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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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The next few days drew out agonisingly. Harry and Hermione spent some time with Dora, Susan, and Dudley, playing games and watching films, but most of the time they spent in Number 12's library, going over the law books so that they knew what they were in for, even though Ragnok had insisted that he do all of the talking.
Finally it was Friday. Moody and Dora escorted them both through London to the Red Phone-box which was the Visitor's Entrance to the Ministry.
“Right then. This is where I get off,” Mad Eye growled. “I’m persona non grata in the Ministry at the moment, so Tonks will take you the rest of the way, and Mulligan will meet you inside. Ragnok will meet you outside the Wizengamot chambers. We’re four hours early, because I wouldn’t put it past the Minister to change the time to try and wrong-foot you. I’d say ‘good luck,’ but you’ve got Ragnok on your side, and he’s never lost a case.”
“Thanks Mad Eye...” Harry began, and Hermione peered at Moody gratefully.
“Well don’t stand about jawin’ all day! Get a move on...” Moody said gruffly. But then his features softened slightly, “Tonks has got your back, you two.”
Auror Mulligan met them in the Ministry's atrium after they had passed through the security checkpoints
“Looks like our expectations were on the money Tonks,” Mulligan huffed. “The trial begins in half an hour.”
Dora sighed. As she and Mulligan led them down to the lowest levels of the Ministry, Hermione clutched Harry’s arm tightly, curling her tail around him, casting her eyes down to avoid the stares of Ministry workers and visitors. Harry grit his teeth, his anger battling with his anxiety. Harry glared back at anyone he caught staring at Hermione until they looked away nervously.
Finally, they entered a little antechamber next to the Wizengamot’s trial chambers where Ragnok was waiting for them. Ragnok nodded curtly, and Mulligan remained outside the door.
“Good thing you’re early.” Ragnok said. “The trial will begin in a few minutes. Don’t forget: Say nothing until I give the all-clear.”
“I’ll be standin’ behind you two officially as an Auror,” Dora began, then, lowering her voice to a whisper, “But as your friend, I’m watchin’ out for you two. I won’t let anything happen. I promise.” Dora embraced Hermione and then Harry, giving them both a kiss on the cheek.

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“Father, I’m getting sick of being cooped up in here. I feel much better. When are we leaving?”
“Now, now, Draco. Our host has been most gracious--very kind indeed. Would you rather that we were still languishing in Azkaban? ”
“She doesn’t even have any House Elves,” Draco whined. “I hate doing the dishes. It’s for servants. And it’s bloody hard with just one hand.”
“But the food is more than acceptable, it’s the least we can do.” Lucius sighed, passing Draco another sudsy plate to rinse and set in the drying rack.
“I don’t know why we can’t just leave now.”
“Soon Draco. Until the Minister has purged Dumbledore’s people from the DMLE and issued a pardon, we are still considered fugitives. And I daresay we will have to watch our backs for the fools who have returned to the Dark Lord’s side.”
“Madam Bones is gone now. Why haven’t we been pardoned yet? I don’t understand,” grumbled Draco. “I want to get out of here and kill Potter. And when I do, I want to take his halfbreed pets for my own--and that Greengrass whore.”
Lucius smiled indulgently. Like father like son. Draco was too young to understand politics, but he at least understood his rightful place in the order of things.
Lucius had been appalled at the betrayal of his wife. She had belonged to him. His father, Abraxas, had paid a pretty penny to Cygnus Black for her. Lucius frowned as he considered the inadequacy of the Marriage Contract his father had signed though. The Blacks were cunning indeed, always seeking an angle to ensure the growth of their fortune, and they had unfortunately bred the most defiant and treacherous women as well.
Lucius shook his head. At least Dolores understood her place. She was willing to do anything for Lucius it seemed. She was a strong woman; perhaps not the most attractive, but she knew that her strengths were best employed in the service of a Master of superior social standing and blood-status.
Dolores had done well to get rid of that bumbling fool of a blood-traitor, Cornelius Fudge. Lucius had been working on Cornelius, offering sums of money for various projects, but Cornelius had still been too reliant on that muggle-lover Dumbledore for his political views, and his access to the Wizengamot.
Still, Dolores was a woman, Lucius reasoned. It would be foolish to ever completely trust a woman; and Abraxas had not raised Lucius to be a fool.
“Have patience Draco. If the Minister and Deputy Weasley are successful today, your wishes could be granted sooner than you think.”
“Percy the Poodle!” Draco smirked. “Good for him! I never thought I’d see the day that I actually thought a Weasley had any potential.”
“Indeed...” a cruel smile played across the elder Malfoy’s features. Once he had reclaimed that which was rightfully his, Lucius would be certain to reward Percy Weasley handsomely for choosing to stand for the proper order of things.

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Harry felt rather sick with anxiety as he followed Dora and Mulligan into the trial-chamber with Hermione. There were perhaps slightly over 50 people in plum-coloured robes sitting in the benches staring at them as they entered, but seeing that smirking Toad of a Minister and the smug look on Percy's face filled Harry with a rage which washed all nervousness away.
Feeling Hermione trembling beside him, Harry tightened his arm around her, and glared at Minister Umbridge. She and Percy, and a few others in the seats near the podium wore black robes.
Harry glanced at the inscription on the podium and snorted. “Ignorantia juris neminem excusat,” it read. He wasn’t brilliant at Latin by any means; but Harry had picked up enough from learning spell incantations, and at least two of the words were close enough to their modern English forms that he could have worked it out without knowing any Latin at all.
The Minister’s smirk changed to a look of disgust when she saw the Goblin enter the chambers and stand between her and the Potters. Minister Dolores Umbridge felt her chest tighten. Why hadn’t she been informed of Ragnok’s presence? She glanced at the two Aurors present, and made a note to herself to find out who their immediate superiors were. Her confidence slightly shaken, Minister Umbridge cleared her throat and began the proceedings.
“Ahem...hem... The Criminal Trial, Third of July, of Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Potter née Granger, residence unknown, is now called into session. Interrogators: Minister for Magic--Dolores Jane Umbridge, Acting Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement--Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister--Percival Ignatius Weasley. Court Scribe--”
“Is unimportant. Ragnok, Solicitor Advocate of Gringotts Bank--speaking for the Defence. If the Minister is finished wasting Gringott’s Client’s and the Wizengamot’s time, perhaps we can get on with things. ”
Minister Umbridge narrowed her eyes and Percy gasped at the the Goblin’s open display of disrespect.
Harry and Hermione were a bit perplexed themselves. Shouldn’t Ragnok be trying to placate those sitting in judgment on them? Harry caught the eye of Warlock Greengrass in the stands. Warlock Greengrass, and several other Wizengamot members seated next to him appeared to be smirking.
“If you insist Mr Ragnok, let’s get to it then, shall we!?” the Minister began coldly. “Your client: Mr Harry James Potter is charged with the willful destruction of 227 Dementors and an illegal marriage to a Non-Human Magical Being or Beast.”
“Mr Potter’s...ahem... wife, Mrs Hermione Jean Potter née Granger is charged with violating the 1965 Ban on Experimental Breeding, illegally marrying a wizard, illegally carrying a wand and, illegally wearing clothes. How do your clients plead?”
A number of witches gasped at the charges leveled against Hermione, especially when the Minister got to the charge of illegally wearing clothes. Though a rather large percentage of Warlocks and several rather nasty looking Witches leered at the young cat-witch. Hermione shrank back against Harry and bit her lip, furry ears wilting.
“My clients Warlock Potter and his wife Madam Potter, plead Not Guilty on all counts, and we move that the court dismiss all charges immediately as being utterly without foundation in fact or law.” Ragnok folded his spindly fingers together and peered shrewdly back at the Minister.
Dolores’s nostrils flared slightly, and Percy glanced aside, swallowing nervously.
“Over 1,300 wizards and witches--including Hogwarts students and staff--witnessed the destruction of the Dementors by Mr Potter,” Minister Umbridge proffered in a treacly voice, “Not to mention the several hundred Muggles in nearby towns who reported odd lights in the night sky on the evening of June 24th.”
Ragnok raised his eyebrows.
“Can the Minister demonstrate that Warlock Potter cast the spell which destroyed the Dementors? Where is the evidence that he, himself cast the spell? And by what spell do you propose that Warlock Potter destroyed the Dementors? None that we know of exists...”
“Aha!” Umbridge perked up and pointed her forefinger at the ceiling, “‘None that we know of’ indeed... Perhaps if Mr Potter would offer up his wand for examination, and his testimony under veritaserum...”
“Absolutely not! Warlock Potter, as Head of his House, is perfectly within his rights to refuse the Court’s demands given that no charges have been brought forth by anyone of Standing. In fact, it is on that basis that I yet again request an immediate dismissal of all charges against him...”
“What do you mean?” the Minister snapped. “Of course charges have been brought by a Person of Standing. I, myself, as Minister, and Acting Head of the DMLE have...”
“No, you do not...” Ragnok interrupted firmly. “The Ministry has No Standing on Hogwarts Grounds. Only the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Staff, the Board of Governors, or the Parents of Students have any Standing in filing charges regarding occurrences at Hogwarts.”
“The Dementors were on Hogwarts Grounds ILLEGALLY, as they did NOT have permission of the Headmaster to enter school property. Therefore, the Ministry has ABSOLUTELY No Standing on the matter whatsoever. I move for an IMMEDIATE vote by the Wizengamot to determine WARLOCK Potter’s innocence before this travesty of a proceeding continues any further.”
Minister Dolores Umbridge was fuming now. The Goblin was absolutely correct, and she knew it--that was one of the key reasons, besides going after Mr Potter, why she had instigated the Triwizard Tournament, to get a foot in the door at Hogwarts. But she wasn’t about to let up.
“A mere technicality! Ministry Property was destroyed on Hogwarts Grounds. SOMEONE must be punished. Mr Potter is the only...”
“Move to Disregard and Strike Testimony! You are Testifying without any Supporting Evidence and in Contravention of Jurisdictional Code. As Solicitor Advocate of Gringotts, I, Ragnok, assert Privilege, as Established by Treaty, to call for an Immediate Vote and be done with this part of the proceeding.”
The Wizengamot broke into a buzz of gasps and hushed conversation. The Goblin did indeed have the Privilege he had invoked, but it hadn’t been done in over 70 years. The Minister gaped and Percy slumped in his seat with a groan. Warlock Greengrass stood up resolutely to get things moving.
“I vote for Dismissal of the Charge regarding the destruction of 227 Dementors, and call for a Show of Hand in Favour of the Defendant.” Warlock Greengrass said evenly, with a nod in Harry’s direction.
The Wizengamot fell silent, and one by one, hands went up. When the raised hands were counted, it was clear that a slight majority were in Harry’s favour. The Minister mentally noted with disapproval the seven Wizengamot ‘wobblies’ who had voted against her.
“Very well,” Minister Umbridge sneered, “the charges of the destruction of 227 Dementors are dismissed. Now as to the other charges against Mr and Mrs Potter...”
“I move for the immediate dismissal on the grounds that there is no basis in the 1965 Ban on Experimental Breeding for bringing charges against MADAM Potter.” Ragnok interrupted again, pressing his advantage,
“It is very clearly stated in the Statute that said illegal Beast or Non-human Magical Being refers to the PROGENY of a magically assisted biological MATING of two or more separate species of Magical Beings or Beasts. MADAM Potter cannot have given birth to herself, therefore she cannot have violated the Ban in any way, shape, or form.”
“Therefore, MADAM Potter is to be considered an ENTIRELY HUMAN Magical Being, i.e. a Wizard or Witch--whichever term she prefers. I invoke Privilege once more, to reverse all further charges against both MADAM Potter, and her husband, WARLOCK Potter.”
Warlock Greengrass made to rise, but one of the Witches who had previously voted with the Minister, against Harry, beat him to it.
“I vote to dismiss all further charges against the Potters,” the Witch stated firmly.
The Minister noted that the same 'wobblies' voted against her, and in favour of the Potters yet again, and that several other witches who had supported her charge of destroying the Dementors against Harry Potter had also voted to dismiss the rest of charges. Minister Dolores Umbridge angrily banged her gavel.
“Very well, the Wizengamot has spoken,” Dolores snapped. “All charges are dismissed. You are free to go, Mr and Mrs Potter.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped; Harry let out a huge sigh of relief, and roughly half of the Wizengamot broke into cheers and the other half into hisses, boos, and grumbles.
“We won... I can't believe it... WE WON, Harry!” Hermione squealed giddily, jumping up and down, her bushy tail bouncing with glee. Harry grinned at Hermione and she flung her arms around him, giving him a big kiss.
Elation and Anxiety simultaneously filled Harry. Warlock Greengrass was beckoning him. Harry glanced at Ragnok who nodded his approval to speak. Hermione nodded her approval too, and kissed him again. Harry briefly returned Hermione’s kiss. Harry took a deep breath, steeling his nerves; he turned back towards the Wizengamot and shouted over the hubbub which had erupted in the chambers.
“I, HARRY JAMES POTTER, AS RIGHTFUL WARLOCK OF THE HOUSE OF POTTER, HEREBY CLAIM MY SEAT ON THE WIZENGAMOT!”
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