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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242839 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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“So this is where you found Dean then?” said Lupin as he and Sirius examined the clearing and the remains of the campfire, the early morning sun peeking through the trees.
Harry and Hermione both nodded uncomfortably, peering at the many extra sets of footprints which indicated that others had been there after they’d left the two muggleborn wizards lying unconscious the night before. Hermione’s sensitive nose had also picked up the scents of those who had come after. Broken branches on bushes surrounding the site also indicated that whomever had been there had searched the area, and they were both glad that the concealing charms had worked so well on their own campsite.
“You did the right thing, you know!” said Sirius reassuringly, seeing the guilty expressions on Harry’s and Hermione’s faces. “Clearly you couldn’t trust a pair of dolts who believe the swill that the Prophet and the Wiz-Vision are peddling. They would have likely turned the lot of you in to protect their own hides...”
“In any case, I think those two were long gone before anyone from the Ministry arrived looking for Dean,” Lupin proffered. “There’s no sign of struggle--indicating that they departed quickly when they revived... No doubt when they came to, the fools at least had the sense to realise that the Ministry would be keen on apprehending any students who had escaped Hogwarts when the use of magic in their vicinity was detected.”
“Good... that’s good then!” said Harry, letting out a sigh of relief, and Hermione's invisible furry tail perked up. “As thick and pushy as they were, I’d hate to think that the Ministry had them, ” Harry concluded.
Having finished their perusal of the site, Lupin and Sirius followed Harry and Hermione back to their own camp, where they were greeted warmly by the rest of the Coven and Dean Thomas.
“Hi Professor,” said Dean, very happy to finally see a familiar adult who didn't inspire paranoia in him.
“Hello Dean,” smiled Lupin. “I can't say that I've been doing much professoring these days though...”
“Wotcher Sirius... Lupin,” greeted Dora with a grin. “So ‘ow’s it going with you lot?”
“Could be better, but we think we’re closing in on the facility we believe is somewhere in Northern England,” replied Sirius. “But the ones we think are in Scotland and Northern Ireland are less certain... We’re still stretched quite thin, as we’re also trying to protect Muggleborn from the Ministry as we come across them--Monsieur Delacour’s people have been instrumental in helping those with families who wish to leave Britain escape the country, and others are staying in hiding or offering to join the fight...”
Fleur beamed proudly to hear that her father's contributions were having beneficial effects.
“Unfortunately those two that young Dean here ran into last night are not the only ones who find it difficult to believe that the Ministry’s 'Registration Programme' is more than a means to protect purebloods from ‘Dumbledore’s Rebellion’...” added Lupin with a heavy sigh. “A few are even turning themselves in. And we’re also doing our best to protect muggle and wizard civilians from Inferi attacks. Harry informed us of your own run-in a few days ago.”
The members of the Coven murmured and nodded sadly in response.
“Would you like to stay for breakfast,” asked Luna, flicking her invisible furry tail.
“Afraid not... We’d best be off with Dean and get him to an Order Safehouse as soon as possible,” said Sirius with a shake of his head. “As animagi with our particular set of traits, we’re both very much in demand right now...”
“But don’t hesitate to call us again the moment you need us,” concluded Lupin.

~o0o~

Deputy Minister Percy Weasley scowled at the reports crossing his desk as he sipped his second cup of tea. He glanced up when he heard the door to his office open and spied Minister Dolores Umbridge approaching.
“Why so glum Percy?” asked the Minister in her sweetest voice. “Things have been moving forward relatively smoothly since the debacle in the Department of Mysteries. It is to be expected that it will take quite some time to uncover all of the Muggleborn and to remove them from our society... but things are moving apace.”
“There was another hit on the Trace last night for one of the muggleborn who escaped Hogwarts--stunning spells apparently--but by the time Aurors arrived, he was already gone. And besides that, there’s been another round of resignations in the Auror Office,” the Deputy Minister muttered crossly. “We lost three more this morning who refused to arrest Muggleborns who resist registration and relocation.”
“Never mind dear,” Dolores smiled comfortingly. “The Snatcher adjuncts to the Unspeakable Office are by and large more than making up for personnel losses in the Auror Office... And it is better that we know who stands with the Ministry and who stands against us. It simply won’t do to have more potential spies for Dumbledore in our midst after all.”
“Oh!” Percy raised his eyebrows and his features brightened. He hadn’t considered that angle. “Right then... I suppose I should go through my files of the resigned and relist them as possible threats to the Ministry then.”
“Splendid Percy!” beamed the Minister. “That will do very nicely indeed.”

~o0o~

The mist drew across the wooded valley as evening approached on the day following the departure of Dean with Sirius and Lupin. Harriet was getting set to call it a day, but Parvati yanked the earphones from her head when the little mp3 player and FM radio of Jennifer’s began to squawk.
“Ow! That hurt...” muttered Parvati, rubbing her invisible furry ear as her invisible furry tail bristled. “It’s not supposed to do that is it?”
“Not like that... no,” Jennifer replied; she could hear the ear-piercing squeal without even having to put the headphones on herself. “Let me see then.”
Jennifer glanced at her mobile smart-phone. Her heart began to race when she saw the screen pixelating. Everyone’s eyes widened and turned to Hermione who had Jennifer’s tablet in her hands. Harriet swallowed apprehensively as she drew closer to peer at the screen herself. The pixelation pattern appeared as little snowy swirls, all colours of the rainbow.
“D’you reckon...?” Harriet began, her breath quickening. Hermione nodded, her invisible furry ears and tail twitching.
“We must be near some sort of strong interference for all three electronic devices to be reacting so strangely,” Hermione answered quietly. “It could definitely be a magical source.”
“Right then... we’ll keep heading this direction when we’re ready,” murmured Harriet, nodding at Dora.
As Dora altered Hermione’s appearance, Harriet cast the alarm detecting and disarming charm ahead of the Coven before leading the Coven forward. When Harriet felt the pulsating vibration in her wand, she was certain.
Having already decided that she didn’t want to spoil her incognito identity as Harriet, she altered her own features further, giving herself blue eyes and short, straw coloured hair. As they had planned in advance, Dora altered everyone else’s features as well. Harriet had considered making some of them invisible for the operation, but decided against it, not wanting anyone to be lost and left behind inadvertently.
“Stay quiet and low, and look out for guards,” she hissed at the others. “The alarm deactivating spell interacted with something, so there’s definitely some sort of magically protected facility ahead...”
Luna, Parvati, and Hermione crept ahead of the others silently, keeping their sharp invisible cat ears on alert, their pupils dilating widely in the gathering dusk, invisible furry tails aquiver. Harriet felt her heart thudding in her ears as they slipped deeper into the woods.
After about fifteen minutes creeping through the forest, in the misty twilight Harriet could only just make out a clearing ahead with a low shadowed building with no windows set dead in the centre. When Hermione and the other two cat witches halted and signaled, Harriet gestured to Dora, Jennifer, Daphne and Fleur to stay back. According to Hermione’s hand signal, the cat-witches’ keen senses had detected three guards.
This was it, thought Hermione as she led Luna and Parvati towards their targets, wands at the ready. Her heart was pounding so hard, that even though she knew it was silly, she was afraid the sentinels would hear them. She nodded at Luna and Parvati, and each of them chose a guard wizard.
The Unspeakables guarding the exterior of the nondescript, windowless building never knew what hit them. Shadows reached out from the darkening swirls of fog and before any of them could react, each guard collapsed as a stunner from a wand pressed to the back of the head brought them down with little more than a brief, very muted crackling sound. The sentries disabled, Hermione beckoned the rest of the Coven forth.
“Excellent!” murmured Harriet. “That was brilliant guys!”
“Incredible,” Fleur marveled quietly at the three prostrate and unconscious Unspeakables. “I have never seen the like...”
Daphne and Jennifer both nodded in agreement.
“Blimey!” muttered Dora, “You three would put ‘alf the Auror corps to shame with your stealth skills... I barely passed the Stealth classes myself--which isn’t sayin’ much mind you, as clumsy as I was.”
“That’s how we managed to sneak by everyone into the maze for the Third Task,” whispered Luna, beaming. “Being half-cat has a lot of benefits.”
“I’ll say...” agreed Parvati, grinning.
“Anyway, this is convenient,” said Dora. “Harriet and I can lead the rest o’ you in lookin’ like these blokes--if anyone’s inside the entrance, we can take ‘em out before they realise anything’s wrong.”
Daphne peered at the small windowless concrete building, which barely looked larger than a bungalow.
“Shouldn’t it be much bigger?” she asked, bewildered. “I thought it was supposed to be a prison camp of some sort.”
“I expect it’s larger on the inside,” Hermione responded.
“It looks a bit like a bunker... I suppose it could be an underground facility,” sighed Harriet, hoping that Hermione was right; the last place she wanted to be was trapped underground.
The Coven dragged the three unconscious guards into the bushes and took their wands. Despite a thorough search, no key was found on any of the wizards. Dora cast a bewitched sleep spell on the wizards to keep them out for the duration of the raid. Removing the robes of two of the Unspeakables and pulling them on over their own clothes, Dora and Harriet also took their forms, morphing into the wizards.
“Got your video camera ready Jennifer?” asked Harry in a deeper version of his own voice, sounding much calmer than he felt. He had no idea how the older male wizard was supposed to sound, and just hoped that looking like the man would be enough to get them past any checkpoints.
“Yeah...” said Jennifer, swallowing in trepidation as she showed Harry the small handheld video camera which was operating entirely on magic, “I already got some exterior footage... and of the guards in their robes.”
“Good,” Harry nodded. “Just keep it on from here on out... Alright everyone, try to stick together--focus on finding prisoners and gathering the wands of anyone else we take down, and take anything else that looks like it’ll be useful for evidence--artifacts, documents--just chuck the lot in your bags.”
“I just wanna say somethin’ too, before we go in...” said Dora in her own voice to emphasize that it was really her speaking; it seemed odd to hear her voice coming from a wizard’s mouth.
“...I know none of us wants to kill anyone if we don’t ‘ave to, but don’t ‘old back once any fighting starts. I don’t doubt that ‘oever’s in there wouldn’t bat an eye at killing or torturing every last one of us. So use whatever spells you think are appropriate--nobody’ll think any less of you.”
“Dora’s right...” Hermione added firmly, seeing everyone’s anxious faces. “We know what they’re capable of...”
“Yeah... we do!” Harry sighed, “You’re both right! We have to treat this like we’re battling Voldemort and his army all over again...”
“Or Malfoy...” muttered Daphne, her voice icy and brittle; Fleur nodded in agreement.
Seeing the steely determination in everyone’s eyes, Harry knew they were all ready. The Coven approached the low building in the mist shrouded forest glade once again, unlit wands pointing at the locked entrance. The darkness was even deeper now that night had properly fallen.
“Right then!” said Harry, “The lock probably unlocks only with a coded spell, and likely has an anti-alohomora charm on it, but I bet they didn't account for the power of a Coven spell. Everyone all together... alohomora on my mark...”

~o0o~

The Unspeakable sitting at the intake desk twiddled his thumbs in boredom; nobody had been brought in on his shift for several days. He looked up in surprise when he heard the heavy iron door groaning open. He had received no memos of any imminent arrivals, and the magically locked door wasn't supposed to be otherwise unlocked until the shift was over.
“What’re you doin’ in here?” growled the intake wizard when he saw two of the sentries entering. “Your shifts aren’t up for another hour.”
“Yours is though...” muttered one of the sentries, pointing his wand at the intake wizard.
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