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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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She couldn’t help sweating profusely as she nervously chewed a fingernail and regarded her parents’ shocked expressions. Now Dora knew exactly how Daphne and Parvati had felt after the Third Task when they’d been grilled by their parents about the nature of their relationships with the Potters, Luna, Fleur, and each other. Luna’s father had been the only parent who hadn’t batted an eye when Luna had revealed herself to him.

Dora hadn’t mentioned the fact that they were a Coven, as none of the others had told their parents about that yet either. That tidbit of information was still very much under wraps. Only a very few members of the Order (and Ginny and Neville) were aware with a certainty. And for the safety and dignity of the Coven’s families, it had seemed best to keep things that way for the time-being. Perhaps at some point in the future--after Umbridge had been deposed and the Unspeakable Office exposed for what it was, a viper’s nest of Death Eaters and Pureblood Supremacists who shared their goals...

On some level, without conscious awareness, the members of the Coven had instinctively known in their hearts--even before Dumbledore had so recently characterised them as such himself--that they were the Order of the Phoenix’s “Secret Weapon.” Such knowledge was dangerous, and nobody had wanted to risk the chance that their families might be tortured for more information should they fall into the hands of Legilimens who worked for the Ministry.

Ted Tonks was frankly baffled. His daughter had “come out” to him and Andromeda while still in fourth year at Hogwarts, revealing that she had a girlfriend. And now, here she was, not only engaged in a sexual relationship with a group of girls--all of them still teenagers--but Harry Potter as well.

“I... I don’t understand!” Ted sputtered, his face reddening, “How--You-- H...Harry Potter? And... and the others? They’re all underage...”

“Technically, no...” Dora moaned, cutting him off. “Fleur’s of age, and the rest ‘ave all been emancipated...”

“What? ... Oh... er... I see...” Realisation dawned on Ted as he shared a look with his wife; at least one mystery had been solved.

Ted and Andromeda had both wondered how the Unaffiliated had managed to avoid activating the trace while undertaking missions for the Order. Andromeda peered at Dora, trying to keep her anger under control, and struggling to understand why her daughter didn’t see the problem.

“Regardless,” snapped Dora’s mother, “You’re an adult... You should know better! How do you think their parents will feel? They’re just young girls messing around...”

“They wanted to be with me! They begged me--they told me that they loved me...” Tears began to trickle down Dora’s crimson cheeks as she tried to explain. “I... I tried to put the Potters off--really... I promise--but they weren’t havin’ it--wouldn’t take no for an answer. And... and after them, the others did too...”

Dora let out a sob. “Th...they were already all together--with their parents’ blessing--even Mr Greengrass’s...”

Andromeda gasped as her eyebrows shot up, stunned into silence. She wasn’t entirely surprised at Xenophilius Lovegood’s lack of concern--he was decidedly a Very Odd Duck--and she didn’t know the Patils--but for Warlock Greengrass and his wife to have offered their approval of such behaviour beggared belief.

“...and... and they w...wanted to be with me as well,” Dora continued, sobbing some more as she wept without restraint. “They l...love me... and... and I love them... the entire lot of them. I don’t know ‘ow it’s possible Mum... but we all love each other... w...we’re a family...”

A deep ache in the region of his heart gripped Ted Tonks when he heard the conviction and the plea for acceptance in his daughter’s quavering voice. He turned to his wife, a sympathetic look in his eye.

“Andie... Dear,” he began uncertainly “...perhaps--well, they are all legally within their rights apparently--if the other parents are alright with their admittedly... er... odd arrangement, can... can we really do any less...?”

Andromeda considered her husband’s words while her brain continued attempting to process the bizarre fact of the Greengrasses’ consent. It never even occurred to Andromeda to question her daughter’s word. Dora had always had a child-like outlook on life, her penchant for toys, comics, and fun more than just a passing childish phase--it was obvious that in some respects her 21 year old daughter hadn’t really grown-up yet, that she was still more or less a young teen at heart. But Dora had never been anything less than honest with her mother and father.

Andromeda’s features softened as an odd thought occurred to her when it hit her that Hermione Potter--Harry’s wife--appeared to be just as happy with this seemingly tawdry arrangement as he was. A teenage boy--she could understand perfectly well his satisfaction with it--but the fact that his wife was equally enamoured of Dora had to mean that there was something more to it... didn’t it?

And if that was so, could it be possible that one day--perhaps--Andromeda might find her desire for a grandchild fulfilled? She had long ago given up hope for such a thing when Dora had told her that she liked girls. But now... that just left an odd question which Andromeda felt too awkward to ask.

Fortunately, her husband Ted seemed equally curious, and unable to restrain his curiosity when he finally saw Andromeda’s unspoken acquiescence. Ted smiled gently at his wife, then turned to his daughter.

“Dora--sweetie--I... I’m not sure that we entirely fathom what you ‘ave with your friends, but I think we’ll manage to eventually get used to it. There’s just one thing that doesn’t quite make sense...”

“Harry,” Dora interjected in a small voice, nodding and smiling wanly at her parents as she wiped away her tears on the sleeve of her bathrobe. She wasn’t sure if it was safe to reveal that Harry was a metamorphmagus either just yet, but she thought she could explain a bit of the rest better now than she could have a few months previously.

“I... I still don’t quite get it myself, Dad... I still much prefer girls for the most part! But... but I think I just fell in love with Harry as much as I love Hermione and the others because ‘e’s got a lot of the qualities I like in girls. And... and we ‘ave loads of common interests--and Hermione--I dunno--it’s just not possible to love one Potter and not love the other--they’re both the loveliest--well... them and the others too of course...”

Andromeda saw her daughter’s eyes shining joyfully as she spoke of the Potters, and felt a bit better that her daughter wasn’t simply taking advantage of the situation. Now she just needed to know for certain what the Potters thought of Dora.

“Dora, Dear...” she began gently, “I’d like to meet the Potters. Will you invite them to Tea? Please...?”

~o0o~
Dora peered glumly at the Potters’ anxious faces, and glanced apologetically at Jennifer as they all strode towards the front door of Narcissa Black’s manor from the portkey arrival site, under umbrellas as the rain continued to fall. She was glad that at least they had all managed to land on their feet and miss the worst of the puddles.
“I’m really sorry...” Dora started to say.

“It’s alright Dora,” Harry interjected, making a feeble attempt at putting on a brave face. “There’s really nothing to apologise for, and anyway...”

“...we knew it would have to happen eventually,” Hermione continued nervously. “You can’t be expected to hide things from your parents forever.”

As she said it, Hermione wasn’t entirely certain who she was trying to reassure more--Dora or herself. Hermione knew that eventually she and Harry would have to tell her own mother--once things had been set to rights in Britain and it was safe for her to return. And Hermione wasn’t sure how well her mother would take it.

Of the two, Hermione’s aunt tended to be much more open-minded about most sorts of “alternative lifestyles” than her mother. Mum was very good when it came to issues of sexual preference and gender identity, but Hermione’s impression had always been that she took a rather traditional view of partnership and marriage.

“Don’t worry Dora--I’m sure everything will be fine...” Jennifer gave Dora’s hand a comforting squeeze, nodding in agreement with Harry and Hermione.

Parvati and Daphne had thought that the rest of the Coven should come along as well at first, to offer their moral support and convince Dora’s parents that they loved her very much. But Luna and Fleur had both suggested that might be a bit much, not wanting to overwhelm Mr and Mrs Tonks. In the end, everyone had agreed that perhaps it was best if only Jennifer joined Harry, Hermione, and Dora in meeting Dora’s parents.

Of the four of them, Harry and Dora were the most nervous when Dora introduced the Potters and Jennifer to her parents. Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers, his heart thumping in his ears, feeling much the same as he had when he’d seen Mr Greengrass at the Order meeting before returning to London for the trial at the beginning of the summer. But this time it was the frankly appraising looks he was getting from Mrs Tonks which unnerved Harry the most.

Hermione curled her bushy ginger tail around Harry to comfort him; she had immediately discerned that the Tonkses had already more or less resigned themselves to the situation, though they were still clearly concerned. But she had also picked up a puzzling sense of hopefulness from Andromeda Tonks.

Madam Black’s house-elf served up a delicious tea-spread in the main parlour of the manor, which was thankfully devoid of all other Order members at the moment. Harry gradually began to relax as he and Hermione politely answered questions, and it became more clear that nobody was going to be cross with him. But he still felt a bit perplexed at the conclusion of the meeting.

After Mrs Tonks had given Harry a warm hug and Mr Tonks had shaken his hand, both beaming happily as they said their goodbyes, Jennifer and Hermione had both been a bit giggly, and Dora beet-red with embarrassment.

“What was that all about?” asked Harry in bewilderment as he clutched the portkey in his hand, watching Dora’s parents return to the manor.

“Isn’t it obvious, Harry?” Hermione couldn’t help smirking a bit as her furry ears twitched. “Dora’s parents are hoping you’ll give them a grandchild someday.”

Harry turned scarlet and groaned.

Dora hid her face in her hands, mumbling, “I’m so sorry Harry!”

~o0o~
Amelia Bones adjusted her monocle while Dumbledore poured them both a cup of tea in his office. After taking a few sips, she began.
“It was quite apparent that the Japanese Minister of Magic knew much more than he let on. Unfortunately, the ICW does not have enough to charge him with any crimes, or to compel him to reveal any more information about Dolores’s connection to the Kappa Kill Team.”

“That is a shame indeed,” Dumbledore sighed and nodded. “But not entirely unexpected.”

“Quite!” Madam Bones replied drily. “However, he did not deny the connection outright, but rather, indicated that Dolores may have approached wizards associated with the Yakuza for referral to the assassins... which is nonsense of course!”

“Of course!” agreed Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. Amelia was thoroughly in her element when engaged in uncovering a mystery.

“I have no doubt that Minister Tsuchinoko himself provided Dolores with the contacts necessary for hiring the Kill Team,” Amelia continued. “Regardless, he at least gave us enough to track down the surviving assassins sent to kill Mr Potter. Once the International Auror Office has them in hand, the assassins should be able to provide direct evidence that Dolores--or someone closely associated with her--hired them.

“The evidence collected by the Potters and their friends is being sifted through by the Committee. The most damning of all, will of course be the direct testimony being provided by those imprisoned at the compound. Kingsley and I will be heading to Brussels the day after tomorrow with Ms Mason--the MI6 analyst--to provide evidence of collusion with the muggle Prime Minister. If all goes to plan, the Committee can bring a motion to the floor of the ICW to issue an International Arrest Warrant for Dolores within a few weeks.”

Satisfaction crossed Dumbledore’s countenance as he listened to Amelia’s report.

“Excellent!” he said with another nod. “In the meantime, we can continue to focus our own efforts on countering the Minister’s forces here at home. We simply must locate and shut down her remaining facilities...”

~o0o~
Eleanor Doolittle’s breath caught as she peered through her lacy curtains at the men in long black trenchcoats patrolling the oak-lined street without regard for the dismal weather. She let out a sigh of relief when they passed by her bungalow with barely a glance and disapparated.
The greying witch scurried to the kitchen and waved her wand. The Welsh dresser slid aside, revealing the door to the cellar. Opening the door, she called out down the steps to the muggleborn hiding below.

“It’s alright, they’ve gone for now...”
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