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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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In the end, the modifications which Harry had made to the Invisibility Spell to use on Hermione's furry tail and ears proved quite effective, and extending it to envelop Hermione in her entirety was a simple matter. Harry waved his wand at Parvati as Dora watched, and she appeared to vanish as well.
“Cor... that’s amazing!” Dora murmured. “I coulda put the Disillusionment Charm on them if I’d had to--but this is even better. Seriously Harry... you could put Invisibility Cloaks outta business. How did you do that?”
“It took me a bit of effort to work out how to modify it to work on living beings instead of objects like Mr Weasley’s car or my Cloak, but honestly, it wasn’t all that difficult once I figured it out,” said Harry, sounding surprised.
“It may be that Harry simply has an affinity for that sort of magic,” said Hermione’s disembodied voice proudly. “He’s descended from one of the three Peverell Brothers, the one who made Harry’s cloak to begin with.”
“Wait... are the Peverell Brothers the ones from that story then?” asked Parvati’s voice. “...the Three Brothers story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard I mean?”
“That’s right,” piped up Hermione again. “It turns out that was just a fairy tale version. In reality the Peverell brothers invented the three items themselves.”
“So the other artifacts are real too?” gasped Dora. “Wow! I bet that wand would be somethin’...”
“Oh... er, I expect so,” said the invisible Hermione awkwardly as Harry raised his eyebrows and tried not to smirk.
“It’d be more trouble than it’s worth really,” Harry said after a pause. “Just look at what happened to the brother in the story. It didn’t end well for him.”
“That’s a good point!” the unseen Parvati agreed.
“Yeah... I suppose that’s right,” Dora said wryly. “Whoever had it would probably end up as paranoid as Mad Eye... always wonderin’ if someone was going to murder them in their sleep to steal the wand... I think I like the cloak better!”
“Maybe we should go invisible too then Harry?” Dora mused. Harry thought about it for a moment.
“That’s not a bad idea actually,” he answered. “At least while we’re in the pictures. When we’re in the Department of Mysteries, we should probably be visible though, because we’ll at least have to interact with Mr Weasley. Do you have the invisibility cloak Mad Eye gave you?”
“Yeah, I’ve still got it,” Dora nodded. “It’s not as amazing as yours--but it’s never failed me yet.
“Well, I suppose we’re as ready as we’ll ever be then,” Harry grinned. “I’ll just make you two visible again until tonight then shall I? Er... hello? Hermione? Parvati...? Are you two still there...?”
Dora clasped her hand to her mouth and giggled in shock when Harry’s trousers and underwear dropped to the floor.
“Oi... what are you two doing?” Harry chortled, not noticing Dora shut the basement door with a gleam in her eyes. “I am so getting you both back for this...”
Harry gasped with pleasure when a wet, warm, and invisible mouth engulfed his exposed erection and invisible hands slipped under his shirt. He felt an invisible cat-tongue swirl around his shaft and invisible lips nuzzling his neck.
“Oh... you’d better get us back for this Mr Potter,” Hermione’s giggly disembodied voice whispered in his ear.

~o0o~

One of the three Unspeakables guarding Arthur Weasley’s cell grumbled, as another shuffled a deck of cards.
“This is a ruddy waste of a good night’s sleep,” he moaned. “It’s impossible to break into the DoM.”
“And besides... nobody even knows about this detention block,” muttered another. “If Potter ever actually bothers to show up, he’ll head for the holding facility near the Wizengamot chambers with the other ‘Arthur Weasley’...”
“Haha... no doubt!” laughed the first Unspeakable. “I’d love to see Potter’s face when the polyjuice wears off of Brookstone.”
“That’s if Potter actually shows--he didn’t last night,” snorted the second. “And if he were actually able to get through more than a dozen of the Ministry’s finest, and if he actually escaped with Brookstone... What a Bloody Joke! A 14 year old boy and a kitten breaking into the Ministry?”
“You might want to be a bit more cautious,” said the Unspeakable who was still shuffling the cards. “He may just be a kid, but we still can’t figure out how he got out of Hogwarts without anyone seeing...”
“Inside help obviously!” retorted the first Unspeakable. “If I didn’t know you both so well, I’d be worried that one of you is Dumbledore’s mole...”
“Well there you go then!” the card shuffler replied. “How do we even know it’ll be Potter? Maybe Dumbledore or some of his lot will show up... it doesn’t pay to get cocky!”
The first two looked a bit uncomfortable at that.
“Well, even if Dumbledore did show up and got Weasley out, so what?” the second Unspeakable said after a pause. “It doesn’t make much difference in the long run. Everything’s a go now, and the Chief has the Wizengamot locked up in her back pocket...”
“...There’s really nothin’ he could do about it beyond starting a real war against the Ministry--a full on civil war at that. He’d look like the actual villainous rebel that the Chief is makin’ him out to be--and he knows it.”
“Yeah...” agreed the first. “And anyway, if the techs did their job right, the whole point is moot--we’d find him in no time. Like I said, watchin’ the real Weasley is a waste of time.”
“Is that so?” said a cold high pitched voice which made all of the Unspeakables jump out of their skins. “Perhaps you’d prefer to have a lot more time on your hands--say, to visit the Ministry’s Unemployment Services Division?”
“N...no Ma’am... Sorry Chief!”
“Really... we didn’t mean anything by it Minister! We... er... weren’t expecting either of you at the Ministry tonight...”
“That much is obvious!” the Minister snapped.
“I tried to warn them,” muttered the card shuffler.
“That’s very true! This one at least seems to have his head in the right place,” said the Minister’s Deputy in his most condescending tone.
“Too bad it won’t be for long,” the Minister giggled uncharacteristically.
“I beg your pardon Ma’am?” The card-shuffling unspeakable was utterly bewildered.
All of a sudden he had a bad feeling that something was terribly wrong. Stunning spells emerged from thin air behind the three Unspeakables, and all three of them collapsed to the floor in a heap. The Minister, short and squat as she was, loomed over the prone Unspeakables and pointed her wand at each in turn.
“Obliviate,” the Minister murmured three times. Then she and an unseen force hauled the unconscious Unspeakables back to their seats around the little table.
“I’ve found the keys,” said a disembodied voice, and a jangling keyring festooned with keys floated out of the card-shuffling Unspeakable’s robes. “That’ll make things even easier.”
“Excellent Hermione!” said the Deputy Minister, who was rifling through papers, files, and pamphlets on a nearby desk. “Let’s get Mr Weasley out of here now.”

~o0o~

Arthur Weasley moaned as he shifted, and his iron shackles clanked. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire, his stomach hurt from lack of food, and his mouth was cracked and dry. Arthur’s jailers had fed him, but a few slices of bread had done very little to curb the hunger pangs. And the most water he’d had was when some Unspeakables had tested out a muggle torture technique on him the day before yesterday.
His foggy brain couldn’t quite remember what they had called it. For some reason he wanted to say “surfboarding,” but that didn’t seem quite right. A deep groaning sound caught Arthur’s attention, and he looked up to see the heavy iron door of his cell swing slowly open. He narrowed his eyes when he saw who it was, and glared venomously at Percy.
Wait... something was wrong. Percy’s face seemed to melt and change. Arthur began to wonder if he’d finally cracked and gone loopy. That couldn’t possibly be...
“No! Impossible...” he said in a creaky voice. “It can’t be you!”
“Mr Weasley--it’s really me, Harry Potter! We’re getting you out of here. But bear with me alright...” The figure with Harry Potter’s face pointed a wand at Arthur’s shackles, and they burst open, releasing his wrists and ankles.
Arthur peered at the toad-like form next to the person claiming to be Harry Potter. He gasped when her face turned into wax and reshaped itself.
“T...Tonks, is that really you?” he gasped.
“Wotcher Arthur... it’s really me!” Tonks replied, grinning broadly. “And we’re really bustin’ you loose. Just stay quiet for a bit. And don’t mind this for now...” Tonks bound Arthur’s wrist to her own. “...that’s just so I don’t lose you on the way out, alright. Now stay quiet and watch yourself--Harry’s turnin’ you invisible, and I’m gonna put my invisibility cloak back on in a few minutes when we get to the exit...”
Arthur couldn’t believe what was happening. Tonks helped him stagger to his feet as her face changed back into the Minister’s; Harry’s features changed back into Percy’s. The next thing Arthur knew, his entire body became transparent, then vanished completely.

~o0o~

As the fake Minister and the invisible Parvati helped the equally invisible Arthur Weasley stumble through the corridor in the Department of Mysteries, the unseeable Hermione murmured in the fake Percy’s ear.
“Harry, that’s the room with the Time-Turners which we saw on the way to Mr Weasley’s cell, I think we should do something about it. What if...?”
“...What if the Minister thinks of using them to change what’s happening right now when she finds out that Mr Weasley’s gone? Good point Hermione,” Harry-Percy muttered in response. “I’ll set a few delayed spells in the room to go off in five minutes.”
It only took a moment for Harry-Percy to set the delayed charges: a Bombarda Maxima, a Reducto, and a Confringo... Perhaps it was a bit of overkill, but Harry wanted to be certain that the job was done completely. Then they continued on, keeping an eye out for more Unspeakables as they followed behind Dora-Umbridge.
Harry walked hand in hand with his invisible Hermione, past the door which had mysteriously opened as they had strolled by ten minutes ago going the other direction. Harry-Percy glanced once more into the room at the fountain of Amortentia and shook his head with a snort. The door shut of its own accord once Harry and Hermione had passed it.
The Potters both knew implicitly that the Ministry would never understand the pulsating glowing Orb in the centre of the room which had sung out to Harry and Hermione as they had passed it previously. The Ministry’s comprehension of Love was almost as lacking as Voldemort’s. Having a vat of Amortentia at their disposal was never going to help them unlock the secrets of the Orb of Love.
Harry and Hermione had both been entranced by the glimmering Orb when the door had opened and invited them in; they had been left with the distinct impression that it was trying to communicate with them. The Orb's luminescence pulsed, throbbing silvery violet, golden red, and blueish white. The shimmering sensation of seraphic ecstasy had sent rippling tingles of static electricity and magic across their skin, its music filling their souls with a sublime joy.
The Potters had been in the room for only a few moments at most, but the tone and intensity of the experience had been eerily similar to the day that the Coven had performed all of their patronuses simultaneously in the Room of Requirement and turned Jennifer into a witch, making her one of their own. Neither of the Potters had wanted to leave the room, but they had dragged themselves away to find Arthur Weasley, their faces wet with tears.
As they made their way back to their exit point, Harry hated leaving it behind in the hands of the Unspeakables, deep in the clandestine bowels of the Ministry.
“This shouldn’t be a secret, Hermione--none of this research should be. It should all be accessible to the public,” Harry whispered to his invisible wife.
“One day Harry, when we’ve dealt with the Minister... we’ll try and set all of this right.”
Finally Harry-Percy reached the portrait of Prometheus where Phineas Nigellus was waiting for them all. Harry helped the invisible Hermione clamber back into the painting. Once he was certain that Parvati, Dora, and Arthur Weasley were all inside the painting too, Harry leapt up into the frame to join them.
“Thanks for everything Prometheus...” Harry said as he slipped on his invisibility cloak.
“You are welcome Harry Potter... I am most grateful to have met you--and your charming invisible wife,” Prometheus said with a wink. “Do not worry about the abomination who calls herself the Minister... Your secrets are safe with me!”
“Yes... yes! The Potters are delightful--everyone loves them...” snorted Phineas Nigellus “...let’s get a move on...”
As Harry passed beyond the edge of the frame he heard the rumble of an explosion and knew that the Room of Time was destroyed.
Phineas Nigellus led his invisible charges through the other paintings and portraits in the Ministry--none of them the wiser--past the bored Aurors and Unspeakables guarding the corridor which contained the cell of the polyjuiced Unspeakable named Brookstone--and finally reached his own portrait. Then he walked out of the frame and disappeared from the Ministry.

~o0o~

“Gone? What do you mean Arthur Weasley is gone?” fumed Minister Umbridge. “I just came from the Detention Centre--and Brookstone is still there.
“N...no Minister... I m...mean the r...real Arthur Weasley is gone!” stammered the Unspeakable “I...I was s...sitting outside his cell all night with the other g...guards. We o...opened his c...cell t..to do a morning check... and he was just... gone. And...and th...the T...T...Time Room. It’s utterly destroyed!”
The Unspeakable led the Minister to the Room of Time and she stared at the smouldering, twisted wreckage. The time-turners, the hour-glasses, the bell jar, the clocks--all demolished. Nothing was left but the mangled, blackened innards of Brass clockwork, scattered sand, shards of glass, and charred splinters of wood.
“But that’s impossible! ” the Minister snarled. “There is no indication that the Ministry was breached last night. There is absolutely no sign of entrance at all.”
Dolores Umbridge rubbed her forehead, feeling a migraine coming on. The Time Room was a dead loss, but maybe the Weasley situation could still be salvaged.
“What about the Experimental Tracking Spell? Is it working?”
“That was the first thing we checked. B...but no! If Arthur Weasley travels, we might be able to get a hit. But if he’s inside of a warded home with Unplottable and Fidelius Charms--we still haven’t managed to crack those yet.”
“Right then!” Dolores snapped, “Tell the next watch to keep their eye on the tracking monitor. Weasley will probably have to travel at some point. We’ll track him then! Hopefully he’ll lead us to Dumbledore or the Potters when he does move.”
Still seething with rage, the Minister thought it best to take the rest of the day off and dose her migraine heavily with pain potions and calming draughts. Dolores couldn’t afford to let her anger get the better of her, but her last Potter induced hangover had truly been dreadful and she had no desire for a repeat.
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