Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and others, but not me.
A.N. No quotes this time.
Harry Potter: Unspeakable
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As soon as he heard a scream, Harry stood up to see what was wrong.
"Sit down Potter." Cassiope said.
Trift had brought the drinks.
Harry ignored her, continuing to look for where the scream came from.
Then he noticed a distressed female looking statue crumble away, forming a puddle of frothing sickly looking blood, evaporating away.
"What's that?" Harry asked, repulsed by it.
"A traitor." Cassiope calmly replied, sipping the espresso.
Harry gave her a questioning look.
"A traitor."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning she was going to use her Unerliine power to do harm to the Unspeakable, but failed to block the markings from detecting it."
"Detect what?"
"The markings on our arms can detect if you are really with foul purposes against the Legion of unspeakables. L.O.U. for short. You can keep a mental block up, but if you're low on power, it lapses, and you're eliminated, although not definitely like that. She was obviously trying to use her power for personal gain, because that's how their deaths are like."
"Why is there a difference?"
"I don't know. I'll get Devon."
Cassiope cupped her hands, and small orb filled it.
She stared into it as if communicating telepathically.
A minute later, a spiked silver haired male popped up.
Cassiope exchanged looks with him and then vanished.
The guy, looking only slightly older then him approached him.
"Hey Harry, I'm Devon. How are you?"
"I'm fine, nice to meet you. You?" Harry asked, lacking anything else to say.
"Just fine. You have questions?" Devon asked quizzically.
"Er… Yeah. What's the difference about training and before training?"
"Before training, you don't know how to wield the power, and you die within a week without it. After training, your life is kept alive by the mark. To work against the life preserver would be to ask to die."
"I don't understand." Harry said apologetically.
"Ok, well, let's put it this way. Your life is being maintained by the Incantus mirus, a type of benevolent wizarding bacteria with the DNA of the Phaergrax. It takes a week for your body to make antibodies for the bacteria, and the macrophages will consume them, and destroy them. Your system is currently depending on the Phaergrax DNA to live."
"Why can't I live like a normal wizard then?"
"Do you know why or how your body was "frozen" in time?"
"No. If I did, I'd get who did it for wrecking my life." Harry said irately, but trying to remain calm.
"We ran a sample of your blood through a couple of tests, and whoever it was, had tried to kill you with the Killing curse. They were probably weak Death Eaters with barely enough magic to slowly send you to your death while he or she had you already unconscious."
"What?"
"You were actually dying, however slowly, but you came up dead through the spell commonly used to check if a person was dead."
"How did I wind up "dead" then?" Harry asked, tapping his foot.
"I… I don't know. I only specialize in the Bios. I'll get Librean." Devon answered.
"Ok."
Devon cupped his hands and an orb formed like it had with Cassiope.
"Librean'll be here in bout 5 minutes."
"Ok. Do you really have names like that?"
"Now we do. You get a different alias after training. It's weird for the first few days but you get used to it."
"How is it weird?"
"Well… You get a different name. By then you've already gotten used to the vocal cord alterations. Your wardrobe is designed by someone else, and after "training", you get another training, to change your mannerisms, and your image is recreated."
"Recreated?" Harry asked, wondering if it had anything to do with surgery.
"Magical masks. They're only removable by trained members of LOU. Your hair is changed through temporary LOU only dyes. It feels weird for about a day or so."
"Ok. Thanks for explaining to me." Harry said feeling relieved.
"No problem at all."
A female blond appeared, looking around.
"Over here!" Devon called out to her.
"Hi, I'm Librean. I am, like… so glad to meet you." The girl said coming over with a bubbly smile.
"Er… hi. I'm Harry." Harry said, suddenly seeing an image of a valley girl.
"Bye Harry, Lib. I have stuff to do." Devon said, vanishing.
Librean chortled.
Harry turned back to stare at her.
"I was kidding with the act. First impressions aren't the best things to judge upon sometimes. I am glad to meet you though." Librean explained.
"Ok."
"Devon, who's gone now, said you needed some answers for charms." Librean stated.
"Yeah. I was wondering why I came up "dead" for the spells that checked to see if I was dead or not."
"Well… The spell, Morus Enrapicus checks to see if any Killing Curses had hit you. It's assumed that if the curse hits you, you die, so nobody has actually really bothered to check the origins of the spell anymore, and they were probably unaware of what it was for. Anyway, two had come up for you. One was the one that scarred you while you were a child; the other one was a very weak one, sending you off to a slow death. You would have died if it had a bit more power. Apparently you're very lucky."
"Maybe." Harry responded.
"Anything else?"
"One more question."
"Go ahead."
"Why am I depending on the Phaergrax to live?"
"It because the killing curse is virtually unstoppable, and the DNA boosted your system, and it's no longer the same body that was affected by the curse. Once the I.m. is gone, the DNA within it is gone with it, and you body reverts back to human. Then you die. That's all there is to it."
"Oh. Why doesn't the LOU develop a permanent way to keep them alive in case training is delayed?"
"They can. They can bind the DNA to a benevolent virus called Incantus prifus."
"Then why don't they?"
"To do so would be to kill yourself. The mark would do it to you. The only thing keeping us together is the mark. With the Incantus prifus we would be working outside of the mark. It cannot be done by anyone anyway. You can try but the mark would stop it. The mental block can only go so far, and this one thing is one of them that cannot be covered by the mark."
"Oh." Harry said, but secretly was thinking if it was possible for him to do it because he wasn't depending on the mark currently.
"Tom Riddle had attempted to do the same, but he did not have Phaergrax blood. He will never have it unless one of us betrays the LOU, and if you actually plot to do so, you die from the mark. Those without the mark are incapable of truly utilizing the magic."
"Ok. I'd be very lost without you." Harry said.
"I doubt that, but ok. I hate to run but I have to go."
Harry nodded to acknowledge it.
"Enjoy yourself. You can see the floor plans on the walls near the bookcases. It actually shows you where your quarters are, and the lounge in your section where you can meet people that are around your age, and are new trainees like you."
With that she vanished.
Harry got up and headed to the map.
The lounge seemed as good as any.
Apprentice Lounge
He reappeared in a large room, somewhat similar to a common room.
There was a bit of everything here.
He missed Ron, and everyone else though.
Noticing that there was a book called "Best (and Worst) Quidditch Bios and Stats", he took it and started reading.
A red head walked up to him while he was half way through.
"Hi, I'm Sam."
"I'm Harry."
"Is it your first time here since coming to the LOU?"
Harry nodded, noticing that Sam was holding a crate of Quidditch balls.
"I'm new too, but I found this lying around in the dusty corner."
"How can it be dusty? Don't they play Quidditch?" Harry asked.
"I think somebody did. They have a field out there and…" Sam paused.
"…So we could actually play if we get enough people." Harry finished.
The two rushed around looking for people.
They managed to get 8 boys including themselves, and 6 girls, playing a few games with the end score tying.
Harry slumped off to bed later after getting dinner with the group.
He missed Ron and Hermione, but it wasn't so bad.
He felt normal here.
He had made new friends.
Then he wondered if they still remembered him.
Exhaustion from playing brought sleep to him.
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Harry woke around 3 in the morning.
He was actually having a pleasant dream when he heard a thumping sound.
He listened carefully.
There was nothing.
He was getting back to sleep when he heard it again.
He opened his eyes widely and listened.
Now there was a scratching sound.
It was coming from the window.
A familiar but still odd cry called out.
Harry got out of bed and cautiously approached the window.
A.N. Cliffhanger, hanging from the cliff and that's how come he's called cliff hanger…
Thanks to
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