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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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Hermione could feel Harry tossing and turning in the bed, and even without her extra senses she knew that he was more upset than he’d been letting on all afternoon and evening. Dobby had finished cleaning all of the bedrooms since breakfast time and they had taken their own room, as had Luna and Parvati, and Fleur and Daphne. Dora had stayed with Jennifer of course.
It wasn’t that the Coven wouldn’t have minded sleeping in the same bed every night, but unfortunately that was all-too-often a recipe for very little sleep, as they tended to become a lot friskier when they were all together.
“Are you alright Harry?” Hermione asked as she coiled her bushy tail and arms around him. “Are you thinking about your parents?”
Harry pondered for a moment before replying.
“Actually, no...” sighed Harry. “I can’t stop thinking about what the Minister is doing. Every day, more muggleborn are going to disappear into her pits... and there may be more Inferi attacks. I can’t just sit here and do nothing, hoping that the Order eventually works it out--I’ve got to do something--I’ve got to help...”
Hermione trembled slightly; she had known it would eventually come to this, and she couldn’t bring herself to disagree. She couldn’t counter with the fact that the muggle government was now after Harry as well, because Harry could be whoever he needed to be. And in any case, Hermione rather felt the same way.
“What should we do Harry?” she murmured.
“We need to help the Order find those detention centres and expose them for the death traps that they surely are... catch the Ministry in the act and make it public--rally support to fight the Ministry head on. We need to take the fight to them... tear those places down.”
“If they really are making Inferi, they have to be using those facilities to make Inferi from whoever they’re killing--they wouldn’t dare do it at the Ministry... We should start by looking for the big one in Wales...”
“I... I agree Harry...” Hermione sniffled. “It’s just... it’s... it’s so nice and peaceful here with you and the others... I wish we could just all stay here and grow old together.”
“Me too Hermione,” said Harry, pulling her closer to him and squeezing her tightly as she wept quietly. Harry kissed Hermione deeply until they both relaxed.
“We will grow old together Hermione... all of us...”
“...but we have a job to do...” said Hermione, nodding as she wiped away her tears. “I know! But we can’t just rush into it headlong...”
“...we need to be sure about what we’re doing! Of course Hermione. We should stay here for a little bit--but not too long, maybe a few days--and find the most useful spells in our books that we can...”
“...we’ll practice them for a bit and then... when we think we’re ready, then we’ll go...” Hermione agreed, nodding again.

~o0o~

Albus Dumbledore felt haggard and old. He sighed as he continued to peruse the information gained from the Coven’s excursion to rescue Arthur Weasley from the Ministry. As he had been dreading, all the signs pointed to a situation surely as bad as had been faced in Europe in the 1930's and 40's. He sipped his tea and set his cup down, took off his spectacles and massaged his forehead before looking up at some of the key members of his inner-circle.
Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape with Narcissa Black at his side, Amelia Bones, Alastor Moody, and the rescued Arthur Weasley: they all sat huddled at one end of the long ebony table in Narcissa’s home, shuffling their own copies of the documents relieved from the Department of Mysteries. Severus flared his nostrils and peered at Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows.
“Potter... Harry--he won’t wait long. You know that don’t you?” said Severus evenly. “He’s not the sort who will sit out a fight while others are being harmed. We must act... and we must act soon.”
“I agree,” growled the grizzled ex-Auror. “We have actionable intelligence for the first time thanks to the Potters and their friends... Now’s the time! We need to take the fight to the Ministry...”
“Severus and Alastor are right Albus,” said McGonagall as Amelia Bones nodded vigorously. “If we wish Harry and the girls to survive, and live to grow as old as us...”
“Well... as old as me hopefully,” Albus interjected with a sardonic chuckle. “Of course we shall act! We cannot just sit on this! We must find these facilities and destroy them, collecting as much evidence as we can. And then we need to retake Hogwarts so that it can be a proper sanctuary, and a proper base for a larger force against the Ministry.”
“Mr Lovegood and Ms Skeeter are very near to finding the keys to unlocking the Wiz-Vision. We need to be ready to make our appeal to the public at large and show them the evidence the moment that the Quibbler is ready to interrupt the broadcasts. Once that has been accomplished, we can indeed, ‘take the fight to the Ministry’...”
“And the Minister is very near to overplaying her hand by having the muggle Prime Minister order that an arrest warrant be issued for young Harry, in terms of exposing her own collusion and drawing the attention of the ICW...”
“It is my considered opinion, that the only reason she has not yet had the muggle authorities issue one for me, is because she knows that I have already petitioned the ICW myself to intervene. But currently, the ICW views this as an ‘internal matter.’ That would likely change if they feel that the Minister is overstepping her bounds by revealing me to the muggle world... it would bring her collusion into sharp relief, and they would no doubt begin an Investigation at the very least...”
“Maybe we can cause her to slip up then... if we make her angry enough!” said Arthur Weasley. “What if we can get her to try and expose you? Surely, if we find some of these facilities and take them out...”
“That is a distinct possibility!” Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully as he stroked his long silvery beard. “It may be a longshot... she displays a remarkable amount of restraint for one such as herself, but it is indeed something to hope for, as she does also have a penchant for pushing her plans to their breaking point...”
“In the meantime though, we cannot rely on help from the outside, except for those forces which Monsieur Delacour has placed at our disposal. Yes... it is time for us to make our move...”
“What about Mr Potter?” said Amelia, a worried expression on her face. “If Severus is correct, should you not order Mr Potter, his wife, and friends to remain safe wherever they are hidden...?”
“Believe me Amelia,” Albus peered at her with his clear blue eyes, “If I believed that the Potters and their friends would obey that particular order, I would issue it in a heartbeat. However, I do not wish to give Harry any reason to act with willful disregard. Should he feel the need to act against my explicit wishes, it is possible that he could become reckless...”
“Harry has proved time and again how capable and resourceful he is, when encouraged and given the tools he needs to accomplish the task at hand...”
“But he’s only 14 years old Albus,” snapped Minerva as Amelia nodded and indicated her agreement with Professor McGonagall. “You can’t just send a 14 year old boy...”
“And yet...” Dumbledore said in a tone which quieted Minerva at once, “...at 11 years old, he had the courage, moral fortitude, and the presence of mind to defeat Voldemort with nothing but his prodigious abilities, an Invisibility Cloak, the considerable assistance of the young lady who is now his wife, and a well played chess match by Arthur Weasley’s son.”
“Then, between him and his wife, at 12 and 13 years old, the pair of them uncovered the plot behind the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, and also exposed the truth of Voldemort’s Horcruxes... Following that, not only did Harry and his wife survive the Triwizard tournament--with proper training from Alastor and Nymphadora Tonks I might add--they also saved every other contestant from certain death...”
“And I do not think I need to remind anyone, how the Potters helped us locate and destroy all of the Horcruxes... and how they and their friends destroyed most of Voldemort’s army of monsters, and made it possible to kill Voldemort once and for all!”
“Finally, the Potters and their friends penetrated a secured facility in the heart of the Ministry which has long been considered impenetrable, and executed a successful rescue of Arthur... with members of the Order on standby if needed, as thankfully, Harry had the presence of mind to inform Sirius and Remus of their extraction plan.”
“Harry, his wife, and their friends have proved their worth as full members of this Order, and proved their ability to survive the most terrible dangers... especially when fully informed, when encouraged, and when given the proper tools for the job.”
“I do INDEED wish them to survive... which is why I shall be calling Harry on the morrow, and advising him to act as he sees fit... as long as he continues to keeps us informed of his team’s activities, and continues to seek council from Order members...”
“If I do not... Harry may feel it necessary to act anyway, without our knowledge, and with clouded emotions--and that would be far more likely to lead to him--or a member of his team--coming to grave harm!”
Minerva and Amelia glanced at each other, then back at Albus, both of them sighing, realising sadly that Dumbledore was correct.

~o0o~

Harry was stunned when he received the mirror call the following morning. He had just finished cleaning his teeth when Hermione entered the bathroom.
“Harry... it’s Dumbledore. He wants to speak to you.”
Harry peered into those clear blue eyes in the mirror and he felt a surge of emotion as the real Headmaster of Hogwarts spoke for several minutes.
“Really sir?” gasped Harry. “You’re alright with this? And how did you know what I was thinking of doing?”
“Well, Harry,” said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling at Harry’s surprise and eagerness, “let me just say that after knowing you for some years now, I and a few of my colleagues have gained a fairly good understanding of your true nature--and the natures of those who love you most...”
“I only ask that you proceed with utmost caution, and continue to keep members of the Order apprised of your current situation... and that you continue relying on your wife’s keen senses and intellect!”
“Yes sir... of course I will!” said Harry, filling with a sense of elation as he grinned at Hermione, who was blushing furiously at the last part of Dumbledore’s admonition.
Harry and Hermione chatted with Dumbledore a few minutes, working out a plan before saying goodbye. Barely a few seconds passed between the disappearance of Dumbledore’s image and the flickering appearance of two familiar faces in the mirror as Harry's name was called out.
“Sirius... Lupin,” Harry beamed. “What’s up?”
“Dumbledore,” said Sirius with an easy grin. “He called us earlier to let us know what the current plan of attack is. And Lupin and I will both be able to assist you if you need us...”
“I’ve just managed to complete my animagus wolf form in record time,” interjected Lupin, who looked positively thrilled. “Apparently all those years as a turned werewolf were good for something! The transformations...”
“They left you some sort of cellular memory didn’t they?” squeaked Hermione as she peered over Harry’s shoulder at Lupin and Sirius in the mirror.
“That they did Hermione!” grinned Lupin.
“In any case,” Sirius continued. “That means we can both leave the Shrieking Shack in our canine forms without discovery, and then apparate to your aid as needed.”

~o0o~

“...so we’ll all be looking up any other useful spells we can find and practicing for a bit--I’d say about a week tops! And then we’re heading for Wales to search for the facility there!” said Harry as he peered around the kitchen table, pleased to see the eager faces of the Coven.
Hermione’s bushy tail flicked happily as she sensed everyone’s readiness. Jennifer had a steely look of resolve in her eye.
“We’re ready any time you are Harry!” Luna stated matter-of-factly as Parvati nodded in agreement, both swishing their furry tails.
“Smashing Harry!” Dora exclaimed. “I can’t wait to show those bastards what for...!”
“Hear, Hear!” said Fleur, her eyes glinting. “It is time to do battle...” she glanced at Daphne and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
But Fleur needn’t have worried. Daphne’s own features had hardened as Harry spoke, and Daphne had felt a thrill at having a clear goal--especially one which included ridding Britain of those like the Malfoys.
“I’m ready too Harry!” said Daphne, a hint of ice in her voice.
“Good!” said Harry. “But don’t forget... This isn’t just about destroying these facilities and fighting whoever’s running them. If we want to go after the Ministry directly, we need evidence that Mr Lovegood and Rita Skeeter can show when they break into the Wiz-Vision broadcasts...”
“Harry,” Jennifer interjected breathlessly, her eyes gleaming with a sudden idea, “I’ve just been thinking. I’ve got a video camera and a laptop. If you and Hermione can make them work with magic...”
“...Then we might even be able to use them for live feeds once Mr Lovegood and Rita are up and running! ” gasped Hermione, her bushy tail quivering with excitement. “That’s brilliant Jennifer!”
“Excellent! ” Harry exclaimed with a grin, “That solves one of the issues that Hermione and I were both considering... Right then! Once we’ve done as much damage as we can and have some evidence, we’re to meet up with the Order at Madam Black’s house and then we’re going to make a plan to retake Hogwarts...”
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