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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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AN: Warning for this chapter: Violence and Horror

The third day of searching had been just as fruitless as the first, and Harriet had been forced to concede that it would be better to split into two smaller teams to cover more ground. But by the end of the fourth day of looking in the woods which the Coven was currently searching, all thoughts of continuing the search in separate units had been abandoned.
It was nearly midday when Fleur, Daphne, Dora, and Jennifer came across the little village. Though even the term village was perhaps a bit too grand to describe the small community, which was little more than a grouping of about thirty cottages on the outskirts, surrounding a village centre which was no more than a dozen townhouses, a church, some offices, a tiny schoolhouse, and a few little shops. The rain continued to fall, though not as heavily as it had the day before.
“Where is everyone?” said Daphne curiously as they strolled along the cobbled pavement, peering into the window of the local druggist.
“Maybe everyone’s in the church?” suggested Dora.
“Maybe,” Jennifer frowned apprehensively, glancing at the few empty vehicles at the side of the road. “But today’s only Saturday...”
“I do not like this, eet is too quiet,” murmured Fleur, shivering from a little chill which raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
“Well, surely there’s someone minding the Grocers',” Dora said brightly, hoping to raise everyone’s spirits. “Why don’t we find something for lunch then?”
The others nodded and murmured their agreement, stepping carefully around puddles as Dora led them to the little village grocery. A bell tinkled when Dora pushed open the door and entered the shop. One by one, Jennifer, Fleur, and Daphne stepped under the dripping eaves and followed her inside.
“That’s funny, the date on these labels are a few days old,” said Jennifer as she peered at the ready-made sandwiches through the glass of the refrigerator window. “I suppose they should still be alright though... just a bit stale.”
As Dora grabbed some bags of bacon flavoured crisps and Fleur picked through fruit looking for the best apples and oranges, Daphne walked to the rear of the shop where she spied the fridge containing fizzy drinks, next to the storage room door which was slightly ajar. A low groaning sound caught her attention, and she heard shuffling footsteps.
Probably just the shopkeeper, she thought, reaching for a bottle of Coke. The muggle drink was new to Daphne, but she had decided that she quite liked it.
“Does anyone else want a Coke?” she called out to the others.
“Oh... yeah! I’d love one... Thanks!” said Dora.
“Yes please!” Jennifer replied.
“Do zey have any lemon-ginger fizzes?” Fleur asked, glancing around nervously, as another wave of trepidation came over her.
“I’ll see...” began Daphne, turning back to have a look.
Daphne gave a start when the door of the store-room swung out a bit further. A mottled grey hand, fingers sticky with a dark reddish brown substance, gripped her arm and she screamed. The bottle of Coke tumbled from her own hand and shattered on the floor.
Dora, Fleur, and Jennifer had their wands out in an instant, their eyes widening in horror when they saw the figure clutching Daphne’s wrist.
“Relashio!” yelled Dora. Daphne stumbled backwards, quivering with fright and falling into Jennifer’s arms when the figure released her.
“What are you doing?” Jennifer shrieked at the lurching, moaning figure. “What’s wrong with you?”
“She can’t hear you, Love,” Dora said in a shaky voice as everyone backed up towards the front door of the shop. “She’s dead--that’s an Inferi...”
The figure of a woman lumbered forward, arms reaching out again, her face as grey and discoloured as her arms. She appeared bloated, fluids leaking from her sunken eyes. Her mouth and chin were covered in the same dark stickiness which could only be blood, which also appeared to be splattered down the front of the woman’s blouse and skirt. Now that everyone could see the woman better, the ragged gaping hole in the side of her neck was more than apparent.
“Zere ees nothing zat can be done for ‘er now zen,” said Fleur thickly, swallowing as a tear trickled down a pale cheek. “R...reducto!”
The staggering corpse lunged as Fleur muttered the spell, disintegrating before it could reach any of them. Shaking and white, the foursome stumbled out of the shop back into the rain, splashing carelessly through the puddles, all thoughts of lunch forgotten.
“D...D’you think the wh...whole v...village is dead then?” stammered Jennifer, blinking back tears.
“Some mighta got away,” said Dora, peering at the vehicles again. “But it’s a very small town... who’s to say?”
“But why... why didn’t help come?” asked Daphne, who almost looked ready to cry herself. The idea of everyone being dead too awful to contemplate. What about the children? “Couldn’t... couldn’t they have called for help on those telephone things?”
“Dunno really!” muttered Dora. “Maybe it all happened too quick--nobody knowing what was happening before it was too late...”
“We must call Harry,” said Fleur, forgetting momentarily that Harry was still Harriet. “Eef ze village is all dead.... zere could be more of those things. Zey cannot be allowed to run amok!”
“Good idea!” Dora responded, fumbling for her mirror as she tried to keep herself together. “We should do a thorough search--find any survivors--and make sure all the Inferi are destroyed. We’ll need all hands on deck for that.”
Moments later four apparition cracks echoed in the village centre.
“Bloody Hell!” Harriet swore when Dora told her everything. Hermione’s features were ashen; Luna and Parvati gaped in horror.
“Yeah... that about describes it...” Dora muttered sardonically.
“We’d better go house to house then,” said Harriet, her face stony and her voice grim, “And we’re all sticking together,” she continued adamantly. “If we just find one or two of them, Reductos will be good enough. But if we’re swarmed, don’t hesitate to use a Patronus.”
“Alright Harry!” Hermione nodded, “Let’s start with the Grocery then, make sure there’s nobody still in there, and work our way outward...”
The sight in the Grocer’s storeroom was dreadful, and the stench of death awful--turning everyone’s stomachs. Daphne didn’t know how she could have missed the smell, which had surely been wafting through the slightly ajar door while she was getting drinks.
Blood spattered the walls, and the floor was still slippery where the blood of the other victim was still puddled too deeply to have dried yet. The other victim’s body had clearly been too badly mutilated to be lumbering around and infecting others with the Contagion Curse.
Much of the flesh had been eaten away, and a leg gnawed off, the head dismembered from the rest of the body. But what remained twitched convulsively on the floor. Harriet grit her teeth, trying very hard not to throw up as she disintegrated the main part of the corpse while Dora and Hermione took care of the separated leg and head.
They spent the afternoon together exploring the entire village, finding nobody alive. Every member of the Coven was called upon to disintegrate scores of victims who were too mangled to chase them, and also to vaporise more than a few Inferi who staggered in their direction, seeking fresh blood to feast on. They were forced to use their patronuses twice--once when they came across at least a dozen in the church lurching towards them, and again in the schoolhouse where a number of small Inferi were gathered.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the Coven after that. But at least eight homes at the edge of the village simply appeared empty, looking ransacked as if families had rifled through their belongings for the barest necessities and fled.
Her own face wet with tears, Harriet slumped miserably onto a sofa in the last house and immediately found herself being cuddled by the rest of the Coven in a scrum.
“Thank goodness some got away!” sobbed Parvati.
“I hope none of the people who escaped were bitten...” said Luna tearfully.
“But if some got away, surely they would have warned authorities!” Harriet muttered darkly. “I understand the Ministry not knowing or caring if there weren’t any wizards in the village, but why... why wouldn’t the muggle government send people to mop up?”
“Perhaps it was too small of a community for them to care about?” proffered Dora, not quite believing it herself.
“Maybe they all voted the wrong way in the last election,” snarled Hermione cynically, dabbing at her tears with a hanky before trying to shake off that horrible thought. “But that doesn’t really explain why the government wouldn’t want to put them down once they’d all ‘turned,’ like they have when ‘Walkers’ attacked other communities in Britain...”
“Ees eet not like Harriet ‘as said before?” Fleur mused aloud. “Like ze Ministry, ze muggle government leaves a few around to create terror, but zey cannot ‘ave too many in more populated areas. What better zan jus’ to ‘ave a few roaming ze countryside where there are not so many people, but just enough to frighten everyone else...”
“Yeah...” Harriet nodded. “Yeah, that seems most likely. The PM probably only calls the Minister to fix things when there’s too many of them for muggles to deal with, without burning everything to the ground. And the Ministry is obviously keeping track of the ones they know about to make sure there aren't too many.”
“We’d probably better search the surroundin’ area too,” said Dora, “...make sure there aren’t any more of ‘em.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Harriet remarked sadly as everyone nodded. “We’d better get to it while it’s still daylight then. I don’t want to be doing this after dark...”
As the rain continued to steadily fall, the Coven went back to work, combing the surrounding woods carefully. They spent the last few hours of the afternoon searching, and were slightly cheered when they found no more Inferi.
Just before dusk, they apparated to the area located on the next square on the grid-map, and set up the tent under some yews near a stream after doing a sweep to make sure that there were no Inferi lurking in the new area to be explored.
Somberly, the Coven stripped off their wet clothes once inside the tent, and huddled together wrapped in soft robes next to the warm blue flames which Hermione conjured in the brazier. After they had dried and warmed a bit, the Coven’s appetite returned finally, as nobody had eaten since breakfast.
“There’s no need to make anything tonight, I’ll just call Dobby,” said Harriet, when Luna started to rummage in one of the bags for some food. “We should just try and rest up--today was horrible.”
Harriet felt a bit less miserable when a gleeful Dobby appeared--it was nice to see a happy face. Half an hour later everyone dug into the delicious meals which Dobby had prepared. Having sensed the gloomy mood, the happy house-elf had provided each of them their favourite comfort foods.
“Thanks Dobby, that’s absolutely heavenly,” said Harriet with an orgasmic expression as she took a bite of the mouthwatering shepherd’s pie. “You deserve another raise....”
“Oh no Master... er... Mistress Harry,” Dobby replied cheerfully. “Dobby is not knowing what to do with the riches which Mistress Harry already provides!”
Harriet was pleased when Hermione and Fleur nearly spat out their coq au vin in snorts of laughter and the rest of the Coven burst into giggles. After dinner, everyone snuggled in a heap under some enlarged blankets, as close together as possible to ward off the nightmares.

~o0o~

Albus Dumbledore whirled around, flames lancing from his wand and engulfing the group of roughly forty moaning Inferi which he had lured into a rocky gully. Snape and Mad Eye blasted several who tried to escape with Reductos. The three of them stood watch as the rest burned, making sure that none of the flaming Inferi could run off to start a wildfire.
Night was upon them, and they were beyond the outskirts of a tiny village in Northumberland, near the wild area where they had been searching for one of the Ministry’s facilities. Dumbledore was relieved when Remus and Sirius called him to report that the villagers all appeared to be safe and sound, though he felt a deep sense of loss for the poor souls of the victims of the Contagion Curse in the gully.
“Bellatrix’s handiwork I expect,” said Snape coldly as he disintegrated another escaping Inferi. “She is no doubt working for the Minister now...”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore nodded, stroking his long silvery beard which was glowing orange in the light of the blazing inferno below.
He glanced at Severus, grateful for his presence. Snape looked up and saw the flicker of orange flame in Dumbledore’s blue eyes.
“You didn’t think that I’d be any more contented than Potter and his friends to remain safely hidden while the world turns to ash around me, did you Headmaster?” Severus asked wryly, lifting his eyebrows.
“No... I suppose not!” Dumbledore chuckled.
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