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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242702 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Auror Abigail Brixton glanced at Madam Bones when she entered the Department Chief’s office before noticing the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Potters. Abigail had never met Harry or his wife, but she, like many Aurors close to Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shacklebolt, had nothing but admiration for the young man.
Nonetheless, it was a bit disconcerting to be called to a meeting with Albus Dumbledore and the boy who was responsible for not only the defeat of You-Know-Who, but who had also personally sent two Death Eaters and their scion to Azkaban. Auror Brixton shook both Potters’ hands shyly when Amelia introduced them.
“Abby,” Madam Bones began, “I know this is an odd request, as the DMLE is not generally disposed to providing personal protection details for muggle civilians, but the Headmaster believes that the immediate families of the Potters could be targeted by the Minister for Sanction... I concur. And for obvious reasons, such a situation is untenable.”
“I suggested that you might be the best suited to this task--if you are willing and the Potters agree. This would mean that for the time-being you would be taking up residence in Warlock Potter’s home.”
“Of course Ma’am,” Auror Brixton replied quickly.
The Headmaster’s piercing gaze always made Abby feel uncomfortable, but she breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes softened and he gave her a wink. Nervously, Abby turned her own gaze to Hermione Potter’s twitching ears and flicking tail.
Mrs Potter smiled, sensing nothing but kindness and good intentions in the Auror. She gave her husband a nod and it was settled when Warlock Potter gave his own approval to the middle-aged Auror.
“You can call me Harry...” he grinned.

~o0o~

“Abby seems really nice. She doesn’t seem as stiff as most of the other Aurors. I just wish Madam Bones could spare someone else too.” Harry mused once he and Hermione were back at Hogwarts in their private chambers.
“She’s really sweet--and completely trustworthy," Hermione responded warmly, "She feels very strongly protective towards you Harry. I suppose Madam Bones suggested her because she’s muggleborn and will know how to get on with Mum, Auntie Joanne, and Petunia,” Hermione responded warmly, “I sensed a lot of compassion and empathy in Auror Brixton....”
“I... I’m a bit more concerned about Mum and Petunia being under the same roof together to be honest.”
“Really? Why?” Harry asked, perplex crossing his features.
Hermione blushed, smiling bashfully.
“Since last year, Mum’s grown quite attached to you Harry. I don’t think she’ll be very happy with Petunia for how horribly she treated you all those years, and for letting Vernon and Dudley hurt you.”
“Oh, I... er... I didn’t think about that.” Harry looked at his feet pensively, “Are you sure? I mean, after... you know... your dad. Maybe your mum will understand Petunia...”
Hermione’s blush turned into a flustered pained expression.
“That’s just it Harry... Mum isn’t quite so forgiving as you. She won’t understand why Petunia never left Vernon before he got arrested.”
“Mum told me that she’s filed for divorce. Dad tried to get her back. He went to Auntie Joanne’s place in Glasgow and begged Mum to come home. He promised he’d never hit her again. But she told him she wasn’t going to give him another chance to hurt her again anyway.”
“Oh...” Harry said again, even more awkwardly, “But...but what about you? Didn’t your dad even ask about you?”
Tears welled in Hermione’s eyes; Harry wished he hadn’t said anything.
“Yes... he said I could come back home too... and that I didn’t have to have the surgery or leave Hogwarts--but... but Mum said she wasn’t going to give him the chance to hurt me either,” Hermione heaved a big sob.
“She said... she said Dad is still angry about you being married to me. He wants to have our marriage annulled... ” Hermione sobbed again.
“But that’s impossible, and even if we could I would never let it happen...” Harry interjected furiously, “I didn’t even know it until the wedding clerk mentioned it in Mr Lovegood’s article, but apparently we made an Unbreakable Vow when we got married...”
“I know Harry. I showed Mum the article yesterday. She knows too now. But Dad doesn’t understand magic; he doesn’t even want to try--unlike Mum, who has more or less accepted it. He admits it himself in this letter that he gave Mum to give to me. Dad says he doesn’t want to hear about magic, but that if I insist on continuing at Hogwarts he can ‘live with it’...”
Hermione paused, tears flowing as she tried to contain another sob and passed the letter she had received from her father to Harry. His face fell as he quickly glanced over it. It was an appallingly odd mixture of dubious contrition, negotiation, and demand. Hermione continued,
“...and Mum says... Mum apparently told him that he doesn’t understand Love either...”
Hermione trailed off as her floodgate burst and she collapsed into sobs in Harry’s arms. Harry was forced to agree with Jean Granger.

~o0o~

As the weeks wore on and Spring blossomed, Harry and Hermione spent every spare moment in the library or training with the rest of the Unaffiliateds. Fleur, Daphne, Luna and Parvati had taken to joining them in their daily calisthenics as well, and practicing spellwork and fighting together in the Room of Requirement.
Harry really hoped nobody else was getting any ideas about the maze, but after Hermione’s reaction, he realised that there was really nothing he could do to stop them--short of getting the Headmaster involved.
But that really wasn’t an option. Feeling that it would be a grotesque betrayal, Harry dismissed the thought without even really considering it, deciding that it was better for his friends to be prepared properly for whatever choices they made. Every one of the girls had all made it very clear that they loved him and each other perhaps as much as Hermione did.
At meal-times, the Mingling Table expanded to make room for the others who had begun leaving their own tables to join the Unaffiliateds and their “Regulars” since Harry had saved Ron from McLaggen.
Padma had already taken to sitting at the table with them fairly frequently since Luna had left Ravenclaw, and now Cho, with Cedric by her side, could often be found at their end of the table conversing with Luna, Padma, and Parvati.
Every so often the Creevey’s would sit in for lunch or dinner. Harry hoped Viktor and Lavender wouldn’t be too put off by the garrulous boy and his camera. But he didn’t really have to worry as Viktor and Neville both appeared to be amused whenever Lavender cheerfully engaged Colin and Ginny in gossip.
Occasionally Ron and Seamus would quietly join the table, but they seemed more inclined to keep to themselves these days, though the Twins and Angelina were always welcoming towards them both.
After Susan Bones made a point of introducing herself to Harry and Hermione as Amelia Bones’ niece one day at breakfast, Hannah Abbott and Ernie MacMillan followed her from the Hufflepuff table to join her that evening at dinner. A few meals together later, Hermione mirthfully noticed that Dean seemed to have been smitten by Susan’s titian hair and was chatting her up.
One evening, several weeks after making friends with the Slytherin, Harry grinned when Blaise Zabini strolled over to the Mingling Table arm in arm with Tracey Davis and Pansy Parkinson. Blaise smirked and gave Harry a wink. Apparently Blaise had managed to convince them it wouldn’t be so scary if they all made a show of force, while maintaining his "image" in the process. A few evenings after that several of Astoria’s First and Second Year Slytherin friends felt brave enough to join them, quietly thanking Harry for saving Astoria and sending Draco to Azkaban with only one hand.
Harry felt overwhelmed by all of the support. This was nothing like the attention he had got for being the “Boy-Who-Lived,” or the alleged “Heir-of-Slytherin,” or the “Cat-Witches’ Protector,” “Dark-Lord-in-Training,” or “Hogwarts Champion.” Everyone seemed genuinely interested in the Real Harry who stuck up for anyone in need and valued kindness and friendship above all else.

~o0o~

The wrought-iron gates of the estate were now visible through the beech trees which lined the avenue at the edge of the woods. Yaxley and Avery cautiously stayed low behind the bushes with a scruffy hooligan firmly in hand. The last thing they wanted to do was trip the protection charms which warded the manor and its grounds, alerting the Dark Lord to their presence.
“This is it then? You’re certain?” Yaxley harshly inquired, his wand pressed forcefully into the temple of the tattooed thug with a nose ring and spiky black hair.
“Yeah...” gasped the hoodlum, “Tha’s it then... The Dark Lord’s ‘ouse...”
“You’d better not be lyin’...” Avery said roughly.
“If there’s one thing the Minister hates, it’s liars...” Yaxley sneered.
“I’m tellin’ ye, tha’s it mate... e’s in there with ‘is second in command. Some bloke name o’ Wormtail... an’ some young muggle bint they got locked up in the basement. There’s a couple other blokes too... got ‘is mark on their arms... ”
Yaxley and Avery glanced at each other, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the idea of Wormtail as the Dark Lord’s General.
“Good enough then,” Yaxley nodded approvingly, “I reckon you might get a pardon from the Minister if you’re as forthcoming with her. Time to go then...”
“I don’t think you’re going anywhere, traitors...” growled an all too familiar voice, and the hairs on Yaxley and Avery’s necks rose.
A bolt of red lightning arced from Avery’s wand towards Fenrir Greyback. The werewolf rolled into the bushes, dodging the stunner easily. Yaxley shoved the spiky haired ruffian, sending him sprawling into the underbrush and whirled to face another lycan bearing down on him.
Avery vanished with a cracking sound, but not before an obliviating spell from Fenrir’s wand struck him. Yaxley’s stunner was too late. His screams rent the cool evening air as the second werewolf savagely tore off Yaxley’s wand arm with his teeth, crimson blood spattering the foliage in the clearing.

~o0o~

As the beginning of summer and the Third Task drew near, Harry felt even more certain about his decision. Viktor and Cedric peered at Harry in puzzlement from their armchairs, wondering why he had invited them to his quarters a week before the Task.
Harry sat on the settee between Hermione and Fleur, his wife’s furry tail flicking expectantly. Harry glanced at both of the girls nervously; each took one of his hands and gave them an encouraging squeeze. Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath before launching assertively into his proposition.
“Right... well, I really don’t give a hang who gets the Goblet--either one of you can have it, or we can all take it together. It’s more important that we all get through this alive. You’ve both had a chance to prepare for the creatures we were told about, and the ones from Mr Lovegood’s list which we expect will be added.”
“I think we should all work together. Fleur and I will be entering first, but we’ll wait for you two to arrive and then we can all fight through the maze as a team... And you should both know, Hermione’s decided she’s coming too...”
“You’re joking Potter...?” gasped Cedric.
Viktor nodded his assent.
“My Headmaster has been in a much better mood lately,” Viktor smiled ironically, “I do not really know vy, but for some reason, I sink it has somezing to do with you Harry. I svear, I do not know vot has come over him, but he told me zat it is more important zat I survive zan win.”
“Good... that’s good then, Viktor,” Harry acknowledged, “So what about it Cedric...? All of us... together?”
Cedric swallowed nervously. It was clear that Harry meant every word of it. He wasn’t sure what shocked him more, that Harry was willing to give up the Goblet, or that he was letting Hermione join them in the maze. But either way, Cedric knew what the right thing to do was.
“Er...Alright, I’m in too then... Harry!”
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