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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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The next few days passed busily at Number 12 for the Coven as they spent a bit of time working out a schedule to keep up with their schoolwork and continue their group-training. They managed to clear out one of the rooms in the basement, jamming everything except for a few statues into the other basement-room.
When it had been cleared, they strengthened the walls, floor, and ceiling, with every silencing and fortification Charm and Rune sequence that they could find in their schoolbooks, and in the books in Number 12’s library.
It was no Room of Requirement, but by the time they had completed the task, it was adequate enough to stand up to combat-spellwork without causing problems for their neighbours. Harry and Hermione had just finished testing a bombarda and a repairing spell on the statue that they had been practicing on when Dora called down the stairs to the basement.
“Harry, Hermione... you two might want to come watch the WVN news yourselves. The Ministry’s supposed to be makin’ some sort of announcement.”
“Thanks Dora, we’ll be right there.”
Moments later, everyone was in the parlour in front of the Wiz-Vision. As with the previous special announcement which they had seen at Hogwarts, William O’Hannity the news-anchor introduced the Minister. But this time the impeccably groomed announcer also introduced somebody else... someone who was all too recognisable--Percy Weasley, looking as stiff as a board.
“Thank you once again for your kind introduction William,” the Minister began warmly. “As I had previously mentioned I would do, in the Ministry’s bid to keep the public informed, I have returned to update you on current affairs in regards to the investigations at Hogwarts, and into Albus Dumbledore’s dirty dealings at large.”
And as before, the Minister’s voice grew stonier as she continued.
“Now that the initial investigation into the events last Friday at Hogwarts has been completed, I can reveal to you that yes--a student was killed at Hogwarts. Young Draco Malfoy--who had been set to take on the mantle of Warlock following the assassination of his father by Dumbledore’s associate, Severus Snape--was himself assassinated.”
“NO!” gasped O’Hannity. “You don’t say!”
“Yes!” the Minister returned, “And as indicated in the brief Ministry release on Saturday, the evidence points to Mr Potter and his wife. They fled the scene shortly after the commission of the assassination, accompanied by none other than Fred and George Weasley, who had started a riot to cover their escape from Hogwarts.”
“Is there any truth to the rumours that muggleborn students were involved?” asked the slick newscaster.
“Not directly in regards to the assassination of young Mr Malfoy,” the Minister replied, “however, it is true that during the riot, the muggleborn students also fled Hogwarts. We believe that this was due to leaks regarding the Ministry’s next phase of the investigation into the treasonous activities of Albus Dumbledore and the muggleborn revolutionaries.”
“As part of our ongoing efforts to secure the future for our ancient heritage, and maintain order, the Ministry is announcing the formation of the Muggleborn Registration Commission. All persons of muggle descent--those with no wizarding parentage whatsoever--who purport to be wizards, must register themselves with the Ministry so that we can closely monitor their activities, and also to determine their true magical status... or lack thereof.”
“And it was with an eye towards these efforts, that the Ministry had been planning on expelling all muggleborn students from Hogwarts in any case; however, not before such a time as each and every muggleborn student could be registered, and then removed to a more fitting facility.”
“Someone--perhaps one of Dumbledore’s spies in the Ministry--must have leaked advance notice at Hogwarts... The flight of the muggleborn from Hogwarts thus represents a minor setback in terms of rounding up for examination these new entrants into our magical society.”
“As to our other efforts to uncover the extent of Dumbledore’s conspiracy, a purge has begun within the Ministry. I should preface this next bit to say that my Deputy Minister, Senior Undersecretary Percy Weasley, is beyond reproach--he has denounced the actions of his brothers, Fred and George Weasley.”
“It is to be understood that these young men are likely being manipulated by Albus Dumbledore, and if they do turn themselves over to authorities, renounce their affiliation with the Potters and Albus Dumbledore, and throw themselves at the mercy of the Ministry, they shall receive a fair hearing, and leniency shall be shown. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for the Head of House Weasley--perhaps it would be best if my Senior Undersecretary explained...”
Percy nodded at Minister Umbridge with an icy expression and took up the narrative.
“Thank you Minister, I would be delighted to...” Percy began.
“Much to my great distress, my very own father--Ministry Employee, Warlock Arthur Weasley--has been determined to be one of Albus Dumbledore’s spies within the Ministry itself,” Percy said coldly. “My father has been arrested, and awaits trial. He is currently being detained in the Ministry’s holding facilities.”
“Due to the ongoing investigation, and the purge within the Ministry, the date of his trial has not been set. It is hoped that Warlock Weasley will be cooperative in exposing the rest of Dumbledore’s agents. Until such a time, Warlock Weasley shall remain indefinitely in detention, and be subject to interrogation...”
“Now, in regards to the muggleborn insurrection, I urge all muggleborn to present themselves to the Ministry at this time for Registration. Things will go much easier for them, and all who are cooperative shall be treated fairly. However, those who are recalcitrant, and who attempt to avoid registration shall be shown no such leniency...”
Percy narrowed his eyes and his voice hardened as he spoke with even greater vehemence.
“Furthermore, given the violence and lack of regard for civilised behaviour on the part of Dumbledore’s supporters and the insurrectionists, the ban on the employment of Unforgivable Curses has been lifted--for Ministry Officials only...”
“We will use whatever means are necessary to restore Order, and to secure the rights of those with Ancient Blood to move about freely without being subject to violent repression by those of dubious status...” Percy glanced at Dolores “...Minister, do you have anything else to add?”
“Thank you Deputy Minister, I should just like to put some concerns to rest...” Dolores replied, then she turned to speak directly to the viewers in her sweetest, silkiest tones.
“Undoubtedly, the lifting of the ban on the use of Unforgivables is not without some controversy--even among those of the Ancient Houses. However, the majority of the Wizengamot has spoken in concord with the Ministry...”
“And we must stress to those among the Ancient Houses who continue to harbour reservations, that this is to the Greater Good in order to preserve our ancient wizarding heritage from dilution and sabotage. I look forward to the cooperation of all...”
“Please remember--the Ministry is here to serve you! Thank you, and good night!”
Harry gaped at the screen as moans and squeals of horror escaped from the other members of the Coven. Hermione gripped Harry’s arm tightly, hissing as her bushy tail bristled.
“Bloody Hell!” Dora murmured.
“I can’t believe she actually got the ban lifted!” Parvati fumed, her sleek black tail whipping angrily.
“The Unforgivables--those are the Death Curse and the Torture Curse, aren’t they!?” Jennifer gasped.
“And the Imperius--the mind-control curse...” Daphne nearly whispered.
Fleur and Luna sat in stunned silence, horrified expressions on their faces.
“If Percy’s alright with the Unforgivables--anything could happen to Mr Weasley,” Harry said quietly, his face ashen.
Hermione glanced at Harry anxiously, sensing his cold fury growing.
“Harry... it’s probably a trap. The Minister--she knows us too well--she’s baiting us...”
“Yeah! I know...!” Harry peered into his wife’s eyes and she nodded, flicking her furry ears.
“Good! Just as long as we’re all clear,” said Hermione. “So what are we going to do to rescue Mr Weasley then?”
“Ahem... Might I offer a suggestion?” said a familiar and vaguely supercilious voice belonging to someone unseen.
Harry, Hermione and the others turned in surprise to peer at the landscape painting on the wall behind the main sofa.
“Er... Headmaster Black, what are you doing here?” asked Harry in bewilderment.
“Please, Phineas Nigellus is good enough... there is no need for formalities outside of Hogwarts. And this is one of the homes of my portrait after all! I am free to wander the paintings in any building my portraits reside in...”
“Oh, er... right--of course! Sorry Headma... Phineas Nigellus!”
“In any case, that brings me to my point. I have a portrait at the Ministry as well, and I can tell you--Arthur Weasley is NOT in the Ministry’s official holding facility on level 10. I have it on good information from another portrait that Arthur Weasley was last seen being escorted into the Department of Mysteries...”
“So the Minister is baiting a trap for us then!” Hermione stated, her bushy tail quivering in agitation.
“Without question...” Phineas Nigellus affirmed, “however...”
“...you can get us in!” Harry interjected, his heart racing as his adrenaline began to pump. “And Dora and I can slip into the DoM in disguise to find Mr Weasley, and then we can all get back out through your portrait.”
“Indeed!” the portrait said drily. “I just happen to know of a painting very near to the DoM’s secret detention and interrogation chambers. Though, if it is just the two of you, you may be at a disadvantage numerically speaking...”
“We’ll go late at night when there are less people, and Harry and Dora won’t be alone,” Hermione stated in a steely voice.
Harry peered at Hermione anxiously. The last thing he wanted was to get her captured or killed as well, but he recognised her tone of voice as one which would brook no argument. Harry supposed if he couldn't extend the Invisibility Spell to cover Hermione entirely, there was always the Disillusionment Charm--that would work almost as well.
“Oui, Harry shall have our support...” Fleur added as the others began to raise their own voices.
“Wait... STOP!” said Harry in alarm. “Okay, alright... some of you can come too, but I don’t want to risk all of us in one operation. A smaller team will be able to move faster, and draw less attention anyway....”
“And if we don’t make it back out...” Harry gulped, “whoever’s on the outside can call in the Order for backup if absolutely necessary. But I don’t want to have to get them involved if we don’t have to. It sounds like they’ve got enough to deal with as it is, facing whoever the Ministry is using to round-up muggleborns...”
“Probably the Snatchers and Death Eaters under the auspices of the Unspeakable Office...” Dora muttered. “The Aurors are most likely to continue being used mostly for traditional policing and maintaining order--though obviously they'll also have the power to arrest anyone they suspect of being muggleborn.”
“We need to work out who should take part in the rescue mission then,” said Hermione.
A babble of voices rose again, as nobody wanted to be left out. In the end, it was determined that Parvati would join Harry, Hermione, and Dora, and that Fleur would remain at Number 12 with Daphne, Luna, and Jennifer.
“But if you’re not back within two hours, we’re coming in after you all Harry,” Luna said sternly, wagging her fluffy white tail briskly.
Jennifer and Daphne had equally determined glints in their eyes. Fleur tried her best not to smirk at Harry’s reluctant expression.
“Only if you can get some of the Order to come along as backup too though, alright?” Harry muttered. “And just to make sure, I think I’ll give Lupin and Sirius a heads-up. It’s better if the professors remain at Hogwarts.”
Moments later the Potters were peering at Sirius and Lupin’s faces in Harry’s mirror. After quickly getting the pleasantries out of the way, Harry and Hermione told them the plan.
“I should be there too,” Sirius said eagerly. “Don’t go in till I get there Harry...”
“No, Harry’s right,” Lupin interrupted, “A smaller team has a better chance of getting in and out quickly Sirius. We’ll only stage a larger assault on the Ministry if it becomes absolutely necessary. I think it’s best if we have Hagrid, Alastor, Kingsley, and John on standby with us. If we all have to come in after you Harry, with your remaining team members, we will.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Sirius grumbled. “Right then, so what’s your timetable Harry?”
“Well, Dora reckons they’ll be expecting us tonight, in the main detention area for prisoners being held for Wizengamot trials,” Harry replied. “That seems likely to me, so we’ll wait till very late tomorrow night, and get into the Department of Mysteries using the portraits...”
“So you really did get out of Hogwarts that way then?” Lupin gasped, sharing a startled look with Sirius.
“I have to admit Harry, Remus and I were a bit skeptical when Minerva and Filius told us that was how you had all escaped,” Sirius confessed in amazement. “So that’s why you were asking me about Phineas Nigellus’s portrait then--simply ingenious...”
“It’s an unheard of method for long distance travel,” Lupin added. “Historically speaking, that particular portal spell is not well-known, and it is mainly noted for allowing entrance to Secret Treasure rooms... I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it being used for escaping from--or breaking into--warded buildings before, either.”
“Er... really? ” Harry was a bit surprised to think that he and Hermione might be the first to come up with the idea of using the Pictura Portus spell in that manner.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything!” Sirius gazed at his godson and goddaughter-in-law with a slightly wistful, proud expression.
“I suppose Dumbledore must think of us as a ‘Secret Treasure’ then...” Hermione giggled, her bushy tail wriggling in amusement. “That’s where Harry and I got the idea from to begin with--the painting we access the Unaffiliated Corridor through.”
“Ah... That partly explains the Carrows being unable to locate your ‘House’ in Hogwarts then,” Sirius chortled. “According to Minerva, the Carrows and the Unspeakables have been searching the entire castle to no avail since you left--and none of the professors can seem to find it themselves anymore, even if they wanted to now. Dumbledore must have put an unplottable charm on it as well.”
“Oh...!” said Harry, “So that’s why nobody ever noticed us entering or exiting our ‘House’ once the wall went up at the end of our corridor. I always wondered why nobody seemed to see us going in and out through the portrait...”
“...The unplottable charm must extend beyond the wall into the main-hallway and be keyed to allow only us to see it.” Hermione mused, flicking her furry ears pensively.
“Anyway...” Harry shifted back to the main topic, “to get back to our plan--we’ll get into the Department of Mysteries tomorrow night at 2:30 AM, and we’ve given ourselves a two hour window to find Mr Weasley’s cell and break him out...”
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