A/N: lots of story progression here, taking liberties with much, enjoy!


Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all


'That's right Monsieur Crookshanks, just relax'

'Rwrrrrprrrrrrr'.

A slight giggle was released, but the blonde Beauxbaton seventh year continued her kitty massage. Crooks was laying on a ridiculously fluffy pillow that smelled slightly of catnip.

He was in heaven.

'What a brave thing you did back there, you saved your witch's life you know that? You are quite the hero!'

The blonde got a deeper purr in response and a slight scoot back into her hands that were massaging his backside as he kneaded the pillow, claws extending and then retracting.

'Oh you are too much sir.' She laughed. ' so let's go over your day, shall we? Ok first we fed you some of our fanciest tuna, then we combed your fur no less than one-thousand strokes, now we are at the massage portion of your day, and next is your bubble bath…'

At this the cantankerous cat raised his head, one eyebrow raised slightly, a growl beginning and the hairs on his spine raising slightly…

'Oh hush it you will love it, besides after you are all clean, you will be meeting Angèle…and you might want the stench of that stinky werewolf off of you non?'

Crookshanks then settled down, going back to his purring, a look of contentment washing over his face.

The blonde just laughed outright at the antics of this half kneazle.


Meanwhile on the Durmstrang ship…

Pounding and loud grunting could be heard outside the Bulgarian Tri-Wizard champion's door.

A few short minutes later…

A familiar red headed boy stood up slowly from his position where he had been bent over the brute champion's desk.

'A minute and a half, that's got to be a new record for you!' The redhead joked.

A growl was all he got in response

Ron raised his hands in a placating manner. 'Joking, jeeze tough crowd, anyway…' Ron said as he slid his boxers back on. 'We haven't really had a chance to talk since the last task'

'Where you threw me in the lake after I saved your pathetic life! ' the Bulgarian interrupted

'Oi! And saved both of our assed in doing so didn't I?!'

Another grumble in response

'You know we would still be under suspicion if I didn't react that way, now no one suspects us. Hermione is under Fleur's thrall, Harry is up Draco's butt, and my sister has been snogging that Veela brat constantly. We can keep our promise to the goblin king now. We both knew the day would come that the dark lord would betray us in favor of his brat. I'm only glad you found me before I got suckered into the losing side of this war.'

'Yes, your company has not been without merit.' The Bulgarian said as he slapped the boy's rump as he was bending over reaching for his forgotten pants.

'Oi! Come on then.' Ron smiled as he made his was and straddled the still naked champion.

He was unceremoniously pushed off of the brute. 'You forget your place.' The man grumbled, and quickly stood up. 'Come we need to prepare, the goblin king rises, and you have to return to your Lion's den for more intel.'

Ron frowned but obliged, he would not live his life like his father, a pauper forever. He yearned for galleons, tons of galleons, and notoriety. The dark side promised him such, and if he had to be the Bulgarian's little plaything for a while, he didn't mind sleeping his way to the top…or bottom as it were.


'AGAIN!'

Sirius and Lupin dove forward towards the young shifter wolf. Two at a time attacking the frazzled girl. While the Black sisters fired off spell after spell.

Fleur had been taken to train for the third task by Madame Maxime. This had been done much for Hermione's saftey as well as the group assembled.

'Hell hath no fury like a Veela scorned'. Hermione had muttered to everyone's confusion at her retreating love.

Word had gotten out that the Ministry had been fully infiltrated. Professor Mcgonagall was especially seething to find out that Fenir was freed from the dungeons the Aurors had him encased in. Her wife had offhandedly commented something about pregnancy hormones, which resulted in a strong fish eye directed her way. The resulting conversations lead them here teaching the young wolf shifter to become stronger and learn to better defend herself. The Alpha, her cousins, and pack mates all converged to push Hermione beyond anything she had ever done before.

She was the brightest witch of her age for a reason, but while she learned a lot from her American cousins their instructions were limited to fighting wolf shifters and vampires. This skill set might prove invaluable in the future, but could prove no match for magic and other magical beings.

She also had yet to come to her own in her fur, fighting wise anyway. They intended to force the issue, she would be hunted because of her father and close relationship with the boy-who-lived, not to mention she would need to protect her imprint with her life. This was not to say that her wife was not a well accomplished witch, far from it. Fleur was fierce in her own right, her parents had seen to her training as the next in the line of Alpha's of the Delacour clan. When things got right down to it she knew Fleur was her equal in every sense of the word. She however knew that things happen, beyond all preparation and had to be strong enough to save her wife if need be, her mother's life was the ultimate lesson in constant vigilance. She vowed that she would never lose her wife like her father lost her mother.

A mighty howl was released as Lupin crunches down on her hind flank and she was struck by a harsh stupefy.

'Kittens out of the bag now luv, Best we patch you up and keep going. Shift back and Cissy will heal you quickly.' Bellatrix spoke while petting the panting large head of her shifter cousin that slowly changed back to a bleeding Hermione on all fours. Her male pack mates knew the drill and turned around to give the witch some sense of modesty.

Bella was of course referring to her own hand being shown as to what side she truly had been on as well as her marriage to Hermione's favorite teacher and Alpha, as well as their own cubs on the way.

After Hermione's father surprisingly showing up in the forest outside of Hogwarts many things came to light quickly. He had passed out from his injuries and due to the fallen Ministry they knew he had to be kept at Hogwarts. Cissy and Madame Pomfrey has taken to personally seeing to his injuries in Minerva and Bella's now greatly expanded and heavily warded quarters.

He had confided in Bellatrix along the years and they could trust one another, even with her deception, she knew this man, knew he would not be angry with her, not really. She was protecting her love and that was the one thing they could finally relate to out in the open.

A curious by product of his betrayal, was the disappearance of Bella's dark mark. However the more curious thing was how one particular prisoner's dark mark had changed. It turned into an upside down half of a heart with a golden disk in the center with two opposing figures almost like a muggle Pisces symbol. The overall symbol while ancient and mysterious was not completely unknown to the more studious among the group. Both Minerva and Hermione recognized the ancient symbol for power, ever changing rules, and mind control, noting that this was the favorite symbol of the goblin king.

With that lone discovery the war had just shifted.

The goblin king was merciless, wanted power, unwavering loyalty, and represented the beings that had been subjugated for centuries, since the last great goblin war they were not allowed wands, deemed too dangerous, treated as less than wizards. This was the perfect recipe for a powder keg about to explode.

Hermione had explained how this was parallel to the German treatment after the muggle World War One which lead to the German people's acceptance of a horrible dictator hellbent on world domination and a genocide of not just once race of people but anyone who was different.

The goblins were now to be major players in the upcoming war, no longer a war driven by blind hatred but a war of subjugated people rising above their tormentors, being lead by a egomaniacal tyrant bent on world domination.

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It seemed that the love that Fleur and Hermione really did shift the war. At first glance it seemed hopeless, like they removed one head of the Hydra only to have fifteen sprout up. However, not all was lost. When Tom was awoken he told his faithful lieutenant everything, even about Mad Eye Moody being held captive by a polyjuice drinking Crouch Jr.

The resulting capture of the snakelike man lead also the the unraveling of the plot to kill Bellatrix on her return that night Minerva begged her to stay. It seemed a lover's intuition was nothing to be taken lightly.

Tom also told of the truth that had been held from him of his wife and daughter's death and who was responsible.

As Belatrix suspected Tom didn't bat an eye at her change of side, Love was after all the greatest reason for living. He could not fault her in her actions.

They spoke openly and honestly for once in their lives as equals. He told her of all of his Horcrux's locations and they hatched a plan together to patch his soul back together.

The betrayal on his wife and child broke any silly blood purity prejudice from his soul. These pureblood supremest took everything from him, not half-bloods, not muggles. He vowed to do everything in his power to avenge his wife's death and protect his only child.

His child

His Hermione

His very reason for breathing

They had yet to meet fully, now that he was conscious and on the mend. He didn't want to rush her, or pressure her into a relationship. So he waited while nursing his wounds mentally and physically. Recovering from the Cruciatus curse was grueling, and painful.

It wasn't until the third day he was a wake that a curious orange cat jumped up on his bed and stared into his red eyes, looking deep into his soul it seemed. Tom lifted his hand to pet the cat and he leaned into the touch. Seeming pleased enough he coughed up the loudest hairball Tom had ever imagined, which was actually as alarming as it was gross. However instead of a glob of hair, it was a letter that dropped on his chest. Tom picked up the letter as the cat skittered off, meowing into the fire, scraping his back paws some floo powder and in a flash he was off.

-what a strange cat

Tom thought to himself

He picked up the letter and let a few tears go at whom it was from. His daughter had written him! He almost fainted at how hast he sat up eagerly tearing at the letter to read the precious contents.

Father,

So much cannot be said over parchment effectively, and so I wonder if it would be agreeable to you if you, myself, and Bellatrix would meet for evening tea tomorrow night in your quarters.

Hermione