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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242819 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Warning for this chapter: Violence, Horror, and implied post-bondage/rape sequence.

Harry counted his blessings that Hermione had been correct about the internment compound being larger inside than out, rather than an underground facility, and also that Dora was willing and able to perform the Imperius Curse on the intake wizard. Unfortunately, it appeared that their window until potential discovery was limited.
“Alright, we’ve only got an hour at best until the guards change their shift,” Harry muttered as the Coven tentatively entered the long dark corridor past the entrance room. “We’ll have to move quickly...”
“At least all ze offices are in this corridor,” hissed Fleur, “and the administration personnel have all gone for ze day.”
“But there’s still a dozen more guards in the detention blocks,” Dora added quietly. “Not to mention that according to the sentry, my dear Aunt Bellatrix likes to work late on occasion and has a personal office floo. So stay alert...”
“Okay, I hate having to do this,” Harry said through gritted teeth, “but we’ll need to make short work of the offices. Dora... you and Jennifer, and Fleur and Daphne take the offices on the left--Hermione and I, and Luna and Parvati, will take the ones on the right. Just empty the desks of all files as quickly as possible, grab any identifying items, and we’ll meet up at the end of the hallway in ten minutes and move on...”

~o0o~

Antonin Dolohov rolled his eyes when he heard Thorfinn Rowle’s stomach rumbling.
“Hungry again already?”
“What?” grunted Rowle, “I’m starved, and we’re the lucky one’s pullin’ a double today...”
“True that,” Dolohov shrugged, grinning. “I suppose I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite myself on that muggle bint in Cell-block C...”
“Heh... talk about a big appetite,” Rowle muttered with an evil looking smirk. “Can’t even keep it in your trousers for barely ten minutes at a time.”
“Gotta get the good uns while they’re still fresh... and before Bellatrix gets her hands on ‘em...” Dolohov retorted. “They’re no good after they’re dead...”
“Hunh... tell that to Bowdler! ‘E’d do an Inferi if it wouldn’t bite ‘is willy orf!” Rowle chortled, “ ‘E’s probably in the Chamber right now ‘avin’ ‘is way with the corpses... Anyway, I’m headed to the kitchens--want anything?”
“Yeah, why not!? Bring me back a sandwich.”
“Righto...” Rowle nodded. “And mebbe after we’re done eating, I’ll join you in Cell Block C... she’s a real pretty little bird, that one is.”
Still shaking his head, chuckling about Bowdler’s proclivities, Rowle made his way through the corridors to the kitchens by the staffroom at the end of the main corridor. He rifled through a cupboard looking for the bread before rummaging in the coldbox for some corned beef and cheddar cheese. Laying out four slices of rye-bread, he busied himself making sandwiches for himself and Dolohov.
“Wish we ‘ad some bleedin’ ‘ouse-elves ‘ere,” Rowle groused to nobody as he spread a thick layer of Colman’s mustard on two slices of bread, and slathered the other two pieces with some chutney.
Sandwiches finally completed and wrapped in wax-paper, Rowle grabbed two bags of crisps and threw them on the plate as well. He kicked open the kitchen door and stepped into the corridor, his eyes widening in surprise.
“ ‘Oo the bloody hell are you?” Rowle barked at the two startled witches, his wand instantly in his hand.

~o0o~

Fleur and Daphne spun around to face the wizard who had appeared in the dimly lit corridor just after they had finished ransacking the office near the end of the hallway. When the wizard saw their two wands pointing at him, he threw himself back through the door he had exited a moment before, his plate of sandwiches clattering on the ground.
“Avada Kedavra,” shouted the wizard as he dove through the doorway.
Fleur rolled out of the line of fire; the green bolt of lightning sparked against the wall on the other side of the corridor, barely missing her by centimetres. Instinctively she raised her other hand to shoot a ball of fire, then remembered that they didn’t want to rouse too much attention yet. She motioned to Daphne who nodded in understanding.
Daphne stood on one side of the doorframe, and Fleur on the other, both of their chests heaving rapidly as they peeked to see where the wizard was inside. Another arc of green lightning shot through the opening and they both fell back.
Fleur signaled Daphne again and flung herself flat to the floor in the doorway, silently firing a Reductor spell at the table the wizard had tipped over to hide behind. The wizard’s third killing spell missed again, as he had been aiming where he thought the witch would be standing.
Daphne was in the doorway the moment the green arc of magic had dissipated, furiously whipping her wand three times through the cloud of disintegrating particulates which had been the upturned table. The wizard’s eyes bulged with shock when his wand arm fell away in a spray of blood, severed at his elbow.
Rowle gasped in short, ragged breaths, his body wracked with pain from the two long gashes across his chest. He couldn’t believe this was happening--this was supposed to be a secure location. What had happened to the alarms? But as bad as his situation appeared, he felt a glimmer of hope when he saw the indecision in the young witch’s eyes. She wasn’t prepared to issue a killing blow.
“DOLO...” he began to yell. Rowle never finished, his last sound a gurgling rattle of breath through the gaping hole the witch opened in his neck with another slash of her wand.
Daphne was still standing, her wand still pointed at the dead wizard, her hand still shaking when Luna and Parvati appeared in the doorway, both looking alarmed. Luna helped Fleur to her feet as Parvati gave Daphne a hug, kissing her wetly.
“That one was originally one of Voldemort’s,” hissed Parvati, glaring at the wizard. “He’s one of the ones who captured Harry in the Forbidden Forest when Harry shoved me into the bushes and took a spell for me before they realised I was there too.”
“Th...thanks Parvati! I... I’ll be alright now,” Daphne whispered, her trembling diminishing in Parvati’s embrace. She returned Parvati’s kiss heatedly, then peered at her gratefully before glancing at Luna and Fleur who were similarly engaged in warm consolation.
Everyone stiffened, wands at the ready when they heard footsteps running in the corridor. They relaxed when a familiar face appeared.
“It’s alright, it’s me...” muttered Dora--who had reverted to her natural form briefly to reassure the others. She changed back into the sentry wizard’s form as she spied the blood and the fallen wizard in the kitchen.
“Blimey, what 'appened here then?” she asked as Jennifer arrived behind her, followed by Harry and Hermione.
“Fleur and I...” murmured Daphne. “He almost killed her, but... but we got him.”
“Good! That’s Rowle!” said Harry as Jennifer trained her camera on the body. “He was one of the Death Eaters that Voldemort broke out of Azkaban. He and his partner Dolohov evaded capture after the Battle of Hogwarts--He must have been recruited by Minister Umbridge at some point.”
“Someone might be expecting him back very soon,” Hermione said anxiously. “We should probably get a move-on before he’s discovered missing.”
“Yeah...” Harry agreed, “Yeah... we should! You alright then Daphne?”
“I’m okay...” Daphne nodded, giving Harry a sad little smile as she picked up Rowle’s wand and dropped it in her bag.
“Right... the cell-blocks should be this way then,” Harry said as he led the way. The Coven turned down one passageway, and then another, passing a set of iron double-doors with the insignia of a skull painted in black on the exterior.
“Wait...” whispered Harry, “We should see what’s behind here then...”
Cautiously, Dora and Harry opened the doors as the others stepped back, wands in their ready position. Harry grimaced and the cat-witches all winced at the grinding sound of the iron hinges.
“Why don’t they bloody oil their doors?” Dora muttered crossly.
But the sound was the least of their concerns when the stench hit their noses. The Coven gasped in collective horror at the gruesome contents of the enormous chamber. Jennifer stuffed a hand into her mouth to stifle a scream, and tried her utmost to keep her other hand from shaking as she continued filming.
Nearly two hundred bodies in various states of decay were stacked like cordwood in piles near a tridecagram painted in blood on the floor. A heavy oak table nearby was covered in deadly looking metal instruments.
Harry nearly threw up when he spied the bodies of little children among the stacks of corpses--some of them mutilated--waiting to be reanimated. Luna and Daphne both lost the battle to control their stomachs, vomiting on the floor, heaving several times.
Hermione turned her tearstreaked face away and flung herself on Harry, sobbing into his chest. Parvati burst into sobs as well, and fell into Dora’s arms.
“Don’t look sweetie,” Dora murmured, blinking back her own tears and reverting back to her natural form again as she stroked Parvati’s hair. “Don't look...” she repeated, unable to tear her own eyes away from the hideous sight.
Tears dripped from Fleur’s pale cheek as she reached for what was clearly an inventory sheet on a clipboard on the table. She placed it into her bag, then she wrapped up the tools of Death and Blood Magic in the piece of canvas they had been lying on and put them in the bag next to the clipboard.
Harry clutched Hermione tightly, and closed his own eyes to steady himself, but the smell burned the afterimage into his brain. Harry knew he would never be able forget this horror as long as he lived. This wasn’t at all unexpected, but seeing it for himself ignited something deep inside him, something akin to what he’d felt the day he’d taken Draco Malfoy’s hand.
A raging inferno began to roil inside Harry. He knew from discussions with Dumbledore, Sirius, and Dora, that the Necromancy was Bellatrix Lestrange’s work. But it was Umbridge who was sponsoring Bellatrix this time.
Umbridge! She was as foul and loathsome as Voldemort had ever been. Worse even! The Venomous Toad hid her sadism behind a veneer of moderation, and justified it all in the name of “Order” and “Security.”
With Voldemort there had been no such pretense to lofty ideals. Tom Riddle had simply been a Psychotic Madman obsessed with blood purity and bent on personal aggrandizement--a Dark Wizard with great ego and no self-control.
Umbridge was cold, calculating... a Merchant of Death, and the very embodiment of Control. She was certainly as megalomaniacal as Voldemort, and surely as sadistic as Bellatrix, but every murder was just a number in Minister Umbridge’s scheme to “save the wizard world” from ruin by the Undesirables--the “mudbloods” and the “halfbreeds.”
And it was a scheme which she had managed to legitimise through propaganda and lies.
“I’ll kill her...” Harry muttered through gritted teeth. “If I ever get my hands on Umbridge, I’m going to fucking kill her!”
Harry passed his weeping Hermione to Dora who was also cuddling Daphne and Luna now. Fleur had an arm around Jennifer who was still valiantly filming everything. As the rest of the Coven departed from the Chamber of Death, Harry set a number of incendiary and concussive explosive spells, timed to go off in ten minutes, slowly following behind the others. The immolation should hopefully distract the rest of the guards as well as providing some measure of dignity for the Souls of the Dead.

~o0o~

Dolohov was tired of waiting for Rowle, and he was bored.
“Probably stuffing his face already,” he muttered to himself with a sardonic grimace. “Hope he remembers my sandwich.”
Rowle was right about one thing though, a double-shift in this place was tedious unless called upon to assist Bellatrix in her work. Dolohov decided to pay another visit to Cell Block C. Bellatrix didn’t mind if her toys were broken in a bit already, and Rowle knew where to find him whenever he was finished munching.

~o0o~

The members of the Coven were still pale and shaken by the Death Chamber, but had recovered somewhat by the time they had reached the wing of the compound which contained Cell Blocks A and B. They slipped inside a broom closet to take stock of things before carrying out the next phase of the mission.
“The spells should be going off in about a minute,” Harry murmured, “Hopefully it’ll draw most of the guards away. There’s about sixty prisoners currently, and they’re all in this wing according to the sentry at the front desk...”
“...and then we ought to be able to slip out into the Courtyard in the centre of the compound with the prisoners once we’ve released them, and call Lupin and Sirius for backup,” continued Hermione. “They should be able to apparate into the courtyard and bring some portkeys to get the prisoners away once we’ve broken through any shielding spells from the inside...”
Hermione was interrupted by shaking walls and the sound of explosions coming from the Death Chamber. Some supplies fell off a shelf as the broom closet continued to rock, and guards could be heard shouting and running by.
“How many charges did you set Harry?” Luna asked after the sixth shuddering report, as everyone peered at him questioningly in their wand-light.
“Er... about a dozen in the Chamber itself and maybe six more to go off after that in the Corridor,” Harry muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed. “...I was angry... Hopefully the follow-up explosions will take a few of those sick bastards out...”
“GOOD!” interjected the rest of the Coven in unison, and Harry quieted.
They counted the explosions, and when they heard no more guards running by, they exited the broom closet in haste. The glow of the blaze that Harry had set could be seen at the far end of the corridor as they darted into the hall which contained the Cell-blocks.
“What’s going on?” yelled one of the two guards who had been left behind to watch the prisoners.
“Shut up you idiot!” snarled the other guard as he whipped out his wand. “That lot ain’t with us... Avada Keda..”
Fleur snapped. The guard never got to complete the incantation to his killing spell. He burst into flames, staggering down the hallway screaming when one of Fleur’s Veela fireballs hit him. Dora hit the other guard with an Imperius spell.
“OPEN THE CELL DOORS!” she bellowed at the hapless guard.
The Unspeakable had no choice but to obey Dora’s command; he waved a wand and all the cells opened. Dora relieved the wizard of his wand when the task was finished. Jennifer kept her camera trained on the corridor which was filling with acrid smoke as Hermione, Daphne, Dora, Fleur, and Luna began to direct the terrified and bewildered prisoners to the corridor which led to the courtyard while Harry and Parvati kept their eye on the end of the passage. A number of the freed captives began to babble.
“Wh...who are you?”
“Where are you taking us...?”
“We’re bustin’ you lot outta here... no time to explain!” yelled Dora, “Follow the others... go on, move! Quickly...”
“Not without my daughter!” screamed a hysterical woman. “They took her to Cell Block C...”
“Bloody Hell!” groaned Harry, his face turning ashen. “LUNA! ...” Harry shouted. “Leave the prisoners to the others... stay here with Parvati and keep watch for any guards. Hermione and I are going to Cell Block C...”
Harry darted through the throng of released prisoners, grabbing Hermione’s arm, and they both took off running down the hallway amidst the chaos while the others continued to help the internees escape into the courtyard. Parvati spotted two Unspeakables returning from the blazing inferno in the Death Chamber corridor. Apparently they had managed to avoid the secondary set of explosions.
Parvati glanced apprehensively at Luna. “Er... are you ready?”
“Of course!” said Luna calmly, understanding implicitly what Parvati was asking
They waited until the flummoxed Unspeakables began firing killing curses and dodged them effortlessly. Before the guards had time to raise shield spells, Parvati and Luna were already returning fire with Reductors. The screams of the disintegrating wizards were lost in the cacophony of the mayhem when another delayed explosive spell went off, which Harry must have forgotten that he’d set in his anger.

~o0o~

“Fucking Hell? What the blazes...?” muttered Dolohov as he let go of the crying naked girl who was shackled to the cot.
The cell shook again as the sounds of explosions continued to echo through the empty passage which contained Cell Blocks C and D. Zipping up his trousers and belting his robe, bemoaning the interruption before he'd even had his chance at a little fun, Dolohov tentatively stepped into the corridor with his wand at the ready. He waited until the explosions had stopped and began to make his way back to Cell Blocks A and B when he heard a babble of shouting voices and the sound of spell fire. One last explosion shook the building and he halted.
Dolohov spied two figures rounding the corner and aimed his wand, but confusion stayed his hand when he saw who it was. The Unspeakable he knew, but the witch was unfamiliar to him. Then the blood drained from his face when the Unspeakable's features melted like wax and turned into someone else’s which were all too familiar.
“POTTER!” Dolohov barked in shock, too surprised to raise a shield spell in time to prevent Harry’s Reductor spell from hitting him in the chest.
“Harry... why did you show yourself like that?” Hermione asked in puzzlement.
“I... er... I’m not entirely sure. It... it was his spell that took me down in the Forbidden Forest!” Harry answered with an odd expression somewhere between fury and bewilderment. “I dunno... I just thought if anyone should know it was me--it was Dolohov!”
Hermione nodded, accepting Harry’s reply without question as they both jogged towards the open cell-door. She bit her lip in consternation when she saw how young the naked girl shackled to the bed appeared to be.
“Relashio,” Hermione incanted. The chains and cuffs fell away from the girl’s wrists and ankles as Harry tugged off the Unspeakable robes he was wearing. Harry’s face was a devastating picture of burning rage.
“Put those on the girl and get moving...” Harry growled. “I’ll be right behind you--I’m just going to set some more delayed explosive spells.”
Gasping breathlessly and struggling against tears, Hermione practically carried the sobbing girl to the exit. She wasn’t much bigger than Astoria had been when Harry had rescued her from Draco Malfoy. Fleur was waiting just inside the doorway.
“Where’s my mummy?” wailed the girl.
“Outside... Everyone else ees already out!” said Fleur anxiously as she took the girl from Hermione’s arms. “Where ees Harry?”
“He said he’d be right behind me...” Hermione peered down the corridor through the smoke worriedly. “THERE... there he is...!”
Massive explosions began to rock the entire building as Harry ran down the corridor at full speed, waving and yelling at the girls to get out, casting more spells behind him. Fleur picked up the young one and hurried down the other passage to the courtyard, but Hermione refused to budge--instead, casting some of her own explosive spells down towards the opposite end of the corridor.
Hermione didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Harry swept her under one of his arms and barreled down the short passageway to the courtyard firing several more parting shots as he ran. Hermione gaped, staggered by the power of Harry’s concussive and incendiary explosive spells, having expected that it would take the entire Coven to accomplish what he was doing to the Ministry compound.
With his last spell as he burst into the courtyard, Harry unleashed a Firestorm Charm into the corridor behind them for good measure. Gasping for breath, sweat dripping from their sooty brows, he and Hermione both clutched each other tightly as they regarded the chaos unfolding around them.
The girl whom they had freed was clinging to her mother, both of them sobbing. A number of freed prisoners--as frightened as they already were by the collapsing building and the billowing smoke and flames pouring from blown out doorways and gaping holes in the walls--shrieked in terror at the sound of numerous apparition cracks in the courtyard.
“Hermione was right--the anti-apparition wards broke when we used the Shield Penetration spell while you were still inside rescuing the girl...” explained Dora when she saw Harry’s bewildered expression.
“...And some of the prisoners are actually muggles!” added Luna, her silvery eyes boggling. “The mother of the girl you saved told me that she used to work for MI6 as an analyst before uncovering the PM’s secret communications with muggle terrorist groups, and also documentation of war-crimes by the Prime Minister’s government in the Middle East...”
“There’s other muggles too,” gasped Jennifer, who was still filming everything. “Mostly political activists of different sorts... I can’t believe it Harry! They really are working together--you and Hermione had the Minister of Magic and the PM dead to rights on that score... ”
“Indeed they do,” murmured a voice which Harry knew very well.
Harry spun around, one arm still tightly clutching Hermione. He was stunned to see Dumbledore in their midst next to Lupin, having only expected Sirius and Lupin to arrive. But as he and Hermione both glanced around the courtyard, he could see Arthur and Bill Weasley, Amelia Bones, Dawlish, Snape, Hagrid, Moody, and Shacklebolt among the arrivals as well.
Some of them were already gathering around portkeys and vanishing with about six rescued detainees at a time, as Dumbledore explained the presence of so many from the Order.
“When Lupin informed me several minutes ago of what was happening here, and mentioned that you had freed numerous prisoners, I knew you would need as many as the Order could spare to remove them all to safety,” said Dumbledore, his long white beard blowing around in the swirling air currents, blue eyes glittering in the flickering orange light of the flames.
“Sir...” gasped Hermione, speaking for Harry who was still too breathless to speak for himself. “We’ve got lots of proof that they were turning people into Inferi and there’s three knocked-out Unspeakables in the bushes in front of the building...”
“We’ve already got them...” said Lupin.
“Sniffed them out the moment we got here,” added Sirius. “By the way... any sign of my dear cousin Bellatrix?”
“I... I don’t think she was here tonight,” Harry replied, finally managing to catch a breath as his heart-rate began to return to something approaching normal.
“Damn!” swore Lupin. “That would have been something! Still... you’ve done splendidly! Is this all the Coven’s handiwork?” Lupin gestured at the crumbling, burning fortification surrounding them.
“It’s nearly all Harry’s!” said Hermione, a hint of awe in her voice. “I set off a few explosive spells just as we were leaving... But Harry’s spells were really powerful.”
“I... I’m not exactly sure how, really!” Harry muttered, swallowing anxiously. “I originally set off a few on that side over there... where the Death Chamber was. They were a bit stronger than I even realised apparently...”
“...Then I set off another load of spells on the other side just a few minutes ago,” Harry continued with almost a pleading expression, “...and then Hermione and I did the last few spells on that side there as we left the building.”
“Honestly, I thought it would take all of us... together... t’do that much damage. I... I don’t know if any of the Unspeakables inside escaped or not...” Harry trailed off, not quite sure how to say that he didn’t mean to kill every last Unspeakable he could find, not even certain that he would have meant it if he had said it.
Albus Dumbledore peered thoughtfully into Harry’s green eyes, which were glittering in the flames just as his own were, sensing Harry’s fear at what he had unleashed within himself. Dumbledore glanced at Harry’s wife, who was determinedly staring at her husband.
“You have nothing to feel guilty about Harry!” said Hermione fiercely, curling her still invisible furry tail around him. “We saved everyone who needed to be saved... and everyone who died brought it on themselves the moment they knowingly took part in the Minister’s EVIL operation!”
Harry bit his lip and returned Hermione’s gaze with a watery one of his own, still uncertain.
“You must listen to your wife Harry,” the real Headmaster of Hogwarts said softly, blinking back his own stinging tears. “She speaks truly... If anything, you continue to show remarkable restraint given the power raging within you. Many would have been utterly consumed by it after witnessing what you have seen... I could not be prouder of the man you have become!”
“...And the Minister, I have no doubt now that she shall rue the day that she woke the Dragon within you!”
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