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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242704 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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AN: Warning for this chapter: Attempted Rape-NOT Explicit-though the foiling of the rape attempt does include some explicit violence.
A couple of days later, Hermione and Harry looked at the golden egg again for the hundredth time since the First Task trying to work out how to open it and glean its secrets. Ludo Bagman had explained to the Champions the following day that the egg contained cryptic hints about the Second Task.
They had tried numerous spells, and hit the library many times for ideas about how to open the egg. It was nearly time for breakfast though, so Harry sighed and put it back in the desk of the little study in their chambers.
“Well, I’ve got until February 24th Hermione. And it won’t even be New Year for a few days yet.”
Hermione frowned at Harry.
“Once we get the egg open, we’ll still have to work out whatever the puzzle is to tell us what the second task is. And then we’ll have to work out how to deal with whatever the Minister is planning for you in that task Harry. We don’t have a lot of time if you think about it like that.”
Harry sighed again. He knew Hermione was right.
“Yeah, well, look--let’s give it a rest for now Hermione. We’ve got to do our workout after classes, and I’ve got my next metamorph lesson with Tonks this evening too. Then tomorrow evening its fighting lessons with Moody. Then Wednesday evening it’s advanced potions... I suppose there’s always New Years Day though--we’ll have all day then.”
“Then we’ll have Friday evening and next weekend too. We can try and get this bloody thing open by Sunday--so let’s just put this aside until New Years on Thursday alright!?”
Hermione nodded in agreement. What Harry said made sense; he had far too much to be getting on with, and she had to admit that there really wasn’t time for much else over the next few days. But after breakfast, Hermione decided it could wait for the weekend.
That morning the Headmaster announced that the postponed Hogsmeade visit for Third Years would be taking place on New Year’s Day. Hermione thought that she and Harry could both do with getting out of Hogwarts for a few hours.

~o0o~

Draco had been hard at work for over a month, practicing silencing charms, the petrificus totalus curse, and the incarcero spell. Hogsmeade Day had finally arrived and he was ready to put his plans into effect. The Potters and Greengrass were sure to be out of the castle, and security would be stretched thin between the village and the castle.
It was time to put Hogwarts behind him, and find a way to break Father out of Azkaban. The map Nott’s father had sent him showed a secret passage leading from behind the statue of the one-eyed witch to the cellar of Honeydukes. Draco should be able to slip out from there, and the other students in Hogsmeade would provide good cover.
Lucius had promised Draco when he was much younger, that one day he would have his pick of pureblood girls. Draco had always wanted Daphne, much to Pansy’s chagrin. But now Daphne was no longer accessible to him, and if Draco couldn’t have Daphne, he’d have her sister instead.
Gehlen was to meet them at the Shrieking Shack with a long-distance portkey to his Homeland. So far everything was going to plan.
Astoria was moping in the common room wishing she could have joined her sister in Hogsmeade. Her friends had gone outside to play in the snow, but she didn’t feel like getting cold and wet without Daphne to play with. She remained in the common room curled cozily in a poofy armchair by the Slytherin fireplace with her book. Despite the warmth, a chill sent shivers through Astoria’s body.
With a start, Astoria jerked around in her seat. Her aqua eyes widened in fright when she saw Draco leering at her. Astoria tried to tell him to get lost, but she was too late. Draco’s spell hit her. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound emerged.
Terror shook her, and Astoria made a break for the door. Draco shot another spell at her and the blonde girl collapsed on the floor, paralysed completely. Draco cast the incarcero spell for good measure and ropes bound the younger Greengrass.
Hurriedly, Nott tossed the small first year girl over his shoulder and Draco flung his invisibility cloak over the lot of them. They stealthily departed from the Slytherin common room, and crept through the Hallways until they found the statue of the one-eyed witch. Nott spoke the password and the statue made a grinding noise as it slid aside to reveal a dank, dark passage.
It took some time to travel through the tunnel to the Honeydukes cellar and Draco began to get anxious and hot. Sweat dripped from Draco’s forehead, and Nott was puffed from carrying Astoria the entire way.
Cautiously, under cover of the invisibility cloak, they slipped out of Honeyduke’s past a number of other Hogwarts students, and made their way to the edge of town. Finally, Draco and Nott spied the Shrieking Shack, and trudged through the snow towards it.
Draco began to gloat about how smoothly things had gone. They were early. Gehlen wouldn’t be arriving for another 20 minutes at least, plenty of time to play with his prize he thought. Draco stashed his invisibility cloak in his robes and Nott dropped Astoria into a powdery drift by the fence.
“Keep an eye out Nott, I’m going to inspect my new acquisition.” Draco commanded. Nott obeyed Malfoy and kept watch.
Astoria was frightened and the cold cut to the bone. She couldn’t move or scream as Draco began to viciously tear at her clothes.

~o0o~

Harry nearly tripped over Hermione when she came up short with a gasp in front of Honeydukes.
“What’s wrong Hermione?” Harry asked with concern.
“I smell Draco Malfoy.” Hermione replied, furry tail and ears quivering and bristling in consternation. Harry frowned.
“That’s odd! We haven’t seen him since the day he and his friends molested Parvati and Luna.” Harry pondered. “I suppose he got confined to Slytherin House. But how did he get out?”
“I... I smell someone else too Harry--the smell reminds me a bit of Daphne--but we only just left her with Luna and Parvati moments ago.” Hermione said anxiously.
The blood drained from Harry’s face.
“Astoria... Quick, Hermione, can you tell which way they went?”
Hermione nodded, her heart racing as she began to feel panicky. She began to jog in the direction which her nose led. Harry ran close behind her. She picked up speed, which was difficult in the trampled wet snow on the road. Hermione slid a few feet and fell. Cursing, Harry picked up Hermione and set her upright again.
The scent led them right into the woods at the edge of the Forbidden Forest on the side closest to the Village of Hogsmeade. There was a clearing up ahead with several figures near a boarded up hovel. Harry realised that two of the figures were Draco groping a half-naked girl in a snow-drift near the Shrieking Shack.
A white-hot firestorm of Fury blazed through Harry.
Draco looked up with a start when he heard the slosh of footsteps in wet snow approaching and he went ashen.
“POTTER!” Malfoy yelled with fright.
Draco’s hand flew to his wand, and Nott whirled around with a stolen wand in hand just as Gehlen tumbled out of nowhere into a fighting stance, his own wand at the ready.
Harry was too enraged to speak. Wordlessly, Harry whipped his wand three times.
Draco shrieked in agony as his wand hand was severed from his wrist and a scarlet spray of blood blossomed against the white snow. Screams uttered from Nott as his fingers flew and landed nearby in another bloom of red. Gehlen’s own wand hand twitched and went still, separated from its owner in a pool of crimson. But he just groaned in pain.
Hermione’s trembling hands reached into her purse for her handmirror and she sobbed into it.
“Dumbledore, Moody, Tonks, HELP! Anybody...Please! --Can anyone hear me?”
Harry yanked the prone Durmstrang’s velvet Burgundy cloak off him. He wrapped it around Astoria who was turning blue and he lifted her gently. Boiling tears of rage streamed down Harry’s fiery red cheeks. She seemed so tiny and light in his arms.
Harry stalked over to the whimpering Malfoy who was holding his bloody stump with his other hand.
Harry kicked him hard in the balls twice--wrenching more screams from Draco--and finally managed to break his own silence.
“You fucking little coward! You sick piece of shite! I should have just ended you, you bastard!”
Load apparition cracks echoed in the snowy glade which was home to the Shrieking Shack. Moody, Tonks, McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Dumbledore ran over to Harry whose arms held a small girl swathed in a cloak many times too large for her.
Madam Pomfrey could see that Astoria was going into hypothermic shock. Poppy’s face was etched in Horror as she took the delicate girl from Harry’s arms. Without a word, she nodded her head towards Dumbledore as to indicate that he should deal with the rest of those in need and she disapparated with Astoria.
Dumbledore walked slowly to the boys who were sobbing in the blood-stained snow next to their missing hands and digits. His gaze was as icy as the ground they lay on. The Headmaster saw Miss Greengrass’s blazer, underwear, and torn blouse laying nearby. As the moaning criminals looked up at the Headmaster, his piercing blue eyes bore into them.
Albus was sickened by everything he saw, and he felt an urge to vomit. He looked back at Harry sadly, who was being embraced by his weeping wife. Her furry tail was covered in ice and snow and dragging in the slush. Harry swallowed anxiously.
“Well done Harry!” Albus said softly, with a dangerous look in his eyes. “A most fitting reward for their crimes. I appreciate your restraint--not killing them. But I would have understood if you had done so. I shall do my utmost to see them all in Azkaban.”
Dumbledore’s face hardened and he turned to address Moody and Tonks with an iron voice.
“Please see to it that Shacklebolt, Dawlish, and the other Aurors deal with this filth. I’ve seen as much of them as I care to today. Dress their wounds, but be sure to immediately have veritaserum administered, and their memories examined in a pensieve before they are admitted to St Mungo’s. Please also have Mr Malfoy’s illegal wand examined.”
“You will find all the spells which he has cast recently on Miss Greengrass. A close inspection will also find traces of Mr Malfoy’s hands on Miss Greengrass’s clothing and person. Take the evidence to Madam Bones immediately, before the Minister has a chance to interfere with the investigation.”

~o0o~
A little cough from the doorway alerted DMLE Head, Madam Amelia Bones to the presence of Minister Umbridge. The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement looked up to see the Minister smiling at her insipidly. Amelia’s jaw tightened. Dumbledore had warned her of this.
“May I be of assistance Minister?” she inquired coolly.
“I am curious to find out more about the Potter Incident.” Minister Umbridge responded with a honeyed voice.
“If you are referring to the Malfoy Affair, the full report is available.” Madam Bones said stiffly.
“Quite! I’ve read it, but I do have some concerns that not all points of view have been adequately addressed.”
Madam Bones arched one eyebrow.
“Oh? All the evidence is enclosed, and it is incontrovertible that the crime of kidnaping, and the attempted rape of a minor was committed by Draco Malfoy, accompanied by Theodore Nott.”
Minister Umbridge emitted a girlish giggle, and Madam Bones’ blood ran cold.
“Come now, Amelia, boys will be boys. The alleged assaulter is but a child himself. Surely he thought it was a bit of innocent fun.”
Madam Bones had dismissed Headmaster Dumbledore’s suspicions regarding the assassination of Cornelius Fudge as ludicrous. Now she was far less certain. She made a note to herself to begin a full investigation of the Minister immediately.
“Really, Dolores? You are aware, are you not, that Warlock Greengrass pressed full charges, as did Mr Patil for a prior assault by the young Mr Malfoy on Mr Patil’s daughter when she finally reported it, giving us the authority to conduct a complete investigation. The veritaserum confession, the pensieve examination, the wand inspection of Mr Malfoy’s illegally purchased wand, Miss Greengrass’s torn clothing, and Miss Greengrass’s physical injuries, all constitute absolute proof of the converse. Due to the conclusive nature of the evidence, a trial is not warranted.”
Dolores’s smile vanished. She did know that, but had hoped that Madam Bones would see reason when presented politely by someone of higher authority.
“Surely Madam Malfoy has something to say about all of this.” Dolores offered, in a chillier tone.
“Oh, she did indeed Dolores. Madam Malfoy demanded that the Senior Malfoy have no access to her son as long as they shall both reside in Azkaban. It is her hope that someday--after a very lengthy sentence--her son will recognise the error of his ways.”
Dolores was floored. She gaped at the Head of the DMLE in disbelief. That part wasn’t in the report, but it wouldn’t be of course, as such demands by the Madams and Warlocks of the Pureblood Houses were always kept off-record.
As she had nowhere else to go, Minister Umbridge tried another tack.
“And what of Mr Potter, surely his own actions--the use of a dark curse to mutilate three children--warrant an investigation.”
“Indeed,” Amelia Bones responded, “Warlock Potter and his wife immediately volunteered their own testimony under veritaserum, and their own memories for examination by pensieve. And he offered his wand up for inspection.”
“Aurors Shacklebolt, Dawlish, and myself have determined that the curse employed was not subject to Unforgivable Statute, and that it was used entirely for defensive purposes. Again, the evidence is Sustained as Absolute, and the DMLE will not be pursuing any actions in that regard. Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Dolores?”
Recognising defeat, Minister Dolores Umbridge regarded Madam Bones shrewdly.
“That will be all. Carry on.” Dolores concluded with a return to her girlish demeanor.

~o0o~
Harry flinched when Mr Greengrass and Mrs Greengrass both embraced him. It still made Harry extremely anxious to have adults touch him.
Mr and Mrs Patil also both insisted on hugging Harry. Parvati had been convinced by Professor McGonagall to come forward in an effort to ensure that Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott would be expelled from Hogwarts and sent to Azkaban for as long as the law would allow for a Minor.
Professor Snape had revealed to the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall that Parvati had been the other most aggrieved victim of the previous assault as soon as he had been informed of the New Year’s Day attack. The Patil’s had been notified immediately, and they had done their part to assist in the prosecution of Malfoy and Nott.
Severus had wanted to expel Crabbe and Goyle too, but there was no clear evidence that they had any knowledge of the kidnapping and attempted rape of Astoria Greengrass. They were only aware that Draco was bent on escaping from Hogwarts and breaking his father out of Azkaban.
“Mr Potter, my family will forever be indebted to you and your wife for your courageous acts in protecting our daughters,” Mr Greengrass fought back tears as he spoke. “If you and your wife hadn’t been there...”
Mr Greengrass’s attempts to hold back the dam failed as he choked up and lost his voice. His wife took him in her arms, tears welling in her own eyes.
Mr Patil’s face was grim. He addressed the headmaster openly and directly.
“Professor Dumbledore, my family has only been in Britain a few generations--not long enough to wield any political power. But if there is anything I can to do to aid you in your attempts to end the corruption at the Ministry, I will do whatever is in my power as long as I know that you have the best interests of Mr Potter and his wife at heart.”
Mrs Greengrass spoke for her husband.
“Our family concurs with the Patils. Of course, Astoria will be coming home with us after we return to St Mungo’s to be by her side. But I have been given to understand that you have already placed our other daughter in a protected wing of the castle with Mr Potter and his wife.”
“You will have our full support in the Wizengamot--we will do our utmost to see you returned as Chief Warlock--as long as you continue to be so proactive in the protection of the Potters and our daughter.”
The Headmaster’s visage was as inscrutable as Professor Snape’s, but indeed he felt a large measure of shame for the fact that he had neglected Harry’s best interests in the pursuit of his goal to end Voldemort for so long, until his wife’s unfortunate potions accident had unleashed a chain of events which had broken the Prophecy and caused his inner circle to stand firm against his own crumbling plans.
Albus Dumbledore’s eyes had been opened to his own exceeding arrogance by his staff’s incredible show of support for the young Potters. And there was no going back. The only way out was forward together into an uncertain future with new allies.
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