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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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“Zey are back,” Fleur let out a huge sigh of relief when she spotted the Potters appear in the painting.
“Oh thank goodness...” Jennifer squealed, as Harry and Hermione emerged from the portrait of Phineas Nigellus.
“...You’re all safe!” Daphne flung her arms around both Potters as Dora and Parvati helped Mr Weasley clamber out of the picture frame.
Harry had undone the Invisibility Spells before climbing out of the painting, so that everyone could find their footing easily. Luna gave Harry and Hermione a quick kiss, then darted over to hug Parvati and Dora.
“Here, let me help,” said Fleur breathlessly, taking the arm of the groaning Arthur Weasley from Parvati, who looked like she was about to collapse. “Mr Weasley should be in bed...”
Dora and Fleur settled Arthur into the bed in the room nearest to Number 12's library. Moments later Daphne and Luna arrived with fresh water, towels, washcloths, and medical supplies.
“Just sips Mr Weasley...” Daphne said worriedly as Arthur tried to gulp from the glass of water she was holding for him. “Too much all at once could make you throw up!”
“Does anyone know a good healing spell?” Luna asked as she dabbed Arthur’s sore, bleeding wrists with a wet cloth.
Dora fumbled for her wand, puffed as she was from hauling Mr Weasley back to Number 12 with Parvati, but Fleur already had her own wand in hand. Fleur muttered the incantation and the marks left by the iron shackles faded from Arthur’s wrists. Luna began to dab at Mr Weasley’s feverish sweaty brow instead as Daphne put the empty glass of water down and tipped a pain potion and a calming draught into his mouth.
“Will he be alright?” Jennifer asked anxiously as she peered around Harry, Hermione, and Parvati in the doorway.
“He should be now...” gasped Harry with a nod, still panting as his pumping adrenaline began to subside.
“...but it might be a few days,” continued Hermione, her bushy tail twitching and her glistening eyes full of concern. “He’s clearly been neglected and tortured...”
“Probably the Cruciatus Curse, and who knows what else...?” Harry muttered angrily.
“Eeek!” Parvati squealed and jumped, her sleek black tail bristling when Dobby startled everyone, suddenly appearing with a loud crack.
“Dobby will take over now,” squeaked the eager House-Elf, who appeared to be holding a tureen of broth and a ladle. He set it down on the bedside table and took the damp wash-cloth from Luna to dab Mr Weasley’s forehead himself.
“Are you certain?” Fleur asked dubiously.
“Dobby knows what to do, Mistress Fleur--Dobby is looking after many sick people before. House-Elves is knowing how to do some healing... Master and Mistresses must get their rest now. ”
“It’s alright Fleur,” said Harry, grinning for the first time since his return. “Mr Weasley is in good hands.”
“Master Harry and Mistresses must go now--must eat and rest after long day. Dobby leaves late-night snack in the kitchen...” Dobby said, giving everyone a stern look.
Feeling much more cheerful, everyone began to realise that they were indeed famished, as nobody had been able to eat much all day, and gradually they all filed down the stairs to find the “midnight snack.” They discovered that Dobby had indeed prepared for a triumphant return. On the table in the kitchen they found trays loaded with crackers, cheeses, sausage rolls, cucumbers, carrot and celery sticks, and a variety of olives and dips, next to bottles of butterbeers.
The Coven picked up the heavily laden trays and retired to the parlour. But before regaling the others with the details, Harry made a very important mirror-call.
“You’ve got Arthur? Excellent!” Sirius beamed at Harry, “How did it go? You have to tell me everything...”
“Later Sirius,” Lupin admonished Sirius with a grin. “Let Harry rest--he can fill us in on the details tomorrow.”

~o0o~

Luna was holding her sides, in stitches from laughing so hard as she rolled around on the floor, her fluffy white tail flailing madly.
“That’s f...funny-- ‘more time... to v...visit... Ministry’s Unemployment Services Division’ --Hahahahahaha...!”
“Mind you, he probably will be looking for a new job when the real Minister discovers that Mr Weasley’s gone in a few hours,” giggled Parvati, her silky black tail waving mirthfully as she opened another bottle of butterbeer.
“Anyway,” Dora continued, roaring with laughter herself, “My favourite bit was when Harry said, ‘This one at least seems to have his head in the right place’... ‘e sounded just like that pompous prat, Percy Weasley...”
“I almost lost it when the one Unspeakable said that they weren’t expecting you two--and Dora retorted ‘That much is obvious’....” Hermione giggled, her bushy ginger tail vibrating with amusement.
Daphne and Jennifer both had tears of laughter in their eyes and Fleur was giggling too. It was nearly 4:30 AM now, but sleep appeared to be an impossibility for the near future. After the giggles died down, the muggle television was turned on and the sun was pouring through the window before the lot of them fell asleep on the sofas and comfy armchairs in the parlour.
When Hermione awoke it was well after noon, and she had Fleur and Daphne’s arms wrapped around her instead of Harry’s. She tried to move without waking either of them, but Fleur felt Hermione stirring.
“Oh... ‘arry did not want to wake you,” said Fleur with a yawn after giving Hermione a kiss. “... ‘e ees in ze library.”
“Thank you Fleur...” Hermione returned Fleur’s kiss warmly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she went to find Harry. She found him poring over documents in Number 12's library.
“Oh, Good Morning Hermione... er... Afternoon I mean...” Harry looked up from the table and smiled when he saw that his wife was awake, but Hermione could sense Harry’s somber mood.
“Hi Harry...” Hermione murmured, returning Harry’s smile with a sad one of her own. “Are those from the Ministry?” she asked, her furry ears twitching in curiosity.
“Yeah...” Harry replied, “I spotted these pamphlets and files on a desk in the Department of Mysteries while you and Parvati and Dora were dealing with the guards. I used that Gemino spell that we found in the really advanced Charms book we brought from Hogwarts to replicate the documents, and I shoved them in my bag before we got Mr Weasley...”
“How bad is it then?”
“Not good Hermione!” Harry sighed, running his fingers through his messy black hair. “Not good at all... We’ll have to find some way to get these files to the Order. They should be useful to Dumbledore in building a case against the Minister...”
“It looks like Minister Umbridge and the Operations Division of the Unspeakable Office has had a lot of what’s going on now in the works for a long time. They must have been planning this even long before Voldemort came back--since at least the beginning of our Second Year at Hogwarts if not earlier! Fudge can’t have known about it though...”
“They’ve been building secret facilities all over Britain--unfortunately they’re unplottable, though there are at least general locations. There’s a big one in Wales for example.”
Hermione picked up one of the pamphlets from the table, and her bushy tail bristled as her eyes widened in shock.
“Yeah... that’s a publication they’re producing for general consumption,” Harry muttered darkly. “If that’s the stuff they’re actually telling the public, then you can bet that whatever they’re doing at the secret facilities is much worse... Look on page Nine!”
Hermione’s breath quickened and as she flicked through the pages of the pamphlet, Mudbloods, and the Dangers they Pose to a Peaceful Pureblood Society. She bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears when she found page Nine.
“Mudblood Relocation Programme?” Hermione squeaked; her voice quavered and broke into sobs as the tears began falling, and she began to shake. “This is horrible... I c...c...can’t believe that she’d g...g...go this far!”
“Here... swallow this--quickly...” Harry could see Hermione was going into shock as she began to hyperventilate. He picked up on of the vials of calming draught which he had placed on the table, anticipating this eventuality, and tipped it into her mouth.
“I know...” Harry whispered as he held his sobbing wife tightly and kissed her forehead, gently stroking her furry ears. “...it’s like Nazi Europe and Grindelwald all over again--except in Britain this time. I had a bad feeling it was going this way after the trip to Diagon Alley with Dora--you haven’t seen the new Auror uniforms yet--and the announcement of the Muggleborn Registration Commission.”
Jennifer and Dora appeared in the doorway of the library with a tea-tray, puzzled expressions on their faces, as the other sleepy yawning members of the Coven peered over their shoulders.
“You should probably put that tray down before you look at this stuff,” Harry warned. “There’s more calming draughts here if anyone needs one.”
Dora picked up the file marked Dick Turpentine after setting down the tea-tray carefully.
“Looks like you and Hermione were right,” she muttered. “They made this bloke up outta whole-cloth. They’ve just had some polyjuiced Unspeakables stealing wands, pretendin’ to be him and a gang of muggleborn...”

~o0o~

Arthur Weasley blinked and the smiling faces came into focus. For the first time in he didn’t know how long, Arthur felt lucid and it no longer hurt to move. As he shifted, he realised that he was in a comfortable clean bed. He really hoped this wasn’t a dream.
“Mrs Potter, Harry, Tonks--is it really you? Is this real? You really did get me out then?”
“Yeah Arthur,” said Dora with a grin, fluorescing her hair violet so that he would know it was really her. “You're really outta that hellhole!”
“It’s really us Mr Weasley!” Hermione smiled sadly at him and squeezed his hand comfortingly.
“Hi Mr Weasley... How are you feeling?” asked Harry, looking concerned.
“Much better... Thank You!” Arthur replied, still feeling a bit confused. “But... but I can’t imagine how on earth you managed to break into the Ministry--the Department of Mysteries especially--and set me free... Where are we?”
“You’re in Number 12 Mr Weasley,” said Harry, his features broadening into a smile as Arthur sat up properly in bed without wincing. “In any case, we had a little ‘inside help’ from Phineas Nigellus...”
Arthur still felt a bit puzzled, but something important forced it’s way into his mind.
“H...how long have I been here?” he asked, suddenly becoming alarmed.
“Two days--you’ve been either asleep or a bit delirious for two days Mr Weasley,” Hermione responded, twitching her furry ears. She gave Arthur’s hand another squeeze. “We’ve been really worried about you.”
“Two days?” Arthur gasped, crestfallen. “You’ve got to get out of here! I can’t believe they haven’t stormed the place yet--they put an Experimental Tracking Spell on me--supposed to break Fidelius and Unplottable Charms...”
“It can’t be workin’ properly then.” Dora frowned worriedly and glanced at Harry and Hermione. “I mean, we’re still ‘ere and nothing’s happened.”
“But... but they could still be working on it...” Arthur groaned.
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead, peering anxiously at Hermione.
“Bloody hell! I was just getting used to the idea of holing up here for a bit until Dumbledore came up with a plan! I dunno... what do you think Hermione? Is it worth the risk, us staying?”
“I... I really don’t know Harry--not for certain. We might be alright... but if they’re still working on the other end of it--who knows? It might be best for us to leave...”
“But where would we go...?” moaned Dora.
“We... we could go to my place for a bit,” said a small voice from the doorway. Everyone turned to look at Jennifer.
“It’s in Dorset--in the countryside near Corfe Castle--not far from Poole...” Jennifer continued, looking slightly disturbed. “I don’t think the Ministry knows about it, because I remember Dumbledore and Madam Bones talking about keeping everything that... that... that happened there a secret.”
Everyone was quiet and Hermione’s bushy tail twitched as she tried to gauge Jennifer’s emotional state.
“Are you sure Jennifer?” she gently asked. “You did go through rather a lot there.”
“I... I think I can manage!” Jennifer responded. “And I... I think I need to go there anyway... to really face up to things--to Mum and Dad being gone. And... and there’s loads of room for all of us--it...it’s really nice.” Jennifer peered at Harry almost pleadingly.
Harry felt a surge of emotion as he looked into Jennifer’s pooling dark eyes, and even though he no longer really believed in the House system at Hogwarts, he knew that if Jennifer had been sorted, she would have been in Gryffindor.
He swallowed and blinked back tears, knowing that one day he needed what she needed--closure. With the world in turmoil, Harry had been putting it off--he really hadn’t had a good opportunity. But he had known that one day, he needed to go to Godric’s Hollow... to go home and put the ghosts of his own past to rest.
Hermione took Harry’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“Yeah... alright Jennifer!” Harry agreed with nod, his voice hoarse. “We’ll do that then. We should get packing--we’ll go as soon as we’re ready.” Harry glanced back at Arthur who looked very relieved. “But what about you Mr Weasley? We can’t just let the Minister take you again.”
“She won’t,” Arthur responded with conviction. “The Order has acquired a number of safe-houses. I can meet Dumbledore at one of them. He should be able to remove the tracking spell--if anyone can, it’s him--and then we’ll just move on to another safe-house and abandon the first...”

~o0o~

It had been a while since Harry had peered into Dumbledore’s piercing blue eyes, and he felt a profound sense of comfort when he saw them again, even if only in the mirror. Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment, then he nodded.
“Yes... I do think that would be best for the moment Harry. Jennifer is quite correct, the Ministry has no knowledge of Jennifer’s true background. Send the intelligence you gathered from the Ministry with Arthur. He can apparate to a safe-house the Order has near London. In fact I can meet him there as soon as he is ready.”
Dumbledore’s grave expression softened into a look of pride and gratitude.
“And Harry--thank you! What you and the Coven have accomplished is truly remarkable, please be sure to give everyone my best. Stay safe for the time-being... If we can prove that the Minister is doing what we think she is doing at these facilities you have uncovered, then we shall be able to rally support and move openly against the Ministry...”

~o0o~

The wispy pink clouds caught the rays of the setting sun as the sky turned purple above the copses of beeches, willows, and evergreens encircling the overgrown lawns and gardens of the Elizabethan manor house at the top of the hill. The Coven stood in awe of their new surroundings as the evening breeze brought with it the smell of the sea. Stretched out around them was a patchwork vista of rolling meadows, farms, and woodland, and the steeples of village churches in the distance.
“Wow... this is amazing Jennifer!” Dora’s jaw dropped at the sight. “I ‘ad no idea you were this well off.”
“You have a lovely home Jennifer!” Luna said quietly, her wide eyes drinking in the beauty of the estate as her fluffy tail swished.
“It’s gorgeous!” squeaked Parvati, her sleek black tail undulating in awe.
“Très magnifique!” Fleur gasped.
“What a beautiful view!” said Daphne breathlessly. “I can see the ruins of a Castle in the distance one direction and the sea in the other...”
“The ruins... That’s Corfe Castle,” Jennifer replied, blushing, feeling a bit embarrassed by the opulence. “The house is probably a mess inside though... after...” she trailed off, her eyes stinging with tears.
Hermione curled her bushy ginger tail around Jennifer and Harry embraced the ebony haired witch, as first one then the other gave her a kiss.
“Thank you Jennifer!” Harry murmured, giving her another kiss.
“We’ll make it feel nice again Jennifer... I promise!” Hermione squeezed Jennifer in a tight hug and kissed her again as well. “We’ll make some new happy memories for you here!”
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