An Unspeakable Journey

31 July 2069

An unrecognisable discreet person made his way through the unlit areas of his workplace. It was late at night and he was really tired, but he had to check it all over since he was the boss.

Yes, many people hated him but they did not know who he was nor were they able to get to him since he was one of the best fighters in history, having killed the past two Dark Lords himself.

And, now, that he was getting on with his age, he had to prepare a proper heir for his job. Always the Head Unspeakable chooses who takes over the job since they know who is capable and worthy of the title of the Head Unspeakable.

Yes, Head Unspeakable Telos was busy and tired.

As he checked one last time on the Time Room, he turned around rather quickly. This was one room he was never welcomed in initially and had always hated, this room was destroyed by him once when he was young.

Telos raised an eyebrow when he saw the exaggerated designs on the huge Time-Turners that could travel back a decade or so, Time Unspeakables were always dramatic.

Telos just shook his head tiredly and slipped a hand through his short grey goatee, turning away into the commonly forgotten room in the Department of Mysteries, the Room of Death.

It was plain with only cracked stone covering the only attraction in the room, making it look like a dark cavern. The Veil of Death was a tall Blackstone structure made before the time of Merlin, and that was about twelve centuries before. A purplish air swirled around the room, originating from the Veil, whispers from his loved ones calling him beyond the arch.

Telos ignored it masterfully until a glint of gold sparkled in the corner of his eye, he turned and looked at the disturbance in the Veil and saw a shape appear, something that never happened in history.

A man with no features, except his dull hazel eyes, appeared between the arch, smiling sadly, his short messy black hair appearing in the air with his stubble. He looked at Telos blankly before saying, "Come here, son, come meet your father."

Telos walked in a daze, unaware that it was an Act of Gods that is making him walk towards his Destiny. He only had eyes for a person he never saw alive in his life, being orphan since one, and the Head Unspeakable did what he was told.

"Sir!"

Telos turned, seeing his father frowning before doing so, and saw his Heir to be the Head, it was Drakon, black air flowing where there should be a face and a dark cloak covering his body.

Drakon was one of his best people and had joined the Unspeakables about half a decade after Telos, he had once hated Telos and tried to become his superior but in the end, Drakon had become his close friend in the Department.

Of course, Drakon had to lose his snobby attitude and close-mindedness first. After that, Drakon had become the Official of Room of Space, before becoming the Deputy Head Unspeakable, even though he could have and would have become the Face of Unspeakables after Croaker retired.

Even if Ritos, Rose Malfoy, became the Face of Unspeakables, Drakon was happy for her strangely, but when Telos knew of his identity after becoming the Head, he was happy for Draco Malfoy. After all, Drakon's daughter-in-law was the Face.

Telos waited until Malfoy, Drakon, caught up to him before asking, "Sir, what are you doing near this dangerous structure?"

Telos answered in his deep voice, "Drakon, my destiny calls me now and I have to go, the chains of the Department are in your hands now."

Telos proceeded to walk into the Veil of Death, leaving a stunned and surprised Malfoy standing behind him, unable to interrupt the workings of Fate. Telos was not lying, his destiny calls him and as an Unspeakable, he knows it is a waste of time for everyone to ignore it.

As he walked into the Veil, it went unnoticed that the Runes on the Time-Turners in the Time Room were glowing and Death Room was now thick with a dark purple fog.

Drakon asked suddenly, "At least tell me the name of the person who made me a better man."

Telos chuckled before answering loudly, "Harry James Potter, Scarhead Extraordinaire."

Harry disappeared into the Veil, still laughing silently, knowing that Malfoy was probably on his knees, crying and screaming at his frenemy, Telos.

Harry looked around, this was wonderful and never explained or discovered before. It looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time.

A mixture of different colours surrounded him and the scent of lavender lingered upon him for minutes before disappearing.

The swirls of colours then started to fade to shades of black and white as Harry walked forwards towards wherever his destiny was sending him, though wherever his destination is, it is not Death.

James Potter would never have appeared as alive if that was the case.

Telos had studied the Veil of Death to bring his godfather, Sirius Black, back once, seemingly from Death itself. An idea that the Veil was a portal of sorts was stuck into his mind during his late forties, just after he lost James Sirius Potter, his eldest son, to Marcus Flint, a soldier of the second Dark Lord that appeared just twenty-five years after Voldemort's death.

While Harry could not bring back his godfather from the Veil, the idea that the arch was a portal became the fact and the truth to him.

He researched the runes on the Blackstone of the arch and the stone walls of the room, he contained the purple fog that was appearing and studied it for weeks and months. He pushed himself into every branch of magic, ranging from Charms to Necromancy, to try and overcome his weird obsession with Veil, not caring about the Dark Lord outside.

What he found was fascinating and disturbing and Harry had stopped his research hastily, burning all his notes, at the age of 53 in the year 2033 when he found out that if he had to research further, he had to make a deal with the Devil, so to speak.

Death was always very blunt about his words, Telos had learnt that day.

Harry continued walking, noticing that the patterns of black and white were changing every second around him and that every exertion he had forced upon himself from his old age was disappearing.

And as soon he had started to stop, a reflective shape emerged in front of him, showing a drastic change of appearances in him. How did this happen?!

Gone were his greying hair and were now replaced by black, his grown goatee had disappeared and he looked to have shaven.

All the marks of being an old man had disappeared, his wrinkles and age spots, and his frameless round glasses were no longer on their spot above his nose (How did he not notice that?).

His dull and tired emerald eyes seemed to have been overcharged as they buzzed with energy.

He was shorter and his shoulders were less broad as well, though his fitness was still exceedingly visible. Perks of being an active magic caster had made casting magic an exercise to make him tired and to make his body better.

Dumbledore's secret to thinness was not lost to Harry.

Harry shook his thought away and saw analysed himself again, he was a bloody teenager again!

And indeed he was, physically, a teenager. If Harry was correct, he was now about fifteen, sixteen if he was lucky.

And as soon as he was about to look further, he was spat out of his colourless tunnel into the muggle world. He looked about, years of being a Fighter honing his senses, and saw that it looked to the newspaper stand nearby, nobody had noticed him, surprisingly.

It was May 31st, 1993.

Harry had known that he had time-travelled by his young body but he had thought that it would have been 1995, given the fact that he was about fifteen in physical age, he must find out about this.
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Harry had spent the last couple of days stabilising himself, he had travelled through time and space from Death's Arch.

It was not too much of a shock since he expected to never return and he no one to return to, and halfway through, the time travel had become obvious by his younger body.

Even then, it was emotionally difficult for him to handle the fact that he would not be the Telos, scowling at his employees and scaring them while making the Department of Mysteries work mysteriously.

He had thought about Drakon and then laughed about him. He had thought of his newer friends after he drifted away from Ron and Hermione, the Power Couple of the Ministry of Magic, Terry Boot, Hannah Abbott, Neville Longbottom.

He had thought of his remaining children, Lily Luna Scamander and the ever distant Regulus Rubeus Potter. He had thought of his son-in-law, Lysander Scamander, and his daughter-in-law, Helena Nott.

He had thought of his grandchildren, James Apollo Scamander, Sirius Harry Scamander, Rose Diana Scamander, Perseus Orion Potter, Virgo Nymphadora Potter, Venus Ceres Potter and Leo Polaris Potter.

He had thought of his godson and goddaughters, Fred Weasley II, Rose Malfoy and Alice Longbottom II.

He had shouted and raged but had eventually calmed down. It was pointless now, he had thought dully, he had known but the reality had just today sunk in.

Today, he was in Gringotts. He had to know what is going on and he could not do so unless he spoke with the Goblins, he knew that he had to make his records already since he was obviously 15 and not 13, so what better chance than this.

The goblins had scowled and not recognised him and he had to speak Gobbledegook to get entry to the Potter Account Manager.

Braveheart was the Potter Account Manager since the mid-1970s, after Fleamont Potter's last transaction at the bank before death.

While the Potters never trusted the Goblins much and always did business slowly, Harry had to make allies within the greedy nation as a mission by the then-head Unspeakable, Reður, during early 2025 when he was regarded as the Best Unspeakable Field Fellow, or BUFF if you want it short.

Harry had to learn the Goblin Language, which some Purebloods like Moodys and Lovegoods learnt for being paranoid or interested. Luna was a very good teacher, even if she confused him more than teaching him.

Harry had then learnt the Goblin Language and Law to make the relations better. And he had started with his own manager, who had died a couple of decades later, Braveheart.

Braveheart, at the moment, had short messy black hair over his scalp, behind his ears. He was as short as a common Goblin and looked quite similar to any other. The only difference between him and the common Goblin was that he looked bored instead of angry.

Braveheart asked in the common deep voice of a Goblin, "Why are you here?"

Harry cleared his throat, speaking Goblin did make his voice hoarse, and answered in his common language, "I wanted to meet you, Braveheart, for a special request."
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Braveheart nodded and turned to Harry with a curious expression when Harry responded, "I cannot help Grigott with any knowledge since it is bound to change. Ripple Effect and all that shite."

The Goblin nodded again, this time sadly, and then took out a parchment and a needle with no explanation, knowing that the person in front of him knew what was happening.

And Harry, indeed, knew what is happening.

After the Ban on Non-Humans over the use of a Focii (Wand, Staff or any similar item) by the Wizards (Which, despite Harry's best efforts, was still existing in '69), every non-human was able to do only some type of magics and not all. Sure, there was a rare powerful non-human but the general population remained the same.

Merpeople could do Runes and Charms, Centaurs, being a more powerful non-human race, could do Runes, Arithmancy and Divination, Elves could do Charms and Transfiguration and Giants could do Basic Transfiguration and Charms. Goblins, on the other hand, could do Potions, Runes and Arithmancy, also being a more powerful race.

And also, Blood Magic.

That's right, Wizards allowed Goblins to use Blood Magic because they managed the economy and records of the Wizarding World. Though, not all Blood Magic was allowed, basic stuff like Identifying and Heirships were allowed.

All because Goblins were more cunning and tolerant than the other races, except some rare specimen, like Firenze, Dobby and Grawp.

And with a metal pin as a Focus of Magic (commonly called Focus), Braveheart was using Runes and Blood Magic for Identifying and for the Heirship Ceremony.

Harry allowed a drop of blood to fell down the parchment before retreating, words of red appearing upon the piece of parchment already.

Date: 2 June 1993

Name: Hardwin 'Harry' Ignotius Potter
Date Of Birth: 31 July 1978

Father's Name: James Charlus Potter
Mother's Name: Lily Marie Potter née Evans

Godfather's Name: Sirius Orion Black

Heirships -
Noble and Ancient House of Potter (By Blood)
Minor House of Fleamont (By Blood)
Most Ancient House of Peverell (By Blood)
Greek House of Papadopoulos (By Blood; Twelfth in Line)
Noble and Most Ancient House of Black (By Inheritance)
Most Ancient House of Grim (By Blood and Inheritance)

Harry had known this would have happened, except for the 1978 part. He had accepted that his full first name was Hardwin, for his many-times-great-grandfather. He had also taken his Potter and Black Lordships then, the rest were just Titles since Purebloods married among themselves.

The Goblin had anticipated that as well since he looked satisfied.
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Harry looked at the two rings on his fingers, the Black and Potter ring since every other family were extinct or he was not the first in line.

The Grims were the ancestors of Blacks like the Peverells ascended Potters. Also, some years after Salazar Grim took the name of Slytherin, the Grims had almost died. After generations, Slytherins are still considered Grims. And since the Slytherins married into Peverells, Harry has Grim Blood, but since Blacks were from the Main Line of Grims, Harry has double the claim of Voldemort over the Grim name.

The Papadopoulos Family was a Greek Warrior Family since the Age of Merlin and Godric Gryffindor was born into them. After entering Britain, he had to almost immediately rescue a village from a pack of wild Griffins, Godric was called Gryffindor for his courage and bravery. And so came the Godric Gryffindor.

Braveheart commented, "I will inform the Papadopoulos' of the twelfth person in the Line. Now, what to do with your properties?"

Harry answered, "We can talk about my properties later, before that we need to talk of the now."

Braveheart nodded and replied, "Of course, Knowledge is Power in its own right. Many have said that the Quill is mightier than the Wand."

And so they discussed. They discussed that how nothing of significance had changed except some crucial facts. Here Voldemort had reeked more trouble and destruction. Here Barty Crouch Jr. escaped his prison sentence by not being there for Longbottoms. Here Snape had to pay some fines. Here Regulus Arcturus Black died at the age of 20 instead of 19, which might have resulted in an heir, though it was still unclear. Here there was no Harry Potter and no Boy-Who-Lived, but there was the Girl-Who-Lived, Violet Potter, who lived under the same situations as Harry Potter.

Harry had choked on air when the topic of Violet Potter had come up, he had exclaimed, "Merlin's socks! How did this happen?!"

Braveheart had shrugged and said, "We could contact Violet's Magical Guardian, Albus Dumbledore, if you want."

Harry had said, "Dumbledore?! But, in my world, Dumbledore was not my Magical Guardian. It was nobody in my world because of the chaos after War, everybody assumed it was somebody else. That is why I was not able to go to Hogsmeade before my seventh year because a Magical Guardian's signature is necessary."

Braveheart had commented, "Well, you could say that this world is more efficient. We have even sent the Dursleys their stipend!"

Harry, who had by now taken a look at Violet's entry to the Wizarding World in the Daily Prophet, had denied that the Dursleys would be nice to Violet. He had reasoned, "I could see it in her eyes and her posture. Her eyes are dull and her clothes are baggy, she is too skinny and short and she does not have the proper posture that she should have."

Braveheart was not happy and Harry was not happy, so they planned. It took four hours, but eventually, the path was set.
_

Sirius Black looked worse than Harry would have thought.

It seems that either the dementors were worse here, which Harry scolded himself to think of, or Sirius had tried keeping himself clean to visit Harry. Both the thoughts made Harry sorrowful for his godfather.

As Harry sat in a conjured oak chair, he looked at Sirius sitting in front of him. The Dog Animagus was looking at a crushed piece was parchment in his hand, keeping the short letter that Harry had sent him to call him to the Shrieking Shack as the most valuable thing he had.

It was really sad because there were only a few words on the letter and it was meant to be discarded quickly.

Sirius was muttering, "'Padfoot, enter The Moony Shack. I solemnly swear I am up to no good, Telos.'"

The other person that Harry invited, Moony, Remus Lupin, entered the Shrieking Shack, muttering, "Telos asked me to enter the Moony Den and . . . what in the actual fuck is happening here?!"

Remus saw Sirius with a letter and Harry in a chair, and quickly backed off. Remus' words would not have been heard by Harry if not for the rituals that Unspeakables do after being employed there for at least two decades. Remus had whispered softly, "How is he alive?"

Harry wanted to slap himself. How could he have forgotten? Harry looked like his father and maternal grandfather a lot, having inherited most of his looks from them. James Potter's dominant features and Robert Evans' emerald eyes and lean body. Of course, his jet black hair had some tiny dark auburn highlights that could be easily missed.

Sirius looked up for the first time and almost fell back immediately. He shivered in surprise and said in a soft voice, just loud enough for everyone to hear, "James?"

Harry said, "James Potter is dead."

Remus was already pointing a wand at him, forgetting even Sirius for a moment, and when he was pointing straight at Harry's heart, he demanded in an unnaturally calm voice, "Who are you?"

There was a reason that Remus Lupin scared the werewolves in the future. The man had spent almost a decade and a half in self-imposed exile, suffering from emotional trauma the whole time. After that, he had thrown himself like a suicidal idiot into the war, even after his son was born, and then died after killing thirty-eight werewolves, twenty-one vampires, four giants and forty-three wizards and witches. And that was after they discarded the chopped bits of Peter Pettigrew and Fenrir Greyback, only their left finger middle finger was above the measurement of one inch.

So, yes, Remus Lupin, in all his amber-eyed and scarred glory, was a terrifying man.

But Harry was not scared.

Harry had spat on Voldemort when he kicked Harry in the face as a fourteen-year-old in an unknown graveyard. Harry had taken a Killing Curse to the face and looked into a Basilisk's golden eyes. Harry's kill count was greater than any wizard before the nineteenth century.

Harry's Unspeakable name was Telos for a reason. It meant 'End' in Greek from what he understood, and it was very accurate.

Harry had ended the lives of more than three hundred people, men and women, boys and girls, vampires and werewolves, giants and goblins, it was a huge mark on Harry's record, a mark that he was praised for, even if it depressed him to kill.

There was a reason Harry did not become an Auror or a Hitwizard. He hates to kill but he has to, but I digress.

So, yes, Harry was the Father of Phobias and Dreadfulness if Remus Lupin was scary.

Harry looked at Remus with an eyebrow raised, he said in a calm voice, as if discussing the weather, "I am a human being myself, don't know where logic goes."

A snort was heard from Sirius, and both Remus and Harry looked at him. Sirius shrugged slowly and said, "A joke deserves a laugh, no matter the circumstance. Marauder Code, Amendment 13 of the Year 1975. Paragraph 14, Clause 3, Subsection 2."

This time Harry snorted.

Remus and Sirius looked at him to explain, Harry did, "He said a joke deserves a laugh. I did it. From what I know there is no Marauder's Code except what Sirius Black and James Potter think of."

Remus hesitantly removed his wand, explaining, "There is no way you could know this shit without being an ally, at worst, or a homie, at best."

Sirius and Remus then looked at Harry for an explanation for who he was and why they were here, forgetting the fact that Sirius was supposed to be hunted down and Remus did not know that he was innocent.

Harry started, "So, I am Hardwin Ignotius Potter. Boys call me 'Harry' and girls call me 'Daddy' . . ."