The Pen of Destiny (COMPLETE!!)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
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Adult +
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18
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7,270
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42
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Chapter Eight
Hello! Happy weekend everybody! Happy Memorial Day weekend too! Who else here has a T.V. marathon planned? Hope all your television marathons and BBQ's go well!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Eight
Hermione led the charge into the emergency ward where Blaise was, going straight over to the head healer. Meanwhile, Sirius and Bill strolled at a more sedate pace.
“How long have you and Hermione been involved?” Sirius asked, without looking over to the younger wizard.
“About a year now,” he answered casually. “And before you ask, we’re keeping our relationship a secret mostly due to the fact that my mother would try to get us married every other week. Neither one of us wants that.”
“So she knows about you and…”
Bill stopped in his tracks, glaring at him. “That’s none of her business.”
“Right,” Sirius stated blandly. “It makes me wonder if Hermione would see it the same way.”
It was then that she came back over. “Blaise is in a bad way,” she told them, not noticing the tension that was thrumming between the two men. “He can’t talk, but he was able to write a note before he past out.”
She held the note out and Sirius snatched it before Bill could. Looking at the writing, he muttered, “Is this Italian? Merlin, is it writing at all?”
Bill took the scrape of paper then, looking at it. “Arabic?”
“Hebrew, actually,” Hermione corrected quietly. “It is rather sloppily written, but then he was half blind with the blood going into his eyes at the time. He croaked that he wrote it just after he was attacked. He thought he was going to die at the time he did so.”
“What’s it say?” Sirius asked.
“Unlike what my nickname implies, I am far from being a know it all,” she told him. “But I think I know whom to speak to about what this might say.”
“Where are we going?” Sirius asked.
Walking backwards, she told them, “It would be for the best if I went alone. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.”
Once she was gone, Sirius turned to Bill. “She hasn’t a clue the reason why your marriage broke up is because you’re the one that cheated on your wife?”
“I swear if you say a word…”
“What gets me is that it wasn’t a woman that you were having the affair with, but another man,” Sirius said blandly even as Bill’s face went red.
“How do you know?” the other wizard demanded.
“How do you think I know?” Sirius murmured. “Remus told me, you stupid git.” The older wizard got into his face. “He told me all about how you two fuck around behind your lovers’ backs. Cried about it to me, as if I could give him some sort of absolution.”
“Are you going to tell Hermione?” Bill asked, his voice low.
“I haven’t yet,” he answered, walking away. “But you never know…”
“What would you gain from telling her anything? Who is to say that she’ll believe a thing you say about me or Remus?”
Sirius nodded at this, but said, “I never said I would say anything.”
He grabbed his arm, growling, “If this is some sort of trick…”
The dark wizard looked at the hand fisted on his jacket, letting out a growl that had Bill backing off. Straightening out the leather, he said, “It isn’t a trick. It’s something you might not be all that familiar with—the truth.”
***
Hermione sat pretending to sip on the herbal tea that she would have much rather it be a fire whiskey. Looking up towards the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, she watched as the note she brought over floated up near his bespectacled painted eyes.
“Ahh, I do believe I know what this says,” he murmured, looking towards her. “You can take it back now.”
“Thank you,” she said, doing just that. “What does it say?”
“Pen of Destiny,” he told her. “Which is rather odd. I’ve never heard anything of the sort in the Jewish community before.”
“It’s a reference to Machiavelli’s Plume,” she explained to him. “The LeStrange Brothers, Dolohov, and Greyback are looking for it.”
His eyes went wide. “Are you certain?”
“I wasn’t until this.” She waved the note. “Whether the attack on Blaise was to stop us from putting a halt to their hunt or us trying to find it ourselves though, I don’t have a clue.” She studied him. “So, Headmaster, what have you heard of the pen in question?”
“It’s very powerful,” he said. “Nothing to play about with, that’s a given. And deadly when in the wrong hands.” His head tilted as his eyes sparkled. “Nothing you haven’t thought of already I’m sure.”
She nodded at this with a smile. “When exactly did it vanish and where?”
“No one knows with the exception of one wizard. Most of what is out in the world is rumor or gossip that is more fiction than fact.”
“And the wizard? Who is he?” Hermione inquired.
“Fleur Delacour’s father,” he stated. “Marcus Delacour.” Then he sighed, as he added, “He will not speak to you about this. I doubt he has said anything about the Plume in over five decades.”
“Why is that?” she asked him.
“He spelled himself mute on the subject.” Albus sat back in his chair and studied her a moment. “So how have you been, my dear?”
“Fine,” she replied, resigned to the fact that the former headmaster was one for small talk even if she wasn’t. “Uh, everyone is well.”
Albus’s blue eyes managed to twinkle all the more, something that she didn’t know how he managed, as he asked, “So is there any special person in your life?”
She told him about Bill, asking him to keep it to himself. “Ever since his marriage to Fleur broke up, his mother has been trying to find him a new wife exactly like her.” But then she frowned. “I just realized that Sirius only found out about Bill and I this morning, but I have to say that there was an odd tension between them that I don’t know how to perceive.”
“You are questioning your intuition again,” Albus murmured. “You trust yourself when it comes to your intellect, but you have never been so confident when it comes to your appeal to the opposite sex. Why is that?”
“Why don’t you ask me to solve pi to the millionth digit? It would be easier to comprehend,” she told him, setting aside the untouched tea and stood up. “I have to get going. Say hello to the others if you could. I’m sorry to have made this a short visit. There’s so much to do.”
“Hermione,” he called out to her as she got to the doorway. “You’re no longer that bucktoothed child you once were. You’re a beautiful grown witch.” She turned to look at him. “Trust your instincts with the men in your life. They are better than you know.”
***
Time for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "The Little Things" by Danny Elfman for the movie "Wanted". Chocolate hazelnut biscotti and coffee (let me know how you take your java) go out to Jennifer! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next song. "There's a fruit store on our street/It's run by a reviewer/And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him review!" Okay, this song goes way back and has a rich history not only in the United States, where the title was a coined phrase that was rumored to have started in both New York and Chicago back in the 1920's, but also in Ireland and England as well. My personal favorite story about the song was that it was used in Northern Ireland in 1932 during the Outdoor Relief protests as both the Catholics and the Protestants knew the song. Not bad for a novelty song, huh? Good luck and have a wonderful weekend.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Eight
Hermione led the charge into the emergency ward where Blaise was, going straight over to the head healer. Meanwhile, Sirius and Bill strolled at a more sedate pace.
“How long have you and Hermione been involved?” Sirius asked, without looking over to the younger wizard.
“About a year now,” he answered casually. “And before you ask, we’re keeping our relationship a secret mostly due to the fact that my mother would try to get us married every other week. Neither one of us wants that.”
“So she knows about you and…”
Bill stopped in his tracks, glaring at him. “That’s none of her business.”
“Right,” Sirius stated blandly. “It makes me wonder if Hermione would see it the same way.”
It was then that she came back over. “Blaise is in a bad way,” she told them, not noticing the tension that was thrumming between the two men. “He can’t talk, but he was able to write a note before he past out.”
She held the note out and Sirius snatched it before Bill could. Looking at the writing, he muttered, “Is this Italian? Merlin, is it writing at all?”
Bill took the scrape of paper then, looking at it. “Arabic?”
“Hebrew, actually,” Hermione corrected quietly. “It is rather sloppily written, but then he was half blind with the blood going into his eyes at the time. He croaked that he wrote it just after he was attacked. He thought he was going to die at the time he did so.”
“What’s it say?” Sirius asked.
“Unlike what my nickname implies, I am far from being a know it all,” she told him. “But I think I know whom to speak to about what this might say.”
“Where are we going?” Sirius asked.
Walking backwards, she told them, “It would be for the best if I went alone. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.”
Once she was gone, Sirius turned to Bill. “She hasn’t a clue the reason why your marriage broke up is because you’re the one that cheated on your wife?”
“I swear if you say a word…”
“What gets me is that it wasn’t a woman that you were having the affair with, but another man,” Sirius said blandly even as Bill’s face went red.
“How do you know?” the other wizard demanded.
“How do you think I know?” Sirius murmured. “Remus told me, you stupid git.” The older wizard got into his face. “He told me all about how you two fuck around behind your lovers’ backs. Cried about it to me, as if I could give him some sort of absolution.”
“Are you going to tell Hermione?” Bill asked, his voice low.
“I haven’t yet,” he answered, walking away. “But you never know…”
“What would you gain from telling her anything? Who is to say that she’ll believe a thing you say about me or Remus?”
Sirius nodded at this, but said, “I never said I would say anything.”
He grabbed his arm, growling, “If this is some sort of trick…”
The dark wizard looked at the hand fisted on his jacket, letting out a growl that had Bill backing off. Straightening out the leather, he said, “It isn’t a trick. It’s something you might not be all that familiar with—the truth.”
***
Hermione sat pretending to sip on the herbal tea that she would have much rather it be a fire whiskey. Looking up towards the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, she watched as the note she brought over floated up near his bespectacled painted eyes.
“Ahh, I do believe I know what this says,” he murmured, looking towards her. “You can take it back now.”
“Thank you,” she said, doing just that. “What does it say?”
“Pen of Destiny,” he told her. “Which is rather odd. I’ve never heard anything of the sort in the Jewish community before.”
“It’s a reference to Machiavelli’s Plume,” she explained to him. “The LeStrange Brothers, Dolohov, and Greyback are looking for it.”
His eyes went wide. “Are you certain?”
“I wasn’t until this.” She waved the note. “Whether the attack on Blaise was to stop us from putting a halt to their hunt or us trying to find it ourselves though, I don’t have a clue.” She studied him. “So, Headmaster, what have you heard of the pen in question?”
“It’s very powerful,” he said. “Nothing to play about with, that’s a given. And deadly when in the wrong hands.” His head tilted as his eyes sparkled. “Nothing you haven’t thought of already I’m sure.”
She nodded at this with a smile. “When exactly did it vanish and where?”
“No one knows with the exception of one wizard. Most of what is out in the world is rumor or gossip that is more fiction than fact.”
“And the wizard? Who is he?” Hermione inquired.
“Fleur Delacour’s father,” he stated. “Marcus Delacour.” Then he sighed, as he added, “He will not speak to you about this. I doubt he has said anything about the Plume in over five decades.”
“Why is that?” she asked him.
“He spelled himself mute on the subject.” Albus sat back in his chair and studied her a moment. “So how have you been, my dear?”
“Fine,” she replied, resigned to the fact that the former headmaster was one for small talk even if she wasn’t. “Uh, everyone is well.”
Albus’s blue eyes managed to twinkle all the more, something that she didn’t know how he managed, as he asked, “So is there any special person in your life?”
She told him about Bill, asking him to keep it to himself. “Ever since his marriage to Fleur broke up, his mother has been trying to find him a new wife exactly like her.” But then she frowned. “I just realized that Sirius only found out about Bill and I this morning, but I have to say that there was an odd tension between them that I don’t know how to perceive.”
“You are questioning your intuition again,” Albus murmured. “You trust yourself when it comes to your intellect, but you have never been so confident when it comes to your appeal to the opposite sex. Why is that?”
“Why don’t you ask me to solve pi to the millionth digit? It would be easier to comprehend,” she told him, setting aside the untouched tea and stood up. “I have to get going. Say hello to the others if you could. I’m sorry to have made this a short visit. There’s so much to do.”
“Hermione,” he called out to her as she got to the doorway. “You’re no longer that bucktoothed child you once were. You’re a beautiful grown witch.” She turned to look at him. “Trust your instincts with the men in your life. They are better than you know.”
***
Time for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "The Little Things" by Danny Elfman for the movie "Wanted". Chocolate hazelnut biscotti and coffee (let me know how you take your java) go out to Jennifer! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next song. "There's a fruit store on our street/It's run by a reviewer/And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him review!" Okay, this song goes way back and has a rich history not only in the United States, where the title was a coined phrase that was rumored to have started in both New York and Chicago back in the 1920's, but also in Ireland and England as well. My personal favorite story about the song was that it was used in Northern Ireland in 1932 during the Outdoor Relief protests as both the Catholics and the Protestants knew the song. Not bad for a novelty song, huh? Good luck and have a wonderful weekend.