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Harry Potter and the Onyx Spell Book

seleene_paris

Chapter 6

Progression

The gray clouds outside only accented the mood

inside of the castle. Harry had concluded something was

going to happen soon whether his team was ready or not.

"It always does." Harry confided in his sister and his

cousin as they strolled the grounds with the two of them.

Ron was on patrol and Hermione was in her healer

training class with Madame Pomfrey, so both Harry and

Heather took the time with their cousin.

"Kind of like the time where my gang and I was

racing after you?"

"Which time?" Harry scoffed.

"The week you turned your teacher's hair blue."

"It wasn't her hair. It was her wig."

"You turned your teacher's wig blue?" Heather

as she chuckled. "That's hysterical!"

"Not so hysterical when I got home." Harry

offered and then he changed the topic. "How is

Aunt Petunia's treatment going?"

"Its going well. Mum is in America at the moment.

The healer at Saint Mungo's sent her to a specialist in

Salem. Dad wanted to go, but couldn't because of school

being in session and he wasn't going to allow me to miss

either. We'll leave to join her at the clinic once school lets

out."

"Speaking of America, have you received your

letter yet from Mika and India?" Harry asked as casually

as he could so Dudley wouldn't suspect anything unusual.

"Not yet. I was hoping it would come today at lunch."

Heather mentioned as she chuckled. "At least its not like

what happened at my de-crowning."

"De-crowning?" Dudley inquired.

"Heather was Ms. Junior United States, remember?

She had to give up her title earlier this summer." Harry filled

Dudley in. "She was suppose to be the epitome of beauty,

grace, elegance, and taste. Instead she gave the winner a

gesture that was exactly the opposite."

"At least I had enough taste not to start it. That fucking

bitch kept stepping on my toes." Heather defended. "I was

rooting for the Miss Congeniality, Marianne Brown from

Toledo, OH. At least she didn't call me a bitch behind my

back."

"That girl from California was nice." Harry offered.

"She'd also been sniffing a bit too much of that bleach

she used to dye her hair if you know what I mean."

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around Heather

and caught her off guard. "Hey." Ron breathed into her

ear.

"Hey." Heather smiled as she turned to face him.

"I thought you were on patrol."

"I am," Ron grinned as he held her, "but I wanted to

come over and say hello."

"Better not let Sergeant Duckhorn see you." Harry

ordered.

"Yes, sir." Ron saluted mockingly.

"I'm serious, Ron. You're on duty."

"Okay, Okay. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Ron rolled his eyes. "I won't."

"You want to meet me in our lobby later?"

Heather asked.

"Lobby?"

"The common room. That's what we call the

common room in the states, remember? How often

do we have to go over this?"

"All the time." Ron smiled playfully. "When?"

"After lunch?"

"Can do." Ron kissed her on the forehead.

"I'll see you then. "

"Yeah." Heather smiled once Ron walked

back toward the school. "I'll see you then."

*****

Chaos,

It's a negative on MacNeal. According to

Mika (after she hacked into the A.A. files) she

hopped a plane to the U.K. We're still trying to

figure out why. Her cell phone files are one of

the next few things Mika is going to get into

to figure it out unless you know what she is

up to. Le me know so I can give Mika the go.

-India Jade

"Mika hacked into the A.A.'s files?" Sarah

exclaimed. "Maybe we should be investigating her."

"Mika's harmless. Its not like she has a

large active Interpol file. Its also not her to do

anything other than access files to read them."

Heather offered as she folded the letter to put

inside of her cloak. "You know, I'd bet you she's with

Malfoy. They were dating at the end of last year

and he's the son of a known Death Eater. The

sour apple never falls too far from the tree you know.

Not to mention it wouldn't be beyond those two to

plot something to get back at Harry and I."

"The big question is how and what." Hermione

suggested to the group as she stood up and began

pacing the floor.

"Any suggestions, Hermione?" Harry asked as

he claimed one of the cushions on the sofa. The seven

decided to meet for a private lunch when Heather's letter

arrived in the mail.

"Not anything specific yet, but I do have a hunch.

What do you think, Ron?"

"Same here. Nothing concrete. As what they'd

be willing to try, I wouldn't put it past it beyond either

one of them to want to kill us." The team strategist

suggested. "I would suggest when, not if, we have a

confrontation we'd be ready to kill if we have to."

"I'd rather not have it come to that, Ron." Harry

commanded. "I'd rather let the duo rot in Azkaban, but

if it's a matter of one of you and either one of them, I

would rather let it be one of them."

"And on that note." Kamal looked at his watch.

"Anthony and I have weaponry class."

"We'd better be going too, Harry." Hermione

glanced at her watch. "You have your wand-less

magic training and I need to get to the library before

you me, and Ron have our command course after

dinner."

"I'll see you later." Ron waved at them as he

sprawled out on the couch once Harry stood up.

Heather took Kamal's seat at the end of the couch.

Sensing the duo wanted to be alone, Sarah

Campbell went into one of the conjoining rooms. "I'll

be studying if you need me."

Heather and Ron only nodded as they were

too busy eyeing each other. Once Sarah firmly shut

the door, Heather claimed Ron's embrace. "How are

you doing?" Ron asked. "You haven't been feeling

well since we got here. Have you been to see

Madame Pomfrey like I asked you to?"

"Traveling like we did usually throws my system

for a loop."

"But you seemed fine last year when your school

was attacked."

"Why do you think I went to see Madame Pomfrey

first thing?" Heather chuckled. ""I am helping the nurse"

that ended up to be my signal to Professor Gaddis that I

needed to see the nurse about not feeling well."

"I take it that happened often?"

"Well think about it. All the competitions I was in

made me travel quite a lot. Motion sickness and I don't

get along."

"What about plane rides? You always enjoy flying."

"Especially when I remember to take my ginger

pill before we go." Heather agreed, then noticed the

confused look on his face. "Ginger pills are the natural

cure for motion sickness. I saw it once on a muggle

television program. You probably haven't heard of it.

Its called Mythbusters."

"Ah." Ron nodded in comprehending and the

duo grew silent for a few moments.

"Ron, can I ask you something." Heather

asked breaking the moment.

"You know you can."

"Its serious."

"Okay."

"What do you think about children? Do you want

to have some?"

Ron was unusually quiet for a moment, which to

Heather meant it wasn't a good sign. "Like right now?

Heather, I don't think I'm ready. You're not ready. We're

both still in training, and we're not even married…"

"Not right now, but eventually."

"Ron thought about it for what seemed like another

eternity. "Honestly, I don't know. I've never really thought

about it. Right now, all I want to do is focus on finishing

training."

Heather wanted to scream out. "You'd better get

Use to the idea, Ron, because you're going to be a daddy,"

but she couldn't. She knew what the handbook said about

pregnant aurors. She knew Ron would make her leave

training if he knew. Thus silence continued on the topic at

hand. Heather wanted to tell him the truth. She wanted to

stop lying to him, but she couldn't. Maybe once the mission

was over…

"Why do you want to know, Heather?" Ron asked

as he chuckled. "Is there something you haven't told me?"

"No," Heather lied as he head claimed his chest

since she wasn't able to tell him that eye to eye, "there isn't

anything."

Ron kissed the top of her head as the duo continued

to lay there until the clock tower chimed the hour. "Do you

have patrol tonight?" Ron asked once the doors to the common

room opened for Harry and Hermione's entrance.

"Yeah, its my turn tonight." Heather stood up to yawn

as she stretched. "So I will see you later on this evening then?"

"I'll wait up then." Ron offered as he stood up as well.

"No you have the morning shift tomorrow, remember?

You'll need your sleep."

"If you're sure.

"I'm sure." Heather confirmed as the four of them exited

their common room to head down to dinner.

*****

As Ron scribbled down notes in command class,

his thoughts were miles away from learning to make an

effective decision toward the group under his command.

Harry noticed this and slipped a note to his best friend,

a feat of no small accord considering there were only

three people attending this particular class other than

Sergeant Duckhorn.

"What is wrong, mate?"

"One word: Heather."

"What about her?"

"She's been acting really strange lately.

More so than usual I mean."

Harry chuckled softly as he read this. "How so?"

"She's sick and she's blaming it on motion

sickness. Then she asks me if I want to have children."

"Girls think about that sort of thing all the time.

I guess it got engrained into their brains a long time ago.

Along with weddings, girls are always thinking about it."

Harry noted. "Hermione mentioned something along the

lines a few weeks ago. Scared me for a while because I

honestly thought she was pregnant. All it ended up being

her curiosity about what I thought about the same ideas

and not that she was."

"Oh."

"So its probably nothing to worry about." Harry

offered. "Although you may want to consider thinking

about if you do or not. It may pop up again. So do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Want kids."

"Think about it, Harry. You know how much

family means to my family."

"But you want to focus on your career, right

now."

"All I want to think about right now is finishing

training at this point. The only longer term goals I

have right now is marry your sister."

Harry smiled at his friend and then slipped his

and Ron's conversation to the back of his notebook

as Sergeant Duckhorn continued to ramble on about

effective decision making and how important it was

in a survival situation. Suddenly, the doors to the

classroom burst open and Professor McGonagall

hurried inside. Her face was white with worry.

"Sergeant Duckhorn, Professor Dumbledore wishes

to speak with you immediately. I am afraid something

terrible has happened."

"What's going on, Professor." Harry asked as

he stood up.

"I'm afraid there has been an abduction."

"Who is it, Professor?" Hermione asked

while shutting her books.

When Ron heard the name, he turned ghostly

white. "Miss Potter."

Sergeant Duckhorn dismissed the three and

ordered the remaining members of the Red Squadron

to meet her in their common room. The squadron

waited for almost an hour before their squadron

sergeant appeared with a letter in hand. "We have a

letter from the abductors, but its addressed to Mister

Potter. The headmaster and I tried to open the letter

Ourselves, but there must be an enchantment so he

alone can only open the letter."

Harry opened the letter with caution and even

before he had finished reading it he exclaimed. "We

were right about MacNeal and Malfoy." Harry threw

the letter in the common room fire when he was

finished. "Malfoy manor is our target. Everyone suit

up. This mission is going to need stealth."

"Once you get there," Sergeant Duckhorn

ordered and everyone stopped in their tracks,

"remember this is a rescue mission only. DO NOT

and I repeat DO NOT take the Onyx Spell Book.

We don't want to endanger Cadet Potter's life.

We will take it another time. Anyone who disobeys

this will be disobeying a direct order and will be

served with immediate discharge papers especially

since all of you are skating on thin ice already."

"Yes, Ma'am." The group agreed, but Harry

smiled as the voice of his sister popped into his

head saying. "Only a moron would skate on thin

ice."

*****

End of Chapter.

S'Eleene's notes: Sorry this took so long to get out, but

This is what happens when I feel a lot of stress at once.

Something doesn't get done and obviously it was the

Story, but don't worry. The manuscript is finished, so

The next chapter will be up quicker than you think.

I have already informed Sableshuman not to allow me

To do an abduction or anything like that for the next one

So if you think I'm being a little predictable, well, may I

Suggest you to take a nice look at anything G.F. Handel

Composed. He usually did something similar the first

Couple of times, then to drive you crazy and make sure

You're paying attention he'd change it up on you. So in

The light of Handel, this is what is going to happen. I'm not

Going to say what, but you may be surprised. Please read

And review. I do enjoy hearing from people. If you hate it,

Please keep it to yourself unless you can figure a way to

Make it constructive.