A/N: Sorry about yet another fic. I spent the weekend resting at a cousins house and hiding from my packing, and his girlfriends kids are obsessed with the Warriors series (I only read the first one, I need to read it again and then the next ones, but yeah). This grew in my brain like a fungus, so here you go.
Q&A will be at the top of each chapter.
Shadows and Secrets
By: WizardsGirl
Prologue
The Department of Mysteries was a dangerous place, with many magical objects and enchanted items everywhere you looked. As such, there was a reason only those who were qualified were allowed there, the Unspeakablesā¦
Of course, just because you're qualified, doesn't mean accidents can't happen.
"What in Merlin's name is this doing here?" one unsuspecting Unspeakable demanded as his bright green eyes stared at the stuffed cat toy sitting on his Desk. His partner snickered, honey-brown eyes amused as she watched him poke the innocent-looking plushy with his letter-opener.
"Oh, lighten up, Harry," she admonished him, smiling faintly. "It looks like Ginny hasn't given up on snagging you yet." The black-haired Unspeakable sent his long-time best friend a dirty look.
"Shut up, Hermione," he complained, making her laugh some more. Finally, reluctantly, he picked the stuffed cat up with his gloved left hand, his right hand usually left bare as that was his wand hand, and it rarely, if ever, came in contact with anything that could harm it. The toy was rather realistic, a calico colored kitten with green eyes and slit pupils. All it lacked was the animation spells Wizarding toymakers usually applied to their creations. No, this seemed to be just a simple, Muggle toy. With that thought in mind, Harry lifted it closer to his uncovered green eyes (glasses were a hazard in a field where a moments hesitation to adjust them could mean an explosion of some kind. The Head Unspeakable had fixed his vision within the first three hours of him being hired.).
"You know," He said, moving to hold it with both hands, smiling slightly in amusement. "It's kind of cute-" Magic roared from the toy and enveloped the Unspeakable with gray-green light, before vanishing, the cat-toy falling to the ground and bouncing silently. Hermione cursed violently and lunged to her feet, smacking the Cursed Object Attack Alarm, and holding her wand on the plushy.
Hours of experimentation and research later, and they still weren't sure what the plushy was, exactly. And, after all that time, when a volunteer was finally allowed to touch it, nothing happened. It was just a normal plushy once more. The only reason they knew that Harry was still alive, was because his Statue, a small replica of Harry himself, hadn't broken. It had, however, transformed into a small cat, much to the horror and amusement of his colleagues. Hermione, as his partner and best friend, was given vigilance over his Statue, to watch for any change, and it sat on her desk, right between a picture of the Golden Trio in their First Year and a picture of the three of them fully grown, Hermione and Harry in their Unspeakable robes, and Ron in his Auror robes.
It sat there for many years, long after Hermione had died, being watched over by her descendants and their descendants, until the last of Magic left the world. And still, it didn't crumble.
A/N: There you go. YES I love the Unspeakable-Harry-has-an-accident fics, okay? Sue me (don't, please don't, I love you all, don't hurt meā¦)
ALSO I now live in Niles, Michigan~! Just finished moving while writing this fic (actually, the two chapters after this one, but those need to be beta-read and fiddled with...)
R&R!
