Torn Away: Scenes From A Memory by Tradiferis

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Everything that you do not recognize is most likely mine, everything that you do recognize isn't mine. Onto the story.

Chapter Seven
Stripped Polyclef

"Intense magical overload?"

"It appears to be that way. It appears, Agent O'Shannon, as if he had a sudden burst of magical information recently, and his brain gave up on trying to sort all the added knowledge."

"Will he be okay?"

"He should make a full recovery; in fact, he should be waking up anytime now. We just helped his brain sort through all the information."

Harry groaned as colors once again began cavalcading in his field of vision. The voices that were surrounding him weren't helping his headache any either...

"Here Harry, take this," came a familiar voice, pressing a vial to his lips. Harry didn't even offer any resistance as a cool liquid crept down his throat.

Instantly he became aware of his surroundings and had control over all of his senses again. Looking around, he saw that Patrick and what appeared to be a doctor.

"What happened?" Harry asked, as he tried to sit up, and was helped by Patrick and the doctor.

"You're brain experienced an overload of information," the doctor said, "From what, we don't know. We have since sorted all the new information in your brain, and you should be doing better within a few days. Although, you now appear to have as much information as a fully trained Unspeakable. Perhaps you should consider that as a career? Whatever, I hardly care. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my vacation."

The doctor walked out of the room.

"That was Dr. Alaway, he's one of the many healers that are employed by the Department of Mysteries," Patrick told Harry after Alaway left, "He has seen quite a bit, so he really wasn't all to intrigued by what happened to you, just annoyed he was the only healer available."

Harry sat silent for a minute, and then asked, "What exactly happened to me again?"

"Well it appears as if your brain absorbed the knowledge usually only available to a fully trained Unspeakable, and your brain after trying to sort through the information just gave up and shut down," Patrick replied, staring at Harry for a second before continuing, "How did you get all that information anyways?"

Harry blankly stared back at Patrick while sorting through his mind trying to figure that out for himself. Raking his mind, he couldn't immediately think of anything that might have caused this, and related that to Patrick.

"Hmm," was Patrick's only response before helping Harry out of the bed.

"We might as well get home now, all you need now is some rest," Patrick said, leading Harry out of the room and down a hallway that greatly reminded Harry of the 'holding room' he had been in during his first stay in the Department of Mysteries.

Later that night as Harry lay on his bed at the O'Shannon's he tried to figure out what had happened. Thinking it would be best to write down everything that happened to him in the past twenty four hours he stretched out his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and a piece of parchment and a quill flew into it, which he immediately dropped, startled as it wasn't the most natural thing in the world.

"What is going on?" Harry said to himself as he tried again, thinking of needing his quill, and then holding his hand out. Immediately, the quill sprung into his hand. Trying this newfound technique with other objects in his room he found that as long as the object wasn't too large or too magical filled, it flew right into his hand. Even then, if the object was heavily magical, as long as Harry concentrated hard the object eventually came to him.

"Interesting," Harry said about ten minutes later when he was done testing out his power, and started writing out any "odd" things that had happened in the past 24 hours. Within seconds he landed on the ONLY odd thing that had occurred: the pensieve. Immediately the memories of what happened in the bowl washed over him.

He was Luddie, Luddie had talked to him about not worrying about the timeline, He was Luddie, Luddie didn't even know why they-no HE was sent back in time, He was Luddie, Luddie putting his wand up to His head and a great understanding coming over Him, He was Luddie, LUDDIE PUTTING HIS WAND UP TO HIS HEAD!

That was it! Harry then remembered what the doctor had told him, 'your brain absorbed the knowledge usually only available to a fully trained Unspeakable.' Harry leaned back in his chair and pondered what this meant for him. Moments later a smile found itself plastered onto his face. It meant that the rest of Hogwarts wasn't going to be that hard at all...

-

"As you can guess Harry, it is imperative that you learn Occlumency," Dumbledore said as Harry took a seat in his office towards the beginning of his sixth year, "You have been progressing grandly with self study from those books I sent to you during the summer. I now believe that I can safely teach you without Voldemort willing his way into both of our minds. Now tell me, did Severus teach you how to close off the different so-called 'channels' in your mind?"

Harry almost sneered as he replied, "No sir, he just told me to "clear my mind" before putting me under the spell."

Dumbledore looked slightly weary for a slight moment before saying, "That is most disturbing. I suppose I did put just a little too much trust in Severus for that responsibility. An old man's mistake-"

"I'm sorry, SIR," Harry interrupted in a terse voice, "But how many more of your mistakes are going to cost people's lives? How much misguided trust are you actually going to throw about before it leads to your own downfall?"

"Harry," Dumbledore replied in a stoic voice, "I have said time, and time again, that I trust Severus Snape with my life-"

"But I don't," Harry cut him off, in the same exact tone, "I wouldn't trust that man if my life depended on it. Now, are you going to help me retake control of my mind, or are we going to debate over how much of a bastard that man is?"

"Harry, he's a professor and he deserves-"

"Sir with all due respect, you can kiss my bullocks," Harry ground out, gaining a slightly shocked look out of Dumbledore, "That man doesn't deserve anything except to be a grease spot on my boots."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, before quickly raising his wand right to Harry's temple and saying in a calm voice, "Legilimens."

Harry was almost thrown onto his back as images quickly flooded his mind without a discernable pattern. As quick as he could Harry worked to clear his mind. As he did this, the images started to appear to have a pattern of all of Harry's favorite memories. Locking onto this, Harry instantly started to try to clear his mind of all his favorite memories, as the book Dumbledore had lent him instructed to do. However, Dumbledore immediately shifted to Harry's worst memories, and when Harry turned his full attention to that, Dumbledore had easy access to Harry's cherished memories.

"That's a lot better than I expected Harry," Dumbledore said, losing the stoic tone that he and Harry had shared in their spat, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"I turned my full attention to protecting my worst memories when I should have devoted equal attention to both them and my others," Harry said, rubbing his temple slightly. Occlumency always seemed to give him a major headache.

"Yes, although to be able to successfully ward off an attack like that, you need significant control and power within your own mind," Dumbledore went on, "Which is why it's important to learn about the 'channels' within your mind, learn how your mind has organized your memories, and even learn how to rearrange them so as to confuse your opponent."

Harry sat, thoughtful, for a second, before asking, "What do you mean by rearrange sir?"

Dumbledore chuckled as he responded, "I suppose that's not as clear cut as I had hoped it sounded. Think of it as hiding a book on the Dark Arts within a pile of books on Cheering Charms. Your own mind will know where the memory is located, but it makes finding the memory by an outside source incredibly difficult and gives you a precious few moments to secure the memory so it isn't let out once found."

"That makes sense sir," Harry replied and was about to ask another question when Dumbledore's fireplace roared to life and a heavily cloaked figure stepped out.

"I haff some urgent news Headmaster," came the voice of the heavily cloaked person, whose voice reminded Harry greatly of some of the Durmstrang student's.

"It will have to wait a moment Christoph," Dumbledore said with a serious voice, motioning to Harry, "I'm with a student right now."

"Oh, I'll just vait in de corner then," the person, now identified as Christoph, replied, conjuring a chair and sitting down next to Fawke's perch, petting the phoenix while staring straight at Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry Harry," Dumbledore sighed, "But we'll have to cut this session short, as there apparently is urgent business that I must attend to-"

"You can bet your corn-cobbled pipe dat there is," came the voice of Christoph. Dumbledore sighed once again.

"I'll see you again next week at the same time Harry, now please hurry along."

Harry nodded and gave Christoph a strange look before he walked out the door, which closed with a heavy THUD behind him; most likely due to a spell from Christoph. As Harry was walking down the stairs he could hear the highly agitated voice of Christoph almost shout, "THE PROOF IS RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF YOU! OPEN YOUR EYES," before the sound was cut off, also most likely due to a spell...

-

Harry progressed through his sixth year at Hogwarts at a better pace than before, thanks to his new 'memories' gained from his 'conversation' with his future self. It still didn't change the fact that he was barely above average in Transfiguration. It seemed even with the knowledge of a fully trained Unspeakable and being a Metamorphmagus to boot; he still hadn't inherited his father's talent in that area.

Along with the school year progressing, so did his relationship with Tonks. The two rarely spent a minute apart, and spent many a night in front of the fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room doing their homework and just being together.

"So what are your plans for once you get out of here?" Tonks asked on one such night in late April. Harry stretched out his hand and his back after finishing the sentence he was on in his Potions essay.

"I want to be an Unspeakable," Harry replied, looking up at Tonks and smiling, "You, Dora?"

"I want to be an Auror," Tonks related back, "Have ever since I can remember."

"Are you sure that's safe considering how many times I've had to catch you from falling down flat on your face this year?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, causing Tonks to throw the quill she was holding at him.

"Shut your gob!" Tonks cried with mock outrage, "Besides, most of the time you're just trying to cop a feel, you perv."

"Maybe, maybe," Harry replied looking back down at his essay, pretending he didn't see Tonks get peeved and throw a pillow at him.

"Oh am I interrupting something?" came a slightly cold voice with an Irish accent, Fey Murphy, one of Tonks' best friends.

"No, Tonks was just accusing me of being a perv," Harry said, with a slight amount of mirth in his voice, causing Tonks to try to summon the pillow to hit him in the head, but only succeeding in hitting herself in the face.

"Lovely," Fey intoned, before walking to the other side of the common room. Fey had not been on such great terms with the couple since they had officially became a couple due to a slight crush she had on Harry.

"So are you planning on interning at the Ministry this summer?" Tonks asked, getting back to their original conversation. Earlier in the week they had received letters from the Ministry saying that if they intended on joining it after they finished schooling, they would need to spend a summer interning to 'learn the ropes' of how the Ministry worked.

"Ja, I've been working on getting that straightened out with the Department of Mysteries," Harry said, thinking of the letter he had sent straight to Patrick. He would be hearing back from him in a few days what he would be doing to satisfy the Ministry requirements.

"Wow, you're actually going to be able to get into the Department of Mysteries?" Tonks said, with a small amount of shock on her face. Harry didn't blame her, the D.O.M. was the most notoriously closed door department within the Ministry, and barely ever gave out internships, or even accepted new agents.

Harry considered carefully what he was going to say for a moment before finally replying, "You could say my family has some connections. It also isn't hurting I'm the top of the year in most of the classes..."

"Not to mention that at the rate you're going you're going to get the Defense Against the Dark Arts Aptitude Crest..." Tonks said with a sly smile. Harry just threw a pillow at her, laughing.

Sure enough, two days later Harry received a letter from Patrick in the morning Owl Post.

Harry-
Once again, don't worry, this is charmed so only you can read (but still incinerate this at the first chance you get). I have everything set up for your internship this summer. You will be my personal secretary. Not just a normal secretary though, as you'll be coming out 'in the field' with me many times to record my observations and learn how we Unspeakables work. I might also be able to throw you on a couple of training missions if you keep up your work as the top of the class (except for Transfiguration, which I don't get seeing how you're a bleeding Metamorphmagus).

Oh, before I forget, Gwen and Stacy send "big hugs" to their "older brother." Seriously Harry, you have these girls enamored with you. Oh, and since you're going to be my secretary I managed to secure it that you'll be staying with my family this summer as Unspeakables have some of the oddest hours in the world, and you'll never know when you need your walking note pad.

See you after term is over Harry, and do try to pick up your Transfiguration grade, okay?

-P. O'Shannon, Unspeakable 3rd Class

Attached to the letter, was the official paperwork of his internship that needed to be filed with his Head of House. Deciding to do that later in the day when he saw Professor Flitwick for Charms, he finished eating his breakfast, and related to Tonks that he had been accepted into the Department of Mysteries for an internship.

"That's great Luddie," Tonks said, giving him a hug and a kiss, before asking him about the Potions essay that was due the next day, that she was having trouble on.

The final term carried on, with Harry continuing to gain top marks in all of his classes, except for Transfiguration. No matter how many times he had Tonks show him the highly advanced spells, he could never completely master them.

"I'm going to miss you all the time," Tonks said to Harry when they were about 10 minutes away from the Kings Cross Station after classes let out for the summer.

"Same here," Harry said with a sigh, "But we'll be able to see each other about every two weeks!"

"Yeah, but I'm used to seeing you every day," Tonks said with a slight pout. With the pair interning, they would have precious free time. They did, however, make a promise to meet up at least once every two weeks.

"Hey, we'll write everyday, okay?" Harry said, trying to console his normally highly upbeat girlfriend. Tonks looked at him with a slight smile on her face.

"You better, or I'm going to hex you the first chance I get," she said with a slight smirk on her face, causing Harry to laugh slightly.

"Don't worry I will," Harry said, giving her a kiss.

Five minutes later, the train pulled into Platform 9 and 3/4, and Harry and Tonks were looking at each other on the platform, holding hands.

"I'm going to miss you," Harry said, leaning down and giving her a slightly deep kiss, before whispering into her ear, "Two weeks, Dora."

"Two weeks Luddie," Tonks whispered back, before turning away and walking over to where her parents were waiting.

"I love you so much," Harry said to himself, before bending over and picking up his trunk to go looking for Patrick. Luckily, he didn't have to look long.

"Who's the lass?" came a voice from right next to Harry, startling him. Whipping around, and drawing his wand at the same time, he saw the slightly amused face of Patrick, who was dressed in a muggle suit.

"My girlfriend," Harry said, with a small laugh as Patrick pulled him into a quick hug.

"Nymphadora Tonks, isn't it?" Patrick asked, causing Harry to nod his head, "She's interning with the Aurors isn't she?"

"Right in one," Harry responded, walking out of the platform with Patrick.

"By the way," Patrick said as they were walking, taking a letter out of his suit coat as they were walking, "I have something here that you might find interesting that I'll give to you once we reach the car."

"Are you still driving that green clunker?" Harry asked with a slight smile on his face, causing Patrick to glare at him.

"I'll have you know, that 'green clunker', as you call it, would easily outstrip every car on the road," Patrick said with a small amount of frustration in his voice, although his eyes were twinkling.

"Okay, okay," Harry said, laughing, as the pair reached Patrick's car. After the pair had packed away Harry's trunk and Edgar's cage, Harry asked Patrick what the letter was.

"Oh, that's right," Patrick said, sitting down in the driver's seat, "Well, if you agree to it, this letter would declare that your reclusive 'family' was accidentally involved in a mishap at their mansion that centers around it collapsing, and that you no longer have any family to speak of. I would then be able to more or less adopt you into my family."

Patrick looked at Harry with a slightly worried face. Harry looked at Patrick in disbelief for a moment, and was about to respond when Patrick said hurriedly, "Of course, if you don't want that, I would understand and all, but it would be great to have you in the family and all, it would make your story easier-"

"Patrick," Harry said cutting him off, "I would love it. It's a brilliant idea."

Patrick just gave Harry a huge smile before pulling out of Kings Cross. Harry sat back into the seat with a smile on his face as well. He was finally going to have a place to truly call home...

-

"I had fun Susan," Harry said to Susan Bones, his date for the End of the Year ball, as he led her back to the Hufflepuff common room. The two had become friends gradually throughout the year. Harry had originally asked her to help him get some information on the Auror program seeing that her aunt, Amelia Bones, was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. From there, they had taken to enjoying each other's company, but they both recognized that nothing serious would ever come between them.

"Same here Harry," Susan responded as the two reached the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, "You're going to make a girl real happy some day."

"One can only hope," Harry said with a slight smile, as Susan gave him a kiss on the cheek before entering her common room. Harry stared after her for a minute, before turning around and walking towards his own common room, but deciding to take the longest way possible so he could just be by himself for a moment.

"You know, she really wanted you to follow her," came a voice from right besides Harry, causing him to spin around and fall flat on his face after he tripped on the hem of his robes. Looking up he saw a proffered hand from Ludwig. Taking it, he stood up and dusted himself off.

"How the hell did you do that?" Harry asked as he continued walking, with Ludwig right next to him, "And what did you mean 'she wanted me to follow her'?"

"My father taught me," Ludwig responded as the pair took a staircase that would lead them to the opposite side of the castle from the Gryffindor common room, "And I have two sisters, and a fiancé. I know what women want in those situations, and Miss Bones wanted you to spend the night with her."

"So what do you do when your sister's have that look?" Harry asked with a small smirk. Ludwig shot him a protective look.

"I inform the boy that I have a license to kill," he shot back, "And they could very quickly become three pages of paperwork."

"So what are you doing here? I doubt it's to enjoy the scenery," Harry asked, not wanting to aggravate the older brother anymore.

"It's two fold," Ludwig responded, and for the first time Harry noticed they were in the Astronomy Tower, "Originally I was just going to visit my sisters, but then something came up in the Department and I thought it would prudent to tell you to be very careful the next few weeks. Something might happen, and it would be wise for you to be on your highest alert."

"Are you suggesting for me to be paranoid?" Harry asked, slightly annoyed. While he knew that a war was going on, when he was inside these walls he could at least forget about it for a moment.

"No, just keep your wand within quick reach at all times," Ludwig said. Harry raised his eyebrow as he lifted up his arm, pulled down the sleeve of his robe, and showed the wand holster that was strapped to his forearm.

"Good, just make sure you're always on alert, I have a feeling something bad is about to happen..."

-

The summer was flying by for Harry, who was having quite possibly one of the best summers of his life. The work he was doing interning with the Unspeakables kept him almost always on the go, and while he didn't do much in terms of casting spells, he was always learning new things. Or at least, always remembering 'new things' due to the memories that his future self had shocked his system with. He was even able to pass his Apparition exam the day that he turned 17, something that he was glad, for as it allowed him to meet up with Tonks more often than they originally could, even if it was late in the summer.

His relationship with Tonks was progressing at a nice clip too in his opinion. Every time that they met their relationship seemed to progress, but it was a double edged sword. For as much as their relationship progressed, they still had to part only a short while later.

Towards the end of the summer, Patrick walked into his office, which Harry was sharing for the summer with a small grin on his face.

"You're looking happy," Harry commented to Patrick as he walked in. Patrick's smile turned into a smirk as he looked at Harry.

"I just got out of a meeting with the Department Heads about you," Patrick said, as Harry gave him his full attention, "And it seems as your final assignment on this internship is going to be a mock mission."

"A what?" Harry responded, not thinking that he heard right.

"A mock mission," Patrick said, stressing every word in a voice usually reserved for talking to five year olds, "It's where we can determine just how much you learned this summer, what you picked up, etc. Since you already underwent the battery you qualify for this evaluation."

"Great," Harry responded, leaning back in his chair, looking at the ceiling for a moment, before looking at Patrick, "What will this mock mission entail?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," Patrick commented, "What you're going to be doing is a basic stealth and concealment mission. You're going to be using your 'abilities' to conceal yourself the best you can, and then using any means necessary you're going to try to retrieve a briefcase that is being guarded be about five different Aurors, varying in experience level."

Harry's eyes widened slightly as he took in this information, as Patrick continued on, "Now I'm going to be blunt here, Harry. The Heads are expecting you to mess up, so if you can succeed with this, it would guarantee you entry into the Unspeakables. I have every bit of confidence in you doing that too. And not to put any pressure on you, I have a nice bit of Galleons on the outcome of this with some of my buddies in the Aurors. So, do good okay? Let's go home."

Patrick and Harry stood up so that they could go to the Apparition point and head home, with Harry processing all this information in his head.

'I know I can do this,' Harry was thinking to himself, 'I mean, I'm a Metamorphmagus, so this shouldn't be extremely hard, but I do need to make sure I know all the spells I need for this. A bunch of sound reduction charms will be able to work for this, and some...wait. When is this test?'

He posed that question to Patrick, who only smiled before saying, "Tomorrow night starting at ten. You have tomorrow off by the way."

With that, Patrick Disapparated, leaving a shocked Harry in his wake.

-

The next night found Harry waiting with Patrick in the Unspeakable mission room, getting briefed on the 'mission;' all of the 'known, unknowns and variables,' as well as where Harry had to go in order to retrieve the briefcase, and what he was to do once he got it. Plus all 'contingent' plans if he was discovered.

"Now, in this controlled environment, remember to use ONLY Stunners," Patrick was telling Harry, who was dressed all in black, and had even tinted his skin so black that it resembled that of the Kingsley Shacklebolt, "If this was real, you would have a license to kill, and thus be able to use killing curses. However, you do not yet possess one of those, so Stunners only."

Harry nodded his head.

"Now remember, if you can, knock out all of the 'operatives' that you can, but concentrate on the briefcase," Patrick looked at his watch for a moment, "Finally, good luck Ludwig, you're going to do great."

Hugging Patrick, Harry Apparated to the point that had been specified in his briefing that would be the safest. Looking down at himself to make sure he was as black as could be, he cast a localized sound nullifying charm on his feet, before moving towards the office building that the briefcase was being held in.

"The briefcase is being held on the third floor, with one person guarding it at all times...The backdoor from the alley always has three guards behind it at all times..."

Considering his options, Harry realized it would be easier to only have to take out one guard, than having to take out all five. However, he wasn't quite sure if he could safely levitate himself up to the third floor without somehow screwing up. It was also unknown if wards had been set up to detect magic on the side of the building, although he seemed to know that the building was in fact warded to pick this up.

Looking at the door, he noticed it open, and quickly went as far back into the shadows that he could.

"I'm going to check out here, Rosenwood," came the voice of person that stepped out, who was also dressed all in black, except his head was exposed, "I'll be back within one minute."

Quickly setting his watch to go off after a minute, he ran out of the shadows as soon as the door was closed, catching the person off guard.

"What the-," the person was cut off by a Stunner that hit him right in the temple. Harry then waited patiently for his minute timer to expire before knocking on the door and assuming the man's voice.

"I got him. We're all clear."

The door opened, revealing a male and a female guard.

"Who the bloody hell are-," the woman was cut off by a well placed punch to the nose from Harry, who had to quickly duck a Stunner that was sent at him by the male guard. Grabbing the female guard around the neck in a sleeper hold, he used her body to deflect the various curses being sent at him. After a few volleys Harry feigned being hit, and dropped down to the ground.

"I knew that a sub-rookie would never be able to last," came the male's voice, while Harry quietly counted the male's steps until he was standing right next to him, "This was easier than I thought, I'll just tell the rook' upstairs she wasn't needed after all."

The male then started to turn around, and Harry took this as his chance as he grabbed the man's foot and flipped him over onto his back. Harry quickly jumped back up onto his feet and shot a Stunner at the man's head, which connected before the man could even realize what was going on.

Catching his breath, Harry started to walk up the stairs, making sure to stay in the shadows as much as possible. When he got to the landing on the third floor, however, he felt a tingling on the back of his neck. Knowing that someone was in the hallway, Harry did the most sensible thing that he could do. He shot off a firework down the hallway out of his wand, and then Apparated with a barely noticeable 'pop' due to the firework onto the other side of the wall. Immediately, a spell was sent in the direction that the firework had been set off from.

Harry then sent a Stunner at the opposite wall from where the spell came from, knowing that the guard was most likely following the same strategy that he did. He missed, but he did hear a girlish sounding, "Oh crap," come from that direction.

Harry quickly did a roll down the hallway to avoid spells as he shouted, "Lumos Totalus!"

Instantly, the hallway was lit up by Harry's wand in light, and Harry saw the final guard, who had a slightly scared look on her face. Avoiding the rapid, if slightly erratic, stunners that were being sent his way, Harry tackled the girl to the ground and quickly put a choke hold on her, before saying in a deeper voice that his usual one, "Which room is the briefcase in?"

"The second door from the end," the woman choked out. Harry instantly released the hold.

"Thank you," he said, fully expecting the choke hold to have taken enough wind out of the girl for her not to be a problem.

"Metamorphmagi Confundo," proved him wrong, and Harry's body was instantly wracked in pain as the spell forced his body to revert back to it's natural form.

'That person must be a Metamorphmagus,' went running threw Harry's head as he went down to the ground. The person must have been to recognize his not to perfect voice inflection, and to know the spell that would temporarily paralyze his body while it reverted back to it's normal form, a spell that only Metamorphmagi knew of.

As the spell's effects wore off, Harry shifted to his 'Ludwig' form underneath his black garments, as the woman approached.

"You almost had me there for a second," came the woman's voice, which sounded slightly familiar to Harry, just a little higher than he was used to...and he could feel his legs again!

"Let's see who you are," the woman was saying as she bent down to remove Harry's mask, which Harry used as the opportunity to kick out the legs of the person.

"You don't have me yet," Harry said in a monotone voice, jumping back up, where he was met in a dueling pose by the woman. Not wasting anytime, Harry instantly sent a Stunner, which was met by a Stunner sent by the woman. Flipping out of the way of the rebound, Harry Apparated in midair right next to where he knew the woman would be before hitting her with a Stunner in the temple.

"If you get the chance, bring back one of the guards for 'questioning.'"

"You're coming with me," he said to the woman's prone form, heaving her up onto his shoulders, and then walking to the second last doorway in the hallway, where he found the briefcase a table. Pressing a button on his watch, which was a portkey, he felt the familiar tugging sensation on his navel before he found himself back in the briefing room where he was greeted by Patrick, and two of who he was recognized as two of the Department Heads.

"Very good job Mr. Waechter," said one of the heads, taking the briefcase from Harry, "What can you tell us about this person here?"

"She was guarding the briefcase, is a rookie, and is a Metamorphmagus, sir," Harry told the head, setting the woman's body down in a chair, and pulling the hood off of his head so that he could see better.

"Would you like to do the honors of seeing who exactly this is?" the other head asked Harry, as Patrick looked on with a slightly apprehensive glance.

"Sure," Harry said, before whispering, "Enervate," and then quickly the spell that revealed Metamorphmagus' true forms. He was met with the shock of his life.

Staring back at him with wide eyes was his girlfriend. The love of his life. Nymphadora Tonks.

"Oh, err...shit," Harry muttered, walking towards the door feeling slightly sick, "I think I'm going to go home and have a heart attack..."

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