This is my first ever fan fiction, so have it easy on me.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

James Sirius Potter ran his hand through his hair for the hundredth time since he arrived at his new post, deep within the bowels of Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries itself. As a well trained Auror, heck, as a one of best Aurors in the corps, he was expected to serve in any place, at any time, in any given condition. He is a Potter, no one would expect nothing less from him.

But something in this large, dimly lit room was keeping him in the edge. Maybe it's the rippling black veil dominating the middle of the chamber, surrounded by ancient looking, crumbling stone archway.

Or maybe it's the pale straw coloured tendrils of mist that seems to flow through the veil...

The Veil of Death having been dormant ever since it's discovery, had started to show signs of activity yesterday.

Even though the whole thing haven't post and danger to the security, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has not been hesitated in posting a guard of 3 Aurors in site, mainly to show the Newfound cooperation among the various Departments within the Ministry. After all, no one can enter this deep into the Ministry without not been apprehended first.

His musing was disturbed by his partners question,

"When do you think they will pull us out of this boring guard duty?"

Elliott, even though his senior by at least 10 years knew that due to my father's connections within the Ministry, I was entitled to lot of inner information within the Ministry.

"I don't expect us to be here next week." I answered,

"News get old, People lose interest. they'll find us something else to do next week. " I answered, looking back at the Team of 11 Unspeakables observing the veil, their hoods obscuring the faces rendering anyone from identifying them.

"Perhaps a escort mission, I heard minister is planning a Ball before the election. " Michael said with a chuckle. Having joined the corps same year as me, Michael easily got excited for his 27 year old age.

But now my focus was elsewhere, realizing that the gabble of unspeakables now had an exciting edge to it.

Running towards the unspeakables, the first thing I realized after my arrival was the phantom wind that seems to circle the previously still air.

"What's happening? " asked Michael with a sense of awe, walking towards the stone dais that housed the archway.

"Someone or something is trying to cross the veil "answered one of unspeakable, disbelief clear in his voice.

With that answer, a sense of dread ran through my mind. I should have given more thoughts to my earlier gut feeling_only did then I saw our intruder come in.

Rolling through the Veil of Death was not anything I expected from a demon powerful enough to cross the threshold between living and everything that's not.

It looks something like a whirling giant ball of...rug.

Suddenly a dozen of strips of sackcloth came flying off the thing, twining in an instant around Michaels legs. Even as Michael raised his wand to utter a spell to free himself, the thing flung Michael with superhuman force.

These was a meaty sound of impact and suddenly the wall is coloured red with blood, gore and brain matter.

I've seen death before, but not terrible and swift and bloody as this.

Battle hardened Auror training kicked in, my wand arm was moving even before I tear my eyes off the remainings of my late friend.

Pointing my wand at the demon, I yelled one of my most powerful spells, "Confringo "...

Yellow colored curse for all it's destructive nature did nothing but flow around the thing, smashing and blowing pieces of stones off the floor.

Even as the unspeakables dashed towards the nearby stone columns for safety, three unspeakables unfortunate enough of been near the demon, was grabbed by it's tentacle like strips and flew off towards the wall to join late Michael.

Elliott's 'Reducto' curse, shot towards the thing with enough power to reduce anything of it's size to fine mist. but Upon the contact, the spell stream uselessly off it's surface.

And then it laughed.

Behind me, I heard some of unspeakables falling to their knees.

Beside me, I saw Elliotts wand falling off his fingers as he too went down on his knees, dejected.

I had let them down. They had trusted me with their lives and 4 of them has already fallen, lifeless.

I did not realize I was on my knees until a cold hand touched the back of my neck and families voice stated to me, "focus, James. Think of nothing but my voice"

Suddenly the world became much clearer, even though I had no idea when it got unclear.

Looking up at the unspeakable standing beside me, "what happened? "I asked dimly.

"Psychic assault " he said, looking back at the two unmoving colleagues of his, he continued, "a powerful one as well."

I barely had the time to comprehend what happened next, as the demon hustled towards me and

the familiar voiced unspeakable stepped in front of me, all the while raising his wand and suddenly a transparent dome of magic surrounded both of us.

The demon hammered upon the shield but the shield held, whatever demonic force the demon empowered against the shield seems to be repressed at the hand of casters power.

"It was foolish of you to attack us." Said the unspeakable calmly. "It was even more foolish of you to attack my son in front of me " with that said,

The unspeakable flicked his wand, sending a jet of golden light towards the attacker.

The spell impact upon the demon with a power of battering ram, Dust and scrap cloth flew out of the attacker.

For the first time during the fight, demon was wounded.

The power behind the curse was such that it threw away the Hood of unspeakable holding the wand, revealing raven black hair and familiar lightning bolt shaped scar.

"Dad?" I asked dumbly.

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