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Senior Undersecretary and Deputy to the Minister Dolores Umbridge was furious. She hurled five of her finest china plates with pictures of pink cats on them against the pink pinstriped wall of her office, shattering them all over her pink cushions and her pink shag carpet. Ministry staffers passing by ignored the sounds of outrage coming from her office. They were used to it, and they were thankful that Dolores didn’t have any real power.
Deputy Minister Umbridge turned back and glared at the files on her desk. Black, Potter, and Dumbledore. She added Hermione Granger's file and Cornelius Fudge’s file to the grouping. She had known Cornelius Fudge was soft on Potter and overly reliant on Dumbledore. That was his weak point. Dolores had been working on Cornelius ever since she had heard that James Potter’s son was attending Hogwarts. But apparently Dumbledore had beaten her to Fudge’s soul.
Dolores decided then and there that it was time for a New Order in the wizard world--a Pureblood order under her thumb. She would eliminate the mudbloods and the halfbreeds once and for all. If Voldemort was after the Ministry, and actually managed to return from the dead, he would have to fight her for it.
~o0o~
Hermione was confused. On the one hand, she could sense straightaway that Professor Lupin and Mr Black’s intentions were good, but they didn’t smell right and the fur on her spine and tail stood on end. Mr Black had a distinct canine odour mixed with his human scent. Professor Lupin had a canine/human whiff too, but his was somehow different--wilder.
Anxiously, Hermione tightened her grip on Harry’s arm when Sirius Black rose to greet Harry, and she instinctively hissed. Harry and Sirius both stopped. Sirius looked crestfallen. Hermione was appalled with herself and tears filled her eyes.
“I’m so sorry Mr Black... Harry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Something just came over me.”
“I know what’s wrong,” said Professor Lupin quietly. “Miss Granger, Sirius Black is an Animagus--a skin changer. His animal form is that of a dog. And me... I’m a werewolf.”
There was silence.
“Would anyone like a lemon-drop?” Dumbledore asked, his eyes sparkling. “No? Perhaps some tea?”
The headmaster snapped his fingers and a tea-tray well loaded with a pot of tea and plates of sandwiches and biscuits appeared. Then he rose from his seat.
“Well, I just remembered that I’m meeting Aberforth for tea. I’ll leave you all to it. Try not to leave too big of mess please,” said Dumbledore with a wink at Harry.
After Dumbledore left, Harry couldn’t help himself. He grinned at his father’s two best friends.
“I guess Hermione’s not the only one with a Furry Little Problem then!” Harry said with a chuckle.
Sirius and Lupin did a double-take, then they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Harry gave Hermione a little tickle under one of her furry ears, and she started giggling too.
“No she’s not, Harry,” replied Lupin. He was still laughing, but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone. “Your father always used to refer to my lycanthropy as a ‘Furry Little Problem’ too. But as problematic as being a werewolf is, and the prejudice I have to put up with, I must say I think I may have the easier part of it than Miss Granger.”
“Most of the month I can pass as fully human. If it weren’t for registration, nobody would have to know that I am a werewolf. That option is unavailable to you--Miss Granger--just as it is unavailable to a centaur. I don’t know how much help I can be as you adjust to your new situation, but I’ll be here if you need to talk to someone who understands ‘Furry Little Problems,’” Lupin finished with a kindly smile.
“I’ll try not to chase you when I turn into a dog, Miss Granger,” Sirius quipped.
Hermione giggled, her furry tail waving in mirth.
“You can call me Hermione, Mr Black. Harry is the only family I have now. If you’re his godfather, you’ll be seeing a lot of me.”
“Well, Hermione, then you’ll just have to call me Sirius won’t you... or perhaps even godfather-in-law.” Sirius winked at Harry who turned crimson. Sirius sobered slightly, and looked a bit anxious as he continued.
“Harry... I know this will seem sudden, but you’re the only family I have left. Your father was a brother to me, and I swore to look after you in the event of... Well... I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but I would really like it if you would come and live with me...”
“Are you joking!?” gasped Harry, beaming as his heart swelled. “Of course I’ll come and live with you!” Then Harry paused, his features set in resolve and he continued, “But only if Hermione can live with us too. I’m not going anywhere without her.”
Harry’s godfather grinned from ear to ear. This was better than he could have possibly imagined. Number 12 was a dark dreary place--hollow and lonely--like Sirius was. It was better than Azkaban, but not by much. Perhaps Harry and Hermione’s youthful exuberance would even make Number 12 habitable.
“I’ll be expecting a visit from you two at Easter then,” Sirius beamed.
Hermione’s furry ears flattened, her tail curled tightly, and she gave a little gasp of her own when Harry asked Sirius to take her in too. A thrill of happiness shook her. She squeezed Harry giddily and kissed him on the cheek, and appeared to be about to hyperventilate.
“Oh my gosh... Oh my gosh... Thank you Mr Bl... I mean Sirius. Thank you so much! I don’t know what to say...”
“Just say you’ll look after Harry for me when I’m not around,” Sirius replied with a wistful smile--already missing Harry.
“Of course. Of course I will...” Hermione replied as she giggled. She jumped excitedly, her tail bobbing, and kissed Harry again.
Harry couldn’t stop grinning all the way back to their private chambers after tea with Sirius and Professor Lupin. Hermione skipped along beside him, purring joyfully. As soon as they got in the door they fell on the settee and embraced each other tightly.
Hermione began crying again as she kissed him, but this time they were tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.
“Thank you so much Harry. I never knew what love was before I met you,” Hermione said with adoration in her eyes as she ran her fingers through Harry’s hair. “I thought I did. I thought my parents... But you’ve shown me what it really means to love someone.”
A wave of ardour took Harry like it never had before. He hadn’t realised how much he needed to hear someone say that they loved him in quite that way until today. Harry couldn’t talk; he replied with a deep long kiss. The two young wizards were swept up together, lost in a whirlwind of passion as they pulled each other’s clothes off and tumbled to the floor.
Harry stroked the fur on Hermione’s spine with one hand as he kissed one of her silky ears and stroked her abdomen with his other hand. Hermione was already meowing, her ears flattening. She rolled on her back with Harry on top of her, his erect penis pressing against her inner thighs. Hermione needed him inside of her. She opened her legs and wrapped them around Harry’s.
Harry entered Hermione with one thrust and she curled her fluffy tail around his backside, pulling him into her moist depths, gasping and meowing ecstatically. Hermione’s labia clung to Harry’s erection as he slid hard and fast in and out of Hermione’s warm body.
The storm of passion which had taken them both was too much.
Harry moaned and stiffened inside of Hermione. She yowled loudly and the pair climaxed explosively together. Magic and Electricity arced from the young lovers shattering the chandelier, knocking lamps off tables and pictures from the walls. But all Hermione could feel before she passed out in a tidal wave of bliss was Harry squirting semen deep inside of her, and his beads of sweat against her skin as she clutched him tightly.
~o0o~
Harry felt Hermione kneading his chest and purring under his chin as he awoke. He blinked a few times and noticed all of the spell damage to the sitting room, mouth gaping in bewilderment.
“What happened Hermione?”
Hermione giggled in response.
“I’m not really sure Harry... But it might mean that we’re married now.”
Hermione laughed at the shock on Harry’s face,
“Not really, silly. Not legally married. I think it’s probably something that happens to wizards sometimes when they have sex--especially when they’re really in love and it’s a particularly powerful experience. We can’t help but let magic out of us under those circumstances.”
“Oh... yeah! That makes perfect sense,” Harry said, slightly relieved and saddened at the same time. “Well... even so, that doesn’t preclude you being right to begin with Hermione. Maybe it’s sort of a magical sign of marriage. Shouldn’t marriage be good like that?”
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment, and saw Harry again for the first time.
“Yes Harry. Yes it should.” Hermione melted into Harry’s liquid green eyes. Their lips met for an endless moment, and when they pulled apart they knew it was true.
“Hermione...?”
“Yes Harry?”
“D’ you...? Do you think we’re too young to get legally married?” Harry flushed as he asked the question. “It’s just... it’s just I already know I don’t want to be with anyone else. It’s nice having sex with other girls, and Parvati’s a good friend, but I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else but you.”
Hermione was stunned. She didn’t know what to say. She had made the comment to Harry in jest, but she had to admit that she had said it because she wished it were true. Then it really hit her; Harry had just asked Hermione to marry him.
Hermione kissed Harry jubilantly and giggled excitedly.
“YES Harry... I mean no... I mean yes I’ll marry you, and no we’re not too young because we’re both legally of age in the wizard world now that we're emancipated.”
Harry grinned at Hermione, feeling like he would burst with happiness. He knew that they were very young and that it was all happening too fast. But he didn’t care. Harry also knew that he would never find anyone as nice as Hermione to be with, nor did he want to; and they only had each other now.
The weeks leading to Easter passed in a euphoric haze. Wednesday lessons with Snape were fast-paced and intensive. Snape’s normal no-nonsense manner was back, but he made no attempts to antagonise Harry or Hermione or look for excuses to dock points.
In short, Snape was behaving like a proper teacher--even in regular classes--which unnerved Draco Malfoy. During regular potions lessons, Malfoy had noticed that Professor Snape wasn’t favouring Slytherins as much. Snape still treated Draco very well--he was his father’s best friend after all--but Draco couldn’t understand why Snape was treating Potter and Granger fairly.
On the last advanced potions tutoring session before Easter, Snape seemed to be in a somber mood. This session was not to be a lesson.
“Potter...” Snape began in his normal strict professorial manner, but then his tone softened. “Harry... After the recent affair with the Heir of Slytherin and the diary, the Headmaster saw fit to share with me his concerns--having deemed that I was sufficiently... correctly motivated.”
“The Headmaster has determined that the diary was a magical artifact housing a piece of Voldemort’s soul, a Horcrux. The purpose of a Horcrux is to tether the creator of it to life. Harry...” concern crossed Snape’s features, “The Headmaster has also determined that your curse scar is also in fact, for all intents and purposes, a 'Horcrux'.”
Harry and Hermione both looked shocked.
“A piece of Voldemort’s soul is attached to yours Harry. The Headmaster enlisted me to find a way to destroy it. I have indeed managed to develop a potion based on one found only among the wizard clans of the Deep Amazon.”
“This will be a difficult experience--with a slim possibility of death... You will have to fight Voldemort within yourself with everything you have... and kill him.” Snape paused to let that sink in before continuing in almost a whisper.
“But I believe you will prevail Harry--I believe in...” Snape paused dramatically and raised his eyebrows. Snape's gaze was intense and slightly wistful, “I believe in you... Harry.”
Snape handed the vial of potion to Harry. Harry looked at Hermione. Her eyes widened and her furry ears pricked.
“I believe in you too Harry!” Hermione said with conviction.
Harry swallowed the potion without another thought.
Harry was spinning, falling through a rainbow whirlpool. Branches broke his fall when he emerged from the other end. Harry dusted himself off and looked around. He was in a dark forest of enormous ancient oaks. Cautiously, Harry advanced along an overgrown pathway.
An enormous beast with many legs startled Harry when it dropped from the trees and blocked his passage. The giant spider scurried towards Harry. He stood his ground and pointed his wand. The spider vanished and in its place appeared an enormous brightly coloured butterfly.
Harry stood in a ruined house over a baby's burned crib. A chill crawled over his skin, raising goosebumps. This was where his parents had been killed--where Voldemort had tried to kill Harry.
A tall dark menacing figure appeared in the doorway of the wrecked room. Harry held his breath. Voldemort!
Voldemort raised his wand and shot a green bolt of lightning at Harry. Harry dodged, instinctively trying to cast a shielding spell, but Hermione’s face flickered before his eyes and he somehow knew what to do. Harry’s spell emerged from the end of his wand as a glowing ball of white pulsing light and shot right into Voldemort’s heart.
An explosion ripped through Harry’s brain and he began to convulse, foaming at the mouth. Hermione screamed and she threw herself on him. The storm in Harry’s head ended as rapidly as it had onset and he came to, gasping for air as Hermione tightly embraced him.
Harry felt different. As if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and cobwebs had been swept from his brain. His scar was gone.
AN: I know that in canon, Harry's scar remains. It's just a it of poetic licence n my part.
Deputy Minister Umbridge turned back and glared at the files on her desk. Black, Potter, and Dumbledore. She added Hermione Granger's file and Cornelius Fudge’s file to the grouping. She had known Cornelius Fudge was soft on Potter and overly reliant on Dumbledore. That was his weak point. Dolores had been working on Cornelius ever since she had heard that James Potter’s son was attending Hogwarts. But apparently Dumbledore had beaten her to Fudge’s soul.
Dolores decided then and there that it was time for a New Order in the wizard world--a Pureblood order under her thumb. She would eliminate the mudbloods and the halfbreeds once and for all. If Voldemort was after the Ministry, and actually managed to return from the dead, he would have to fight her for it.
~o0o~
Hermione was confused. On the one hand, she could sense straightaway that Professor Lupin and Mr Black’s intentions were good, but they didn’t smell right and the fur on her spine and tail stood on end. Mr Black had a distinct canine odour mixed with his human scent. Professor Lupin had a canine/human whiff too, but his was somehow different--wilder.
Anxiously, Hermione tightened her grip on Harry’s arm when Sirius Black rose to greet Harry, and she instinctively hissed. Harry and Sirius both stopped. Sirius looked crestfallen. Hermione was appalled with herself and tears filled her eyes.
“I’m so sorry Mr Black... Harry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Something just came over me.”
“I know what’s wrong,” said Professor Lupin quietly. “Miss Granger, Sirius Black is an Animagus--a skin changer. His animal form is that of a dog. And me... I’m a werewolf.”
There was silence.
“Would anyone like a lemon-drop?” Dumbledore asked, his eyes sparkling. “No? Perhaps some tea?”
The headmaster snapped his fingers and a tea-tray well loaded with a pot of tea and plates of sandwiches and biscuits appeared. Then he rose from his seat.
“Well, I just remembered that I’m meeting Aberforth for tea. I’ll leave you all to it. Try not to leave too big of mess please,” said Dumbledore with a wink at Harry.
After Dumbledore left, Harry couldn’t help himself. He grinned at his father’s two best friends.
“I guess Hermione’s not the only one with a Furry Little Problem then!” Harry said with a chuckle.
Sirius and Lupin did a double-take, then they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Harry gave Hermione a little tickle under one of her furry ears, and she started giggling too.
“No she’s not, Harry,” replied Lupin. He was still laughing, but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone. “Your father always used to refer to my lycanthropy as a ‘Furry Little Problem’ too. But as problematic as being a werewolf is, and the prejudice I have to put up with, I must say I think I may have the easier part of it than Miss Granger.”
“Most of the month I can pass as fully human. If it weren’t for registration, nobody would have to know that I am a werewolf. That option is unavailable to you--Miss Granger--just as it is unavailable to a centaur. I don’t know how much help I can be as you adjust to your new situation, but I’ll be here if you need to talk to someone who understands ‘Furry Little Problems,’” Lupin finished with a kindly smile.
“I’ll try not to chase you when I turn into a dog, Miss Granger,” Sirius quipped.
Hermione giggled, her furry tail waving in mirth.
“You can call me Hermione, Mr Black. Harry is the only family I have now. If you’re his godfather, you’ll be seeing a lot of me.”
“Well, Hermione, then you’ll just have to call me Sirius won’t you... or perhaps even godfather-in-law.” Sirius winked at Harry who turned crimson. Sirius sobered slightly, and looked a bit anxious as he continued.
“Harry... I know this will seem sudden, but you’re the only family I have left. Your father was a brother to me, and I swore to look after you in the event of... Well... I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but I would really like it if you would come and live with me...”
“Are you joking!?” gasped Harry, beaming as his heart swelled. “Of course I’ll come and live with you!” Then Harry paused, his features set in resolve and he continued, “But only if Hermione can live with us too. I’m not going anywhere without her.”
Harry’s godfather grinned from ear to ear. This was better than he could have possibly imagined. Number 12 was a dark dreary place--hollow and lonely--like Sirius was. It was better than Azkaban, but not by much. Perhaps Harry and Hermione’s youthful exuberance would even make Number 12 habitable.
“I’ll be expecting a visit from you two at Easter then,” Sirius beamed.
Hermione’s furry ears flattened, her tail curled tightly, and she gave a little gasp of her own when Harry asked Sirius to take her in too. A thrill of happiness shook her. She squeezed Harry giddily and kissed him on the cheek, and appeared to be about to hyperventilate.
“Oh my gosh... Oh my gosh... Thank you Mr Bl... I mean Sirius. Thank you so much! I don’t know what to say...”
“Just say you’ll look after Harry for me when I’m not around,” Sirius replied with a wistful smile--already missing Harry.
“Of course. Of course I will...” Hermione replied as she giggled. She jumped excitedly, her tail bobbing, and kissed Harry again.
Harry couldn’t stop grinning all the way back to their private chambers after tea with Sirius and Professor Lupin. Hermione skipped along beside him, purring joyfully. As soon as they got in the door they fell on the settee and embraced each other tightly.
Hermione began crying again as she kissed him, but this time they were tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.
“Thank you so much Harry. I never knew what love was before I met you,” Hermione said with adoration in her eyes as she ran her fingers through Harry’s hair. “I thought I did. I thought my parents... But you’ve shown me what it really means to love someone.”
A wave of ardour took Harry like it never had before. He hadn’t realised how much he needed to hear someone say that they loved him in quite that way until today. Harry couldn’t talk; he replied with a deep long kiss. The two young wizards were swept up together, lost in a whirlwind of passion as they pulled each other’s clothes off and tumbled to the floor.
Harry stroked the fur on Hermione’s spine with one hand as he kissed one of her silky ears and stroked her abdomen with his other hand. Hermione was already meowing, her ears flattening. She rolled on her back with Harry on top of her, his erect penis pressing against her inner thighs. Hermione needed him inside of her. She opened her legs and wrapped them around Harry’s.
Harry entered Hermione with one thrust and she curled her fluffy tail around his backside, pulling him into her moist depths, gasping and meowing ecstatically. Hermione’s labia clung to Harry’s erection as he slid hard and fast in and out of Hermione’s warm body.
The storm of passion which had taken them both was too much.
Harry moaned and stiffened inside of Hermione. She yowled loudly and the pair climaxed explosively together. Magic and Electricity arced from the young lovers shattering the chandelier, knocking lamps off tables and pictures from the walls. But all Hermione could feel before she passed out in a tidal wave of bliss was Harry squirting semen deep inside of her, and his beads of sweat against her skin as she clutched him tightly.
~o0o~
Harry felt Hermione kneading his chest and purring under his chin as he awoke. He blinked a few times and noticed all of the spell damage to the sitting room, mouth gaping in bewilderment.
“What happened Hermione?”
Hermione giggled in response.
“I’m not really sure Harry... But it might mean that we’re married now.”
Hermione laughed at the shock on Harry’s face,
“Not really, silly. Not legally married. I think it’s probably something that happens to wizards sometimes when they have sex--especially when they’re really in love and it’s a particularly powerful experience. We can’t help but let magic out of us under those circumstances.”
“Oh... yeah! That makes perfect sense,” Harry said, slightly relieved and saddened at the same time. “Well... even so, that doesn’t preclude you being right to begin with Hermione. Maybe it’s sort of a magical sign of marriage. Shouldn’t marriage be good like that?”
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment, and saw Harry again for the first time.
“Yes Harry. Yes it should.” Hermione melted into Harry’s liquid green eyes. Their lips met for an endless moment, and when they pulled apart they knew it was true.
“Hermione...?”
“Yes Harry?”
“D’ you...? Do you think we’re too young to get legally married?” Harry flushed as he asked the question. “It’s just... it’s just I already know I don’t want to be with anyone else. It’s nice having sex with other girls, and Parvati’s a good friend, but I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else but you.”
Hermione was stunned. She didn’t know what to say. She had made the comment to Harry in jest, but she had to admit that she had said it because she wished it were true. Then it really hit her; Harry had just asked Hermione to marry him.
Hermione kissed Harry jubilantly and giggled excitedly.
“YES Harry... I mean no... I mean yes I’ll marry you, and no we’re not too young because we’re both legally of age in the wizard world now that we're emancipated.”
Harry grinned at Hermione, feeling like he would burst with happiness. He knew that they were very young and that it was all happening too fast. But he didn’t care. Harry also knew that he would never find anyone as nice as Hermione to be with, nor did he want to; and they only had each other now.
The weeks leading to Easter passed in a euphoric haze. Wednesday lessons with Snape were fast-paced and intensive. Snape’s normal no-nonsense manner was back, but he made no attempts to antagonise Harry or Hermione or look for excuses to dock points.
In short, Snape was behaving like a proper teacher--even in regular classes--which unnerved Draco Malfoy. During regular potions lessons, Malfoy had noticed that Professor Snape wasn’t favouring Slytherins as much. Snape still treated Draco very well--he was his father’s best friend after all--but Draco couldn’t understand why Snape was treating Potter and Granger fairly.
On the last advanced potions tutoring session before Easter, Snape seemed to be in a somber mood. This session was not to be a lesson.
“Potter...” Snape began in his normal strict professorial manner, but then his tone softened. “Harry... After the recent affair with the Heir of Slytherin and the diary, the Headmaster saw fit to share with me his concerns--having deemed that I was sufficiently... correctly motivated.”
“The Headmaster has determined that the diary was a magical artifact housing a piece of Voldemort’s soul, a Horcrux. The purpose of a Horcrux is to tether the creator of it to life. Harry...” concern crossed Snape’s features, “The Headmaster has also determined that your curse scar is also in fact, for all intents and purposes, a 'Horcrux'.”
Harry and Hermione both looked shocked.
“A piece of Voldemort’s soul is attached to yours Harry. The Headmaster enlisted me to find a way to destroy it. I have indeed managed to develop a potion based on one found only among the wizard clans of the Deep Amazon.”
“This will be a difficult experience--with a slim possibility of death... You will have to fight Voldemort within yourself with everything you have... and kill him.” Snape paused to let that sink in before continuing in almost a whisper.
“But I believe you will prevail Harry--I believe in...” Snape paused dramatically and raised his eyebrows. Snape's gaze was intense and slightly wistful, “I believe in you... Harry.”
Snape handed the vial of potion to Harry. Harry looked at Hermione. Her eyes widened and her furry ears pricked.
“I believe in you too Harry!” Hermione said with conviction.
Harry swallowed the potion without another thought.
Harry was spinning, falling through a rainbow whirlpool. Branches broke his fall when he emerged from the other end. Harry dusted himself off and looked around. He was in a dark forest of enormous ancient oaks. Cautiously, Harry advanced along an overgrown pathway.
An enormous beast with many legs startled Harry when it dropped from the trees and blocked his passage. The giant spider scurried towards Harry. He stood his ground and pointed his wand. The spider vanished and in its place appeared an enormous brightly coloured butterfly.
Harry stood in a ruined house over a baby's burned crib. A chill crawled over his skin, raising goosebumps. This was where his parents had been killed--where Voldemort had tried to kill Harry.
A tall dark menacing figure appeared in the doorway of the wrecked room. Harry held his breath. Voldemort!
Voldemort raised his wand and shot a green bolt of lightning at Harry. Harry dodged, instinctively trying to cast a shielding spell, but Hermione’s face flickered before his eyes and he somehow knew what to do. Harry’s spell emerged from the end of his wand as a glowing ball of white pulsing light and shot right into Voldemort’s heart.
An explosion ripped through Harry’s brain and he began to convulse, foaming at the mouth. Hermione screamed and she threw herself on him. The storm in Harry’s head ended as rapidly as it had onset and he came to, gasping for air as Hermione tightly embraced him.
Harry felt different. As if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and cobwebs had been swept from his brain. His scar was gone.
AN: I know that in canon, Harry's scar remains. It's just a it of poetic licence n my part.
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