Warnings: Harry/Tom, James bashing, Lily Bashing, Corban is Harry's uncle, Lily is not Harry's mother.

Inspired by the Keeper of Secrets by Star Polaris

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Spell fire lit up the dark library as one man tried to secure his books. The once full shelves now only had a handful of books on its shelves. Once it wasinvitong to it's Keeper and those he chose to allow entry. Now that safety was a memory.

It was too late to escape he knew that. Grindelwald and his Reapers had come for him and all those like him. How Grindelwald found out about him specifically he did not know. The names and locations of each country's Keeper was a closely guarded secret. Few if any in the governments even remembered they existed.

He was the last German Keeper. The previous Keeper had been killed over a hundred and fifty years ago. When he was just an apprentice. He had been thought to be the last. How easily the normal Wizards had forgotten that they were not the same as Pureblood lines. A Keeper was chosen by Blessed Mother Lady Magic herself. They were marked at birth.

All he could do now was protect their remaining secrets. The books must not under any circumstances fall into the hands of Grindelwald. He knew he could not protect them as he once did. As soon as he felt his wards rock with the force of the attacks he begun his preparations.

A green spell wizzed past him hitting one of his protectors. His last one. His time was up he realized as he watched his oldest friend Tanner, freeze and fall. Lifeless blue eyes stared up at the ceiling but Tanner had bought him just enough time.

Slamming the trunk closed he locked it with a drop of his blood. It sealed with a whirl and he pressed his hand into the rune. Like a portkey had activated it swirled around disappearing to the closest Keeper. Their secrets would be safe from the likes of Grindelwald.

A hand closed around the collar of his robes and hauled him across the floor of his study. He struggled to break free or at least gain his feet. It was unslightly to be dragged in such a way. A curse to the back of his leg sent him back to the floor with a pained cry unable to keep it quiet. He was getting too old for this.

Before he could do much however he was thrown in front of Grindelwald. Cold mismatched eyes stared down at him. For a brief moment he considered reaching for his wand. Then he discarded the idea. It had been decades since he fought in any kind of duel. Only pain lay behind that path.

Grindelwald said in a cold as ice voice, "Where did you send the library, Keeper?"

"I couldn't tell you, Grindelwald," he laughed even as one of the Reapers dug their wand into the side of his neck, "The magic sends it to them without our knowledge. You have lost."

"I can force you to recall it," snarled the Dark Lord.

He laughed harder, "That's the best part of the failsafe Grindelwald. I cannot recall it."

"Then you are of no use to me," Grindelwald said eerily calm, " Avada Kedavra."

The green light flashed and he knew nothing more.

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Corban stood in the atrium waiting for the visitor his Lord and Minister asked for. Tom had heard from the Unspeakables about a new form of magical travel. As a general rule his Lord kept England up to date on any advancements in magic.

Due to Dumbledore's manipulation some of that was easier said than done. A lot of magic was still considered illegal. Even those that werent considered illegal were considered too weak to be useful. Every time Tom tried to revoke it the infighting would keep anything from being done. Many Lords who had bloodlines that specialized in "weak" magic were sending their Heirs off to other schools.

For his part Corban was one of these Lords. His nephew and Heir, Harrison was a Nightingale graduate. Nightingale until recent decades had been a little known school that catered to creatures or the more powerful wizards. They only allowed their students to come back for one week during Yule. All other times they were in the school or with their Masters learning about the Guilds. Unlike many students his nephew did not return to his his parents. Harrison did not consider James, his second wife Lily, or his half siblings to be his family.

Harrison was a graduate of Nightingale now in fact. He worked as a top ranking Master of Spacial Magic in France. From the letter Corban received his nephew had created new form of travel as part of his Mastery. That had been years ago and he spent all the time in-between perfecting it. Only a year prior did it go on the market.

He wondered if Harrison would be coming to England to set it up. As much as he'd love to see his nephew he hoped not. James Potter, the youth's sperm donor was in the Ministry that day. The confrontation between father and son would not be pretty. Corban wouldn't put it past his nephew to blast the man through the wards. Not to mention the youth had the subtlety of a Gryffindor.

Corban's attention was drawn to a purple and black doorway opening in the middle of the atrium. Those closest to it jumped back in fear and uncertainty. They likely thought it was a possible attack on the Ministry. No if Corban had to guess it was his eccentric nephew who despite having passed his Etiquette class with an O could not understand why he opening portals without warning was rude.

Until he heard Harrison shout, "Invoke Dispel!"

The portal immediately shut but not before a green spell had been thrown through. It barely missed his nephew who threw himself to the side. Thankfully it didn't hit anyone in his proximity but the wall. Where it hit became singed with a black mark.

The figure he assumed was his nephew swayed heavily. He wore black robes with silver stars around the bottom signifying his Mastery level within Spacial Magic. From his position Corban couldn't see anything else he was wearing or his facial features.

Then his instincts kicked in and he called out hoping that he was wrong, "Harrison!"

The figure turned and he recognized the 21 year olds features. Harrison Potter-Yaxley stood their his green eyes were glazed and filled with pain. What the hell?

Before anyone could react he collapsed into a heap convulsing. Using his position within the Ministry to bypass the wards Corban apparated to his nephew's side. Once there he dropped to his knees by the youth's side and immediately recognized the Battle Mage protections on the robes. They were purposely enchanted by a Master Enchanter to protect from everything but the most deadly of magic.

By the wounds that had torn through Harrison's clothes someone had every intention on killing him. It was possible that the only thing that had saved his life was the portal stones. Though if he remembered correctly simply setting them up should have taken more time than one would have in a battle.

Glancing around he spied the portal stones. They were two slightly different sized stones inscribed with unfamiliar runes. They were certainly different than the ones Harrison had been using. He was curious but first he had to treat his nephew.

"Yaxley, what happened?" Came the familiar cold voice of his Lord.

Turning he saw a man a little more than six feet tall with dark wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. His face was youthful not at all looking his nearly seventy years. He wore immaculate robes that were tailored perfectly. Everything about his screamed power. It was why so many had followed him.

Corban said unsure as he glanced back at his nephew, "He came through a portal under spell fire. The burn on the wall was from a curse. Someone intended on killing him."

"Do we know who he is?"

Corban masked his emotions as he said, "He would be my nephew Heir Harrison Potter-Yaxley."

Tom seemed to consider Harrison with a more favorable light. After a moment he ordered, "Take him to the Infirmary. Alert me when he wakes."