Harry Potter and the Descendant Covenant

Chapter 1

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.