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Sirius staggered, but Lupin caught him. Sirius sat down and collected himself before responding to Arthur Weasley.

“Right then Arthur... The Order will have to meet at Aberforth’s until we find an alternative. Number 12 is out of the question. It is off-limits to the Order. I have deeded Number 12 to Harry Potter. As the rightful Warlock of the House of Potter, it is of course within his rights to host the Order. But as his Godfather, I must insist that the Order not take unnecessary risks with Harry and his wife’s lives. The less people with access to Number 12, the better.”

Arthur quickly processed Sirius’s astonishing news, and added it to what he knew Sirius had to do in response to the new Minister’s false charges against him. He smiled warmly at Harry and Hermione--who both still looked in shock--before replying.

“I completely agree Sirius. I'll back you up 100% if Dumbledore gets testy.”

“As will I,” Lupin stated firmly.

“Excellent!” Sirius beamed, not at all looking like someone being forced to go on the lam due to false charges of assassination. “I’ll meet you at Aberforth’s in one hour.”

After the departure of Arthur Weasley, Sirius sat Harry and Hermione down, and looked soberly at them again.

“Harry... Please listen carefully. This is extremely important. And Hermione, please take note--Harry will need your support to assume the responsibilities he faces as the Head of the House of Potter. The House of Potter is one of the Ancient “Pureblood” families which make up the "Upper House" of the Wizengamot--which is more or less all of it really. Your family wasn’t the wealthiest Harry, but it is one of the oldest of the current surviving bloodlines."

"As the last surviving male in your House, having achieved the age of majority, you are now the Warlock--the Head of your House--as I am of mine. That means you may claim your House’s seat on the Wizengamot. I had planned to personally shepherd you through this Harry. But for now I will have to go underground.”

“Number 12 has an extensive and up-to-date law section in the library--and I highly recommend retaining Goblin attorneys and financial advisors should you need them. But I will remain in constant contact.” Sirius paused his monologue, and gave Harry and Hermione each a small hand mirror.

“These are a bit like modern muggle mobile-phones, but they are very hard to come by. Just speak the name of the person you want to reach, and if they also have one of these mirrors you will be able to converse with them. Everyone in the Order has one, should you need to reach someone for help.”

~o0o~

The next morning was raining heavily again. Professor Lupin and the two young Hogwarts students got soaked on the way to King’s Cross. They settled in a compartment together on the Hogwarts Express and Lupin performed a drying spell on the three of them.

As the train traveled North and the day wore on, the storm became heavier and the sky became blacker. The train slowed down and came to a halt in the middle of a lonely heath and lightning lit up the sky. Several seconds later, thunder roared across the plain.

“Stay seated,” Lupin quietly warned Harry and Hermione, “The train is likely being searched for Sirius. There may be Dementors--wraiths that guard Azkaban--and they are some of the foulest creatures to walk this Earth,” said Lupin with a disgusted tone.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the temperature dropped precipitously. Ice crawled across the window panes and a skeletal hand opened the door to the compartment as the wizards' breath froze in the air. A wraith in black robes glided towards Harry and he heard a woman screaming in the distance--getting closer... a flash of green light. Harry fell into darkness and passed out.

Professor Lupin leapt up and a glowing white shield of energy from his wand cut off the creature’s advance on Harry. The wraith hissed its anger at being thwarted, and glided out of the compartment. Several minutes later, Harry and Hermione came to as the train lurched into motion again. Lupin passed Harry and Hermione a bar of chocolate each.

“Eat... the chocolate will counter the effects. Dementors stimulate one's darkest fears and misery, which they feed on, forcing people to relive their worst memories. When they attack, they literally suck out your soul with what is called the Dementor’s Kiss. For some reason, one of them just attempted to attack Harry.”

Harry and Hermione both gasped in horror. Hermione’s furry ears wilted even more. Tears were already streaming down her cheeks. She had relived the worst moment of her life--the letter from her parents--and fainted when the Dementor attacked Harry.

“But why...? What could they want with me?” asked Harry, his heart thumping in his ears.

Lupin responded worriedly,

“This could mean that the new minister is also targeting YOU Harry. In which case I will have to teach you and Hermione how to protect yourselves against dementors. Go on... eat the chocolate. You’ll feel better.”

They did feel warmer after a few minutes. But the feeling of doom lingered until the next morning. When they arrived at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey gave Harry, Hermione, and several other students a once over and more large bars of chocolate.

“Well, I never! Dementors accosting students. The new minister has a lot to answer for,” Madam Pomfrey groused to Professor McGonagall as the last student departed the hospital wing.

“I’m afraid this is just the beginning Poppy,” Minerva responded quietly.

Harry and Hermione caught up to Luna who was still crying profusely as she left the infirmary--despite the chocolate. It was very unlike Luna to collapse into tears. She usually had a very serene manner no matter what was happening around her.

Hermione hugged Luna.

“It... it was my mum...” Luna sobbed into Hermione’s shoulder. “I... I saw her die... again... before my eyes. She d... died in a horrible spell accident a few years ago--when I was nine. It was terrible--her melted body...” Luna sobbed louder and Harry put his arms around both girls, guiding them to the young couple’s private chambers.

~o0o~

The Order meeting the night before had been a tumultuous one. Dumbledore had been forced after much argument to back down from his insistence that Number 12 was a more suitable place for the Order by nearly his entire inner circle.

Even Severus--especially Severus--put his foot down in a stunning display of solidarity with Sirius. Dumbledore hadn’t expected Severus Snape to become quite so protective of Harry that he would ever agree with Sirius Black on anything. In the end, that was what finally convinced Dumbledore that he was being an old fool.

And now that the cat was out of the bag regarding Horcruxes, the pressure was on to see if any remained. The removal of the inadvertent one which Voldemort had created in Harry meant that Voldemort could be killed without Harry if necessary. The prophecy as an absolute certainty had clearly been broken. But that didn’t mean that Harry wouldn’t still be forced to engage in combat with Voldemort as long as the Dark Wizard still lived. Harry would still need to be prepared for a long war... and possible death.

The following morning, after the Dementor attack on the train Dumbledore realised that things had become worse than he could have possibly imagined. The Order now faced war on two fronts.

~o0o~

A pall settled over the wizard world over the next few weeks as the manhunt for Sirius Black escalated and a few “Undesirables” were indefinitely detained by the Ministry for “questioning.” It did not go unnoticed by the Hogwarts professors and the others who made up the Order that the “Undesirables” were all either halfblood or muggleborn. And it did not go unnoticed by the students that their professors were distracted by something worrying.

Harry and Hermione continued advanced potions sessions with Snape on Wednesdays, and now also spent Tuesday and Thursday evenings with Professor Lupin, practicing their Patronuses against a Boggart pretending to be a Dementor. The rapidity with which the two young wizards developed their Patronuses stunned Professor Lupin.

After four lessons the pair were producing some of the most powerful Corporeal Patronuses he’d ever seen and he declared them more than proficient. Even more remarkable, Harry’s was a Lion, and Hermione’s, a Lioness. Lupin had expected Harry’s to be a Stag...

~o0o~

Despite the growing gloom outside of Hogwarts’ sphere of influence, Harry and Hermione continued to ride the high of their new life together as May Day approached.

Friday after classes, a week before Beltane, Harry was on the quidditch pitch teaching Parvati, Luna, and Hermione how to fly their brooms properly. Harry had bought them all Firebolts at Easter on an excursion to Diagon Alley. Hermione was still terrified of heights, and she took a lot of coaxing to get more than three metres off the ground.

Harry sighed in frustration. He was pleased that Hermione had reinforced his natural inclination to read and learn (which had diminished while Ron had been his best friend), but he loved flying, and he really wanted Hermione at his side. Finally he had Hermione get off her broom.

“Here Hermione, there’s actually room for both of us on my broom,” Harry said with an encouraging smile. Harry caressed Hermione’s cheek with one hand and stroked her just under her ear and chin until she began purring.

Parvati and Luna grinned as they floated nearby. Hermione clambered up behind Harry, wrapped her arms and furry tail around his middle, and clasped the broom between her school-skirt clad thighs. It felt good to be holding Harry so closely, and Hermione’s panties started to dampen with the vibrating broom pressed right against her slit. She moaned slightly and purred a bit louder.

“You just hold on tight Hermione, and think of whatever you think of when you cast your Patronus.” Harry said--quite unnecessarily at that point. Hermione already felt much safer with her arms and tail around Harry, her breasts pressed against his back. She kissed Harry’s neck and purred as he lifted off the ground.

Harry swooped around the quidditch pitch as Hermione giggled in exhilaration, her bushy hair and tail whipping in the wind behind her, and her furry ears flat back against her head. Hermione’s panties were thoroughly wet now; the broom pressed the fabric deeply into her labia. A sudden, almost shameful, fantasy flashed through her mind as Harry soared higher and higher and she began to meow.

Luna and Parvati were doing their best to keep up--and doing quite well. They grinned again when they heard Hermione meowing. Harry did a loop, and Hermione gasped when the broom gave little shudders as Harry pushed its banking capabilities to the limits. The vibrations against her clitoris increased in intensity; the friction of the wooden broom shaft ground against her sopping wet panty covered vulva.

The tingling in Hermione’s groin surged in rapid pulses, rippling through her body as Harry dived and flew low above the treetops near the Whomping Willow. Hermione began to lose herself when Harry buzzed the surface of the loch and droplets of water stung her face. Hermione moaned and yowled, her furry tail whipping wildly. Hermione burst into an endless moment of bliss, soaking her school-skirt and the back of Harry’s shorts as her wetness traveled the length of the broom shaft.

Hermione’s orgasmic spasms rocked Harry. He was already more than a bit stiff having Hermione pressed against his backside so tightly, and his erection became even longer and harder as her orgasm surged through his own body. His breath quickened; his pulse raced. Harry needed Hermione NOW and he dove into the woods followed closely by Luna and Parvati.

As soon as they touched down Harry dropped the broom into the underbrush of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione fell to her hands and knees in the damp leaves and ferns, panting heavily and jutted her bottom and furry tail at him, knowing what Harry wanted. Her panties were so wet that the cleft of her labia was perfectly visible through the sheer fabric, and steam rose from it in the chilly Scottish air.

Harry was so hot that he didn’t care that they were outside, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest performing in front of Luna and Parvati--and possibly Hagrid or the centaurs should they stumble upon the quartet. In a sudden surge of passion, Harry grasped Hermione’s panties and ripped them from her body. He tossed Hermione’s torn, ruined undies onto a nearby bush, and cupped her pretty, naked bottom cheeks in his hands.

Hermione gasped in pleasure at his forcefulness and let Harry take possession of her. Harry pushed Hermione’s school-skirt up around her waist and spread her knees and thighs widely apart; her furry tail whipped back and forth. Luna and Parvati undid Harry’s belt and pulled his shorts down revealing his erection which tented his snitch emblazoned boxers.

Harry pushed apart the lips of Hermione’s tight slit with his fingers so that he and the other two girls could see right into Hermione’s pink wetness. Hermione flushed slightly as a wave of embarrassment at being so utterly exposed turned into a tingling surge of pleasure. Harry’s fingers pushed inside of Hermione’s moist tight vulva and thrust in and out while he squeezed one of her bottom cheeks with his other hand.

Luna began stroking Hermione’s fluffy tail and Parvati stroked Hermione’s hair and furry ears. Hermione rubbed her neck and under her chin hard against Parvati’s knuckles, meowing loudly. Harry’s erect penis extended through the opening in his boxers, and with a jerk of his loins Harry buried himself deeply and completely inside of Hermione.

Harry was almost at his peak, and Hermione was about to burst again. Harry pistoned into Hermione hard, her passion-wrought face and elbows now pressed into the leaves on the ground. Harry felt the pulses of electricity flood his nerves as he exploded into ecstasy and sparks of magic began to fly.

Hermione climaxed again loudly. Her tail thrashed about as Harry pressed his penis inside of Hermione as deeply as could and released himself into her. He was so lost in the storm of pleasure that he ejaculated uncontrollably. Harry jerked back and forth numerous times, filling Hermione with his stickiness until it seeped out between her labia and the fleshy shaft of his erection, spattering on the forest floor.

Harry fell back panting, his head spinning, sweat running down his brow. Hermione was lying face down--also breathing heavily--with her legs still widely spread. Harry’s semen oozed in ribbons from Hermione’s smooth labia and seeped into the dead oak leaves and fern which lay beneath her and clung to her sticky inner thighs...

Parvati moaned. She had a hand down under her own skirt pressing the string of her thong into her own moist folds. Parvati kneeled between Hermione’s spread thighs and pressed her tongue inside of Hermione’s semen filled vulva, tasting Harry and Hermione both. Hermione gave another meow of pleasure and flicked her furry tail. Parvati licked Harry’s stickiness from Hermione’s labia and sucked out as much semen she could. Then Parvati swallowed it--before trying something new and slowly licking Hermione from her slit to higher up between Hermione's dainty bottom cheeks...

Meanwhile, Luna approached the exhausted Harry.

“May I...?” she asked, pointing at his sticky shrinking penis. Harry nodded and gasped when Luna put her lips around him and began to clean his and Hermione’s fluids from his penis. Parvati had clearly been teaching Luna well. Harry hardened again inside her mouth. Luna was on her hands and knees, but as her tongue twirled around the tip of Harry’s erection she grabbed Harry’s hands and pressed his palms to the sides of her head.

Harry understood what Luna wanted, though he didn’t quite understand why sometimes the girls liked him to be a little bit assertive. Not that he minded too much; it gave him a thrill as long as he knew he wasn't hurting them. Harry sat up on his knees, leaned over Luna's head, grasping it firmly in his hands, and forcefully pushed his penis over her tongue and deep into her throat with one thrust. Harry rocked back and forth hard and fast, his bare pubes smacking Luna’s nose and his testicles slapping her chin.

Luna moaned in pleasure with two fingers inside herself and a thumb on her own clitoris as she felt Harry’s engorged penis thrusting roughly into her esophagus. Harry stiffened and pressed her face hard into his crotch when he climaxed uncontrollably again. Luna held her breath as long as she could while Harry’s semen squirted into her throat.

Harry’s semen filled Luna's tummy and began to ooze from her lips around Harry’s shaft. She tapped Harry’s thigh and he immediately released Luna’s head. She bobbed back gasping for air and swallowed Harry’s viscous fluids which also drooled from her lips and chin as Harry’s still ejaculating penis sprayed semen all over Luna's forehead, cheeks, and blonde hair.

As Harry started to come around from the ebbing passion, he grinned when he saw Parvati cleaning Harry's stickiness from Luna’s face with her tongue. Harry wasn't quite certain what had come over them all, but shortly the thought entered Harry's bemused brain that it must be Hermione's "time of the month;" Hermione was in heat and her cat hormones plus teenage girl hormones were all over Harry and their best friends.