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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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Luna and Parvati spent the night with Harry and Hermione. They were outraged that Hermione’s father had hit her mother and both reassured her that it wasn’t her fault at all.
“My father didn’t hit me or my mum just because I turned into a cat too, Hermione...” Parvati said. “And honestly, I expected him to be a bit angry, because I knew what I was doing. You didn’t...”
“Nor mine. Daddy encourages experimentation.” Luna murmured, her big round eyes even wider than usual and full of concern.
“But... but it wasn’t just that,” Hermione replied with a sob, “I got married without his permission. And...and I disobeyed him--I didn’t come home and have the surgery done.”
“That’s still no reason for him to hit your mum, Hermione...” Parvati responded. “You disobeying him didn’t cause that....”
“And you shouldn’t have needed his permission to get married to someone you love, Hermione,” chimed in Luna. “You’re emancipated--legally an adult. You can do what you like....”
“And NOBODY should be forced to get hacked up by butchers...” Parvati vehemently interjected, her sleek black tail whipping back and forth angrily.
It took a long while, but it finally sank into Hermione’s brain that she wasn’t to blame for her father’s violent outburst towards her mother. But the feeling that it might be still ached in her gut.
“I understand that Hermione,” Harry gazed soulfully into her golden-brown eyes, “I still feel like that a lot about what Uncle Vernon did to me too. But I know it’s not true in my head. You just have to try and remember that when you feel bad. And I’ll help you. We’ll get through this together...”
Harry took his wife in his arms again and gave her a deep kiss. Luna made everyone some cocoa, and the rest of the evening Harry and the other two young cat-witches cuddled Hermione and stroked her until she began purring contentedly and fell asleep.
Jean Granger was feeling much better the next morning. She was stunned to see that the bruising and swelling had vanished, leaving only a hint of redness. Her orbital bone still felt a bit sore, but most of the pain was gone, and Poppy Pomfrey had reassured her that the soreness would be gone completely in a few days.
Jean was also surprised to find that the calming draughts and pain potions which Poppy had given her had left her with no groggy after-effects, nor a craving for more--despite the extremely pleasant buzzy sensations they had given her last night. She wondered if the potions could be replicated without magic. It would be wonderful if she could introduce her own patients to the drugs available in the wizard world. She suspected they would significantly reduce the narcotic dependency some of her patients experienced.
Harry and Hermione gave Mrs Granger the Grand Tour of Hogwarts after breakfast. The tour stalled a bit when Jean Granger engaged in an erudite conversation with a portrait of Paracelsus. Even Hermione grew a bit impatient, but her mum seemed so much happier now, that she didn’t have the heart to interrupt. She and Harry slipped into the empty classroom near the portrait and snogged for a bit until Mrs Granger was ready to move on.
They demonstrated some of their spells for Hermione’s mother too. She was particularly impressed with the transfigurations and their patronuses, and was beginning to understand how crucial it was for children with magical abilities to receive a solid education, despite the potential risks a magical academy like Hogwarts presented.
Without it, accidental magic could have done much worse damage to their family--they could all be dead. And she really began to accept that as things stood, it was her husband’s fears and attitudes which had caused most of the strife leading to the current dysfunction.
Jean Granger had gone along with her husband at first in part due to her own fears, but she hadn’t really wanted to pull Hermione out of Hogwarts herself. It was David Granger's anger which had frightened her most. Jean had never seen that side of him before She had been afraid of David’s newfound rage at least as much as she had been of the magic. But there was no question in her mind now that Hogwarts was an absolute necessity.
It had been stupid really, to think that Hermione should have been pulled out of Hogwarts. Jean could see that there were any number of reforms which might improve things at the school, but the same could be said for many non-magical educational institutions. She was hardly in a position from which to cast stones at Hogwarts.
The three of them took a picnic lunch as it was a clear day. The sun sparkled on the rippling surface of the lake, and the branches of the willow they were sitting under swayed in the Autumn breeze. A pair of swans and their cygnets floated by in single file.
Hermione got Harry to open up a bit about how it was that he had ended up with the Dursleys, and Jean was horrified for him.
“I’m so sorry about your parents, Harry. So this... this Voldemort character, is he dead then?”
Harry and Hermione looked uncomfortably at each other, they didn’t want to overly frighten her mother now that she was more understanding of why they had to be at Hogwarts.
“Erm... not quite Mum!” Hermione responded carefully. “It seems that he’s hanging on somehow, and looking for a way to come back from his current state of being. You remember Ginny Weasley and Lucius Malfoy don’t you.”
Mrs Granger nodded and smiled fondly as she recalled the little red-haired girl. She had liked the Weasleys and had been very distressed when things had gone to hell in that bookstore. She remembered Lucius Malfoy as the man who had looked like he belonged in a Nazi SS uniform and shuddered. Hermione continued.
“Well, Mr Malfoy surreptitiously slipped Voldemort’s diary into Ginny’s cauldron at the shop. It seems that the diary was something which housed a bit of Voldemort’s soul. He tried to possess Ginny Weasley... and... and in the end we had to kill the diary to save her. But Professor Dumbledore thinks that there are more of those things.”
“In first year, one of our teachers was possessed by Voldemort proper, but he escaped when Harry stopped him from coming all the way back to life then. Nobody knows where he is right now, but... but there’s no question that he’s trying to come back, and that he’ll try to go after Harry again.”
Jean was alarmed that her son-in-law was a marked man. But she could see the bravery, kindness, and determination in Harry’s eyes, and her heart went out to him. She understood that all people--muggles and wizards alike--were at risk if Voldemort returned fully to the land of the living, and a motherly feeling towards Harry filled her as Hermione went on.
“And then Mr Malfoy was stupid enough to try and attack Harry here at Hogwarts in front of the Minister of Magic. Anyway, that’s why Harry was emancipated--so he could protect himself outside of school without legal repercussions for doing underage magic. And Dumbledore got me emancipated too, for more or less the same reasons, as ‘half-breeds’ like me are considered second-class citizens, or even just filthy creatures to be tormented and abused, by many wizards.”
“Well, that seems quite sensible under the circumstances then.” Mrs Granger sighed, “Goodness knows, given your father’s reaction, and I’m sorry to say my own initial reaction, you would run into even more trouble in our world, and be forced to use magic often. And... and I can understand now why you two felt it necessary to elope. You both must have felt quite alone, together against the world...”
Harry and Hermione both blushed furiously. They had both felt that they only had each other as family. And their faces felt even hotter when Hermione’s mother continued.
“...and I--I understand about the sexual aspect of your relationship. Poppy Pomfrey explained to me that Hermione goes into heat once a month instead of having a period. I’m just glad my Hermione found a nice boy like you Harry...”
After lunch, Harry and Hermione introduced Mrs Granger to their best friends, Parvati and Luna. Jean was astonished that they had intentionally replicated Hermione's potions accident and turned themselves into catgirls at the end of Second Year. Jean was shocked and humbled that they would choose to go to such lengths to put themselves at risk of being ostracised by the wizard world to show solidarity with her daughter.
When Ron and the Weasley twins arrived with their broomsticks and quidditch balls, Hermione’s mother greeted them warmly. Mrs Granger hadn’t seen them since that fateful day at Diagon Alley. She remembered Ron fondly as the boy who Hermione had written to tell her about when he had helped defeat a troll and thrown up slugs to defend her daughter. But Ron struck her as a bit gormless, and lacking in manners, and Jean Granger was extremely pleased that Hermione had chosen a much more suitable companion.
The young trio of cat-witches and Mrs Granger all chatted in the stands while Harry and the Weasley boys played a bit of casual quidditch with Seamus and Dean. Ginny spotted them all at the quidditch pitch, and she dragged Neville over to introduce him to Hermione’s mother.

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Minister Umbridge was often incensed and enraged, but today she was anxious and worried. Arthur Weasley had convinced Ludo Bagman to finally report his underling, Bertha Jorkins, as a missing person. Bertha had last been seen on holiday in Albania, where Voldemort had been rumoured to be hiding.
Minister Umbridge had believed that Barty Crouch Jr was just insane when he had stated under the influence of Veritaserum that Voldemort had sent him to infiltrate the Triwizard tournament. But Bertha’s disappearance was another crucial piece of evidence which appeared to confirm his story.
The Minister mulled over what Crouch's son had told them after he'd been captured at Hogwarts. The Senior Crouch had offered his resignation and sacked his house-elf for their part in the affair, but Umbridge knew that would do her no good, and had left him in charge of the Triwizard Tournament.
Dolores took out a quill and scribbled a memo to Kingsley Shacklebolt. She needed a team of Aurors on this yesterday.
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