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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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Sirius staggered, but Lupin caught him. Sirius sat down and collected himself before responding to Arthur Weasley.
“Right then Arthur... The Order will have to meet at Aberforth’s until we find an alternative. Number 12 is out of the question. It is off-limits to the Order. I have deeded Number 12 to Harry Potter. As the rightful Warlock of the House of Potter, it is of course within his rights to host the Order. But as his Godfather, I must insist that the Order not take unnecessary risks with Harry and his wife’s lives. The less people with access to Number 12, the better.”
Arthur quickly processed Sirius’s astonishing news, and added it to what he knew Sirius had to do in response to the new Minister’s false charges against him. He smiled warmly at Harry and Hermione - who both still looked in shock - before replying.
“I completely agree Sirius. I'll back you up 100% if Dumbledore gets testy.”
“As will I.” Lupin stated firmly.
“Excellent!” Sirius beamed, not at all looking like someone being forced to go on the lam due to false charges of assassination. “I’ll meet you at Aberforth’s in one hour.”
After the departure of Arthur Weasley, Sirius sat Harry and Hermione down, and looked soberly at them again.
“Harry... Please listen carefully. This is extremely important. And Hermione, please take note - Harry will need your support to assume the responsibilities he faces as the Head of the House of Potter. The House of Potter is one of the Ancient “Pureblood” families which make up the Upper House of the Wizengamot. Your family wasn’t the wealthiest Harry, but it is one of the oldest of the current surviving bloodlines.
As the last surviving male in your House, having achieved the age of majority, you are now the Warlock - the Head of your House; as I am of mine. That means you may claim your House’s seat on the Wizengamot. I had planned to personally shepherd you through this Harry. But for now I will have to go underground.”
“Number 12 has an extensive and up-to-date law section in the library - and I highly recommend retaining Goblin attorneys and financial advisors should you need them. But I will remain in constant contact.” Sirius paused his monologue, and gave Harry and Hermione each a small hand mirror.
“These are a bit like modern muggle cell-phones, but they are very hard to come by. Just speak the name of the person you want to reach, and if they also have one of these mirrors you will be able to converse with them. Everyone in the Order has one, should you need to reach someone for help.”
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The next morning was raining heavily again. Professor Lupin and the two young Hogwarts students got soaked on the way to King’s Cross. They settled in a compartment together on the Hogwarts Express and Lupin performed a drying spell on the three of them.
As the train traveled North and the day wore on, the storm became heavier and the sky became blacker. The train slowed down and came to a halt in the middle of a lonely heath and lightning lit up the sky. Several seconds later, thunder roared across the plain.
“Stay seated,” Lupin quietly warned Harry and Hermione, “The train is likely being searched for Sirius. There may be Dementors - wraiths that guard Azkaban - and they are some of the foulest creatures to walk this Earth.” Said Lupin with a disgusted tone.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the temperature dropped precipitously. Ice crawled across the window panes and a skeletal hand opened the door to the compartment as the wizards' breath froze in the air. A wraith in black robes glided towards Harry and he heard a woman screaming in the distance - getting closer... a flash of green light. Harry fell into darkness and passed out.
Professor Lupin leapt up and a glowing white shield of energy from his wand cut off the creature’s advance on Harry. The wraith hissed its anger at being thwarted, and glided out of the compartment. Several minutes later, Harry and Hermione came to as the train lurched into motion again. Lupin passed Harry and Hermione a bar of chocolate each.
“Eat... the chocolate will counter the effects. Dementors feed on fear and misery. When they attack, they literally suck out your soul with what is called the “Dementor’s Kiss. For some reason, one of them just attempted to attack Harry.”
Harry and Hermione both gasped in horror. Hermione’s furry ears wilted even more. Tears were already streaming down her cheeks. She had relived the worst moment of her life - the letter from her parents - and fainted when the Dementor attacked Harry.
“But why...? What could they want with me?” Queried Harry, his heart thumping in his ears.
Lupin responded worriedly,
“This could mean that the new minister is also targeting YOU Harry. In which case I will have to teach you and Hermione how to protect yourselves against dementors. Go on... eat the chocolate. You’ll feel better.”
They did feel warmer after a few minutes. But the feeling of doom lingered until the next morning. When they arrived at Hogwarts, Madame Pomfrey gave him, Hermione, and several other students a once over and more large bars of chocolate.
“Well, I never! Dementors accosting students. The new minister has a lot to answer for.” Madame Pomfrey groused to Professor McGonagall as the last student departed the hospital wing.
“I’m afraid this is just the beginning Poppy,” Minerva responded quietly.
Harry and Hermione caught up to Luna who was still crying profusely as she left the infirmary - despite the chocolate. It was very unlike Luna to collapse into tears. She usually had a very serene manner no matter what was happening around her.
Hermione hugged Luna.
“It... it was my mum...” Luna sobbed into Hermione’s shoulder. “I... I saw her die... again... before my eyes. She d... died in a horrible spell accident a few years ago - when I was nine. It was terrible - her melted body...” Luna sobbed louder and Harry put his arms around both girls, guiding them to the young couple’s private chambers.
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The Order meeting the night before had been a tumultuous one. Dumbledore had been forced after much argument to back down from his insistence that Number 12 was a more suitable place for the Order by nearly his entire inner circle.
Even Severus - especially Severus - put his foot down in a stunning display of solidarity with Sirius. Dumbledore hadn’t expected Severus Snape to become quite so protective of Harry that he would ever agree with Sirius Black on anything. In the end, that was what finally convinced Dumbledore that he was being an old fool.
And now that the cat was out of the bag regarding Horcruxes, the pressure was on to see if any remained. The removal of the inadvertent one which Voldemort had created in Harry meant that Voldemort could be killed without Harry if necessary. The prophecy as an absolute certainty had clearly been broken. But that didn’t mean that Harry wouldn’t still be forced to engage in combat with Voldemort as long as the Dark Wizard still lived. Harry would still need to be prepared for a long war... and possible death.
The following morning, after the Dementor attack on the train Dumbledore realised that things had become worse than he could have possibly imagined. The Order now faced war on two fronts.
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