And here it iss, chapter 2 of this story. This is all a result of my mind. Well aside from Harry Potter and Transformers, I don't own any of that stuff. Sadly enough most charcters aren't mine. Wish they were but they're not. So yeah all I own is the plot, the weirdness, the quirky stuff and anything you don't recognize or know to be there in the franchises of Harry Potter or Transformers.
Anyway enjoy this chappter.
Harry James Potter, officially Duke/Lord Harisson James Potter Black Gryffindor Slytherin Peverell, was by far an ordinary man. For one he was the most powerful wizard in existence since Merlin himself. And that was saying something as the previous most powerful wizards, since Merlin himself, were one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, one Gellert Grindewald aka The Dark Lord Grindewald and one Tom Marvolo Riddle aka The Dark Lord Voldemort.
Grindewald had been dealt with and imprisoned by Dumbledore in 1942, close to the end of WW2. He had been killed by Voldemort in 1997 when the deranged psychopath was looking for the rumored Elder wand.
Dumbledore had been killed in 1996 by Severus Snape. He had plotted and planned, meddled and interfered with many lives for many years. He had gotten Snape to kill him for he was already dying and his death by Snape's hand would cement the belief that Snape truly was a Death Eater. Voldemort had to belief that Snape was his loyal follower and killing Dumbledore would make sure there would be no doubt in the Dark Lord's mind.
Voldemort had been dealt with by Harry himself near the end of 1997.
Yet Harry did not get a chance to rest and recover.
Because for two years the magical society recovered from the war, rebuilding their world bit by bit. The entire ministry of magic was given a major overhaul. Or rather what was left of the Order of the Phoenix and the DA took control over the ministry with help of any loyal Auror still left.
A reluctant Kingsley Shacklebolt, with Harry's backing, enlisted the help of the former head of the DMLE; Madame Amelia Bones. Together they made sure that every single supporter and follower of Voldemort was rooted out and either sentenced to death, the kiss or life in Azkaban. It was a process that took many long hours of work and several equally long and tiring months.
Harry lead the remainder of the Defense Association and a few Auror's in the hunt for the Death Eaters and anyone who supported Voldemort. It was tiring work, mind dumbing and made him feel sick to his stomach. For there wasn't always a chance that the targets could be captured. Harry was forced, yet again to kill and each kill made him feel hollow and broken. He would have gladly captured the Death Eaters he was sent after but they resisted enough for him to need to put them down with force.
But once the ministry was completely clean of supporters, followers and corrupt people working for Voldemort, the ministry itself was given a major overhaul. Aurors were quickly wiped in shape and sent out to help rebuild Diagon Alley, Hogsmead and Hogwarts. Harry did his best to help, glad that he no longer needed to hunt and kill Death Eaters and like-minded people.
Every capable witch and wizard was enlisted and encouraged to help rebuild their world. And with Harry backing the ministry everyone was more than happy to help. After all Harry Potter had saved them all, had defeated the Dark Lord for them. And people should listen to the savior because he was truly light and good.
In reality Harry was more grey than light or dark. To him magic was magic and he didn't really care what he used as long as it was useful and didn't only cause pain and misery. Because of that belief, and him convincing many others off the same, many laws were either completely abolished or changed for the better.
He argued for equal rights for all magical being, whether they were humans or not. The Goblins were among the first to be included in the negotiations on equal rights, followed by the vampires, Centaurs, werewolves, Veela, Drackens, Lamia and many more creatures and beings.
At first the Goblins wanted nothing to do with him and even demanded his head on a pike. But after a lengthy explanation of why he had broken into their bank and also out of it, they were much more agreeable and even thankful that he had done what he did. No Goblin liked the idea of a Horcrux sitting in their bank. In fact they saw it as one of the vilest types of magic known to history.
The laws concerning Goblins were changed quicker that those concerning others. Negotiations were slow and tiring, especially since many representatives of different species refused to deal with anyone else besides Harry Potter.
And so Harry became the official liaison between the ministry and everyone else. He sat down with the representatives and had long talks with all off them. In the end it took months, a year even for everything to get finalized and the laws to be put in place. By then it was a good one and a half year after the war had officially ended. Much to Harry's relief Kingsley and Amelia had taken care of reforming the education at Hogwarts while he was working on being a liaison.
Everything that was in need of changing was taken care of by members of the DA and the Order of the Phoenix. Although many deemed it important that he had a final say in many of the things that were to be changed. Some things he approved off, other things he wasn't very sure off.
But finally in 2000 after two, nearly three, long years of hard work the changes were permanent and visible. Hogwarts had re-opened in 1999 and many who had been in their final year in 1997 or hadn't gone to school at all, that year, either retook their final year or took their NEWT's at the ministry after some independent study. Harry was one of the people, who studied on his own in between his work at playing diplomat and peacekeeper at Wizagenmot meetings. He took his OWL's again, claiming he hadn't been able to focus on his OWL's in his fifth year. He took his NEWT's several weeks later and passed with more Outstanding's than anything else.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was by then the official Minister of Magic offered him a position as Auror. He had long since proven he was a seasoned fighter and didn't need the Auror training most recruits were required to take. After all Harry had been trained by many order members and even received some training by Mad Eye Moody himself. Yet despite everyone claiming he would be best suited as an Auror he refused.
Instead Harry apprenticed under an Unspeakable by the codename of Shade. The man became his teacher, his mentor and his most trusted friend. Shade taught him all an Unspeakable would need to know and more. And Harry took to it like a fish took to water.
The first few weeks were the hardest. Shade had to make sure that Harry's identity as an Unspeakable would be completely confidential. Much to his relief Harry hadn't told anyone besides Minister Shacklebolt that he was going to become an Unspeakable. And so no one knew who the newest Unspeakable recruit was.
Finding Harry a codename that suited him however; was one of the hardest things Shade had needed to do. After a week of being Shade's apprentice, Harry still didn't have a codename and thus also didn't have the standard Unspeakable uniform. As long as an Unspeakable didn't have a codename, given to them by their mentor, they were not allowed to wear the uniform.
Not wearing the uniform was a major security risk; for the heavy robes that came with it were spelled to hide the wearers identity, mask their magical signature, dampen the sounds they made when moving and hid them from everyone with the exception of those who knew the spell needed to see through the notice-me-not-wards on the robes.
Many Unspeakables began to question Shade, demanding to know why his apprentice had yet to be given a codename. "When I know it he will get it." Shade had said flatly, before going back to his charge and quietly helping him with what he was doing. It took a week for one of the other Senior Unspeakables to snap and barge into the library when Shade was teaching his apprentice a spell to help absorb knowledge from books, directly into his brain.
The fuming Senior Unspeakable, who went by the name of Flamethrower, had marched up to the masked apprentice and dumped a heavy black robe on top of the smaller male. The reaction that followed had become legendary.
The moment the robe had touched his head and blocked his vision, Harry had panicked. His paranoia hadn't diminished with the war and his first thought was that he was being attacked and possible kidnapped. His magic lashed out on pure instinct, blasting the older man away from him, while he flung the robe off of his head and twisted his body so he was facing the direction of his 'attacker'.
His magic had cackled ominously as it immobilized his attacker. And to this day everyone who witnessed it swore high and low that a thunderstorm hung above his head when he had blasted his attacker into a wall. Some claimed they even saw a thunderbolt crashing next to Shade as the man calmed down his apprentice.
Calming him down was another difficult thing Shade had to do. His apprentice was a force to be reckoned with and he wasn't afraid to admit that Harry's magic sometimes frightened him. But once Harry had calmed down enough for him to explain who he had just blasted into a wall he had to do another difficult thing: Reassuring Harry that it wasn't his fault the Unspeakable had gotten hurt.
"Flamethrower should know better. I told everyone my apprentice had fought on the frontlines." Shade had even glared at the downed man when he told his apprentice that.
Flamethrower, surprisingly enough, was still conscious and couldn't help but point out that at least now the recruit had a name. At the confused looks aimed his way he only had this to say; "Thunderstorm."
And so Harry became Junior Unspeakable Thunderstorm, apprentice to Senior Unspeakable Shade. And after four years, a few days after his 24th birthday he became Unspeakable Thunderstorm, passing his exams with some of the highest marks ever seen in the history of the Unspeakable Forces.
He had several masteries as a result of his hard work and frequent studying with Shade's help. That he used potions, spells and occlumency to learn faster wasn't mentioned. After all every Unspeakable was required to master a few subjects and know at least half of the library by heart. Occlumency helped one organize the mind, allowing for focused studying. Some of the potions helped the mind adapt to large amounts of information being learned on a day. And some off the spells allowed the user to read a book faster than usual as well as remember the information to the smallest detail.
Harry however was one of the few who had dared to absorb the memories of other people, in order to learn a subject faster. And so he was also one of the few who had more than three masteries. Most Unspeakables mastered Warding, Spell crafting and runes. Harry mastered those and also: Potions, Defense against Magic, Dark Magic, Blood Magic, Arthimancy, Charms and wandless magic. In total he had nine official masteries as wandless magic wasn't something you could get an official mastery for.
Wandless magic was incredibly difficult to perform and not many people actually managed to do more than a simple summoning charm. Only those with a larger magical core were able to do more wandless magic and even then they never got to the level off Voldemort or Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had been able to wandlessly create raging fires. He could even do minor wards. Voldemort had been able to use the unforgivable without using a wand, something no one else had ever been able to do. Harry could do all that and more, much more. He didn't need his wand for any spell, but he preferred to unless he lost his wand for some reason.
That didn't mean he didn't practice and use his wandless magic whenever he could. He was often found absent mindedly using his magic while working on a project, without ever holding his wand. After three years everyone had stopped commenting on it and would just shake their head, give him tea and some chocolate before leaving him to his work.
When he passed his exams his superiors were almost gleeful when they assigned him to the spell crafter room. It was well known that he was incredibly creative when it came to designing spells off his own, more so than any other spell crafter had ever been. And many hoped that he would be able to solve their problem.
For years the master spell crafters had tried to create a functioning international portkey. And for years they had failed with impressive explosions and looks off utter misery. Harry, aka Thunderstorm had been non to happy when they dumped the reports of all the failed experiments on his desk. Nevertheless he read each and every report and then threw himself into the project.
It was a brilliant idea, he admitted, a portkey capable of transporting the user to a different country. It had never been done before, oh they had tried. The reports on his desk were solid proof of that. But no one had actually succeeded on making a spell that would create an international portkey.
He re-created some of the former experiments his fellow Unspeakables had tried; to see what had gone wrong and why. From there on he began to experiment on his own, using more magic when making a standard portkey as his first try. That experiment had resulted in a rather impressive explosion and was marked as his first failure.
He tried many things, a variation off spells mixed with runes, larger objects to allow for more magic and even some floo powder.
After two years, in 2006, he had several new spells on his name but no international portkey. He did make the standard portkey go as a far as the English borders, if you activated it in London.
He also discovered that he could apparate all the way to France if he wanted to and only be tired, but if he apparated to often in a row he would pass out from magical exhaustion. It took a lot of magic to get from London all the way to France then to Bulgaria, Germany and back to London.
It did give him the idea of using runes on an object he wanted to turn into a portkey. Sadly that experiment had also failed and ended in a larger explosion than the ones he had caused before. In frustration he declared he was going to work on the project in between other projects because he doubted he could handle the frustration any longer.
And so for the next four years he hopped all over the world, working on various different projects. Gathering rare artifacts and breaking curses and spells even the best Curse breakers had troubles with.
He didn't find many artifacts in 2010 but one of the few artifacts he did find and took to the Department of Mysteries was an old dusty tome only he could read.
It was written in Parseltongue by Salazar Slytherin's ancestors and technically his property as it belonged to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin. As he was Lord Slytherin he had a right to own everything writing in Parseltongue and everything that once belonged to a member to the Slytherin line.
Thankfully his superiors agreed and he found himself reading the old dusty book in his personal lab. And that was when he got a new idea for the international portkey. He was reading a passage about a rune array which allowed someone to go from one array to another, even if that array was in another country.
His loud "Ha's" Were heard throughout the entire department, or so Shade told him when the man showed up in his lab to see what was going on. He wasn't the only one who came to see what the loud "ha's" of triumph were about. And so he found himself with a small audience while he found a large block of wood and began to work on the Rune Array.
In hindsight he was very glad he hadn't bothered putting on his robes that afternoon. Because something hadn't gone as he had planned it to go. Then again things rarely ever went according to his plans.
The faint purple glow on the large block of wood he was using as a platform for the array was the first clue that something wasn't going well. The loud bang followed by the bright, eye blinding flash of purple light was the next. Before he knew it he felt as though he was being shoved through a very uncomfortable tunnel, much like when he apparated. And then he had landed on a very hard surface in an equally loud bang and large flash of purple light.
And that led him to his current position.
And thats were I leave you hanging. Don't wory the rope is strong enough to carry lot of you readers and the way down isn't that bad. Its long, yes, yes it is a very long way down, but if you do hit the bottom; you won't hit any rocks or something. All you will hit is a plotbunny river of doom.
Either way I hope you enjoyed this chapter and keep on hanging for the next chapter.
toodleooss..