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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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The silvery luminous glow of their auras had faded by the time the Coven awoke the following morning, and Hermione really didn’t have a good answer for what it meant for their magic in practical terms. They were in completely uncharted territory. Fleur was the only member of the Coven who had ever experienced the phenomenon at all, but never as strongly before, and only because she was part Veela. There was no knowing what it meant for everyone else.
“Per’aps our wizard magic ees simply more potent now?” Fleur proffered uncertainly over breakfast.
“Maybe it will only affect certain kinds of spells,” mused Parvati.
“Like our Patronuses,” said Luna eagerly. “It felt a bit like the magic in the room of requirement the day we turned Jennifer into a witch.”
“I was sort of thinking the same thing. I suppose we’ll just find out when we practice,” said Harry.
“I expect so,” Hermione agreed. “We’ll just have to experiment and see what happens with our spells for the time-being. When we go back to Hogwarts we can ask Dumbledore to use some of his equipment...”
“...and look in the Hogwarts library for any information we can find,” Harry added, nodding.
“I don’t know if they’ll be any help, but there are some books about auras in my Mum and Dad’s library,” Jennifer suggested eagerly, her eyebrows raised.

~o0o~

Alastor Moody, Horace Slughorn, Snape, and Lupin departed from the Staff-Room following their meeting with Hestia Jones, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Dumbledore after breakfast. Slughorn gave Snape an apologetic smile.
“I’m dreadfully sorry Severus,” said Professor Slughorn. “I certainly didn’t intend to steal your thunder, nor your position as Head of House...”
“Not at all Horace,” Severus interjected; his nearly inscrutable expression inexplicably bearing a hint of relief. “I am restored to my position as Potions Master, but my work for the Order will keep me too busy to focus my attention entirely on the students.
“As Alchemy Professor and the former Head of Slytherin House, you were the obvious choice for the task, Horace... and you will no doubt continue to be called upon to fill in for me on occasion for the foreseeable future.”
“Speaking of restored positions, I’d best be off to see what sort of mess Alecto Carrow has made of Defence Against the Dark Arts,” sighed Professor Lupin. “I don’t suppose anyone’s learned much the last couple of months while she’s been running the class...”
“Well in any case, we’ll be changin’ things up a bit, Lupin,” Moody growled. “Don’t be too quick to revise the Defence syllabus until after our meetin’ with the Potters’ friends this afternoon--we’ll hammer out the details for the class after that.”
The mangled ex-Auror turned and grimaced at Slughorn and Snape. “Right then... if either of you two see Krum, make sure he’s at that meetin’...”

~o0o~

Neville glanced up from his bed, peering over Ginny’s head, when Fred and George entered the hospital wing. Ginny separated her lips from Neville’s, sensing his distraction, and turned to see who had interrupted their kiss. The Twins smirked as Neville’s face reddened; Ginny's eyes narrowed as she regarded her older brothers.
“Don’t mind us.” Fred grinned. “We’ll only be a moment. You can carry on to your heart’s content when we’re gone.”
“We just came to let you know that we’ve all been invited to a meeting with Lupin and Moody in the Staff-Room this afternoon,” George added.
“What’s up?” asked Ginny, frowning pensively.
“According to McGonagall, Dumbledore wants to make sure we’re all keeping on learning to fight properly,” Fred replied. “And to start training up more students...”
“...probably to prepare us all to defend ourselves and Hogwarts if the Ministry attacks,” continued George. “You’re both to be teacher’s assistants apparently...”
“U...us?” Neville squeaked. “Why us?”
“What about the... er... Hermione and Harry and the others? Aren’t they coming back then?” Ginny queried, glancing anxiously at Neville.
“Dunno really,” Fred shrugged. “I suppose we’ll find out at the meeting.”
“I’m sure they’ll be back Ginny.” George gave his sister a reassuring smile. “It’s just that you and Neville have had the most training with Harry and Hermione, and they’ll probably be too busy what with studying themselves and going on missions for the Order when they do return.”

~o0o~

“Cor... look at all these books of magic!” Dora exclaimed as the Coven continued pulling books from the shelves in the library of Jennifer’s manor looking for the ones about auras.
“Yeah... those were mostly my father’s--he was a bit New Agey,” Jennifer explained. “Daddy was more into that sort of thing than Mum--she was into it a bit for fun, but she tended to be more skeptical.”
“I don’t understand,” Daphne muttered. “I thought muggles didn’t know anything about magic.”
“Well loads of this is probably rubbish,” said Harry as he flipped through a book which reminded him uncomfortably of the useless books he’d had to purchase for Divination--glad that he’d given it up. “Some muggles make up a lot of stuff and believe it’s real. I suppose some of them even think they really are magical...”
“Hmmm...” Hermione’s brows furrowed and her furry tail flicked in thought as she leafed through a book about Tantric Yoga after skimming through several books of Occultism and Neopaganism.
Recognising the tone of Hermione’s “Hmmm,” Harry raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Really Hermione?”
Parvati and Luna closed the books they were perusing and their furry ears pricked in anticipation. The entire Coven turned their attention to Hermione.
“Well... I’m not so sure what to think anymore Harry. Here... look at these pictures of chakras in this book--what do they remind you of?”
“Hunh... that’s interesting! They look a bit like some of the pictures in the Wizarding Edition of the Tai Chi Classics.”
“Yes... they do Harry,” Hermione agreed. “They’re pictures of the major energy centres of the human form--the Chinese system is just more detailed and depicts all of the minor points and the meridians as well...
“And at least one of those books of Muggle Occultism seems to be quite accurate regarding the way magic works--too accurate to be coincidence or simple guesswork. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if some of the spells in it would work for someone with magical abilities.”
“But wouldn’t the Ministry and the International Confederation of Wizards try and keep books about real magic out of muggle hands?” Daphne asked in bewilderment.
“Per’aps zey are not so concerned about books written by muggles, because muggles have no magical ability?” Fleur mused.
A little shiver of excitement ran up Harry’s spine as something clicked in his brain and he shared a look with Hermione, his eyes wide. Parvati’s sleek black tail began to vibrate and the rest of the Coven held their breath, sensing that the Potters were on the verge of an illuminating revelation.
“Hermione, if muggles really were totally non-magical, then shouldn’t it be impossible for any of them to learn how to do some of the amazing things that some of them manage to do--even after decades of practice--like muggle Shaolin Monks...?”
“...and muggle Hindu Yogis, and muggle Tibetan Lamas... among others. One would think so Harry.” Hermione bit her lip as her breath began to quicken.
“Before I found out I was a witch, I didn’t really believe in any of those sorts of things--I thought it was all explainable through standard scientific methods or otherwise fraudulent. I was very confused and upset when unusual things would happen around me until the day I got my Hogwarts letter.
“And I think you’re partially correct Fleur,” Hermione continued. “But for some muggles to write accurate books about magic, they’d have to have some sort of experience with it.
“To answer your question Daphne, it’s probably almost impossible for wizards to control all of the information about magic because so much of it is tied into Muggle religions, myths, and legends--and most wizard governments probably don’t even bother to try because they know that a lot of it is made-up... and I expect they think that the bits that are real don’t matter because they believe that Muggles have no magical abilities at all...”
“But what if they do? ” Harry interjected eagerly. “What if all humans have a magical gene Hermione...?”
“Exactly Harry... it might be in everyone--just Recessive in most people--like it was in Jennifer--just waiting to be activated!” Hermione exclaimed, her bushy tail bristling, not with anger, but with the same electrifying sensation which was rippling through the entire Coven.
“But for the vast majority of humans it never happens because it takes decades of diligent practice to activate it... and very few people are able or willing to actually put in the effort...”
“Hermione, maybe THAT’S why the Pureblood Supremacists in the Ministry are so worried and are claiming that Dumbledore is training Muggles how to be wizards...” Harry postulated. “We all know it’s rubbish of course--that they’re just making it up--but what if the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries are worried that he actually MIGHT work out how to turn Muggles into Wizards?”
“That... that could be why they’re bein’ so harsh and killing off Muggleborns!” Dora gasped.
“Yeah... Maybe it’s not for the same reason they used to hate muggles at all,” Harry muttered. “Maybe now Purebloods hate muggles and muggleborn wizards because they’re afraid they won’t be so Superior and Special as more and more wizards are born to muggle families... The Purebloods that are smart know that their days of lording it over everyone are numbered and they’re trying to hang onto power at any cost...”
“Does... does that mean that one day in the future all humans might be born magical then?” asked Daphne.
Eyes as wide as saucers, Hermione slowly nodded. Luna grinned and swished her fluffy white tail.
“It might...” Hermione replied, furry ears twitching thoughtfully. “If what we’re inferring is true, then there are muggles right now who have turned themselves into wizards of a sort--who have somehow activated their magical genes and learned to perform some rudimentary or limited magical techniques--but who aren’t generally believed to be magical by most other muggles... or by born wizards.
“And if what we discussed with Dumbledore about other forms of energy like electricity being lower orders of magic is true, and what’s in these books about ‘auras’ and ‘light bodies’ is true, then all people must have very minor access to a certain amount of magic, whether the genes which allow them to sense, observe, channel, and manipulate magic are activated or not...”
“Because it really is like the Force in Star Wars--all around us and inside us,” said Harry excitedly as another thrill shot through him, “because we’re all made out of it--our atoms--everything... the whole Universe is made out of it...”
“I... I think I’m really beginning to understand now Hermione... Wizards aren’t really any more inherently magical than muggles... it’s just that we were born with more natural ability to control the magic than other people do.”
“Y...yes, that’s a bit oversimplified Harry... but I’m really thinking that’s basically the right of it in a nutshell,” Hermione beamed. “Magic is more or less Life itself...”
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