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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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Harry woke when he felt lips pressed against his. He blinked slowly and stirred as a second pair of lips kissed him. Two soft figures snuggled against him, filling him with warmth.
“Merci, Mon Cher...” Fleur murmured, running her fingers through Harry’s mess of hair. “Breakfast was vairy nice.”
“Thank you Harry,” Hermione kissed him again and smiled, her own fingers trailing across his chest. “It was lovely. I feel much better now.”
Harry sat up grinning and stretched, putting one arm around his wife and the other around Fleur.
“What time is it?” Harry asked after returning their kisses.
“About 2:30 pm Harry. Madam Pomfrey says we can finish recuperating in our quarters now.” Hermione replied, “Fleur and I woke a couple of hours ago and ate the breakfast that you had Dobby bring us. But Madam Pomfrey said to let you sleep a bit more.”
“Ze Headmaster, ‘e came to visit,” Fleur mentioned, “He said zat we--all of us, ze Unaffiliateds--should meet him in his office later zis evening...”

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Headmaster Dumbledore smiled, his eyes sparkling as he gazed warmly at the six students seated in cozy armchairs before his desk shortly after the conclusion of the feast. But he blushed as he pondered how best to reveal his reasons for inviting Harry, his wife, and their girlfriends to his office.
Fawkes fluttered his wings and uttered a soft musical note of encouragement. Feeling all eyes expectantly upon him, Dumbledore sobered slightly as he considered the dark news that required him to make the odd request. He cleared his throat and began.
“Ahem... thank you all for coming tonight. I suppose I should begin by expressing my delight that you, Harry, and your wife and Miss Delacour, are safely still among us at the conclusion of the Tournament--and that the rest of you are safe and sound as well.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as he peered at Parvati, Luna, and Daphne.
“And I should also express the gratitude of myself, Professor Sprout, Headmaster Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime for the solidarity and bravery displayed by every last one of you.”
Daphne flushed and flickered her lashes, casting her eyes down.
“Yes, even you Miss Greengrass.” Dumbledore continued, “I have no doubt that had Mr Potter not requested you remain as his outside contact, that you would have been among the rest of the Champions. And truly, you should ALL consider yourselves as Champions.”
“Along with Mr Krum and Mr Diggory, you have all demonstrated the courage and generosity necessary for the bonds of friendship which will see us all through the dark times ahead of us,” the Headmaster sighed, his features taking on a more serious expression. “I would that these ties have been forged under better circumstances, but I could not be more proud of you all. And I would like to congratulate Mr Potter for being the Finalist of the Tournament”
The Headmaster paused as the Unaffiliateds glanced at each other and turned pink, the cat-witches’ furry ears and tails twitching shyly. Harry swallowed and met Albus’s eyes, feeling an odd mix of joy and trepidation; his heart swelled and his stomach tightened.
“Thank you Sir! I’m just happy that we all made it through alive--I really don’t care who won.”
“Indeed,” the Headmaster replied softly, “That is why I am especially proud of you Harry. You not only found the Courage and Fortitude necessary to see your own way through these deadly tasks, but you also displayed Leadership, Kindness, and Generosity of Spirit, seeing everyone safely through the tournament.”
“And as I have already stated, these are the qualities we shall all need in abundance in the times we face ahead of us. You have all displayed these qualities... and much more--and that is why I find myself in the position of requesting that you all remain at Hogwarts this summer...”
Harry’s jaw dropped and the girls uttered a collective gasp.
“Many people witnessed what happened above the maze Harry,” the Headmaster’s gaze caught Harry’s eyes again, “But of all the witnesses, I believe that I may be the only one who has an inkling of what actually occurred.”
“Sir?” Harry peered questioningly back into the Headmaster’s eyes, knowing that Professor Dumbledore would have some answers for his unspoken quandary. He allowed the Headmaster to reach into his mind for the answers which he himself could not find.
The Headmaster smiled in satisfaction and blushed again at the confirmation he found. His eyes twinkled again as he steeled his nerves.
“Well... this is indeed an awkward position for a Headmaster to be in... Let me explain. Harry, you and your wife did in fact generate a dual patronus charm. A most powerful, and most unusual form of patronus charm--a charm fueled by a most potent Love--and perhaps a bit more...”
“A very odd series of events occurred during dinner the night before last, and also during dinner several months ago... a magical ‘power surge’ of sorts caused the lights to go out in Hogwarts--not to mention giving the House-Elves quite a lot of chandeliers, lamps, crystal vases, and mirrors to repair...”
The Unaffiliateds all turned crimson in embarrassment and squirmed guiltily in their seats as the Headmaster pushed forth.
“I must say Harry, I am quite impressed at the loyalty you inspire. Neither Alastor or Nymphadora saw fit to reveal the location of your secret training exercises to anyone, including myself. In any case, it would appear that your... erm... exploits in the watery crystalline environment conjured by the magical room transferred the magic released by said exploits throughout the foundation of Hogwarts itself.”
“Wait... are you saying that the water and the crystal chamber of the fairy grotto acted as a sort of magical conductor?” Hermione asked in astonishment, embarrassment temporarily forgotten.
“In a manner of speaking, much as if an electrical charge had been introduced to a pool of saltwater...” the Headmaster replied.
“So that’s why we didn’t all have to actually to be touching at the same time, unlike when we’re in our private chambers,” Harry mused. “The water connected us...”
“...and transferred the energy into the Room of Requirement...” Hermione continued excitedly.
“...releasing eet into ze vairy walls of ‘ogwarts eetself...” gasped Fleur.
“But how does that explain what our patronuses did Sir?” Harry asked, puzzled.
“It does not,” the Headmaster responded, “That only explains how the... er... Sex-Magic was so easily transferred between yourselves and throughout the entire castle.”
“What happened to the Dementors can only be explained by the fact that somehow, the extremely high magical frequencies produced by your loving sexual encounters, were amplified and multiplied a thousandfold by the strength of your bonds of affection for one another.”
“But Sir... doesn’t that fly in the face of Magical Core Theory?” Hermione queried.
“Yes, it does indeed Mrs Potter! But then I’ve never been satisfied that said theory held much water anyway.” Dumbledore punned, eliciting a groan from Parvati as her furry ears twitched mirthfully.
Luna whisked her fluffy white tail and listened attentively, her limpid eyes bulging as she soaked up the new information. Daphne too, focused intensely on the conversation, not wanting to miss a word.
“Wizards--as living biological entities--are to be more properly regarded as generators of magic, they are not like batteries to be filled and depleted, and magic does not fundamentally behave like electricity, though electricity itself can be viewed as a much lower order or frequency of magic...” Dumbledore continued.
“Magic is like the Force, isn’t it!?” Harry stated with exhilaration. Hermione’s eyes widened, and she nodded. The rest of the wizards--even Dumbledore--peered at Harry in bewilderment.
“Er... sorry. It’s an idea from a muggle entertainment, a film called Star Wars. ‘The Force’ is sort of a primary ‘energy field’ which everything is built on--supposedly it flows between everything and is always present, but is also generated by all living beings...”
“Ah, yes Harry,” the Headmaster nodded, “Indeed. Magic follows Intent, and it can only do so because Magic is always extant, a priori, and always surrounds us. The strength and power of magic spells are based primarily on the ability of a wizard to direct the flow of Magic. That ability is hampered when the mind is unfocused or when the Will is weak.”
“And when people are physically ill, injured, weakened, or unhappy, they are less able to focus their Intent, and can sometimes lose their Will altogether--making it impossible for them to perform even the simplest of charms until such a time as they have recovered themselves. However, that is not all there is to the matter. There is also Light and Dark...”
“Just like in Star Wars...” Harry grinned. Hermione giggled, her furry ears twitching, bushy tail twirling happily; she pounced proudly on her husband and kissed him on the cheek.
“Quite,” responded Dumbledore in amusement, “In any case, there are many frequencies of ‘Light,’ and it is not known if there is any upper limit. As I pointed out moments ago, electromagnetic fields can themselves be considered extremely low frequencies of magic.”
Hermione frowned thoughtfully; one thing was still bothering her.
“Why does magic still interfere with electricity then?” she asked, “When Harry and I installed a television and a computer at our home in London last summer, we had to magically enchant them so that they could operate without it.”
Dumbledore considered the question briefly before responding,
“There was a wizard whose life spanned the turn of the last century--skilled in both alchemy and muggle engineering--who was snubbed by both the Wizarding world and the Muggle world for his ideas regarding the hierarchy of resonant frequencies, and the amplification and transmission of electricity and magic. His name was Nikola Tesla.”
“In his view, and in mine, higher frequencies could produce powerful and unpredictable effects hitherto undiscovered by those of us working with lower orders of energy. Higher orders of magical energy operate far above lower orders like electricity, but as electricity is still a form of magical energy, those higher energies can still create havoc with the lower energies in regions where the generation of magic is highly concentrated.”
“You yourselves, in your loving sexual encounters generated magic of such high frequency and power that it interfered with the magic of Hogwarts. However, the magic of Hogwarts--with each ‘system reboot’ as it were--was able to adapt to it and absorb it, bringing up the levels of order and strengthening the magic of the entire school...”
“Like the Sword of Gryffindor...” Hermione gasped.
“...Hogwarts imbibes what makes it stronger...” Harry continued, his eyes shining. Hermione went on, as full understanding began to flood her brain.
“...and because we ALL love each other without reserve or jealousy--rather than some of us just loving Harry and some of us just loving Fleur, for example--the mathematic level of the frequency and power must increase on some sort of logarithmic exponential scale.”
“Indeed,” Dumbledore nodded at Hermione, “I myself, have only ever detected echoes of frequencies similar to those generated by yourselves at long dead ancient sites dedicated to witchcraft, and in a very few currently operational magical schools of witchcraft in the Orient where the power levels are very high.”
“It is a very rare gift to love without reserve or jealousy--not at all common to our species, and perhaps even less so in the male of our species--though some might debate that. If there were even one among you who harboured doubts about the others during your...sessions, the release of magic would be of a far lower order, and very likely have very little effect at all on your surrounds.”
“I believe, Mrs Potter, that it is due to the very rare levels of Unconditional Love and the mutual activities in your charming little group that you and Harry were able to generate Patronuses of such high frequencies and intensity that they displayed hitherto unknown effects...”
The Headmaster paused, and turned the deepest shade of red yet when he continued.
“And that is why I find myself in the very uncomfortable position--as an adult charged with your safety and education--of asking you all to remain at Hogwarts for the summer, and of encouraging you to continue engaging in your rather precocious behaviours together...”

AN: response to review:
@ staar: Dumbles is indeed prepared this time. And as you can see from this chapter, some of his preparations are a bit unusual... ;-)
Eventually Dolores will meet her doom. But she is the Primary Villain in this fic, so you can expect her to go down during the Final Battle.
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