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Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books

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Saving Her; Saving Us All

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Illiandyandra

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Pairings:Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville

Disclaimer:Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.

Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking.

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Spoilers:Up through Order of the Phoenix

Summary:A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.

Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.

BTW: I'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed; you make writing worthwhile. For those who flame, only do so if you feel like being ignored. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Chapter 15

Projects Abound

Hermione was in heaven. She had one almost completed long term plan and was in the process of organizing the restructuring of the Wizarding world. And at night she was more sexually satisfied then any one woman had ever been before. Perhaps that’s why it took her until Halloween to realize that something was wrong around the school. She noticed that many of the girls around the castle were, in Victorian vernacular, giving her ‘the cut direct’. She also noted that the boys of Hogwarts were being uncommonly solicitous to her.

Hermione noted the behavioral changes, and then pushed them to the back of her mind. Halloween was too dangerous a time in her life to allow herself to get distracted by inconsequential things like social abnormalities. This year was no different. The night of All Hallows Eve, Voldemort sent his forces against several key points in Britain. In a three pronged assault, he hit the Ministry of Magic, Balmoral Castle in Scotland and the Parliament building.

The bonded’s New Order was mobilized and were able to lend aid in all three locations. Sirius and Shack lead the defenseat the Ministry of Magic. Harry, Snape and Hermione led the DA as they rendered aid to the Queen and her retinue who were I residence at Balmoral. Gerard, Moody and the twins defended the Parliament. In each case the Order casualities were fairly light, almost exclusively wounds and spell damage. There were only three deaths on the side of the light, all occurred at the Ministry and were of Non-Order trained Aurors. Apparently transfiguring or conjuring stone to block the killing curse was no longer covered in Auror training.

However the Dark Lord’s forces took major hits, or so they thought. The next day, while they were assessing the battles, Hermione noticed that all the captured Death Eaters were new recruits, most only two to three years out of Hogwarts. Just as she was pointing this out, the Prophet arrived.

BREAK OUT AT AZKABAN FREES ALL DEATHEATERS!

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McGonagall canceled classes Monday morning. The New Order met énmass to discuss the ramifications of the Halloween attacks and prison break. Those gathered where startled when Amelia Bones arrived with two guests.

“The Prime Minister of Great Britain and Her Royal Majesty’s representative, Prince Andrew, Duke of York asked if they could be brought up to speed on the Voldemort situation. Neither Minister Baghold nor Minister Fudge saw fit to keep them apprised.” Amelia addressed the body at large. “I’ve given them all the information I could on the first blood war, but I felt is best that they learn about this one from the front liners.” The no-nonsense witch said firmly.

“Her Majesty and the Parliament would like to thank you for coming to our assistance during the attacks. She would also like to extend to you the services of the mundane portion of Her government.” Prince Andrew said formally.

Over the course of the next hour and a half the executive committee met with the representatives of the Muggle Government, while Sirius, Kingsley, and the twins led the new order in a planning and strategy session.

***Inner Sanctum of the Executive Committee***

“So by their hand; is that literal or metaphorical> I mean could Harry press the button launching a missile and destroy their hiding place? Would that be enough…would that end this Riddle character?” Prince Andrew asked.

Gerard, Matilda and Hermione exchanged looks with Harry. “It couldn’t be that simple could it?” Gerard asked.

“Even if it doesn’t destroy Moldy Voldy himself, we could at least rid the world of a large number of his supporters. As long as they are convicts even those like Malfoy and Rookwood cannot go home at this point.” Snape said with a slight smirk.

Harry had a thought; “realistically, how many of his Death Eaters did he get back last night?”

“As I understand it, he really only got back the 12 arrested in the Ministry. Bellatrix is still being held in the Ministry cells. The plan is to send her through the veil since the dementors are no longer an option.” Moody answered gruffly.

“He got back about 25 who are missing their wand arms or their tongues…oh and that one who is missing a larynx, whatever that is.”

“Since we’ve begun to use permanent methods of dealing with raiding Death Nibblers, we have killed 68, permanently injured another 83. We’ve captured 39 who are either in Minisrty cells, or who have had their magic stripped and their memories modified.” McGonagall explained.

“Not including his inner circle, there are only about 300-350 marked Death Eaters. He has one werewolf pack of about 25 wolves, including Greyback, associated with him. The Dementors and Inferi are uncountable.” Snape began

“Excuse me, you’ve explained Dementors…but what are Inferi.” The Prime Minister asked cautiously.

“Zombies.” Harry said simply.

“Not exactly Harry. They are the reanimated dead, but they just follow orders. They don’t go searching for brains. And thankfully they cannot infect others. They can kill don’t get me wrong, but their bites will not automatically turn you into one.” Hermione explained.

“Yes there is that.” Snape said sarcastically. “I am unsure how many of each there are, but I do know that he often created Inferi in Muggle cemeteries and leaves them there in their graves waiting for his call.” The potion master shared his knowledge.

“Do we know where he is? I believe that a target ICBM or Air to Surface Missile could be useful.” Gerard asked.

“Yes. He’s in Riddle Manor. It’s in Little Hangleton…near the village’s cemetery.” Harry responded.

Snape looked at Harry sharply. “The connection with him was that strong? That distinct?”

“Didn’t Dumbledore ever tell you why it was so imperative that Harry learn occlumency. No being Dumbledore…I suppose he wouldn’t have, would he? Harry could see through Voldemort’s familiar’s eyes.” Hermione said succinctly.

“Of course, I haven’t had the connection since the Goblins removed the horcrux from my scar. But Riddle is far too arrogant to have moved. And since I was portkeyed in and out of the cemetery, I doubt he even realizes that I know where we were that night.” Harry added.

“Did this Riddle, Voldemort know that you could view his location?” Prince Andrew asked. “Was this your only means of information gathering?”

“We had a human spy in his ranks since ’79. But we now have a more efficient means of intel.” Moody answered. “So how would booming the everlasting hell out of them work?”

The council along with the Prime Minister and Prince Andrew began the business of strategizing and planning what they hoped would be the end game of this long running war.

***NEVER Piss Off Hermione***

The two weeks between the planning and the implementation were two of the longest Hermione had ever experienced. She could barely concentrate in class; often mentally running simulation after simulation, trying to find any holes in the plan. Only time spent with her husbands could fully take her mind off what she prayed would be the culmination of the war. She was paying even less attention to the social climate of Hogwarts. Thus she was surprised when she was confronted by a gaggle of Harry’s fan girls just two days before everything; all the planning and waiting would come to fruition.

“I don’t know what you did to him-some obscure love potion, or curse, or what…but I bet getting rid of you will free him.” A pretty blonde snarled at Hermione, as she headed back to her quarters Wednesday evening.

Hermione looked the rather pathetic soul up and down, noting the decidedly feminine way she held her wand. With a smirk and a flick of her own wrist, Hermione held her wand at the ready. Her grip firm and her gaze steady. “Oh really and I suppose you think you are going to be able to ‘get rid’ of me Sally Anne?

“Yes.” Sally Anne Perks said determinedly. “I’ll get rid of you and free Harry to find a real witch. Someone with beauty and social graces. He is the savior of the Wizarding world; he deserves someone beautiful and graceful.”

Hermione laughed. “Oh please. You neither know nor care what Harry wants, let alone what he deserves.” Something moved on the edge of her senses. So without missing a beat, Hermione silently surrounded herself with an undetectable shield. “You’ve never even spoken to him. He wouldn’t be able to identify you in an empty room with a nametag on. So what on earth makes you think he would be with you, even if you did get rid of me?”

“Well, even if he didn’t choose me, at least he would be with a proper witch not a slapper of a mudblood like you.” Sally Anne brazened on.

“First of all, use that deplorable word again and I will permanently silence you. Second of all, I’d call off your lackeys…I rarely aim to stun. And lastly, I’d be careful who you call a slapper. I’ve only ever been with my beloved, can you claim the same?” Hermione knew that was a low blow, because Perks’ quest for fortune and a more prestigious family name had run her across Theodore Nott’s path last year, and she had not left him in the same condition she’d arrived. But calling Hermione a slapper, made it hard for even the usually compassionate Gryffindor to have any sympathy for her.

Sure enough, the blonde’s face went white and she gasped as though she’d been hit. “That’s an entirely different circumstance, and you know it. Besides you can split hairs all you want. The whole world will soon know exactly how you were ‘saved’ from Parkinson’s curse. You shagged half the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a bunch of dirty old men. Better dead than a no account, cheating whore.” Perks snarled smugly. That unattractive look was frozen on her face as she was hit with petrificus totalus.

The other five girls who had surrounded Hermione quickly found themselves dodging her hexes. The vapid fan girls scattered like cockroaches in the light. With a look of anger that would have frozen the blood of even the hardest Death Eater, Hermione bound and levitated her captive to the dungeons. Hermione wanted answers and this little bitch was going to give them to her.

***No Really, You Don’t Want to Piss off Hermione***

Severus looked up in shock as Hermione Granger entered his (thankfully) empty levitating the stunned and bound body of one of her fellow sixth year students in front of her. He cringed as she allowed the shoulder of the person to slam into one of the work stations. Quick as a wink Hermione shared her memory of the altercation with Perks and the fan girls. “She knows, and I want to know how.” His wife growled. “Tear her mind to shreds for all I care but I want to know how she learned about the ritual and exactly what she thinks she knows.”

Snape gave Hermione a very strange look. “Ms. Granger, did you think to simply ask?”

“Professor Snape, if I’d asked; she would be missing body parts.” Hermione hissed. “She and five of her little fan girl friends just tried to ambush me. I find that I’m not in a particularly polite frame of mind right now.”

Severus stood and crossed to the girls. He rebound the Hufflepuff girl to her chair, and brought her around.

As soon as her eyes opened, she began raging at Snape that he had to punish Hermione. “She attached me fir absolutely no reason.” Perks claimed.

“So I suppose, Miss Perks, that waylaying and attempting to ambush Ms. Granger, was not suitable provocation for stunning, binding, and delivering you to a professor?” Snape said with a glare. While the girl stumbled and stammered trying to come up with a decent rebuttal, Severus gently probed her memories of the event. He followed her mental thread back to the catalyst for her action. “You will serve seven nights of detention with Mr. Filch. I do believe that will preclude you from visiting Hogsmeade this weekend. And you have lost 25 points for yourself and each of your cohorts. That will put Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw down by 75 points each. You are dismissed, Miss Perks, with a warning. It is exceedingly unwise to attempt to harm a battle hardened foe, when you yourself are not only untried, but less powerful.”

Her bonds disappeared at Snape’s Dismissal, Sally Ann Perks ran from the classroom.

“We have a problem.” Snape said as he watched the lesser female run from the room.

***Rita Finally Gets Revenge***

The next morning saw the delivery of the Daily Prophet across all of Wizarding Britain. Rita Skeeter had recently registered as an animangus with the Ministry of Magic and as such she believed herself to be safe from the extortion that she lived under for the last two years. When a credible source near to Granger stepped forward with this story, Rita knew that the time had come for revenge, and that it would be sweet.

Hermione Granger: Wife or Whore

Article By: Rita Skeeter

After Tireless research, this intrepid reporter has uncovered the details of the ritual that saved the life of ‘wife’ of the savior of the Wizarding world. As I reported in July, the Wizengamot found Miss Pansy Parkinson, aged 15, guilty of Attempted Murder by use of the Dark Arts for firing an ancient curse at Hermione Granger on the Hogwarts express during the end of year return trip. Ms. Granger was place in stasis at St Mungos, where she awaited a cure. After a short convalescence a cure was found among the tomes of the library of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. A family which produced many notable Death Eaters including Regulus Black, Bellatrix Lestrange as well as Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.

Said Cure called for the supposedly virginal Ms. Granger to be physically possessed by not 1 not 2, not even 3 but SIX wizards. Making this ‘ritual’ even more scandalous was the fact that the ‘witch’ in question gave herself to these SIX wizards all at the same time.

Readers, you will remember that two year ago I brought to you the duplicity of this same witch when I reported how the unscrupulous young Ms. Granger toyed with the hearts of both the Boy-Who-Lived and the Bulgarian Bon-Bon Viktor Krum. Now it would see that two wizards were in fact four too few.

According to sources, while the personal interactions may have been necessary to ‘save’ Ms. Granger’s Life; it is this reporter’s opinion that a proper witch would and should have preferred to sacrifice her life before destroying her virtue in such a manner. Furthermore, she refuses to release any of the kind, helpful and honorable wizards from her clutches. This is despite the fact that one of the wizards in question in the Boy-Who-Lived, and two of his Gryffindor Quidditch teammates; and several are hold the place as the scion or primary heir of one of the Wizarding world’s Ancient and Noble bloodlines.

IS this overly ambitious, but otherwise plain, muggleborn trying to gain power like noted witch Mata Hari? Will the chosen one ever manage to work free of the clutches of this dastardly witch? Will our leaders step forward and stop Ms. Granger’s quest for power? Never fear, this reported will not rest until you have the answers to these vital questions.

***AfterMath***

Discussions of the article abounded, not only at Hogwarts but all around Wizarding Britain. The New Order for the most part ignored it. For the most part.

However Sirius Black has never been one to ignore anything. Nor is he able to procrastinate when it comes to wreaking havoc. Thus it came to be that Friday morning, the morning after the prejudicial, skewed piece of bullshit he refused to even dignify by referring to it as an article broke across Britain, Lord Sirius Orion Black strode into the Daily Prophet Building in Diagon Alley accompanied by Dr. and Dr. Granger. He walked to the front desk, and in a commanding tone explained to the receptionwitch that she would have every employee of the paper here in the lobby in less than 1 minute, or she would be un employed in 2.

When the crowd assembled, it contained everyone from the editor to the copy boy. It did not however contain Rita Skeeter. Sirius gave the receptionwitch a hard look. The frightened witch stood, pulled her wand and screamed out “Accio Rita.” Technically it should not have worked. The receptionwitch was nowhere near powerful enough to actually summon a person. But at that moment Rita was not a person. She was hiding in her animangus form. She shot across the room and into the waiting hand of her summoner.

The receptionwitch froze the beetle, and tossed it to Sirius, who with a wave of his wand wordlessly turned the beetle back into Rita Skeeter. “Now then. I am Lord Sirius Orion Black, Lord and Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black. This nominally piece of offal before you have led me to purchasing this miserable excuse for a paper. As of an hour ago, I am your lord and master, and she is unemployed. Just to be fair Dr. Gerard Granger, will explain to all of you exactly why Rita Skeeter no longer has her job here.”

“You have committed Defamation of the Character of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Black and Potter, as well as slander and libel against Hermione Jane Granger. You have also released information that could adversely affect the current battle against Voldemort and his forces.” Gerard’s voice was filled with loathing, scorn and derision. His hatred for Rita Skeeter was clear in every single word he spoke.

Matilda Granger could not keep silent. “Because of lies you told a 15 year old girl, my child, was belittled, verbally abused, ostracized, and poisoned. Because of lies you told my daughter was hurt. Lord Black assures me that if I liked I could call you out with him as my proxy. He is very much hoping that I will utilize that option.” She smiled darkly as Rita paled at that thought. “However it would seem the Professor McGonagall has called that right for herself.” Matilda laughed, a dark sound that reminded everyone in the room that women, mothers especially, really are the most dangerous portion of the human species. “I, personally, would rather get you into my chair, and show you why so many mundanes fear those who practice dentistry. But Lords Black and Potter feel that would be crossing the border into the Dark so they will not allow me the pleasure.”

“For these reasons, and so very many more, Rita Skeeter, you no longer have employment with the Daily Prophet. Furthermore, you will be unable to find employment within any publication owned by any of the following Houses: Lovegood, Shacklebolt, Prince, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, Black, Granger, McGonagall, Moody, Lupin, Patil, Brown, Delacour, Bones, basically any light minded family in wizarding Britain, America, Australia, France, Spain, and Italy. And believe me when I say we own them all. I have also made sure to circulate the spell Hermione created that will allow you to bespell a doorway to tell you all the names and aliases of the person entering the room to every publisher in the aforementioned countries.” Sirius Growled.

“Don’t feel too bad Rita, your editor, Barnabas Cuffe, joins you on the blackballed list.” Gerard assured her giving the man in question a look of pure contempt. “Now we will allow this to serve as your only punishment…meaning, we will convince Hermione that we have handled you and she need not find you to wreak her own vengeance; however, we want something from you in exchange.” He said removing the small bottle of clear liquid from his pocket. “Severus was kind enough to provide this veritaserum. You will take it and you will tell us the name of your source. Should you decide not to cooperate; our next option is to get Severus here, Madame Bones, has okayed the use of Occlumency in this matter.”

Rita was done. She was not going against Granger, not if the girl was being backed by the new Minister of Magic. Amelia Bones would firmly allow the chit to challenge Rita to a duel as soon as she was of age. Granger was too damn dangerous to chance that two years ago, who knows what the brat had learned in the ensuing years. She walks over on weak knees. Sirius Black administers the truth potion.

“What is the name of your source, Rita?” He asks calmly.

“Molly Prewitt.” She answers dazedly. “She came to me and told me she had a way I could finally get back at Hermione. Said that the little whore was responsible for the destruction of her family and her godfather’s good name.”

Sirius and the Grangers exchanged looks. That is what the information Snape had gleaned from the Perks girl had lead them too as well. Sirius looked around the assembled employees of his newspaper. “Rita has to answer any question honestly for roughly the next hour. Ironically that is how long Mr. Cuff has to vacate the premises. Should he fail to do so, he will be ejected from the nearest window. Rita has one hour after the serum wears off. Have fun people. Remember, henceforth TRUTH is our business.”

***More Pressing Matters***

This news angered the New Order, however, they all agreed that while Molly would pay and pay dearly, everyone knew and agreed that Voldemort was definitely the greater of the two evils. As such all energy must therefore be focused on him for now. Molly could wait. So on Saturday morning, hours before most of the school would begin enjoying a Hogsmeade weekend, the DA members, who made up the younger ranks of the New Order, flooed to headquarters from Professor McGonagall’s Office. Once the entire New Order was present and accounted for, the logistics of the encounter was laid out.

“With some help from our Muggle and Goblin contengents, we’ve managed to locate Voldemort’s Stronghold and map its wards. We will divide into several squads. Squad A will be lead by Bill and Hermione. Included in this group will be Delacour, Sharptooth, Corner, Lovegood, Williamson and Padma Patil. Your responsibility is to manipulate the wards to ensure that the Death Eaters are unable to apparate or portkey out.” Mad Eye explained to the group at large.

“Squadrons B-D are comprised of our best fighters. Each squad is comprised of three groups of seven. The Squad leaders are as follows: B- Sirius Black, C leader is Snape, D Leader-Shacklebolt. These Squads will be stationed around the perimeter. You are charged with the containment of any Death Munchers who attempt to walk out pass the wards.” Harry said taking over from there.

McGonagall took over next. “Each group of seven will be comprised of six warriors and a medic…field healer.” She gave the assembly a stern look. “I understand that may of the pacifists who want to benefit the side of light have trained in healing; you are assigned to the infirmary. The field medics will have portkeys that will bring our wounded there.”

“What about their wounded?” Someone asked from near the back of the room.

“We are not concerned with their wounded. Tonight’s mission—is hopefully going to be the end game. If you have the opportunity to bring death to a Death Eater, do so. If you have the opportunity to end one of the remaining inner circle…do so with EXTREME prejudice. We will not allow this war to end with those bastards walking away with a slap on the wrist. We will end this. Do not consider your selves to be aurors, policemen tonight...tonight we are soldiers, warriors.” Hermione said savagely. She’d been in a pisser of a mood since Wednesday and nothing her mates have tried have been able to improve it for more than an hour or two.

“Once Voldemort is dead we will move the battle to its peace time functions. Getting the Wizarding world educated about the mundane world, I do not believe either culture is ready for integration but witches and wizards have to learn to blend better. Furthermore there are millions of things that have been invented by science that can be adapted to make the Magical world more efficient.” Sirius said reasonably.

“Battle mages; see McGonagall for your Squad assignments. Some of you will remain here to be dispatched should the battle go on longer than we believe will be necessary. There is also the need to keep watch over the mundane targets as well as Hogmeade. We will be sending a squad of DA fighters to patrol the village. That Squad-E-will be lead by Longbottom. After you have gotten your Squad Assigments, everyone change into battle gear and see Mad Eye for your portkey. Field Medics please see Madame Longbottom for your infirmary keys.” Remus advised.

Gerard took over. “We have exactly one hour before everyone needs to be in their place in the field. Let’s get this done efficiently and expeditiously.” With that the assembly broke, no one seemed to notice when Harry and Gerard slipped out of the room they had their own mission. Their part of the battle began at sunrise.
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