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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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As the rest of the Coven gawked at Padma’s new appearance, Parvati squealed, her sleek black tail quivering with delight as she hugged her sister. Luna beamed, purring as she whisked her own fluffy white tail.
“Padma, what... how...?” Parvati sputtered with bemusement. “You... you didn’t use polyjuice did you?”
“No silly!” Padma giggled as she wriggled her own furry black cat-tail and twitched her furry black cat-ears. “It’s temporary... just one of the transfiguration spells the Weasley Twins invented for the Halloween Ball this year.
“Halloween Ball, hunh? That’s a new one...” Dora grinned, thinking this would be a brilliant opportunity to sport more colourful hair again.
“Yeah...” Padma nodded. “It was Dumbledore’s idea to cheer all the students up while everything’s so horrid. It’s not just me, come and have a look at the others then.”
Sure enough, as the Coven walked up to the castle from the portkey arrival site on the soggy front lawn and entered the foyer, a number of other students bore a variety of features: rabbit ears and tails, canary yellow feathers, lion’s manes, lizard scales, and much, much more. Daphne squeaked; Jennifer and Fleur burst into giggles as the others gasped.
“Harry, look!” Hermione grabbed Harry’s arm and spun him around to see what everyone else was gaping it.
Harry chortled and shook his head when he spotted Fred and George, both of them tomato red from head to toe. They trotted around on cloven hooves, wickedly curved horns poking up through their ginger hair, and long red tails with a barb on the ends jutted from their backsides.
Angelina Johnson stood between them, clad in what could only be described as a rather revealing Amazon Warrior Princess outfit, complete with golden armoured bikini style breast-plates which barely covered her ample bosom, a bare midriff, and a very skimpy white skirt. Hermione’s bushy ginger tail twitched in mirth, knowing that Professor McGonagall must be having a fit.
“Excellent!” exclaimed Harry as he grinned at the Twins. “Showing your true colours at last then? I should’ve guessed that you two were the devil’s minions.”
“Oi, I think we resent that...” said Fred in mock outrage.

~o0o~
As evening fell upon the picturesque town of nearly three thousand residents near the coast of Somerset, the darkening clouds above churned and the rain began to fall once again. Numerous seaworthy boats bobbed on the rising waters in the quay along the river which led to the nearby sea. A street lined with oaks on the edge of town nearest the marshes was quieter than it had been much of the day.
The muggle authorities of Puddleby had long since finished canvassing Oakridge Road and questioning local residents about the mayhem of the previous evening, after clearing away the debris. They had removed two bodies to the local morgue--one of which was still unidentified--the night before, shortly after arriving within minutes of the frantic phone calls to find a tree and a Honda Civic still in flames, despite the heavy rain.
The police were still quite puzzled as to how two steel lamp posts had ended up twisted in knots, as the explanations from the residents hadn’t made any sense. Several homes were apparently unoccupied, though if there had been any wizards on the local police force, they might have noticed the fifty-plus occupants crowded into Mrs Dolittle’s bungalow.
Joseph Chambers, his wife, his mother, and Mrs Dolittle did their best to keep the anxious wizards and their muggle relatives calm. They had grown more perplexed throughout the day at the apparent lack of Ministry response to their Resistance the previous evening. Though Joseph had been pleased to at least have had the chance to gather the rest of Puddleby’s wizarding population--nearly all of them halfblood or muggleborn--and teach a number of them how to use stunning, shielding, and explosive spells properly.
“Maybe we should just leave now,” suggested a frightened blonde witch when she looked nervously at the clock on the mantelpiece as the evening wore on, “before they do arrive!”
“And go where, Madge?” asked another witch with short auburn hair. “Eventually the Ministry will find us whether we’re on the run or not. You’ve seen what they do to muggleborn on the Wiz-Vision. We have to make a stand together with our friends somewhere, or we’re done for!”
“And Puddleby is our home,” added a tall, balding wizard. “If we don’t defend it, nobody will. I’ve sent an owl to Hogwarts. Maybe Dumbledore’ll send someone to help...”
“If they get the owl in time,” moaned an elderly, miserable looking wizard. “It could take a couple o’ days for the owl to get there from here--especially in this weather.”
A little boy about eight years old fidgeted as he sat with his little sister, listening to the grownups. Bored, he wandered across the living room to peek between the curtains at the rain coming down in buckets outside. A flash of lightning lit up the street and a loud clap of thunder rattled the window. He fell back with a scream.
Joseph ran to the window and peered through the curtains. His face dropped in horror.
“Mum,” he yelled franticly, “get the kids and the muggles downstairs to the basement and barricade the entrance... right now!”

~o0o~
The loud dance beats shook the Great Hall as clouds roiled and lightning flashed across the Enchanted Ceiling. Flickering candlelight glowed from the eyes and mouths of grinning jack-o-lanterns and hundreds of live bats flitted above, apparently unconcerned by all of the noise.
Minerva pursed her lips in disapproval as she peered around the Hall, spying far too many girls wearing far too little for her liking. She spotted the Headmaster dancing with Professor Sinistra and groaned, rubbing at her forehead. Aurora’s thigh revealing toga was altogether unbecoming for a professor.
“Oh for heaven’s sake!” Minerva sputtered, waving her hand. “What sort of example are we setting for the First and Second Years present?”
Poppy Pomfrey smirked at Professor McGonagall and opened the bottle sitting beside her on the Staff-Table. She filled a snifter to the rim with brandy and passed it to her colleague.
“Oh go on Minerva,” Poppy giggled. “Live a little... let your hair down for a change. Goodness knows we can all use a distraction at the moment.”
Minerva glanced at Poppy and sighed.
“I suppose you’re right Poppy,” Professor McGonagall moaned. She took one last look of reproach at the scene and drained the goblet with a single gulp.

~o0o~
“I love magic,” Jennifer shouted to be heard over the Selena Gomez song currently booming in the Great Hall. “It would’ve taken me ages to look like this with makeup and make a costume!”
Dora grinned as she danced with Jennifer, both of them with fluorescent bubblegum pink hair and rainbow sparkles glittering on their faces. Jennifer fluttered her iridescent butterfly wings as she gyrated slinkily with her girlfriend on the dancefloor.
“Yeah!” Dora nodded. “It’s amazing what you can do with a few transfiguration spells if you know what you’re doin’....”
“I know! It’s brilliant!” yelled Harry as he bounced by giddily with Hermione. “The Twins are bloody geniuses. I knew they’d eventually find those spells...”
Neville--dressed as a pirate--couldn’t help but agree as he danced nearby with his own foxy girlfriend... his literally foxy girlfriend. Ginny was sporting a big bushy white tipped fox-tail which was otherwise as red as her hair, and a pair of pointy red furry ears. Ginny leaned in and whispered something in Neville’s ear. Turning pink, he nodded and grinned as she dragged him out of the Great Hall to find someplace a bit more private for a short while.
Breathless and sweaty, Parvati and Luna left the dancefloor and headed for the punch-bowl. Parvati took a long cool gulp from her glass. She gave a little start when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Her eyes nearly popped when she turned around and saw who it was. Luna giggled.
“Lavender... I... what on earth possessed you?” gasped Parvati as her eyes were drawn to the top of Lavender’s head.
“Viktor,” said Lavender simply, grinning at her boyfriend.
“Ven Lavender told me vot happened between you both so long ago, I knew zat one day I had to see for myself...” Viktor began, winking impishly at his antlered girlfriend. “She is qvite sexy in antlers, no?”
“Viktor, you don’t look half bad yourself with those moose-racks on your head,” Lavender tittered.
“Just be careful not to get your horns locked when you go in for a kiss,” Luna proffered sagely with a dreamy smile.

~o0o~
Albus Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled at Aurora as she begged her leave to take a breather. He sighed happily as he glanced around at the students joyously carousing in the Great Hall, glad that the Halloween Ball had turned out to be such a great success.
But his cheery thoughts were interrupted by a musical keening sensation, a silent tune vibrating within him. Frowning slightly, Dumbledore hurriedly departed the Hall to answer the alert sounding in his office.
Fawkes ruffled his scarlet feathers and ended his cry when he spied the Headmaster entering. A voice called out again from the mirror on the desk. Dumbledore regarded the agitated features of Auror Mulligan, glad to still have at least one reliable asset inside the Ministry.
“Thank goodness you’re there...” gasped Mulligan. “Sir, we have a situation...”
“What seems to be the trouble, Reynard?”
“Puddleby--I’ve only just found out--the Minister--I tried Amelia first--but she’s preparing to leave for Belgium...”
“Please Reynard--calm yourself and start from the beginning.”
Auror Mulligan nodded and took a deep breath before having another go, speaking in rapid-fire.
“Apparently there was a minor uprising last night in Puddleby, Somerset. An Auror was killed, but the Auror Office and the Unspeakable Office were ordered to stand down. And I’ve only just heard through the grapevine... Inferi--a whole load of them--are attacking Puddleby... right now as we speak!”
Dumbledore’s face paled. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt the Coven during their time of respite. But perhaps the problem could be resolved without calling upon them.
“Very well,” Dumbledore sighed. “Contact some of Monsieur Delacour’s people. I shall call up some Order members and we shall all meet in Puddleby to evaluate and respond to the situation...”

~o0o~
Harry breathed in Hermione’s fragrance as he held her close, swaying gently in time to the Adele song currently playing in the Great Hall. As the slow, haunting tune came to a close, and Adele’s soaring vocals faded, he gazed into Hermione’s tear-filled eyes, feeling the tug on his own heart.
“I’m alright,” she whispered, dabbing her wet cheeks with a hanky. “It’s just the song Harry.”
“Yeah... I know,” murmured Harry, nodding as he leaned in to kiss Hermione. “That one really gets me too.”
When their lips parted, Harry sensed someone approaching as the next song began. He felt a stir of trepidation at the grim expression on Professor McGonagall’s face, and he knew that their momentary escape from the travails of the world had come to an end.
“I am sorry Mr and Mrs Potter,” said Minerva quietly. “I have just received notice from Alastor Moody. I am afraid your services will be required...”

~o0o~
The Coven was horrified by the mayhem which greeted them when they appeared at the high end of a road lined with oak trees. Lightning lit up the dark street and they were quickly drenched by the downpour, thunder drowning out the sound of their apparition. For a moment they were taken aback by the chaotic scene, mouths agape, the soggy furry tails of the cat-witches bristling, furry ears flattened against their heads. Their stomachs churned, as they were assailed by the unbearable stench of death.
The screams of muggles rent the air as they were dragged from their homes through broken doors and windows by the hordes of moaning Undead. Spells crackled and sparked as the wizards did their best to defend themselves and the non-magical residents of the neighbourhood from the lurching corpses. Some of the wizards were grabbing muggles and apparating them to safety, returning moments later to the battle.
But for every “Walker” which was disintegrated or exploded by a spell, ten more seemed to take its place. And despite the best efforts of the Wizards, some of the Living had already fallen--magical and non-magical alike--as the Inferi feasted upon them, blood dripping from their maws. There were too many, and it was hard to make out who was whom in the chaos.
“Harry, look...” squealed Hermione. Daphne clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling a scream.
The rest of the Coven looked down the slight incline in the direction that Hermione was pointing, gasping at the unthinkable, terrifying sight. Two wizards very dear to the Coven appeared to be faltering, surrounded by an overwhelming mass of Inferi.
Sirius was kneeling in a puddle, holding tightly onto a pale and shaking Dumbledore. For a moment Harry froze when he saw the torn flesh hanging from the Headmaster’s right arm, and blood gushing from the ragged wound which appeared to have been caused by ripping teeth. Sirius fired a reductor into the midst of the inferi bearing down upon them.
“Leave me Sirius...” Dumbledore gasped, “...before it’s too late. I shall be one of the Inferi myself before too long--kill me now before I do...”
“Never--there must be a way to break the curse...” Sirius snapped as he blasted a hole in the group of Inferi with a bombarda.
But the concussive explosion merely sent the Undead flying. Undaunted by shattered limbs, those that could still crawl dragged themselves through the deepening puddles; those with legs which remained unbroken picked themselves up, and those still standing were already closing ranks around Sirius and Dumbledore.
“NOOOOO!” screamed Harry.
Tears poured down Hermione’s white cheeks. The Coven didn’t need to be told what to do. Propelled into action by Harry’s voice, they huddled together and raised their wands--each of them gasping for breath, hearts thudding against the walls of their chests.
“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” they bellowed as one.
Pulses of blinding white light flooded the entire street. The groans and death rattles of the Inferi turned into shrieks as eight glowing spectral felines bounded into the fray. Sparks and flame burst from the eye-sockets and mouths of all the Undead within the radius of the throbbing illumination. Shimmering rainbows formed by the scattered light rippled through the beaded curtains of rain.
Stunned wizards and witches, and astonished muggles blinked, holding up their hands to shield their eyes, puzzled as the swarming shrieking Inferi halted in their tracks. Only the few wizards who had been at the battle of Hogwarts had an inkling of what was occurring. The Potters and the rest of the Unaffiliated had apparently just arrived, seemingly the only ones to have mastered the Secret Weapon that Dumbledore had presumably created.
The shocked wizards and muggles looked on as best they could while shading their faces; the flesh of the Walking Dead shriveled and blackened. Steam rose from the internally combusting Inferi as they turned into cinders, and hundreds of skeletons collapsed into heaps as the ash washed away in the rain.
Then it was over, and for a moment all that could be heard was the thrum of falling rain as the pulses of light faded and the street darkened once more. Hearts pounding, Harry and Hermione dashed through the puddles to where Sirius was still holding the fallen Dumbledore, followed closely by the rest of the Coven.
“Professor Dumbledore,” gasped Harry, his tears lost in the rain, “Sir... your arm--the Inferi...?”
“Are ‘contagious’... yes Harry,” Dumbledore nodded sadly. “I am afraid that I have little time left. You must finish me...”
Harry felt the world closing in around him, his breath quickening, a deep chill in his bones as if Dementors were wrapping him in their deathly embrace. Sirius cast his eyes down, unable to meet his godson’s as he reached the same regrettable conclusion.
“No,” said Hermione softly, a puzzled expression on her face as her wet furry ears twitched pensively. “That won’t be necessary...”
“Mrs Potter--you must...” Dumbledore interjected.
“No!” Hermione repeated, more forcefully. “Professor Dumbledore, I... I don’t sense any Darkness in you. And if you had been taken by the Inferius Curse completely, you would be dead... a pile of bones and ash like the others. But instead--look at your arm...”
Everyone peered at Dumbledore’s mangled arm. Moments before it had been bloody torn skin and muscle, but now it was as withered as a mummy’s, and as scorched as a tree-limb exposed to a forest fire before the flames had been put out. Dumbledore lifted his arm and stiffly flexed his charred, nearly skeletal fingers in astonishment.
Fleur gasped as understanding hit her and she caught Hermione’s eye. Hermione nodded as the others glanced at her in bewilderment.
“I... I’m not entirely certain,” Hermione continued, flicking her bedraggled furry tail, “but I think our Patronuses prevented the Inferius Curse from spreading and taking you over. I don’t think you’re going to die and become one, Professor Dumbledore.”
“Blimey!” Harry muttered, his eyes widening. “Of course Hermione! That makes perfect sense...”
“Perhaps it had something to do with our... er... experience at the pond,” Luna whispered in Hermione’s ear.
“Erm... I’m not sure Luna,” Hermione murmured in reply. “Our Patronuses might’ve had this effect before. We’ve just never had the opportunity to find out until now.”
“Can... can it be true?” Sirius glanced hopefully at Hermione, then returned his gaze to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stroked his soggy blood spattered beard thoughtfully with his good hand as he continued to peer at his bad one. Slowly he nodded.
“I do believe Mrs Potter is correct, Sirius.” Dumbledore’s eyes lit up. “If so, then any others on this street who have also been bitten, may yet live to see another day as well...”
“But not for bloody long if we don’t get a move on,” growled a familiar voice.
“Wotcher Mad Eye!” Dora beamed at the grizzled ex-Auror limping towards them.
“The job’s not done yet,” muttered Alastor Moody. “Puddleby is completely overrun by the buggers. If we don’t stop ‘em, every man, woman, and child in this town will soon be dead...”
AN:
@ Ganderz (Nov 30th 2016): "Miss Granger" was a mistake on my part. It should have read Mrs Potter. Thanks for the catch. I have since re-edited it. If you see any more continuity errors, please let me know.
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