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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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Harry was surprised at himself when he realised how much he was actually looking forward to stepping back from things for a bit longer and returning to Jennifer’s manor. He felt a deep sense of relief that Dumbledore had more or less ordered him and the Coven to take some more time for themselves.
A part of Harry was more determined than ever to be out there fighting Minister Umbridge--and he couldn’t just let Ron rot--but he had to admit that seeing Neville being pulverised had also stirred up certain feelings again that he didn’t like. Over the last couple of days, Harry had been beginning to work out how to push aside some of the horrific things he’d witnessed--been a participant in--and the attendant misery and rage it had fueled, but seeing Neville looking so broken had brought much of it flooding back.
Sensing Harry’s inner-turmoil--and his relief--Hermione curled her furry ginger tail around him and wrapped him in her arms, pressing her lips to his cheek. Harry returned Hermione’s embrace and they held each other as they looked out across the shimmering surface of the Black Lake at the deceptively peaceful, mountainous landscape of the Scottish Highlands.
“This is a good thing Harry,” Hermione murmured reassuringly, flicking her furry ears. “We all need this.”
Harry nodded, his eyes stinging wetly.
“Yeah... we do,” Harry admitted, his voice hoarse. “I want to make sure that Neville’s alright before we go back though... And maybe talk to Seamus and Ginny a bit too--let them know that we’re not giving up on Ron.”
“Of course Harry,” said Hermione, smiling through her own tears. “Madam Pomfrey said we can visit Neville and Ginny for a bit after lunch... we can go home later this afternoon if you’d like.”
Harry nodded again and managed a smile as he peered deeply into Hermione’s golden gaze, giving in to his urgent need to kiss her.
Making their way back up to the castle, among the many students celebrating the removal of the Carrows and the Unspeakables by lounging around outside, Harry and Hermione spied a happy Dean Thomas kissing Susan Bones under an elm tree. And they weren’t the only ones eagerly making up for lost time; Angelina Johnson was snogging Fred and George silly near the Quidditch Pitch. Of course the story that the Potters and their friends had helped get rid of the Unspeakables and incapacitated Alecto Carrow had already spread through the school like wildfire, and all were greeted like conquering heroes.
The mood in the Great Hall was almost festive as the Unaffiliated ate lunch at the Mingling Table with Padma, and a number of their other friends stopped by. Viktor and Lavender stayed for lunch. Seamus Finnigan, Cedric and Cho, Blaise, Theo, and even Pansy Parkinson dropped by the table and said hello. But the Unaffiliated were all feeling a bit unsettled by the reverent attention from the many well-wishers whom they were far less acquainted with at Hogwarts.
“I know we’ve only been gone a few weeks--and that we’re not staying for long--but it feels a bit weird being back,” Daphne murmured, looking a bit anxious.
Dora glanced at her with a wry expression, considering her own unusual situation being a student again after having graduated just a few short years ago. But Dora had to concede that this was a bit different.
“I think I know what you mean,” said Parvati, her furry black ears flicking pensively and sleek black tail twitching as she gave voice to what the others were thinking. “Most people seemed to ignore us more or less before...”
“I mean, when we became part-cat, Luna and I were looked down on for a while at first--and I know that Luna was always treated a bit poorly, but nobody had ever paid me much attention one way or another before that,” Parvati continued. “...I was just another Gryffindor then--but after Harry dealt with Draco Malfoy, people just sort of went back to not really paying us much attention... we were just part of ‘Harry Potter’s lot’... Now it’s like everyone wants to know us...”
“Yeah... it is a bit odd!” Harry muttered. “I would’ve thought that a load of people would be believing all that rubbish about me and Dumbledore being criminals and violent rebels... But not even the Slytherins are really giving us a hard time, and now everyone seems to think I’m a hero again--that we all are...”
“You don’t know what it was like after you left,” Padma said to Harry and Parvati. “At first, loads of people didn’t really know what to believe. All they really knew was that Malfoy had been killed, and that Fred and George and you lot had fled Hogwarts with all of the muggleborn students... a lot of people thought the rubbish on the Wiz-Vision might be true at first.”
“But when Crabbe and Goyle publicly backed up Katie Bell’s and Ginny’s version of events, most people began to question things over the next few days. By the end of the week, the Carrows put their foot down and threatened harsh measures to stop people talking about it, and the Unspeakables had the school on total lockdown...”
“Wait... Crabbe and Goyle did what? ” Hermione’s jaw dropped and her bushy tail quivered in stunned disbelief. Luna and Parvati whisked their own furry tails, glancing at each other in bewilderment.
“You mean they actually told everyone in school the truth? ” Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gaped.
“Zey vere frightened of Ginny Weasley,” Viktor chortled, pointing at the Slytherin table where Goyle was sitting with crutches and a wooden leg.
Fleur guiltily tried to hide a smirk as she recalled the events of the evening they had all departed Hogwarts.
“I almost forgot,” squeaked Daphne, clapping a hand to her mouth. “I don’t think Fleur or I ever told you what Ginny did to Goyle that night after they tried to rape Katie, and Draco tried to kill me.”
“Most of ze rest of the Slytherins haff been on their best behaviour ever since,” Viktor added with a grin.
“Blimey!” Harry wasn’t sure whether to feel proud of Ginny, or guilty for teaching her the sectumsempra curse, but all in all he was extremely glad that he had.
Apparently the spell had been very useful when Ginny had helped to rescue Katie and Alicia, and defended herself, Daphne, and Fleur from Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. And that was after Ginny had also used it to save herself from being raped by McLaggen and Towler.
“Looks like Ginny’s really good at looking after herself now,” Harry said quietly, guiltily half-smirking himself. Hermione nodded, furry ears twitching, not sure what else to say.
“Good for ‘er,” Dora muttered, “... ‘opefully the lesson learned sticks with the rest of the Snakes.”
Even though she’d had very little personal interaction with Slytherins beyond meeting Blaise, Theo, and the few others whom had become friends of the Unaffiliated, Jennifer quite agreed, having been given a thorough history of relations between most of the Slytherins and the rest of the school.
“Anyway,” Padma finally continued. “After the Carrows and the Unspeakables tried to stop people talking about what really happened, nobody could even sneeze without getting detention and humiliating punishments.”
“The Carrows didn’t actually beat anyone half to death like they did to Neville last night, but people were afraid that they might... So now that everyone knows that all of you thrashed a load of Unspeakables, crippled Alecto Carrow, and helped kick them out of the school, you’re all going to be really popular!” Padma concluded with a grin.
As lunch came to a finish, the Unaffiliated couldn’t help but feel as if there were also something a bit more to their sense of discomfort. But it was hard to put their finger on it, and it went unspoken.

~o0o~

Ginny’s eyes were still red and puffy when Harry and Hermione found her at Neville’s bedside in the Hospital Wing. Neville was fast asleep, heavily dosed with pain potions and sleeping draughts. Though the cuts had been healed, and the bruising and the swelling had diminished, Neville’s face still looked a bit of mess. Ginny flung her arms around both Potters gratefully when they arrived.
“Thanks so much for rescuing Neville,” Ginny sniffled, fresh tears in her eyes as she clung tightly to Hermione and Harry.
“How is he?” Hermione asked, gently stroking Ginny’s flaming red hair and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Pomfrey says he’ll be alright in a few days,” Ginny replied. “She’s letting him sleep for most of today before she regrows his teeth and heals some of his most damaged bones though, because she’ll have to use Skele-gro...”
“That makes sense,” said Harry. “Neville’s already been through a lot of torment, and regrowing bones is rough.”
“And how are you holding up Ginny?” asked Hermione sympathetically.
“I’ll be fine I suppose. I... I’m just really worried about Ron too.”
“We’ll get him back eventually,” Harry tried to reassure Ginny. “And we reckon that Percy won’t actually try to hurt Ron...”
“...We think he’s trying to win Ron over,” Hermione concluded. Oddly, Ginny smiled sardonically and dabbed at her wet cheeks with a hanky.
“Fat chance of that! Percy’ll be wasting his breath--he’d have to Imperius Ron to turn him against you two,” said Ginny. “Ron’s been one of your biggest supporters since you had to leave. Alecto Carrow vanished his clothes and made him take all of his lessons in his underwear one day when he called her a liar during class. Neville and Susan Bones too actually...
“They backed Ron up and they all ended up having to go to classes in their underwear that day. Alecto Carrow told them they’d lose their underwear too next time, and threatened them all with a flogging as well if they did it again. Nobody crossed the Carrows to their face after that.”
Harry groaned and rubbed at his forehead as if he still had a burning scar; Hermione gave him a comforting squeeze.
“See Harry,” said Hermione, “we told you it wasn’t your fault!”

~o0o~

Delicate wisps of magenta drifted across purple skies as the sun slipped over the horizon. The first stars had already begun to twinkle in the darkest bits of sky when the air rippled above one of the rolling Dorset hills.
Eight dizzy figures spun from the swirling vortex and collapsed on the overgrown lawn in front of the Elizabethan manor at the top of the hill. The cold wind brought with it the scent of the sea, and the Coven let out a collective sigh of relief to be home as they scrambled to their feet.
“Of all the methods of wizard travel, I think I prefer brooms,” grumbled Jennifer.
“Me too,” said Harry and Dora simultaneously as the others giggled.
The smell of delicious food cooking wafted through the house when Jennifer opened the front door. Somehow, Dobby had known that they would be arriving just in time for dinner. Worn out from the long day, and curious to see what the WVN news would have to say about the turn of events, Harry elected to take dinner in the sitting room with the Wiz-Vision, and the others followed.
The news began as always with the introduction of the ever smarmy and splendidly coiffed William O’Hannity and his brassy, overly made-up co-anchor, Endora Le Fay. Harry was a bit surprised not to see Minister Umbridge, as he had been expecting her to issue some sort of new proclamation now that Hogwarts was back in Dumbledore’s hands.
Instead, O’Hannity gravely announced the takeover of Hogwarts by the dastardly rebels with stock footage of the castle in the background.
“Perhaps ze Minister is too angry to make an appearance,” Fleur tittered. But the mirth was short-lived as the news segment continued.
“...Surviving Ministry security officials who managed to flee, described a bloodbath, forced to leave behind the mutilated bodies of fallen colleagues, and possibly students as well...” O’Hannity was saying.
“According to the officials, Harry Potter and some of his experimental halfbreed assassins were at the scene, and responsible for much of the carnage. It is not known how many were killed during this incredibly violent act of terrorism. Though, escaping Ministry officials were able to rescue at least one student from the bloodshed, someone known to be a close friend of the young insurgent...”
The Coven’s groans at the all-too-expected utter contrivance quieted as they glanced worriedly at Harry when a boy with red hair and freckles appeared on the screen. Harry’s nostrils flared as his face darkened with fury. Hermione drew closer to Harry and curled her fluffy tail around him.
“Harry, please... how many more must die for Dumbledore’s madness?” Ron pleaded, staring glassily into the camera, dark circles under his eyes. “This violence has to stop. Can’t you see that Dumbledore is manipulating you? Please, if you turn yourself in now, you can help bring all this killing to an end...”
“Well, there you have it,” said William O’Hannity with a sad shake of his well-groomed head. “Ronald Weasley, youngest brother of the Senior Undersecretary, and Harry Potter’s best friend, urging Mr Potter to turn himself in to the proper authorities...”
Furry tail bristling, trying desperately to stop from hyperventilating, Hermione clicked off the Wiz-Vision and peered at Harry.
“We don’t need to see any more of this rubbish,” Hermione hissed furiously. “It’s obvious that Ron’s been imperiused.”
Harry nodded slowly and sighed, allowing his own anger to drain away for his empathic wife’s sake. He could at least take some small comfort in knowing that Ron was relatively safe for the moment.
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