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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 weeks passed, another page on the calendar turned and the first snows began to fall. The Coven had settled into their routine of school during the week, and home on the weekends. But the feeling that something imminent was about to happen never left them.
In that time, Samantha Mason gradually got used to being a witch, and used to being around children her own age again. She and her mother were taken under Hestia Jones’ wing, in whose quarters they were both staying.
Daphne couldn’t help but feel a sense of kinship, seeing her own younger sister whenever she looked at the girl. Likewise, Jennifer, despite feeling a bit discomforted by the reminder of the similarity of her experiences to Samantha’s, made herself available any time Samantha just wanted to talk about things.
Indeed, the entire Coven went out of their way to make Samantha feel welcome. Luna and Parvati introduced her to wizarding games. Fleur chatted to the girl in French. Dora began teaching Samantha self-defence techniques, and Harry and Hermione joined in whatever was going on at every opportunity.
Late one evening, the Potters lay awake in bed by themselves in their private chambers. Hermione purred as she gently kneaded Harry’s chest while he stroked her furry ears.
“Hermione,” said Harry after they had been laying in silence for a few moments, “I’ve been thinking...”
“Yes Harry?” The furry ear which Harry was stroking flicked.
“Well... I’ve been wondering, what if we could turn more muggles into wizards? D’you think we should?”
Hermione frowned pensively. “I’m not sure Harry. I know it seems like it might be a good thing, but there’s so much to consider. For one thing, not everyone might want to be a wizard--lots of people are frightened of magic or don’t understand it. And not everyone would use magic for Good. We need to be very careful about who we consider turning.
“Yeah,” responded Harry, nodding in agreement, “I was sort of thinking the same thing now. At first I thought it would be great to give everyone magic, but then I started to have second thoughts. I was thinking about Puddleby--what if our Patronuses accidentally turned a few muggles into wizards?”
“Well, I don’t think we ought to worry about that too much. I doubt very many people came into contact with our Patronuses, and any who do start showing signs of magic could be trained to use it properly. It would only be a problem if too many people became wizards all at once... There aren’t enough wizards qualified to train everybody.”
“Are you sure?” Harry looked troubled. “It’s just... I don’t want to cause more problems for Dumbledore. The Ministry is already blaming him for giving muggles wands and teaching them how to be wizards.”
“That’s true,” Hermione admitted ruefully. “But it’s all a fraud Harry. We already know that the Pureblood Supremacists in the Department of Mysteries are just making things up to go after Dumbledore and you. They’re just using a statistical analysis of the increase in muggleborn wizards as a basis for their false claims. Whatever happens in Puddleby won’t make a whit of difference one way or another.”
“Okay!” Harry sighed with relief. “Thanks Hermione, that’s a load off my mind...”

~o0o~
The scruffy bewhiskered old bartender in the pub which smelled vaguely of goats pointed his wand at the dying embers in the hearth. Fresh logs appeared and the fire sparked to life, orange flames crackling merrily. The three unkempt wizards nursing firewhiskeys and ales at a table near the fireplace nodded in gratitude. Aberforth Dumbledore grunted and shuffled back to the bar.
At that moment, another wizard in a thick blue cloak and a long woolen scarf wrapped many times round his neck burst through the rickety front door, letting in a flurry of snow. The wizard slammed the door shut and brushed the dusting of snow off his shoulders, glancing around the pub, his eyes wild.
“What’ll it be?” asked Aberforth, paying little heed to the panicked state of the new arrival. The other wizard stared at Aberforth for a moment.
“Dumbledore,” gasped the potential customer.
“Yeah, that’s me,” snapped Aberforth. “So whaddya want? Ale? Brandy? Elf-wine? ...”
“No... I mean Headmaster Dumbledore!” the other wizard interjected. “We need him... NOW!”
Aberforth scowled and turned away. “Hmmph! Albus... it’s always about him, isn’t it!? Anyone’d think ‘e’s the only Dumbledore. Dunno why I even bother to...”
“Blast it man! You’re his brother aren’t you? You must have a way to contact him. We need his help right now--there’s a horde of Inferi bearing down on Hogsmeade as we speak...”

~o0o~
Classes had let out for the day and Harry and Hermione were packing a few things into their bags for their weekend at home when Professor McGonagalls crisp voice emanated from Harry’s mirror.
“Thank Goodness!” McGonagall exclaimed when she saw Harry’s face in the mirror. “No time to explain Mr Potter... The headmaster needs to see you--all of you, the Unaffiliated--in his office immediately.”
“Er... of course. We’ll be there right away,” said Harry, feeling a sense of trepidation at McGonagall’s tone. Hurriedly, Harry and Hermione gathered the rest of the Coven and made their way to Dumbledore’s office.
“So what’s this all about?” asked Parvati, the question which was on everyone’s mind.
“No idea...” Harry replied.
“But it seems really urgent,” Hermione added.
“And we’ll know soon enough,” Luna told Parvati.
The Potters and the rest of the Coven bustled into Dumbledore’s office, surprised to find it packed with wizards and witches. Among them were Kingsley Shacklebolt, Madam Bones, Dawlish, and a number of others that they knew to be members of the Order of the Phoenix.
“Ah, Harry...” said Dumbledore, turning from his conversation with Madam Bones to greet the Coven, “Thank you and your companions for coming so quickly. Sirius, Remus, and Alastor should be joining us shortly as well.”
“Sir,” Harry began, “Professor McGonagall seemed a bit upset. Is there an Inferi attack?”
“Of a sort Harry,” replied the headmaster. “Hogsmeade is being invaded as we speak...”
The Coven gasped at Dumbledore’s pronouncement. The headmaster carried on before anyone had a chance to interrupt.
“...However, this was not entirely unexpected. I believe that the moment has arrived Harry. The Inferi incursion is unusual in that nobody in Hogsmeade has been killed as of yet...”
“Then we should deal with them before anyone does get killed, shouldn’t we sir?” said Harry, unable to help himself.
“In due time my dear boy, however, we should not respond with undue haste, before taking stock of the situation. I do not believe this to be a random attack, and I suspect that these are not contagious Inferi. The fact that the Inferi are menacing, but holding back, suggests that the Minister is baiting her trap for us...”
Harry’s eyes widened in understanding.
“It would appear that Minister Umbridge is loathe to wipe out Britain’s largest All-Wizard community,” Dumbledore continued, “lest she lose the support of some of her closest allies, and experience further erosion of whatever public relations advantage that she currently retains. No doubt Ministry forces are at the ready--to arrest us the moment we arrive to rescue Hogsmeade.”
“But you have a plan, don’t you?” said Hermione, furry tail twitching.
“Indeed I do Mrs Potter.” Dumbledore nodded. “Of course, trap or not, we must meet this challenge head on. I have called upon the rest of the Order to join us in this engagement. It is my contention that Minister Umbridge will have brought most of the Ministry’s forces to bear against us, seeking to end this conflict once and for all.”
Harry swallowed as he and Hermione shared a look with the rest of the Coven. This was it then--the moment had come which would determine the future of Britain, win or lose.
“Right! We’re ready sir,” said Harry resolutely. “So when are leaving for Hogsmeade?” Harry was surprised to see a twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes.
“Actually Harry, you and your companions will not be entering the village,” the headmaster replied.
“What?” gasped Fleur. The entire Coven looked equally flabbergasted.
“But sir! ... You just said...” Dora blurted out.
Harry felt his blood rushing in his ears, unable to believe that Dumbledore was going to keep him out of things. This was what all the training had been for. And hadn’t he and the Coven proved more than once that they could handle themselves in battle?
“So, you’re not letting us fight then?” A hint of anger crept into Harry’s voice.
“Oh, indeed your skills shall certainly be put to the test,” Dumbledore retorted, almost cheerfully. “Just not in Hogsmeade. No Harry... I am sending you and your companions to take the Ministry!”
“Wait... What?” Harry’s jaw dropped. He wasn’t certain that he’d heard correctly.
“You and your team shan’t be alone,” Dumbledore went on. “You will also be accompanied by certain Order members--those best positioned to take up their former positions of Authority: Madam Bones, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and John Dawlish. Sirius, Remus, and a number of others shall also be going along to back you up.
“While the Minister is distracted - her eyes on Hogsmeade - she will not be expecting an attack on the Ministry itself. I believe that she will be here personally to oversee our capture. It is also probable that she will return to the Ministry should her plans for us here fall awry. This is our best chance to capture the Minister, either in Hogsmeade or at the Ministry.”
“But what about the Inferi?” piped up Daphne. “Aren’t we needed to deal with them?”
“And won’t Minister Umbridge be expecting to see Harry in Hogsmeade?” asked Hermione.
“As to the Inferi, I have devised a new spell for dealing with them en masse,” Dumbledore responded, eyes twinkling. “Or rather... I have modified an existing spell. It is a variation on the Immolation Curse, applicable only to those who are already dead. It won’t be quite as powerful and effective as your special talent, but it should suffice. Groups of internally combusting Inferi will be halted in their tracks, immobile and unable to catch fire to their surroundings.
“And as to Harry, Mrs Potter, indeed the Minister will be expecting to see him in Hogsmeade. That is why I will be asking Harry to provide me with a few of his hairs...”
“Polyjuice potion!” Hermione gasped. “You’re going to polyjuice someone to look like Harry!”
“Very good Mrs Potter. You are quite correct,” Dumbledore agreed. “Several someones in fact.”
“Wait,” said Harry worriedly. “Are you sure that’s safe? Whoever looks like me is going to be a target...”
“That’s right Potter,” growled a voice that Harry recognised. Harry spun around to see Mad Eye Moody entering Dumbledore’s office with Sirius and Lupin.
“We’re all targets anyway,” the scarred ex-auror continued. “This isn’t the time for being noble Potter. We’ve all got jobs to do and we need to get a move on. The time for sitting around and jawin’ is over and done...”

~o0o~
A murmur went up in the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall had assembled all the students and given them the news that Hogsmeade was under siege by Inferi and the Ministry. A number of pupils had gathered at the Mingling Table to discuss the situation.
“So... what are we gonna do?” asked Ron. “I know Harry’s going to fight. We have t’do something too--we can’t just sit this one out.”
“Well said little brother!” Fred grinned, slapping Ron on the back.
“Hear, hear!” said George, nodding. Ginny beamed proudly at Ron.
“But you heard McGonagall,” said Padma anxiously. “Only students who are of age are allowed to fight.”
“So what?” Susan Bones frowned. “If the Inferi or the Ministry attacked Hogwarts too, we’d have to fight anyway. We don’t really have a choice if we want to stop what them from hurting people we care about. My auntie is going to fight them, and so am I. Isn’t this what we’ve been training for these past weeks?”
“Absolutely!” Neville exclaimed, his eyes burning with resolve. “All of our practice with fighting spells won’t mean anything if we don’t use it to help. We need to do our bit too.”
“Okay... You’re right!” Padma agreed. “Of course we have to help. I didn’t mean that we shouldn’t, I was just pointing out that McGonagall and the other professors might try to stop us...”
“They’ll be too busy for that,” said Fred dismissively.
“But how do we get to Hogsmeade and avoid the Inferi?” asked Seamus. “We haven’t learned how to apparate yet...”
“Brooms,” answered Viktor Krum. “I vos going to suggest zat for the younger students to begin with, but I think brooms is ze best anyvay. Ve vill fly to Hogsmeade and attack from the sky.”
“Of course...” Cedric’s eyes lit up, “Brilliant, Krum!” Cho smiled and nodded her agreement.
“Smashing! I’m in!” said Angelina.
“Count us in then.” Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell both nodded as well.
“Me too,” Dean added.
“Alright... this could work! We’re all in too then,” said Blaise Zabini, glancing at Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott.
Theo flexed his prosthetic fingers and grinned at Blaise and Pansy. Over the past few months Theo had grown used to using a wand with his left hand. And upon his return to Hogwarts, Dumbledore had developed the prosthetic fingers for Theo. They would work well enough to hold a broom with his right hand.
Viktor nodded his approval and glanced at the rest. Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan nodded back, and the other two Ravenclaws, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein, indicated their readiness as well.
“Very good!” said Viktor. “Ve shall slip away when McGonagall is busy. Just to keep in mind vhen fighting, zat Reductor spells are best for Inferi...”
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