The Book of the Dead: Chapter 1-10

The Book of the Dead

by JunoMagic

Chapters 1–10

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Nothing Good Will Come of That

Hermione frowned at the door in front of her. As far as she remembered, there was no door here, least of all the door to the library. But there it was. A door. Right across from the entrance to the quarters she shared with her husband. And it looked just like the entrance to the library on the fourth floor.

While Hermione was still hesitating in the middle of the corridor, frowning, Crookshanks suffered from no such compunctions. He went straight for the door and started scratching at the age-darkened oak-wood.

Hermione’s frown deepened.

Although she knew that Crookshanks would be perfectly behaved, she still wasn’t sure how she felt about her cat being allowed to accompany her into the library. It was by special dispensation from Headmistress McGonagall and— to Hermione’s shock and surprise—librarian Irma Pince that Crooks was permitted to stay with her all the time, even when she was working in the Restricted Section.

While Hermione had long since abandoned the notion that cats didn’t belong in beds, she used to have higher standards where libraries were concerned. And then there was the acute awareness that she was being singled out, that allowances were made for her…her handicaps. Her Gryffindor stubbornness rebelled against that kind of royal treatment. Yet somehow she couldn’t bring herself to argue against it in this case. Because she was grateful to have Crookshanks with her. He had helped her out of more than one tight spot in the last months, when being wandless in a magic castle had ended with her—She swallowed hard. Locked in.

With the countless secret rooms and passages of Hogwarts, that happened to everyone on a semi-regular basis. Even teachers got lost now and again. Of course they were not found in a nearly catatonic state when someone finally came to set them free. The magical signature of a teacher’s wand would open nearly all doors, gates, entrances, exits, and passageways in the castle.

Hermione scowled at the door.

The castle was trying to be nice. It was a long way to the fourth floor and the library, and the stack of books she had retrieved from her study was heavy when you couldn’t float it with a spell. And it was only one of three stacks she had to return to the library.

She sighed deeply. Not that she wasn’t grateful to the castle, but every time it went out of its way to make things easier for her, she wondered if she still belonged here at all. She bit down on her lip.

Think of Sunday, she told herself firmly. She’d dragged Severus outside and right up to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to look at the daffodil meadow she’d discovered only a few days ago. Joy and happiness. They had embraced and kissed, and she had sworn to him that they would be just fine.

One day, she amended with another sigh. Can’t expect no miracles.

Somehow that qualification had been easier to bear outside, in Severus’ arms, and in the bright spring sunshine. Today, weighed down by Tuesday doldrums and her books, being mollycoddled by the castle like the magically challenged person she was, her optimism wavered.

Crookshanks meowed expectantly and scratched at the door again.

“Yes, Crooks, you’re right. I’m coming, I’m coming.” Hermione gripped the door handle. “Thank you, Hogwarts,” she said softly. Chewing on her lower lip once more, she quickly glanced down the corridors to reassure herself that she was unobserved. Then she leant against the wood and pressed a quick kiss on it.

The door swung open and revealed a spiral staircase. As soon as she set foot on the first step, it began to move, slowly rising higher and higher, just like the staircase that led to the office of the headmistress. Hermione smiled. This was certainly much more convenient than braving the volatile staircases at the centre of Hogwarts. They had a mind of their own, a nasty sense of humour, and they didn’t seem to care much for the plights of a wandless inhabitant of the castle.

Hermione shifted the weight of the books in her arms and mentally reviewed her to-do-list for the day. First, return the books I’ve taken down to our quarters over the weekend. Second, check the ledger with the fines. Third, continue dusting the shelves in the Restricted Section…

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In a pretty, half-timbered townhouse in Fore Close, Ron Weasley put down the Daily Prophet with a disgusted THWAP!

Lois looked up from her task of spooning banana mush into Kuno’s mouth. She tried to ignore the fact that Winky was already done with Hugo, and that neither boy nor house-elf looked any worse for wear—while Kuno’s enthusiasm for his food had left traces of mush spread over his face, his bib, and his mother’s blouse.

“Can you believe it?” Ron asked, the tips of his ears reddening with outrage. “Cornelius Fudge is running for president of the EMU! As if he didn’t cause enough harm as Chairman of the OHMM.”

“Hmm?” Lois asked, distracted by Kuno’s waving little fists. At the last moment she managed to snatch the bowl away from him. “Oh, all right,” she groaned. “Winky, would you take over, please?”

The house-elf beamed. A snap of her fingers, and both Lois and her son were clean. Winky picked up the spoon, and Kuno squealed merrily.

Lois shook her head and turned to Ron. “What’s up with the European Magical Union?” she asked. “And that Fudge, isn’t he the chairman of the Office for Harmonious Magical Markets who was giving you and George so much trouble last year?”

Ron growled deep in his throat, and the figures in the wizarding photograph on the first page of the Daily Prophet recoiled with fear.

“Exactly. And now that git is running for President!” Ron scowled at the paper. “Mark my words,” he announced, sounding just like his father. “Nothing good will come of that.”

10 Responses to The Book of the Dead: Chapter 1-10

  1. Wendi says:

    I read all of the first story and loved it and I need more soon please

  2. karendetroit says:

    I though I’d read a lot more of Book of the Dead on fanfic.net…It was a pleasure to reread Apprentice and Necromancer in complete format…it was too hard to keep rack of the plotlines in serial form!

    • JunoMagic says:

      I haven’t posted everything there is over here yet because it’s possible that I still have to change some of the details of the first draft that’s being posted over on FFNet. What with real life ™ interfering so much with my creativity in the past two years, it’s been hard to keep track of all the details in this WIP …

      Thank you for still remembering me and my stories!

  3. Chaer says:

    I just wanted to let you know I’m really enjoying your stories. So far I’ve read The Apprentice and the Necromancer, these chapters you’ve got up of Book of the Dead, and a couple of your smaller pieces (the one where Rose and Hugo arrange the luncheon with Hermione and Severus only to find out they are the family they’ve been missing, and the one in which Hermione talks to the Severus’s painting).

    I was devastated when you killed Draco in the Apprentice and the Necromancer, because I really love the way you’ve characterized him, along with Harry and Severus. I feel like those are probably three of the most difficult characters to write in the HP fandom, and you’ve made me believe that this is what they could become. I really enjoy the way you turned Harry into an adult, but didn’t forget that he can say things without thinking, or that his ‘saving-people-thing’ is as much of a fault as a good point in his character.

    I could wax a long time on your characterization of Severus and the dynamic between him and Hermione, but I feel like I’d just end up quoting half your own work back at you. XD I will say that SS/HG isn’t one of my main go to pairings, but that you’ve made me consider searching out fics with this particular pairing more regularly just from the wonderful tension and devotion you’ve created between them without overlooking their past attachments.

    All of the subplots, pairings, and your fabulous OCs make me want to find out more about the version of the HP world you’ve created.

    I love the Abhorsen trilogy and the HP series, so the way you’ve combined them here, bringing in concepts without trying to include all aspects of Nix’s world is brilliant.

    • JunoMagic says:

      Thank you for reading, and even more for taking the time to leave such kind and thoughtful comments! You’ve spotted one of the things that I enjoyed most about writing Apprentice and BoD: allowing the characters to grow. Simply to grow up, but also to grow as persons … to mature, to change for the better (or the worse), or in some respects not to change. I really hope that life lets me get back to BoD soon. Though given how it’s come along in fits and starts so far, it will be a lot of work to consolidate what there is so far and continue the story. One day …

  4. Kelly says:

    I just read the Apprentice and the Necromancer, I loved it! And now I can’t wait to see what happens and if they ever fully heal! I would prefer to read it on this site since it seems to have more details, but I may have to go to fanfiction.net to get my fix for now 😉

  5. Mykala says:

    I’ve read so much of your work and my tired eyes are proof of it. Your attention to detail is absolutely amazing.

  6. Pat says:

    I’ve been in a mood for fic the past few weeks. Revisiting some of my favorite fandoms has given me such a good sense of inner peace. I haven’t completely re-read all you’ve written, but it’s my holiday weekend project.

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