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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242819 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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“I admit, I rather enjoyed my job at the Prophet, and embellishing the truth for Dolores, but I’m no blood purist. It was just another job for me.”
“Perhaps the veritaserum Headmaster...?” Severus narrowed his eyes at the cagey woman with brassy curls.
“Let us give her the chance to explain, Severus. Ms Skeeter is no longer a prisoner after all, but a refugee seeking asylum,” Albus retorted calmly before taking another sip of tea. “This is a conversation over breakfast, not an interrogation.”
Rita licked her lips nervously. The Headmaster’s gentle demeanor and pleasantries aside, Rita knew better; she was still being tested by a master of manipulation--not quite the old fool she had long taken him for. Rita smirked inwardly, realising that Dolores had finally met her match.
“You have to understand,” Rita began, “the Unspeakable Division is further split into sub-departments, each of us with our own need-to-know-only directives. I work for the sub-department of Archives and Propaganda, so our department knows a bit more than those who work in Research and Development, or Magical Artifact Storage, let’s say... but we don’t know everything.”
“Dolores works for Operations--their focus is Interrogations, Intelligence gathering, and Assassinations, or doing whatever other Dirty Business the Ministry needs done. But Operations runs the whole show--nobody dare crosses that lot, and most of them ARE blood purists.”
“But the blood purists weren’t actually in charge until recently, when the Head of Operations--the Unspeakable Division Chief--died under 'mysterious' circumstances and Dolores moved up and took over. Shortly after that, Dolores wangled her way into a position as Fudge’s Senior Undersecretary when his previous Deputy 'mysteriously' got ill.”
“So I can’t provide direct evidence for the fact that Dolores ordered the assassination of Fudge, or contracted out the hit on the Potters during the Triwiz, but she’s really the only one who could have. She’s bloody ruthless--like a little Voldemort herself--but Dolores has got a lot more self-control and cunning than he has, and she’ll do anything to achieve her goals.”
“Sub-departments of propaganda and assassinations? This all sounds highly... illegal,” Severus said coldly with raised eyebrows. “Why have no Unspeakables ever approached the DMLE?”
“Because the DMLE can’t protect us. Weren’t you listening?” Rita snapped, rolling her eyes. “And anyway, according to the Unspeakable Division’s charter, we can only speak-up when ordered to by the Minister.”
“We’re independent of the DMLE, and we’re supposed to lie to everyone by directive unless ordered by the Minister to tell the truth. But our charter even allows us to keep knowledge from the Minister unless he or she directly asks us a specific question--except for Dolores of course, as she is still the Unspeakable Division Chief as well as being the Minister. It’s all supposed to be for the greater good.”
The Headmaster took off his glasses and massaged his temples as another headache came on. Secrets and Lies and Unaccountability. Albus had run the Order of the Phoenix in a much similar manner, having long believed that it was necessary to play things close to vest in order to fight the Darkness. Albus had been blinded by his own arrogance for so long and kept far too much to himself, instead of sharing it at the very least with those closest to him.
Albus had believed that it had been enough to cast aside his own views regarding wizarding supremacy and blood-purity when he had come to see that he and Gellert were on a path to Darkness and Evil, well over a century ago.
But even becoming a champion for muggles and muggleborn wizards had not, in and of itself, been enough to avoid the ever-creeping Darkness, which Albus had only recently come to realise. Darkness could only be defeated by shining the Light of Truth upon it.
Albus sighed with some measure of relief, knowing that he had been taking great strides in rectifying his own mistakes--thanks to the opening of his eyes by the Potters, and by those who had succumbed to the Love which the Potters had inspired in all who had come to know them best.
In the short term though, some secrets were still best kept in as small a circle as possible. But never again would Albus make the mistake of believing that he alone should know them all.
There was a knock on the door of the dungeon cell, which Albus had ordered to be converted into a rather nice room by the House Elves for Rita, as she was now more or less a defector from the Department of Mysteries to the Order of the Phoenix. Severus let in Minerva, who appeared quite panicky.
“Albus, quickly, you must come at once,” Minerva gasped. “A muggle shopping centre in Gateshead is under attack by an Inferi Swarm.”
“In broad daylight?” Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in perplex.

~o0o~

Ex-Auror Abby Brixton waved some smelling salts under Aunt Petunia’s nose, and she came to.
“Come on dear, you don’t need to see any more of this,” Abby said, leading Petunia back to her room.
“I can’t believe that Zombies are real,” Dudley gasped as he watched the images on the flat-screen television of Special Operations forces shooting ineffectually at the mass of lurching corpses surrounding and invading the Metrocentre Mall. The special police units were aiming for the heads, but nothing seemed to stop the “zombies.”
“Yeah... Though technically, wizards call them Inferi,” Harry said. “Apparently Zombies are something a bit different--I’m still not clear on what the difference is though.”
“Inferi are just mindless corpses reanimated and controlled by a spell--like a puppet, or more accurately, like a robot programmed to perform certain tasks,” Hermione explained. “Zombies are magically reanimated corpses too, but somehow, the soul of the person is also resurrected and trapped inside the otherwise still quite dead body.”
“That’s revolting...” Jean looked horrified.
“Voldemort used ‘em in the last war,” Moody growled. “Looks like he’s at it again. Bit odd seeing them still attackin’ in daytime though. They generally avoid the light and retreat when dawn breaks. I suppose Voldy is sending a message...”
“How do you kill them in real life?” Dudley asked excitedly. “Why don’t they die if you shoot them in the head.”
“Well, that’s just it. You can’t kill what’s dead already. They aren’t partially living and controlled by brain-viruses like the ones in your video-games,” Mad Eye replied. “Inferi don’t feel pain or fear. Though they don't like light and heat, and can be repelled by certain Light and Heat spells... but to destroy them completely you have to use some sort of fire spell, or de-animate them--which takes some doin’.”
“Disintegration spells like the Reductor Curse can work on ‘em too, but only the one you’re aiming at. If you’ve got people trapped by a load of the buggers, you’re in trouble...”
“The police could just use flame-throwers then, couldn’t they?” Dudley said.
The grizzled ex-auror snorted and grimaced. He was starting to like Dudley’s enthusiasm.
“Too dangerous, unless they want to torch the whole mall and every living person inside... and you run the risk of flaming inferi runnin’ around catchin’ everything else on fire before they finally succumb... Really, the only time you want to use a Firestorm spell is when you’ve got a load of them in an enclosed area away from other people and flammable surroundings.”
“What about a Patronus?” Harry asked pensively.
“Eh? I suppose it would be quite effective as a shield or repellin’ charm actually,” Moody began, “but that’s it. A patronus can’t destroy anything... Still can’t figure out what happened to those Dementors at the maze. Dumbledore doesn’t even seem to know...”
Harry and Hermione shared an awkward look, but nobody caught it. The only other person they had told so far was Dora. Harry had been wanting to tell Sirius and Lupin about it too, but he had thought better of it for the moment. It would have to wait until he had run it by the rest of the Unaffiliateds.
After a somber breakfast, Harry, Hermione and Dora packed up and readied themselves to return to Hogwarts.
“Look after yourselves, dears.” Jean gave Hermione and Harry both a hug, and smiled at Dora.
“Bye Mum!” Hermione smiled tearfully, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll miss you Mum!” Harry swallowed and blinked back tears of his own as he gave Jean one last hug.
One by one, they stepped into the green flames.

~o0o~
The Dark Lord was most pleased. He stroked Nagini’s head absentmindedly as he admired his and Bellatrix’s handiwork on the muggle contraption called television in the parlour of the new muggle manor which he and Wormtail had taken several days ago after killing its inhabitants.
Voldemort had paid such muggle technologies little heed before, having been more inclined in his previous incarnation to reside in Pureblood wizard homes full of magic, where such technologies didn’t operate properly, if at all. But a number of Snatchers who were involved with muggle criminals had mentioned the practical utility of many electronic devices favoured by muggle burglars.
And the Dark Lord was nothing if not pragmatic. The corpses of the muggle residents of the manor had become the first Inferi which--with Wormtail's skilled assistance--the Dark Lord and Bellatrix had created after the consummation of their union.
Wormtail had then organised the Snatchers into units and several groups had been turned into raiding parties to ransack hospitals and police morgues for the Freshly Dead. Others had sought out vagabonds and vagrants to kill. Subsequently, Bellatrix had ingeniously devised some new rituals and spells giving the Inferi the ability to operate in daylight without retreat.
The Dark Lord knew that this first strike would eventually be brought to an end, but it mattered little. The message for the Dark Witch and the Old Fool had been sent loud and clear.
The Dark Witch could have the Dark Lord’s old supporters for now--they would soon beg to return to their True Master’s side when they began to fall before his True Might.
And the Old Fool; he would learn once and for all that Love was a weakness. There was no Good or Evil, no “Light” or “Dark,” only Power; and the Old Fool would bear witness to the Truth that those without magical blood were destined to be ruled by those who were willing to use that Power.
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