Harry Potter and the Onyx Spell Book
Authors:
S'Eleene Paris and SablesHuman seleene_paris@yahoo.com
Rated:
Strong PG-13 (LS)
Pairings:
Harry Potter/ Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley/ Other Character;
Draco Malfoy/ Other Character
Spoilers:
Books 1-4 (and small insignificant parts of 5)
Synopsis:
The sequel to Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived. As Harry, Ron,
Heather, and Hermione adjust to their life as aurors-in-training, several of
Voldermort's followers plot to continue the work of fallen leader. Will
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Heather be able to find the Onyx Spell Book in
time to save the wizarding world from another possible resurrection of the
Dark Lord?
Disclaimer:
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Acknowledgements:
-S'Eleene Paris would like to thank the following:
To all the members of the Third-Floor Corridor for their ever constant
support of all of my creative endeavors. Thanks also go to the members
of From S'Eleene Paris' Desk and of Portkey for their constant feedback.
I especially want to thank Big E, Weathertracker, and Paula for their
assistance in the creation of the story. Of course SablesHuman, Thanks for helping
me getting the story off the back burner and putting it amongst the stars.
-SablesHuman would like to thank the following:
Chapter One
Getting Used to America
After several months of living in America, Harry Potter decided the
Americans were a lot like the British in many ways. In fact he had long
banished the British stereotype not too soon after his arrival. Having lived
in Surrey for the most of his life, the typical American was described as
rude, self-absorbed, loud, and arrogant due to the minimum amount of
American tourists to spend their summers there. Most of them stayed
near London as much as possible not truly noting the beauty which makes
up the rest of Southeastern England.
It was only after having met his little sister for the first time along with
several of her classmates after a disaster at their school and then meeting
her adoptive parents the stereotype had long faded. In fact it was due
to the generosity of the Nelsons, his sister's parents, he too should stay
with them while he attended the Great Lakes Academy of Auror Training
and Advanced Magic at their expense.
Harry lay awake in bed; his head flat against the pillow while
Hermione slept on peacefully beside him. Soon, their alarm clock wouldn't
serenely wake them and they would go to class as usual. The duo
had begun sharing a bed together only after several nightmares plagued
their last year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
and since their defeat against the Dark Lord they found it completely
natural to sleep together.
Harry rolled under his bed sheets and blankets to watch her sleep
as he did so many times after making love to her only a few hours prior.
Lovingly, Harry ran his fingers through her curly sandy brown hair then
trailed his hand to cup her face. Ron, Hermione, and him had practical
auror training this morning and his sister, Heather, would be home after a
long semester away at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays this afternoon.
Harry smiled at the memory of when his sister informed her parents she was
going to attend Hogwarts instead of their beloved Chicago Institute of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"There would be a lot more time for studying at Hogwarts." She
had insisted. "There aren't as many activities for the students there and most
of them aren't something I'd be interested in taking."
"Are you sure you won't get board and start causing chaos?" Roger
had asked. "I am sure Professor Dumbledore will be less permitting of such
activities."
After not too much more debate between the three of them, Heather
Lillian Potter changed schools officially. Harry knew the real reason behind
the change; the memories of her year long dead ex-boyfriend and best friend
still plagued her in not only her thoughts but in her dreams.
Ron had mentioned something about her nightmares before she had
Left for Hogwarts a little more than four months ago. "She's been kicking
and screaming in her sleep. I thought she was over that."
"Harry, what's wrong?" a voice called him out of his reminisces.
Hermione Granger's eyes were open and Harry looked into their dark
Cinnamon depths.
"It's nothing." Harry smiled at her. "Just thinking back on a few
things."
Hermione smiled at him and decided to change the topic. "We
need a date."
"For what?" Harry smiled mischievously.
"For our wedding."
"Oh, that." Harry tousled a lock of her hair. "Well, we're done with
auror basic training by May so we could do it then."
"May?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled at her. "Since promotion from boot camp is on
May second we could have the wedding on the fourth, since our families will
still be in town."
"I take it Professor Dumbledore is allowing Heather to come back
for the ceremony."
"Well, he and Professor McGonagall wanted to see us graduate.
Remus and Sirius want to be there and I know all the Weasleys will be
there. Your parents will be there as will the Nelsons, so everyone that I
want to be there will be."
Hermione gave him a serious. "If you think I am going to wear
our uniform to the wedding you must be mental."
"Well then, don't." Harry kissed her forehead. "Get the most
beautiful dress you can find and have Mrs. Nelson help you plan it."
"You have to help too, you know." Hermione rolled on to her
back from where she lay on her side. She sighed contently and then
their alarm clock went off.
"We'd better get up." Harry said standing up and reclaiming
his boxers from the floor. "Otherwise that Goodie woman will be
on our arse."
Hermione nodded her head in agreement and she quickly raced
for the bathroom; claiming the shower she didn't take the night before
due to their activities. Harry, though tempted to join her, decided it would
be better if he dressed for the day because the last time he and Hermione
showered together they were late for class. To say the least their instructor
was not happy at their late arrival and made them clean their respective
bathrooms at the training facility without magic. Granted he felt the whole thing
was worth it, but he decided it wouldn't look good for them to make a
repeat performance.
He quickly dressed in his black leather pants and black muscle shirt.
As Harry began putting on his black combat boots, Hermione exited the
bathroom sporting her white thong. She quickly dressed in her uniform:
black pair of leather pants, a form fitting black corset top, and a pair of
combat boots. Harry grabbed for their trench coats and his keys for
his car. "You know it never ceases to amaze me that you don't wear
a bra with that outfit."
"It would show lines. Besides, there is no way they are going
to go anywhere." She smiled evilly as she indicated to her breasts. "I'm
still trying to figure out why they issued this sort of thing to begin with.
They're not exactly something someone would wear to blend in the
crowd are they?"
"I think they were just trying to keep with the whole
stealth thing, Hermione." Harry paused. "You riding with me
or Ron?"
"I think you're smarter than that, Harry." She turned around
after Harry helped her into her coat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had
kept their Gryffindor house scarves from when they attended Hogwarts.
Since not very Americans knew about the trio's beloved school they
knew it wouldn't be so recognizable.
Professor Hazel Knut, their stealth instructor, noted. "One of the
Most important characteristics of a great auror is they have the ability to
Blend into a crowd until they are needed to be seen, and then blend back
Into the crowd once the situation has been neutralized with out leaving
What might identify them personally or the wizarding world in general."
Harry smiled a the memory of Heather and him finding out their
Gemini scars had vanished from their foreheads once they had defeated
the Dark Lord in his seventh year. In a way the scar situation saddened him,
but Harry found out he would have had to learn to cover it by a spell because
it made him easier to identify. It was also because of this Harry opted for
lasik eye surgery to correct his vision once and for all. The surgeon guaranteed
his vision would stay clear and he would no longer need the aid of his glasses or
contacts (of which contacts would have been his second choice because his
glasses over the years had become a hindrance rather than accommodate).
As Harry and Hermione walked down the hallway, Ron met up with
them sporting a similar style of pants and boots, but instead of trench coat he
wore a bomber style jacket and a plain black t-shirt. He carried with him a
black handheld case with his "electronic" spell book inside and a black
motorcycle helmet. A smile plastered his face and he was practically bouncing
with every step he took. "She comes home today!"
Harry and Hermione laughed at their best friend's exclamation. At first
Harry had resented his best friend and his little sister being together, let alone
engaged to be married. Now, he thought there wasn't a better match he could
have made for either one of them. "Well, just keep your mind on task today
in class. As a major member of my squad, I need you to have a clear head
during our practical learning sessions in Stealth, Tracking, Dueling, and Drills
today."
"Don't worry, I will be." Ron claimed.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Kind of like how you kept your mind on
Task when you found out Heather was going to call you during their Hogsmeade
weekend?"
"This is different." Ron sighed. "She's actually going to be here! In
person! If it were Hermione, mate, you know you would feel the same way."
"Probably, Ron, but I wouldn't put my team in danger." Harry
thought but said nothing.
"We'd better be going down to breakfast otherwise we won't get
any." Hermione mentioned and the three of them headed down to the
dinning hall. "So when does Heather come home?"
"After our stealth practical at four. We'll have to be up at O'Hare
by five to make sure we are there to greet her."
"Why isn't she landing in Kankakee?" Harry asked as she and the
the other two climbed down the stairs of the main foyer to the dinning
hall.
"Roger's plane is in for repairs and to say the least Heather isn't
thrilled with flying commercial. At least it's first class, so its not so bad."
Ron noted as he adjusted the helmet in his grasp. "Mum and dad are
Keeping her car at the house until she gets back. She's been teaching
Ginny how to drive it down the road during Hogsmeade weekends.
Mum's not too thrilled about it."
"Better Heather than Fred and George." Hermione offered.
"That's what I said." Ron admitted at Harry pulled out Hermione's
chair to allow her to sit down.
As soon as the three of them were seated Jonathon, the Nelsons'
Chef, brought them and Louise Goodie (the "beloved" Keeper of the
Household) their breakfast. "I thought I said I wanted my bread lightly
toasted and not buttered not black and buttered."
"You know you could go out to eat. I'm not being paid to serve
you." Jonathon began to pull away the toast to carry them off, but she
changed her mind and began eating the toast.
Ron snorted a laugh and dug into his omelet and whispered
To Harry and Hermione. "Why don't the Nelsons just sack her? I
mean she really doesn't need to be around does she? It's not like she
has any real responsibilities."
"Good morning all." Roger Nelson sauntered into the dinning
hall where breakfast was being served. He wore a gray suit, a
slate blue tie. Harry knew this suit was one of the many the older
man wore when he went to the White house. " Heather comes home
today." He noted as he opened his date book. "I unfortunately can't
meet her at the airport because I have a meeting with the President
this morning and the rest of the joint chiefs of staff at one thirty.
I can only imagine how long it will take us to get through it. Mrs.
Nelson has a charity event to go to after she gets off work at three
and will not be there either. Ron do you think you could pick her
up after your stealth practical?"
"I was already planning on it." Ron smiled at his future
father-in-law.
"I am sure she would rather have you greet her anyway."
"I'd highly doubt that, Mister Nelson." Hermione offered
him. "She love you two very much."
"We'd better be going." Harry looked at his watch. "Otherwise
we're going to be late."
*****
The Leaky Cauldron buzzed with live as Draco Malfoy entered
the pub. It had been four months since he had graduated from Hogwarts
and he had a score to settle with certain school rivals for putting his
father into Azkaban prison. He was meeting someone there at the pub
help him with his personal mission of vengeance.
He knew where those rivals were. With his new girlfriend, Danielle
MacNeal, in the United States and him still having relations with certain
key members of the Hogwarts student population he could almost trace
every move they make. Draco walked over to the table after ordering his
drink to where he would meet his contact.
"Malfoy?" the dark cloaked figure asked.
"You must be Mister Pettigrew." Draco offered his hand
almost gagging with the flattering words he knew he had to say in
order to get to the item he needed. "My father holds you in great
esteem."
"Shh!" Peter silenced him. "It's Wormtail. No one calls me
by that name anymore. Especially when I am suppose to be in
Azkaban."
"How did you get out?"
"I took a page out of my dear friend Sirius' Black's
book and transformed into my animal form." Wormtail exclaimed in
a low whisper. "I am an unregistered animagi."
"Really?" An evil cloud began to form in Draco Malfoy's
gaze. "I don't suppose Potter knows this does he?"
"I suppose he would since his father was one of Sirius'
and my "friends" when we learned. Potter senior, though, took
the form of a stag."
Draco handed the cloaked figure a galleon. "Where is it?"
"Where's what?" Wormtail offered Draco his palm to indicate
he wasn't going to release the information without proper payment.
"We agreed."
Draco tossed him the sack of galleons and Wormtail counted it
before continuing. "I have it right here with me, but its going to cost
you if you want it."
The Malfoy heir rolled his eyes and threw another bag of coins
in the Death Eater's direction. The man opened the sack, counted it
Quickly, then put it in the pocket of his cloak. Wormtail glanced
Around the room to make sure no one was watching them. When he
Decided it was safe, he pulled out a book and handed it to him. "You'll
Find everything you need inside here and what you can't… well… I'm
sure you could find in Knockturn Alley for a reasonable price."
Draco quickly took the book and tucked it beneath his robes.
"This better be worth what I paid for it, Wormtail, or you might find
yourself suddenly dead."
Wormtail stood up to leave and said. "Oh it is, Malfoy. Its worth
It all."
*****
Harry remained still as he waited to cue Hermione to stay
In her position. As he watched his fiancée move into position, he
checked on Ron's condition. He still lay on the ground immobile
from a hit he had taken. He had been hit with a stunning spell, so
the damage he took would be minimum.
Hermione pulled her hair back into a ponytail before she
and the other members of their squadron walked into Thompson
Arena for their practical; to keep her bushy hair tamed out of her
face. She gestured the number two in Harry's direction to indicate
how many of the other members of the squadron were with the
leader.
Harry nodded and gestured to two of their other teammates
Kamal Habib and Sarah Campbell to join Hermione on their team's
surprise attack. As soon as the three of them were in range, Hermione
muttered a spell and stunned the leader of the other group. After she
did, the lights in the arena went to full power and the voice of their
instructor, Professor Hazel Knut, floated into their earpieces.
"Blue team leader neutralized. Red team wins. Take your "injured"
to the medical bay and I will debrief you shortly."
Hermione walked back to help Harry carry their best friend
to the medical bay. "I hope there will be time for me to shower
before we leave here today." Hermione mentioned as they left the
arena. "I need one."
"Yeah, you do." Harry smiled playfully at her, which earned him
a playful swat on the back of his head.
"You don't smell like a bed of roses either." She pointed out
once the three of them entered the medical bay.
The medi witch on duty escorted them to an empty bed.
Harry laid him down onto the bed as Hermione claimed he chair
next to it. "I'm glad they're only stunners, but in real life they aren't.
If she wants it to be practical why doesn't she use real spells?"
Harry groused to Hermione. "When we fought Voldermort, bloody
Hell, we were lucky if he crucio-ed us."
"That is because I do not feel we can loose students because
they were careless." The voice of Professor Knut floated into his ears.
Harry grimaced to Hermione as she turned around to meet
eyes with the Stealth Professor. "Hello, Professor Knut."
"Mister Potter, I know you and your friends defeated the Dark
Lord your last term at Hogwarts, but as disconsolate and extreme
that situation was, a team leader must understand that situation
was unique." The Head of the Stealth and Tracking departments
mentioned as the medi witch, a certain Zoe Arnold, aroused Ron
out of his unconsciousness. "Since the Dark Lord is no longer in
power and you are no longer hunted by him there is no need to
feel like we have to train our aurors as if their lives hand on the line.
Since this is also just a training exercise we don't feel the need to
use anything but disarming spells that don't permanently harm the
students."
"But Professor, don't you think we should use other spells
because it would better prepare my fellow classmates to what really
happens in the real world?" Hermione continued on Harry's behalf.
Professor Knut turned around and grinned evilly to herself.
"Mister Potter, I want you and the rest of your squadron to report
to me tomorrow morning and the rest of the week at seven. You
and your team will perform drills until you drop from exhaustion."
Once the teacher left her students, the other members of
Harry's squad approached him. "Hey, thanks a lot, Potter." Anthony
Kenyon rolled his light blue eyes and tossed his shoulder length
blonde hair back over his shoulder.
"Yeah, man." Kamal Habib pushed Harry in the shoulder
slightly with his dark ebony hand. "Next time why don't ya just
ask her take away our squadron award. She might do it for ya."
Harry said nothing as Hermione held him from lashing out
Physically. "Hey, Harry." Ron called from the bed. "Did we win?"
"Yeah, but we unfortunately said something Professor
Knut didn't like." Harry mentioned in subdued tones.
"What is going to make us do this time?" Ron asked.
"She's making us come to the school early and perform
drills." Hermione answered as she looked down at her shoes. Harry
reached over and took her hand.
"AWW! Harry, Hermione, how could you?" Ron whined.
"Heather's going to be home tonight and I was really hoping to
spend some quality time with her."
"Please, Ron. Don't go any farther than that." Hermione
moaned. "I really don't think I could handle the mental image."
Ron sat up in the bed and rolled his eyes. "Its not like
you don't enjoy "quality" time together, because I know you do.
I can hear you halfway down the hallway."
Before either one could answer, Madame Arnold rushed
Over to the next bed where the blue squadron leader Emily Rose
lay passed out. "You're fine, Mister Weasley, you may go."
Ron, with the help of Harry and Hermione, stood up
and walked out of the hospital. Ron looked at his watch. "I
think we'll have enough time to shower before meeting
Heather at O'Hare?"
"Yeah, let's go." Harry looked at his watch, then ordered
his squadron to hit the showers so he could go drown his
sorrows in steaming hot water.
*****
End of Chapter One.