Harry Potter and the Death Eater's Revenge
By S'Eleene Paris and Sable's human
Rated: pg-13 (or K+ on fanfiction.net)
Pairings: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley/Other Character;
Draco Malfoy/ Other Character
Synopsis: Book 3 of the Girl Who Lived Series, a another threat to the
Wizarding world by newly release Death Eaters causes Harry, Ron,
Heather, and Hermione to team up once again. Will they be able to settle
their differences in time to fight off this latest threat?
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all lefts, rights, and eyelashes belonging to
the Harry Potter universe. We own Heather Potter and the rest that doesn't.
Chapter One
Coping
The morning sun peaked out from behind the trees and the birds amongst
them began their morning song. Their timeless song floated to the heavens
blissfully much like the on going morning hymns of the local convent. A postulant
bowed in the direction of the alter before moving into the pew. She kneeled at the
pew and began reciting the prayers of the Rosary.
Although most of the members of her convent where already headed to
their morning prayers the Mother Superior, Mary Kathryn, was holding conference
with a man she never would normally hold a conversation with. His black hair
was disarray and his emerald eyes were filled with hope. They had already
communicated once at the topic at hand and he felt they should continue the
conversation in person.. "How did you get that limp, Mister Potter, if you don't
mind me asking."
"Flying accident."
"Oh, are you a pilot?"
"Something like that." Harry chuckled as they strolled the convents gardens.
The bottom of his cane clicked as it hit the stones on the pathway.
"How old would you say your sister was?" She asked as her ebony robes swayed
in the light Autumn breeze.
"She'll be eighteen come Halloween."
"Does she look anything like you? I am sure I would have recognized those eyes
you have if she was here."
"Vaguely. She had brown eyes." Harry offered. "Your sister wrote me saying you
found her."
The Mother Superior smiled. "Minerva has known to get excited about things. I
told her that we did have a girl who did appear around the date your Heather went
missing. I just hope she's the right girl so I don't let the both of you down. She was
in an American convent when she came to us. Terribly hurting and not saying why."
"Where is she? I would like to see her."
"Morning prayers, but I'll send for her as soon as they are over." She offered
as she stopped under a sour cherry tree. "For now, I'll pray the Lord forgive me for missing
mine and enjoy your company. What is that you say you do, Mister Potter?"
Harry chuckled. "Call me, Harry. I teach at your sister's school."
"A noble profession. I use to teach at a school near here? What do you teach?"
"History." Harry said quickly. "You could say."
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, its not really just history. Its more like a life application class."
"Like auto shop or home economics?"
"Yeah."
"I see." The duo stopped to recline on a cast iron and wooden bench.
"Is there a Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter?"
"We were married a year ago this past May." Harry glared down on
the simple platinum band on his left hand.
"Lovely. How long did you two know each other before you were
married?"
"Since we were eleven." Harry smiled at the fond memory and
whispered. "All because of a toad."
"Excuse me?"
"We were on the train on our way to school and one of our fellow
students, now a good friend of ours, lost his pet toad Trevor. She was helping
him find him when we met."
Before Mother Mary Kathryn could respond, the chimes in the bell
tower pealed the hour. "Let's retire to my office, where I shall send for her."
As the two of them climbed up the several steps toward the Mother
Superior's office neither of them noticed a brunette and brown eyed postulant
walked out of her morning prayers.
Heather Lillian Potter looked up in the bright morning's sky and felt an
overflowing peace she had not felt in a long time. Granted she had been praying
for it for several months, but she didn't think it would engulf her. Her body had
been aching over this peace and when she did feel it, she nearly fell over.
"Are you alright?" Sister Mary Agnes asked as she caught the postulant
before she fell to the ground. "You haven't been quite yourself today."
"I'm fine Sister Agnes. Thank you."
"You sure?"
Heather smiled brightly. "I'm fine. I just feel wonderful."
"I've noticed. It was like a piece of you had been missing."
Sister Mary Agnes looked up at the sky. "At least the storms have
stopped. I was beginning to think the Lord was never going to let
the sun grace our presence again."
Heather bit your lip to refrain herself from snapping an
answer about God not having anything to do with it, rather than it being
about her and her moods. "I have to stop this. I just simply cannot
perform magic, again. Its simple as that." She thought to herself
as she looked up at the bright blue cloudless sky.
"Pardon me, Sister Agnes, but the Mother Superior wants to
see Sister Rachel in her office." A voice brought Heather out of
her reverie
Heather froze. "Did she say why?"
"No, but she did say it was rather urgent." The newcomer,
Sister Mary Roberta, mentioned.
"Is there any idea of what this could be about?" Sister Agnes asked.
"There was a man sitting in her office. He looked like you, Mary
Rachel, except for the eyes. Do you have a brother?"
"What color are those eyes?" Heather cringed, muttering in hopes
they were any color other than…
"Emerald green."
"Damn!" Heather closed her eyes as her mind screamed.
"The Mother Superior told me to escort you to her office."
Mary Roberta mentioned as she took Heather's hand and escorted her
to their leader's office.
"Of course she would have you escort me. She thinks I am going
to run away again." Heather thought inwardly at Mary Roberta. "Well,
since she left no real way to get away. I suppose I'd have to talk to him
eventually."
Heather's heart raced faster and faster as they came closer to the
office door. When they reached the door, Mary Roberta knocked on the
door. "Come." The voice of the Mother Superior called through the door.
The door opened ant he duo stepped inside. "Thank you for coming
Sister Mary Rachel. Please have a seat. That will be all Mary Roberta and
please make sure we're not disturbed."
The sister bowed slightly and exited the office. Mary Kathryn
looked at Harry and asked. "Is this her?"
Ever since she stepped into the room, Harry's eyes never left the
woman in question. "There's only one way to know for sure." Harry
pulled his sister's diamond and phoenix feather wand from his cloak
and placed it on the desk in front of her.
Heather played dumb. "What do you want me to do call for it?"
"Something like that." Harry commented. "Say Accio Wand
while concentrating on it in your hand."
"Mother, he can't be serious." Heather scoffed.
"Very."
"Even if I say "Accio Wand" do you really think it will work?"
Heather gestured with her right hand to indicate she thought it wasn't
right to be asked to do something like this. No sooner had Heather
complained, she felt the cold stone object in her hand.
"Yes because you just did." Harry smiled at her then turned
to the Mother Superior. "Thank you, Sister Mary Kathryn. We'll be
leaving shortly."
"We'll?" Heather mocked. "Who said anything about me going
anywhere?"
"You will after what I have to say to you."
Heather huffed. "Do you know how predictable that just sounded?"
"Will you excuse us for a moment." Harry asked Mother Mary
Kathryn. "I need to talk to my little sister in private."
"Sure." Mary Kathryn stood up and walked out of her office.
"Well?"
"Ron's been looking for you, you know."
"So."
"He's worried about you. We all have."
Heather paused. "I have a new life now."
"No, you're just hiding from your old one."
Heather ignored his comment as she rolled her eyes. "Who died and
made you my mother?"
Harry sighed, sounding defeated. "Heather please."
Heather looked deep into her brother's eyes. "There is something
else isn't there? What is it?"
Harry sighed because he knew for some reason it would have to
have come down to it. "Obviously since you haven't been able to read
a copy of the Daily Prophet or been in the Wizarding world lately, let
me catch you up. A year ago, before you disappeared, Hermione took
the Onyx Spell Book when we came to rescue you. Unfortunately,
we didn't expect Malfoy and MacNeal to make another."
"You mean a copy?"
"No, another. This one; however, doesn't have Voldermort's
soul preserved in its pages. It has Malfoy and MacNeal's souls."
"I take it you haven't been able to figure out how to destroy
the Onyx Spell Book." Heather concluded.
"No, that's another reason why we need you." Harry admitted.
"You're our team's expert on Dark Magic items."
Heather was silent for a long time before she observed. "You
use a cane."
Harry nodded solemnly. "My leg is still pretty banged up
from the fall I took when we came to rescue you. Madame Pomfrey
is doing all she can help me. She has called in some of the most
powerful healers at Saint Mungo's."
"Are they helping at all?"
"Yes, some what. They say, though, the leg may not get
back to the way it as before the accident. The only good thing
about the whole this is my cane."
"What so special about it?" Heather asked eyeing it.
"I had it specially made. I'd seen one of them before.
Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, had one." Harry tossed Heather
his cane. "The end of the cane holds my wand."
Heather grinned as she eyed the cane. The whole thing
was made of the same wood as his wand: Holly. The handle was carved
into a lion; the symbol of Gryffindor house. "Its nice, Harry." It was
when she handed back the cane, she noticed his wedding band. "You
and Hermione got married then?"
"A year ago last May."
"Am I going to be an aunt yet?"
Harry took his turn to chuckle. "We're working on it."
"That's wonderful!" Heather exclaimed. "So, what are you
two doing now that you're not in Auror training?"
"Currently, we're looking for a house in Hogsmeade so
we can be close to Hogwarts. I'm teaching Defense Against
the Dark Arts and Hermione is in training to be a healer. She
takes her test during Christmas break."
"What about Ron?" Heather asked with a slight pause.
"How is he?"
"As well as can be expected."
"What is he doing now?"
"He's still an auror. His main mission is to find you. Red
squadron is still at Hogwarts. We were all worried, Heather."
Heather stood up, walked over to the window, and grazed
out the window expressionless. `I'm going to need some time
to think about it."
"I'm going to be in town until tomorrow." Harry offered.
"I'm leaving in the morning. I'll make a stop on my way out."
Heather nodded as Harry stood up and sauntered over to
his sister to hug her before leaving the office. When Sister
Mary Kathryn came back into her office, she went over to the
window where Heather stood with tears on the brim of falling
down her cheeks. "Why did this have to come today?" She
sobbed in the Mother Superior's arms. "I was going to come
to you today to tell you I was ready to take my vows."
"Heather, my child," the woman consoled using her
real name, "God brought you to us for a reason. The same
could be said about him bringing your brother here to find you.
God will never give you more than you can handle. Remember
that."
Heather sniffed. "So, you're sending me back?"
The graying haired woman smiled, warmly. "Consider
it a mission. Find out if the sisterhood is your calling. An
affirmation if you will. If it's not, you know where you belong."
"But how can I go back? After all that has happened?"
"You know the prodigal's son asked the same thing."
*****
Ron Weasley paced back and forth, frustrated. His friend,
Hermione Potter watched him cross the room back and forth. She
had claimed the couch in the teacher's lounge and he'd been in too
grand of a tantrum to claim the other cushion. "Would you just calm
down, Ronald. Harry just felt he had a better chance of getting her to
come if you weren't there."
"He had no right, Hermione. This is my mission and my fiancée."
"And his sister." Hermione pointed out as she took a sip of her
steaming green tea.
"Yeah." Ron exclaimed, exasperated. "She may be his sister, but
I'm the one who loves her."
Hermione chuckled. "You're getting yourself very confused, Ron."
Ron growled impatient with his best female friend. "You know
what you mean."
Hermione smirked playfully. "No I don't, Ron. Maybe you
should try explaining it to me."
The auror straight from boot camp rolled his eyes as the
healer-to-be continued to work on her review notes for her exam.
"So when is the big test."
"After this term ends." Hermione noted the change of topic
as a clear sign Ron didn't want to talk about Heather anymore. So
it came to no surprise to Hermione when Harry sauntered into the
room with Heather in tow. Ron became speechless for the few minutes
his face turned from pink to scarlet. "What the bloody hell? Where the
hell were you?"
"I don't have to answer to you." Heather snapped.
"Like hell you do." Ron volleyed back. "You have a lot to
answer to."
"That's enough the both of you." Harry growled. "Right now we
have bigger problems to deal with rather than listen to the two of you
squabble. We have Death Eaters to find."
Both Ron and Heather simultaneously cross their arms. "How
lovely." Heather offered. "We're going on a witch hunt."
"Kind of ironic isn't it?" Hermione giggled.
*****
Heather climbed the stairs toward the red squadron's tower. She
had a bone to pick with Ron and Heather was determined to have her say.
He had no right saying she had to answer to him.
The dark corridor was lit only by torches lining them and Heather
shivered although it was fairly warm inside The last time she had ever seen
Hogwarts was right after she had been attacked by the very same Death
Eaters they were now going after. "Its ironic how the hunters become the
hunted." She mused to herself.
Once she came to the entrance to the tower, she gave the password
Harry gave her upon their arrival to the castle. "Death Eaters are asses."
"I agree." The statue of Godric Gryffindor mentioned as he stepped
aside to let the two lions on either side of him guard the entrance. Once inside,
the statue would step back into place to block the obvious entrance to the tower.
Once inside of the landing, Heather climbed the spiral stair case to the
common room.
Heather froze at the top of the stairs when she witnessed what was going
on in the room with out her. Tears quickly filled her eyes as she watched Ron
embrace then kiss Sarah Campbell on the forehead. "Thanks, Sarah, I really
needed to hear that."
"Don't worry, Ron." Sarah smiled warmly and that was when Heather
noticed the matching gold bands on their left hand. "Give her some time.
She's been through a lot this past year or so."
"And you don't think I haven't?" Ron raged. "Merlin, Sarah, the
woman I was going to marry lied to me and then left me."
"She was probably scared out of her wits. You can't blame her for
that."
"Like hell I won't." Ron crossed his arms and with that statement
Heather made her presence known. She stormed across the common room,
past him to the door where her bed room was, and slammed the door shut
after her entrance so hard it rattled the lamps on the side tables by the
common room couch.
"That was real smooth, Ron." Sarah noted as she reached over to
prevent one of the lamps from falling off the table and shattering on the
floor.
*****
End of Chapter One.