Chapter 13 The department of mysteries

Harry arrived in the now well known circular room and headed quickly to the special door.

"Harry James Potter." he stated with barely conceited rage and the door opened after the usual scan.

He stepped through and ran into the hands from Rick who tried to calm him down, to no avail though.

"Where is that fool?" Harry bellowed.

"Calm down. That is not going not help you!" Rick tried to soothe him.

"How could that happen? ... Wait, I know! That has to have been that 'eager' assistant."

Even Rick swallowed at the angry mage and Harry shoved him out of the way.

He stormed down to the supervisor-office and knocked the door... down.

It was blown out of its hinges.

He stepped in, "Sorry about that. Where. is. HE?" he asked with a voice of steel.

"Mr. Potter" the head of the department roared and the assistant fainted at the sight of the fuming Harry Potter. His green eyes were glowing and his arms were catching blue flames but they were under his control... yet.

"Mr. Potter! Calm down! Please! We will do what we can to rectify this, but please, calm down!" the head of the department pleaded.

Harry scanned him with his at the moment full working empathic gift.

He sensed sincerity, worry and suppressed anger directed to his assistant.

Harry nodded and the power around him ceased slowly while the flames seemed to be sucked back into Harry's forearms.

"Well?" he demanded, "How did that happen? Did he think he would do me a special favor while he reported my most important secret to a phoenix-agent who's boss was at the same time the director and boss of my girlfriend or what?"

"Yes he did." the head of the Department Mr. Onyx sighed.

"What do we do now? I want her under protection." Harry demanded. It seemed not occur to him for any second that he was speaking to an elder and a higher ranking wizard even if he was kind of independent.

Rick had now followed Harry to the office too.

"Rick, what do you reckon is the least he will need to complete his training?" Mr. Onyx asked.

"I don't know Stanley. If he is able to keep up his pace he may be able to get it down in three years."

"Three years. That is nearly the limit. It... it would be possible." Stanley seemed to be deeply in thought. After a minute of musing he spoke again: "Mr. Potter, as you are aware, Rick is retired. He was the last warlock and therefore the only one who could offer a fair protection to Miss Tonks. You are right it was our failure that she is in danger now, but the cause of the danger are you... a future warlock and an independent one. It is also you who is Voldemort after. The best solution would be, that you would guard her yourself. If you can stop them from getting to her... fine. If they do get her though, you will be the best one to get her out. You are also the one who is destined to deal with Voldemort. It fits all together. Yes... it would be the best if you would guard her, maybe even together with Rick. But there is one problem. You are no warlock and you are not trained... yet. As I said I would do all to rectify this error. How about this? I could send you back to her in one week, as full trained warlock... if you get it down in three years."

"If that is possible, I would like that." Harry answered instantly.

Stanley mused, "Ok, here is the deal. We will send you back in time three years. You will stay in a safe location and are not to interfere in already happened events. The same goes for Rick. Can you think of such a place?"

"Yes, Godric's Hollow. We can obliviate the elves there afterwards." Harry explained at once.

"Fine. That is perfect."

"We would have to leave this place for a hour in this summer, because that was the only time I visited."

"That you can manage. After that you will return to here... tomorrow, so to say. You will absolve the tests for mastership then. That will take the rest of the week. The examination involves a test of undercover work though. You are to spend a time of two weeks in disguise on the side of your girlfriend as her bodyguard without revealing your secret. That will be your last test. You both will get there for the last test in disguise as full privileged Unspeakables. If Rick agrees to help you with this, that is. But I believe he has a score to settle too."

"I will stand by him." Rick said determined.

"And I will agree to your deal, the last test included. Two weeks? Is Harry Potter able to send her a innocent message to soothe her?" Harry asked.

"That we will decide... tomorrow. Now follow me to the library to get you all you need and then to the Room of Time."

They went to the library and got nearly seventy books... as disguised copies again. They were shrunken in a little trunk. The rest they would buy later in the past. They could live an everyday life but not otherwise interfere in history.

After the library they went to the Room of Time. Harry has been in there already during the battle in his last year.

Two Unspeakables in white robes awaited them.

The head of the department turned to Harry and Rick.

"You have to swear a wizards oath that you will not interfere in history in any way."

Harry and Rick nodded and took the oath.

Stanley ordered then the Unspeakables in the white robes to open a great time portal. No normal wizard knew that they were able to do that. It was one of the best kept secrets of the department and the maximum travel back in time would be three and a half year, but they decided for three years to take no unnecessary risk. The normal wizard only knew that Time Turners existed which could take a wizard only a short period back in time and they were also well guarded by the department.

"Well then you two. I have faith in you both. Be careful and learn as much as you can, Mr. Potter. I will see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Mr. Onyx and thank you." Harry answered.

"Bye Stanley. I will see you in three years." said Rick.

They stepped through the portal and were swirled away through the time. It seemed to them that they were falling through a tunnel of rainbow colored light.

After what seemed to be an hour, they fell out of the tunnel onto a green lawn. As they looked up they were in front of the Potter Manor in Godric's Hollow.

"Well then, Harry, let's get started!" Rick said enthusiastically.

They settled in the house after they made themselves known to the three house elves.

After that they informed them that they had to be obliviated after three years but the elves agreed willingly. They were eager to serve the two new masters.

Rick and his apprentice went again through the big house and found to their astonishment a well equipped dueling room. They also set up Harry's shrunken equipment from his 'gym' and unpacked their clothes.

Rick would have to buy some new, because his were now three years in the future in the Phoenix Home. For him this trip came totally unexpected, well for Harry too but he had his belongings from Hogwarts with him anyway.

They didn't start the training that very day.

Instead they sat together in the living room with some butterbeer and talked about the plans for the training.

Rick wasn't a strict teacher but had his goals he planned to achieve.

Harry would have to work more than hard. But Rick asked him after the order of his lessons.

Harry wanted to get control over his firemagic first because he was sure that would take the longest time.

Because it was a pure practical work and exhausting too, he would have time to get theoretical work done during this time also, for instance strategy and tactics as well as laws and magical theory.

They would however during this time at least work two hours every day on dueling and practical battle magic, because that was also practical work where he had much to learn and to train. If he got the knack for his firemagic he would go over to full education in battle magic, disguise and all the other things.

"Well Harry, we have set our plans now. Now, you know that you will become a Warlock and you know that we are fighters. Now let me tell you, what that really means. You know that aurors are our law enforcement. They are to hunt down and capture dark wizards and criminals but they have to do it in a human way without hurting the criminals… too much. They are the officials… the police. We are in no way like them."

"Not?" Harry asked interested.

"No. We are warriors. We are no law enforcement per se. We are a military force, the military force of the wizarding world. There are not many of us anymore as you already know, the times are too peaceful even with the dark wizard here and there. The great battles in history weren't fought by aurors, the were fought by us. We don't usually fight to capture or to enforce law. We fight to win. We fight to protect the innocents in a much larger picture. We fight for the surviving of us and of all the others. When we really fight then there is war. To fight means not to hold back. We show no mercy. Where aurors work as teams and call in reinforcements much of the time, we stand mostly alone, at least in the recent history. Earlier during the dark ages, we fought in huge battles with hundreds on each side or us against the goblins for instance. But now, there are no longer epic battles. You know the muggle movie 'Rambo'?"

Harry nodded, "Well, if there were 'Rambo's' in our world, that would be us. We fight in the direst situations and we will win against all odds. Loosing is not acceptable, because that means the evil prevails. We don't usually fight one on one but us against many. And that means often enough no mercy and also cunning strategies and surprising or powerful moves. We fight for the peace of all and against uneven odds, so we have to kill instead of stunning. Stunned wizards can be revived by little means an rejoin the battle fast. Only the dead or wounded are removed from the battle for good. That can be the difference between winning and loosing for us. Therefore we are Warlocks and we are the fighters in War. I know you are noble to the bone and you don't like it to hurt, let alone to kill. In a real fight you have to set aside such emotions. They fight to kill and to torture for fun and the word 'mercy' is unknown to them. We fight them with their own methods, dirty, directly and hard. That will be the hardest part for you Harry."

Harry nodded and swallowed but a glint of determination lit up in his eyes.

"When we are at peace, we are still Unspeakables. Then we do undercover works and work like aurors, mostly on a slightly more difficult level. Then we obey the laws and 'capture'. That is a fine line. We are partly above the law, for instance we are permitted to use most of the dark magic and we are usually more powerful than other wizards, but that you do know already. But that power is not do be abused. We are always fighting for the 'good'. Therefore we have a strict codex. In this is stated how we fight and when we use which means to win. We are maybe forced to fight dirty but only if the situation demands it. And even then we fight with honor, even if it is a twisted kind of honor, but we do."

Harry nodded, "That is much to think over, but I think I understand what you do want to tell me. And sadly to say, that is exactly what I need. I have already read the codex and internalized it."

"Yes and that is the reason why I decided to train you. I also know, that you will obey the codex."

"That I swear."

Rick smiled proudly and padded him on the shoulder.

The next morning Harry awoke with a jolt as a bucket of ice water was dumped on his head.

"What is up?" Harry asked and groaned as the watch said 5.30.

"You in two minutes if you know what's good for you. We begin the forms and that we will do every morning so that it will become a second nature to you."

"Forms?"

"Get up and I will show you."

They were out on the lawn minutes later, both with bare chests equipped their his wands holstered at their sides as well as swords and daggers.

Rick began to show him a series of moves, firstly without anything in his hands. The moves were like katas. Later they used the wand with them and Harry recognized that were moves to use in duels. His moves were hesitant and with flaws where Rick moved at ease and one move gliding smoothly into the next.

Then they used the swords and Harry gasped.
"A little more heavy then the usual?" Rick teased.

Harry nodded and Rick explained, "Well they are filled with lead to build up your muscles. When you are fit enough, we are going to take real swords and you will move faster with them and more smoothly. But it won't take you long, because you worked out already very well."

"That makes sense."

They did that for nearly two hours and after that Harry was physically exhausted. They did theory for another two hours and then came dueling and battle magic… practically.

And he was exhausted again.

In the afternoon they tried the elemental magic. He could feel something inside of him and Rick told him to try and grab it, force it out and control it.

Harry concentrated hard and they spent nearly four hours with it.

In the evening he was totally exhausted physically, magically and mentally.

And that they did every day. Harry was right. He needed a long time until he got over the edge with the control of fire. They had both already been desperate about that but after nearly 8 months he got the trick and after that it was easy. They went with new determination to the battle magic, curses, hexes and the like.

Harry got that down much better than his fire magic. The training with the DA and Tonks helped him a great deal here. All he had to learn were the new spells and train the new tactics. The new movements were helping as well as his development because of his continuing physically training and the training of his mind to get a better control over his 'fire'.

Adding to his showing aptitude for battle magic Rick was an excellent teacher even if he did not give himself enough credit for that.

They also learned sword fighting, fighting with knives and daggers and hand-to-hand combat.

During the months, the forms became a second nature to Harry and they moved now every morning smoothly, absolute synchronously, flawlessly and at peace with themselves. It was training the body and clearing the mind.

All in all Harry was more than ready after his three years with Rick and Rick was proud of him. Harry began beating Rick two month before the end of his training regularly in their duels with magic and his sword. Only with the other weapons was Rick slightly better than him. But Harry was holding back in all magical duels because even Rick's over-average power was no match for a full mage and that was Harry now. The brutal training had led to the full developing of his magical power. And as Rick had explained to him in the beginning of his training, they had become terrifying warriors alone, but they got to know each other really well and as team they were even more powerful fighters. One knew exactly what the other would do in every situation and they supported each other perfectly. They had more reached than they both had hoped for.

As they portkeyed back to the ministry after the three years, Harry landed in an ambush. He had no idea where Rick was. He was in a building but it seemed not to be the ministry of magic. Somebody must have tampered with his portkey because he used the special one. The only one who maybe had the chance to do so was Rick. So it had to be a test. His opponents also didn't use deadly curses. He jumped instinctively down to the floor and rolled through the next door.

That all happened in only a second. He had subconsciously counted his opponents and memorized the structure of the building as far as he had seen it.

In the room were two women and an older man bounded.

"Damn!" he swore.

He sneaked over and began to cut the ropes with one of his daggers as he sensed of one of the woman's the cold feeling of anticipation. He let her bound and stunned her too. She had to be a traitor or a trap for him.

"What is going on here?" he asked the people.

"They are Deatheaters. They tortured us and wanted to keep us hostages for something." the man stammered.

"What is that building here?"

"We are here at a branch of the daily prophet."

"Ok. How much of them are here?" Harry asked calmly.

"I have counted twenty but there may be more."

"I have seen twelve. I there a room what is safe? Ah no, I will make you portkeys to get you to the ministry. Is somebody hurt?"

"No."

"Good. Grab that rope!" ... "Portus!"

They disappeared.

He recalled where the Deatheaters were and cast a disillusionment spell on himself. Then he apparated silently behind the largest group. He swiped them out with a powerful wave of multiple stunners. They fell down as one. He repeated that with the second largest group.

He knew, that would not work with the next group and he wanted to avoid deadly attacks. He was also not allowed to use them because until now none of their attacks was lethal too. That meant he couldn't use his throwing knives or his sword.

He knelt down at the corner where he knew the next ones were waiting for him.

From the ground he fired a mighty lumos solem spell which blinded the unaware Deatheaters and he started then a frontal attack. He brought their shields down with a fast series of slightly dark spells and stunned and bounded them.

He couldn't see another one so he gathered the stunned ones in the room with the still bounded woman and locked them in there with complex spells after he took away their wands of course. He added an anti-apparition ward over the whole building and an anti-portkey ward over the room.

Then he went further though the building.

He cleared the whole building and freed 24 hostages. During his sweep he captured 35 Deatheaters and nobody was hurt not even the Deatheaters.

After he captured the last one, a group of ten Unspeakables portkeyed in and handed him a new card which transported him back to the office now for real. There was a proudly beaming Rick awaiting him and congratulated him.

"Mr. Potter, that was well done. You got not hurt, none of your hostages was hurt and you avoided victims under the dummy Deatheaters too. It was a perfect score and fast too. I have no one seen performing this test as clean as you. Now you only have to do a theoretical test tomorrow and the day after a test of your special gifts with Clara. If you master them as well as this... well then you are an Unspeakable and a Master Warlock. Now rest you both. As far as I am informed, your girlfriend is fine in Hogwarts. There were no suspicious movements of Voldemorts forces until now. If you are interested, your love story was today in the papers. You can get them in the library."

"I knew that was a test. Therefore I didn't even hurt the Deatheaters. Otherwise I would have not shown mercy that you can be sure of."

"And how would you have known it?" Stanley asked interested. He could hear of the tone of the boy that he was serious.

"There was only one who could have tampered with my portkey and that was Rick."

"Well, that is right and very clever of you. Now you may leave." Stanley said chuckling. He was truly proud of the teen.

"Now, do you want to take a look at the papers?" Rick asked.

"I might as well do." he sighed.

They went to the library and took a look at the papers.

The daily prophet made a scandal of the whole affair and went on about how unethical that all was. A teacher dating a student. The real scandal around Dumbledore and Shacklebolt they ignored.

"Well, what do you reckon Rick?"

"Let's visit them and burn their house down." he said grinning.

"No, too messy. I will make use of my family rights and give an uncensurable statement on the front-page. I am granted that as heir of Gryffindor and then I will wash their heads and demand regression. I will teach them."

"That is even better and slytherin to the bone." Rick said with a devious smile.

Harry wrote a carefully worded letter to the prophet to be published and another one about the regress demands. He wrote also to a well known neutral lawyer and engaged him for this.

The next day he spent in an office and wrote tests nonstop. After eight long hours he was finished with the test and with his nerves too. All he did was falling into his bed.

He was allowed to write Tonks a short notice, because after the letter to the prophet it was clear that he was able to write. He stated that he was ok but not able to write or get another letter from her for the next three weeks.

That would cover his undercover operation and after that he wouldn't need to write anymore.

The next day he was meeting with Clara again.

He and Rick went over to her office and knocked on the door. Then they stepped in.

"Rick! Mr.."

"Hello, please call me Harry!"

"Fine Harry. As you are now one of us, I would be pleased if you would call me Clara."

"Fine Clara."

"Now, I have heard of your spectacular achievements Harry, congratulations. Now the last test. Show me your forms and your flames!"

He transformed in both forms with ease and Clara gaped at him.

"That is awesome. You would be the first who can resolve the mystery of the disappearing of the tigers and mysticats."

"Well, they switch to a kind of another dimension. They don't disappear, because I am at the same place but I can walk and see through walls and doors. I can also 'pop' in this dimension, which is like apparition but not affected by the wards. And in this dimension the time is moving faster as well. I could take a run around the block before you even blink."

"Wow. You should write a book about it and live from the money you will make." she said smiling.

"That is a good idea. Now the flames."

He closed his eyes and held his hands up. A moment later two bright blue flames were burning at his hands then his whole body. He 'collected' the flames in the palm of his right hand with a thought.

"Now what shall I burn down?" Harry asked grinning.

"How about a hard one? Could you manage that block of iron over there without damaging the surrounding wood?" Clara asked.

"Thanks to Rick I have now full control over it. I could melt you a heart in the iron."

Harry flung the flame at the iron block and it was fantastic to see how this block was burning in the same blue flames. The heat was awesome but it didn't reach the wood of the table on which the block was. It burned down completely.

Clara clapped his hands.

"Now give me a report about your empathic abilities and then a show of your metamorphic abilities. Then we will make a test of Legilimancy and Occlumency and you may go shopping."

"Shopping?"
"Yeah... you need special wardrobe... battle robes and such. You have also filled out a little bit."

"That would be cool. Now..."

He reported his experiences and made the last tests with ease.

After that they went to a special store at the end of Diagon Alley and bought a complete set of battle robes, gloves and in Rick's case boots. Harry had already the ones from his love. They wouldn't compromise him. Rick's were just the same. After a little run-in with Malfoy-Senior and some of his 'friends' they got back to the DoM.

They got their badges which identified them as Unspeakables first class and the written order to guard Tonks and left.

In the evening they went to Phoenix Home and enjoyed the last hours of the evening.

They would go to Hogwarts in the morning and then would the hardest two weeks in Harry's life begin.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this chap and I didn't go too fast with the training. But I didn't want to write a long and boring descritiption of day-to-day-acticities. The most important points should be covered though. Thanks for your nice reviews!

grookill: You're right about the screcy-levels. Harry doesn't know any other high-level-secrets other than his own and now the time-portal.

gaul1: I'am afraid you wish isn't going to happen as there is practically no time between Harrys leaving from Hogwarts and his return as Unspeakable ;-)

gryffindors: What do you mean with "a ste to help me translate..."?

Talons: I'm glad you like my story. I do have the problem in all my stories that my Harry becomes a little bit overpowered ;-)

athenakitty: I saw your name in reviews for other storeis I read quite often and you seem a bit hyper to me ;-) You fire quesitions faster than I can write my story. But I can't really answer your questions, as they will be answered as you
read the story ;-) As for Fudge, I left him mostly out of this story because he doesn't know anything about Harrys training or actions. But have no fear, he is going to get his for his incompetence.