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.