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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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AN: Warnings for this chapter: Mention of torture, graphic violence.

Harry grinned when he spotted Fred and George chatting with Dean Thomas in Narcissa Black’s sitting room. Harry had arrived by Portkey ahead of time with the rest of the Coven as the Order of the Phoenix was preparing to retake Hogwarts.
“Hey Dean, good to see you again. And I’m glad to see that Percy didn’t get his hands on you two,” said Harry, catching the Twins attention.
“There he is... the man of the hour,” Dean said with a grin. He looked much better; more rested and not as thin as he had some days ago when Harry had last seen him.
“Heh!” Fred snorted, smirking, “We’ve had a lifetime of experience evading Percy the Prat and keeping his pointy rodent nose out of our business.”
“We saw your handiwork on the Wiz-Vision--that was bloody brilliant Harry!” exclaimed George. “And thanks for rescuing Dad...”
“When this is all over, you’ll be the Boy-Who-Made-the-Ministry-Look-Like-Amateurs,” added Fred with a snicker.
“It wasn’t just me,” Harry said quickly, his face reddening. “I couldn’t’ve done it without Hermione and the others... They were all brilliant!”
“How’s your mum doing?” Hermione asked with a wave of her bushy tail, coming to Harry’s rescue.
“Oh, Mum’s alright,” Fred replied, “Dumbledore’s put up all sorts of protection charms at the Burrow. But she’s still having kittens about what a bloody sod Percy turned out to be...”
“Cruciating Dad was the final straw for her,” George added, scowling. “She went ballistic about the business of Percy putting you on trial with Harry of course, but Mum still held out a bit of hope that Perce would eventually come to his senses until he tried to arrest Dumbledore and locked up Dad...”
“...and when she found out that Percy tortured Dad after you and Harry rescued him--not to mention finding out how much he really believes all that pureblood rubbish now--Mum finally wrote him off as a bad egg,” Fred continued as his own face fell. “But she’s still heartbroken about it,” he concluded quietly.
Harry and Hermione heard a squeal and turned their heads to see Dora tearfully embracing a man whom they had never met before in the hall on the other side of the sitting room entryway.
“Thank goodness you’re alright!” they heard Dora say with a sniffle. “I’ve been so worried about you Dad! How’d you get here?”
“Sirius and Remus,” Dora’s father replied, “they sniffed out me and your mum in hiding--rather literally actually,” he acknowledged wryly. “They thought I’d be safer here, so your Aunt Narcissa invited us both to stay. We arrived yesterday--your mum’s still upstairs in bed, exhausted. I just came down to bring ’er up some tea.”
“I’m so sorry Dad--I ‘aven’t talked to you and Mum in so long...” Dora sniffled again, looking very ashamed of herself. “I... I just didn’t know ’ow to tell you and Mum that I’d q...quit Auror trainin’... especially as I was this close to bein’ a full Auror. And... and by the time the Minister started goin’ after muggleborns I was... I was... ”
“...You were helping Harry Potter and tryin’ to stay undercover!” said Dora’s father. “It’s alright Dora love! Me and your mum--d’you really think we’d be fussed about that at a time like this? Narcissa told us a little bit about what you’ve been up to for the Order--and Sirius mentioned briefly that you helped raid that concentration camp that Dumbledore was showin’ on the wizard telly last night... We couldn’t be prouder of you sweetie...”
At that moment Dumbledore arrived in the hallway, looking very grave.
“I know you’ve got to go--that you’ve got another mission right now...” Dora’s father told her quickly, trying to keep the worry out of his face, “Just know that your mum and me--we both love you very much. Try an’ stay safe, and maybe when it’s all over, we can talk... and you can introduce us to Harry Potter and his wife...”
Dora bit her lip and nodded, flushing in embarrassment, not sure that she was up to explaining the full extent of her relationship with the Potters, Jennifer, and the rest of the Coven.
“See you later then Dad! I love you... and tell Mum I love ’er too!” She swallowed nervously and smiled, giving her father a kiss on the cheek before hurriedly following Dumbledore into the sitting room where most of the Order’s assault team and the Coven were now gathered.
For a moment, feeling slightly perplexed, Ted Tonks watched his daughter scurry away. He knew there was something else that she still wasn’t telling him--which was odd as they had always been very close. Ted sighed and picked up the tea tray, making his way up the grand staircase to tell Andromeda that he’d seen their daughter.
Dumbledore addressed the Coven and the Order, who were all gathered near the portraits which had been chosen for each team.
“We must move swiftly,” the headmaster grimly began. “Minerva has just informed me that Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley were not to be found in their dormitory this morning. She believes that the Carrows took them sometime last night and may have them in the dungeons...”
Harry felt his blood run cold and Hermione gave a little squeak of distress as the rest of the Coven drew a collective gasp, glancing at them both. Fred and George paled. Harry swallowed guiltily, wondering if Neville and Ron had been targeted in retaliation because of his destruction of the Ministry’s death camp.
“It wasn’t your fault Harry,” said Hermione perceptively, twitching her furry ears. “And there really isn’t any way that they could know it was us specifically who had attacked the facility. It could’ve been anyone--even Dumbledore--as far as they know. None of the footage shown on the Wiz-Vision had us in it...”
“I suppose,” Harry muttered, not entirely convinced, “but that probably didn’t stop the Minister or Percy just assuming I was behind it somehow. Why else would they pick on my friends?”
“Because they know that you would do anything to save them Harry,” said Luna with a flick of her fluffy white tail. “They might be hoping to convince you to go against Dumbledore and turn yourself in.”
“Whatever ze reason, it does not matter,” Fleur asserted. “The Minister is responsible for this evil, not you, Harry.”
“Quite true, Miss Delacour,” Dumbledore agreed. “In any case, locating and rescuing Longbottom and Weasley shall be a top priority when we reach Hogwarts. Most of the students ought to be in the Great Hall for breakfast by now--it is time...”

~o0o~

Minerva McGonagall entered the Great Hall feeling an odd mix of anxiety and relief. She nodded at Flitwick who was sitting up at the Staff Table with several of the other professors and Amycus Carrow.
Before the Unspeakables guarding the entrance to the Great Hall knew what was happening, the oak doors slammed shut with a wave of Professor McGonagall’s wand, also startling a number of students. The shocked Unspeakables inside the entryway aimed their own wands at her. Minerva dropped one of them with a strong stunning spell, only barely dodging out of the way of the other Unspeakable’s stunner as some students began to scream.
“Bloody Hell! What’s all this then?” shouted the Inquisitor pretending to be a headmaster.
“A coup,” Flitwick said simply with a grin. His stunning spell was so powerful that Amycus hurtled across the Hall and slammed into a wall with a thud before collapsing, unconscious.
McGonagall just managed to avoid being hit with a white-hot spell which grazed her cheek. The Unspeakable began to aim another spell, but a student had recovered from their initial surprise and come to Professor McGonagall’s rescue. A stunning spell from the Hufflepuff table caught the Unspeakable in the side of his head and he tumbled to the floor, out like a light.
“Thank you Mr Diggory,” Professor McGonagall gasped, still out of breath. “Fifty points to Hufflepuff.”
The massive oak doors to the Great Hall started to shake with a noisy banging. The frightened pupils began clamouring Professor McGonagall for answers, especially Ginny Weasley who was beside herself with worry.
“What’s going on Professor?” yelled a Ravenclaw.
“Professor McGonagall, where’s Neville and Ron...?” Ginny shouted.
“Shouldn’t we open the door?” squeaked a terrified First Year.
Finally catching her breath, Professor McGonagall raised her hands for quiet as Flitwick cast a silencing charm on the doors.
“Everyone, please keep calm,” McGonagall said loudly. “Most of you caught the beginning of the broadcast on the Wiz Vision before it was turned off by the Carrows last night, and must have some inkling that the Ministry has committed grave crimes against humanity. Given the public exposure of the Minister’s lies, Professor Dumbledore is taking the opportunity to return to Hogwarts and we are all to remain here safely while he and his compatriots deal with the Unspeakables.”
“And Miss Weasley,” McGonagall continued, “I am sorry, but we cannot be certain what has become of Longbottom and your brother until the castle has been retaken. Please try to be patient. This should all be over soon...”

~o0o~

The dungeon passages echoed with screams as Alecto Carrow cackled at the boy dangling before her, hanging by his ankles from chains attached to the ceiling. She tossed aside the bloodied brass knuckles she had been using on Potter’s little friend and picked up one of her whips again.
Alecto’s face flushed with intoxication, her chest heaving with feverish release. She was delighted that at long last Dolores had given the go ahead for a punishment, and Alecto had been working on the boy since the wee hours of the morning.
“Such a shame that Bellatrix couldn’t be here,” Alecto purred at the sobbing boy, sucking on the fingertip which she had dabbed in the blood trickling down his cheek. “She loves a good whipping as much as I do, and she would no doubt find your punishment particularly delicious my dear...”
“But you should count your lucky stars Longbottom,” Alecto carried on, “as she tends to favour blades--a penchant she shares with Dolores--and sessions which end in death... when she’s not cruciating people beyond the edge of madness. You are much safer with me, my dear boy. I shall make certain that no permanent harm befalls you once we’re finished here.”
“I’ll even let Pomfrey regrow your teeth...” she cackled.
Alecto lifted her whip. Neville closed his eyes and grit his remaining teeth, bracing himself for the pain to begin afresh. Another shriek echoed through the dungeon corridors, but this time the howl of agony did not belong to Neville.
He opened his eyes again just in time to see the severed hand which had held Alecto’s whip sailing across the room followed by a spray of blood from the wrist it had been attached to.
“Potter!” Alecto bellowed, her eyes bulging in astonishment and pain. “How... What the hell are you doing here?”
“Saving my friends!” Harry snarled, standing in the doorway of the cell, his features ablaze with fury. “What have you done with Ron?”
Alecto Carrow snorted with disdain, ignoring Harry’s question as she darted behind Neville, out of Harry’s line of fire, whipping out her wand with her left hand. Furry tail bristling and quivering with rage, Hermione sprang through the doorway into an air-flip, silently slashing her own wand.
Horror crossed Alecto’s features when she saw a fountain of blood spurting from her other wrist, and both of her hands lying on the cold stone floor of the cell. Alecto’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell into a dead faint.

~o0o~

It almost felt good to be sitting in the Headmaster’s office again with Dumbledore and Fawkes, along with Hermione and the rest of the Coven as the portraits in the Headmaster's office cheered their return. Except for the fact that Ron was nowhere to be found in the Castle, and that Neville was in the hospital wing being healed with Ginny crying her eyes out at his bedside, Hogwarts had been retaken without a hitch, the only casualty with permanent damage being Alecto Carrow.
The Order had taken the Unspeakables by surprise, capturing about fifty of them, a dozen escaping through the Floo system which Dumbledore had locked down after returning to his office. Shacklebolt, Madam Bones, Dawlish, Hagrid, and a number of other Order Members had removed them and the Carrows from the Castle to a secret detention facility of their own: a proper one where they were to be held over until trial at the conclusion of the war.
Harry took some satisfaction in the fact that Alecto would probably never be able to hold a wand again, as they didn’t seem to work with prosthetic hands, and that he had restrained himself from killing her. Hermione felt much the same way. They had both used the sectumsempra curse, but as Alecto hadn’t tried to kill anyone, neither one of them felt they could have justified taking her life.
“Well... I couldn’t be prouder of you all,” said Dumbledore, as he regarded the Coven warmly. “You have conducted yourselves with utmost professionalism, and we have managed to retake Hogwarts without turning the school into a morgue...”
“Although I daresay that more than a few Unspeakables will think twice before ever trying to kick a cat...” Dumbledore continued with a wink at Hermione, Luna, and Parvati, who all grinned sheepishly as the rest of the Coven chuckled.
The cat-witches had clawed their way through nearly two dozen Unspeakables, distracting them while Harry, Dora, Fleur, Daphne, and Jennifer stunned and restrained them--snapping the Unspeakables’ wands for good measure--as they cleared a path to the dungeons and searched them for Ron and Neville.
The moment of levity passed and Harry peered worriedly at the headmaster again.
“So what about Ron sir?” Harry asked. “How are we going to find him? I wouldn’t even know where to start. There’s no way they’d try and hold him at the Ministry after we got Mr Weasley out.”
“You are quite correct Harry,” sighed Dumbledore. “Locating Ron Weasley could prove problematic until the Ministry falls. However, I think we can take a small measure of comfort in the fact that Percy Weasley is not likely to cause serious harm to his youngest brother. Arthur has indicated to me that Percy seems to believe that his youngest siblings are still capable of being ‘saved’...”
“Yeah... that makes sense,” Harry muttered, nodding. “Percy never really seemed to hate Ron and Ginny quite like he did Fred and George. Right... so what do we do in the meantime?”
“I think that you and the Coven should continue to recuperate at Jennifer’s estate from your ordeals for a few days more at least--perhaps even up to a week,” the Headmaster replied.
“Seriously?” Harry frowned in bewilderment.
“Yes!” Dumbledore said in a tone which sounded like more of a command than a suggestion. “There will be more battles coming up ahead--which are likely to be much deadlier than the one we faced this morning! When the Order locates the smaller facilities, or comes across a particularly unmanageable Inferi Swarm, you will likely be called upon to assist us. And at some point, we shall move to take the Ministry itself--but that will require careful planning.”
“Arthur revealed something else of import about the mindset of the Minister and her Deputy,” Dumbledore continued. “They believe that I harbour some sort of Secret Weapon which gives me an advantage over the Ministry. And in a sense, they are correct Harry... You, Mrs Potter, and the Coven are the Order’s ‘Secret Weapon.’
“But first and foremost, you are human, and for many humans, recovery from the sort of emotional traumas you have faced recently--and will undoubtedly be called upon to face again--can take years of recovery. I wish I could give you those years, but all I can guarantee for the foreseeable future is a few days at a time at best.
“I know that you and the Coven are remarkably resilient, but that resilience is based upon your abilities to Love, rather than your equally inestimable abilities to fight, and I wish to nurture that for as long as possible--to give it a chance to flourish and grow...”
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