A Mouse in Harr(iet) Potter 5 (Patreon)

Classes were kinda boring, to be honest. Well, boring for me, anyway. Don’t know who it was that pulled some strings (probably Dumbledore, Hagrid’s got surprisingly good puppy eyes, and this coming from a dog!), but there was little to no fuss about me following Harriet to each of her classes. The worst were Defense Against the Dark Arts (the overpowering smell of garlic made my nose burn like I’d chugged a gallon of horseradish) and Potions.

No, Snape didn’t kick me out. Female Draco actually came to my rescue there, having claimed the seat next to Harriet’s and scratching my ears when the hook-nosed bat came in. Apparently having one of his snakes being visibly affectionate was enough to tip the scale in my favor, with just a warning that the first time I caused a disruption I was out.

“Delphina,” most assuredly female Draco introduced herself as she and Harriet got started on the potion. For my part, I curled up behind Harriet and took a nap, like I did in most of her classes. So the first week went, Harriet going to class while I got a metric crapton of ear scritches and micro-naps. Then Saturday Harriet got a letter at breakfast.

“What’s it say?” Rhonda asked as she put some scrambled eggs on her plate.

“It’s from Hagrid, he’s inviting me to come down after breakfast. Want to come with?” Harriet asked as she slipped a piece of sausage to me under the table.

I did have my own breakfast, a bowl full of something akin to kibble. I’d complain, but one of the few downsides of being a dog is that my sense of taste is pretty weak. So pretty much everything is rather bland. Still, some variety in what Harriet sneaks me is certainly appreciated.

In the end, Rhonda decided to join Harriet, who also extended the invitation to Delphina. The blonde loudly declared that she was only accepting because she’d heard the Groundskeeper had a dog of his own. Oh yeah, I’m going to have little trouble getting her on her knees with my paws around her hips.

As the four of us made our way to Hagrid’s hut, I immediately picked up the scent of Fang. Or at least, I assumed it was Fang. Another dog, male, had lived here for years, couldn’t think of any other dog it could be. Idly, I started flexing muscles as we walked, loosening them up in case I needed to prove to him who was the head dog around here.

To my surprise, Fang bowed and kowtowed to me almost as soon as Hagrid opened the door to the hut. But more than that, there was an odd scent lingering on Hagrid’s jacket. Another dog, but laced with the aroma I’d identified as magic. Huh, were there any magic dogs in the books? It had been years since I’d touched them, even longer for the movies…

Oh yeah, Fluffy. I’d completely forgotten about the school cerberus. Well, I know what I’m doing tonight.

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For the first time since I’d found her (or she found me, semantics), I was leaving Harriet’s side after she fell asleep. I’d vaguely remembered where the corridor in question was, and as I got close I easily picked up…

BITCH! HEAT! BREED!

Hellooo!~ What do we have here? God-fucking-damn that was an appealing smell. Right then, door in my way, I know how to fix that. I’ll just channel some of that energy I’d felt when I barked the shack door down, give a hard tug on the door knob, and crunch goes the lock.

Inside was a large bitch, and I mean that in the non-swearing sense. Seriously, I’m a pretty big dog, but… wait a second. My eyes glanced between Fluffy and the much, much smaller door. How the fuck did they get Fluffy in here? Even one of her heads was bigger than the entire doorway!

[Male?/Breeder?/Stud?] three… ‘voices’ asked simultaneously, drawing my attention back to the whole reason I was here in the first place.

[How’d you get in here? The door’s so much smaller than you?] I asked, the question not leaving my mind.

Instead of ‘speaking’, Fluffy shrunk in response. When she stopped, she was the size of a large labrador bitch, less than half my mass if you didn’t account for the extra two heads. Well, that made the follow up request much simpler, as she turned around and presented her black, puffy, and slick entrance.

[Fuck?/Fuck?/Fuck?]

Don’t mind if I do!

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Albus Dumbledore

Professor Albus Dumbledore felt a rare sense of irritation and annoyance as he checked the wards over the Third Floor Corridor. They’d woken him up just as he’d fallen asleep, wailing and blaring that there was an intruder, so he’d gotten out of bed and raced to his diagnostics array. Instead of finding out that Tom had made his move so soon, he was treated to the undesirable sight of Miss Potter’s foo dog mounting Hagrid’s cerberus.

He’d told Hagrid that he should have had Fluffy spayed as soon as the gentle half-giant had reported a foo dog claiming Miss Potter under its protection! But no, instead he was being woken up at inconvenient times because the wards to pick up human minds were confused by one of the most intelligent magical canines in the world. Well, once Miss Potter’s dog left, he’d head down and fix the lock and adjust the wards.

On second thought, given how powerful foo dogs could be, maybe instead of just fixing the lock to how it was, he should include an exception. Because from what he remembered of Hagrid’s ramblings when he got Fluffy, her heat would last for another two weeks, and given how powerful (and determined) foo dogs could get, he didn’t want to have to be replacing the lock every night.

Yes, that would do, he’d start putting together a specialized locking jinx that would specifically let foo dogs through, then he’d replace it with the proper lock once Fluffy’s heat was over.