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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

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The Coven was appalled by the state of Wiz-Vision's Saturday evening programming. As of yet, only two channels were available to the public: WVN and WVN Sports--though adverts suggested that more would be offered in coming months. The third channel, WVN Hogwarts, was a special feed which only the Hogwarts screen could receive. WVN Sports mostly featured local, regional, and international Quidditch of course, but it was interspersed with Broomstick Racing, Troll Fighting, and Wizard Chess and Exploding Snap Tournaments.
Harry had expected that the evening news (which also featured William O’Hannity and Endora LeFay), would have wall to wall coverage of the mayhem at Hogwarts. But there was only a single reference to what had happened, delivered in a surprisingly perfunctory manner, accompanied by images of the Wanted Posters which he and Dora had seen earlier that afternoon.
“Ministry Officials are investigating reports of vandalism and violence at Hogwarts last night, following in the wake of Albus Dumbledore’s ouster,” the announcement began. “The death of a student has been rumoured, but Officials are keeping mum on the details until the initial stages of the investigation are completed.”
“The only information which is being released at this time, is that Harry James Potter and his wife, the Muggleborn Halfbreed, Hermione Jean Potter, were witnessed fleeing the scene of the crime along with two accomplices, Fred and George Weasley.”
“Warrants have been issued to detain them all for questioning, and all civilians are being warned to avoid confronting any of the suspects as they are to be considered armed and dangerous. Anyone who has any information regarding their whereabouts are being asked to pass it on to the Auror Office.”
Daphne gasped in horror.
“I’m sorry,” she wailed. “It’s all my fault--I can’t believe they’re blaming you two and the Twins...”
“It’s alright Daphne,” said Harry, giving her a hug, and trying to squash his own guilty feelings again for getting the Weasley Twins involved. “The Minister would have just made up a reason to come after me and Hermione anyway...”
“Harry’s right Daphne, and I’m just glad the Minister isn’t blaming you and Ginny,” Hermione added, twitching her furry ears sympathetically as she cuddled Daphne with her fluffy tail and gave her a kiss.
“Forget it Chérie,” Fleur murmured as she wrapped her arms around Daphne and kissed her as well. “The Minister, she will say anything to turn people against our Harry and Hermione. You had nothing to do wiz this--she is just a liar.”
Daphne nodded glumly and did her best to put it out of her head as they all turned their attention back to the Wiz-Vision.
Following the news was a rather horrid hour-long game-show called Spot the Muggleborn, which invited thirteen contestants to compete in performing spells, and then to try and guess which one among themselves was a muggleborn--the winner to receive a 50 galleon prize.
Only one of the competitors was a muggleborn, who was pretending not to be, and if none of the other twelve wizards guessed right by the end of the programme, the muggleborn wizard would receive a 10 galleon prize. If more than one person guessed correctly, their names were all written on a slip of parchment and dropped into a wizard’s hat, the winner to be randomly selected by the muggleborn wizard who was blindfolded for the task.
The Coven only watched the one episode out of sheer morbid curiosity, and all of them felt rather ill by the end of it. Next up was an hour of children’s evening programming.
“Oh no!” Harry groaned and palmed his face when he recognised the character from one of Ron’s favourite comics, The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle.
“This is dreadful! ” Jennifer moaned as the cartoon character engaged in one boorish, idiotic antic after another.
“What did Ron ever see in that revolting comic?” Hermione hissed angrily as her furry tail bristled.
“I dunno really... and in retrospect, I’m surprised that his mum and dad let him read it,” Harry muttered. “I have to admit, I got a bit of a laugh when I read them--but that was only because they were so stupid.”
“And why do they make this ridiculous character French?” Fleur fumed.
Nobody had a good answer for that, and everyone was thoroughly embarrassed. The detective show--Auror Morris--which launched the portion of the evening programming for adults didn’t seem quite so awful for most of the programme, but nobody was surprised when the murderer turned out to be a muggleborn wizard.
The period drama Fly by Knight appeared to be a soap opera regaling viewers with the travails of a wealthy 15th century pureblood family--many of them brought about by their bumbling muggleborn servants. The main protagonists reminded the Coven uncomfortably of the Malfoys, but they were portrayed as tragically noble, long-suffering characters.
“That’s stupid,” Parvati grumbled, her sleek black tail twitching crossly when one of the nieces was burned at the stake by a mob of angry muggles. “She could have just performed a flame freezing charm...”
“And even a First Year knows that nearly all the ‘witches’ who were persecuted were actually muggles,” Luna added, rolling her eyes and swishing her fluffy white tail.
The least offensive programme that evening was The Wiz Factor, a talent show for singers which was hosted by Celestina Warbeck--but it was rather boring as all of the singers just appeared to be doing their utmost to mimic Celestina. Even Parvati, who had been very interested at first, was cringing after the first 15 minutes of the show.
The comedy/talk show hosted by the smarmy Grayson Morton was just too much--every other joke was about muggles or muggleborn wizards, and Harry turned off the Wiz-Vision after five minutes of it, sick to his stomach.
“Well--that was bloody awful!” Harry said through gritted teeth. “Looks like the only thing this is good for at the moment is keeping us up on the news--skewed as it is--and a bit of sports.”
“Why don’t you turn the regular telly back on?” said Dora, “I need to watch somethin’ fun now to cleanse my brain before we go to bed.”
“Sounds good to me,” Harry agreed, flicking to the guide channel on the muggle television.
“Oh look, Star Wars is going to be on in a few minutes,” said Luna, her fluffy white tail perking up. “Can we watch that please, Harry? You’ve told us so much about it...”
“Oooh, please Harry?” Parvati looked at Harry hopefully.
Harry glanced at Dora, Jennifer, and Hermione, all of whom had seen it before, but none of them had any objections. If anything, they all seemed eager to share their enjoyment of it with the other witches. Dobby made them all some popcorn, and soon the horrible Wiz-Vision shows were forgotten as everyone got sucked into the exciting space adventure.
“You were right Harry,” Daphne chortled during a break for advertisements, “Obi Wan is a bit like Dumbledore...”
“But his beard is a bit short,” Luna giggled.
The Coven never did make it to bed that night. They all dozed off in the parlour, snuggled together on the sofas with buttery fingers, the room lit only by the glow of the flickering images on the television screen.

~o0o~
Deputy Minister Percy Weasley took a deep breath to steady himself before entering the secret interrogation chamber in the Department of Mysteries. It was Monday morning, and he hoped that sitting in a cell all weekend would have made his father open to reason.
Percy really didn’t want to do this, but his father had left him no choice. Percy’s father had always been one of Dumbledore’s staunchest supporters, and it was long past time for him to see the error of his ways. Percy had agreed with the Minister that his father might be more inclined to be cooperative with Percy than with any of the Unspeakable Interrogators. Finally feeling ready, Percy gave the heavy iron door to the cell a push and it swung open with a groaning sound.
Arthur Weasley coldly regarded his son Percy, the Senior Undersecretary and Deputy to the Minister. Percy loomed over his shackled father and scowled.
“Hello Father. I hope that this little time-out has brought you to your senses.” When his father didn’t respond, Percy sighed and had another go.
“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. I only want what’s best Father... It’s too late for Fred and George, they’ve made their bed. But I don’t want Ginny and Ron to go the same way...”
Arthur Weasley stiffened, but he still said nothing.
“Did you hear about Draco Malfoy? He was killed by Daphne Greengrass--according to the Minister, Ginny was involved.”
“What? The Malfoy boy is dead? ” gasped Arthur Weasley in shock, finally moved to speak to his estranged son. He had been arrested the afternoon of the same day that the Unspeakables had been dispatched to Hogwarts to detain Dumbledore, and had heard no news since then. “Ginny... what’s happened? You haven’t arrested her have you?”
“No... and she’s alright for the moment,” Percy responded, pleased to have got his father talking. “The Minister won’t be seeking charges against the Greengrass girl--but that’s just politics--and the Minister is willing to let Ginny’s role in the affair go... Thank Goodness!”
“But it’s really all down to Potter. Ginny’s head is still full of the Saviour nonsense you and Mum fed us all with. We know it’s really Potter who’s to blame...”
“That’s ridiculous,” spat the elder Weasley. “If Draco Malfoy is dead, then he brought it on himself, and he only has his Death Eater father to blame!”
“Lucius Malfoy only did what he believed was necessary to counter Dumbledore’s political meddling,” said Percy, his voice rising. “Warlock Malfoy was sick of Dumbledore undermining our wizarding heritage and promoting the dilution of our bloodlines. Yes, Malfoy acted outside of the colour of authority, but the Minister and I know the truth now. We know that Dumbledore has been plotting for years to overthrow the Ministry with an army of muggles...”
“You can’t be serious--talk about filling heads with nonsense!” Arthur snorted. “That’s absolutely preposterous! You don’t seriously believe the swill the Minister has been pushing about muggles stealing wands do you? I thought you were smarter than that!”
“The Unspeakables are still working on that,” Percy admitted. “We don't know how he's doing it, but if anyone could figure out how to teach muggles to use magic, it’s Dumbledore. The man is a genius--a mad twisted genius, true--but brilliant nonetheless...”
“We know that Dumbledore invented some sort of weapon which destroys dark creatures. You were at Hogwarts when Potter used it to wipe out thousands of Voldemort’s Inferi and a swarm of his Dementors--not to mention killing and injuring a horde of Giants and Mountain Trolls. We’re hoping you can tell us about that...”
“Honestly Percy, I have no idea how Harry Potter and his friends did that!” Arthur peered at his son as if he were a three headed cat. “Dumbledore never told a single one of us how that was accomplished. I admit that the man does play some things close to the vest... but Dumbledore’s only goal has ever been the preservation of life and justice for all magicals...”
“That’s not entirely true father,” Percy interrupted. “Did you know that before they had a falling out, that the Great Protector of the Muggleborn was once Gellert Grindelwald’s best friend?”
Percy noted the look of stunned disbelief on his father’s face with satisfaction and continued.
“That’s right... Dumbledore never cared about muggleborn one bit. It was all part of his plan to take over the Ministry...”
“If that was true, then Dumbledore would have accepted the post of Minister when it was offered after Voldemort fell the first time around!” Arthur snapped. “Open your eyes Percy! These are all lies!”
Percy sighed and shook his head, seeing that he wasn’t getting through to his father.
“You’ll say anything to protect Dumbledore and Potter won’t you?” Percy snarled as pulled his wand from his robes. “Well what about your family? What about protecting us--protecting Ginny and Ron?” Percy’s voice rose as his blood began to boil.
“Is that why you never accepted a higher paying position in the Ministry?” Percy shouted, his face reddening. “...So that you could waste all your time helping Dumbledore promote his allegedly pro-muggle agenda? To help him pollute our gene pool and spit upon our culture? So that you could perform Secret Experiments on muggle artifacts at Dumbledore's behest? You’re just as obsessed as he is with destroying the fabric of our society, and YOU had something to do with creating that Secret Weapon of his--I KNOW IT!”
“Come on, just admit it!,” Percy growled, raising his wand. “Don’t make me do this...”
The blood drained from Arthur Weasley’s face when he realised to what lengths his son was willing to go. He swallowed, wondering how he had managed to fail Percy so utterly.
“Percy, please... think about what you’re doing...” Arthur began, trying to reason with his son. “You don’t have to do this...”
“I am truly sorry that it has come to this... Father,” sneered Percy, bitter tears stinging his eyes as he pointed his wand at Arthur. “Believe me, I’d much rather not have to do this--but the Minister’s other methods of interrogation are far more damaging and potentially lethal. And despite everything between us, I would rather not see you injured--you are still family after all...”
“I was hoping that you’d see reason... It would be to the Greater Good and to your own good--to our Family’s good--if you would simply renounce Dumbledore and Potter... tell us where they are and everything you know about the Secret Weapon...”
“Never! I don’t know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you or the Minister!” Arthur looked at his son imploringly. “Percy, you have to know that the Minister is manipulating you--filling you with lies--she is as evil as Voldemort ever was...”
Percy peered at his father incredulously.
“Evil? ...Seriously? Let me tell you what Evil is--Father... Evil is perverting and denying our wizarding heritage with your unhealthy obsession for muggles and your misguided loyalty to Dumbledore. Evil is taking that obsession to such a degree that you have put our family name to shame and ruined our family financially...”
“Did you know that due to your obsessions, our family’s social and political blood-status has been downgraded to ‘Questionable?’ ...did you know that because of you, our name is a laughingstock? ...but you don’t care, do you father? You don’t care that you’ve betrayed me--betrayed us all--your family... your Blood!”
“This is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you,” Percy muttered as his bitter tears began falling. “I’ll give you one more opportunity father--it’s not too late to stand up for what’s right. Tell us where Dumbledore and the Potters are--give up the Secret Weapon...”
“Percy, please...” Arthur beseeched. “Wake up before it’s too late...”
The red arc of the Cruciatus Curse erupted from the tip of Percy Weasley’s wand, and the screams of his father echoed through the secret detention chambers in the Department of Mysteries.

~o0o~
“I’m sorry... he won’t talk!” Percy said dejectedly. “I was so sure I could make him see reason--see how much he’s hurting the family...”
“There, there dear,” Dolores said soothingly as she patted Percy’s hand. She poured him a steaming cup of chamomile tea. “Never mind Percy--you did your best. And despite his recalcitrance, I have no wish to cause your father any great injury--he is still your family after all. I have a much better idea for achieving our goals...”

AN: Response to review:
@ Starr: Percy will eventually get what he deserves, and the Twins will survive in this fic.
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