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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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The week flew by. Advanced Potions with Snape was progressing well, and Harry was picking up the basics of standard mathematics at least well enough to start following Arithmancy. Professor Vector was being as patient as possible with Harry after Hermione had asked Professor McGonagall to explain the situation to her.
Friday evening, Harry and Hermione met her mother at Hogsmeade train station, accompanied by Auror-in-training Tonks, whose hair was glowing violet that night. Harry had only ever seen Hermione’s mother once, at Flourish and Botts, the day that Lucius Malfoy had surreptitiously given Ginny Weasley Tom Riddle’s diary. But he knew something was wrong the moment he saw her face.
Mrs Granger had a lot of makeup caked under one eye. Hermione didn’t notice at first because she had been so thrilled to see her mother again that she had nearly flattened her with one of her patented hugs. Hermione and her mother both wept happily to see each other again. When she released her mother, Hermione finally spotted the cosmetic covered bruise.
“Mum, what happened to your face?” she asked with concern.
“Oh, er... nothing dear. I... er... I just ran into a doorframe while I was rushing to pack.”
Harry could tell right away that Mrs Granger was lying. His stomach lurched. But Hermione just accepted her mother at her word so Harry didn’t say anything. He felt awkward enough as it was when Hermione introduced them to each other.
“Mum, this is Harry, I don’t think you really got to meet him properly at Diagon Alley... What with all the fuss with Mr Malfoy...”
“So this is my son-in-law!” More tears filled Mrs Granger’s eyes, and Harry wished there was a hole to hide in. But she was beaming through the tears and she pulled him into a hug causing him to flinch. “I’m so glad you were there for my Hermione, Harry. I’m so happy that she found someone who could love her for who she is...” she sobbed.
“It... it’s nice to meet you Mrs Granger!” Harry managed to croak.
“And it’s so lovely to really meet you finally Harry. I’m sorry for everything my husband and I put you two through. It must have been so hard for you...”
“I... it‘s alright now. I’d do anything for Hermione. I... I just don’t want to see anyone hurting her...” Harry squeaked, not really knowing what else to say. He wished he’d thought of something else to say instead though, because that just set Mrs Granger to sobbing again.
But after a few minutes Hermione’s mother calmed down and Tonks looked around nervously.
“Oi, er... sorry to interrupt, but we should get back to the castle soon.”
Harry let Hermione do most of the chatting as the horseless carriage trundled up the road to Hogwarts. The evening was crisp and clear and iced over puddles cracked under the wheels of the cart. But Harry began to feel warmer just to see Hermione looking so much happier in her mum’s embrace, and he began to relax.
The Great Hall full of students was a bit overwhelming for Mrs Granger. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall introduced themselves, and invited all of them to sit at the staff table for dinner. Madam Pomfrey pulled Mrs Granger aside after being introduced and spoke to her quietly.
“I’m so glad you’ve come Mrs Granger. I know your daughter has missed you terribly. But you have a wonderful son-in-law. He’s the best you could have ever hoped for...”
Harry’s face turned beet red, and he looked around wildly for an escape route. But Hermione had her arms and fluffy tail wrapped tightly around him, her face shining with joy. Then Poppy stiffened when she noticed the ill-concealed bruising and puffiness under Mrs Granger’s eye.
“My goodness dear. How on earth...? You must come to the Hospital Wing and let me look at that...”
Mrs Granger winced.
“Oh... er, it’s nothing really. I just bonked it on a doorframe while packing...”
“Nonsense dear! I can have that fixed up and you’ll be right as rain by the morning. No, as school nurse I must insist. Dinner won’t be for another 40 minutes... Come along now.”
Harry and Hermione followed as Madam Pomfrey led an extremely anxious Mrs Granger up to the infirmary. Poppy glanced back at the pair, looking uncomfortable herself.
“It’s alright you two. I’ve got this... Why don’t you run along now and get ready for dinner?”
Harry waited for Madam Pomfrey to turn the corner then addressed Hermione quietly.
“Hermione, I think something’s wrong with your mum, and I think Madam Pomfrey does too.”
Hermione gasped.
“Harry, what...?”
“I... I can’t say. Here, I’ve got my invisibility cloak with me... Let’s find out!”
Harry flung his cloak over the both of them and they silently crept behind Madam Pomfrey and Hermione’s mother to the hospital wing. They crouched behind one of the beds as they listened.
“Mrs Granger, dear...” began the school nurse warmly.
“It’s Jean. Please, you can call me Jean...” Mrs Granger said desperately.
“Alright dear, call me Poppy then. Here, let me have a look at that...”
Jean gave a little moan of pain as Poppy wiped off the makeup under her eye.
“Look, Jean, I know that’s not a doorframe. There’s two bruises and a fracture here,” Poppy said firmly. “Why don’t you tell me what really happened?”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“Please,” Jean gave a sob, “you mustn’t tell Hermione. She’d never forgive him...”
Hermione stiffened. Harry knew what was coming next, and quickly put his hand over Hermione’s mouth to stifle a squeal.
“...David, my husband," Jean sobbed again, “I’ve never... I’ve been with him over 18 years and...and I’ve never known him to be a violent man. I don’t know what came over him.” Mrs Granger began weeping in earnest as she continued.
“Yesterday he found the letter Hermione sent me earlier this week. He found out that Hermione was married and had a fit... I tried to calm him down--tell him it was alright, that Harry was a good boy--not dangerous. That he’d been looking after her. But he began raving like a madman.”
“I shouted at him, called him heartless for casting aspersions on an abused child who our daughter loved dearly, and... and that’s when he struck me. He screamed at me--told me I was a fool for giving Hermione my blessing. Then he... then he hit me again and I collapsed. He stormed out of the house. I packed an extra suitcase and left before he could come back and hit me again.”
“I’ll be alright though. I’ll be staying with my sister Joanne here in Scotland to give him time to calm down. Then... then I’m sure he’ll come around... eventually...”
Mrs Granger began sobbing uncontrollably. Poppy just held her silently and let her cry.
Hermione’s tears flowed over Harry’s hands, which still covered her mouth, as she wept too. It was unimaginable. Her father had only once ever given her a swat on her behind. And that was just to stop her from running after a squirrel which had darted into traffic when she was four. She couldn’t believe that he’d ever do anything so horrible to Mum.
Hermione began to feel awful, that she was to blame for taking that stupid polyjuice potion. She had caused her father to strike her mother. How could her mother love her still after all this? It was all Hermione’s fault. She knew it and began to hate herself for it.
Harry felt it. He could feel Hermione blaming herself and he had to stop it before it went too far. He knew what it was like to feel like everything was his fault. And he never wanted Hermione to ever feel that way.
“Hermione,” he whispered, “Let’s go before they find us...”
But it was too late. Poppy’s sharp ears caught the whisper, and the rustle of clothing as Harry and Hermione began to creep back out of the hospital wing. She waved her wand and the door slammed shut, trapping the pair of young wizards in the ward.
“It’s alright you two...” Madame Pomfrey said gently, “I know you’re under Harry’s invisibility cloak. I've always known when he's been here under it... Come on out.”
Jean looked horrified when her weeping daughter and Harry emerged from seemingly a curtain of air. Hermione ran to her mother and embraced her.
“MUM! It’s all my fault... I’m s...s...sorry! I shouldn’t have taken that stupid potion!” Hermione howled.
“NO! You must never think that darling... never! You’re not to blame. It was never your fault...”
“It was nobody’s fault but your father’s dear...” Poppy said consolingly. “You must believe that! Both of you! The only person to blame is the person who struck your mum, Hermione... You must believe me. You didn’t make your father hit your mother. He lost control of himself because he couldn’t control you... or control your mother. That’s what made him angry enough to become violent.”
Hearing Madam Pomfrey say her first name stopped Hermione’s sobbing and she listened attentively, crying silently instead. Her bushy tail drooped sadly to the floor. Harry stroked Hermione’s hair and peered into her teary eyes.
“Madam Pomfrey’s right Hermione. I know what it’s like... to feel like it’s your fault when someone hits you. But it’s not true. It’s never true unless you hit someone first. Please... you have to believe Madam Pomfrey. It’s not your fault that your dad hit your mum. And it’s not your mum’s fault either...”
Mrs Granger caught Harry’s glittering green eyes, and she saw the truth. She understood deeply why her daughter loved Harry Potter now.

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They never did go back to the Great Hall for dinner. Poppy gave them all a calming draught, and the four of them had dinner in her quarters instead. Poppy insisted that Jean should spend the night with her while Jean’s eye healed.
Then Madam Pomfrey handed several more vials of the potion to Harry and suggested that he have Miss Patil or Miss Lovegood spend the night with the two young wizards to keep Hermione company.
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