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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Unable to stay asleep any longer after a disturbed night, Albus Dumbledore poured himself a hot cup of Darjeeling, squeezed in a bit of lemon and stirred in a single spoon of sugar. Fawkes grumbled and squawked at having been woken so early--as did the portrait of Phineas Nigellus which Albus just ignored.
The Headmaster was pleased that moving Petunia and Dudley Evans into Number 12 with Jean Granger and her sister had gone smoothly. It would not have been at all feasible without a wizard to manage the magical residence and monitor the situation, but Abby Brixton appeared to be doing a fine job, and she had indicated that things had been going as well as could be expected the past couple of months, given the disparate personalities of the family members of both Potters.
At first, when Harry had asked the Headmaster for help, Albus had been reticent, but it hadn't taken him more than a few seconds to realise that Lily’s protection charms would only work against Tom Riddle and his minions at Number 4. The Ministry had access, and given Minister Dolores Umbridge’s agenda, that made her far more dangerous than Voldemort had ever been.
The Minister’s political skills were masterful, and her agenda--much the same as Voldemort’s--threatened to undo over a century of progress in wizarding Britain in a way which Riddle could never have hoped to achieve except through brute force.
As "Lord" Voldemort, Tom Riddle had frightened many into seeing things his way, but his habit of murdering his own supporters in fits of psychotic rage had also made that support rather wobbly. A fact that the current Minister had exploited to her advantage in Voldemort's absence.
Making Number 12 the home of Lily’s sister was the only logical option, and Albus Dumbledore had been once again impressed by the moral and intellectual maturity of Harry Potter. Albus desperately hoped that Harry would survive this last, most deadly task. And if Harry did indeed live beyond today, the Headmaster knew that Lily's son now had a home which was secure against all fronts.
But it was also clear that if Harry survived, that the Minister would escalate and move to secure the Ministry completely in an effort to drive Harry Potter and the Order underground. Amelia Bones was in danger. The Minister would surely find some means to wrest the DMLE from her control. And then the Minister would no doubt attempt to take Hogwarts at her earliest opportunity.
Dumbledore dipped his quill in the inkpot and began to scribble a rough plan to present to the Order at the next meeting.
Dawlish and Shacklebolt would have to stay glued to Amelia for the time being, but she would not be safe in her own home. Harry had indicated that he would feel better if the Evanses and his wife’s family had extra magical protection. Perhaps if Amelia and Alastor also took up temporary residence in Number 12 that would meet everyone’s needs.
As to the Order itself, it was clear that Hogwarts could not be left unattended over the summer. It would no doubt be targeted by both Tom Riddle and the Minister. It might be best for the Professors to remain at Hogwarts this year. And every effort must be made to protect the members of the School’s Board of Governors. Their homes must be provided with the highest levels of security.
Meanwhile, further efforts were necessary to locate and finish Riddle and his horcruxes. The Minister had become by far the bigger threat, and as long as Voldemort was a thorn in the Order’s side, their attention was divided.
And as to the odd magical power surges, one thing at least had been made clear by the instruments which monitored Hogwarts, the magic was highly purified and refined beyond anything Albus had borne witness to in his lifetime. Traces of such magic in recent history could be found only in ancient magical sites around Europe and the Isles which were currently ascribed to primeval Goddess worshippers by muggles.
The only other time Dumbledore had personally come across anything similar was during a tour of the Orient when he had been introduced to an Ashram in India, a Temple in Tibet, and a Temple in China’s Wudang range, all of which bore the signature of similar magic, and all of them the only schools dedicated to witchcraft in otherwise male dominated magical traditions. But their secrets had been fiercely guarded by the witches who maintained them.
If anything, the mysterious magic had strengthened every defence which Hogwarts possessed. With each event, four in just the course of last night's dinner-time, and the one several months ago, the power of the protection charms which warded the castle had increased tenfold. The source must be discovered and given every opportunity to grow and flourish. With some direction, the magic could be utilised to provide an unmatchable level of security for Hogwarts.
Confident now that he had addressed all concerns, Albus Dumbledore lay down his quill, sighed, and poured himself a fresh cup of tea.

~o0o~

Breakfast in the Great Hall was bedlam. Classes were dismissed for the day, though there were very few schooldays left before the end of June. And many officials and the parents of students had arrived early even though the task wasn’t scheduled until dusk.
Dora had been surprised when Fleur sleepily opened the Potters’ door wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Fleur turned crimson when she realised what she had done.
“Oi... er... it’s getting a bit late.” Dora said awkwardly, turning as pink as her hair, “Breakfast is starting in 10 minutes and the Champions are supposed to be greetin’ foreign dignitaries. Is Harry ready yet?”
“Oh, I think he ees getting ready wiz... er...” Fleur began.
“Who’s that Fleur? Oh... Hello Dora!” Luna beamed, her fluffy white tail poking out of the back of her dressing gown. “Harry’s in the shower with Hermione, he’ll be right out.”
Dora began to feel a bit faint and flushed a deeper shade of red. Were ALL of the Unaffiliateds in the Potters’ quarters? The answer to that question resolved itself when she spotted Daphne in the doorway of the Potters’ bedroom.
“Is there another dressing gown? I think I left my clean clothes in my sitting r... Eeeep!” Daphne squeaked when she saw Dora. Quickly she pulled the bedroom door in front of her nakedness. Dora’s eyes began to pop.
“I’ll... I’ll just wait out ‘ere for a bit for you and Harry, Fleur,” Dora groaned, “I’m supposed to be escorting you lot...”
Dora hurriedly shut the Potters’ front door and leaned back against it, trying to calm down. A tingly feeling surged as she imagined what they had all been getting up to.
“Stop it Dora... you’re a professional...” she muttered to herself, “or at least a professional-in-trainin’...”
But at that moment, Dora felt very much the Hogwarts schoolgirl again. It would be only three years since she herself had graduated at the end of June after all. She managed to pull herself together by the time Harry and Hermione emerged, their own faces flushed with embarrassment. Dora did her best not to smirk as they were followed out in single file by Fleur, Parvati, Daphne, and Luna.

~o0o~

“There he is--the little Dark-Lord-in-Training himself,” Amos Diggory sneered loudly when he spied Harry strolling into the Great Hall, “Watch your back in there Cedric. He might use that Dark Curse on you...”
Harry’s face darkened. Fleur and Hermione flushed angrily, and Auror-in-Training Tonks looked like she was about to lay into Amos herself; Daphne, Parvati, and Luna cringed.
“SHUT-IT Father!” Cedric snarled and his voice rose, “You don’t bloody know what you’re talking about. All you do is parrot the rubbish in the Prophet and I’m done with it... In fact, I’m done with YOU!”
“How many times do I have to tell you that if it weren’t for Harry, that I would have never got past the Dragon? And if it weren’t for him my girlfriend would probably still be at the bottom of the lake! Harry’s a good person and he’s my friend.”
Cedric turned his back on his gobsmacked father and stalked away. Harry thought Cedric’s mum looked rather proud of her son though.
“Don’t pay any attention to him Harry,” Cedric said emphatically as he put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “He’s just an idiot who believes whatever he reads in that Ministry-loving Rag.”
“Er... Alright then,” Harry swallowed uncomfortably, realising how hard it must have been for Cedric to finally stand up to his father, “Thanks for sticking up for me Cedric.”
Dora hoped that the awkwardness was over and that she could get back to doing her job and lead her charges over to the additional table laid out for the officials in the center of the Great Hall. Her face fell when she saw a middle-aged woman with red hair bearing down on Harry.

~o0o~

Molly Weasley spied Nymphadora Tonks enter the Great Hall with Harry from the staff table where she had just finished chatting with Poppy Pomfrey. She heard Cedric Diggory shouting at Amos and flushed as she watched the son turn his back on the father in support of Harry Potter. Steeling herself, Molly made her way through the crowded Hall.
As she drew nearer to Harry, Molly’s eyes narrowed when she saw Nymphadora’s face darken. Mrs Weasley hoped that Tonks wouldn’t make things any more difficult than they had to be before Molly said her piece.
Harry groaned inwardly and halted when he saw Mrs Weasley. He put his arm around Hermione’s waist, drawing her closer as her furry tail curled over his shoulders. A knot of anxiety gripped Harry's stomach. Molly smiled at the Potters stiffly, her face reddening.
“Harry--Hermione, I...” Molly choked up momentarily, then pulled herself together, “I can’t thank you enough for looking after Ron and saving him from that bully.”
“Especially after... well after everything that Ron put you two through himself. I didn’t really know how poorly he had treated you both, but the Twins and Ginny set me straight on that score. You’ve done so much for my family Harry...both of you really. For Ginny--and for Ron...”
Harry wondered if he should say something when Molly paused, but Mrs Weasley continued and he decided to just let her say whatever she wanted to say and get it over with.
“I...I want to apologise for my behaviour when I last saw you two. I’m so sorry. It was very wrong of me to have interfered. The thought of children facing...” Molly heaved a sob, “...children facing Death is just more than I can handle sometimes. Children deserve to be protected from fear and suffering by adults... they deserve to grow up with nurturing and love.”
“But of course Harry--it is your Right to face it head on, and your own burden to bear. You are at the centre of things after all. And Hermione, as Harry’s wife, of course you would be at his side.”
“That is how it... how it...” Molly sobbed again before continuing in a heartbroken voice and dabbing at her teary eyes with a hankie, “...That’s how it should be.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching, and I realised eventually that you two aren’t really children anymore. Goodness knows you two behaved far more like adults than I did. I... I just didn’t want to see either of you hurt anymore than you have already been.”
“When I first found out about your Uncle Vernon, Harry--after Mr Lovegood’s article--I stormed into Hogwarts and read the Headmaster the riot act. I couldn't believe he’d left you unattended in the house of a Monster for so many years. Arthur had to literally pick me up and carry me into Dumbledore’s fireplace while I was screaming blue murder...” Molly's voice was broken by another sob.
“And Hermione, last year, when Fred and George got home from Hogwarts and told me how Ron had been treating you after your potions accident, I had a fit. I gave him bread and milk for supper for a month when he came home last summer...”
“...and to think... to think that I might have ever thought that you and Ron might ever have something together... well, I can only say that never have I been more wrong about anything in my life.”
Molly stopped talking abruptly, and Harry wondered if she’d finished, but she finally managed to round out her thought.
“If anybody was ever meant to be together, it’s you two. You both deserve a long and happy life together...” Molly concluded as tears streamed down her scarlet cheeks, before wheeling about to find her husband.
Dora blinked back her own tears, moved deeply by Molly’s heartfelt apology. She had never seen the Weasley Matriarch so abject before. Dora glanced at Harry and Hermione who were similarly displaying signs of distress.
“Oh bugger it!” Dora huffed, “Forget the bloody ‘dignitaries.’ They can all sod off--it’s mostly just the Minister’s foreign pals anyway. Go ‘ave breakfast--I’ll deal with ‘em...”
Harry peered at Fleur and Hermione, uncertain. He didn’t want Dora to get in trouble.
“Go on you lot. I mean it. I’ve got this!” the Auror-in-Training said firmly, tears still glistening in her lashes. “You just get through that maze in one piece, alright!?”
“Thanks a ton, Dora,” Harry said gratefully, “For everything...”

AN: response to reviews:
@ staar: It's almost here... If everything goes smoothly, the Third Task should be up by some time tomorrow.
@ Anon: This should give you an idea of what Dumbledore's reaction will be... ;-)
Surprisingly enough, the Third Task taking place in the evening is Canon. It actually takes place after dinner in GOF, the book.
@ Original-Sin: Yes! .... Haha! ... :D I update fairly frequently. I try to get at least 2 or 3 chapters a week up.
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