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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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Minerva’s knees felt wobbly as a wave of faintness swept over her. She nearly collapsed but Poppy caught Minerva and set her gently in one of the comfy armchairs. Poppy rolled her eyes at the distraught professor, sitting down in the chair next to her.
“Really Albus, what were you thinking?” Minerva gasped, her visage flustered in outrage.
“I am considering the safety of this school, and every student in it,” Albus retorted calmly, “This school is the last, best magical sanctuary in Britain should it come to an open battle with Voldemort’s forces, and also if Britain--under the auspices of the current Minister--should fall into the sort of horror which Nazi Occupied Europe faced with Grindelwald and Hitler.”
“But surely... it isn’t the place of Teachers and Headmasters to have any say one way or the other in the consensual sexual activities of the students--that’s entirely for the parents to decide...” Minerva argued heatedly.
“And under normal circumstances I would agree completely Minerva,” Albus sighed, “However these are NOT normal circumstances, besides which...”
Poppy nodded in agreement as Minerva cut across Dumbledore.
“And what about the parents? How do you think Mr Lovegood, the Patils, and the Greengrasses will feel?” McGonagall snapped.
“I spoke to all of them briefly last night after the girls were brought out of the maze, and then again at length in private after the Potters were retrieved at the conclusion of the Third Task...” the headmaster responded as the professor interrupted again.
“And they were alright with it...?” Minerva gasped in shock, her voice squeaking as it shifted into an upper register.
“I must confess that there was some awkwardness, though surprisingly, most of it from my side of things,” Albus replied, “Naturally, everyone was quite concerned that their daughters had been caught up in the Third Task, and felt it necessary to address the possible reasons why they had done so.”
“I was not at all surprised that Mr and Mrs Greengrass--after searching everywhere in the stands, and upon finally discovering their daughter with Misses Patil and Lovegood at Miss Delacour’s bedside--would demand a complete explanation from her. But I must admit that I was quite stunned to witness their quiet acceptance of their daughter’s confession to have been engaged in intimate relations with the rest of the Unaffiliateds.”
“I was far less surprised by the acceptance of the Patils and Mr Lovegood, as they have all been recently considering allowing their daughters to marry each other, young as they are...”
“Oh really Minerva!” Poppy groused, rolling her eyes again, as the other gave a little shriek of distress. “Surely you remember how it was during the last war. Everyone is more concerned that their children find some measure of love and happiness in the bleak, while they still have the opportunity...” Poppy’s voice caught, and a tear rolled down one cheek, “...because goodness knows--it could be their last such...”
“And of course, Miss Delacour is free to make her own decisions, as she is over the age of consent in her home-country,” Albus continued, “Try to remember Minerva, that all of these families committed themselves to the Order because they came to see what outstanding young people the Potters are, through the Potters’ defence of their daughters, and they have come to see how much their daughters love them.”
“They are willing to accept what everyone agrees is quite an unusual situation. Shall we do any less?” the Headmaster concluded softly, tears glistening in his own eyes.
Professor McGonagall looked suitably chastened as the sobering facts caught up with her.
“But please,” Albus implored quietly, “I must ask both of you to refrain from speaking openly of the details behind the Unaffiliateds joining us here at Hogwarts for the summer with anyone else--including our friends in the Order. As far as they are concerned, please just tell everyone that it is merely for the students’ own safety as close friends of the Potters--which ultimately it is.”
“It is extremely important that nobody else knows what actually occurred to the Dementors if we wish to maintain an advantage against the Minister, and just as importantly, I wish to maintain at least some modicum of dignity for the young women and their families.”
“I have only told the two of you, because I trust you both the most to care for their intimate needs and look out for their interests. Though I am quite certain that Nymphadora already knows, as she has taken it upon herself to become their Protector and Confidant. She is, after all, much closer to them in age and orientation than the rest of us in the Order.”
“Of course Albus,” Poppy responded quickly. Swallowing anxiously, Minerva McGonagall sighed and nodded in agreement.
After Poppy and Minerva departed his office, Albus sighed with relief that the day was drawing to a close and poured himself a snifter of Brandy from a two hundred year old bottle of Dragon Barrel. He felt reasonably satisfied that he had made the right decisions today.
Albus had ended term a few days early to allow time for all of the students to gradually depart for their homes through the Staff-Room Floo, having decided that it would not be wise to tempt Voldemort with the easy target that a train or a railway station full of Hogwarts students would present. Nor would it do to give the Minister an opportunity for a provocateur action while she had Voldemort as a convenient scapegoat.
That was the most pressing concern; one which would have to take precedence this summer for the Order of the Pheonix. Tom Riddle needed to be finished before the Minister could use him as an excuse for her own campaign of terror which Albus sensed brewing in the offing.
After the feast, before his chat with the Unaffiliateds and then with Minerva and Poppy, the Headmaster had made his end of term speech and warned all of the students about the troubles in the wizard world with the return of Voldemort. Though he had taken care to avoid details, he had also warned against the machinations of the Ministry and the growing “darkness within.”
Albus swirled the Brandy, inhaling the fruity aroma, and took a sip. He thought about the long day ahead of him on the morrow, sighed, and drained his goblet in one gulp before saying goodnight to Fawkes.

~o0o~
The next morning, Harry packed a few books and some of his clothes in a bag while Hermione gathered a few of her own things together in preparation to spend one week at Number 12 in London before returning to Hogwarts for the rest of the summer. At the end of the meeting last night, Dumbledore had reminded Harry that it was still necessary for him to spend some time in a home which was also the residence of his Aunt Petunia while Voldemort remained at large.
Harry glanced at Hermione. She looked a bit sad, but Harry thought he knew why. The rest of the Unaffiliateds were staying behind at Hogwarts until she and Harry returned.
“It’ll only be a week until we see everyone again Hermione,” Harry assured her, “And you’ll get to see your mum again tonight when we go home after the Order meeting at Madam Black’s house.”
“You’re right Harry,” Hermione’s features brightened, “I just wish we could bring everyone with us.”
“Me too,” Harry agreed, “But it’ll be too crowded at the moment with Petunia and Dudley and your mum and your Auntie and Abby Brixton... And Mad Eye has already moved in with Madam Bones and Susan.”
Hermione nodded, her furry ears and tail twitched happily as she took Harry in her arms and melted in his glittering green eyes, reminded of everything she loved about him.
“It was very sweet of you to let Madam Bones bring Susan to Number 12, Harry--they’ve lost so much family to Voldemort. And I suppose we’ll have Dora to keep us company too...”

~o0o~
Albus faced the largest gathering of Order members since the last war, many more than the Inner Circle. There were a number of old members, and there were more than a few new ones, including the Patils, the Greengrasses, Mr Lovegood, and Narcissa Black, in whose home they were meeting.
Olympe Maxime had always been a valued ally, but she had insisted on full participation and Albus could never refuse her anything, and in any case she was now also acting as Monsieur Delacour’s liaison. The biggest surprise new member besides Narcissa Black was Igor Karkaroff, who had made an Unbreakable Vow to demonstrate his gratitude and resolve--truly remarkable. Albus had never imagined that Igor had it in him, and shook his head in amazement at yet another life turned around for the better by the vicissitudes of fate since Hermione Potter's potions accident.
All things considered, given the large amount of members, the meeting was going fairly smoothly, despite the bombshells and interruptions.
Amelia Bones had begun by informing Harry that while she was being sacked, she had learned that the Wizengamot had set a trial date for Harry to face charges of destroying 227 Dementors. The gathering had broken into quite a hubbub for a short time.
“That’s bloody ridiculous,” snapped Sirius, “They’ll never be able to prove that a Patronus killed the Dementors. Everyone knows that’s impossible. I saw what happened to those wraiths, and I know that was no Patronus that did it...”
Harry felt a bit awkward. He wanted to tell Sirius what he and the Unaffiliateds had learned through their conversation with Dumbledore last night. But he couldn’t say anything in the middle of an Order meeting.
“It must have been some sort of coincidence.” Sirius continued to rage, “Something very strange had to have been happening at the same time. Maybe the Minister herself deployed some sort of secret weapon developed by Untouchables to set Harry up. And how can anyone be held criminally liable for killing creatures which are legally determined ‘non-beings’ anyway...?”
Amelia Bones arched one eyebrow and sighed.
“The Minister is determined to at least give it a go, and given her sway, all she needs is two or three votes on the current Wizengamot. Some of the ‘wobblies’ may see that as a mere technicality Sirius...”
Sirius snorted, his face twisted in outrage, but he nodded, understanding all too well the trouble Harry faced.
“Right then. Well there’s only one thing for it Harry,” Sirius began, as he handed Harry a card, “You’ll need a lawyer, as Dumbledore won’t have any pull with the Wizengamot at the moment. Ragnok is the best. He is a Solicitor Advocate for Gringotts and he’s done some occasional work for other members of the Order in a bind...”
Mundungus Fletcher had a coughing fit further down the table and Amelia’s eyes narrowed in distaste.
“Blimey ‘arry,” Hagrid gasped, clapping Harry on the back comfortingly “ ‘oever heard o’ such a thing...? Tryin’ ye fer doin’ somethin’ impossible fer any wizard to do. Don’ worry though. I’m sure ye’ll get off... Obviously ye didn’t do nothin’ yerself... ”
“Thanks Hagrid, I appreciate it...” Harry grimaced, wincing at Hagrid’s “comforting” pat.
“Oi! Watch it Hagrid, you don’t know your own strength sometimes...” Dora glared at Hagrid, peeling his dustbin-lid sized hand from Harry’s shoulders.
“Oh... er... right Tonks!” Hagrid’s face fell. “Sorry Harry!”
In truth, it hadn’t really been that painful, but Harry still couldn’t help flinching when adults touched him. He relaxed considerably when Dora rubbed his shoulders where Hagrid had walloped him.
“Better...?” she asked.
“Loads, thanks Dora,” Harry replied. He gave Hagrid a proper smile, “It’s alright Hagrid. I’ll be fine... just a bit stiff from the Third Task still,” he fibbed, not wanting Hagrid to feel badly. Hagrid’s features brightened.
Hermione squeezed Harry’s hand, curling her tail around his waist a bit tighter, and smiled gratefully at Dora. There were so many at the Order meeting, some of whom Harry had never even met before. Hermione could feel the agitation and anxiety rolling off Harry in waves, and lessening under Dora’s touch.
The rest of the Unaffiliateds were down at the far end of the table watching, and looking rather nervous themselves. Harry had been invited to sit at the head of the table with Dumbledore for the portion of the meeting which concerned Harry the the most.
“I’ll be part of Harry’s escort,” Dora said firmly to Amelia Bones and Dumbledore. “I won’t put in my resignation until after the trial and I get Harry back outta the Ministry safely. But I’ll need someone else I can trust who ‘asn’t been sacked yet...” Dora peered at Mad Eye who grunted, “...or also resigned ‘in protest’ yet,” Dora narrowed her eyes angrily at Shacklebolt and Dawlish.
“Tonks, The Minister already suspects that we are too close to Amelia, and therefore too close to Dumbledore,” Shacklebolt sighed, “We would be useless to the Order as Ministry employees...”
“How about Auror Mulligan?” Amelia offered, “He’s still loyal to me, and he’s Abby’s partner--well, was Abby’s partner. She resigned too as she’s a muggleborn and is currently looking after the Potters’ immediate families. It’s safer for all of them that way. But I am absolutely certain that Reynard still has standing in the Auror Corps.”
“Right then. He’ll do,” Tonks agreed.
Amelia Bones and Albus Dumbledore exchanged glances and the Headmaster nodded his approval.
Harry let out a sigh of relief when the meeting moved on to the next point of business, arranging security for Mr Lovegood and the Quibbler, and for the School’s Board of Governors. Hermione and Dora quietly departed with Harry from the head of the table and went to sit with the rest of the Unaffiliateds.
The Unaffiliateds were surprised when Madam Longbottom asked the Headmaster to also allow Neville to return to Hogwarts for the summer out of concern for his safety. When Dumbledore agreed, Molly stewed for several minutes. Finally, making what was clearly a difficult decision, Molly begged Albus to keep her only daughter safe at Hogwarts for the summer too.

~o0o~
Daphne, Luna, Parvati, and Fleur, all gave the Potters and Dora chaste hugs as they said their goodbyes at the end of the Order meeting. Remus and Sirius both embraced Harry and Hermione, promising to see them again in a week’s time.
The Potters and Dora prepared to step into Narcissa Black’s hearth, back to the Hogwarts Staff-Room, to depart from there back to their own home at Number 12, when Mr Greengrass caught Harry’s eye.
Harry felt extremely uncomfortable under Mr Greengrass’s gaze. Harry knew that Daphne had spilled the beans about her intimacies with him and Hermione and the rest of the Unaffiliateds, and he had a bad feeling that Mr Greengrass might be really angry with him.
“It’s alright Harry,” Hermione whispered in his ear as she held him close, her furry tail curled over his shoulder, “He’s not cross with you...”
But Harry still wasn’t convinced; the blood rushed in his ears, his breath quickened, and his palms began to sweat as Mr Greengrass strode over to him.
Mr Greengrass’s features were calm and even, but there was a glint of moisture in one of his eyes. He clasped Harry’s hand in one of his own.
“I will always be indebted to you Mr Potter. Daphne loves you and your wife very much--and the rest of your friends too. I admit, I don’t quite understand what you all have together. But my wife and I have spoken with the Headmaster at length in private, and we agree that there is something very special about your relationships which must be protected and nurtured. I fully support his decision to keep you all safe at Hogwarts with the rest of the professors this summer.”
“Please continue to look after Daphne well when you return from visiting your Aunt... I promise, I shall do everything I can in the Wizengamot to support you during your trial. And if you win--when you win--you should take the seat which rightfully belongs to you as the Warlock of your House. It will make a bold statement.”
Harry tried to speak, but found that he had lost his voice. He nodded vigorously and shook Mr Greengrass’s hand. Tears slid down Hermione’s cheeks and she bit her lip. Harry finally managed to croak out a few words.
“Thank you sir... I’ll do that... I promise too--Hermione and I will always look after Daphne... We both love her loads...”
With one final glance at their friends, Harry smiled anxiously and followed Hermione and Dora into the green flames.

AN: And thus concludes Part 2
Thanks again to the many fans and supporters of this fic. I appreciate all of the reviews and votes very much. :-)
A special shoutout to Man of Constant Sorrow who has been invaluable behind the scenes for pointing out unclear sections for revision and for allowing me to bounce my ideas off of him.
I have been working on Part 3 already, and expect to update the following chapter within the next few days.
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