Hermione and the Watch Part 21 (Patreon)

Harry twitched slightly as he appeared in the kitchen in Number Twelve in a flash of flames with Hermione. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the flames.”

“You’ll get used to it eventually,” Hermione replied as she glanced around the kitchen table at Beth, Selena, Sirius, Remus and Tonks. “At least we don’t have to track Tonks down.”

“What happens if the acromantula heart gives her eight legs?” Harry teased as he set the cooler on the table.

“That’s unlikely,” Hermione replied as she glanced between Tonks and Remus. “Do you still want me to do Remus’ ritual first?”

“Jokes aside, it’s the one most likely to go drastically wrong,” Harry pointed out. 

“Unfortunately,” Hermione grumbled as she grabbed Remus’ left arm. “I’m going to need a little help.”

“No problem,” Harry replied as he grabbed Remus’ right arm and helped Hermione drag him to a cleanish spot on the floor. “Any idea what they’re chatting about?”

“Sirius is smiling so they’re probably swapping jokes or stories,” Hermione replied as she started drawing the runes on the floor for the ritual.

Harry glanced between people around the table. “Any idea how we’re going to stun Remus without everyone seeing?”

“As long as we’re behind Tonks and out of Remus’s line of sight we should be fine,” Hermione replied as she walked around behind Tonks. “I’ll unfreeze things while the spells are in the air then freeze things after they’re tagged.”

“Sounds reasonable, worst case, they’ll blame it on Sirius,” Harry replied with amusement as he grabbed his cooler filled with the magical flesh they were going to use to upgrade Remus and Tonks.

“Hopefully this fixes his lycanthropy. I just wish there was a nice convenient spell to test for it,” Hermione complained as she drew her wand and pointed it at Remus on the floor.

Harry shook his head, “You’re overthinking it, we have real silverware. It should be as easy as sticking a piece of silver on his arm before and after the ritual and seeing if there is a reaction.”

Hermione sighed as she realized she’d missed the simple solution looking for a magical solution. “That’s practical and should be enough proof that something weird is going on so that he won’t poison himself taking the Wolfsbane potion next full moon.”

“I hadn’t even considered that,” Harry replied a wince.

“I wouldn’t have either if I hadn’t looked into treatments back in third year,” Hermione replied as she pulled her stopwatch out of her pocket. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Harry replied as he cast his stunner at Tonks.

Hermione cast her own stunner at Remus then unpaused time and let the spells hit while he was disorientated from the change in position.

Beth blinked as she saw Remus vanish, Tonks slump in her chair and Harry and Hermione appear out of thin air. “Hey guys,” she said unconcerned.

“What the hell?!” Sirius asked in surprise.

“Don’t worry, we’re just curing Remus and winning a bet. If anyone asks, you’re my hand in this,” Harry joked while Hermione knelt down and touched the stopwatch to Remus’ leg.

Hermione pushed the button and froze time then stood up, not sure what Harry was talking about. “You’re my hand in this?”

“You remember the prophecy, right?” Harry asked with amusement. “There is a part in there about either must die at the hand of the other? I figure running around calling everyone my hand will confuse the issue.”

Hermione shook her head, trying not to smile. “I’m fairly sure it doesn’t work that way.”

“Weren’t you the one that said Divination was a rubbish subject?” Harry asked in amusement.

“That was before I knew there were actual prophecies,” Hermione muttered as she put her stopwatch away and pulled a piece of chalk out of her bag.

Harry turned his attention to Selena and Beth. “We should take a trip to the pet shop after this.”

“What are you thinking?” Hermione asked absently as she worked on drawing the symbols.

“I was thinking about picking up the rabbit that transforms into a top hat.”

Hermione paused as she looked up at Harry and asked, “Why?”

“I was thinking about Selena and Beth’s severed heads, if we used the hag ritual then they might be able to change into hats that we could wear.”

“Hats? Have you reading the occlumency book for too long again?” Hermione asked warily as she went back to drawing the symbols she needed for the ritual.

Harry shook his head. “No, I just figured it was a decent way for them to get out of the house without scaring the hell out of people.”

“That’s one way to do it,” Hermione agreed.

“Besides, I’m sort of curious if they can get shape changing from eating a chameleon ghoul.”

“I’m not sure, we should probably see if we can find more hag books to see if they have information on the side effects of eating magical creatures though we’d probably need books from older hags and I’d rather not go near a real Hag if we can help it.”

Harry shrugged. “I’m not even sure where to start other than possibly Russia and there’s nothing to say that Baba Yaga is still in Russia, for all we know she’s in Hawaii somewhere or the Caribbean.”

“Probably for the best,” Hermione agreed. 

He stepped closer to Tonks, noting the way her shirt clung-

“No molesting Tonks,” Hermione called out.

“I’m ogling not molesting, I’m saving that for when we win the bet,” Harry replied with a grin before feeling up Selena and Beth, because he knew they’d want him to.

“See if you can find some actual silver while I finish drawing the symbols, grab a changing screen while you’re at it.”

“On it,” Harry replied as he set the cooler down next to the circle Hermione had drawn around Remus then headed for the silverware drawer and started looking through it while Hermione worked on the symbols. Naturally it was in the first drawer he looked as the Blacks were loaded and far too conceited to use anything as plebeian as a common metal for their dining utensils.

He handed a silver spoon to Hermione and changed all the settings on the table from the silverware that Sirius liked to the gaudy silver from the drawer so it would be obvious Remus was cured when they ate.

Hermione looked at the spoon in her hand and then cautiously placed it against Remus’ skin.

Harry winced as he watched the silver spoon burn Remus’ wrist. “At least we know the spoon is actually real silver.”

Hermione scowled as she looked at the burn mark on Remus’ wrist. “Nasty curse.”

“I’m a touch surprised that the ministry doesn’t make people use a silver pen when they sign in at the ministry.”

Hermione snorted as she pulled the plastic bag of diced up unicorn heart out of the cooler. “I’m not sure there were ever enough werewolves to justify the expense when so many people stole it. At least that’s what I assume. I’ll research it later.”

“Fair enough,” Harry agreed as left to find the changing screen, so nothing would be visible when they unfroze things for the second it took them to unfreeze and freeze time. Besides, he really didn’t need to see Hermione stuff diced bits of meat down the tube into Remus’ stomach.

Thankfully she’d already started the ritual when he got back with the screen. He smiled as he watched his best friend waltz through the empowerment ritual like it was a walk in the park. ‘Best girlfriend ever,’ he thought to himself as she finished the ritual.

Black lines formed under Remus’ skin as his veins bulged and twisted under the magic of the Lycanthrope curse, but were swiftly chased out by lines of luminescent silver as pale white fur started to sprout from all of his exposed skin, his eyes glowing like the moon as his nails darkened to a deep gold color, before the changes slowly faded away, leaving him lying peacefully sleeping in the center of the circle, his clothes looking a bit small and shabby compared to his silvery white hair and flawless pale skin. 

“Oops,” Hermione muttered as she stared at his hair. “Might as well test the silver.”

Harry walked over and brushed Remus’ wrist with the silver spoon then pressed it down harder when there wasn’t a reaction. “Huh, that might actually have worked. Yay us.”

“At the very least we fixed his silver issues,” Hermione replied, rather relieved that they hadn’t caused his flesh to mutate and tear like it had with Harry and the only obvious signs they had done anything were his glorious new hair color and golden nails. 

“Now, let’s get to Tonks,” Harry said. “Are you sure she doesn’t need to be naked? You know, for safety’s sake.”

“You know very well that the clothes have no effect on the ritual,” Hermione replied.

“Yes, but can we really take that chance?” Harry said solemnly, unable to keep a straight face and busting up laughing. “Sorry, that was too good to pass up.” 

Hermione laughed as she levitated Remus up into the air. “Put her in the circle then set up the screen so I can keep her unfrozen when I freeze time without them seeing the symbols.”

Harry picked Tonks up and carried her to the circle, taking care not to hit her head as he carefully lowered her to the ground while Hermione worked on putting Remus back in his chair. “At least you already have the symbols drawn so it should be easier.”

“It makes it easier,” Hermione replied as she adjusted how Remus was sitting then walked back over and grabbed the plastic bag with the diced spider heart. She pulled the stopwatch out of her pocket as Harry finished setting up the screen, touched it to Tonks’ leg and quickly pushed the button twice.

Harry focused on Tonks’ breasts, it was a more more enjoyable sight than watching Hermione stuff diced spider heart down her throat. Thankfully it didn’t take that long before Hermione started the ritual, sadly that was the last thing that went right as the ritual caused Tonks’ legs to twist and turn into chitinous giant spider legs as more legs burst out of her sides and ass. He twitched as her breasts sank into her chest and multiple eyes appeared on her forehead and temples as wiry black hairs grow out of her exposed skin. “What the fuck?!”

Hermione gulped as she jumped back from the half human half, spider creature that Tonks had changed into. “I didn’t expect that to happen!”

“What happened to her tits?” Harry asked, more than a little horrified at the changes, mutant spider girls weren’t his thing.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Hermione asked in disbelief.

“She had nice breasts, so yeah,” Harry grumbled.

“At least she still has arms and you got to see her naked,” Hermione said dryly.

“I wanted to see her naked but not like this,” Harry said melodramatically.

Hermione grabbed her wand from behind her ear and hit the chalk with her standard cleaning spell, erasing it and leaving no evidence of the ritual, then cast it on the rest of the room so it wouldn’t look out of place. She pushed the button on her stopwatch and was relieved when Tonks changed back to her normal sexy self. She quickly pushed the button on the watch again to freeze time. “Okay, that’s better.”

“Much,” Harry agreed as he eyed Tonks’ naked lower half, looking forward to collecting on their bet.

Hermione grinned slightly as she hit Tonks’ clothes with a repairo which caused Harry to sigh. “I’ll be right back with the cake.”

“Cake?” Harry asked as she vanished. He shook his head then carefully picked Tonks up and carried her back over to the table.

Hermione reappeared with a chocolate cake with white frosting and set it in front of Remus. “That should do it.”

Harry started laughing as he looked at the scene playing out on the cake, a miniature frosted Sirius writing words in yellow frosting in the snow on the cake, “Congratulations, you’re cured!”

“Too much?” Hermione asked nervously.

“Nah, it’s perfect,” Harry said after he managed to get his laughter under control. “I’ll put the screen back then we can wake everyone up and get back to the shack. As much as the look on Remus’ face should be amusing, we can look at Sirius’ memory of it later.”

“Sounds good,” Hermione agreed.

0o0o0

Hermione absently played with Ginny’s breasts as she watched one of Selena’s floating hands finger fuck the giggling and squirming redhead sprawled over her lap. “We should have gagged her.”

“She’s a bit of a squealer,” Harry agreed as he took a picture of Ginny being finger fucked by the floating hand. “Then again, I guess it doesn’t matter as the pictures don’t record sound.”

“We should probably look into that,” Hermione agreed as she lightly pinched Ginny’s nipple which pushed her over the edge.

“We should…” Harry trailed off as Hedwig appeared over the piano in a burst of flames holding a glitter covered envelope. “It worked!” he exclaimed excitedly as Hedwig dropped the letter in his hands then flew over to her perch. “Thank you, girl. You are amazing!”

Hedwig preened.

“Open it,” Beth said enthusiastically from her spot on the table.

“Give me a second,” Harry replied as he carefully set the camera on the table next to the severed head. He sat down next to Hermione and carefully opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. “I was half expecting it to explode with glitter or activate a jinx.”

Hermione shook her head as Harry worked on straightening out the letter. “They probably didn’t want to ruin the photographs or the letter.”

Harry handed the stack of pictures to Hermione then set the envelope on the table and started reading the letter. “Dear Harry and friends, thank you for the letter! It warms our hearts to know that you’re alive and healthy. Know that we’ve never forgotten about you and that you were always in our hearts. We would have moved heaven and hell if we’d had a way to get you back but nothing we did worked, of course we didn’t have a phoenix either.”

“They sound like keepers,” Beth said as she floated her hands over to the piano and started playing softly.

Harry stared as he read the next part. “I have six sisters, I was expecting one or two, not six.”

“Nice,” Ginny said as she twisted around so that she was sitting next to Hermione rather than sprawled on her. “What are their names?”

“Rose is 14, Dora and Bell are 13 and Claudette, Laurette, and Paulette just turned 12. There should be pictures.”

Hermione smiled as she moved the first picture of James and Lily to the table and looked at the group shot of six grinning girls in t-shirts and shorts standing in front of a stone tower. “Is it just me or does the oldest look like a combination of Harry and Ginny?”

Ginny smirked as she looked at the attractive girls. “I doubt people would blink if I said she was a cousin or even a sister. Then again, I look a bit like your mother so that’s not really surprising.”

“I don’t see the resemblance,” Harry lied as Hermione set the photo the table so she could look at the next photograph. It wasn’t so much that she looked identical or anything, it was just that he obviously shared a type with his father. “It’s just the red hair and similar ears.”

“Cheekbones and general jawline too,” Hermione teased as she glanced between the picture and Ginny.

“Don’t forget our noses,” Ginny teased.

Beth snickered as she looked at the dark haired triplets. “Yep, I’d totally fuck your sisters.”

Harry sighed, suddenly having a touch more sympathy for Ron, not a lot, just a smidge. “I wonder if they took after Dad in the pranks department.”

Hermione smiled as she set the photo of the girls and Lily at the beach on the table then quickly looked through the rest of the pictures that showed the girls at various ages working on a bunch of different projects including flying on homemade brooms. “I think they’re in shorts or t-shirts in every picture, it must be decently warm wherever they are.”

“Probably,” Harry replied as he went back to reading the letter, knowing he’d have a chance to look through the pictures later. “Nice, Rose likes flying and making stuff. She wants to know if the cute girl with the lion’s head hat made it herself.”

“Yep, Luna is really good at charms,” Ginny replied as she noticed a picture of Dora and Bell gleefully sword fighting in a half harvested garden with corn stocks when they were maybe five or six. “They look enthusiastic.”

Hermione snickered. “Makes me wish I’d had a sibling growing up.”

“Would have been nice,” Harry agreed absently as he read through the rest of the letter, trying not to dwell on what ifs.

Hermione smiled as she saw a picture of two red haired guys and a horde of red haired children that looked a bit like Ginny and Percy and ranged in age from four to twelve. “Looks like you have cousins Ginny.”

“Mum is going to flip when we tell her,” Ginny said gleefully.

Harry glanced over at Hedwig. “I’d rather not tell everyone until we have a better solution than Hedwig playing messenger for half the wizarding world.”

Hedwig opened her eyes and looked at Harry then closed them again after giving him a dirty look.

Hermione looked up from the picture of the girls flying around on brooms playing quidditch. “I doubt it would be more than a couple dozen people but it would still be a hassle and a lot of work for Hedwig.”

“Besides, we should probably give Sirius and Remus a heads up first,” Harry said, knowing they’d want to send James and Lily a letter.

“Fair enough, oh hey, is that Rose playing keeper?” Ginny asked excitedly.

Hermione flipped the picture over and looked at the writing on the back. “Rose as keeper, Dora and Bell as beaters and the triplets as chasers against the Prewitt horde and Katie Longbottom as keeper.” She flipped the picture over and smiled as she watched one of the twins slam their bat into the bludger, sending it soaring before the image reset. “It doesn’t look like they have seekers.”

“If it’s just a friendly game, they probably wouldn’t,” Ginny explained, thinking about the pickup games her brothers used to play when she was younger.

Harry glanced at the time. “Either way, Snape and Selena should be done in the lab soon so you might want to get dressed if you don’t want to give Snape an eyeful.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not,” Ginny replied, still a bit creeped out that Harry had duplicated Snape’s head even if it was really good at potions. “On that note, I’m grabbing a shower and getting dressed.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Harry replied, wanting a chance to look through the rest of the pictures before he tried to figure out the best way to tell Sirius that Lily and James were alive.