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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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After they had roused, the rest of Coven peered around the illuminated glade and at each other’s glowing figures in bewilderment as the raindrops fell. Fleur put her arm comfortingly around Daphne, who looked a bit frightened, and gave her a kiss. Jennifer shrugged when Dora looked at her questioningly.
“What’s going on?” Parvati asked, flicking her dampening furry tail and raising her eyebrows at Luna who was quivering with excitement.
“I think we might have turned into fairies,” said Luna eagerly. “Hermione was just going to tell us how...”
“Well... er... I wouldn’t say that exactly,” Hermione interjected, her face reddening even through the silvery luminescence radiating from her skin. “We shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I was just going to make some inferences and speculations based on the symbolism of some of the Greek myths associated with some of the statues surrounding the pond--they were obviously placed here when the manor was originally built in the 16th century...”
“That’s right,” said Jennifer. “When Daddy bought the place, that’s what the estate agent told him. The Countess who originally lived here had this whole place built here just because she liked the pond--she’s the one who had the statues put around it.”
“Right,” said Hermione as she geared up for lecture mode, “but the magic here feels much older--predating the Romans even by many hundreds of years. So I think the Countess might have been magical and sensed the enchantment at this site then--or she knew about it somehow...”
“If the Countess was a witch, maybe she was descended from one of the original inhabitants?” Harry proffered.
“That’s certainly a possibility,” agreed Hermione. “There’s really no way to be certain when we’re talking about thousands of years before her time even.”
“So, what were you going to tell us about the myth of Hermaphroditus?” asked Luna.
“Well, one of the versions of the myth of Hermaphroditus--who was the son of Aphrodite and Hermes--involves a Naiad...” Hermione began.
“Oh... you mean the son of Aphrodite, the Greek Sorceress in the portrait who helps guard our corridor with Circe and Cleopatra?” Daphne interrupted, glimmering with surprise.
“Possibly... that’s not very likely actually,” Hermione smiled kindly at Daphne as she tried to explain. “You have to understand, muggles built up a lot of myths and legends around ancient sorcerers, and many were made out to be gods and goddesses, or demons, and that sort of thing.
“And many of the stories associated with ancient witches and wizards are actually based on earlier stories from even older human societies, and prehistoric beliefs about nature spirits from before writing was invented. So it’s all mixed up really, and it would be very difficult to sort out which stories have a basis in fact, and which were just made up to explain natural phenomenon and human nature.
“In any case, in Ovid’s version of the myth, Hermaphroditus was born a boy and one day he encountered a Naiad--a water nymph--named Salmacis at her pond. She was smitten by him and tried to seduce him, and he was... er... a bit reticent,” Hermione flushed in embarrassment at telling a story which featured a lack of consent, “So she forcibly embraced and kissed him, and begged the gods to let them never be parted.
“The gods granted her wish, but in a way that she probably didn’t expect. Salmacis and Hermaphroditus were merged into one being, and so Hermaphroditus who had entered the pond as a boy, exited as a ‘creature of both sexes’... both boy and girl.
“The upshot is, that Hermaphroditus prayed to his parents to curse the pond to change any man who enters it into a half-man, half woman...”
“Well that’s not a very nice story,” squeaked Daphne, who started to look alarmed again.
“You’re right, it’s not.” said Hermione, giving Harry an apologetic look. “I was really just joking a bit because of the irony of our situation... the magic pond, the Greek symbolism, us with Fleur’s toys, Harry being able to change from a boy into a girl...”
“Not to mention all of us using our cat tails like furry penises on each other,” Luna chortled.
“But you don’t have to worry Daphne... I didn’t curse the pond. I promise!” Harry grinned. “It’s not a bad thing--whatever happened to us is good... I just know it! But it is oddly coincidental...”
“And it’s just one of many myths,” Hermione added quickly. “It’s a later version by Ovid of how Hermaphroditus came to have both boy and girl parts. The symbolism of Hermaphroditus him/herself had already long stood as a representation of marriage and love--the joining of both sexes...”
“That’s a bit like some of the stories in some of my Mum and Dad’s books from India,” Parvati interjected, blushing furiously through her own silvery luminous glow. “I’m actually glad that most wizards don’t read muggle myths....
“I don’t think I could have lived it down if everyone at Hogwarts knew that my name comes from a love goddess--Parvati, the consort of Shiva. And in some of the later myths, Parvati and Shiva merge to become Ardhanarishvara: ‘the Lord Who is Half-Woman.’”
“Exactly!” Hermione agreed, gleaming. “I think what these characters and stories embody is most important. They shouldn’t be taken too literally. It’s the mythic symbolism which has the most bearing on the magic. Aphrodite, Pan, Eros, Hermaphroditus, etc... their stories are symbols.
“Fertility, sexuality, marriage, Love--all Creative, life affirming acts and rituals... that’s what these particular mythological beings in these particular stories most represent. And I expect this site used to be one where Celtic witches--covens probably--performed Sex Rituals not unlike what we experienced here this afternoon.
“In a sense... this is literally Hallowed Ground! And we may have inadvertently triggered the Ancient Magic--reactivated it--by re-enacting the Sex Rituals which created it to begin with.
“And I feel exactly like I did in that lab we found in the Department of Mysteries!” exclaimed Harry eagerly, feeling absolutely certain that Hermione was on the right track. “The one with that glowing ‘Orb of Love.’ D’you think there’s a connection Hermione?”
“I think there might be Harry,” Hermione nodded slowly. “That may be why the Fairies are attracted to this area--or perhaps the Fairies were here first and attracted the witches.”
Fleur had been listening intently the entire time. Her breath quickened as she felt a thrill of understanding, a connection to her Veela heritage in a way she never had before.
“It is as the Headmaster says, is it not?” said Fleur quietly. “After the Third Task, he told us that he has not felt magic like this in modern Britain and Europe, except in the most ancient magical places for witchcraft, and also only in some schools for witches in ze Orient.
“It was told to me by my grandmother, that the Veela also have an affinity for such places--and that we are related to these little creatures flying around us now--zese fairies... I do not know enough to know for certain, but at this moment, it feels true.
“When Veela dance and sing, when Veela experience joy, when Veela love--there is something about our spirit which makes us glow, like zis... But as only a small part Veela, I have never experienced it as strong as this before.
“Per’aps zat means Luna is onto something, not so much that we are all turning into fairies, but rather, that as witches--as magical humans--our spirits are now of such a high frequency that we are in alignment with ze fairies... We cannot help but glow as they do, as the Veela do...”
“I knew it!” Luna beamed, pricking her furry ears.
Parvati’s eyes widened and she gasped as her sleek wet tail rippled with exhilaration.
“That actually makes sense if the bits that I’ve read of my Mum and Dad’s books are true,” said Parvati. “If someone practices certain types of yoga long enough, they can ostensibly activate something called the Kundalini Shakti. It’s the primal Female Energy which the Universe is supposedly created from. And when people produce a lot of it, their auras are supposed to be so bright that everyone can see them.”
“Shakti the goddess is also the personification of the Shakti energy from what I remember reading in my Auntie Joanne’s books on Hinduism,” said Hermione, her bushy tail vibrating excitedly, “In some schools of thought, she’s worshipped as the Supreme Being--the top of the Hindu pantheon... and isn’t Parvati just another name for Shakti?”
Parvati’s silvery glow reddened again as she grimaced and nodded, glistening in the rain.
“Yes... but she’s got loads of other names too,” Parvati squeaked. “It depends on which aspect she’s displaying at any given time.”
“So I guess all this more or less proves I really do have a female soul then?” said Harry. “But I still don’t quite get how that squares with the hermaphrodite stuff, the androgyny--having a... er...”
“Penis...” said Luna helpfully with a swish of her increasingly saturated tail.
“Yeah... that!” said Harry wryly. “Even with a female soul and being able to turn into a girl, having a penis too, how is it possible to activate this magic if it’s primarily generated by females? I mean, I turned back into a guy partway through while we were... er... having sex in the pond.”
Dora had been thinking about it the whole time, wondering exactly what Harry was wondering as she listened, and suddenly everything seemed to fall into place.
“Because we all have male and female aspects to our natures,” Dora said, flourescing brightly as her eyes widened with a flare of gnosis. “Maybe we don’t all ‘ave the outer physical potential to be both, like you and me Harry, but we must all have male and female aspects of our spirits and our souls--even though one might be more dominant than the other.
“In our group, we might all be predominantly female on the inside, including you Harry... but ultimately we girls must’ve ‘ad to activate all aspects of our own energy to trigger the magic too--the male aspect inside of us as well. It must be necessary to ‘ave both parts activated to bring us to this level of magic. That’s what the myths about the bisexual and androgynous deities seem to be sayin’ anyway...
“And when we were usin’ Fleur’s toys, and the cat-tails on each other, the physical act was enough symbolically to activate the male aspects of our spirits. That probably goes both ways... guys ‘ave to be able to activate the female aspect in themselves to make it work--and yours is already active Harry.”
“Okay... yeah,” Harry nodded as he pensively chewed his lip. “Yeah, I think I get that.”
“Of course! That’s it Dora!” Hermione beamed, droplets of water flying from her dancing tail. “Obviously some men have historically achieved such high frequency levels of magic... but it must be much more difficult because most men aren’t comfortable at all with their feminine aspects. They’re afraid of it and aren’t willing to let that side of themselves grow strong...
“Maybe not so many women are put off exploring their bisexual natures, and maybe that’s why most of the successful Covens have been all witches. Perhaps in the ones with men that worked, they were willing to take on female sexual roles during the rituals,” Hermione concluded.
“Well, considering that loads of guys still seem to think that they’re superior to women, it’s not that much of a surprise really,” Harry growled. “Most guys think being ‘girly’ is a bad thing.”
“Yes, but it’s actually not so bad in the wizard world as it still is in much of the muggle world really,” said Hermione. “For all of its problems, and the misogyny that still does exist to a degree, in some respects, gender relations are a bit more equal than they are in the muggle world.”
“It’s not perfect parity by any means,” Hermione continued. “I know that there’s vestiges of patriarchy left in the Wizengamot, what with mostly men being Heads of the Pureblood Houses--and openly gay wizards aren’t treated very well. But look at all the powerful witches throughout history, and gay and bisexual witches seem to be generally accepted.
“Even today there’s lots of witches with power--even though some of them are quite dreadful at the moment. It’s only the most retrograde families that want to reinstate things like forced marriage contracts and human slavery.”
“That’s a good point Hermione,” said Dora. “Though with a witch as ‘orrible as Umbridge running things right now--she seems dead set on bringing some of that sort of thing back ‘erself--at least when it comes to Purebloods lording it over ‘lesser’ witches and muggle women.”
“Yes... that’s true!” Hermione said sadly. “But once she’s gone, and we’ve cleaned up the Ministry a bit, things will hopefully at least go back to the way things were my first year at Hogwarts...”
“Yeah,” Harry interjected, looking hopeful, “...and then we can start trying to improve things in the Wizengamot--push for a more democratic structure so that it’s more representative of modern wizard society and other sentient magical beings.”
Hermione smiled at her dripping husband as the shimmering Coven fell into a contemplative silence, growing soggier as the rain grew heavier. Only the tinkling sound of the delighted fairies flittering around them, and the thrumming of the rain on the blades of grass and the surface of the pond could be heard. Despite the rain, with the warmth generated by their luminosity, nobody felt inclined to return to the manor.
“So how long is this glowing going to last, do you think?” Jennifer finally asked, giving voice to the question on everyone’s mind. “And more importantly, what does all this mean for our magic?”
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