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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Having just dozed off, Minister Umbridge bolted upright in her bed when she heard her Floo-Alert sound. She glanced at her clock and noted that it was shortly after midnight. Grumbling as she pulled a dressing-gown over her nightie and grabbed her wand, she made her way to the fireplace in her sitting room. She peered at the small picture on the mantle which informed her of an incoming communication from the Ministry and waved her wand, unlocking her Floo. Green flames flared in the hearth and a memo shot out.
Dolores snatched it from the air, knowing that it could not be good news at this time of night. Her lips pursed, and her nostrils flared as her eyes darted through the memo. Furiously, she dressed in a hurry and quickly departed for the Ministry.
“Why wasn’t I informed hours ago?” the Minister barked at the Unspeakable when she arrived at the monitoring station in the Department of Mysteries.
“Only just found out ourselves Ma’am,” the nervous looking Unspeakable replied. “The Night-shift at the Welsh facility never responded to our Midnight check-in. We sent a team to check up as per protocol, and they determined that it happened shortly before shift change... Whoever’s responsible must’ve waylaid the Night-shift when they showed up...”
The Minister looked up when she heard the door slam open, and spied her disheveled deputy bursting into the room.
“I came as soon as I heard Minister...” gasped Percy Weasley, trying to smooth his frizzy red hair with his fingers. “How bad is it?”
Minister Umbridge calculated quickly in her mind, wondering if her Senior Undersecretary was ready to see everything. He had come a long way from the eager, greedily ambitious, yet naive boy she had initially recruited, even going as far as to torture his own father. He had supported completely the recruiting of Voldemort’s Death Eaters and Snatchers, and wholeheartedly approved the purging and incarceration of the Mudbloods and other Undesirables, but was he ready yet for the next step...?
Or would he balk when he came to understand the finality of the solution to the Mudblood problem which she and the Purebloods in Operations had been working on for so long? Finally Dolores made up her mind. If Percy Weasley wasn’t ready now, he never would be.
“Well, Percy,” sighed Dolores, “perhaps we should see for ourselves! A team is already in place investigating, we may as well join them...”

~o0o~

Senior Undersecretary Weasley strolled beside Minister Umbridge through the haze of smoke and the devastation at the Ministry’s Welsh detention centre, his face ashen. The fires had been mostly put out, and bits of the compound were still standing, but the rubble where the building had collapsed was still smouldering.
Dolores eyed her Deputy Minister approvingly as he registered the right level of shock at seeing the burned corpses of the Unspeakables. Her brows furrowed pensively as she studied his reaction when they came across what appeared to be the partially cremated remains of perhaps two hundred persons piled in one demolished room.
“Well, that doesn’t make sense...” Percy Weasley muttered. “Surely they would have freed the prisoners, not burned them alive. Unless...” Percy’s eyes widened and he swallowed when the implication suddenly struck him. He glanced at the Minister as his breath quickened.
“...Unless they were already dead,” the Minister said softly in a saccharine tone, regarding Percy with her most sympathetic expression. “Yes... it is most unfortunate that it has come to this Percy. There are some who are far too recalcitrant, and who are too determined to destroy everything which we hold dear...”
“There are indeed also some who have proved themselves willing to give up their goals of stealing our identities and our culture, and they are of course being shown all due mercy. But these... these are the remains of those who were lawfully deemed as representing the gravest threat to our way of life...”
“It simply would not do to have given them the opportunity to escape and join Dumbledore’s rebellion. And you have seen the violence the rebels are capable of--the lengths they are willing to go to attain their goals... assassination and murder, lawlessness, destruction, chaos... and a complete upending of the Natural Order. It is sometimes necessary to fight fire with fire--for the Greater Good--do you understand, Percy?”
Percy felt unsteady on his feet, his head swimming. He closed his eyes briefly to steady himself. Percy had supported legally ending the ban of the use of the Cruciatus and the Killing Curses, as a means of defending the Ministry and restoring Order against the murderous Insurrectionists, but he had never imagined that Death would be employed as a means of punishment after capture. Had the Ministry gone too far?
But he had viewed the wanton destruction of the detention centre, and gazed at the broken and charred bodies of the Unspeakables. He had seen their faces frozen in pain and horror; Percy knew that many had died screaming as they burned alive.
His nostrils flared when he thought back to the mutilated corpse of Draco Malfoy which had been delivered to the Ministry. At least the Insurrectionists had been offered a merciful ending, clean and painless in a flash of green light.
Percy felt a surge of anger when he realised that the Minister was right--the Rebels would stop at nothing. There was no depth to the levels of their depravity in their bid to spread Chaos and Disorder, Abomination and Filth, polluting wizardkind with impurity and disease.
“Yes Minister...” Percy said stiffly, slowly nodding as his jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. “I do understand!”

~o0o~
Tears sprang to Narcissa Black’s eyes as she assisted Remus Lupin and Poppy Pomfrey--who had sneaked out of Hogwarts to apparate to the outskirts of Black Manor--in treating the dozens of freed internees from the Ministry’s Death Camp. Many of the released had clearly been imprisoned for some time, nearly skin and bone, and some bore the unmistakable marks of torture with bladed implements, a signature technique of Narcissa’s own sister, Bellatrix.
In another room of the manor, Albus Dumbledore struggled to keep himself together as he interviewed Andrea Mason, the ex-MI6 analyst as she held her still frightened daughter on her lap. Albus felt his heart breaking when he peered into the young girl’s eyes, so much like his sister's. Had she been a witch, this would be the girl's first year at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore felt a surge of satisfaction that Harry Potter had ended the lives of her tormentors.
Severus Snape filmed the interview with Jennifer’s camera, as he was quite familiar with the operation of muggle technology. He was extremely impressed that the Potters had mastered the advanced spells necessary to make muggle electronics work with magic instead of electricity.
Snape and Dumbledore had already viewed the footage filmed by Jennifer Watts on her laptop, along with Amelia Bones, Alastor Moody and Sirius. And Dumbledore had already spoken to the other muggles who had been imprisoned among the muggleborn wizards and witches--and had collected their memories for Pensieve viewing as well. Every last one of the muggle detainees had been political enemies of the muggle Prime Minister’s party, activists for various causes.
Meanwhile, Shacklebolt, Hagrid, and Dawlish all kept watch over the Unspeakables captured at the Ministry’s Death Camp: the three who had been rendered unconscious by the Potters and their friends, and the dozen who had showed up for the Night Shift while the Internees were still being evacuated.

~o0o~
Hermione purred as Harry wrung out her bedraggled tail with his hands under the hot spray of water, rinsing the soot and filth away with the suds. She watched the muck and foam swirl down the drain before turning to face her silent husband through the steam.
“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked as she pressed her naked wet form against his and gave him a kiss.
“Hunh?”
“I know you’re still feeling dreadful Harry. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I... I dunno Hermione...” Harry responded, swallowing anxiously.
“Please Harry!” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes as the steaming water cascaded over the pair of them.
“I... I’m afraid Hermione,” he reluctantly admitted. “I... I’m not sure who I am anymore! I killed a load of people tonight, and... and I wanted to... I wanted to see them all suffer and die. I was so angry... angrier than I’ve ever been! ... I know they killed and tortured people too, but that doesn’t make me feel any better...”
“That anger... I know that’s why my explosive spells were so powerful... and it scares me because it’s still inside of me! ... I hate that feeling Hermione! I don’t want to be just like them--I’m afraid I’m turning evil...”
“But you’re not--and the fact that you feel remorse proves it! ... We all feel the same way Harry...” said Hermione, giving him another kiss. “None of us really wants to kill anyone, even when we feel like we do--even when we know how horrid and deserving of it those disgusting people are... I’ll never be able to get what I saw in that Death Chamber out of my mind! ...”
“Nor I...” Harry muttered.
“I know Harry! But every time I see that again in my mind, it reminds me that there is a difference--you’re not like them--we saved a lot of lives tonight Harry! We saved that little girl...”
“Yeah... you’re right Hermione!” Harry sighed. “I know it in my head... I know what we’re fighting for... and I know it’s something I’m just going to have to learn to live with! It’s just... what if this feeling never goes away? What if I ever lose control of it? Wh...What if I ever do become ‘consumed by it’ and start to hurt innocent people... people I love?”
“You won’t Harry! I know you won’t... if you don’t trust yourself, trust me! I can feel everything you’re feeling inside yourself Harry... It’s what I feel too... and I’m telling you, that anger, that pain, the grief... it’s not coming from Hate! It’s Love Harry! ...”
“And... and that love will continue to guide your hand--and stay it when it needs to be stayed... you have GOOD instincts Harry! I trust them with all my heart, and so does the rest of the Coven!”
Harry turned off the shower and peered at his wet dripping wife, biting his lip, unable to contain himself any longer. The steel and concrete walls he’d been putting up all evening collapsed like wet cardboard as the truth of her faith in him thundered through him like a tidal wave. The surge of emotion swept his senses away as he embraced her tightly, crushing his lips against hers, tears mingling with the shower water still clinging to his face.
Harry didn’t really understand how or why, but the raging volcanic fury which he’d been trying to contain within himself, exploded as a turbulent blend of ardour and grief. Hermione sobbed and arched as she cradled her husband in her arms, yowling as she released her own pent up cyclonic mix of passion and sadness, her furry wet tail whipping madly.
Together they slid down the slick tiles into the draining puddles at the bottom of the marble tub, limbs entwined, clinging to each other, their anguish flowing away with their tears as they poured their hearts into one another.

~o0o~
Jennifer and Dora were already cleaned up and snuggled in their enlarged bed under satiny sheets, together with Luna, Parvati, Daphne and Fleur, comforting each other as nobody wanted to sleep apart tonight. They had all seen too much death and horror over the past week.
Dumbledore had sent the Coven directly back to Jennifer’s manor with a Portkey which had been set with a permanent link to Narcissa Black’s manor. The true Headmaster of Hogwarts had assured them that the Order had things well in hand, and that the Coven had done their bit for the moment.
“Truly, you have all been magnificent,” he had told them with a sad, weary smile. “...But for now, you must all rest and recover yourselves while we look after those you have rescued and organise the evidence you have gathered. With this portkey you shall be able to travel back and forth between the manors as needed, at any time, without having to traverse through the Floo system...”
“As soon as we have things sorted here, I shall recall you so that we can begin making plans to retake Hogwarts, and broadcast everything we have to the public through the Wiz-Vision. Please... look after each other well for the next few days, as the battle is just beginning, and we shall certainly all find ourselves in the thick of things again soon enough...”
Having returned to Jennifer’s, the other members of the Coven were now sharing gentle cuddles and kisses, waiting for Harry and Hermione to join them. Their tearful eyes widened in astonishment when they felt the entire manor quake, as sex was the last thing on anyone’s mind. Luna’s fluffy white tail quivered, and she glanced at the others, seeing their puzzled expressions.
“It’s not what you think,” she said quietly with a seraphic smile. “They’re just loving each other... healing...”
“Really? How can you tell?” Daphne asked, looking intrigued. Parvati, Jennifer, and Dora peered at Luna questioningly as well.
“I’m not sure really,” Luna replied truthfully. “The vibration I suppose--it just felt a bit different.”
Fleur looked pensive for a moment, then she smiled and nodded.
“Oui, I sense it too Luna...”

~o0o~
The stars shone brightly through the parting clouds in the night sky above the rolling Dorset hills, shimmering upon the rippling surface of the pond in a clearing surrounded by copses of willows and evergreens. But the starlight wasn’t the only thing shining in the glade with the pool near the Elizabethan manor.
From a distance, the silvery glowing creatures flitting among the bulrushes and ferns, illuminating the greek statuary and stone benches, might have easily been taken for fireflies. But if one were much nearer, and paying much more attention with an open mind, one might have noticed that the tiny luminous figures basking in the purified ambience were much more human in appearance, despite being attached to gossamer wings.
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