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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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Minister Dolores Umbridge shivered slightly as the shadows of the mountains crept over Hogsmeade and the afternoon turned to dusk. She ignored the brief flicker of doubt and recast her warming charm, peering below at the town, searching for signs of Dumbledore and Potter. From their vantage point on the rooftop terrace of the Three Broomsticks, the Minister and her deputy, Senior Undersecretary Percy Weasley, could see most of the town.
Several hundred Inferi milled in the snowy streets, doing little else but lurching and groaning. Just out of sight in corners, alleyways, and shadows, the bulk of the Ministry of Magic’s forces--Unspeakables, Snatchers, and the few remaining Aurors who hadn’t resigned in protest--lay in wait for the expected Insurrectionists to arrive.
Deputy Minister Percy Weasley examined the strange device in his hand, marveling again at the new invention from the Department of Mysteries. It struck Percy as somewhat ironic that he was in possession of a piece of magical technology within which his father would be utterly fascinated. The magical communication device was based on a muggle technology--two way radios. It had been developed specifically for coordinating large scale operations such as the one they were engaged in that night--operations which required instant communication.
Minister Umbridge nodded at Percy, indicating that he should do a check. Percy pressed a button and cleared his throat.
“Calling all Units,” he began, hoping that his voice didn‘t give away his nervousness, “any sign of Dumbledore or Potter?”
A voice crackled on the magical two-way radio. “Unit One responding--nothing here yet...”
“Nothing to report here either,” said a second voice.
“Wait...” said a third, “I think... something’s happening...”

~o0o~
Warlock Crabbe cursed the cold, briskly rubbing his frozen hands together and wishing that something would just happen already. Warlock Goyle raised his eyes at his fidgeting companion. Several of the Unspeakables stationed with the two Death Eaters frowned.
“Keep quiet,” one of the Unspeakables hissed, “We don’t want to...”
The ringing sound of a number of loud apparition cracks in the street interrupted the disdainful Unspeakable. At the same time, the Deputy Minister’s youthful voice could be heard emanating from the newfangled contraption in the Unspeakable’s hand.
“Wait... I think... something’s happening,” the Unspeakable muttered in response.
Indeed, the street lit up and more cracks rang out as spells were cast by the half a dozen wizards who had just arrived. The previously listless Inferi lumbered into action and swarmed the wizards.Individually, the groaning reanimated corpses proved little match for the Reductor spells cast by the newcomers, but they made up for it with their greater numbers. In the flickering lights of the spells, two of the wizards were instantly recognisable; a tall wizard with a long silvery beard, and a young one with round glasses and a messy black moptop.
“It’s Dumbledore and Potter,” the Unspeakable barked into the magical two way.
“Take them now!” screeched Minister Umbridge’s voice from the device. “Use any means necessary.”
Crabbe and Goyle grinned at each other. Finally, their chance to avenge themselves and the Dark Lord was upon them.

~o0o~
Minister Umbridge cackled gleefully as she peered over the balcony, looking in the direction from where the first sounds of fighting were coming. Suddenly, more apparition cracks echoed through the town, and soon the sound of pitched battle could be heard throughout Hogsmeade.
The Minister and her deputy knew that it must be the rest of the Order arriving to put down the Inferi, but they were relatively unconcerned. Dumbledore and Potter were the priority, and the Order was surely outnumbered by the Ministry’s forces and distracted by the Inferi.
“But why isn’t Potter using the Secret Weapon yet?” Percy muttered, frowning in puzzlement, as a flicker of uncertainty crossed his mind. “Something’s wrong!”
“Perhaps Potter requires his mate--the Halfbreed...” Dolores suggested. “The spell may require more than one to activate.”
“But where is she then?” Percy asked. The magical two-way crackled to life again, interrupting Percy’s pondering.
“I’ve got him,” said an excited voice. “Potter... I’ve just stunned Potter--outside Zonko’s.”
“That can’t be!” Dolores scowled. “He’s with Dumbledore outside the Post Office right now.”
“No he’s not,” said another voice belonging to a witch. “I’ve got Potter in my sights outside of Tomes and Scrolls.”
“They can’t all be Potter,” Percy fumed.
“POLYJUICE!” screamed Dolores. “But one of them has to be the real one. I don’t care how many Potters there are. Bring them all to me right now, and we’ll soon sort this out. But I need Dumbledore and the Potters alive--kill all the others if you have to.”

~o0o~
Dumbledore whirled around gracefully, a jet of magic lancing from his wand. A score of Inferi halted in their tracks and shuddered; sparks and flame burst from their eyes and mouths as their flesh withered and blackened.
Spells shot out from the dark alley between the Post Office and the Grocery shop, exploding in the midst of the Order members who were fighting the Inferi. Cut off from the others by the smoke, and distracted by another group of the Undead bearing down on them, Dumbledore and the boy who looked like Harry Potter were quickly disarmed by expelliarmus spells.
Ropes conjured from thin air bound the headmaster and the boy. Warlocks Crabbe and Goyle chortled as each grabbed a prisoner and disapparated, marveling at how easy it had been to capture Dumbledore and Potter. Moments later they appeared on the rooftop terrace of the Three Broomsticks.
“What the Bloody Hell?” gasped Goyle.
Crabbe was equally flabbergasted to see a number of Unspeakables with three more Harry Potters in their clutches. Senior Undersecretary Weasley looked disconcerted to see so many Potters. Minister Umbridge’s features were livid.
“How many more?” she snarled at Dumbledore. “How many Potters did you make?”
Dumbledore regarded the Minister calmly. “Well now, surely you don’t expect me to make this easy for you, do you Minister Umbridge?”
“It was easy enough to capture you,” the Minister snapped. “And if you don’t tell me what I wish to know, some Veritaserum should loosen your tongue.”
“I expect so,” said Dumbledore cheerfully. “Unless of course, we have all imbibed the counter-potion to Veritaserum before embarking on our mission to rescue Hogsmeade.”
“Impossible!” The Minister looked briefly discomfited. “You would have had to know that we would be here to catch you...”
“Quite so,” Dumbledore interjected, his eyes twinkling.
“But the Ministry has been purged,” Percy asserted. “You can’t possibly have any moles left on the inside.”
“Perhaps,” Dumbledore replied. “Regardless, I did not need a mole to suspect that you would likely attempt to capture Harry and myself during our next encounter with the Inferi. In fact, you were all too predictable...”
“Ridiculous!” sputtered Minister Umbridge. “So you’re saying that you expect me to believe that you just waltzed in here knowingly and just... allowed yourself to be captured?”
“Indeed,” said Dumbledore.
Silence reigned on the snowy rooftop of the Three Broomsticks while the Minister tried to make sense of this turn of events. Dumbledore seemed all too pleased with himself, and Dolores didn’t like it one little bit. Percy was right, something was dreadfully wrong, but she couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. Finally something inside of her snapped.
“Fine,” Umbridge growled. “If that’s the way you want to play it, I’ll just kill the Potters one by one while you watch, Dumbledore, and then I’ll finish you. Once you’re gone, it doesn’t matter if the real Potter is running around somewhere. I’ll find him and that little Halfbreed sooner or later, and when I do, you won’t be around to protect them anymore.”
Minister Umbridge glowered at Dumbledore and raised her wand, aiming it at one of the Potters.

~o0o~
The squadron of brooms flew above the snow dusted treetops in the gathering dusk towards Hogsmeade. As they passed over the village, a battle could be seen raging below. Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory each split off with a small group following them to aid the Order in the streets while the Weasleys and Neville circled above looking for Harry and the Unaffiliated.
“There... on the roof of the Three Broomsticks,” shouted Ginny. “Dumbledore and Harry--they’re in trouble.”
“But I don’t see Hermione and the others,” Neville yelled back.
“Blimey! There’s more than one Harry,” gasped Ron.
“Never mind that...” said Fred.
“...We’ll just have to save the lot of them,” George concluded.
The Weasleys and Neville swooped down towards the rooftop. Seeing the Minister aim her wand at one of the Harrys, Ginny was the first to react, casting a bombarda spell. Several things happened all at once when the explosive spell went off like a small grenade, hitting the terrace.
It wasn’t big enough to cause too much damage, but the force of the impact shook the roof, smoke billowed, and the surprise was enough to cause the Minister to shriek and prevent her from getting off a spell. Percy flung himself in front of the Minister as if to protect her.
The Unspeakables, and Crabbe and Goyle all dove for cover, releasing their grip on Dumbledore and the four Potters. Dumbledore took advantage of the confusion to perform wandless magic, slipping out of the ropes which bound him.
Freed from his bonds, Dumbledore pulled from his sleeve his hidden true wand, having used a spare during his fight with the Inferi. He quickly cast a releasing spell, freeing the Potters from their ropes. All four Potters seemed to have armed themselves with spare wands as well, having prepared with Dumbledore beforehand for the eventuality that they might need them.
Chaos erupted on the rooftop as the Minister, Percy, Crabbe, Goyle, and the Unspeakables all began to recover themselves and shoot spells at their attackers. Spell-fire flew everywhere as the Weasleys and Neville zoomed about on their brooms casting their own Stunning spells.
Warlock Goyle aimed a bolt of green lightning at Fred which barely missed him. George retaliated with an Expulsor. Goyle went flying off the roof, crashing to the street below. Meanwhile, a Stunning spell from Neville knocked Crabbe out cold. Dumbledore and the Potters were dueling handily and making short work of the Unspeakables,
Ron wheeled his broom around, easily dodging a stray Killing Curse. He fired a Stunning spell at the Minister, but Percy leapt in front of her again. The youngest Senior Undersecretary in history went out like a light, collapsing at the Minister’s feet.
Furious, Minister Umbridge realised that the situation on the rooftop was lost. She didn’t have Dumbledore or Potter, and nobody was left to protect her. She bolted inside the stairwell and slammed the door shut behind her. Dolores darted down the stairs and into the first room she saw, flinging green powder in the fireplace.
“The Ministry, Department of Mysteries, Operations Division,” she barked before jumping into the green flames and vanishing.

~o0o~
The Ministry seemed unnaturally quiet with most of the workers gone home for the evening. Harry’s heart raced, his nerves on edge and his senses heightened. Despite the ease of their passage thus far, invisible as the Coven was while traveling through the paintings and portraits, Harry knew he couldn’t afford to let his guard down.
“It seems so empty,” Daphne murmured after leaving Shacklebolt, Madam Bones, Dawlish and Arthur Weasley, and Sirius and Lupin to secure the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. “I suppose all the Aurors are in Hogsmeade?”
“Maybe, but we should still be careful,” Harry quietly warned the Coven. “I didn’t have time to paint any runes or Chinese symbols on us, so we’re vulnerable to physical attacks.”
“Of course Harry,” Hermione agreed with a flick of her bushy tail.
“We’ll be cautious Harry,” Dora whispered back. “I’d be surprised if there weren’t at the very least a skeleton crew of Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries... and perhaps a bit of Security at the top level in the Atrium.”
“That’s what I expect too,” said Hermione. “But with any luck, dealing with whoever is left in the D.O.M. won’t be any worse than taking the Ministry compound in Wales...”
“Not to mention that we have Sirius and Lupin here to back us up if we need them,” Harry added.
“We’re nearly there, aren’t we?” asked Luna. “Isn’t the Department of Mysteries on Level Nine?”
“Yes,” Parvati answered. “I remember from before--just a few more paintings and portraits. We can enter the D.O.M. through the portrait of Prometheus.”
Jennifer swallowed nervously as she peered out of the landscape painting which the Coven was currently inhabiting. The corridor beyond the frame looked dark and forbidding. Dora gave her a comforting squeeze. Silently and invisibly, the Coven passed from one painting to the next until finally they reached the portrait of Prometheus.
Prometheus seemed quite pleased to meet Harry and Hermione again when they undid their Invisibility spells.
“There are at least a dozen Unspeakables here tonight,” he told the Coven after introductions had been made with Fleur, Luna, Daphne, and Jennifer. “They have not been alerted yet to your presence.”
“So we’ve still got the element of surprise,” whispered Harry. “Excellent!”
One by one, the Coven slipped out of the portrait and made their way down a hallway, past a chamber with an enormous working model of the solar system. The next door they passed appeared to be locked, but when it opened of its own accord in a beckoning manner, the Potters both recalled their previous visit.
It took all of their willpower not to enter the Chamber of Love--the massive luminous shimmering Orb seemed to be calling out to them again. Everyone felt it.
“Magnifique!” gasped Fleur, tears of joy trickling down her cheek.
“It’s beautiful,” said Jennifer.
“I think it’s making us glow again,” said Luna with a grin, her fluffy tail quivering with delight. That snapped Dora out of her trance.
“We’d better keep going--find the Unspeakables and take ‘em out before they discover us,” Dora muttered.
“Right... er... yeah!” Harry tore himself away. “Anyway, the Operations centre is this way,” he said, leading them on further down the corridor.
Hermione suddenly sniffed the cool subterranean air; she grabbed Harry’s arm, her furry tail bristling.
“Harry...wait!”
Two Unspeakables on patrol appeared as they rounded the corner at the end of the passage, spotting the Coven. Harry swore under his breath. The element of surprise was lost. The Coven began shooting Stunning spells from their wands, but the two Unspeakables dodged and hid behind the corners, returning fire.
“Bloody Hell!” yelled one of the Unspeakables. “Who are you lot?”
“That’s Potter and his halfbreed--and the rest of his little entourage from Hogwarts,” sneered the other. More shouts could be heard in the distance as the rest of the Unspeakables had been alerted by the sounds of battle.
“Quick, in here!” Dora flung open a door on the other side of the passage and the Coven darted inside, slamming the door and locking it behind them with a Colloportus spell. Banging and shouting could be heard coming from the other side.
“Zat won’t hold them long,” said Fleur nervously.
“It won’t have to,” said Harry, his face lighting up when he saw which room it was. “This is perfect...”
“What is this room?” asked Jennifer, peering around at the long rows and aisles of shelves holding what appeared to be thousands upon thousands of small glittering crystal orbs.
“The Hall of Prophecies,” Hermione replied. “We spotted it the last time we were here. The little globes all contain prophecies made by Seers over the centuries. According to Dumbledore, there’s a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort in here somewhere...”
“Anyway,” Harry interjected forcefully, getting back on the topic of most immediate concern, “we can hide in these aisles and start picking off the Unspeakables when they break down the door. Dora--you, Jennifer, Fleur and Daphne--you take that side. Hermione, Parvati, Luna, and I will take this side. As soon as you see someone appearing, stun them and bind them with Incarcerous spells.
“Sounds like a plan Harry!” Dora nodded.
Quickly, everyone took their positions, and not a moment too soon as the door burst open. Bolts of magic flew and the first three Unspeakables through the door collapsed, out cold and bound in ropes. But the others were not so readily subdued.
Thick smoke poured from a wand poking through the doorway, obscuring the Coven’s view. Rapid footsteps informed the Coven that the other Unspeakables were entering Hall of Prophecies under cover of the smoke.
The battle in the Hall of Prophecies was fierce. The Unspeakables were playing for keeps, firing off Killing Curses without hesitation. Harry grit his teeth as he and Hermione reluctantly resorted to Sectumsempra. A Killing Curse only just missed Luna, shattering a row of Prophecies. Parvati responded with a Reductor spell and the offending Unspeakable’s screams echoed as he disintegrated.
The fight was a running one, and the Potters soon found themselves split off from the others in the Brain Room with two Unspeakables hot on their trail. Harry and Hermione hurtled through the door at the other end of the room, entering a chamber which they hadn’t seen before. Not knowing what to expect, they both lost their footing, tumbling end over end painfully down a series of stone steps. Finally they came to a stop at the bottom of a sunken pit, sprawled on a stone floor.
Harry’s head was throbbing and spinning when he came to, his mouth full of blood from a cut on his inner lip. His face paled when he heard a high pitched chuckle and saw a toad-like figure dressed in pink holding a still unconscious Hermione, both of them on top of a craggy dais near an ancient stone archway, within which hung a fluttering wispy veil.
“Well, well... Potter!” hissed the Minister. “The REAL one I presume. Too bad for you--your little coup attempt ends right here, right now... after you’ve said goodbye to your filthy little halfbreed abomination.”
“NO!” gasped Harry, spitting out blood.
“Oh yes, Mr Potter!” chortled the Minister. “I was quite surprised indeed to find you and your little entourage here causing mayhem when I arrived just moments ago. But I couldn’t be happier at this turn of events. Don’t dare hope that your little friends might save you, they are still quite busy, I can assure you. You are quite alone at the moment...”
The Minister pointed at the two Unspeakables looming above Harry and continued. “...Alone and outnumbered, not to mention, unarmed.”
Harry groaned, sending another stab of pain coursing through his head. The Minister was correct; his wand was lying on the floor several metres away from him. He supposed that it was unlikely that he could accio it and take both the Unspeakables and the Minister in time to save Hermione from whatever awful fate the Minister had planned for her. Dark thoughts of Doom flashed before Harry’s eyes. Was this really how it was all going to end?
Just as Harry was about to give up all hope, bolts of red lightning flashed and the two Unspeakables fell to the floor, unconscious. Harry’s heart leapt for joy when he spied Luna and Parvati at the top of the stone steps, their bristling tails wagging angrily. Clearly they had defeated the Unspeakables which they had been facing. Harry hoped the others were faring just as well.
“NOOOO!” screamed the Minister as her last hope of success floundered before her eyes. Her face purple with rage, Minister Umbridge dropped Hermione and aimed her wand at the other two cat-witches. “FILTHY ANIMALS! ABOMINATIONS!”
Harry summoned his wand; it skittered across the stone floor and he cuaght it deftly in his hand just as Minister Umbridge screeched, “AVADA KEDAVRA.”
Luna and Parvati both ducked and rolled out of the path of the Minister’s Killing Curse. Harry took aim and slashed his wand. The Minister howled as her wand hand separated from her wrist in a crimson spray of blood.
Shrieking madly in pain, her eyes boggling in shock, Minister Dolores Umbridge staggered backwards and tripped over Hermione. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Dolores tumbled through the veil and vanished, the only trace of her left, a bloody hand lying on the dais near Hermione, and the fading echoes of her screams in the Chamber of Death.
Harry instinctively knew that Umbridge was gone--passed over to the Other Side. He swallowed when he realised just how close Hermione had come to dying. Relief flooded Harry when he saw Hermione stirring--a flick of an ear, a twitch of her furry tail--and heard her groan in pain. He dragged himself to the stone dais and clutched her to his chest.
Hearing more footsteps in the Chamber, Harry glanced up to see that the others had arrived. Dora, Daphne, Fleur, and Jennifer had joined Luna and Parvati, followed by Sirius, Lupin, and Arthur Weasley, all of them looking concerned.
“Hermione’s safe, but Minister Umbridge--she’s gone...” Harry gasped. “The Minister--she fell through the veil and disappeared...”
“Then it’s all over,” said Dora, grinning. “It’s finished... we’ve dealt with the Unspeakables here and apparently Dumbledore and his lot are just mopping up in Hogsmeade...
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