Unspoken
by Teddylonglong
Please refer to chapter 1 for my disclaimer and warnings. Thank you.
After discussing their plans once more with Nicholas and Perenelle, Harry and Nix readied themselves for their time slide.
"Paws, I am going to cast a charm that will see to it that we remain together," Nix announced, right before Harry could feel a bout of magic coming from the yeti.
"Thanks," he uttered and set to concentrate on the date for his time slide, 'October 30, 1981, seven o'clock in the morning.'
When Nix asked, "Ready?", Harry nodded and began to slide.
HP
An instant later, they arrived right in the Flamels' living room, from where they had left, only to realise that it was empty.
"Perhaps, they're just having breakfast. Come." Nix pulled Harry through the half-open door into the kitchen, where they immediately found themselves at wand point.
"Time is destiny." Harry's voice was firm, before he added, "Good morning, Perenelle and Nicholas. Sorry for intruding without forewarning."
"Who are you?"
"This is Nix, and I am Harry Potter, Mini Unspeakable Paws of Team 13. We've come from nine years into the future, and Archie…" Seeing that Nicholas nodded, he continued, "… sent us here." Only then did he recall the letter, which Nicholas had given him and quickly handed it over.
"Well, then take a seat." Perenelle ushered them into chairs around the kitchen table and placed steaming mugs with tea in front of them.
In the meantime, Nicholas engrossed himself in his older self's writing. 'He should be more than nine years younger than before, but I can't see any difference,' Harry thought, before he recalled that the man was already more than six hundred years old, although he did not look much older than Artemis, Sirius and Remus.
Nicholas suddenly turned to Harry. "Please explain in your words why exactly you wished to go on such an endeavour."
Harry nodded, carefully putting the bread roll, of which he had just been about to take his first bite, back onto his plate. "One of my godfathers is a werewolf, and we wanted to develop a potion to heal him, but neither Whisker nor Felina, our colleagues in Team 13, nor Archie nor I am a Potions Master, and Whisker told me my birth mother was one. Granny Minerva from Hogwarts said she wished my birth mother was there to wash Dumbledore's beard and give him his greater good or such. So, we really need her in our time. Plus, my godfathers are missing my father a lot and always tell me that he was great fun, so I want to fetch both my birth parents to the future."
"Won't people be surprised if they suddenly show up after being dead for almost a decade?"
Harry shook his head. "No sir. Croaker already promised to keep them in the Unspeakables' office, so that no one except for our teammates and the closest family needs to know."
He looked up in surprise, when the three adults began to chuckle, wondering, 'Did I say something wrong?'
"Harry, you're very sweet. I am sure that your parents will be very proud of you." Perenelle smiled.
"He is exceptional." Nicholas was still chuckling. "In all my six hundred years of life, I haven't met such an interesting kid." Turning to his wife, he explained, "According to my older self, he cast a bonding spell at a muggle girl at the age of five, who is his wife and an Unspeakable now in spite of being a muggle."
Perenelle remained pensive, before she replied, "Do you remember Tabitha, that very old woman in our youth, who had been given magic by Salazar Slytherin? Originally, she had been a Squib?"
Nicholas shook his head. "I don't remember that story, but I am certain that Harry will try to go back in time to ask Slytherin about that."
Nix lightly protested. "Not now, and Harry should be older for such a far distance travel. Time sliding affords much magic."
Harry did not comment; however, he had heard everything and filed it to the back of his mind for later use. 'I'll do that as soon as possible, with or without Nix,' he resolved. 'Too bad that I can't take Connie with me.'
Nicholas cleared his throat. "As far as I know, the Potters are living in hiding, probably under the Fidelius charm, which means that Harry is the only of us able to enter their house, considering that he's living with them as a baby in this time. Therefore, I suggest that we head to the ministry and try to speak with James Potter first."
"Can't I simply go and talk to them at their home?"
"How can you prove that you're you? All they know is that their son Harry is a baby living together with them. You're eleven?"
"Ten."
"Harry, we will do as Archie says." Nix' voice was firm. "He and I will keep you safe."
After what was Harry's second breakfast that day, they once more threw their Unspeakable robes over and one by one stepped into the fireplace heading to the Unspeakables' office. Archie took them to see Croaker first, insisting to introduce them to the head Unspeakable to have his support just in case anything might go wrong.
Croaker listened to their story with apparent interest and assured Harry that he was always welcome to come to him if his assistance was required.
"Thank you, sir. May I bring my birth parents to you right afterwards?"
Croaker nodded. "Please do so, even if I know that you're going to take them into the future with you." Turning to the others, he added, "As you might know, these are difficult times. I doubt that James Potter will simply believe you; however, he knows me and I hope that he at least trusts me to some extent. Therefore, I shall head to the Auror's office and ask him for an audience in private. You are welcome to wait here."
Harry noticed in amusement that Croaker's office was at least slightly cleaner than it had been in his own time. Many of the parchment the head Unspeakable seemed to have gathered in the future were still missing from his office. They found three empty chairs and sat down to wait for the head Unspeakable to return, hopefully with his birth father.
HP
James Potter readied himself for the day, as he waited for Sirius to show up for another long day of hunting down Death Eaters. 'Can't he be on time for once?' he thought in annoyance. It was not Sirius' fault that he was so grumpy this morning. In fact, his wife and the love of his life, Lily, was a Seer and had predicted that they were both going to die soon. He had assured her that they were safe multiple times; however, Lily was still very worried. 'Oh well, it's understandable with Harry still so small and a baby on the way,' he thought in understanding.
Suddenly, his attention became diverted, when an Unspeakable entered the room.
"James Potter, do you have a few minutes? I am Croaker."
James nodded and readily rose from his chair, before he remembered to ask, "How do I know that you are Croaker? Anyone could steal an Unspeakables' cloak."
"Constant vigilance," Moody roared from the back of the room. "Well done, Potter."
"I swear on my magic that I am Head Unspeakable Croaker. Now, will you accompany me into my office for a moment please?"
"If he's not back in an hour, I'll come after you, Croaker."
"Moody, you should know me better." The Unspeakable shook his head in apparent annoyance, before he led James out of the room and into the Unspeakables' office.
James stared at Croaker in annoyance upon realising that there were three more hooded Unspeakables occupying his office. 'Who are they?' he wondered in confusion.
"Messieurs, may I suggest to forgo everything you have been told at the Unspeakables' office and lower your hoods?" Croaker demanded more than he asked, and the three hooded figures complied.
James was not sure, however, if he felt relief, fear or anger upon seeing what seemed to be a light blue teddy bear along with a boy, who was the spitting image of himself, and another unknown wizard.
"James, this is Nicholas Flamel. I trust that you've heard about him?"
James nodded. "I have, but if he is THE Nicholas Flamel, he should be about 600 years old."
"That I am, Auror Potter. Now, please let me explain. These two, Unspeakables Nix and Paws, are time travellers."
James' eyes narrowed. "Time travellers?" he asked in disbelief. "Don't tell me that it's me from the future."
The kid who was the younger, spitting image of himself had the gall to chuckle, completely ignoring the glare he sent at him.
"No, Dad, I'm Harry, your son."
tbc...?
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