Chapter 4

"Its all your fault Harry! You killed my mum!" Cassie screamed as she held Harry by his robes and shook him. Next to her Leo growled at him, his face streaked with tears and eyes marred with hatred.

Behind them both, Sirius Black showed up, carrying the dead body of Miranda in his hands. Harry inched backwards as he saw the lifeless blue eyes of his aunt staring at him. He saw as his Uncle's tears fell on her face as he said softly, his words hurting more than his voice, "Harry, we trusted you and you killed my wife. How could you?"

But Harry couldn't meet his uncle's eyes. He was still staring at the dead body as tears poured down his face. But suddenly, Miranda stood up on her own as she inched towards Harry, "You killed me Harry. I was ready to give up my life for you and what did you do? Like a heartless monster, you deprived my children of their mother. Of me!"

Harry backed away quickly as everyone began converging at him.

"You killed my mother, Harry."

"You destroyed my wife who was ready to sacrifice everything to save you!"

"Harry, I hate you. You are worse than Voldemort!"

"Harry, I will kill you if it's the last thing I do!"

"Die Harry. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry woke up drenched completely in sweat and hyperventilating as he looked around. Curling up, he hugged the raven as tears leaked out of his eyes and he began sobbing in earnest. After what seemed like forever but was in reality only a few minutes, Harry was startled by Tippy appearing, "Is you ok, Master Harry?"

Harry shook his head, "I – I killed my Auntie Mir-Miranda yesterday…"

Tippy looked at Harry wide eyed and did the only thing he could think of. He climbed on the bed and gave Harry the biggest hug he could and let Harry cry on his shoulder. It would certainly been a weird site to say the least – a boy crying on a house-elf's shoulder.

After a few minutes, Tippy said, "I brought you a wheelchair Harry. Here it is."

Harry looked at the plain black one next to his bed and held onto Tippy's shoulders as the elf helped him into the chair. When he came downstairs half an hour later, he found Nicholas Famel and another lady there. They both smiled when they saw him.

"Harry! Meet my wife Perenelle Flamel."

The blond woman smiled kindly as she shook Harry's hand, "Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Flamel."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh poo! Call me Perry or Elle, dear. Now when Nicholas said he had inducted a four year old into the Unspeakables, I had to meet the boy myself!"

Harry nodded to her. Nicholas cleared his throat and asked as Harry pulled a biscuit towards himself, "So Harry, have you given any thought to the papers?"

Harry nodded, swallowing, "Yes. I wanted to know why you wanted me to be a level 10 operative?"

Nicholas seemed pleased with the question as he flicked his black hair out of his eye, "Harry, you are only four and yet you have been reading seventh year Hogwarts textbooks. If that isn't talent, I don't know what is."

Harry blushed deeper as he continued, "I think that you could bring a huge amount of talent to the Unspeakables which is why I want to recruit you. And because I see the potential in you, I wish to make you a level 10 Unspeakable."

Harry nodded in understanding and said softly, "Ok then. I want to join."

Nicholas smiled widely and clapped his hands, "Excellent! Now come on. Let us have you sign these papers and make it official."

Harry grinned widely and floated behind the other two to the living room. They talked for a few minutes about technicalities before Harry nodded and signed the papers. Instantly, a pulse of red magic came out of the paper and entered into Harry's chest confirming the oath to the Unspeakables and the Ministry.

Nicholas clapped his hands once, "Excellent Harry! As for news, the entire world is absolutely shocked about what happened to your family."

"Will?" Harry asked.

Perenelle touched his face as she said sadly, "Unfortunately there isn't anything that can be done. He is in the permanent spell damage ward at St. Mungo's."

"What? Are you sure? I… I tortured him! I did this to him!" Harry looked like he was going to cry again. Perenelle hugged him, "Oh honey, don't do this to yourself. You are not responsible for anything done under the Imperius curse."

Harry nodded, wiping some tears away even though he didn't believe it internally. They both smiled at the small boy before Nicholas continued, "I was looking through your medical files, Harry. It is quite interesting what has been hypothesized about your condition."

Harry looked vaguely interested as Nicholas continued, "I already have my healers working on a cure for you and I have a temporary solution to fixing your legs."

Harry's wide-eyed look made both the adults' hearts melt instantly. Nicholas smiled, "Alright, Harry. I have arranged for there to be a trail of Harry Potter sightings that lead as far away as possible just in case there is anyone looking for you. Now, are you ready to walk?"

Harry nodded eagerly and Nicholas smiled before pulling out a set of skin colored socks from the huge bag he and Perenelle had brought. Harry looked confused at Nicholas but put on the socks as directed. Instantly long golden tendrils of magic erupted from the socks and wound themselves along the length of both his legs. Harry gasped as he soon as he put the socks on.

He couldn't explain it but he couldn't feel his legs. They were still dead weight but he could feel the tendrils of magic that had blanketed his legs. They felt like skin and even looked like skin. He could direct the new "skin" to move and do certain things.

The Flamels smiled as Harry took a tentative step off the wheelchair and whooped when he didn't fall. Harry ran around the room a little before he noticed that he was floating very slightly on top of the floor – not standing on it.

Nicholas cleared his throat, "As you probably noticed, you aren't actually standing on the floor but floating a little above it."

Harry nodded confused.

"That is because your legs cant handle standing on the ground. If you step on the ground, you will fall. The socks are charmed so that they take energy from the surrounding wind and levitate you. These socks were originally made for a mission in which an operative had to fly up to the thirtieth floor of a building. They also work for this purpose."

Harry looked amazed as Perenelle showed him a few buttons on the side of the socks at his thighs. Harry grinned widely as he tried it and floated up to the ceiling. He goofed off for a bit before coming down and asking, "So, how come this isn't in stores? My dad and mum tried to look for anything that could help!"

Nicholas smiled at the boy, "Harry, the Unspeakables have a lot of cool things that the public doesn't have. We cant have our inventions falling into the wrong hands, can we?"

Harry nodded in understanding, "Ok what now?"

Nicholas smiled, "Now we talk about your training and name."

"Name?" Harry looked curious.

Nicholas nodded, "Yes, shall we go?"

Harry shrugged and 'stood' up. A few minutes later found Harry back in Nicholas's office. Perenelle had left leaving the two of them alone. Harry watched stoically as Nicholas fished around in his desk before retrieving a long key.

"Ah ha! Come on Harry."

Harry followed Nicholas through a door into a circular room. Al around them were revolving doors that made Harry dizzy just looking at them. Nicholas opened one of the doors with the key and said, "Come on."

Quickly Harry followed Nicholas into the room and paused as he looked inside. In the room, there were rows and rows of shelves all with small vials with white smoke in them. In the front of the room was a set of couches with a table in the middle. The table had a large round basin on it.

"Harry, each of these vials has memories."

Harry looked at Nicholas as he continued speaking, "There are memories of a variety of people in this room – from singers to dark lords , etc etc. I think you have what is termed a photographic memory. As soon as you see something, you remember it correct?"

Harry nodded, "Is that bad?"

"Oh no dear boy! It is just rare. Now you should be able to sift through all the memories in the room quickly."

Harry looked around and nodded, "How long do I have?"

"However much time you need, Harry. But we aren't done. Come on."

Harry glanced at the room again before following Nicholas back to the circular room.

Harry stood with Nicholas as they walked out the door. Instantly Harry noticed they were in a circular room with rotating doors all along them making it impossible to tell where they had just come from. Nick, as Harry started to mentally refer to Nicholas as, said, "Harry as a level 10 operative, you have clearance to all these rooms. Just think of where you would like to go and the door should open leading there."

Harry nodded as he looked at the doors keenly.

"I am not going to show you all the rooms as I am sure you can cover them on your time. I am however taking you to the most important rooms. Think clearly of the word INFIRMARY."

Harry nodded and did as he was told. No sooner had he visualized the word did a door float towards them and open. Harry followed Nick through the door and watched as Nick waved his wrist at some sort of scanner that changed from red to green letting both of them in. Instantly Harry saw other Unspeakables hurrying through beds in what looked like a hospital wing.

They all stopped and stared as Dragon himself appeared with a blurry figure. Nick nodded once to them before he and Harry went past all the hubbub and into a closed door that turned out to be a private hospital room. Nick motioned for Harry to sit in the chair in the middle of the room. As soon as he did, his right arm was strapped into an extended arm rest and Nick was pouring a vial of potion down his throat.

Ten minutes later, Harry woke bleary eyed as Nick gently shook him. Instantly on alert, he asked, "What happened?"

Nick helped Harry off the bed, "Well Harry, congratulations. You have been formally inducted as a Level 10 Unspeakable. Look at your right hand."

Harry did as told and instantly gasped when he saw the a silver rectangle that was embedded into his skin. It had a few flashing lights as it sat neatly where once had been unblemished skin. "w-what?"

Nick grinned, "Harry that is your Unspeakable tracker. Now visualize it invisible."

Harry did as told and jumped when his skin reappeared over the silver rectangle perfectly. Harry shook his head to clear it as Nicholas grinned next to him, "Come on Harry, lets get you your standard issue items."

Harry hurried to catch up to Nick as he said, "That chip on your right hand is identification that you are a level 10 Unspeakable. You just wave your hand at areas that need clearance and they will open to give you passage."

"Ok."

Nick looked at Harry briefly as they entered the circular room again, "Think clearly of the word ARMORY."

Harry did so and soon enough, he and Nick were entering a different room. Harry waved his wrist over the scanner this time and grinned as it opened to give them passage. This place was noticeably devoid of people as they walked inside.

Before Harry could say anything, he was handed a small leather wallet, "Open it Harry."

Harry opened it and looked confused when saw a bunch of cards on one side and a several pieces of paper on the other side.

"The cards on the left are for use in the muggle world. You just hand them to the register and you can buy things. The papers on the right are for use in the wizarding world. You just hand one with the amount of galleons written on it to a shopkeeper and they will allow deduct the amount from your account."

Harry nodded, "But I don't have any money!"

Nick smiled, "Harry, you get paid for being an Unspeakable and it is a considerable amount of money. We will set you up with an account as soon as we create a new identity for you. Alright?"

Harry nodded "All the Unspeakables have this?"

Nick snorted as he rummaged in a shelf, "Of course not, Harry. Unspeakables are usually hired from other departments if they show potential. As such, no one gets more than the preliminary training from us. You, however, are special. I see a huge potential for you, Harry. And so, you need to be trained."

Seeming to have found what he was looking for, Nicholas stood, "Ah ha! Here!"

Harry nimbly caught the rucksack thrown at him, "Uh.. thanks?"

Nick laughed, "Harry, Harry that rucksack is special. Open it."

Harry snapped the buckle and opened the top to find bundles of different currencies, five pouches of galleons, knuts and sickles, a wand and a few potions. Nick said, "That is an emergency kit in case you ever get compromised, Harry. Put it somewhere safe."

Harry nodded setting the rucksack near his feet after rebuckling it. Nick tossed him a few brown sticks which Harry caught once more. As soon as they both touched his hands, they let out a few sparks. Nick smirked, "Standard carbon fiber wands, issued to all Unspeakables. Priori Incantatem is impossible on these."

Harry grinned as he slipped them into his back pockets. Nick next went to a shelf full of large black bags. He pushed several aside on the shelf and got one out of the very back and threw it at Harry. Harry backed up a little as the giant bag nearly threw him off his feet. Opening it, he peeped inside, "Robes?"

Nick smiled at the disgusted voice, "Harry, if you notice, these robes range from silver which is second highest to me, all the way to yellow which is the lowest. They go over your regular robes and signify you as an Unspeakable. Silver is your color."

Harry nodded, dumping the huge bag on the floor next to him and putting the rucksack in it. Nick was busy throwing a small box at him, however. Harry caught it quickly, opening the top. He looked confused as he saw small circles in them. Nick explained, "They are contacts, Harry. They are special and come with an instruction manual. Read before putting them on." Harry nodded putting the thin book and the box inside the bag.

Nick threw him a black vest, "Its both bullet proof and can withstand minor spells. Wear it at all times."

Harry nodded, putting the vest in the bag. Nick fumbled for a bit before throwing Harry a small band, "This is an SEP band, Harry. It creates a field around you that will make muggles and wizards simply ignore you unless you actually interact with them."

Harry smirked as he put the band around his left bicep. Nicholas wasn't done still though. Harry dragged the bag as he followed Nick further into the room. At the very end, Harry noticed a lot of interesting equipment that looked like things he had seen before in a muggle telly.

"I trust you know what guns are, Harry?"

Harry nodded and Nick grinned as he threw a really long and heavy box at Harry. Harry groaned at the weight as he looked at Nick reproachfully. He opened the box and gaped when he saw the guns stored in it. He didn't need Nicholas to explain what the two AK-47s were or what the two dragonovs or the sniper rifles or the handguns.

Nick grinned as he saw Harry stuff the large box into the bag.

"Why are you giving me muggle weapons?"

"Good question. The biggest cover for attacking a pureblood is posing as a muggle. Muggles are often taken for granted, especially their wonderful weapons. These guns have been modified to have an endless supply of bullets. Now have you ever heard of cameras, Harry?"

Harry nodded, "Yah, my dad got me one for Christmas."

Nick smirked, "Good. I am having Tippy currently set up several near your safe house. They are charmed to let you know if anyone other than me shows up 10 meters near your house."

"Cool."

Nick smirked at Harry before saying, "Alright, Tippy!"

The little house elf popped in.

"Tippy, take all these things to the living room please. Harry will sort it out later." The house elf bobbed his head before doing exactly that.

Harry mused that he had a Lot of items to sort out considering his little spree at the Tower yesterday and today. Nicholas interrupted him however, "Harry, come on. We have much to do still."

Harry nodded and followed the ancient man to the circular room once more. This time, he was told to think of the words LIBRARY. As they entered the room, Nicholas looked at the yellow robed man sitting at the desk, "I need a copy of all books in this room sent to this address ASAP."

The man nodded and took the slip of paper before turning around and getting to work. "Come on."

Harry nodded hastily following Nicholas, "We have one more place to go to before you can go home."

Harry looked at Nicholas curiously but nodded as they walked out of the room. In the circular room, Harry was directed to think DRAGON'S LAIR. Seconds later, Harry and Nicholas were both standing in the same office they had started in.

As soon as they sat down, Nicholas opened a few of his drawers before withdrawing several sheets of paper and sliding them towards Harry.

Harry looked at the man curiously before looking at the top sheet of paper. It was a birth certificate with the name James Jack Williams though it was dated to four years ago, birthdate June 15th. The names of his parents on the forms were Alexander Damien Williams and his wife Louise Helene Malfoy nee Williams.

Nicholas said, "This is the name I have filed you as, Harry. Just in case someone somehow manages to get their hands on your paperwork, they will not have anything on you. I hope you don't mind but I gave you your father's first name as your middle name?"

Harry smiled, suddenly teary eyed, "That's fine. But what about Alexander Williams and Louise Williams? Do they exist?"

"They did Harry. They were two of the death eaters that you killed a couple of days ago, Harry. They actually did have a son in France. However when they found out the child couldn't walk just like you Harry, they killed him. That is the official story. I went into the records, changed the name of the kid from Damien to James. There was no need to get rid of the death certificate. After all, it makes for a better cover story for you to see that your 'parents' were so desperate to get rid of you that when you didn't die, they put you on the streets and held a funeral."

Harry gaped, "Woah! You really thought this through."

Nick nodded, "Yes, it is dangerous for you to be under your true name especially since you are one of the twins who lived."

Harry nodded, understanding as he looked at the next paper on the table. They were death certificates for James Jack Williams, Alexander Damien Williams and Louise Helene Williams. Harry goggled before looking at Nick, "But I signed my name yesterday under my own name!"

Nick smirked, "Harry, that was the easy part. The parchment doesn't store your signature – only your magical signature. You signing was merely protocol even though the ink faded away quickly."

To prove it, he showed Harry the parchment with a check where his signature had been the day before. Harry nodded as he took the copy of that paper and put it with the others. Flipping through the next packet of papers, Harry looked wide-eyed at the estate that the Williams had left behind.

Noticing this, Nicholas said, "Harry, although the Williams were fairly rich, you do not have access to that fortune because they specifically disowned young Damien when they put him on the streets. They also left their entire estate to Voldemort. The goblins do not care whether an heir is dark or light. They have already transferred the money to Voldemort's account."

Harry nodded and looked at the next set of papers. They were family history of the Williams. Apparently both families were pureblood. Louise Malfoy was from the French part of the pureblood Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy's cousin. Alexander Williams was from an aristocratic Italian and French pureblood family. The papers had a pedigree of both families, ending in Harry's new name: James Alexander Williams. Both his parents had been high level dark supporters in Voldemort's Inner Circle and had given him up when he was three. He had then wandered the streets for a year before Nicholas picked him up and offered him the chance to be an Unspeakable.

Nick nodded, "Alright Harry, lastly we need to do a simple blood ritual that will change how you look and your blood and magical signature to match that of the last Williams."

Harry looked nervous and nodded as Nick pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. As asked, Harry put in three drops of his blood as Nicholas added his 'parents'' blood into the mixture while chanting. There was a sudden intense light before the potion turned purple and calmed down. Harry looked at it disgusted before holding his nose and drinking it in one go.

A few seconds of unimaginable pain later, Harry stood from the floor where he had collapsed to look into the mirror Nicholas was holding. He gasped when he saw his new self. He still had the same structure and build as Harry James Potter put there were other differences. His hair had become a silvery blond and his face was highly aristocratic especially with the chiseled chin and the sharp nose. His eyes, much to Harry's relief were still the same emerald green as his mother's. He was also as tall as a twenty year old.

Nick smiled, "Well Harry how do you like your new look?"

Harry sighed, "I don't look like my dad anymore."

Nick nodded, "Indeed but your hair is still messy just like James Potter's and your eyes are like your mother's aren't they?"

Harry nodded, still a tad upset. Nick sighed, "Well Mr. Williams, I talked to several healers about your condition today."

This got Harry, or rather Jack, interested and Nick said, "They and I both agree that you should be relatively free from damage if you add a phoenix tear to your meal once a day. That would be a problem for people normally but you have Eris who can change into a phoenix right?"

Harry nodded, "I understand. Thank you Nick."

The man smiled at him, "Not a problem. Now go home and rest. Come meet me after you have gone through all the memories, alright?"

Harry stood from his chair and walked to the fireplace. From there he nodded once to Nicholas before disappearing in the flames.