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Harry Potter and the Descendent Covenant

This story takes place in a world where Harry Potter declined to be a part of the Triwizard Tournament, which was eventually cancelled after the exposure of Barty Crouch jr’s impersonation of Mad-Eye Moody. We find our heroes at the beginning of their seventh and final year, wherein Voldemort has not returned, there has been no search for the Horcruxes, and life at Hogwarts has gone on without interruption from dark wizardry. Professor Snape has finally been granted his dream job as defence against the dark arts teacher and is running the most successful program since before Voldemort’s attempt to interview for the job. Albus Dumbledore is still alive, as is Cedric Diggory, and anyone else who died in the interim within the books after number 3.

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“I’m not doing it.”

“Come on Hermione.”

“I’ve told you Ron, I’m not stooping that low, you do it yourself and you like it.”

“How about we work together? The lesson is in quarter of an hour, we’ve got more chance of coming up with something if we all pitch in,” Harry suggested, sitting on the edge of one of the sofas in the Gryffindor common room, rubbing his hands back and forth quite nervously. It was never a good idea to skip out on doing homework at Hogwarts, least of all for Severus Snape.

“Exactly, Hermione, just show us what you’ve got and we can compare or something..” Ron urged, grabbing for the book held tightly in Hermione’s hands. The tome was pulled out of reach, and placed under a pile of other completely identical works in her schoolbag.

“I’m not the one who left it until the last minute, you knew what you had to do,” came the scold, Hermione wanted Ron to work for himself, and not to rely on everyone helping him out all the time. It was no use really though. She made eye contact with Harry, who had done a little work, enough to scrape by with a passing grade, who gave a wink, indicating he thought she should comply a little.

“Alright then! But Ronald, this is the absolute last time I’m putting my neck out for you. I’ll let you look at what I’ve got, but there’s no copying, you have to be able to perform the charm yourself, without my help.”

“See? That’s what it’s all about.”

Ron leaned over, and retrieved the homework parchment from Hermione’s bag, and dropped it loudly onto the wooden table in front of them. A large bang went out, disturbing some of the other students who were actually working in the common room. There was a lot of patience for the Weasley family within the Gryffindor halls, and so he was allowed leniency from his compatriots.

“What’s this even about?” he struggled, looking from page to page to page. Harry couldn’t help but laugh when Hermione snatched the book and found the relevant essay herself, slamming it back in front of Ron. He was stunned speechless.

“Disarming cursed artefacts, a practical precaution in dealing with dark arts relics…” Ron read, “so just tell me the spell, and I’ll work it out.”

Harry checked his watch, and stood up. It was time for the class. Hermione checked hers also, and leapt to her feet, picking the book back up, and then slotting it among her things. Ron was white as a sheet, worrying about what exactly Snape had in mind for an appropriate punishment. He really had left it too late this time. While the two others were walking toward the portrait to exit into the corridor, Ron remained, too scared to even move a muscle. Hermione turned and sighed audibly, she couldn’t really help but give him the answer.

“It’s Abesto Malum! Come on! We’re going to be late!” She pulled him out of the door, while he continued mouthing the words in repetition.

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“So this spell, it disarms all curses on magical artefacts?” Ron asked, brow furrowed.

“If you’d done the reading, you’d know it doesn’t. Abesto Malum only removes curses that are weak or ageing. A powerful curse, like one laid down by a truly dark wizard, requires specialised Aurors to banish. Sometimes if one is so well cast, it’s completely impossible to remove.”

“You’re such a know it all,” Ron teased. He liked watching Hermione get all frustrated with him, her face went a little red, and her eyebrows clenched together. For some reason he couldn’t look away when she was like that.

The three of them had made their way across the school, and were a few minutes from the Defence Against the Dark Arts classrooms when Harry stopped in his tracks. His companions turned, confused at his newfound slowness.

“Harry, we’re already going to be late!” Hermione yelled, getting rather bent out of shape, and drawing the gaze of Ron even more.

He turned around, and began to backtrack, patting the pockets of his robes, confused.

“Sorry, I thought I had my wand, but it’s gone. Must have fell out of my pocket at some point. You two go on ahead, there’s no cause for you to be late too, besides, I shouldn’t even turn up if I don’t have it, Snape would go spare,” Harry shrugged, already walking away, and not giving his friends the chance to argue.

Ron and Hermione kept on in one direction, and then Harry ran back in the other, hoping against hope he’d run into his wand along the way.

-

The staircases were unnerving when full of students, but when he was alone Harry found their effect was heightened. Vertigo inducing drops lay before him, as he waited for the stairs to readjust in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. They were taking their time, and he couldn’t understand what the reason was. They’d always been temperamental, but at that moment they were being down right stubborn.

“Hey Potter, looking for something?” came a voice from behind him, there was the attempt at malice laced within the words, but the dull monotone it was spoken in gave the sentiment of someone reaching further than their abilities.

He span around, coming face to face with Crabbe and Goyle, stood looking very threatening, and making their way towards him. Crabbe was the wider of the two, and Goyle the taller, but they both added up to trouble. Where they were, their leader, and Harry’s nemesis, Malfoy, wasn’t far behind.

In Crabbe’s pudgy fingers, was Harry’s wand! Being held up into the air, dangled, to demonstrate that they had something up their sleeves.

“Want this back do you?” Goyle laughed, drawing himself closer, in a very threatening manner.

Harry wasn’t sure what to do. He’d faced off against the pair of them time and time again, but he’d always had his wand to do the talking for him. When compared to their stocky and bulky frames, he didn’t look all that capable, and besides, both of them were armed, and he wasn’t. He relaxed for a moment, attempting diplomacy.

“Crabbe, I need that back, I’m already late for a lesson. How about we trade? You give me my wand back, and I’ll give you this…”

He held tantalisingly on that last syllable, opening his robe and showing that what lay within was what Crabbe was wanting. A chocolate frog was still encased within its packaging, and in the past had made the difference in an altercation with these two. It was immediately requisitioned, Goyle snatching it away, and Crabbe pushing him closer to the edge of the staircase, which still hadn’t moved. There was no time for this, he had to get to class!

“How much money does he have on him?” Crabbe asked, indicating Goyle was to investigate.

“Yeah, how much money do you have?” Goyle moved toward him, threatening violence. Harry backtracked, feeling more and more precarious.

“Nothing, I’ve got nothing.”

For some reason, Harry’s scar was staring to burn like crazy. It had only ever happened in the presence of Voldemort before, but in this moment Crabbe and Goyle were eliciting this very painful, and distracting response.

Apparently conscious of the fact that Harry was in some internal pain, the two of them started to get spooked, and hurried to retreat somewhere they wouldn’t be asked too many questions about Potter fainting in the corridor. Harry was holding on with all his might, but that wasn’t so for Crabbe and the stolen wand, which slipped through his fingers, and fell out into the open air.

One floor.

Two floors.

Three floors.

Then it clattered to a halt, on the floor of the dungeons. Not only was Harry late, but he was going to have to trek all the way down into the bowels of the school, and with his scar flaring up, it really wasn’t his day at all.

The pain started to go away as Crabbe and Goyle waddled away, but the throbbing didn’t actually stop until he finally reached the class, over twenty five minutes late.

-

“Late. Again. While your friends were loyal enough to insist you intended to attend my lesson today, I thought it prudent to deduct twenty points from Gryffindor there and then, seeing is believing in your case. I didn’t expect you to show your face after a period amounting to almost half of my time spent in this room already. Is it cheek Mr. Potter? Or are you trying to insult me?”

Snape was uncompromising at the best of times, but in this moment he seemed almost as if he’d been personally offended by Harry’s adventures in tardiness. There wasn’t much to do other than to absorb the verbal barrage and then to take a seat in the far corner of the classroom. While everyone else was working in groups, Harry was to be left alone to complete the assignment unassisted. He walked past Ron and Hermione, who were working to dehex the same magical objects as everyone else, a bracelet with a moulting spell attached to it, which had already claimed the hair on Neville Longbottom’s eyebrows.

“Since you feel your time is more valuable than that of your fellow students, you will be working alone, go into the storeroom and take out one of the objects on the tray second from the left, third row down.”

Harry did as he was bid, and entered the dark storeroom, finding the tray in the place he was instructed. Only sitting right in the centre was not a bracelet, but a necklace. It was rather beautiful, a golden pendant and interlocking snakehead lattices making up the string. In his hand it felt oddly light, and he brought it back while still observing it. There was something different about the necklace he couldn’t put his finger on. Of course, having already seen Neville’s unfortunate reaction at the hands of his magical object, Harry was careful to keep the thing wrapped in fabric while bringing it through.

“No Potter, I said the third row down,” Snape sneered, looking at Harry holding the necklace.

“But Professor Snape, this was on the third row down,” Harry answered, evening the score between them to a draw.

Snape took a cursory glance over his shoulder, and then shrugged.

“Individualism is apparently an idea close to your heart, I want the hex removed from this object in the next half an hour, and if you don’t manage, you’ll be wearing it for the rest of the day.” Snape smiled evilly, but noticed something off in the background. “No Longbottom, I’ve told you, don’t touch it with your bare skin!”

He moved off to assist Neville, who was losing more hair by the second. Harry looked down at the necklace, and carefully removed the fabric cover, preparing to utter the words of his spell.

“Abesto Malum!” he declared, pointing his wand at the necklace with purpose. There was no response. He repeated himself, “Abesto Malum! Abesto Malum”, to no avail. Snape must have given him a dud, he’d even done the homework and practiced the spell, probably trying to humiliate him. Absentmindedly, while attempting to try the spell again, Harry must have brushed the metal with his bare skin, because the necklace came alive in an instant.

He froze in terror, as it began to rise up, preparing to lunge, like a cobra. Before he could do anything, the necklace reared, and wrapped itself around his neck. The material was red hot to the touch, and instantly seared itself to his skin. His insides were burning, and his skin was itching like crazy. Harry fell to the floor, drawing the eye of everyone else in the class, as he began a very pronounced, and very public, transformation.
Based on an idea I got from :iconjeanette9a: this is a Harry Potter TG story, and will hopefully combine the characters we already know with some unforeseen and interesting situations.

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Kazumy Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2015
Whoa intense chapter, can't wait what will happen and how.
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jim-ruggeri Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey thanks so much!
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JordzillaTheThird Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Student Artist
i wanna read all of this : P
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jim-ruggeri Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Haha thanks! More on the way!
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JordzillaTheThird Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Student Artist
ive just read all of this now.....part 5 still awaiting : P
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AshK1980 Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2015
Nice start! 
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marssetta Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
What does TG stand for? I'd rather not read until I know, just in case, though I have read a few sentences, up to the part where Harry winks at Hermione, and it is good, and I'd like to continue, but the TG thing is eating up my brain with the need to know.
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jim-ruggeri Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
TG stands for transgender. The implication being someone is getting their gender changed in this story
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marssetta Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Can I ask who?
Though it's probably Harry. What pairings did you have in mind? if you don't mind my asking.
Mars
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jim-ruggeri Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
haha i feel like putting that stuff in the comments for the first chapter isn't the wisest decision
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marssetta Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
True. Can you at least tell me if it's Ron/Hermione? I've never really been partial to that pairing and I'd rather not read if it was. No offence.
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jim-ruggeri Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Ron and Hermione are in it, but the story isn't about them, they're just characters
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marssetta Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I meant the pairing.
Mars
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jim-ruggeri Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Ron and hermione are not the pairing
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Jeanette9a Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Professional General Artist
oh cliffhanger! i can't wait to see what happens next (please keep me updated on when the next chapter is out ). -^,^-
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wbender2467 Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It's already out! OO)
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Jeanette9a Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2015  Professional General Artist
my mail is a mess (we went on a 2 week trip and it's never been the same since) and have problems seeing what story is the ones i read or not, that why i like an update from you cuz i don't want to miss it.
 
(but i do get notified if you mention me in the description) -^,^-
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SparklyBlueRoses84 Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2015  Student General Artist
Harry Potter is love, Harry Potter is life
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