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The Six Million Galleon Man
Chapter 1
Late at night and deep in the bowels of the Ministry, the double swinging doors of the Department of Mysteries' Medical Facility were flung open and a stretcher was rolled in. Seeing the fuss, the on-duty Healer rushed to their side.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at the torn-up body. "Wait! Is that …?"
"Yes, it's the Boy-Who-Lived! Now get to work!" one Unspeakable ordered which snapped the Healer from his thoughts. Immediately he began attempting to stabilize the injured boy. Almost immediately he shook his head.
"It's no use. He's too far gone," he said sadly. The Unspeakable nodded his head and looked to his partner. The Healer reared back when his partner whipped out his wand and pointed it at his face.
"Obliviate!" he cried out and watched as the Healer's face went slack. They quickly put a sleeping spell on him.
"Looks like we have no choice," the Unspeakable said. His partner nodded and touched a special brass button sewed to the cuff of his robe sleeve. Within seconds, a small group of Unspeakables joined them. This was a top-secret group filled with the best of the best and was fiercely loyal to the Unspeakable program. They would defend their department from even the Ministry of Magic. Getting their attention, he filled them in on what had happened.
"Who did this to him?" one asked.
"His Uncle, Vernon Dursley attacked him while sleeping. We think that he may have been under the Imperius Curse. We currently have him in custody. Thankfully, we had Potter's house bugged with as many surveillance charms as possible." he replied. "But that doesn't matter right now. He's too injured to survive regular treatment. We need to initiate Project Bulldozer."
"But it's not ready yet!" one faceless woman cried out. "We haven't completed testing! It could be dangerous!"
"He's already on death's door. I think things are dangerous enough. Anyway, it's my call, and I'm making it. Get the room ready," he ordered. Instantly, everyone got to work. The hidden door of a secret room opened up, and Harry was wheeled inside.
The room consisted of bare, white walls with an operating table in the middle, which Harry was transferred to. Along the walls were many different instruments and objects, shelves full of potions, and many different animal parts. The main Healer in charge took over and placed life-support charms on him to keep him alive. Removing the bandaging, many of the Unspeakables in the room gasped or winced.
"He's completely torn apart!" he exclaimed, angry and wanting revenge against those responsible for doing this to an innocent child.
"We can rebuild him. We have the technology. Now let's get to work!"
The first thing that the Unspeakable did was pour a very small vial full of Felix Felicis into Harry's mouth. "That should last him for more than the duration of the procedure. Everyone! You know what to do." They nodded, and each drank identical vials. They would need all the luck that they could get.
The Healer wheeled over a machine and connected the tubes to Harry's arms, legs, and neck with needles. Turning it on, it began giving him an IV drip of diluted Phoenix Tears. Almost immediately, his wounds began to very slowly close. This gave them plenty of time to get to work. Each Unspeakable was in charge of one aspect of the procedure. The first one stepped up.
He wheeled up a stainless steel cart with four objects on it. Knowing that he needed to verbally describe what he was doing so that they could store the Pensieve memory in their files, he started talking.
"These enchanted talismans are made from Mermaid bone since Mermaid bones can strongly hold an enchantment for hundreds of years. These will be installed on Mr. Potter's brain. The first will affect his eyesight. Not only will he have better than perfect vision, but he will also be able to see in complete darkness, and see active magic." With that explained, he got to work putting it in.
Harry's skull was already severely cracked, but they needed to remove a decent chunk of it to install all four talismans. He let the Healer do that part before taking over. With steady hands, he installed it into Harry's head.
"The second talisman will block all forms of magical mental manipulation and the Mind Arts," he explained and attached it next to the first. "The third will help with Wit-Sharpening and memory retention."
They were nearly an hour in before installing the final one. "The fourth and final was the most difficult to create. It will convert a Pensieve Memory back into a regular memory where it will be funneled to the third talisman and stored as a human memory in his brain. Not only is there a talisman to be installed, but also a very small jack where a device can be plugged in. We will hide the plug-in jack behind the ear and under his hair. We just need to make sure that he doesn't shave his head," the man joked as he painstakingly installed the hardest of the bunch. Finally done, he wiped the sweat from his head and let the Healer take over.
After checking Harry out, the Healer nodded and gave his consent to continue. Next, a woman stepped up holding a small device with an attached vial. She cleared her throat.
"Having just turned fourteen, you can see that Harry Potter is smaller than he should be. Perhaps he is just a late bloomer or naturally small, but it is also possible that his treatment by his relatives has stunted his growth. Either way, we intend to fix that. Growth potions are a very poor remedy and often have terrible side effects. The procedure that I created is much, much better," she smirked.
She walked up to his nearly caved-in chest and let the Healer make a large incision and expose Harry's barely beating heart. She carefully attached the device behind Harry's sternum and attached that to his heart with a small tube. Once done, the Healer closed him back up.
"The vial contains the testosterone of the largest male Giant that we could find. It is the testosterone that makes a Giant so big. Even female Giants produce it. Obviously, the extract was highly diluted. He simply wouldn't survive pure Giant testosterone," she explained for the memory. "The first dose he receives will be much larger than the rest so that he can catch up with his peers. The rest will automatically be pumped into his system every few months. Once he's an adult and reaches his ideal size, we can always remove the device. We should see the first results by tomorrow."
She was replaced with a man holding a large vial that contained a dark red liquid that was swirling with glittery silver. He held it up for the memory. "The potion that I created will give Mr. Potter immense strength, speed, and stamina for the rest of his life. As you might have guessed, it was created using Re'em blood. Normally, the benefits from drinking Re'em blood are short-lived, but my creation will last until his death. As you can imagine, the recipe and brewing process are highly confidential and will be stored in the Archives," he said as he was just about to tip the potion into Harry's mouth.
"Oh yes! I almost forgot. The silvery swirls are powdered Occamy eggshells and are an essential part of the recipe. I have theorized that it may give his hair a beautiful luster, but I can't be sure," he added before tipping the potion into Harry's mouth. With a wave of his wand, Harry unconsciously swallowed the entire contents of the vial.
When he was done, he stepped aside and let the next man come up. He held up what looked like a very small trunk with a lid made of skin. It kind of grossed everyone out a little. "This is an expanded pocket space that I will install into the bottom of his forearm. The top is covered in synthetic skin that was matched to his skin tone perfectly. When you reach in …" he said and opened the lid. He reached in and miraculously, he could fit his entire arm in the small opening. After everyone was thoroughly impressed, he removed his hand.
"There's enough room in here to hold around a normal-sized trunk's worth of stuff. It has the added bonus of an attached wand holster to hide a secondary wand," he explained, pointing to a small pipe that was sticking out. The top of that also had a bit of synthetic skin over it.
He had the Healer cut open his forearm before attaching the mini trunk. Once he was healed, you couldn't tell that there was anything there. He pressed Harry's forearm and the lid opened. He closed it back up. He pulled out a fake wand and slipped it into the bottom of Harry's wrist. He flexed Harry's wrist and the wand shot out and landed on the floor. "Both will be magically keyed in so that only he can use them. The wand holster will be thought activated."
Once everyone was done, the Healer went to the machine and exchanged the diluted Phoenix Tears for pure ones. Harry's body healed before their very eyes. They kept him plugged in for several hours until his body was practically soaked in the healing Tears. The Healer finally gave him a complete check-up to make sure that everything was doing what it was supposed to.
"It's very possible that Harry here will have very advanced Healing abilities for a very long time because of the amount of Phoenix Tears in his system," the Healer said, checking him over once more. "Other than that, he looks in very good shape and health!" he said happily. Everyone cheered from a job well done.
Everyone was thanked for their parts and was promised to be kept in the loop. Reluctantly, each left the room, leaving only the Head Unspeakable and the Healer. When the door had shut, he walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. Instantly, the man had to clamp down on his mental shields. Employing the most stunning Veela in the world will certainly keep you on your toes.
"I am glad that you agreed with my proposal," the rare Swedish Veela said, wheeling in her own stainless steel cart filled with goodies.
"Indeed," the Head Unspeakable said, before turning to the slack-jawed Healer and kicking him on the leg to snap him out of it. "Seduction is a very valuable tool, and who would know this better than you?"
The Veela smirked before getting ready to perform the unsanctioned part of the procedure. To be honest, the entire thing was unsanctioned. If the Ministry knew what was going on, they'd all be arrested. However, she doubted that the others would agree to let her have a go with him. To them, she was just another airhead Veela that was hired for specific tasks. She'd prove them wrong.
"Since this will be a bit more personal, the Healer and I will be in the waiting room. Call when you're done or you need assistance," the Head Unspeakable said. The Veela nodded and smiled, happy that he trusted her to get the job done. When the door closed and they were alone, she got to work.
Since he was already nude, her eyes traveled down to his pubic area. It wasn't anything to write home about, but that would soon be changing. Grabbing the largest vial which contained a perfectly clear liquid that looked like water, she placed it in front of her and began speaking so that she too could provide a memory for the Archive.
"My greatest creation yet," she said proudly, looking down at the vial. "A powerful Gene-Splicing potion. I should warn that it is only safe to splice the genes of closely related beings and can only be used once. My choice was obvious … a Veela. It took a great deal of favors, but I was finally able to get what I wanted," she explained, holding up a vial of blood.
"The blood of a male Veela. For those who don't know, male Veela exist but are exceedingly rare. They can be identified by the silvery blonde hair that female Veela are known for, but they don't hold the beauty that the females of our species do. What makes them special is their power of love-making. Their natural magic can drive a woman wild in the bedroom. Often, just being around them is enough to bring a woman to climax. For this reason, female Veela keep them exclusively in their colonies and practically chained to their beds. Another feature that they possess is their absurdly large genitalia. Probably another reason why they are kept under lock and key," she snorted.
"I've calculated that young Harry here will gain much, if not all of these qualities. It is very doubtful that he will change his overall look or hair color though. With that said, let's get started."
Taking the small vial of male Veela blood, she poured it into the Gene-Splicing potion. Next, she took a very tiny vial of brown liquid and poured it in. "This is the activator!" she called out as the potion began to bubble and vibrate. "Next, we need a drop of Harry's blood!"
Pricking his finger, she scooped up a drop of his blood and let it fall into her potion. When the drop hit the surface, it began fizzing, and the vial shook violently. Grabbing it, she quickly poured it into Harry's mouth. Once swallowed, Harry's body began jerking and thrashing. She waved her wand and tied him down to keep him from hurting himself. Just like the limited trials that she had conducted, his skin began to burn with fever. Knowing that the fever would last an hour, she did her best to keep him cool. Cooling charms and an ice bath kept his organs from being cooked, though she suspected that the Tears in his blood would have kept him healthy anyway. When his body stopped shaking, she pulled him out. She was ecstatic when she discovered that the Splicing had taken hold. His body and magic would reform over the next few days.
Deciding to quickly finish, she grabbed another potion and gave it to him which would make his seed taste like absolute heaven. Once done, she called them in. After another check-up by the Healer, they finally let poor Harry rest.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry groaned as his eyes opened. He felt as if he had slept for too long and was extremely groggy. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed something. He gasped as he saw the world in such detail that it was starting to make his head swim. That's when the walls of the white room that he was in started glowing in an ethereal light blue color. Hissing in pain, he placed his hands over his eyes to block the light.
"I'm guessing that your Mage Sight has activated. To stop the glowing, just imagine that things look normal," a voice called out to him as someone entered the room. Following his advice, Harry gingerly removed his hands from his eyes and did what he was told. He sighed in relief when the glowing disappeared.
"Mage Sight is when you are seeing active magic. The walls of this room are laced with enchantments," the older-looking man told him as he sat on a chair facing Harry's bed. "Imagine seeing magic," he told him. Harry sighed and did what he was told. Immediately, the walls began glowing again. Harry quickly turned it off.
"You'll learn how to use it properly in time," he said. "The name's Croaker by the way. I'm the Head Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries," he introduced himself.
"Why am I here?" Harry said with a croaking voice. His mouth felt incredibly dry. Croaker handed him a glass of cold water which he gratefully drank down.
"Someone placed your uncle under the Imperius Curse. A few nights ago, he snuck into your room while you were asleep and nearly beat you to death," Croaker told him without sugar-coating it. Harry gasped, his eyes wide with shock. "Thankfully, we were monitoring your home and were keeping a close eye on you. We got there in time to rescue you."
"Why?" he wondered, not liking the idea of being spied on.
"There's a small faction of Unspeakables that don't like where our world is going. The incompetent leaders, the special privileges given to the wealthy few, the turning of blind eyes to certain crimes …" he shook his head. "That's not to mention the fact that the Dark Lord is still alive. I guarantee that the Ministry will not take that information kindly. They will attempt to smear your name and overstep their bounds to achieve whatever it is that they want."
The man stood up and kept on talking. "That's what my group is preparing for. We intended to give you a few more years if possible before bringing you into the fold. The attack on you rushed our plans."
"You want me?" Harry asked, confused. "Is it because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived?"
"You are the one destined to defeat him once and for all. I simply want to give you the tools and knowledge that you will need to do so. Tell me … Has Dumbledore trained you even though both of you know that Voldemort is still alive?"
Harry shook his head.
"Dumbledore wishes to give you a proper childhood. He means well, but it is a grave mistake on his part. How can you have a childhood when your uncle is being cursed to kill you?" Croaker asked. Harry thought that he had a point.
"So you want to help me?" Harry asked. He wasn't going to lie, the prospect of battling Voldemort and his stooges kept him up at night. He gave himself no chance to actually win.
"Yes. I want you to become a part of my group. An official Unspeakable. You will have the resources of the Department of Mysteries on your side. Do you agree?"
It only took him a few seconds to think about it. "Yes!" He needed every advantage that he could get to win and stay alive.
"Good. Sign this," he ordered, pulling out a contract that had multiple names on it. "It's been signed by everyone in our group, including me." Harry read over the short contract and found it to be fair. It only kept them from betraying the group and one another. Croaker handed him a red quill.
"It's a blood quill. It uses your blood as ink. It'll cut whatever you write into the back of your hand … just so you know."
Harry nodded and wrote his name. He winced as it cut into his hand. Almost instantly, the cut healed.
"Congratulations, Potter," he said, rolling up the contract and putting it away.
"So when will I get this help that you speak of?" Harry asked, sitting up. The man tossed him a solid steel bar, which he caught.
"We already have. Try to bend it."
Harry shrugged and pushed both sides of the bar together. He squeaked in shock as the solid metal whined and clinked as it bent and twisted. Harry dropped the bent bar like it was red hot.
"What did you do to me?" he whispered.
"You were too damaged to be saved the traditional way. We had been planning to give you some upgrades when you were older, but we had to do them now just to keep you alive," Croaker explained.
"So I'm strong?" Harry asked.
"Here, this will be much faster. Don't freak out. All will be explained in a second," Croaker said as he walked up next to him. Harry nodded. He gasped when the man plugged something into his head. It looked like a glowing test tube was sticking out of the side of his skull. Croaker pulled out two vials with swirling silvery substances in each. It didn't look solid or even like a gas. He used his wand to pull each one from the vial and placed it in the glass tube. Within seconds, Harry had his answers.
He could see exactly how bad of shape he was in. He heard the explanations of everyone involved as they worked on him. He even blushed madly when the Veela had her turn.
"Understand now?" Harry heard as he flopped back on his bed, still in shock. He silently nodded his head.
"We've Obliviated your family and returned your uncle. We're making sure that no one knows that you're not living at home at the moment. From what I know, the Weasleys are planning to invite you to the finals of the Quidditch World Cup. That gives us twenty days to get you up to snuff."
Harry shook himself out of his stupor. He needed to get started now if he wanted to survive. No matter how weird it was, he had been given a great opportunity, and he didn't want to squander it. "Let's get started!" Harry suddenly said and jumped out of bed. He was only wearing pajama pants. When he saw how tall he was, he yelped and nearly fell over. Croaker conjured a full-length mirror for him to examine himself.
He still looked the same, only a bit older and more chiseled in the face. Where he really changed was the body. He was tall! Over a head taller than he was before. Not only that, but his stomach, chest, arms, and shoulders were rippling with sinewy muscles. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or anything. He was still thin but way more muscled than he was before. "You'll need to be careful about your strength until you get used to it. You could end up hurting someone," Croaker warned.
He nodded and finally tore his attention away from the mirror. "So where do we start?"
"We start by adding more memories. You won't suddenly become a master of magic, but you'll at least know how to cast all of the spells. You'll need to practice them if you want to master them. I would suggest breakfast first though."
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead as he waved his new backup wand through the air, sending off Hacking Curses at dummies that were on the other side of the room. He watched as they hit true and jaggedly ripped half of their heads off. He had already been practicing for ten days at that point. Every day he received new memory lessons that furthered his knowledge of magic. Most of the time, they were lessons on spells, wards, enchantments, or other useful pieces of magic. Yesterday he had learned how to create a portkey. The day before that, he learned how to apparate. He had to be taken to a special room to practice those though.
He had met most of the people involved in his recreation, and they explained the process and his abilities in even further detail. Today he was meeting the final one.
"Harry?" a very sensual and feminine voice broke him of his concentration. He turned around and blushed madly when he saw what had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She was smirking and walking toward him in such a way that made her hips sway back and forth. Harry doubted that any man could handle her sheer sexiness. Thankfully, his talisman was blocking her Allure, so he didn't make a complete fool of himself. At least he didn't until he opened his mouth.
"I'm Harry Pooter! Noice to meet you!" was what came out. He pinched the area between his eyes in embarrassment as she laughed softly.
"It's nice to meet you, Harry. I'm afraid that I can't give you my name. Confidential and all. But today, I'm going to teach you everything that you need to know about seduction," she smiled sexily as Harry gulped and nodded his head. With that, they went to a secret room and got to work.