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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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Shrieking happily, ice crunching underfoot as they ran through the pelting hail, the Coven was even more appreciative of their replica of the Room of Requirement. Heralding the approach of winter, the hailstorm had raged while they had been lounging in the stunningly realistic simulation of the French Riviera under summer skies.
But as cold as it was outside, the biting chill of the mid-Autumn storm didn’t phase the Luminous Coven one bit. They were all the more thankful though, for the numerous showers and bathtubs in the manor when they washed away the sand from their more sensitive regions.
Feeling relaxed, and in a celebratory mood, Harriet, Hermione, and the rest of the Coven made up for missing breakfast and lunch with an early dinner. Dobby outdid himself, providing a magnificent feast which rivaled any served at Hogwarts.
Dinner was followed by an evening watching films on the television, and browsing the internet. Many giggles were had when Jennifer googled Shokushu. Harriet groaned and palmed her blazing red face when Jennifer found several animated cartoons from Japan featuring the lusty tentacle monsters.
“How do muggles seem to know so much about them?” asked Daphne, biting her lip and frowning in puzzlement. “I thought wizards kept monsters and magical beings a secret.”
“I expect that Shokushu are like Dragons, or even Yeti and Kappa,” Hermione replied. “Most muggles have heard of them through stories--myths, legends, and anecdotes--but don’t really believe they’re real.
“That’s what I reckoned. I was wondering if they might be related to Cthulhu,” Jennifer pondered aloud. “That’s really why I googled them, not really to tease Harriet.”
“Cthulhu?” Hermione’s furry ears pricked questioningly. The term seemed vaguely familiar, but she was perplexed that she couldn’t recall a source for it.
“Yeah,” said Jennifer. “Cthulhu was a creature with tentacles in a story by HP Lovecraft. He wrote weird creepy horror stories--another one of my dad’s favourite authors.”
“Oh... I’ve heard of Lovecraft, but never read him,” Hermione admitted, looking slightly embarrassed. “But I remember reading about Cthulhu now in a book about literary monsters. In any case, who knows? Lovecraft may have been aware of the Japanese myths and legends, or maybe he just made Cthulhu up altogether...”
Harriet breathed a sigh of relief when talk of Shokushu and Cthulhu came to an end, and the Coven moved onto watching some of the latest music videos. The Coven fell asleep snuggled together in front of the television, and Harry found he’d reverted back to being a boy the following morning.
The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing and engaging in hobbies. On Sunday, Hermione engrossed herself in a book of HP Lovecraft’s short stories while Fleur and Daphne browsed Jennifer’s library. Harry had another go at painting with Jennifer. Dora, Parvati, and Luna spent much of the day in the music room. They all felt well rested when they woke early Monday morning and stepped through Aphrodite’s portrait at Jennifer’s, and emerged on the other side of the wall in their corridor at Hogwarts.
Harry had been perfectly happy to get back to work, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved when Hestia Jones interrupted during a particularly difficult Arithmancy assignment. He peered gratefully at Hestia.
“Harry dear,” she said with a smile, addressing him with warm familiarity. “Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you in his office--all of you that is. I think it might be some good news...”
Harry perked up. “Really? What’s going on then? Does this have something t’do with the Minister?”
“I think the headmaster is in a better position to answer your questions dear. Hurry along now...”
Hestia turned to Jennifer. She gave her a hug and whispered in her ear. A flicker of puzzlement crossed Jennifer’s features, but she nodded before joining the others.
“What was that about?” asked Harry as they made their way to Dumbledore’s office.
“I... I’m not sure,” Jennifer replied, biting her lip pensively. “Hestia just said that there was someone we were going to meet, and that we might be able to help them.”
“That’s odd. I wonder who it could be...” said Hermione, furry ears twitching with curiosity. “Oh well,” she continued after a moment of thought, “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”
When the Coven crowded into the headmaster’s office, Dumbledore was waiting with twinkles in his eyes, though nobody else but Fawkes seemed to be there with him. Harry supposed that whoever else they were meeting was waiting in another room. As usual, Dumbledore offered everyone comfy chairs and cups of tea. Once everyone was seated the headmaster began.
“Thank you all for coming today,” Dumbledore beamed. “I have some welcome news that concerns us all, though that is not the only reason why I have asked you all to join me...”
“Hestia told me that someone wants to meet us,” Jennifer interjected.
“Indeed,” Dumbledore agreed, “And momentarily you shall. But to begin, the news which brings us together is that the International Confederation of Wizards met early this morning in Brussels. They issued a ruling based largely on the evidence gathered by you during the raid on the Ministry compound in Wales, and also during the rescue of Arthur Weasley.
“The Committee for the Investigation of Statutory Violations has spent several weeks sorting through the evidence, and suffice it to say that they found it all credible. Thus, when they made their recommendation to the general assembly of the ICW today, a resolution was passed to issue an International Arrest Warrant for Minister Umbridge.”
Jaws dropped, and gasps of amazement issued from the Coven, the tails of the cat-witches quivering with excitement. The portraits on the wall burst into applause. Harry’s eyes widened.
“That’s excellent sir!” he exclaimed. “Does that mean that they’re sending help?”
“Alas, that is beyond the purview of the ICW,” the headmaster answered. “The matter is still regarded as an internal conflict, and foreign forces would only be dispatched if this conflict threatened to spill across international boundaries.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Harry sighed, “It might be too interfering otherwise.” Hermione nodded in agreement.
“Indeed! However,” Dumbledore continued, “it does mean that our cause is legitimised, and that Minister Umbridge is more or less trapped in Britain. It will be very difficult for her to find safe harbour, should she choose to flee when we close in on her.”
“About that sir,” said Harry, “How’s it going finding the rest of the internment centres?”
Dumbledore let out a sigh. “Ah... Unfortunately Harry, I believe that after your raid on the Welsh Compound, the others were more carefully hidden. We are still looking, of course, but our forces are still stretched somewhat thin--despite an upsurge in recruitment--especially as we now have a sizable contingent protecting Puddleby from suffering further retaliatory measures.”
“What about countering the Minister’s plans?” asked Hermione. “Do we have any idea yet what she’s planning next.”
“Not at the moment,” Dumbledore responded with another sigh. “However, I am considering several of the most likely scenarios--one of which is that she may make an attempt on Hogsmeade to draw myself and Harry out--and I am formulating a number of plans to counter each and every one of them.
“When I have some further information regarding her movements, I shall be certain to inform you. And then together, we shall choose the best option--one which shall hopefully lead to the end of this war. Now, if there are any more questions, please feel free to ask.”
When nobody seemed to have anything else to ask, Dumbledore nodded.
“Well then, perhaps it is time to meet our guests.” He waved his wand and a tall bookcase slid to the side, revealing a hidden mahogany door. Harry wondered if it led to Dumbledore’s quarters. The door swung open, and two people stepped into the room.
Harry flushed in recognition. The shy little girl reddened as well and hid behind her mother. A hot cauldron of emotions stirred inside Harry as he recalled the state in which he’d last seen the girl. A surge of savage fury flooded his veins, remembering what the guards at the Welsh compound had done to her.
For a brief moment, Harry felt like blowing something up, or burning another building to the ground. Hermione quickly took Harry’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze; he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling himself calm again.
Jennifer swallowed, suddenly realising why Hestia had given her the heads up. She glanced at Harry and saw the same distress written all over his face. She knew that if Harry was too upset to say anything, that it might be up to her.
“Introductions hardly seem necessary,” said Dumbledore softly. “But I would like to say that the testimony of Ms Andrea Mason and her daughter was crucial in swaying the Committee to press for the arrest of Minister Umbridge...”
“And I wanted to thank you all for that opportunity, and... and I really didn’t get a chance to thank you properly when you rescued us,” Andrea interjected. “Words really aren’t enough--but thank you...” Tears began to trickle as she attempted a smile.
“Thank you especially for saving my daughter, Samantha--she means the world to me--she’s the only family I have left. I... I could have died happy knowing that she was safe, but... you saved us both--gave us both a chance to live--to be a family again... Thank you so much!”
“Th...thank you! ...from me too!” squeaked a scared little voice from behind Andrea Mason. Samantha peeked her head around her mother.
Harry suddenly found himself with tears streaming down his cheeks. The little girl looked even younger to his eyes than he or Hermione had at her age, the year they had started Hogwarts. But she had already suffered a lifetime’s worth--as Jennifer had--under the brutal onslaught of those such as Dolohov and Rowle. Harry instinctively knew that she still had to be suffering. Nobody could have survived such a traumatic ordeal without nightmares and panic attacks... she might for years to come.
“Hi!” Harry barely managed to croak. “You’re welcome...” He glanced at Jennifer, catching the rest of the Coven’s glistening eyes as he did so, and then peered questioningly at Hermione.
Hermione could feel it. She knew what Harry wanted to say--what he wanted to ask if he had a voice.
“Hello!” said Hermione as she smiled, her own eyes teary. “I’m glad we were there--that we were able to save you, Samantha... to save both of you...” Hermione peered earnestly at Samantha’s mother. “We... we’d like to help you some more if you’ll let us... if Professor Dumbledore will let us...”
“I... I don’t understand,” Andrea Mason looked puzzled. “You’ve already done so much for us. How can you help us more than you already have?”
All eyes turned to Dumbledore. The headmaster peered back at his students over the top of his half-moon spectacles, feeling the same ache in his heart as they all gazed at him beseechingly.
Dumbledore had to concede that their unspoken request wasn’t entirely unexpected. He had considered the idea himself, but had decided to leave well enough alone unless a member of the Coven brought it up. But now the burden had been thrust right back in his lap. Dumbledore’s clear blue eyes finally came to rest on Jennifer, and he knew that in the end, there there was only one correct choice for this circumstance, and that he had to be the one to make the offer.
“Ms Mason, Samantha...” he began, “What my students are offering is nothing short of a miracle--a miraculous healing. What might normally be accomplished only after many months--if not years--of counseling and recovery for victims of Trauma, can be accomplished in the space of minutes... thanks to a special talent of those who sit before you.
“My students--the Potters and their friends--are the only ones to have seen a certain spell through to its fullest potential--a spell which drives away Darkness and Death--a spell which restores the Spirit. They are truly the Masters of this Life affirming spell as are no others in the wizard world.
“With this spell--in their hands--Samantha’s nightmares can be put to rest and her terrors dispelled... if you would allow my students to perform this Charm upon her.
“There is only one possible side-effect of which you must be aware. If Samantha has a certain recessive gene--and there is a good chance that she does--then this spell could activate this gene. If this should occur, Samantha... your daughter... she would gain the ability to control Magic--in short, she may possibly become a witch.”
“You’re joking!” gasped Andrea Mason.
The headmaster shook his head. “Not at all. If Samantha does indeed gain magical abilities, she would need training of course. And she is of the right age to begin such training here at Hogwarts. Normally, Hogwarts operates as a boarding school, but under the current circumstances, I could see fit to allow you to stay with her here for the time-being. The choice is yours.”
“Erm... I... I don’t know. This... this is quite unbelievable...” Andrea Mason trailed off, a shocked expression on her face, and glanced at her daughter uncertainly, whose eyes had gone all wide and pleading.
“Mummy? Please...?” squeaked Samantha.

~o0o~
Garrick Ollivander tapped his steepled fingers against each other while he waited in Dumbledore’s office with a trunk full of wands. He peered curiously at the woman in the armchair next to his, and at the headmaster. Dumbledore had sent for him nearly twenty minutes ago with a cryptic request. Ollivander was extremely grateful for the Order’s protection in one of their safehouses, so of course he had come at once.
A number of Dumbledore’s delicate silver and gold instruments appeared to be whirring and spinning with great intensity as Fawkes eyed them warily. Not more than ten minutes later the door burst open and a giddy little girl ran in squealing loudly, a radiant smile on her face.
“Mummy!” she shouted gleefully. “I can do Magic... I’m a witch now!”
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