AN: This story is inspired by a number of works on this site. It's a trained Dimension-hopping Harry who finds his particular skills being highly needed even if people would deny the fact.
They had turned him into a weapon. Dumbledore had turned him into a weapon.
It started the night Harry Potter had raced off to rescue his innocent, blood ritual claimed godfather only to find out it was all a trick. A trick by the Dark Lord and his sycophants to force Harry into retrieving a prophecy orb from the Department of Mysteries' Hall of Prophecies.
Six teenagers, five of who he had personally trained in Defence Against the Dark Arts, had kicked the arse of the snake-faced bastard's inner circle. Sure, they'd come away with scars and nightmares but they'd held their own. The only casualty that night had been the man who Harry had been desperate to save. The man who wasn't even in danger until he came racing to their rescue.
Sirius Orion Black.
Albus Dumbledore had used all his manipulative skills to stab a mourning fifteen-year-old child in the heart and soul. He revealed the contents of the Prophecy, a whisper from Fate stating only Harry could defeat the most feared Dark Lord in British history, and then coaxed the guilt Harry felt about Sirius' death by making sure to explain in excruciating detail how learning Occlumency would have saved Harry from the vision itself.
It had taken some time before Harry was able to push past the manipulations to question just why Dumbledore had not told him about such a threat before Sirius died. It took ten minutes with the Unspeakables to find the answer.
Harry had seen a classmate and friend killed, had been involved in a Dark ritual to bring back the man who had killed his parents and now had been nudged into setting up the very situation for his godfather's death. Dumbledore seized on all of these things to begin training him against Voldemort. Alastor Moody, the traitorous werewolf Remus Lupin, Dumbledore himself and other people they called in took the next two years turning him into their weapon. They attempted to strip away the small fragments of humanity and personality the Dursleys hated and had tried to beat and blooded out of him.
They had him for the entire summer. September first saw Luna Lovegood take a good, long look into the eyes of her friend. September second saw the Unspeakables show up at Hogwarts to save his sanity.
They took him under their wing. Using a mix of time-turners far more powerful than anything Hermione could conceive and duplication spells to put Harry in two places at once, he went quickly learned what real training and camaraderie truly were.
Harry hid his second life from all those attempting to destroy him. He had found a family. A family who healed his mental scars and taught him true Occlumency rather than the mind raping Snape had put him through. They had also accepted him as one of their own rather being the Boy-Who-Lived.
Dumbledore and his jailers looked to make him a weapon, the Unspeakables took his passed on information and between them, they destroyed the Death Eaters and Riddle within three years of him being set loose.
Harry had also known the cure to the withering curse that ultimately killed Dumbledore but declined to share, then personally stabbed Lupin in the heart with a Potter silver dagger and cursed Moody into a puddle of blood and gore using only Black spells.
No one betrayed the Potters and Blacks. No one.
And then the Ministry turned on him. They called him up to the Auror offices, hit him with dozens of stunners and dumped him in a secret, magic suppressing cell.
Harry had no idea how long he had been in the specially designed cell. The rune and charm work was created in order to cause the prisoner's magic into a painful feedback if they attempted anything. He had merely smirked when he came up with a solution. Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived and Man-Who-Won, had simply stood in the middle of the cell and released his magic.
Initially, it had been only been a little spark and then it gradually grew, his magic fighting against the cell while his entire life of pain and misery kept him from crying out. His magic clashed with the cell and fed back into his body, overloading his core as it looked to recharge what he was releasing. Harry's eyes glowed with power as slowly, subtly, he turned his magic on himself.
The Unspeakables had told Harry that the only reason he survived the Dursleys was that his magic kept him alive and healed him. He was using the same principle. When the guards came to supply him with food, they could only stare in shock and fear at the maelstrom of power that surrounded their prisoner.
By the time Harry had entered Hogwarts his magic instinctively knew how to heal his body and fight off pain. The magical feedback loop that now threatened to destroy him simply pushed that ability to overdrive.
He was rebuilding his body one painful cell at a time. Becoming a brand new man.
Harry had no idea how long he lived in the Suppressing Cell, surviving on nothing more than his magic and sheer stubborn will before he heard an explosion and felt a familiar tingle within his Occlumency shields. It was a link that all of the warrior branches of the Unspeakables had to connect themselves to their team. Harry smirked. His family had finally come.
The sounds of fighting filled the air even above the crackling of magic in the Cell. Shouts, screams and more explosions followed until the bars of his prison revealed the grey shrouds of an Unspeakable attack team.
"You should have called ahead," Harry joked, forcing himself to speak no matter how badly his underused throat protested. "I would have put the kettle on."
"You've been a hard bastard to find, Lightning," the unmistakable voice of Head Unspeakable Croaker announced from somewhere in the hallway. "It took us a bit before we realised this had been planned for years."
"Dumbledore set all this up as soon as he started your training," the one in front of his door continued. Nightshade, Harry's second in command and occasional friends with benefits. He could see her dark eyes from beneath the hood and his heart skipped at the level of fear and worry he saw in them. "You were never supposed to walk away from the war, Harry."
Harry could only sigh and then wince as the feedback sparked painfully. The news wasn't something that surprised him.
"Damn it, Lightning," Croaker snapped. "I can't shut the field down with you doing your mojo."
"And I can't stop it now, Grumpy," Harry winced again and realised that his boss was working on the rune control panel. "There's only one way out of this place."
"That could kill you," the man moved alongside Nightshade and it was obvious he had come to the same conclusion.
"Get behind a shield and smash the panel," Harry demanded. "Treat it like an electronic lock. Hopefully, I can funnel the magic somewhere."
The two Unspeakables shared a look and sighed. They weren't going to be leaving without him.
"Aim up, Lightning," Nightshade said as she stepped back, eyes locking with his own. "It's only politicians and arseholes above us."
Harry gave her his lopsided grin. Croaker took that distraction to activate his shield stone and blast the rune panel into the stone age. The magic of the Cell blazed as it lost all semblance of being contained. Harry roared in pain as it coursed through his body, threatening to destroy his mind and core. His two friends looked on in horror and then shock as the aura surrounding Harry blazed and took on a life of its own, reaching out to capture every stray bolt of magic the Cell was giving off. The man inside straightened his body, locking his back as he stared at the ceiling, and threw his arms up to release everything in one giant raw blast.
"GO TO HELL, DUMBLEDORE!" He roared, the magical release destroying the cell, half the corridor it was connected to and three floors of the Ministry owned building above. When Croaker and Nightshade dug themselves out of the rubble and found his body, Harry had once again done the impossible and survived.
He was unconscious but he once again lived through something that would have killed anyone else.
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