. She’s been making you out to be a sort of dangerous rebel on the side of muggleborn wizards all along!”

~o0o~

Potions seemed to go relatively smoothly. Professor Slughorn had accepted Dora and Fleur as his “Teacher’s Assistants” without any question, and Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to be seen. Harry presumed that they had been given the freedom to do whatever they liked as members of the Inquisitorial Squad.
Harry knew the illusion of relative safety wouldn’t last long though, and he refused to let it lull him into a false sense of security. If Malfoy was going to try anything, he suspected it would be here in the dungeons.
When class let out, Harry’s worst fears were realised when he heard Draco Malfoy laughing. He peered down the passage, and spotted Malfoy dragging a screaming Ginny Weasley deeper into the tunnels. The two Unspeakables outside the Potions classroom smirked and pointed their wands at the few students still in the corridor, forcing them to back off.
“Bloody Fucking Hell!” Harry swore as he and Hermione both took off running after Malfoy and Ginny.
The rest of the Unaffiliated chased after the Potters. Dora had fallen a bit behind as she had stopped to pick up everyone’s bookbags which they had dropped when they took pursuit.
“This is probably a trap!” gasped Harry as they turned down the passageway they had last seen Malfoy and Ginny go down.
“Of course it is...” Hermione wheezed, her bushy tail billowing behind her as they ran. “But we can’t do nothing... Ginny’s our friend! This way...” Hermione pointed down a dungeon corridor at the next four-way junction. “I can smell them.”
Luna, Parvati, and Jennifer caught up to the Potters first, and the spells hit them from out of the shadows. Two Unspeakables emerged from the darkness pointing their wands at Fleur and Daphne.
Daphne and Fleur had their own wands at the ready, but Amycus Carrow stepped out from one of the tunnels behind them.
“Just hold it right there girls...” Headmaster Carrow growled. “Just put your wands away nice and easy like--and there won’t be any more trouble for you. It’s the Potters we want... but I’m perfectly willing to have one of these here gentlemen kill one o’ your other little friends right now if you don’t behave--at the moment, they’re all just in a Bewitched Sleep.”
Fleur and Daphne glared at the new Headmaster, and weighed the risks. They spotted Crabbe and Goyle approaching with Malfoy and realised that they were outnumbered.
“What about Ginny Weasley?” Daphne asked the new Headmaster bluntly.
“Heh! Just another Slytherin polyjuiced to look like her,” Headmaster Carrow snorted mirthfully.
“But ‘ermione, she would not be fooled...” Fleur interjected angrily, “Ginny’s smell...”
“...Was replicated,” the Headmaster responded. “It wouldn’ ‘ave fooled Mrs Potter forever... just long enough to get her where we wanted her. Anyway, that’s quite enough blabbing outta you two.”
The Headmaster pointed his fingers at the Unspeakables. “You two go keep an eye out, make sure no more students come down this way. Me and the lads here will take care of this lot.”
The Unspeakables nodded and jogged down the passageway the Unaffiliated had just come through.
Draco chortled at the slumbering captives as Headmaster Carrow, Crabbe, and Goyle, placed the Potters, Luna, Parvati, and Jennifer in a warded dungeon cell, relieving them of their wands.
“Nice work Draco...” Headmaster Carrow patted Malfoy on the shoulder. “You led them right into our trap. Be here tomorrow morning at 9 sharp... we’ll wake them and you can assist with the interrogation.”
“What about those two?” asked Draco, jerking his head towards Daphne and Fleur. “And the other girl... the one who gave us the slip!”
“Heh! The Minister says hands-off those two...” the new Headmaster smirked, noticing Draco’s leering features. “The Minister doesn’t want a bloody war with France, and if Warlock Greengrass hears that you’ve been messing with his other daughter, he could still cause us a bit of trouble in the Wizengamot--so don’ even think about it.”
Draco’s face fell; he’d hoped to have another crack at Daphne, and the French girl was extremely alluring. Amycus Carrow shook his head and chuckled, understanding all too well the needs of a teenage Slytherin wizard.
“Don’t worry about the other one, whoever she is--another Mudblood we think. We’re still looking into her records--she’s in the new post-graduate programme. But she won’t be able to hide forever--you and your mates can have a go at her if you find her... or any other Mudbloods in Hogwarts, or the bints in Gryffindor--there’s not a one from any family anyone important cares about in Gryffindor.”
Draco’s features perked up again at that piece of good news.
“Anyway, I think they’ll all behave if they don’t want one of their Mudblood or Halfbreed friends to wake up dead tomorrow!” snorted the new Headmaster. He turned to address Fleur and Daphne.
“And don’t bother alerting any other staff-members ladies. They’re all being watched by Unspeakables. And I’m not joking about killing a few of your little friends. Except for the Potters, they’re all expendable. You got me girls?” Amycus concluded with a bark.
Daphne and Fleur glanced at each other fearfully, then nodded and turned to leave, passing an Unspeakable who had just entered the dungeon corridor. Headmaster Carrow spotted the Unspeakable and handed him the wands he had collected from the Unaffiliated in the cell.
“Here, go lock these up in the Staff-Room Safe. We’ll be examining them tomorrow.”
The Unspeakable looked a bit surprised, but he nodded and turned back the way he had come, passing another Unspeakable who had arrived to take the first watch over the prisoners.
“Right then,” Headmaster Carrow addressed Draco again. “Why don’t you and your mates go have some fun--you’ve earned it.”

~o0o~

“Oi... Ginny,” yelled Dean Thomas when he saw her at lunch. “How’d you get away from Malfoy.”
“What?”
“I saw him drag you into the dungeons earlier...” said Dean, frowning in puzzlement. “After Potions... Neville, Ron and Seamus had already left. Lavender and I would have run after Harry and the rest of the Unaffiliated to help you, but a couple of those Fascist Ministry blokes forced us away...”
“I was never in the dungeons this morning... I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The blood from Ginny’s face drained when the implications of Dean’s bizarre pronouncement suddenly hit her.
“Wait, Harry and the others ran after me? Where are they then?” Ginny yelled. “Why aren’t you doing something about it?”
“I dunno really... I suppose they’re still in the dungeons.” Dean looked crestfallen. “I’m not sure what to do though. These bloody Unspeakables seem to be everywhere.”
“Gah!” Ginny exploded as the blood rushed back into her face. “Fred and George will know what to do, have you seen them? What about Neville? Does anyone know what’s happening?”
“I’m not sure really,” Dean shrank back; he’d never seen Ginny this angry. “I told Neville the first moment I got a chance just a few minutes ago, and then he started talking to the Twins but they all took off. They might have gone back to the Common Room...”
The last thing Dean saw was the back of Ginny’s red hair as she bolted.
Ginny ran back to Gryffindor Tower to find Neville and the Twins to see if anyone knew what was going on. As she flew by an open classroom door, strong hands grabbed her arms from behind and dragged her inside. Her wand slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor as someone else slammed the door and put a silencing charm on it.
She struggled furiously, and glared at McLaggen, assuming correctly that Towler was the one holding her arms.
“You bastards... Let me go!” Ginny shrieked. McLaggen slapped her across the face and grabbed her jaw.
“Or what, you little slag?” McLaggen jutted his chin and pointed at the Inquisitorial Squad badge on his robes. Ginny’s eyes widened in alarm. “Malfoy isn’t the only one with one of these. Scream all you like, there’s a silencing charm on the door. You’re mine now... No Dumbledore--and no Potters to protect you... Now we’ve finally got a chance to finish the fun we started last year...”
“You’re a little minx in heat, the way you’re all over that little fairy squib, Longbottom.” McLaggen leered as he let go of Ginny’s jaw and gripped one of her breasts painfully instead. “Time for you to finally put out for a real man...”
Ginny’s heart thudded against the wall of her chest when Cormac began to unbuckle his belt and Towler sniffed her hair. McLaggen and Towler were much bigger than her, but Ginny put that out of her head as she tried to control her breathing and remember her training.
She tightened her jaw and neck muscles as she forced herself to watch McLaggen unzip himself and expose his swelling hardness, waiting for him to get closer again. When his hand slipped between her thighs and pushed up her skirt, Ginny reacted.
Forcefully, Ginny drove her knee into McLaggen’s groin and slammed the back of her head into Towler’s nose, feeling it shatter against her skull.
Towler stumbled backwards with a scream, releasing Ginny. McLaggen doubled over, groaning. Ginny silently summoned her wand from near the classroom door and circled to McLaggen’s side as he let go of his aching manhood and stood upright.
“You little whore!” he snarled, fumbling in his robes for his wand, not realising that Ginny had already retrieved hers. “I’m going to make you regret that...”
“No, I don’t think you will,” Ginny said evenly as she slashed her wand.
It took McLaggen a moment to realise what had just happened, then he peered in horror at the pallid fleshy thing lying on the floor as blood gushed from between his legs. Cormac fainted and collapsed.
Towler eyed Ginny in terror as he held one hand over his own bloody face. Ginny glared ferociously at him and turned to leave. Seeing his advantage, Towler whipped out his wand. Ginny spun around and slashed her own wand again.
Towler fell to his knees, howling in agony as crimson fluid spurted from the stump where his wand hand used to reside. Ginny snorted disdainfully, kicking the dismembered hand away from her would-be assailant.
“You two really are a pair of idiots!” Ginny muttered as she picked up and snapped Towler’s wand in two, surprising herself with her calmness. “Did you both really think I didn’t learn a few things from Harry and Hermione about how to deal with creeps like you? If you two don’t bleed to death before getting some help--don’t forget that.”
Squeamishly, Ginny searched McLaggen until she found his wand and broke it in half as well. Then she turned on her heel and stalked out of the classroom without looking back.

AN: Response to reviews:
@ Marvolo: "You may not like him, Percy, but you can't deny: Dumbledore's got style."
I totally almost went there... Haha! :D ...I restrained myself at the last minute though.
@ Starr: Thanks for your continued reviews. :-)
I had a feeling you would appreciate the manner of Lucius Malfoy's demise. I think you will like what happens to Draco even more... ;-) ...and yes, Percy will get what's coming to him eventually in this fic.
This chapter ends on a bit of a cliffhanger; try not to chew your nails to the nub though. I think you will like how things resolve in the next chapter.
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