Hermione's Furry Little Problem

An icy rain began to fall from the slate-grey skies as the Coven looked out from the top of a mountain across the rigid peaks and green valleys of one of the most remote regions of Wales. Fleur shivered, grateful for the thick anorak and the Rune tattoo which would protect her from the worst effects of the biting cold.

Jennifer peered from under the hood of her own insulated raincoat at the mobile-phone in her gloved hand. She had no bars in this location, but the phone wasn’t doing anything weird otherwise, and seemed to be all in order. Hermione glanced at Jennifer’s tablet which she was holding to confirm that the electronics still appeared to be functioning normally. The rest of the Coven shuffled and glanced at one another, awaiting the next decision.

Harriet sighed as she peered down at the mist shrouded lake below, seeing nothing in the vicinity to indicate a settlement or wizarding facility of some sort. She had to remind herself that this was only the second day of searching the entire country of Wales, and she hoped that the Order was having better luck searching for the other facilities around Britain.

“Right... well, I suppose it would be best to set up camp down by the lake before it gets dark,” said Harriet.

~o0o~

Sleeping bags were piled on four large mattresses at the rear of the tent, and towards the front was a large rectangular wooden table with two attached wooden benches--big enough to seat ten comfortably, five to a side. In between the table and the mattresses was a brazier filled with warm, smokeless blue flames.

Five of the girls were snuggled cozily on the mattresses, chatting in low tones, peering at a glowing laptop, and occasionally giggling. The other three girls were sitting hunched over one end of the table, poring over a grid map.

“You can cross off all of those squares Harriet,” the girl with bushy golden-brown hair said brightly. “We’ve apparated through all of that region and checked it thoroughly with spells and Jennifer's mobiles...”

“Yeah... that just leaves a few hundred squares to go Hermione!” Harriet retorted in a weary, vaguely sarcastic tone. “Blimey--this could take us weeks!” she concluded with a sigh, giving Hermione an apologetic look.

“Cheer up Love,” said the eldest girl with ash-brown hair. “We shouldn’t ‘ave to do all of Wales. We’ll hit all of the National Parks and Wilderness areas first, and we’re bound to run across it before we ‘ave to branch out to more traveled countryside and farmland...”

“Dora’s right, Harriet!” Hermione murmured sympathetically as she hugged and kissed the girl with tumbling black hair and pretty green eyes. “Try not to feel too discouraged.”

“I’m trying... I know you’re both right!” Harriet sighed again. “It’s just... who knows how many muggleborn have been rounded up so far!? I know it’s good that we prepared as best as we could, and learned some more spells, but I wish we hadn’t had to take the time.”

“Well, the Minister didn’t start openly operating her programme until the day after she sent Percy Weasley to Hogwarts with the Unspeakables to arrest Dumbledore,” Hermione replied. “That’s only just over two and a half weeks ago. And I think most muggleborn are going to be too sensible to offer themselves up to the Ministry--so they can’t have got too many yet.”

“I hope my dad’s okay,” Dora muttered. “I ‘aven’t spoken to my folks in a good while--not since I quit workin’ for the Ministry--and he’s muggleborn. I shoulda’ asked Dumbledore to have the Order look after him and Mum.”

“Your Mum... she’s Narcissa’s sister isn’t she?” asked Harriet. “The one who Sirius’s mum blasted off the Black family-tree tapestry?”

“Yeah... that’s right Harriet!” Dora nodded.

“I never really thought about it much until Mr Carrow started going on about the pureblood families at school, but Sirius told me that my grandparents on my dad’s side were Charlus Potter and Dorea Black--I asked him when I remembered that I’d seen the Potter name on the Black family tapestry,” Harriet mused aloud.

Hermione’s invisible furry ears pricked and her eyes widened. She recalled Harry asking Sirius about it, but hadn’t given it much thought either.

“Is that right? I never really looked at that tapestry hard enough to notice,” Dora’s eyebrows popped up in surprise. “I suppose that means we’re cousins somewhere along the line--third or fourth cousins I think--or maybe second or third cousins once removed or something. I dunno really... past second cousins, I can never keep that sorta thing straight... too bloody complicated!”

“Harriet...!” Hermione gasped. “Doesn’t that mean that Draco Malfoy was one of your cousins too then?”

“Er...” Harriet gulped. She really hadn’t given her family tree much thought beyond her father and mother until very recently.

“Yeah... I guess so Hermione! Urgh! That’s bloody disgusting!” Harriet muttered in horror, her face reddening as it fell. “I can’t believe I was that closely related to such a revolting person. At least with Tom Riddle, we were only very distantly related through the Peverell brothers.”

Hermione could feel Harriet’s growing sense of shame and threw her arms around the younger girl, kissing her again.

“Harriet, I’d love you no matter who you were related to!” said Hermione earnestly, giving Harriet half a dozen more kisses for good measure.

“We would all still love you Harriet!” Dora leaned across the table and gave Harriet a humid kiss as well. “You’re the sweetest boy... er... girl... we’ve ever known!” Dora giggled, giving Harriet a wink.

Harriet grinned. “Thanks! I needed that! I just hope I’m not related to Minister Umbridge too!” she said, making a gruesome face and sticking her tongue out.

Feeling much better, Harriet looked at the map again, her eyes flicking back to where they had originated from.

“You know, that’s another thing I never realised... until looking at the map before we left,” Harriet continued. “Godric’s Hollow isn’t very far from where Jennifer’s home is really. It’s in the Dorset countryside near Lyme Regis. If I’d known, I could’ve visited during the week... well... when we’re done... I suppose...” Harriet trailed off.

Dora didn’t want to see Harriet’s improved mood evaporate; quickly she moved around the table to sit on the other side of the younger girl with tumbling black hair and green eyes. Harriet suddenly felt two pairs of arms wrapped around her middle, and two pairs of soft lips pressed against her own at once, as Dora and Hermione swept her into their embrace.

Harriet grinned and felt a damp spot growing in her panties, suddenly wishing she were wearing one of Jennifer’s dresses again instead of her jeans--to give easier access to Hermione’s and Dora’s wandering fingers.

Having decided that it was best to remain in girl-form for the duration of the hunt, even in the tent--just in case, Harriet was glad for their distraction. She was enjoying very much the opportunity to be a girl with them and the rest of the Coven for a bit again.

But Harriet needn’t have worried. Hermione and Dora didn’t let the jeans and woolly pullover get in the way of their fingers.

~o0o~

“You’ve got the whole world at your fingertips...” Daphne said with more than a hint of awe in her voice.

“It’s even better than the television,” said Parvati, wriggling her invisible furry tail.

“Yeah, I suppose... but I love magic!” said Jennifer gleefully as she opened another browser page on her laptop. “Magic is brilliant! We wouldn’t be getting any internet service out here at all if this were running on electricity. It’s only because of magic that we’re able to access the web without a proper connection.”

“If everyone had access to a mix of Magic and muggle technology...” Luna murmured wistfully, swishing her invisible fluffy tail. “...the world might be a much better place.”

A little moan of pleasure caught the sharp invisible furry ears of Luna and Parvati. They both looked up and grinned when they spied Hermione tugging Harriet’s jeans and panties from her ankles, and Dora pulling Harriet’s jersey and t-shirt over the younger girl’s head. Jennifer snapped the laptop shut when she saw what Luna and Parvati were grinning at.

“Oooh... now that’s better than television or the internet!” Jennifer giggled when she witnessed Hermione’s tongue darting into Harriet’s bare slit, Dora’s hands massaging Harriet’s breasts, and Dora’s lips hungrily encircling one of Harriet’s nipples as Harriet lay blissfully on her back across the wooden table.

~o0o~

Hermione looked up at the naked French girl from between Harriet’s quaking thighs, a slightly guilty expression on her dripping face as Harriet’s glistening vulva twitched. Harriet’s orgasmic squeals were muted by Dora’s deep steamy kisses.

“Harriet needed a bit of comforting,” said Hermione with a straight face, her invisible bushy tail quivering joyfully as she eyed the rest of the Coven behind Fleur hurriedly stripping off their own clothes. “I see that the rest of you are all ready to assist me and Dora on this very important aspect of our mission now!”

“We would not be a very good Coven if we were not ready for such things,” tittered Fleur, giving Hermione a sultry kiss before taking her place between Harriet’s naked thighs and placing her own lips on Harriet’s labia.

Hermione wasn’t quite ready to move out of the way completely though. The hard pink tips of Fleur’s jiggling breasts were just too tempting. As Fleur’s tongue continued the task of probing Harriet’s wet passage and twirling Harriet’s fleshy pearl, Hermione crouched down a bit further, taking Fleur’s breasts in hand, and began to suck the older girl’s nipples.

Fleur surged with delight as Hermione continued to lick and nibble her sensitive peaks; she moaned when she felt Hermione’s fingers slip between her own parted thighs and into her own moist entrance. Fleur felt another member of the Coven squash their breasts into her back as their hands slid across her abdomen, their lips nuzzling Fleur’s neck. Fleur briefly removed her tongue and lips from Harriet’s vulva to kiss Jennifer, then returned to her delicious task.

Harriet undulated in a cascading crescendo of ecstasy as Fleur’s tongue busied itself where Hermione’s had been. A part of her watched in bemused detachment, amazed that she could manage to enjoy a moment of such torrid bliss amid the gathering storm of the Coven’s dangerous venture.

But when Luna and Daphne straddled Harriet’s middle, grinding their sopping slits against Harriet’s belly and kissing each other as Dora presented her own dripping crescent to Harriet’s eager tongue--and when Parvati squirmed next to Harriet on the table, kneading Harriet’s breasts while Harriet played with Parvati’s own delectable globes--that part of Harriet soon became lost in a swirling sea of pleasure, merging back into the whole.

~o0o~

If one were looking from the outside, they might have seen the pale-blue tent glowing with the light which indicated that the occupants inside were weathering the stormy night in perfect warmth and safety. They might even have seen the glowing tent brighten and flare numerous times from what could appear to be a dangerous sparking electrical discharge. And if it weren’t storming so heavily, one might question the shaking of the ground around the campsite.

But one would be very unlikely to see or notice such a thing even if one were walking very near the tent.

Indeed, even a wizard would have missed the sight, because the little camp bravely enduring the weather which accompanied the autumnal march towards winter was well-warded with every Concealing and Protection Charm the witches inside could think of.

AN: It's not really clear that Charlus and Dorea are James Potter's parents. They're not mentioned by name in the books, and Rowling hasn't been particularly helpful in that regard, making contradictory comments... :P

It seems most likely to me that the films based their inclusion on the Black family tapestry on Rowling's notes, and that they are indeed James's parents, and that she has been fudging things ever since, once certain contradictions became apparent (otherwise surely she would have clarified things by now). So, at least for this fic, and until Rowling retcons something else, that's what I'm going with.

Also, all we know for certain about Godric's Hollow is that it is located in the "West Country" region of Britain which includes Cornwall, Devon, Somerset, and Dorset. So, for the purposes of this fic... Dorset it is. :D

Also, thanks for the continued reviews and stars from longtime fans and new followers. :-)