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7,243
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The Pen of Destiny
Hello one and all! I hope everyone out there is doing well. Here I am back to writing another Sirius/Hermione story. It's been awhile and I thought it was about time to head that way, if only for a change of pace. I hope you like it. Let me know what you guys think.
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Chapter One
Hermione couldn’t get over the feeling that she was being followed. It was like an itch at the back of her neck whenever she was walking. And yet every time she turned to look, it vanished. Frowning she headed over to the head auror’s office once again. Harry had sent for Hermione during her busiest time of day, something she wasn’t too thrilled about.
True, as an Unspeakable, she never had what could be called a set schedule. But Hermione had her morning routine and she hated to have it interrupted. It was one of the few things on the job that she had control over. That, she told herself dryly, was an illusion much like everything else in regard to working for the Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable.
Once at Harry’s office, she was made to wait which didn’t make her any happier. Didn’t her work count? Or was it that since her work was so secretive that they didn’t think of it or her? Hermione sat down and started making a list of what she would have to do that day—if she were allowed to do it that is.
The outer door to the office opened and shut in near silence. Hermione looked up to see Blaise Zabini winking at Harry’s secretary, making the older witch blush at the attention. Strolling over he sat next to her, nodding in greeting.
“You too?” she asked. “Do you know what this is about?”
“I fear that you know as much as I do,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “How is the veil research going?”
“About the same,” she muttered, looking at the notes she had made while waiting. “So far all I’ve been able to find out is that what I did to get Sirius out of the veil in the first
place is unheard of and that’s about it.”
“It’s difficult to be the first doing something,” he stated. “At anything.”
“Too true,” she answered as she looked over to Harry coming out of his office. Standing up, Hermione said, “What’s going on? And did you have to call us in so early? It may not seem like it, but we do actually have work that needs to be seen to.”
Accustomed to her temperament, Harry replied, “I have a good reason to call you both here, Hermione. Come in.” He stepped aside and waited as the two Unspeakables walked into the office, sitting down at his desk. Harry went around the desk, sitting down, smiling at them both in a fashion that made it clear that Harry was able to become more politically savvy over the years. “It would seem that we have ourselves a mystery.”
“Imagine that,” Blaise said dryly. “A mystery in the auror department. What is the world coming to?”
Hermione tried to smother a grin even as she asked, “What’s going on?”
Glaring at the suave Italian wizard, he said, “Dolohov has come out of hiding.” He looked over to Hermione, who had paled. “As have both of the LeStrange brothers and Greyback.”
“Why?” she asked quietly. “Why now? Why at all? They’d be arrested on sight so why risk it?”
“We have it on good authority that they have been looking for something,” Harry said, leaning back in his chair. “A magical object.”
“What?” Blaise asked, sounding curious.
“That’s just it,” he muttered. “We don’t know.” He stood up and began to pace in frustration. “Our source only knew so much and even then what he did tell us could come under the heading of ‘to be taken with a grain of salt’.”
“Unreliable?” she asked her long time friend.
“To put it mildly,” he answered. “But if it’s important enough to get that group out of hiding in order to find it, whatever it is…” Harry paused, looking over to her in worry. “Hermione, that object can’t be good to get them looking for it.”
“So you want us to what?” Hermione inquired. “Find out what it is? Secure the magical object in question? Stop them?”
“All of the above,” he stated, going around to sit on the desk in front of them. “Go out and question whom you must. If you want, I could assign aurors to help as well. But I would think that they would be redundant, what with having you two involved…”
Hermione stood up and snapped, “Stop kissing up, Harry. You don’t do it at all as well as you think you do.”
The man that lived twice blushed, as he said, “I never could do that well.”
She looked at her watch. “We can’t go speak to Headmaster Snape yet. Do you think Draco or his father would be available to speak now, Blaise?”
“I’ll floo call them and see,” the other Unspeakable said as he stood up. “If that’s all, Potter?”
“Be careful,” he told them as he saw them to the door. “Between whatever it is that they’re looking for as well as they themselves, this is going to be a very dangerous assignment.”
***
The floo call was made and an appointment with Lucius Malfoy was arranged for later that day. When they arrived they were shown to the formal sitting room by one of the house elves and told to make themselves comfortable. Hermione sat down even as Blaise went over to the bar and served himself a fire whiskey.
“Care for a drink, cara?” he asked, looking over to her waiting.
“No thank you,” she answered, looking around. “This place hasn’t changed much.”
“You’ve been here before?” Blaise inquired of her, sounding slightly shocked.
“Once,” she told him. “And I’m sorry to say that what I do recall are mostly impressions rather than the décor itself.”
“It’s a miracle you recall that much,” Lucius said as he joined them. “You were being tortured by Bellatrix, after all, not here for a social occasion.” He looked over to Blaise. “You didn’t say that she would be here as well. That’s rather rude of you, Mr. Zabini.”
“I did tell you that I would be here with a colleague,” he told the older wizard.
“But you didn’t say that it would be…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Hermione interrupted their polite argument. “I’m here. So let’s get on with this, shall we?”
Gritting his teeth he went over to his thrown like chair, draping himself into it and muttered, “What do you want to know?”
“What magical object could get several death eaters in deep hiding leaving their bolt holes?” Hermione asked him.
“What?” Lucius inquired, looking over to Blaise as if asking for a translation.
“What would the LeStrange brothers find more important than staying out of Azkaban?” Blaise inquired blandly.
Thinking it over, Lucius replied, “I can’t think of a thing. Most everything that was of import was seized by the Ministry of Magic, if not destroyed outright.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Hermione stated, gaining her a glare from the elder Malfoy. “You said most everything. What wasn’t seized or destroyed because it wasn’t held by any of the death eaters, but you knew of its existence?”
“That could be anything,” the blond muttered.
“It would have been on the top of a wish list, if you will,” Hermione said. “It must be something that would probably be on par with the Resurrection Stone or the Elder Wand.”
Lucius got up and paced as he thought it over. He stopped and looked over to her. “I can only think of one thing, but that’s impossible. It went missing in the 1950’s and chances are that it was destroyed by the same wizard who seized it in the first place.”
“And they said the Elder Wand was a part of a children’s story and little else,” Hermione said, getting up and stepping in front of him. “What is it?”
“Machiavelli’s Plume, of course.”
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That's the start of it all. Let me know how you like it. Like with all the stories, I need to know how it's going. So if you could please review, I'd be grateful. Thanks and have a fab day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter One
Hermione couldn’t get over the feeling that she was being followed. It was like an itch at the back of her neck whenever she was walking. And yet every time she turned to look, it vanished. Frowning she headed over to the head auror’s office once again. Harry had sent for Hermione during her busiest time of day, something she wasn’t too thrilled about.
True, as an Unspeakable, she never had what could be called a set schedule. But Hermione had her morning routine and she hated to have it interrupted. It was one of the few things on the job that she had control over. That, she told herself dryly, was an illusion much like everything else in regard to working for the Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable.
Once at Harry’s office, she was made to wait which didn’t make her any happier. Didn’t her work count? Or was it that since her work was so secretive that they didn’t think of it or her? Hermione sat down and started making a list of what she would have to do that day—if she were allowed to do it that is.
The outer door to the office opened and shut in near silence. Hermione looked up to see Blaise Zabini winking at Harry’s secretary, making the older witch blush at the attention. Strolling over he sat next to her, nodding in greeting.
“You too?” she asked. “Do you know what this is about?”
“I fear that you know as much as I do,” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “How is the veil research going?”
“About the same,” she muttered, looking at the notes she had made while waiting. “So far all I’ve been able to find out is that what I did to get Sirius out of the veil in the first
place is unheard of and that’s about it.”
“It’s difficult to be the first doing something,” he stated. “At anything.”
“Too true,” she answered as she looked over to Harry coming out of his office. Standing up, Hermione said, “What’s going on? And did you have to call us in so early? It may not seem like it, but we do actually have work that needs to be seen to.”
Accustomed to her temperament, Harry replied, “I have a good reason to call you both here, Hermione. Come in.” He stepped aside and waited as the two Unspeakables walked into the office, sitting down at his desk. Harry went around the desk, sitting down, smiling at them both in a fashion that made it clear that Harry was able to become more politically savvy over the years. “It would seem that we have ourselves a mystery.”
“Imagine that,” Blaise said dryly. “A mystery in the auror department. What is the world coming to?”
Hermione tried to smother a grin even as she asked, “What’s going on?”
Glaring at the suave Italian wizard, he said, “Dolohov has come out of hiding.” He looked over to Hermione, who had paled. “As have both of the LeStrange brothers and Greyback.”
“Why?” she asked quietly. “Why now? Why at all? They’d be arrested on sight so why risk it?”
“We have it on good authority that they have been looking for something,” Harry said, leaning back in his chair. “A magical object.”
“What?” Blaise asked, sounding curious.
“That’s just it,” he muttered. “We don’t know.” He stood up and began to pace in frustration. “Our source only knew so much and even then what he did tell us could come under the heading of ‘to be taken with a grain of salt’.”
“Unreliable?” she asked her long time friend.
“To put it mildly,” he answered. “But if it’s important enough to get that group out of hiding in order to find it, whatever it is…” Harry paused, looking over to her in worry. “Hermione, that object can’t be good to get them looking for it.”
“So you want us to what?” Hermione inquired. “Find out what it is? Secure the magical object in question? Stop them?”
“All of the above,” he stated, going around to sit on the desk in front of them. “Go out and question whom you must. If you want, I could assign aurors to help as well. But I would think that they would be redundant, what with having you two involved…”
Hermione stood up and snapped, “Stop kissing up, Harry. You don’t do it at all as well as you think you do.”
The man that lived twice blushed, as he said, “I never could do that well.”
She looked at her watch. “We can’t go speak to Headmaster Snape yet. Do you think Draco or his father would be available to speak now, Blaise?”
“I’ll floo call them and see,” the other Unspeakable said as he stood up. “If that’s all, Potter?”
“Be careful,” he told them as he saw them to the door. “Between whatever it is that they’re looking for as well as they themselves, this is going to be a very dangerous assignment.”
***
The floo call was made and an appointment with Lucius Malfoy was arranged for later that day. When they arrived they were shown to the formal sitting room by one of the house elves and told to make themselves comfortable. Hermione sat down even as Blaise went over to the bar and served himself a fire whiskey.
“Care for a drink, cara?” he asked, looking over to her waiting.
“No thank you,” she answered, looking around. “This place hasn’t changed much.”
“You’ve been here before?” Blaise inquired of her, sounding slightly shocked.
“Once,” she told him. “And I’m sorry to say that what I do recall are mostly impressions rather than the décor itself.”
“It’s a miracle you recall that much,” Lucius said as he joined them. “You were being tortured by Bellatrix, after all, not here for a social occasion.” He looked over to Blaise. “You didn’t say that she would be here as well. That’s rather rude of you, Mr. Zabini.”
“I did tell you that I would be here with a colleague,” he told the older wizard.
“But you didn’t say that it would be…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Hermione interrupted their polite argument. “I’m here. So let’s get on with this, shall we?”
Gritting his teeth he went over to his thrown like chair, draping himself into it and muttered, “What do you want to know?”
“What magical object could get several death eaters in deep hiding leaving their bolt holes?” Hermione asked him.
“What?” Lucius inquired, looking over to Blaise as if asking for a translation.
“What would the LeStrange brothers find more important than staying out of Azkaban?” Blaise inquired blandly.
Thinking it over, Lucius replied, “I can’t think of a thing. Most everything that was of import was seized by the Ministry of Magic, if not destroyed outright.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Hermione stated, gaining her a glare from the elder Malfoy. “You said most everything. What wasn’t seized or destroyed because it wasn’t held by any of the death eaters, but you knew of its existence?”
“That could be anything,” the blond muttered.
“It would have been on the top of a wish list, if you will,” Hermione said. “It must be something that would probably be on par with the Resurrection Stone or the Elder Wand.”
Lucius got up and paced as he thought it over. He stopped and looked over to her. “I can only think of one thing, but that’s impossible. It went missing in the 1950’s and chances are that it was destroyed by the same wizard who seized it in the first place.”
“And they said the Elder Wand was a part of a children’s story and little else,” Hermione said, getting up and stepping in front of him. “What is it?”
“Machiavelli’s Plume, of course.”
***
That's the start of it all. Let me know how you like it. Like with all the stories, I need to know how it's going. So if you could please review, I'd be grateful. Thanks and have a fab day!