Hellfire in New York

Hellfire in New York

Chapter 23: The Black King's Bargain

Harry was rather the worse for wear the next morning, and was less than pleased to be dragged down to breakfast by a cheerfully determined Ron. Fortunately, Marie was waiting by the cafeteria door with a tray on which were two empty glasses and a third holding a clear, sparkling liquid.

"Here you go, sugah!" she told Harry. "Pick-Me-Up Potion, freshly made to Professor Snape's secret recipe. Wolverine tol' me you'd be needin' some; Sirius an' Remus already had theirs."

"Does it have to fizz so loudly?" Harry asked crossly, taking the proffered glass. He drained it in one, and immediately felt a great deal better, which was a good job, as Wolverine passed by their table shortly afterwards and paused to announce, "Danger Room, thirty minutes!"

"Oh, Jupiter!" groaned Ginny. "After yesterday?"

"Damn right!" growled the Canadian. "How long'd it take you ta put Bellatrix down? I'd a done it in thirty seconds!"

Ginny used a naughty word, earning a light cuff across the head as Logan stalked off. The gruff Canadian knew perfectly well that Molly Weasley disapproved of her daughter using such language!

"Honestly," she hissed. "I don't believe that bloke!"

"He can get a bit much, sometimes," Ron admitted, "but it's because he wants us all to be as good as we can be. It's his way of keeping us safe.

"Anyway, kid, you needn't worry. He thinks the world of you."

"He does?" Ginny asked, bemused.

"Definitely," Hermione told her. "You, Ginny, are one of only two students Logan's ever had who got through their first Danger Room session without being sick!"

"The other was Shiro," Ron put in. "And he's been doing martial arts since he could walk."

"Is that true?" Ginny asked Harry, who nodded.

"Ron and I both puked the first few times," he said. "And as for Hermione...!"

"I threw up every day for a week-and-a-half," Hermione recalled, wincing at the memory. "I was expecting to bring up my toenails, never mind my knickers! At one point, I think poor Kitty was wondering if I was preggers."

They all laughed at that, then finished their breakfasts and went off to change.

*****

Midway through the morning, a large, sleek, black car drew up outside the mansion. As Scott appeared in the portico, the driver, Ralph Cole, opened the rear door and two people alighted. Both were clad in dark business suits. One was Sebastian Shaw; the other was Bellatrix Lestrange, who looked oddly comfortable in her Muggle clothing. Scott escorted them both to Xavier's study, where the Professors Xavier and McGonagall were waiting, along with Lilandra, Tonks and Sirius.

Greetings were brief and formal, then Tonks said to Bellatrix, "Mrs Lestrange, I've spoken with the Minister, and he has agreed to acknowledge Mr Grimslade's right to grant you asylum; however, he has passed a Summary Decree of Perpetual Exile on you. If you return to Great Britain at any time, you will be arrested and conveyed to Azkaban for life, without trial or parole.

"In consideration of that fact, and of the fact that your husband is currently serving a life sentence, as well as your help in defeating Selene, the Wizengamot is prepared to consider and possibly grant a Decree of Annulment of your marriage."

Sirius stepped forward. "Bella, as your nearest and only free relative, I can be authorised to present your petition. Will you authorise me to do that?"

Bellatrix nodded. "I know you to be a man of honour, Sirius, even if your principles deviate from the ones our family held dear. I appoint you as my representative."

She opened a briefcase and handed Sirius several rolls of parchment. "The documents for the Wizengamot, and an authorisation for Gringotts to transfer my funds to their New York branch in Radik Alley - if, that is, young Weasley hasn't already seized them!"

Sirius accepted the documents and turned to leave, but Shaw raised a hand. "Mr Black, I'd prefer you to remain and witness what I have to say, along with Professor McGonagall. If Miss Tonks wishes to stay, I have no objections."

Sirius and McGonagall both nodded, and Sirius sat down again. Filled with curiosity, Tonks also stayed where she was. Shaw settled himself back in his chair and began.

"First of all, Charles, Scott, I would like to express my thanks for your intervention in this business. I'm afraid I was taken for a ride by Selene. You know my agenda and methods, and how atypical of them the Club's recent activities have been. I'm afraid I'm in the rather ironic position of owing the X-Men a considerable debt, but we'll talk about this later.

"Right now, I'm disappointed not to see Harry Potter and his friends here. I'd wanted to tell them that the offer I tried to make though Hermione Granger still stands. Mr Black, have you any idea how they might feel about that?"

Sirius shrugged. "Hermione told Harry and the others about it. They fell about laughing! I think you'll have to look elsewhere for your Red Suite, Mr Shaw."

Shaw gave a rueful grin. "Figured as much. Pity. They're as clever and feisty a bunch young people as I've seen in a long time. But while we're on the subject, Charles, I'd like to ask you to reconsider your refusal to become White King. If you were to join forces with me, and Emma resumed her position as White Queen, the possibilities are limitless."

"They are, indeed," Xavier replied, "but not the right ones, Sebastian. I'm afraid your shortcuts will lead to resentment and hatred of Mutants, rather than acceptance. I'll continue the slow way, I think.

"However, I do have a proposal which we can work together on. One of the reasons for making contact with the wizarding world was my discovery that, for centuries, wizards have lived parallel to the ordinary world. They have done so in almost complete secrecy, and with only occasional conflict.

"Now, while such a total solution is not possible for Mutants - our existence is too well known - there is perhaps a glimmer of hope here. If we could somehow create a community or communities of Mutants, remote and separate from Muggles, it would provide a refuge for those of our kind who don't relish either conflict or activism. If we promised to remain in these communities, it would perhaps relieve the government of the pressure they feel to act on the so-called 'Mutant issue' in ways that many of them feel are unconstitutional.

"But in order to achieve this, we need contacts, influence. I carry a good deal of weight in the scientific community, as you know - so does Professor McCoy. But this project requires more. It needs both political and, sad to say, corporate backing - the kind of backing you can find for us, Sebastian."

Shaw was grinning, now. "It seems we're not so far apart in our thinking at that, Charles! When the Club tries to contact neo-Mutants and their families, we often find that all many of them want is somewhere safe and quiet to live their lives. I'm not so inhumane or ambitious that I can't sympathize with them. I'll admit, though, your idea is a bold one.

"Well now, here it is. I came here to say that, out of gratitude for your help, if there was anything I could do for you, I would. It seems that here's a way we can help each other without having to abandon our respective agendas. Any thoughts, Bella?"

Bellatrix shrugged. "I'm still not completely informed about the whole Muggle-Mutant issue, Sebastian. I'm also still not convinced that Muggles deserve equal treatment with wizards - or Mutants for that matter. But keeping our worlds separate has allowed wizards to thrive, so Professor Xavier's plan could achieve the same for Mutants. It's worth a try, at the very least." She smiled at Xavier. "You understand, Professor, I've nothing against Mutants, despite their role in my Dark Lord's fall. Sebastian has shown me that Voldemort's time had come and gone, something I should have realised when Magneto dealt with him so easily. As Black Queen, I am now in a position to further the cause of both our communities - in my own way, of course!"

"Of course." Xavier's smile was ironic, but not discourteously so. "Well, Sebastian, if we are agreed, at least on the general principle of my proposal, I think we should begin to work separately on the details, then perhaps meet again in a few days to discuss them."

"Sounds good," Shaw agreed. "I'll be in touch."

He rose, and the two men shook hands. As he and Bellatrix prepared to leave, she turned to her cousin. "Sirius, next time you're over here, do get in touch. We can, er, do lunch?"

Sirius made a non-committal grunt, but his expression told Scott he was mildly intrigued by the idea. Well, thought Cyclops, they are family!

****

The day passed pleasantly enough after that. Freed from the rigours of the Danger Room, the young people enjoyed a convivial lunch before setting out to make the most of the long, summer afternoon.

Harry, with Ginny's cheerful blessing, went for a walk on the grounds with Kitty. They talked for quite a while. Harry learned that Kitty and Peter planned to leave Xavier's the next year. "We'll always be X-Men if we're needed," she told him, "but Petey and I both have powers that are easy to hide; we look normal. We want to give normal life a try again, maybe settle down, get married, have a couple kids. What about you and Ginny?"

Harry shrugged. "It's going to take a while to make my house at Godric's Hollow liveable again. I've got Auror training, and Ginny has her NEWTs to take. But we're planning to live together when Ginny leaves Hogwarts.

"About marriage and the rest, I don't know. Ron and Hermione plan to get handfasted after training, but Ginny and I.... She's still cross with me for not becoming a professional Quidditch player and for stopping Ron being one, though it was his decision. He's wanted to be an Auror as long as I have. Hermione was the one who couldn't decide. Ginny reckons I'm wasting the best talent that anyone's seen for decades, and it's criminal!

"Anyway, she's joining a Quidditch team after school. She'll get an offer; she's a Hell of a Chaser. But she says she wants to make her mark as Ginny Weasley before she becomes Mrs Harry Potter, Mrs Man Who Won style of thing. I don't blame her, and it might just give people time to forget about me, as well. I won't mind being married to a celebrity, but I never wanted to be one!"

They walked and talked some more, then indulged themselves in an affectionate but chaste cuddle, because they would always be special to each other. Somewhere else on the grounds, Harry knew, Ginny and Peter would be doing the same.

After a while, they came to the veranda, where a group of their friends were sitting chatting. As Harry and Kitty approached, so did a large black and white cat. This stray had made its way onto the grounds some months ago, and had promptly been adopted by the students, who called it 'Fizzwidget' for no readily apparent reason. Now, Fizzwidget settled in a sunny spot on the lawn and began, with typical feline insouciance, to wash himself in those hard-to-reach places, a rear leg extended inelegantly above one ear.

After a while, Sam said thoughtfully, "I wish I could do that."

"Well," Ron told him, "if you give him a sardine, he might let you. Works for me with 'Mione and chocolates."

"Ron!" squeaked Hermione, scarlet to the ears.

"Oh, that's just wrong!" said Marie, dissolving into giggles.

Ron assumed an expression of injured innocence. "What I meant," he protested, "was that if I want Hermione to let me do something - go to a Quidditch match or pop out for a swift half with the lads - I bribe her with chockies. Sweet Medea, you're a dirty-minded shower!"

"Ron Weasley!" cried Dani. "If 'Berto busts his stitches laughing and ends up back in sickbay, I'm gonna kill you!"

It was that sort of day.

*****

The sun had set, and Remus Lupin had retreated to his room. Tonight would be the first night of the full Moon, and it would rise in an hour or so. Marie had brought his potion to him that afternoon. It had tasted slightly different from usual, less bitter and harsh. Remus suspected that Severus Snape had never given consideration to the issue of palatability, whereas the kind-hearted Marie would probably add something to ameliorate, if not improve, the flavour. Now all Remus had to do was wait.

He sat quietly reading a Muggle novel that concerned the adventures of a dim-witted wizard and a clueless 'tourist' on a disc-shaped world. It was a comical piece, full of a mix of broad humour and clever irony, and Remus was grinning as he read. Oddly, he did not have the restless feeling that usually came on him at such times. Nevertheless, he tensed at the gentle knock on his door.

His nervous state did not improve when, in answer to his call, Emma Frost stepped into the room and, without invitation, sat down opposite him. She was wearing a light summer dress in white, and her hair hung loose to her shoulders. She dazzled him and scared him at the same time.

"You can't stay long," he told her. "You'll have to be gone before the Moon rises. Apart from anything else, I'll have to undress!"

"I wouldn't mind staying for that," she replied with a grin, then turned serious. "I came here because I thought you might be interested to know what Moira and I found out from our studies of Fenrir's body."

Remus leaned forward, even as he realised he was probably grasping at straws. Emma went on.

"The first mistake was a natural one. Folklore traditions make the werewolf a close associate of the vampire, so we assumed the two syndromes would have a lot in common. We were wrong.

"A Muggle scientist, Dr Michael Morbius, did some extensive research on vampirism. Unfortunately, his experiments went wrong, with tragic consequences, but his findings remain valid. Vampirism is caused by a microorganism that infects the bloodstream and nervous system of the victim, including the brain. Once introduced into the victim, it brings about a cataleptic state that lasts for thirty-six hours. During that time, it spreads throughout the body, causing certain physical changes, including increased strength, lethal photosensitivity, hydrophobia - a fear of water - and severe allergies to garlic and silver. It also causes metabolic changes that require the sufferer to ingest large quantities of fresh blood to survive. Finally, it induces a deep-seated psychosis that manifests as a predatory mindset coupled with a deep fear of religious symbols.

"The condition is manageable, as evidenced in at least three cases. A vampire calling himself Lestat, for instance, insists on preying only on those he regards as evil. Another, Hannibal King, carries on a career as a private investigator. Then there's the unique case of Blade, the so-called Day-Walker.

"Moira and I assumed at first that lycanthropy was a similar affliction, but when we examined Fenrir, we found something else. Lycanthropy seems to be a virus. It locks onto your DNA - I'm sorry, Remus, do you know what DNA is?"

Remus nodded. "Sort of. Hank told me it's the stuff in our bodies that decides what we look like and whether we're wizards or Muggles or Mutants, and so forth. Go on, Emma."

"OK. Well, humans share a lot of our DNA with other creatures, you know. All mammals spring from the same stock, for instance, and the genetic difference between a wolf and a human is large, but not vast. What the lycanthrope virus does is lock onto human DNA and, at certain times, cause it to revert to a more primitive form by simply shutting down the more advanced parts."

"But why is this triggered by the Moon?" Remus asked.

"Ah." Emma smiled. "That was where Morbius made his mistake, and where Moira and I didn't. Morbius didn't know about wizards and magic, you see. We called Hermione in, and she saw it right away. The vampire bacterium and lycanthrope virus may be microscopic, but they're as much magical creatures as dragons or hippogriffs!"

"Jupiter!" Remus gasped. "Don't tell Hagrid, he'll be making pets of them!"

"Who's Hagrid?" asked Emma, then, "Never mind. The point is, once she realized what was going on, Hermione was sure she could add something to the potion you take that will suppress the physical change as it does the mental one."

"How soon?" Remus gasped.

"Oh, she's already done it." Emma pointed behind Remus. "Look out the window, hon."

Remus jumped from his chair and spun round. The full Moon shone through his window, bathing him in silver. He looked down at himself - he was still human, still himself! He turned again.

"Emma, you took an awful risk coming here," he stammered. "It might not have worked!"

She stood too, smiling. "How often, Remus, does Hermione Granger get things wrong?" she asked. "Besides, I'm a telepath. I could control you as man, as wolf, even as werewolf if I had to. So, Remus, what will you do now?"

Remus faltered, elated and shocked. It was a lot to take in. "I think I'll take a walk in the moonlight," he said finally. "Will that be safe?"

Emma nodded, and they went out of the room. Just as she was about to turn towards her own quarters, Remus said, "Emma, come with me. I've never walked in the moonlight with a woman." He laughed. "Or anyone!"

He offered her his arm, but didn't object when she took his hand instead. He was too busy thinking about the world outside, a world with no limits for him any longer.

*****

Harry was sitting on a grassy bank in the moonlight, Ginny snuggled firmly under one arm. Not far away, Ron and Hermione were in a similar position, as were Bill and Tonks, Scott and Fleur, and Sirius and Ororo.

Scott was telling Fleur, "I know, hon, but it's the way I'm made, I guess. I do things by the book, like Hermione there."

"It gives you a structure," Hermione put in, "helps you make sense of things. I need that, unlike this anarchist here." She gave Ron a squeeze. "He just glances at the book, then chucks the thing through the nearest window and does what he likes!"

"Good for Ron!" remarked Tonks. "Mind, Harry and Sirius are the same."

"No, they aren't," Ororo pointed out, "and neither is Logan, though it seems that way to you, Scott. You follow rules, Ron and Tonks here follow their guts, but Sirius and Harry have a code. It's not a code anyone gave them; it's something they accept for themselves, and they don't expect it to apply to everyone."

"Glad you told me that, darling." Sirius kissed her lightly. "'Cos I never knew! Do you have a code, Harry?"

For a moment, Harry was at a loss, then something sprang into his mind. It was as if a sparkling shard of someone else's memory had tumbled into his own. He saw a campfire and a grizzled veteran sitting across from him, talking. He had a feeling that something had been taken from him, something precious, and he wanted it back, would get it back if it took him all his life.

Without thinking, Harry spoke aloud, "Never violate a woman, nor harm a child. Do not lie, cheat or steal. These things are for lesser men. Never surrender to an enemy, either fight or run away. Protect the weak against the evil strong. Never allow thoughts of gain to lead you into the pursuit of evil. It is not enough to say, 'I will not be evil.' Evil must be fought wherever it is found."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Where did that come from?"

"Dunno," Harry answered, frowning. "Seems like I've always known it. Feels right though."

There was a silence. Nestled against Harry, Ginny tried not to sigh. Evil must be fought wherever it is found, she thought. He'll do that, my Harry, he'll seek out evil and fight it all his life. It wasn't that she disagreed with the sentiment - she herself had fought evil fiercely, and would again if she had to. But Harry had sacrificed his childhood and his teenage years to that fight. Surely, it must be someone else's turn? Surely, he'd earned a respite, a chance to be himself, not the cold, driven warrior she respected and - be honest, Ginny - feared so much?

She thought about the letter from Oliver Wood that was hidden among her clothes - the one where the former Gryffindor captain begged her to use any influence she might have with Harry to get him to sign up for his team. 'He can have anything he wants, all the Galleons he can carry, a flat, a mansion, my girlfriend and the manager's wife and daughter!' Oliver had written. Ginny had hoped that the previous day's battle would have convinced Harry that it was time to stop going out looking for trouble. She'd hoped to catch him in such a mood and show him the letter, persuade him to follow what she truly believed was his proper career. No chance, she thought now, but he's mine. I love him, and I'll stay right by him until he does realise who he really is!

That settled in her mind, she reached up, pulled Harry's head down, and kissed him for a long time. When they surfaced, Sirius murmured, "Look!"

Two figures were strolling across the lawn, hand-in-hand, heads close together. One was Emma Frost - the other was Remus Lupin! Remus? Outside and human under a full Moon?

Harry gaped until Hermione said with satisfaction, "It worked, then!"

"Of course, it did," Ron told her. "With you and Rogue on the case, it wouldn't dare not work!"

Hermione promptly pounced on him, and they rolled around on the grass, tussling playfully and giggling.

As Harry watched, Remus and Emma paused, speaking softly. Remus reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Fatal mistake, thought Harry, warmth flooding through him. The old 'hair in the face' trick -that's how Ginny nobbled me! And sure enough, Emma captured Remus' hand, holding it to her cheek. He stepped closer, and two forms merged into one as her arms came round his neck and their lips finally met.

Harry felt mellower than ever before, here among his friends, his loved ones. Ginny was warm, soft and strong against him. He found himself humming a tune, to which Sirius reacted with a surprised look.

"Where did you learn that, Harry?"

"Something else I think I've always known," Harry replied. "My aunt used to hum it, sometimes, when she was in a good mood."

"Hmm...." Sirius suddenly looked sad. "Lily used to sing it all the time. She'd sing you to sleep with it when you were tiny. I always thought it was odd for her, because it's a Muggle soldier's song, but she told me it had been in her family for generations. Apparently one of her ancestors was a famous soldier in the - what did she call it? - Napoleonic Wars. A rifleman, she said he was. I had her write the words down for me once. I may still have them at home."

"Do you remember any of it?" Harry asked eagerly. Any link with his parents was a precious thing to him.

"Only one verse," Sirius admitted, "but an appropriate one, given what's gone on the last few days."

He began to sing softly, and as his mellow tenor drifted across the grounds, Harry felt fully contented and at one with himself and his world.

When Evil stalks upon the land

I'll neither stop nor stay my hand

But fight to win a better day

Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main

Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain

King George commands and we obey

Over the hills and far away

END

Afterword

Harry, Hermione and Ron qualified as Aurors in the Autumn of 1998. Hermione and Ron were handfasted the following Spring. They have two children, Harry Arthur (b. 2004) and Danielle Molly (b. 2007). Hermione is now Magical Enforcement's Chief CSI (Curse Scene Investigator), while Ron is Head of Intelligence. They live in a converted barn across a field from Harry's house at Godric's Hollow. Charm and Hunter are still reserve X-Men and also reserve members of UK-based Mutant team X-Calibur.

Ginny left Hogwarts in Summer 1998, and joined the Chudley Cannons as a Chaser. She moved into Godric's Hollow with Harry. The two parted in 2005. Ginny moved to London, subsequently dating several Quidditch players. In 2007, during an unexpected trip to the US, Ginny rekindled her relationship with Peter Rasputin - Colossus. They were married in 2008 and have a son, Charles Arthur (b. 2009). Ginny now teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, as well as training and managing the only all-Mutant Quidditch team in the world. As Firebird, she leads the X-Men's Red Team.

Harry remained at Godric's Hollow. After a brief fling with Danielle Moonstar, he dated Cho Chang. In 2007, he brought Kitty Pryde home with him from San Cristoval, Nevada, and the two were handfasted a month later. They have three children, Sirius Logan (b. 2008), Ororo Hermione (b. 2010), and Ronald Albus (b. 2012). Harry is currently a Supervising Field Auror, head of the Walpurgis Task Force, and has dinner occasionally with Draco Malfoy to compare notes. Kitty is a teacher at Emma Frost's Academy for Special Children. Under the codenames Hawk and Shadowcat, they are on the reserve rosters of both the X-Men and X-Calibur.

Neville Longbottom and Lavender Brown were handfasted within a month of leaving school. They have two daughters and a son, and run their own herbalist business, called "Longbottom's Leaves".

Arthur and Molly Weasley still live at The Burrow with Fred, Parvati, George and Padma Weasley and their ten children. The place is complete chaos, and the happiest, most loving home in the world!

Bill Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks were handfasted in 2001. They have four children.

Ororo Monroe and Sirius Black were handfasted in the Spring of 1998. They have a son, James Remus (b. 2000). Ororo is now an Auror. Sirius works for the Ministry. Storm and Padfoot are reserve X-Men.

Dr Emma Frost left Xavier's for London in 2005, where she founded the Academy for Special Children (Mutants) and the UK's own Mutant force, X-Calibur. Emma and Remus Lupin have continued their relationship. Remus now heads the Ministry of Magic's Werewolf Squad.

Bob and Marie Drake also came to England with Dr Frost. Their daughter, Crystal Lavender, was born there in 2007, on the same day as Danielle Weasley. Rogue and Iceman are the team leaders of X-Calibur.

Sam and Rahne Guthrie run a motel in San Cristoval. They have two children.

Danielle Moonstar and Roberto DaCosta remain attached to each other in an open relationship. Both are still active X-Men and both teach at Xavier's.

Alison Blair left Xavier's to pursue a career in music. She and Seamus Finnigan parted amicably in 2004. Seamus is now engaged to Daphne Greengrass.

Beast, Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Banshee, Havok and Polaris continue as faculty at Xavier's. Sunfire remains a reserve X-Man, but works for the Japanese military. His main responsibilities are the containment and occasional capture of escapees from Monster Island.

Charles Xavier is semi-retired. Scott Summers runs the School for Gifted Youngsters. Scott and Fleur Delacour are still together.

Erik Lensherr became President of the Mutant Republic of Genosha. Raven Darkholme leads the Brotherhood of Mutants and continues her terrorist activities.

Bellatrix Lestrange remained in New York as Black Queen. In 1997, she petitioned the Wizengamot for annulment of her unconsummated marriage to Rodolphus Lestrange. This was granted, and Bella married Sebastian Shaw in a private ceremony later that year. Oddly enough, he never cheats on her, or she on him!

Harry was to encounter Dante again when, in 2005, the maverick Auror and the dashing demon-hunter joined forces with Dani Moonstar (Mirage of the X-Men), archaeologist Lady Lara Croft, art expert Robert Langdon, the Immortal mercenary Duncan MacLeod, and the enigmatic alien known as 'the Doctor' to form the 21^st Century's first League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. The current whereabouts of Dante are unknown. He is believed to have returned to Vie de Marlie.

Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge the following, without whose help the task of chronicling these adventures would not have been possible.

Scott Summers, Acting Principal of the School for Gifted Youngsters, for permission to examine the files of Cerebro.

Minister of Magic Ernest MacMillan for permission to research in the Ministry Archives, and Chief Archivist Penelope Clearwater for her invaluable assistance.

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall for permission to examine school records at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

The following works have also been invaluable sources:

The Boy Who Lived: The Authorised Biography of Harry Potter by Penelope Clearwater.

The Maverick Who Won: The Unofficial Biography of Harry Potter by Rita Skeeter.

Our Harry - An Intimate Portrait of Harry Potter by Katherine Pryde Potter with Hermione Weasley and Ginevra Rasputin

There's a Thestral Licking Your T-shirt: The Unofficial Autobiography of Ron Weasley by Ron Weasley

A Handbook of Forensic Wizardry by Hermione Weasley

Huntress of Two Worlds; The Memoirs of an X-Man and Auror by Ororo Monroe Black

Potions for the Muggle-Fingered by Marie D'Ancanto Drake