Saving Her; Saving Us All

Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville



Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.



Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking.



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Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix



Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.



Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.



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Next Chapter: Dumbledore's comeuppance.



Chapter 10



*************************************Moving Forward & Learning New Things**********************************



The New World Order was fighting a multi front war. They were first and foremost fighting Voldemort and his Deatheaters. They knew that they were also fighting Dumbledore, and fighting to change the Ministry.



The first volley fired after the Second Glowing meeting, and all the revelations contained therein, was leveled mainly at Dumbledore. Taking the Report Poppy had provided after the meeting, Arthur took Ginny to Gringotts and had them run the same inheritance analysis on Ginny that Harry had undergone the month before. Armed with those two pieces of inconvertible evidence, and with the statements from Molly's hidden vault, Arthur petitioned a select group of Wizengamot members for a divorce. He further petitioned that given the circumstances surrounding Ginny's rearing, and the negative impact that forcing her to so drastically change her life, he be allowed to make her a ward of the Weasley family so that she could grow to adulthood with her half brothers, and the only father she had ever known.



Both petitions were quickly granted. The Court further ruled that Molly was to give half her accumulated funds to her former husband as restitution for sullying has family name and reputation. She along with Chief Warlock Dumbledore were also ordered to pay for the care and up of one Ginerva Molly Dumbledore. That payment was set at 75 galleons per month and they were also considered responsible for her tuition and Hogwarts supplies. While the Wizengamot was precluded from ending a sitting Chief Warlock's tenure for any civil matter, all in that room realized that the days of Dumbledore's hold on that position were numbered.



The Minister was so busy trying to save his job; after vilifying the Boy-Who-Lived, only to have him proven right was a devastating blow to Fudge and his entire administration. The main problem the rest of the Ministry faced was trying to decide who would replace Fudge. The New World Order was hoping the Amelia Bones would be that replacement.



The war against Deatheaters was proceeding apace. While the new order did need a better name, thanks to Dobby and Winky it already had an elite training facility. What had once been Number 12 Grimmauld Place was no longer a ramshackle manor. Buckbeak had been smuggled back to Hogwarts and the top most floor of the house was now a state of the art infirmary, ready to take care of most magical and muggle injuries. The next several floors were divided into several suites of rooms. They were ready to house those displaced by the violence of the war with Voldemort. The Second and third floors were reserved for the Bonded and their families.



The ground floor had been divided into sectors. The Kitchen and huge dining room remained the same. However the rest had been restructured to suit the new needs. Bill, Sharpclaw; the Gringott's Cursebreaker; Remus and Dobby had taken over a small parlor. They place a large archway to connect them to the next room which Matilda and Gerard had commandeered for the Muggle Defense Group. Bill and Sharpclaw, at their behest, had already added to and strengthened the wards protecting the British Royal Family, and with Hermione and Flitwick's help had even figured out how to ward Heathrow and the country's other main airports without interfering with or damaging any of the vitally important electronics there in.



The Library was reorganized to Hermione's exacting specifications. Three times a week it was filled with the Think Tank. They used their time to plan the financial and political aspects of the war. They also planned how to bring about the changes needed after the war. This was where Hermione shined. In a cadre of almost exclusively Ravenclaws, she thought circles around them all.



A larger parlor became was taken over by the Lead Council. There, with the walls lined with maps of Wizarding and muggle Britain, they planned meetings and trainings. They discussed the intelligence coming in and strategies for going forward. Dobby and Winky not only took care of the house, they with the help of a house elf named Cootie ran the new and improved Spy Network.



The Order spy network no longer consisted of one man getting tortured weekly to gain small snippets of information. The New network was comprised completely of the always underestimated, constantly ignored, mainly mistreated House Elves. The House Elves serving in the homes of Deatheaters, are very happy to have the least little bit of kindness shown to them. And with the promise of new masters, they were happy to help to end their abuse. While none of them actually wanted freedom, all of them wanted to be able to have offspring they didn't fear for daily. House Elves are also considered invisible and unimportant by their master a making them the perfect spies. Even more, many of them know of another elf who'd been freed. Sirius bonded these elves to the House of Black, once they were ready for duty, i.e. fed up and healed up, they could be used to pop muggles out of dangerous situations.



In the most danger were the muggle parents of children listed on the Ministry Magical Birth registry. Each of these families had been provided with the name of a House Elf they could call if they were in need of emergency transport. As a backup they all received a portkey that was word activated. Either would bring them to a staging area on the upper floor of the renovated carriage house. The rest of the carriage house was turned into a battle magic training center.



The first basement was devoted to potions and food storage. Fred, George and Sirius took over a small warren of rooms they called it their lad. They called themselves Research and Development. The three of them came up with marvels of unconventional weaponry, and of course Wheezes. The manor's two subbasements had at some time in the houses history been kitted out with cells. So that space was shored up and all the bars hit with the strongest suppression wards Bill, Sharpclaw, Hermione and Flitwick could come up with.



All rescued Muggle parents would be transported from the Carriage house to the Prince family estate. Severus upon touring his estate…finally, had found the notes of his grandfather Piontius Prince. Piontius had created a trap for the wards of his family estates. This trap held a nasty surprise for any Deatheater not of Prince blood who crossed the ward. The trap dropped the Deatheater into the Thames, and attached leech onto their core. Any magic performed thereafter would be weakened, with a portion being used to strengthen the ward structure of all Prince Estates. Snape shared the notes with his bond mates and Minerva McGonagall. They were slowly but surely adding that trap to the existing ward structures of all of the bonded's estates. The first to receive the trap was the Grangers, followed closely by the Bones, Longbottoms and Weasleys.



No longer were the forces of the Light limiting themselves to Dumbledore's almost pacifistic directives. When Deatheaters attacked the family of Dean Thomas, not only did Dean fight back using methods he learned in the DA, but within seconds of Setty being summoned to evacuate the family, Kingsley lead a force of five to the home. Together the six magic users managed to permanently disable 4 and kill 2 of the attacking Deatheaters. But even better within a week, the house had been repaired and warded allowing the family to return home.



The new order had yet to take the offensive, but they were at least able to ensure that more Deatheaters were taken out of play at each meeting.



***********************************************Horcruxes & Newness*******************************************



All the training was going well after the first week, so Harry's thoughts returned to the Horcruxes. "Sirius, we need to get more information on the Horcruxes. Hermione is very certain that the soul can only be split a finite number of times. She thinks that each split would cause a thinning of one's connection to their humanity and sanity. So if he split it into seven total pieces, we still need to destroy 3 horcruxes and the Voldy himself."



"Then the question is how do we go about finding the others?" Sirius responded.



"I'm willing to bet you that Dumbledore has sussed out at least a few. There was the diary, the ring and my scar. The scar knew what all the others were. We should talk to Axbreaker. He got the information, but with all that has happened with the Ritual and the bonding, we forgot to go back and get the information. He, at least, got the identities of them out of the Walking Dead. So maybe he was also able to get the location of the other three." Harry said thoughtfully.



"I'd not be surprised if he used that trophy you told me about. The one he got for framing Hagrid." Sirius hypothesized.



"Not likely. He used Myrtle's murder to make the diary…No one else died at the school during his years there, and He wouldn't have been able to take the trophy out of the case without anyone knowing." Harry rejoined. "On a completely different topic…How does one go about becoming omnisexual?"



Sirius had just taken a drink of firewhiskey when Harry asked that question. Apparently a firewhiskey spit take includes actual flames. However the dark haired marauder recovered quickly. "Is there a reason for that question, or did you just want to see me spew firewhiskey out of my nose?"



"Well it did do away with those pesky nose hairs, but it is a sincere question." Harry answered. In his state of embarrassment, he didn't realize that he had let his shields slip open quite a bit.



"Pup, not really sure how to answer that. One part of it is simply my personality. At Hogwarts, I was always seeking the next thrill, whether it was a prank or making people blush, either worked. Then when I discovered sex…well you have a lot more chances of snagging the snitch if you seek for both teams." Sirius said cheekily. His expression turned thoughtful, "plus the sensations are just completely different. Blokes are harder, they smell different, taste different, the shags tend to be rougher. While birds are soft everywhere, and even after rough sex they you can snuggle up to them a bit more. What's got you asking this old dog for his tricks?"



"It's just that sometimes, not always, but sometimes; I have thoughts. I wonder about some of the others." Harry Stammered.



"Really, who?" Sirius asked.



"Mostly Shack. And the George or Fred. You'd think the bond would make it easier to tell them apart, but it doesn't help at all." Harry chuckled. He fervently hoped that his god father had not noticed that he actually started to just say Kingsley.



"They'd have to be able to tell themselves apart. I'm not sure if them doing things together would be incest or just an evolved form of masturbation." Sirius chuckled. "I notice that neither Severus noy myself are among those?"



"No. Sorry. Paddy, you are like my dad…that would be so wrong on so many different levels. And Snape…well he still kinds scares me. I mean it's not near as bad as he scares Neville. But the thought of getting graded on my performance - just gives me the willies." Harry Smiled at Sirius. "Besides, I thought that you'd pretty well marked that territory. We've all noticed how the second he and Mione come back into a room, you go dragging her off to 'lick her clean' as she calls it."



"Maybe I do. So what? We have some lovely tasting bondmates." Sirius said petulantly, admitting nothing. "All I can tell you is just talk to him. I'd tell you to try flirting a bit, but you'd bollocks that all up. If you are digging on someone, just put yourself out there a bit."



"Maybe, but maybe you need to follow your own advice. Try talking to Snape. He does seem to be more normal about you now that all of Dumbledore's mental manipulations are gone." Harry suggested with a smile.



"Fine, I will if you will." Sirius challenged. "I'll talk to Severus if you will talk to Kingsley."



"What, why Shack?" Harry tried to cover.



"Because, he is the one you watch. You watch him almost as much as you watch Hermione." Sirius chuckled. "if I have to find the bottom to talk to Snape, you can find it to go after the main one you want."



Harry gave Sirius a dirty look, and left the room muttering. Sirius poured himself another two fingers of firewhiskey. He needed to find his courage. It usually hid at the bottom of a glass in these situations.



//////Slash Warning//////



*****Kingsley PoV*****



Honestly I've been expecting this for some time. I knew Harry would approach me. I'd seen some of the snatches that slipped through the chinks in his barriers. I'd thought about my reactions, what they might be, what they should be. What they would have been before the bond. But nothing prepared me for the actuality of watching him enter the room.



He's always so quiet when he enters a room. Like he want to suss out the mood of its occupants before he makes his presence known. I look at him without him even realizing it. He is gearing up for this. I've had a few male lovers in my life mostly when I was young and curious. Like Harry I'd searched out an older lover, better to learn from experience. Even apart from age, Harry was so different from any of them. Yet there was something so appealing about the boy. A certain strength, a quiet resolution, and yes a certain vulnerability.



That combination was a heady thing to experience as we do through the bond. Ironically enough the two of us, who at their core feel the most similar, are Harry and Severus. None the less, I watched Harry's lean frame approach me. His hand traveling through his dark locks nervously.



"Hey Shack." He began, "can I talk to you for a minute?"



"Harry, we can talk whenever you like. I have to confess, I've been expecting you might want to have a conversation." I said gently. My voice is dark, and tends to boom a bit. But I could tell that he was a bit skittish. We needed to have this conversation; his staring was beginning to get obvious.



"That obvious, am I?" He said with a laugh. "Remus said that it could just be the bond moving us all to a shared sexuality. Do you think that's what's happening?"



"Not exactly. I do believe that the second the Soul bond merged with the Tarquitius bond rather than overwhelming it, this type of feeling became inevitable." I responded.



"I've been feeling like this since before the 'Second Glowing'. It really started with the first reaffirmation. It was so bloody sexy watching you between Mione's beautiful legs. When her foot was pressed against your ass…got nothing has ever been that hot. You have a great bum… then the next morning. You were lying there, asleep, but out of the covers. And you know with a morning glory and you caused a reaction, in me. Then at the Pug's trial, Mione showed me this fantasy she has of she and I. well I'm sure there is a classy way to say ti but I don't know what it is, but we were sucking you off together. It was amazing. And since then I keep having fantasies too and half the time Mione isn't even there." He finished with a woosh of breath.



"have you even had any fantasies about any other men?" I asked, mainly to keep him talking, but also out of curiosity.



"Couple with the twins, but Mione's in all of those too. There is this one I had about Snap…but since it finished with a negative critique of my performance, I'm going out on a limb and call that one a nightmare." Harry answered.



I stood. Harry had grown quite a bit since last summer, and had put on over a stone of muscle, yet he barely reached my chin and he was still very lean compared to my much more muscular frame. I calmly brought a hand up and ran it through his hair. I cupped the back of his head and tipped his head back. I looked deep into his magnificent green eyes, I saw apprehension, I saw nervousness, but most of all I saw trust and arousal and need. I dipped my head down and caught his lips with my own.



I took my time kissing him; letting him get used to the feel of a much larger male form surrounding him, toughing him. I traced the plumpness of his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, then followed by pressing against the seam of his mouth. He darted his tongue out to meet mine. Tasting me. I followed its retreat, deepening the kiss. He tasted intriguing a natural, almost fruity sweetness underlying the minty taste of his toothpaste. We were all brushing more often with the grangers in residence. That thought made me smile into the kiss.



Harry brought his hands up, resting them first around my neck, then sliding one up over the contours of my bald head. I took that as permission to allow my hands free reign. I kept one buried in his thick hair, but I slid the other down along the line of his spine down to one of the best asses I've ever had the pleasure to grope. Apparently Harry liked my kiss and my wandering hands, he pressed the large bulge of his erection against my thigh.



Finally breathing became a rather desperate issue. I broke the kiss and rested my chin against Harry's heaving head. He broek the silence, "can I see it? Your cock. The day of the ritual we were all trying so hard not to look at each other. I'd really like to see it now."



I was certain this was progressing faster than was probably advisable. But with the connection of the bond we should be able to weather any storm.



*****Harry PoV*****



For a moment it seemed as though he was going to say no, but rather than verbally give permission, he simple undid the button on his muggle jeans. He spread his arms wide…telling me that if I wanted to see it je would allow it, but I would have to work for the pleasure. I reached out and unzipped the zipper, and pushed his jeans down to below his knees. Always before when I'd heard the term 'trouser snake', I'd laugh. But that's exactly what Kingsley had. It was long about 26 centimeters, and comfortably thick. I could wrap my hand around it easily enough, but knew that Hermione would be unable to do the same.



It was a lovely chocolate color, and I couldn't help but think how good it would probably taste. It seemed to pulse in my hand; it was hot, hard and heavy, I slid my hand up and down the length, using my thumb to smear the leaking precum down the slit. I changed hands and brought my wet thumb up to takes the essence of Kingsley. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so and his groan of appreciation sent tingles down my spine. I used my tongue to moisten my hand then switched back; I started stroking Shack in earnest now. I longed to kneel and take him into my mouth…but I wasn't that brave…Yet.



I swear I heard a choir sing the Hallelujah Chorus when Shack's hand made quick work of the fastenings of my pants. He sat back into the chair he'd been in when I walked into the room. I wriggled out of my jeans and straddled his strong bare thighs. Our cocks were only inches apart. As I resumed stroking him, he wrapped his huge hand around my tadger. For several moments all I could do was stare. His brown hand on my cock was so arousing; I think I got even harder. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. I kissed him as deeply as I could. We jerked each other off and kissed. Soon his pre-cum was copious and made my hand glide smoothly despite all my calluses. Through the bond I could feel how much he was enjoying my handy work. The shared pleasure found in the bond heightened all sensations and all too soon I was forced to break our kisses and I shouted out my orgasm. Seconds later Shack threw his head back and roared out as he too came hard.



I leaned forward pressing my still twitching cock against his. He buried both hands in my hair and devoured my mouth. Neither of us spoke, preferring to use our energy kissing, and at least on his part, hickeying each other. My last thought before sleep claimed me was to hope that no one came in until after our nap.



//////End Slash Warning//////



*****Hermione PoV*****



~Whoa so glad that Harry's barriers are rubbish. That was really, really hot~ I thought. I'd experienced most of that hidden in the bond. I need relief, and I need it now. I looked around. Sirius and Professor Lupin are having what seems to be a very deep conversation. Professor Snape is in his lab, and Ron dragged Fred off for a game of chess. At least that is what that particular twin was answering to today.



I took a quick tour of the rooms on the ground floor. I hope that George is alone…yes I found him, alone and in my favorite room. With a flick of my wand, I closed and sealed the doors.



I quickly stripped down to my intimates. Thank you Lord, for my mother insisting that I buy more mature lingerie after the ritual. Crossing to him clad only in my white lacy bra and matching thong cut knickers, I caught his attention by dropping a kiss on his neck. I squeaked a bit as he pulled me into his lap, and moaned as he drew his tongue up the sensitive skin of my neck.



"Good Afternoon Pet, fancy a rogering?" He whispered in my ear, right before he caught the lobe in his teeth. He picked me up and set me on the table in front of him he tore my soaking thong off as though it was tissue paper. Looking at me with a mischievous little smirk, "glad you found me. Harry's shields are crap, and since mine aren't any better, I just felt all that. I'm as randy as kneazle in heat."



He sunk his face into my pussy. Licking and lapped at my lips, swirling his tongue around my clitoris and sucking in my juices. My hips bucked and I groaned, my eyes rolled back into my head.



"So good," he mumbled as he slipped two fingers into my wetness and massaged the front wall of my tunnel. "Relax." He lowered his head, resumed grinding circles inside me with his fingers and sucked hard on my clitoris. I bucked again and he held my hip down with his free hand. He captured the base of my swollen nerves with his teeth gently. I whimpered. Then he scraped nubby texture of the flat of his tongue firmly over me from bottom to top. He was lapping me like a cat, lifting the hood off my swollen nub with every swipe of his tongue. Then letting his tongue rasp firmly but gently over my exposed pleasure center as it stuck out the back side of his teeth.



He kept driving me closer and closer to the brink. As good as this felt, his sounds of joy were even better. George sincerely seemed to take as much pleasure in having his mouth on my pussy as much as I did. He dragged me to the edge of orgasm over and over again before allowing me to cum.



He felt my pussy lips soften and my juices gush out around his fingers. He quickly retracted his fingers and slid his mouth down, opening wide and pressing his mouth over my entire opening. He stuck his tongue out and pushed it into me, then retreated, sucking hard, his mouth covering my slit completely and sucking my juices into his mouth. He looked up at me, making a show of swallowing slowly and then licking his lips. I whimpered at the sight of it. His voice was raspy. "Oh, Hermione, you taste good, tangy. Your taste made me even harder."



George stood and let his trousers and pants drop to the floor. His cock stood out well away from his pelvis. Fred and George were natural beaters. They each came with a beater bat between their legs. Their cocks might be the shortest in length among the male bonded, but they had by far the most girth.



*****George PoV*****



Fuck, pushing into Hermione for the first time of any engagement, as Snape calls them, is always like the very first time. "Pet, you're always so bloody tight. Feels so fucking good." I nudged her entrance with the head of my cock and she moaned.



"God, I love hearing you moan." She tilted her hips up for better access, and I slid inside, slowly but steadily until I was buried to the hilt, stretching her cunt deliciously. She was so full. I leaned forward, pressing her back onto the books on the table. I ground my hips into her pubic bone and elicited another throaty moan from her. She was gorgeous. Her cheeks were flushed; her hair sprawled out behind her head. Nipples hard, lips swollen from kissing. I can feel her walls pulsing gently around me and it was driving me nuts. I had to move.



"You look so wanton, so beautiful, so sexy here in your element. Your face and body flushed and aroused. Your scent everywhere, making the books smell even better." I pulled her up with me and sat down in my chair. Thank God it was cold…helps to make this last. With Hermione in control moving her sexy body up and down, grinding her clit into the red curls at the base of my cock; I could finally get that bra off.



"Merlin's Hairy Arse." The only thing on earth that can improve upon the amazing feel of having Hermione's tight wet cunt stretched around dick is having one of her hard cherry nipples between your teeth at the same time. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed it into her breast. Leaning her lips to his ear, she whispered, "Bite it, just a little."



She was shocking. I never would have guessed that Hermione would want anything other than the tenderness and care.



Hearing her tell him to do things, order him to touch her in any way, was so exciting. This wasn't going to help me stay considerate and gentle. She wants me to bite her nipple. Just the thought of it and I grew impossibly harder thickening inside her, even as she still rode me slowly. I wonder how kinky would she be if provoked and excited enough? 'Don't go there, old boy, don't go there,' I chided myself.



I scraped my top teeth over her nipple first from top to bottom, gauging her reaction. I really didn't want to hurt her. I'd never forgive myself. She made something like a cross between a hum and a moan, her lips pressed together. "More bite it." she croaked out.



"Oh God." That was all I could murmur before swirling my tongue around her and gently capturing her nipple gently between my top and bottom front teeth and rolling my bottom jaw from side to side, pressing my teeth carefully into Her soft flesh.



Deep, throaty moans emerged from the back of her throat and she hissed, "Oh, George, more." I increased the pressure of my teeth a little more. She hummed in the back of her throat.



"Bite harder, more." I bit down a little harder still.



I was biting her pretty hard, compressing Her flesh at the base of Her nipple to a thin strip between my teeth and rubbing my tongue over Her nub that was sticking out the back side of my teeth into my mouth. Much the same way I'd done to her clit. She hissed, "Yeesss, just like that, oh keep biting it hard, just like that, don't stop."



A continuous low hum started at the back of her throat and sent answering vibrations straight through to my dick. I was reeling. THE sounds she was making made me want to slam into her, but she kept her slow pace. It was an odd contrast to the roughness of biting her nipple. I licked her and sucked hard, soothing her nipple before releasing her with an audible pop. She mewled in protest until I moved to the other breast. I laved her first, wetting her and then bit down the same way on this one, worrying her with my bottom teeth, pinning her nipple to my top teeth.



I love this girl her body is perfect, feels amazing in your arms. THE feel of her ass cheeks in my hands even feels good. A wicked thought entered my head. I quickly wet a middle finger in her juices. I poke my finger into the tight ring of muscles that is her asshole. I thrust my finger in and out a bit, twirling it. She speeds up, fucking herself harder and harder. I keep rotating the finger in her ass until she screams again.



Shit—Fucking Shite- I can't hold back. "Bloody Buggering Hell," I curse as I empty my balls in Hermione's pulsing writhing pussy.

As I sit there cuddling my still shuddering witch, all I can think is…Thank you Merlin for bringing us this bond. It has caused so many changes, and everyone has been worth it.