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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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Having concluded his very important mirror-call in private, Albus Dumbledore took a seat in the elegant armchair in Monsieur Delacour’s sitting room with Henri Delacour, Olympe Maxime, and the three others who had been invited. Albus regarded the three most important members of the ICW Committee for the Investigation of Statutory Violations with twinkling eyes as they took their own seats. Henri poured everyone glasses of wine from his own private reserve.
“Vell, Dumbledore... I hope you haff much more for us to go on zis time,” snapped Angelika Machschnell, the stern German witch who headed the ICW’s investigatory committee.
“And you must remember Albus, there is very little we can do regarding internal blood-status policies unless they threaten to spill over to the International stage,” the Greek wizard from the committee added with an oily tone.
“Ah, indeed I do Pericles,” Dumbledore warmly replied. “I may be getting on in my years, but it has not been so long since I was Supreme Mugwump after all...”
“Though, if certain rumours prove to be true, surely there must be something that we at the ICW can do to help Britain!” interjected the Nigerian witch, narrowing her eyes at the other two committee members.
“Oui! Olubunmi speaks wiz compassion and wisdom Monsieur Papadopoulos,” said Madame Maxime haughtily. “If ze British Ministry ees employing the methods of Grindelwald and Voldemort, eet is imperative zat those with a powerful voice speak up to convince the rest of the Wizengamot to act.”
“You see what is happening around ze world--Blood-Extremists everywhere are emboldened! If Britain falls, ozzers take notice and then where are we?...” Olympe continued.
“Thank you Olympe, Olubunmi,” Dumbledore interjected pointedly. “I am certain that Pericles and Angelika will make the most appropriate decision. I do not expect the ICW to join a potential civil war on one side or another. All I ask for the time-being is that the current laws against collusion with muggle heads of state, and against muggle oppression be upheld...”
Henri Delacour cleared his throat and took a swig of his wine, thinking it was probably best to not mention that he and Olympe had already mobilised a number of French forces to assist Dumbledore’s people. It wasn’t illegal for private alliances across international borders, but some in the ICW might frown on it nonetheless. Henri swallowed the mouthful of wine and listened to Albus’s mellifluous voice as the true Headmaster of Hogwarts continued.
“...Though I daresay that in the future, it is my hope that what you are about to witness will cause the ICW to revisit the International Secrecy Statutes. It is my contention that the strictures are far too narrow...”
“As it stands, the Statutes allow for some interaction between wizards and muggles at only the Highest Level of State, with only a single point of contact with muggle governments--Ministers of Magic with muggle Presidents and Prime Ministers. Thus leaving the unwitting muggle public at large at the mercy of those in power with no recourse when the most virulent and mendacious members of the ruling classes of both societies have assumed control...”
“In my view, this is political disaster for the muggle world, to say nothing of our own. In any case, please bear with me--the broadcast is about to begin...”
“Hmmmph... I suppose you might have something there Albus,” muttered Pericles, eyeing the Wiz-Vision in distaste.
“Indeed!” Dumbledore chuckled. “I did also bring all the relevant evidence with me to turn over to the committee--the broadcast is largely for the British wizarding public, but it is a good overview of my case against the Minister...”
Tuned to the British Wiz-Vision feed as it was, Henri Delacour’s screen was currently displaying the WVN evening news. The image and sound broke up with a burst of distortion and faded to black, before returning with the pre-recorded video the Order had made for the pirated broadcast.
Taking a sip from his own wine-glass, Albus Dumbledore noted the reactions of the ICW committee members with great interest. Olubunmi’s tears and stifled sobs were expected--Albus had always appreciated her compassion and humanity. But the horrified expression on Angelika’s face when she saw the footage of the corpses in the Death Chamber and the prisoners--including the child--gave him a grim sense of satisfaction.
Pericles was harder to read, a twitching muscle on his temple the only evidence of emotion. Dumbledore momentarily wished he had Hermione Potter’s talents, which didn’t rely on constant eye contact and force of Will.
All three of the committee members were rapt with attention when the Dumbledore on the Wiz Vision screen presented the evidence from the files liberated during both the rescue of Arthur Weasley, and the raid on the Ministry Death Camp. The pre-recorded Dumbledore described the contents: lists of enemies, supporters, and recruits, details of operations, plans for the "detention facilities," lists of the detained and the killed, among many other details. Dumbledore pointed to the file which confirmed that the entire story of Dick Turpentine and wand-stealing muggleborn rebels was an utter fabrication concocted by the Minister and the Unspeakable Office.
He explained the Inferi, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s role in their creation under Ministry auspices, showing the implements of torture and necromancy onscreen, and replaying the footage which revealed the tridecagram on the floor of the Death Chamber next to the stacks of corpses. Dumbledore punctuated the information with the footage depicting Thorfinn Rowle’s presence at the compound as evidence confirming that the Minister had recruited those of Voldemort’s Death Eaters who had been interned in Azkaban for their previous crimes.
Finally, the Dumbledore on the Wiz Vision was shown interviewing several of the rescued prisoners, muggleborn wizards and muggles, including the MI6 analyst and her daughter, confirming the collusion between Minister Umbridge and the muggle Prime Minister.
When it was over, one could have heard a pin drop in Henri Delacour’s sitting room, and Albus Dumbledore was nearly certain that he finally had the Wizengamot Committee in his corner. Dame Machschnell was a hardnosed character and a stickler for rules, but Dumbledore’s hope for her sense of honour and human decency appeared to have been rewarded.
“Vell Albus, zis is quite shocking,” said the Head of the Committee. “Vhen ze evidence you haff brought confirms your allegations, I can assure you zat our committee shall begin an immediate investigation...”
“Angelika will have my complete support of course,” Olubunmi interjected, her nostrils flaring angrily as she dabbed at her tears.
“If the rest of your evidence substantiates these... images... Albus, I suppose I can offer my own recommendation in support of an investigation,” Pericles added silkily.
Angelika Machschnell rolled her eyes at the Greek committee member; she was the head of the committee after all, and all she needed was Olubunmi's second to carry the motion to investigate.
“I cannot promise zat the vote of ze entire Wizengamot vill go your way of course Albus, but vot you haff presented is very damning and quite convincing!” said Angelika firmly. “My committee can certainly Censure your Minister Umbridge, and introduce a motion to ze Wizengamot to Sanction her administration, and to issue an International Warrant for her arrest, should she dare to step on foreign soil...”

~o0o~

Before he had completed the mirror-call with Harry, Dumbledore had cautioned the Coven that some of the footage filmed during the raid on the Ministry’s Death Camp would be shown during the broadcast over the hacked Wiz-Vision feed. Forewarned, the Coven had braced themselves for the ugly images that they knew were coming.
It had been hard to relive the sickening scenes again, but they had managed it, feeling an odd mix of relief and sadness that the rest of the wizard world would finally see what the Ministry was really up to. And with the anticipation of what the morning would bring, sleep seemed a distant possibility that night, but one by one, slumber gradually took the Coven as they all snuggled together in Jennifer’s bed.
The second to last person to fall asleep was Harry, still anxiously contemplating the plan to retake Hogwarts, hoping that it wouldn’t turn into a bloodbath--hoping that what they found there wouldn’t drive him to lose control of himself. When Hermione felt her husband’s tension melt in the embrace of her arms and furry tail, and his breath slowed as he nodded off, she finally relaxed enough to let oblivion take her.

~o0o~

“Too bloody early--it’s Sunday morning! Leave me alone...” Ron grumbled as someone tapped his cheek. The tapper ignored Ron’s complaints and gently patted his cheek again.
“Come on Ron; wake up! You've been asleep for long enough... or are you just going to sleep your whole life away then?”
The voice sounded familiar, but it was one which Ron hadn’t heard in quite some time. It must be a dream... or a nightmare! Blearily Ron opened his eyes as his senses jangled. His surroundings were unfamiliar and pink--pink bedding, pink curtains, pink carpet, pink wallpaper--but the visage which peered at him was a face he knew all too well and Ron’s trepidation turned into alarm.
“Bloody Hell!” Ron gasped, feeling naked when he realised that he was all alone and that he didn’t have his wand. “Percy! Where am I? What’s going on?”
“It’s alright Ron--you’re safe!” said Percy in a soothing tone. “Nobody’s going to hurt you...”
“Like hell! I know what you did to Dad,” snarled Ron, beginning to panic. “What happened to you Perce...?”
“Believe me Ron, I hated that I had to do that! But our father has been in cahoots with Dumbledore for donkey’s years--he’s a traitor Ron...”
“Rubbish!” shouted Ron. “You’re completely mental...”
“Ron... Please, calm down! Hear me out!” Percy pleaded, and Ron quieted.
“I promise--I’m not going to hurt you,” continued Percy. “I know you’re Potter’s best friend, but I’m also aware that you don’t really know who he truly is... or who Dumbledore really is...”
“What are you on about Percy? I’m not...” Ron trailed off, his heart pounding. It suddenly struck him that it might not be in his best interests to tell Percy that he hadn’t been Harry’s best mate since Second Year. “You... you don’t seriously expect me to believe all that barmy stuff about Harry and Dumbledore being violent criminals do you...?”
“Yes... yes I do Ron! You know what they’re capable of--what happened to the Malfoys...”
“The Malfoys? You must be joking! They had it coming... and... and Ginny told me what really happened to Draco Malfoy! I’m surprised you haven’t tried to arrest her too!” said Ron angrily. “Since when did you turn into a Slytherin, Perce?”
Ron could hardly believe what he was hearing, despite what Ginny had told him about her letter from Percy, and even though the Twins and his father had managed to get a message to Ron telling him to keep his head down at Hogwarts, and he’d seen Percy disavowing Dad on the Wiz-Vision.
Percy had always been a bit of pompous git--a bossy know-it-all who thought he was better than everyone else--and Ron had always known that his brother was exceedingly ambitious. But Ron had never imagined that Percy would ever go so far, and seeing his older brother peering at him with concern, it was still hard for Ron to accept that he had actually come to believe all that pureblood rubbish.
“Ron... please!” Percy rolled his eyes, trying to control his temper. He needed Ron. It wouldn't do to antagonise him, but it was high time that Ron grew up. “It’s long past time to put aside House prejudices...” Percy continued, “for the sake of the wizard world. If we want to put an end to all of this strife--if you want to save your friends--we need to work together...”
“Whaddya mean, ‘work together’...?” Ron asked suspiciously.
“We need to stop the violence before it gets worse Ron--before it tears the wizard world apart. A lot of people still look up to Harry Potter. And as long as Potter follows Dumbledore down the path of madness and chaos, people will continue to blindly follow behind him...”
“YOU can help bring the violence to an end Ron,” Percy continued earnestly. “As his friend, you might be able to get through to Potter like no others can. If you help us end this Ron, you’ll be a hero! Go on the Wiz-Vision--tell Potter to turn himself in--and I promise, I’ll do everything I can to see that Potter is treated fairly...”
“Never! You’re barking if you think...”
“How many more must die Ron? What will it take to convince you? Please... think about it!”
Percy peered at Ron, considering other approaches. Following Dumbledore’s pirated broadcast, the Minister and her Senior Undersecretary knew that they would have to move fast to counter his spin on the revelation of the death and destruction at the Ministry’s detention facility, before people had a chance to give Dumbledore’s warped perspective and lies any credence.
It was imperative for the wizard world to see that Dumbledore and his protege would fabricate any story to justify their attacks on the Ministry, and that what the Ministry was doing was necessary for the preservation of wizarding society as a whole. If they could see that even Potter’s best friends had turned against him...
“Ron, haven’t you ever wondered why we were so poor? Why Dad never got ahead at the Ministry? Didn’t you ever stop to think about why other wizard families always looked down on us and mocked our name? ...”
Ron scowled at Percy.
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