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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242702 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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“Ma’am, I’ve got a ping...”
“What?”
“Arthur Weasley--I’ve got a ping. It’s not precise, but somewhere in the Borough of Islington. He must have stepped outside of the wards to apparate.”
“Can you narrow it down before he disapparates again?” The Unspeakable Operations Division Shift Supervisor began to get excited. This could be the break they were looking for.
“Working on recalibration now Ma’am... I don’t think I can get an accurate current location. But I think I can get enough of a lock on him so that we can pinpoint his reapparition more easily. There... Gah! He’s gone...”
“Damn!” swore the Supervisor, “keep a close watch on the map. Maybe we’ll get lucky...”
“He’s back Ma'am... There he is! Blimey! Much better... I’ve got a general street location--just outside of London in Waltham Cross. He’s just gone inside an Unplottable and a Fidelius Ma’am--I still can’t quite penetrate those... maybe...” The Unspeakable Tech fiddled with the equipment and sighed. “If he steps outside to apparate again, I’ll have another chance to recalibrate--the next place, I think we’ve got him for sure!”
“Excellent... good work! Keep an eye on him. Keep working on those Charms--I’ll send a team to canvas High Street... maybe we’ll get lucky before he moves.” The Supervisor barely dared to hope as she darted into the Operations Centre to quickly mobilise a squad.

~o0o~

“Hmmm... let me see...” Dumbledore peered at Arthur Weasley and held a palm up towards him, reaching out to feel the magic with his senses for several minutes, then he flicked his wand.
“Ah yes...” Dumbledore waved his wand several more times; an emerald and gold spell matrix centred on Arthur Weasley became visible. “I see it. Stay very still Arthur, this will be a bit tricky as I do not wish to simply remove the spell--I want to send a feedback signal...”
Arthur held his breath as Dumbledore traced a complex web of scarlet, silver, and amethyst around Arthur with his wand. The scarlet, violet, and silver filaments of light entwined with the green and gold, flaring brightly, then vanished. Arthur let his breath out and raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“Is it gone?”
“Yes...” Dumbledore nodded as he passed Arthur a new wand, “but we should move quickly! This location is probably compromised... Though with any luck, they shan’t be attempting to use that spell on anyone again anytime soon.”
Dumbledore and Arthur cautiously stepped outside of the brick flats to apparate, peering up and down High Street. A hissing red bolt of magic barely missed them as they ducked, twisting the iron railing at the side of the doorsteps into molten metal with a burst of sparks and smoke, and they heard shouting. Arthur dropped the Unspeakable who was calling to the others further down the road with a stunning spell, and they both disapparated before anyone else drew near.

~o0o~
“AAAARGH! Bloody Fucking Hell!” screamed the Unspeakable Tech who was monitoring the map and the now smouldering, sparking tracking apparatus. “I was so close...” he moaned with his head in his hands. “I almost broke through the wards...” he sobbed.
The blood drained from the Unspeakable Supervisor’s face as she examined the wreckage of the equipment. Months of work on the Experimental Tracking Spell had just gone up in smoke.

~o0o~

“We should probably set up some protective enchantments around the estate before it gets too dark,” Dora murmured.
“Good idea,” said Hermione as she summoned a seventh year Charms book, the advanced Charms book, and a highly specialised book on Protection Charms from her bag. “But I’m not sure which ones would be best...”
“Maybe just a few basics,” Harry responded. “It depends--if we use an Unplottable and a Fidelius, Jennifer’s friends and the post won’t be able to find the place anymore. Jennifer, what do you think about that?”
“Oh... er... I can just set up a postbox at the post-office in the village nearby if necessary,” Jennifer replied, then she reddened and looked slightly tearful. “And I... erm... I haven’t really had any close chums since I was little...”
“After Daddy got promoted to regional manager of the bank for all of South England, he made some clever investments and got super-rich--then we moved here when I was about eight. I do... I did have a few friends from school nearby... but we weren’t very close. I... I didn’t really fit in. It... it’s probably best just to put whatever Charms up you think will keep us safe.”
“Well... er... if you’re sure!?” Detecting more than a hint of ambivalence, Harry’s brows furrowed slightly and he looked at Hermione.
Jennifer bit her lip uncertainly, glancing at Dora and Luna and the others. Hermione could sense Jennifer’s inner-turmoil, her reluctance to confront what must have been a bit of a sore point, warring with her need to tell someone about it.
“Harry and I just don’t want you to feel cut-off from everyone you ever knew before, now that you're home,” said Hermione gently, curling her bushy ginger tail around Jennifer comfortingly again.
“It... it’s just... you’re the best friends I’ve had in years! More than friends really...” Jennifer finally said in a near whisper, a tear trickling down one cheek. “After primary school, Daddy tried to send me to a public* school at first--but I hated it...”
“Everyone was snobby, and looked down on me because I didn’t come from old money or a peerage--they tormented me horribly for a whole year. So he and Mum let me go to the nearest state high-school the following year.”
“I liked it better at the high-school, because the kids are more like what I was used to growing up when I was little, and most of them were nice enough I suppose, but... but I could tell that most of my ‘friends’ just thought of me as The Rich Girl. They’d hang out with me a bit, but it was mostly superficial when they did... and they’d often snub me for being a ‘Toff’... even though it was the last thing I’d ever wanted to be.”
“And... and the one girl I really liked--she went off in a huff one day, and I found out that it was because she had always really been jealous of me; that happened not long before... you know...”
Jennifer sniffled and wiped away a few tears, but now that she’d started talking she couldn’t stop.
“I... I didn’t even quite realise how shallow my friendships were until I met you lot! Or at least I tried to pretend not to. And at... at first... I... I thought it was just you all being so nice to me, accepting me... and then turning me into a witch, and making me feel better...”
Jennifer smiled tearily at Hermione and Harry, then at Dora, Luna and the rest of the Coven.
“...but I think... I think it was more than that right from the start--ever since I met Luna... I realise now--more than ever--I’d felt something that very first day--a connection--like I’d finally met people I belonged with... people I could love! ” she concluded with a whisper.

~o0o~

The stars shone brightly and the moon had risen over the Coven by the time they had completed warding Jennifer’s estate with every Protection Charm they could think of. The Fidelius had taken the longest to figure out, as not even Dora had learned how to do that one yet. Worn out, they all flopped on the overgrown lawn, the warmth of their affections keeping the chill of the evening sea-breeze at bay.
“We should be able to work out how to key the Charms to make exceptions for non-magical people that we like and trust,” Hermione purred, kissing Jennifer humidly as they lay in the long grasses of the unkempt lawn looking up at the stars, “...just in case. But this should do for now.”
“Thanks loads guys!” Jennifer passionately returned Hermione’s kiss, then leaned over to kiss Harry.
She grinned when Luna and Dora both pressed their lips to hers, and then found herself in a scrum of cuddles and kisses from Daphne, Parvati, and Fleur as well. After a bit, Jennifer sighed in contentment and sat up.
“Well, here goes...” she said. “I suppose we should take a look inside.” Feeling much less anxious, Jennifer lit her wand and unlocked the heavy oak front door with her key.
“So... er... I forgot--there probably won’t be any electricity because nobody’s been paying it for months, and it mightn’t work with all the Magic Charms up anyway. But you can fix that right?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Harry responded as he lit his own wand and entered the Foyer. “Hermione and I both know the spells to make everything run on magic. We can probably just charm the junction box for now--it should go through all the circuits and make everything work...”
“Oh!” Jennifer swallowed and her stomach clenched when she realised where they’d have to go. “It’s... it’s in the basement...”
“We can probably find it Jennifer,” said Hermione, her furry ears twitching with concern. “You don’t have to...”
“No... I’ll be alright!” Jennifer replied, steeling herself. “I should get this over with now!”
Dora put her arm around Jennifer as they made their way to the basement door, which was still ajar. Heart pounding loudly, her breath quickening, Jennifer pushed it open and led the Coven down the steps. The glow of eight lit wands pierced the darkness of the cavernous subterranean room.
“Th... that’s wh...where he usually kept me ch...chained me up... naked...” stammered Jennifer, pointing at the iron leg shackles attached to one of the pillars. “Ratface...”
Daphne squealed and Fleur gasped in horror; the three cat-witches, Hermione, Parvati, and Luna, all hissed and bristled angrily. Dora and Harry felt their stomachs churning in quiet rage. They all knew what Wormtail had done to Jennifer, but seeing where it had happened for themselves for the first time was still a nasty shock.
Jennifer stared at the shackles as her trepidation melted away. She had been dreadfully afraid that seeing them again would trigger a nightmarish relapse into terror, shame, and crawling revulsion.
But all Jennifer was left with was some residual anger; everything else had evaporated in the Room of Requirement the day that her recessive magical genes had been activated by the literally off-the-scale potency and high frequencies of the magic which fueled the Coven’s Patronuses.
Not to mention that Ratface was dead and gone!
“Right then...” she said almost brightly, kicking the shackles out of her way, “The main junction box is over this way.”

~o0o~

When the Coven returned up the stairs from the Basement, they found that much of the house was ablaze with the lights which had apparently been left on by the police at the conclusion of their fruitless investigation. Jennifer had been right, much of the house had been left in quite a mess when Voldemort and the forces which had been meeting there had departed to take Azkaban.
“I’m famished now! It’s a good thing we brought sandwiches,” said Jennifer as they walked down the corridor and approached the kitchen, “because everything is probably rotten...”
She gasped in shock as she pushed the door open to the kitchen, coming to a dead halt, bringing up the rest of the Coven short as they all bumped into her. Everyone tried to peer over Jennifer’s shoulders to see what was wrong. Harry burst out laughing.
“Dobby... when did you get here?” he chortled at the cheerful bustling House-Elf.
“Dobby gets here hours ago Master Harry... when Master and Mistresses leave London. Dobby is bringing Master and Mistresses’ owl, just in case of trouble. Hedwig is being much nicer to Dobby this time. But Dobby is sorry he has not had time to clean most of the house yet...”
Jennifer giggled and shook her head as she and the rest of the Coven filed into the bright spotless kitchen, wondering how they could have all missed the delicious smells of the feast that Dobby had prepared for them.
“Where did all the food come from Dobby?” Hermione asked, her furry ears twitching in curiosity.
“House-Elves is being very good at kitchen magic Mistress Hermione,” Dobby replied gleefully, “Where there is little fresh food--we is making into much, and is changing it into what Masters and Mistresses like best. Dobby is finding many tins of food in cupboards...”
“Oh... of course! ” Hermione mentally kicked herself. “That makes sense.”
“I’d forgotten about tins of food,” murmured Jennifer. “Of course most of those would still be good.”
“So you’ve been in here cooking and cleaning the kitchen the whole time we’ve been outside setting up Protection Charms then... and we didn’t even know it?” Harry said in amazement; he had told Dobby and Hedwig where they were going and to follow along, but he hadn’t really expected this.
“Oh no...” the Happy House-Elf beamed, “Dobby is also cleaning all the bathrooms, one of the parlours, and one of the bedrooms besides the main kitchen and making dinner. But Dobby is not having enough time to clean all the rest of the house...”
Jennifer gaped in awe.
“I should think not,” she squeaked. “There’s eighteen bedrooms if you include the servant’s quarters, six bathrooms, a library, two studies, two dining rooms, the main kitchen and the servant’s kitchen, three parlours, a sunroom, a ballroom, and a recreation room with a swimming pool. And that’s not including the basements, the coal cellar, the attic, the garage, and the three bedroom farm-cottage near the stables... and the barn.”
“It’s no wonder Voldemort picked this estate,” squeaked Daphne, half in amazement, half sorrowfully. “It’s bigger than my family’s. Though... we do also have a Chalet in Switzerland.”
“I think it’s almost as big as Madam Black’s estate!” Dora interjected.
“Even my family’s, our home ees large, but not so grand,” Fleur added.
“Did you have horses then?” asked Parvati, her sleek black tail quivering almost hopefully.
“And a farm too?” chimed in Luna.
“No,” Jennifer shook her head. “The main farm had already been sold decades ago. That’s at the bottom of the hill behind us, with a much bigger farm house. The cottage on the estate was for the stable and grounds-keepers. We didn’t have horses though. But there’s a beautiful pond in the gardens which you haven’t seen yet, and I think there’s over a 115 acres on this hill, about half of it woods.”
“Honestly...” she continued, sounding a lot like Hermione, “this has always seemed too much to me. We were just average when I was little. I don’t really know what possessed my father once he’d made a fortune... It was only the three of us in this house with a butler and a maid. I would have been happier in a nice little cottage with just Dad and Mum and having my old friends around to play.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Harry said, nodding as he sat down at the kitchen table next to Hermione and took her hand. “I still feel really weird about my godfather just giving me Number 12 and three of his family’s vaults at Gringotts stuffed to the ceiling with all kinds of gold and treasures... I suppose I could buy a posh place in the country too without making much of a dent in even one vault, but I don’t really see much purpose to that.”
“I’d rather just share what I have with people in need... and people I love! ” Harry added earnestly as he looked at Jennifer with a tender expression. He turned his gaze to Hermione, who was purring, and kissed her. Then Harry looked around at the rest of the Coven before turning back to Jennifer. “Number 12 is much nicer when it’s full of family.”
Jennifer smiled tearily at Harry in commiseration as she sat down at the table and took Dora’s hand. She wiped the tears away again and peered around the table as Daphne and Fleur, and Luna and Parvati took seats as well.
“I miss Mum and Dad...” Jennifer said in a slightly croaky voice, “but you’re right Harry. You’re all my family now, and I’m happy you’re all here to fill this house up. It’s not just my house anymore, it’s yours too. Now we’ve got a place in the country, and a place in the city for when we get rid of that awful Minister.”

~o0o~

After dinner, Harry had to order Dobby to get some rest, when it appeared that the all too eager House-Elf was ready to spend all night cleaning every room in the Manor and in the cottage as well.
“But only Mistress Jennifer’s bedroom is being cleaned yet,” moaned Dobby. “Dobby must still clean rooms that werewolves and rodent-man has stayed in. They be shedding everywhere... And rooms which had dirty Snatchers and Misters Crabbe and Goyle is needing much sanitising!” Dobby grimaced as he concluded his complaint.
“It’s alright Dobby,” said Jennifer, grinning at the rest of the Coven, “I’m sure we can make my bed big enough with magic for all of us tonight.”
The portrait of Phineas Nigellus grumbled about being dislocated from Number 12 when he was placed on the wall in one of the parlours after being pulled out of Harry’s bigger-on-the-inside bag. The Wiz-Vision screen was taken out of Hermione's bag and set up in the same parlour while Phineas went exploring through the muggle paintings in the manor.
Jennifer took everyone on a tour through the rest of the opulently decorated house. Dora and Hermione were both tempted to have a go at the grand piano in one of the other parlours, but thought that could probably wait. One of the studies had been turned into an art studio.
“Wow... these are amazing!” said Dora as she admired the oil paintings.
“Yeah, they’re fantastic! ” Harry agreed, wondering if he’d ever be able to manage anything quite as nice whenever he got around to making some time to do some painting himself.
“Who painted them?” asked Hermione a bit breathlessly as her bushy ginger tail flicked.
“Some are my Mum's, but most of them are mine,” Jennifer blushed.
“Oh... this one has a first prize,” Luna swished her fluffy white tail when she peered at the landscape painting that Parvati, Fleur, and Daphne were swooning over. “Is that one yours too?”
“Er... yeah,” Jennifer nodded, turning even redder. “That... that’s when my friend--the girl I really liked--that’s when I found out she was jealous of me... I didn’t know--she hadn’t told me she was going to enter a painting too. I wouldn’t have entered this in the show if she’d told me she was going to enter one herself!”
Everyone began making sympathetic noises and giving Jennifer kisses when a familiar figure wandered onto the canvas. Harry regarded the painted person with raised eyebrows, trying not to smirk at the awed expression on the figure’s features.
“My word! ” gasped Phineas Nigellus after a stroll through the paintings of the manor, “Well... it’s a bit untidy--could definitely use a few house-elves, but this is quite an upgrade from Number 12, Potter!”

AN: *For Non-English followers: "public schools" in England are actually private schools... :P

(in England real public schools are called "state-schools")
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