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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour scowled appraisingly at the chaotic scene at the Metrocentre Mall in Gateshead. He had just arrived, and had been given carte blanche to take over as an “MI5” Anti-terrorist Operations Manager.
He wished that he had been called in sooner. It was shortly after noon now, and Scrimgeour wondered why it had taken so long for the Minister to call him! He supposed that perhaps it had taken the Minister a few hours to talk the muggle Prime Minister into letting wizards take over.
Scrimgeour also wished that he still had Kingsley Shacklebolt and John Dawlish to work with; they had been his top two agents. But they had been too close to Scrimgeour’s previous boss, Head of the DMLE, Amelia Bones, and she had been too close to the Crafty Old Coot who ran Hogwarts.
Head Auror Scrimgeour wasn’t entirely certain that he trusted Minister Umbridge--which wasn’t saying much, as he didn’t really trust anyone. She wore far too many hats for his liking--she had been Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office when she had also taken on the role of Fudge’s Senior Undersecretary.
Now, Dolores Umbridge was not only the Minister for Magic, but the Acting Head of the DMLE as well. And yet Scrimgeour was almost certain that Umbridge had also been a staffer in the Department of Mysteries--an Unspeakable. Her career path was baffling to say the least.
Still, the Minister certainly had the right idea about Dumbledore. And unlike Fudge, Minister Umbridge was willing to do whatever it took to get the job done properly--no matter how harsh the measures, so Head Auror Scrimgeour had to give her that.
Scrimgeour's features hardened. First things first. It was time to issue a blackout on the muggle media coverage, and to clear all muggles from the area within a few mile radius so that the DMLE’s Hit-Wizards could put down the Inferi quickly with Firestorm spells without being observed. He would do his best to rescue some of the muggles in the mall, but he didn’t want to waste too much time, or put any wizards at risk trying to locate them all. If a few muggles died, then so be it.
There was a loud crack and Scrimgeour started.
“Mulligan, what are you doing here?” Scrimgeour noted Auror Mulligan’s sweaty disheveled appearance.
“Saving some muggles sir,” Mulligan responded with heavy breaths, “I got here an hour ago and I decided not to wait for the go ahead. I called in several other aurors too. We’ve just been rescuing and obliviating and staying out of sight of the muggle authorities.”
“Good... that’s good then,” Scrimgeour nodded, frowning, “Don’t worry about acting without orders. You did the right thing. My hands were tied until the Minister got the green-light from the Muggle PM.”
“So what now Sir?”
“You did your bit, let the Hit-Team do theirs. We're going to use Firestorm Spells and let the place burn.”
“Should I have a Magical Repair Team ready Sir?” Mulligan asked, perplexed. Scrimgeour shook his head.
“No, the Minister said not to worry.” Scrimgeour actually looked a bit surprised himself. “The muggle Prime Minister told her that the owners have insurance, and that he would be able to sell the cover story better if we just leave it destroyed--the muggle PM was already considering using flamethrowers and other incendiary weapons anyway.”
“And he had planned on telling the muggle civilians that the Inferi are 'walking dead,' victims of an escaped, incurable, genetically modified necrotising virus. Apparently it's a concept which muggles have become used to and will accept readily...”

~o0o~

Albus Dumbledore sighed with distaste as Minerva, Poppy, and Flitwick obliviated the last few muggles that they had evacuated from the mall and sent them wandering into the crowds beyond the perimeter which the muggle police had created. With the magically implanted memories the muggles had been given, it would just be assumed that they had somehow managed to escape the hordes of Undead who had invaded the Mall.
Severus appeared out of nowhere with a loud pop.
“Auror Mulligan and I have finished with our lot Headmaster,” Snape said. “Scrimgeour finally arrived, and I sent Mulligan to cover for us. He’s taken some of the muggles we rescued, so that Scrimgeour can claim a few saves.”
“Well done, Severus.” Dumbledore nodded approvingly. “We shall leave behind the bodies of those already dead for Rufus Scrimgeour to find.
“What on Earth took Scrimgeour so bloody long?” snarled Madam Pomfrey, who was covered in blood from the muggles she had treated.
“That is a puzzle indeed Poppy,” The Headmaster responded. “However, we should count ourselves quite fortunate that we had the time to rescue those that we could without being harassed or impeded by the Ministry. If I know Rufus, he is no doubt preparing to burn the place to the ground to eliminate the Inferi threat as quickly as possible, with little regard for the lives of non-magical humans.”
“Yes, well, speaking of which, perhaps we should leave before Rufus discovers us here,” Minerva said, glancing around anxiously.

~o0o~

Dora burst out of the green flames into the Hogwarts Staff-room. She tripped over the hearth and Harry caught her.
“Sorry Harry!” Dora coughed as ash swirled around them, “I dunno why I still ‘ave trouble with Floo travel. I much prefer brooms...”
Dora tried to let go of Harry but the room still seemed to be spinning. Harry clutched her to stop her from falling.
“I’ve got you Dora,” Harry said sympathetically, “and I know what you mean--I feel exactly the same way.”
“Ta Harry,” said Dora, giving Harry a little kiss of gratitude. “I think I’m alright now.”
“Welcome back Tonks!”
Dora looked up, eyes widening, spying Professor Lupin standing next to Hermione with an all too perceptive smile on his face.
“Wotcher Lupin!” Dora turned pink. “Where’s Pomfrey? I thought she was supposed to be greetin’ us.”
“There’s been an Inferi attack...” Lupin began.
“In Gateshead... we know! We were watching it on the BBC news just before we left.” Hermione’s furry ears twitched with worry.
“Indeed,” Lupin nodded sadly, “Dumbledore took Pomfrey, Flitwick, McGonagall, and a few other professors and Order members to rescue as many muggles as they could. I stayed behind with Hagrid to avoid trouble with the Ministry.”
“But why?” Harry asked. “I know the Minister hates Hermione and me and Dumbledore, but wouldn’t the aurors be happy for a bit of help?”
“It will be problematic as it is, if the current administration runs into any of the Order. If they found a werewolf and a half-giant at the scene too... well let’s just say we don’t want to give them any ideas about trying to pin this on Dumbledore,” Lupin replied.
“But that’s just mad!” gasped Hermione, her furry tail bristling with outrage. “Everyone knows Dumbledore wouldn’t create Dark Creatures and set them on Muggles...”
“Believe me, that would not stop the Minister from trying anyway.”
“Lupin’s right Hermione,” Harry said quietly, as understanding hit him. “The Minister... She won’t stop at anything to get us. She’s like Voldemort, but she’s a lot smarter and more devious than he is. She’s trying to make it look like we’re the bad guys, and she’s been doing a pretty good job of it. We were lucky to get Ragnok on our side--he really swung it for us.”
“Yeah... but now that you’ve claimed your Seat on the Wizengamot Harry, you’ve set ‘er back a bit,” Dora said with some pride. “You shoulda seen ‘im Lupin. Harry was amazing--a real hero. The whole Wizengamot was in an uproar when ‘e and Hermione won--between their supporters and their detractors--but he shouted over all of them and shut the lot up.”
Dora couldn’t help it. She grinned and squeezed Harry, giving him another kiss in front of Lupin. Hermione flung her arms around Harry, furry tail bouncing gleefully, and gave him a kiss too.
“That was fantastic. The look on that Foul Evil Toad’s face when Harry took his Seat as a Warlock made my day!” Hermione squeaked, eyes shining.
“That’s excellent Harry,” Lupin beamed. “Sirius will be absolutely thrilled to hear that...”
“Where is he anyway? I can’t wait to see him and tell him all about it,” Harry said with a grin.
“You can visit both of us in the Shrieking Shack before dinner for a bit if you would like,” Lupin replied cheerfully. “We’ve fixed it up and made it quite nice inside...”
“Brilliant,” Harry interrupted, his grin widened. “I’ll be able to see Sirius more often.”
“Indeed... But I should think that you would want to spend a bit of time with your friends first,” Lupin concluded with another knowing smile.

~o0o~

Harry found himself under a scrum of squealing girls being peppered with kisses by all of them in the middle of the quidditch pitch. Hermione giggled as she was giddily dragged into the pile-up and snogged by Daphne and Luna before Fleur and Parvati each took a turn.
Fleur, Parvati, Daphne, and Luna, had all been flying around, throwing the quaffle between themselves and tossing it through the hoops for a bit of fun. The moment they saw Harry, Hermione, and Dora on the field they had all dive-bombed the trio and leapt off their brooms, pouncing on all three of them.
Dora hadn’t expected to find herself flattened on the lawn, on the receiving end of kisses too. She had been prepared for perhaps a few hugs at most.
“I missed you loads as well Dora!” Parvati giggled when she saw the puzzled expression on the royal blue haired girl’s face after giving Dora a particularly wet kiss. Parvati was straddling Dora’s waist, purring. Her furry black tail snaked up to caress Dora’s cheek.
“My cat senses may not be as strong as Hermione’s--I swear, her cat half must have come from a part kneazle,” Parvati continued. “But I know how you feel about us. You’ve been training us for months--it was impossible to miss...”
“...And if it weren’t for you, we could have never helped Harry and Hermione get through the Third Task and helped to save Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur,” chimed in Luna, her fluffy white tail fanning breezily as she gave Dora a kiss too.
“...For which I am vairy grateful!” said Fleur as she brushed the royal blue bangs out of Dora's blushing face and pressed her humid lips to Dora’s.
“As am I Dora,” said Daphne, smiling sweetly, kneeling in the grass next to Fleur beside Dora. Daphne replaced Fleur’s lips with her own. “Thank you for being there for all of us,” Daphne whispered.
“See Dora...? We all love you loads!” Harry said, who was still flat on his back in the grass on the other side of Dora with Hermione and Luna both lying across him, their furry tails waving and furry ears flicking joyfully.
Harry reached a hand over to take Fleur’s and he squeezed it. Stretching his neck and shoulders, he twisted around to give Dora a warm kiss too, and finally, Hermione took a turn.
“Harry’s right you know, we do all love you Dora,” Hermione concluded quietly, gazing into Dora's eyes.
Dora’s blush deepened. She bit her lip and her hair began to flash through the colours of the rainbow as she peered back at the rest of the Unaffiliated, her chest rising and falling in short rapid breaths. She gulped, blinking back tears. Dora really hadn’t quite realised how much she had come to mean to all of the girls--how much she had become a part of them.
Dora had never felt like she really belonged anywhere before like she did with Harry and Hermione and this lot; certainly not with all the old fogeys in the Order of the Phoenix, who always made Dora feel awkward and clumsy, like a little girl playing pretend.
And Dora had never really fit in at the Ministry with the Aurors--like Harry had said, they were a stiff, stodgy lot, with hard edges and a narrow view of the world.
But this lot: Harry and Hermione, Luna and Parvati, Daphne and Fleur--they were gentle and sweet, and they just accepted Dora for who she was without reservation--and they apparently loved her as much as she had come to love them. A swell of emotion overcame Dora and she began to cry as she returned everyones’ kisses in the middle of the quidditch field under the bright summer sun.

AN: "Hit-Wizards" are the Auror Office's equivalent of American SWAT teams. They are not Assassins.
Also, the Auror Office and the Improper Use of Magic Office* are both sub-departments of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and at one point Dolores Umbridge was Head of IUoMO*. Mafalda Hopkirk apparently worked under Umbridge.
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