The Unspeakable walked in and it was honestly one of the oddest things Harry had ever experienced. And that was saying a lot. Harry had seen some weird things in his short time back in the Wixen World but this took the cake even more than his unapproved run around the Department of Mysteries. The Unspeakable, as Harry could neither call them Sir nor Ma'am, was an enigma shrouded in a mystery. Literally, the cloak made it basically impossible to tell a single thing about the Unspeakable. Harry couldn't even tell what sort of shoes they were wearing since something about the cloak made him very wary of looking at details. Which normally wouldn't be an issue for Harry as he is a very curious person but he decided to listen to that instinct for a change. As Harry sat puzzling over this latest wrench in his Mental Model of the Wixen World, they began to speak which just confused him further. The voice the Unspeakable used, as there was little chance that voice belonged to the person, was entirely impossible to derive any sex, accent, or age from. It was as though Harry couldn't tell you a single thing about the Unspeakable that would make picking them out of a crowd possible, which was true. Shaking off these strange happenings, Harry tried to focus on what the Unspeakable was actually saying.

"So we have an unauthorized jump through time. Now Mr. Potter I need you to fill out this paperwork." The Unspeakable shoved a rather large book onto the over the bed table that had just been cleared. "As soon as you start writing in this book it will take copies of your memories of your life. This is to show the differences in this timeline compared to the one you came from. These memories will not be held against you as we don't particularly care about the legalities of your actions."

Harry, who had been getting more and more tense throughout this speech, let out a big breath at hearing that ending. "So I just need to start writing my life story in this book and then I'm done?"

"For now yes, but an Unspeakable will likely be visiting you tomorrow to clear up any issues as well as to discuss where you will be going now you've recovered."

Harry nodded to the Unspeakable to show that he'd heard then picked up the quill noticing that there was no ink. He hoped that this wasn't going to be another blood quill situation. But he still put the nib to paper anyway and began to write. After a few words had appeared on the page it was like his history was just pouring from him, dragging with it all of the unresolved emotions he'd unknowingly pent up from all of his experiences. He noticed a tear falling to the book but he wasn't overly sad, no he was just so relieved to finally be expressing what had happened to him that that relief couldn't be contained. Before he knew it, he looked down at the book to see the final sentences being written. And he knew they had to be the final ones since they were about what had happened just that morning. As soon as the quill halted the Unspeakable grabbed the book from the table and left.

"Well Harry seeing as I have you all to myself again, would you particularly mind answering a few questions for me?" Harry turned to Dumbledore, he had sort of forgotten about him in the relief of getting his story off his chest for the first time in his life. Maybe this is what Hermione meant when she spoke about the benefits of seeing a therapist. But the Dursleys were very unlikely to allow anything that may potentially help him and it didn't seem like the Wixen World had any Healers that worked with the mind in that sense.

Dragging himself out of his thoughts he heard Professor Dumbledore calling his name. "Sorry professor, I was just thinking about some things my friends said before I… left. But of course I'll try to answer your questions."

"Thank you Harry, I was wondering which year you're in so that we can get our registration out of the way?" Looking at Dumbledore, Harry noticed a rather large book with Dumbledore's fancy quill poised and ready to record his answers.

"I was just finishing my fifth year, professor. I was in the middle of my History of Magic OWL when I got that vision."

"Ah, we will have to have you retake your year unfortunately. The Ministry does do separate exams for those who do not attend Hogwarts but they are earlier in the year since many in the WEA have other duties the rest of the year."

"That's okay professor, I'd been very distracted this year anyways so I'm honestly not sure how well I did outside of Defense."

"I believe you mentioned something about a defense group earlier?"

"Yes sir, the professor this year was worse than normal so my friend Hermione convinced me to hold a study group. I ran it and taught them a few basics that have helped me in a pinch. We also did some physical training which my friends and I started doing after the trouble in my first year. We just taught them a few things to practice as they could since the group could only meet occasionally. Umbridge, that was the professor, made all groups of three of more illegal during her stay in the castle."

"Was this for all years or just for OWL level students? And was it inter-house?"

"We wound up having at least three people from each year but the first years. We didn't invite them because we weren't sure who was trustworthy yet and who would have ratted us out. We had people from all of the houses but only a few Slytherins compared to everyone else. There was a large group of Slytherins who were part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad. Mostly Malfoy's friends and allies but we couldn't be sure about some of them since Slytherins tend to hide how they really feel behind masks."

"I commend you for trying to help those you could. I hope you'll consider forming a group like that, granted with permission from your head of house or another professor, to help those in your new year and others."

"I'd love to do something like that, sir. I really enjoyed helping them and hopefully someone in my previous timeline will continue to help train the others against Voldemort."

"Now that was something else I want to ask you about, but first which electives were you taking?"

"I was taking Divination and Care of Magical Creatures."

Dumbledore began to frown again. "That's rather odd, we don't currently have a Divination course at Hogwarts and due to the lack of trainability that the ability has, I can't see why I'd add one."

"The classes are different? I thought that it stayed pretty much the same over the years?"

"It would seem that that is not the case, young Harry. We do offer Care of Magical Creatures though so you may continue with that as you please. For your second elective we have Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Wizarding Studies. Do any of those appeal to you?"

"My friend Hermione was tutoring me in Ancient Runes since it wound up showing up a lot more in Defense related books than I had thought it would. So I probably could get through that class and get an OWL in it. But I never heard of a Wizarding Studies class, what's included in that?"

"So you don't have that class then? I wonder why I got rid of it. Wizarding Studies is a look into how our world works from the Wizengamot to certain traditions generally only shown by purebloods and those raised in the Wizarding World. It also shows a little history but less goblin wars and more how things came to be as they are today."

A sudden pop filled the room startling Harry who had just begun to think about how much Hermione would have loved this class. A small house elf was floating a tray full of nutritious foods onto the over the bed table that was getting a fair amount of use today it seemed. "If Sir be needing anything else then Sir be calling for Clary."

"Thank you, Clary." Harry said before the elf popped away causing Dumbledore to smile proudly at him. Harry was mostly unused to someone showing their pride in him, especially for such a small everyday thing. It made him happy in such an uncomfortable way. This was Dumbledore, the major constant family figure in his life outside of his friends and the Weasleys. Of course he wanted the professor to be proud of him but it did make him a bit embarrassed anyway.

"Well, you had better eat so I'll leave you in peace for a while. I need to catch that Unspeakable regardless to see whether they have any plans for you that may interfere with ours." Professor Dumbledore rose, gave Harry a little wave in farewell, and evacuated the room.