Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter franchise, nor am I making or seeking profit from this work Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts

Chapter 8 – A Missing Book

Hermione put down a book. She was in bed re-reading A History of the Dark Arts, Dumbledore, You-know-who and Harry Potter, by Hermione Granger-Potter. She was constantly making edits. The book was now in its 4th edition. With each new edition, Hermione sought to protect the privacy of her family. For obvious reasons, her book would stand out among all the books written about Voldemort. Harry wouldn't write about it. Not in the way Hermione did anyway. He had attempted several times to write an academic historical account of what happened. Each book, all of which were best sellers, were more memoirs than histories. People didn't mind though. For Harry, the events were still too personal. It had been a great help to Hermione to make an academic history of their school years. It was all very personal Hermione thought as she was reading her manuscript. Draco and Snape had provided detailed accounts of what had occurred. She still wasn't pleased with the book. Just as she put it down, Harry walked in.

"Still working on that thing?" Harry joked.

"Its important Harry. Future generations should know what sacrifices were made to keep our world the way it is." Hermione said as she looked over her glasses.

"I guess you are right," Harry said playfully. But the grin on his face would soon by wiped off.

"How was the Chamber?" Hermione asked. Harry got stern. The chamber had turned out to be the place of the final fight between Harry and Voldemort.

"It was fine. Same…Empty." Harry said, as he got ready for bed.

Harry couldn't sleep. He got up and started to pace. He wondered if Dumbledore had done the same when Voldemort was threatening to attack the entire wizarding world. He knew it was too early to worry over some name. He decided to wait until Ron and Luna got back to him.

The morning's affairs were quick to dispense. Another explosion had occurred, but this time in the Herbology Greenhouse. Harry knew kids were restless and the teachers had already given out detentions and he remember this hadn't deterred him or Fred and George. Of course, these kids had a long way to go before reaching the terror of his years at Hogwarts. Harry let the heads of the houses deal with these matters. It was a good delegation on his part. He hated punishing students anyway.

Harry was in his office going through more owls from parents and various Ministry Officials. Harry decided to ask Dumbledore and the other headmaster portraits for advice on keeping students in line. Many of the parents had been upset about the lack of punishment for the troublemakers.

Hermione had some trouble in class. Some students had accidentally transformed their cups into nifflers. Chaos broke put and it was lucky that Harry and Professor Spence were passing by and helped to correct the situation. It got a little worse as Victoria accidentally transformed one of the nifflers into a bunch of pixies. Students laughed as Hermione and Harry were particularly harassed by the pixies.

Students laughed at dinner when Harry and Hermione walked in looking upset. Harry had again left the punishments to the teachers. Hermione had been giggling like she was a student again since the event. Several of the pixies had managed pull Harry's beard and hair and the funny faces. Word passed around the school quicker than even Harry would have guessed.

Still, all things the same, Harry was happy that the students were happy. They were starting to get over the god-like idea they had of him. The Head Boy and Girl had commented that most students were laughing about it and probably would for weeks. Luckily, Peeves had been expelled by Snape so he wouldn't hear that taunting. He shuttered at the thought of all the students calling him Headmaster Pixie Pottyhead.

As Harry walked with Professors O'Connell and Cook discussing the curriculum for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione ran into them. She was panicking.

"Sorry Harry, my mind has gone insane. I can't find my book."

"What book?" Professor Cook asked.

"I've been putting together a history of the Rise and Fall and Voldemort. I've been working on it for years and now I can't find it."

"Really?" Cook said, "I'd love to get a look at that. I'm sure Binns would as well. There must be loads in there about history of the Dark Arts and I'd bet that it will be invaluable to stopping Dark Wizards in the future."

"That's the plan" Harry said.

"I think I may have filled into the library by mistake, who knows where it might have gone."

Harry thought for a second. "I'll see if I can round up Sir Nicholas, I'm sure he'd love to help you look for the book."

Later that night, Harry found an owl in Athena's beak from the library and Hermione.

Dear Harry,

So you don't worry, some of the teachers and I have decided to reorganize the library. It is in such a poor state. Several books are missing even from the Restricted Section! I'll owl Victoria and tell her to begin a search for a new librarian.

Love always,

Hermione

After he finished that letter, Flora, Luna and Ron's Owl Appeared in the window sill. It was written both of their handwriting.

Harry,

Hope the first few months have gone well. I'm sure you must be excited for the Holidays. You'll be staying at Hogwarts I imagine. Ron wonders if we might join you there, can't imagine too many students will stick around. Anyway, I've talked to our friends and they said nothing too unusual is planned for the Holidays.

Talk to you soon,

Luna

Harry,

Peru was fine. Nothing New. Talk to you soon.

Ron

Harry folded the letters with a sigh of relief. Another dead end he thought. A perfect way to end the night. He tapped the gold tray on his coffee table and hot cocoa appeared. He decided he'd drop by the library and check on Hermione and the other teachers. As if some instinct told him, he took out the Old Marauders' Map and checked to see if any students were out of bed. None were and he walked to the library to see if his busy body wife wasn't reorganizing the whole school.