Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and others, but not me.
A.N.
Harry Potter: Unspeakable
~"Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't
see it's brain." Molly Weasley, HP&CoS~
~"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly
are…" Dumbledore, HP&CoS~
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Harry woke and found himself in darkness.
He tried sitting p and then bumped himself on a smooth but woody ceiling.
It felt like cushioning underneath him, and as he groped around, he found that he was in some kind of human sized bed/box.
It was very hot and virtually stifling, so Harry lay on his back again, trying to calm himself.
He couldn't see anything, and heard nothing but his heart pounding heavily.
It was almost like he was dead.
He felt around himself some more, and turned so he was lying on his stomach instead.
As his fingers slid around the sheets, he felt a familiarly long stick.
"My wand!" Harry exclaimed, surprising himself.
He could talk after all.
"I'm actually not dreaming or anything…" Harry mumbled, pinching himself.
"Lumos."
The area around him lit up.
He was in an odd box…
It was like a coffin…
He stared around, and then froze at a sudden revelation.
He was in a coffin.
They had buried him alive.
He wasn't sure who "they" were, but he was definitely in a coffin.
He was overcome with shivers and macabre thoughts.
Did they bother to check if he was alive? … Why was he here? … Did they all hate him? … Who are "they"? … Where was everyone?
He pushed the thoughts away, realizing he would die from suffocation if he didn't get out.
He pointed his wand.
"Penevburus."
A large hole has suddenly appeared.
The only problem was that is was in the wrong direction.
Professor Sprout had taught them that spell, saying that it was good for making acre-sized holes in the ground.
She never said anything else about it.
Harry had thought that it was good for making all sorts of holes, but apparently, what Sprout had said was quite literal.
"Solumus periphus."
The hole in his coffin in which he fell through and the hole he had created radiated artificial sunlight.
If someone was after him, he might as well hide in a decent dwelling, so he came up with another idea.
"Accio flat."
His flat had appeared in the center of the hole.
If he kept this up, he could have his own land underneath his grave.
"Aerires ethetis."
Herbology was useful after all.
The spell was used to put air into the greenhouses and yet not have it contaminated by the air outside.
The spell would have to be refreshed over and over unless he had plants though.
And that he learned in primary school.
His science teacher used to say "Plants take CO2 and give O2, while kids give CO2 and take O2."
Plants were good for food too, and artificial sunlight worked just as well as regular sunlight.
He had no way of bringing plants here though.
He had to get out like he had planned to.
He climbed back up through the hole in his coffin, and then banished the lid of the coffin, expecting open air.
Dirt immediately fell through the space opened up, landing on the sheets and splinters of parts of the bottom of the coffin.
Then a cold gust hit him.
He was out.
He looked around, feeling slightly frozen, and teeth chattering.
He was very close to a large dark forest, but behind the forest, he caught a glimpse of Hogwarts.
His morbid thoughts from earlier returned.
Why didn't anyone check to see he was alive?
He turned around and looked at his now empty and damaged grave
Didn't anyone notice that his grave was blasted open?
Almost as an answer to his question, a cold hand landed on his shoulder.
Harry suddenly remembered that somebody had laid his or her hand on his shoulder too, but he wound up in the grave afterwards.
He instantaneously kicked backwards.
He heard a feminine voice wince, and turned around.
"Who are you?" Harry asked his hand on his wand in his pocket.
"Cassiope Edeth. I work at the Department of mysteries and I only came to check who was the prick that busted up the tomb of Harry Potter. I was going to ask who you were, but you kicked me first." The brunette replied tetchily, rubbing her thigh.
He relaxed and released his wand.
He didn't know much about the ministry, but he trusted her for now.
"I thought you were someone else." Harry replied honestly.
"I noticed."
"Good luck with finding out who did it though. I really have to go… I have to find my…er… uncle." Harry stumbled, not wanting to be asked anything.
"You're really bad a lying, you know that?"
"I wasn't lying."
"Sure. And I'm the first female minister of magic."
"I really have to go." Harry said.
"You do, but you won't." Calliope said calmly pointing to the grave.
Harry stared.
"Everyone knows Harry Potter is dead. They couldn't detect a heartbeat. If they found a person impersonating him, they'd have him or her dead."
"Yes, but I swear by his death that I didn't do it." Harry said, knowing that he was alive, so this couldn't be counted as a lie.
"I know you're telling the truth. Harry Potter, I presume?" she asked, putting out her hand.
"I thought you said Harry Potter was dead." Harry said, wondering where this was heading.
" I did. I never said I agreed with what everyone thought." She said, offering her hand again.
"Yes, I'm Harry Potter." Harry said, shaking her hand, feeling bewildered.
"Good. Now you'll have to come with me." She said.
"I thought you believed I was Harry Potter." Harry said, expecting to be murdered now.
"I never said I didn't. I'm an Unspeakable. And you will become one too, and you have no choice about it whether you want to or not." She said grabbing his hand.
Having no time to react, he was tugged into a portkey like thing, and found himself in a dimly lit but crowded café.
"Drink coffee?" she asked, sitting on a tall stool, and motioning for him to sit too.
"Not really." He said, wondering what was going to happen next.
"That's too bad. Anyway, nothing's going to happen to you. Don't try to run off though. The exit is inaccessible unless you're an Unspeakable."
"I wasn't planning to run off."
"That's good to know."
The bartender came over to them.
"It's pretty chilly out, but what will you two have?" he friendly said.
"Two Butterbeers." She replied, and then turned back to Harry.
"There are many types of Unspeakables. There are Undercovers to spy and to be like the average wizard, Strategists, etc. None of us are 100% human. We're all marked at the same places." She explained, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt.
She brushed her hands over the inner sides of her lower sections of the arms.
One barely visible scar ran from the underside of the wrist to between the inner side of the elbow and the wrist on both arms.
"They're not cuts made by blades, but cuts made from magic."
"Do they ever hurt?" Harry asked curiously, squinting to see the line.
"Strangely no. But they're made to kill you if you betray the group."
A house elf like creature brought the Butterbeers.
"Hello Cassiope. Harry is to be initiated in 10." The elf creature said in a child like voice, as she left.
They both drank some Butterbeer.
"That's Sprite. She's a house elf, but she was raised with the Unspeakables, so she is paid. It might seem a bit odd to you, but we pay house elves since they are free here." Cassiope said taking another sip.
"It's not that odd." Harry said, thinking about Dobby.
He had a sudden pang to see his best friends.
He stared past his mug thinking.
He wasn't going to be able to actually talk to them anymore.
They'd never know that he was alive.
But it was probably better off that way…
He was dead to them for…
"How long was I supposedly dead?" Harry asked.
"…4 months. You died on June 31st, and it's the 30th of November now." Cassiope said, thinking.
"How is it possible that I was out that long?" Harry asked incredulously.
"I think your body was sort of "frozen" for a moment, and you've been "thawing" out since then. I'm not sure." Cassiope answered, shrugging."
"Does that mean I haven't aged for 4 months?"
"I don't know. You should finish your Butterbeer though. You're going to be out of it for about a week after the initiation which is in about a minute, because you have to answer some questions first."
"I was only asking a few questions. I'm done with it anyway."
Sprite reappeared directly after he spoke.
"Come with me Harry." Sprite said, holding out her hand.
Harry took it and found himself in a room similar to a surgeon's room.
Other house elves were there.
"I'm Gecko, and all I need from you are a few answers." The elf said.
"Ok."
"Are you allergic to anything?"
"Not that I know of."
"Ok. Do you have hemophilia?"
"No."
"Are you willing to become an Unspeakable?"
"Yes."
"Good. If you are not, you will die through the process."
"That's nice to know." Harry said slightly sarcastic.
"It is," Gecko, replied in the same tone, "Now, what color is this flower?" Gecko said holding up a pink flower,
"Pink."
"Good, now what does it smell like?" Gecko said, holding it underneath his nose.
Harry breathed in to smell it.
"A… some sort of flowery… type of smell... I don't know… the name…" Harry said drowsily.
He fell asleep.
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