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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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“Thank you.” Harry beamed happily at Jean as he ate his breakfast, “It’s lovely, M... er...”
All of a sudden Harry felt very awkward. He wasn’t sure what to call Jean Granger. Calling her “Mrs Granger” didn’t really seem appropriate anymore, as she was in the process of getting divorced. But he still felt too shy to call her Jean.
Jean Granger caught on immediately to Harry’s quandary and her heart melted. Harry was the sweetest boy Jean had ever known and he made Hermione so happy. She just wanted to hug him and make all of his anxiety all go away.
“Why don’t you call me Mum dear!?” Jean said in nearly a whisper as she wiped a tear from one eye, hoping that she hadn’t stepped over a line.
Hermione’s eyes widened and she stopped eating a piece of bacon in mid-bite. Hermione felt the wave of emotion surging inside of Harry; she glanced at him and saw the tears filling his eyes.
Harry gulped. Harry knew then, that was exactly what he wanted to call Jean Granger--her hugs felt like how he imagined hugging his own mother would feel. Harry felt very close to Sirius and Remus, but he still felt uncomfortable hugging even them--and Sirius was the closest person he had to being like a father.
What Harry really wanted was a Mum, but if he couldn’t have his own, now he could at least share Hermione’s.
“I’d like that,” Harry croaked, “Thank you.... thanks for everything--Mum.” Harry pushed his chair back from the table slowly at first, then before he could stop himself he darted around the table and threw his arms around Jean as he lost control of his tears.
“Thanks for letting me be with Hermione...” Harry sniffled, “I love her so much...”

~o0o~
Petunia smelled the bacon and realised she had overslept. Fortunately it was too early for most teenagers to be awake and Dudley was still asleep. Petunia quietly crept down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. She was about to step through the entrance to the kitchen when she caught the scene.
Petunia witnessed everything. Her chest tightened and her stomach lurched. Petunia bit her quavering lip to stifle her own tears and turned to go back up the stairs as quickly as she could. Not wanting to wake Dudley, she tiptoed quickly all the way up the staircase and locked herself in the bathroom on the fourth floor. Unable to contain herself any longer, Petunia began sobbing for Harry and Lily. An image of Vernon forced itself into Petunia’s mind and she began vomiting in the toilet.

~o0o~
Hermione whirled around in her seat when she sensed Petunia, but Hermione had been too overwhelmed to notice Petunia until she was already gone. Hermione really wanted to hug Harry and her mum, but something was very wrong with Petunia. Hermione spied Petunia at the top the stairs on the uppermost landing just as she entered the bathroom, and she heard the door click shut.
Hoping that Mum and Harry would understand, heart in her throat, Hermione ran up the stairs and knocked on Auntie Joanne’s door.
“What’s wrong dear?” Joanne asked, seeing Hermione’s tears when she opened the door. Joanne was wide awake as she was always up with David, her baby, early every morning; she had just put him down for a bit of a nap after his brekkie.
“It’s Harry’s aunt... Petunia. I think she’s ill. She just ran all the way up to the top floor and locked herself in the bathroom.”
Joanne hadn’t seen Hermione since before her potions accident, nor met Hermione's husband, as she had been asleep when they had both arrived late last night. So it took every effort to not be distracted by the highly agitated wags of Hermione’s bushy ginger cat tail or her twitching furry ears.
Baby David was sleeping soundly in his safety-charmed crib, so he would be fine for the moment. Following her niece, Joanne dashed up the stairs to the bathroom on the fourth floor. Hermione unlocked the door with an alohamora charm when they heard the retching sounds within.
Joanne didn’t much care for Petunia, as they had very different views on things, and Jean had told her of Petunia’s past with Hermione’s husband. But tears sprang to her own eyes at the sight of the sobbing, heaving woman hunched over the loo.
“Oh you poor dear...” Joanne said as soothingly as she could manage, reaching out to Petunia and gently rubbing her back.
Abby Brixton opened her door rubbing her bleary eyes, wondering what all the hullabaloo was about. Her eyes widened in distress when she heard the commotion above and she hurried breathlessly up the stairs. Seeing Petunia’s state, Abby waved her wand with one hand and caught the medicine kit which flew from her room with the other.
“It’s alright you two, I can manage Petunia,” Abby said kindly. “I know you haven’t seen each other in ages. Go on, off to breakfast both of you. Petunia will be alright in a bit, and then I’ll look in on your baby for you Joanne.”
Harry and Jean were both peering up the stairs wondering what on earth was happening by the time Joanne and Hermione traipsed back down towards them.

~o0o~
Joanne was delighted to finally meet Harry, whom Jean had told her so much about. If Joanne thought it odd that Harry and Hermione were married at such a young age, she did a very good job of keeping it to herself. Like Jean, Joanne was very happy that her niece had found someone who would simply love and accept her for who she was, furry tail and all.
“...and thank you so much for letting us stay here Harry,” Joanne acknowledged appreciatively. “It means a lot to me to know that you invited me and my David to be safe here having never met me.”
Harry squirmed a bit and flushed, smiling awkwardly.
“That’s our Harry for you; ‘e’s a real love like that...” Dora said from the kitchen entrance, catching everyone’s attention.
Dora turned beet red and groaned inwardly at having put her foot in it when the two older women gawked at her in shock.
Jean had only briefly seen the neon-magenta-haired girl when she had stumbled out of the green flames last night, and had assumed that the girl was another Hogwarts student invited to stay at Number 12 as Amelia Bones’ niece had been. Jean had been so thrilled to see Hermione and Harry again that she hadn’t recognised Dora when the girl had arrived as a more naturally shaded brunette.
But now she remembered the girl as the young Auror who had escorted them to and from Hogsmeade’s railway station when Jean had visited Hermione at the beginning of the schoolyear.
“It’s alright Mum!” Hermione rested her hand on Jean’s tensed arm, “Dora is our friend...a friend of both of us. If it weren’t for Dora, Harry and I might never have got through the tournament...”
Harry nodded vigorously in agreement as he started to panic, not trusting himself to say anything.
Hermione introduced Dora properly to her mum and aunt. Everyone began to mellow as Hermione explained how Dora had helped to train them and how they had all become friends. Harry finally relaxed enough to join in and he changed his hair colour to match Hermione’s as a demonstration of his metamorph abilities which he hadn’t had the opportunity to show Jean at Easter.
When Jean looked at Dora again, Dora was anxiously biting her nails and looking very much like the shy schoolgirl Jean had seen tripping out of the hearth last night.
“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Jean said.
“It’s alright Ma’am... I shouldn’ ‘ave been so forward,” Dora mumbled. “I’ve been trainin’ to be an Auror since I graduated Hogwarts three years ago--almost to the day. But... but since I’ve been back at Hogwarts this ‘ole past schoolyear with Harry and Hermione, I... er... I suppose I just forgot myself...”
Jean glanced at her sister. Joanne gave Jean an encouraging nod. Jean smiled warmly and patted the hand which Dora still had resting on the table.
“It’s alright Dora, I’m glad you're Hermione’s friend. Please, call me Jean...”
Harry let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw Dora’s features brighten. He really wanted Hermione’s mum to get on with all of their friends. Harry was just about to mention the upcoming trial, and how Dora was going to escort him when Abby entered the kitchen with baby David in her arms, and Susan and Dudley in tow.
Dudley’s face lit up to see Harry and Hermione again. Joanne scurried across the kitchen to take her baby from Abby’s arms. Susan smiled to see the Potters.
“I’ve put Petunia back to bed for now,” Abby said. “She’ll be okay for the moment... Just go easy on her alright!?” Abby looked pointedly at Jean and Joanne. “I think Petunia’s having a bout of PTSD--that ex of hers was a right monster. And... and I think she’s only just finally starting to come to terms with it...”
Jean and Joanne flushed, both appearing slightly abashed. Dudley shrank a bit and glanced at his feet. Susan peered at everyone uncertainly, not sure what was happening as she had only arrived yesterday morning with her aunt and Mr Moody.
Harry felt a swell of sadness, wondering if it was his fault somehow. He felt a bit dizzy and rather wanted to go back to bed himself now. This morning was just getting all a bit too much. Hermione comfortingly wrapped her arms and furry tail around Harry, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll pop by St Mungo’s later when Moody or Amelia gets back,” Abby continued. “One of the Mind-Healers there may be able to give me some advice. I wish I could do more, but it’s a bit difficult at the moment with us all having to stay under the Ministry’s radar.”
Jean swallowed and stood up, putting a brave face and a smile on for the kids.
“I’ll make us all some more breakfast then shall I? Who wants some bacon then... Dudley?”
Dudley nodded eagerly, his face brightening again.
“I can help...” Dudley offered.
“That’s alright dear. Why don’t you and Susan hang out a bit with Harry and Hermione till I’ve got it ready.”

~o0o~
Percy Weasley rubbed his hands together gleefully as he began preparing for the trial of Harry Potter. He didn’t care that it was very early Saturday morning and that he had a large stack of Law Books in front of him. Percy had less than a week to prepare.
Percy had been officially sworn in yesterday as the Senior Undersecretary, Deputy to Minister Umbridge, and he was determined to live up to her show of confidence in his abilities. The Minister was an outstanding woman, dedicated to the System and to Order.
It had been Percy’s greatest ambition to be Minister for Magic for as long as he could remember. He had been thrilled when Minister Umbridge had allowed him to take Crouch’s place at the Triwizard Tournament and given him an internship as her Junior Assistant.
Percy had been extremely disappointed in his previous boss, Mr Crouch, whom he had looked up to as a hero. Percy had taken Mr Crouch’s fall from grace as a personal betrayal. But the Minister had shown great forbearance in allowing Mr Crouch to continue for as long as he had. And when the Minister had approached Percy after the mess Mr Crouch had made of the Second Task and the tournament as a whole, Percy had leapt at the chance to take his place.
Now Percy was in a fully-paid position just a heartbeat away from the top job. Finally Percy Weasley had an opportunity to bring some dignity back to the family name, and put Harry Potter in his place. Percy had been exceedingly frustrated by his family’s obsession with Harry Potter.
Harry Potter, who had been thumbing his nose at the rules and authority from his very first day in Hogwarts. And yet that old coot Dumbledore had rewarded Potter time and again for his obnoxious behaviour. Without a strict adherence to rules there could be no Order and Chaos would reign supreme. Percy hoped that eventually he and the Minister could get rid of Dumbledore as well as Potter.
It had been bad enough to have to put up with people always mocking the Weasley name because of his father’s obsession with muggles. But when Percy’s father had joined with the Headmaster in supporting Harry Potter’s emancipation and subsequent marriage to the halfbreed, that had been too much to bear.
Hermione Potter! What a disappointment she had turned out to be.
Percy had high hopes for Hermione Granger in her First Year until she had befriended that little hooligan, Harry Potter. And then Percy had discovered that she was a muggleborn. It hadn’t seemed like quite such a big deal at the time, but it had quickly become very apparent that it was Percy’s father’s muggle-loving ways which was holding the Weasley family back financially and ruining the Weasley family name.
It had been especially galling when everyone had started telling lies about Percy’s Ravenclaw girlfriend Penelope Clearwater being a muggleborn, just because she had been seen studying near Granger in the library more than once during the younger witch’s second year at Hogwarts. That had particularly incensed Percy, because there was no way he would have dated anyone of less than Halfblood status.
And to top it off, Granger had deliberately turned herself into a creature, a halfbreed, and married Potter, upending the entire natural order of things.
Percy shuddered in disgust, wondering if he could find a law against that and put her on trial alongside her husband. The Minister was absolutely right; halfbreeds didn't deserve wands or the freedoms of wizards. They were filthy animals which belonged in zoos. Percy cracked his knuckles and began flicking excitedly through the Law Books.
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