Chapter 2
Harry set off for work at his usual time. He had already owled that he wouldn't be in the office that morning. He had some things to do and some people to see.
Stepping into the auditorium at the Ministry of Magic, Harry made his way to the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries. Using his magic to cloak his presence, he entered the dimly-lit hallway. No need for his father's Invisibility Cloak any more, not since he had learned that he could just ask his magic to do what needed to be done. No lights signaled his approach as he made his way to the ironwood door. It wasn't even labeled, as only those who had a true need could enter this way.
He knocked stiffly on the dark door, not knowing what to expect next.
An eye appeared on the door. Its' focus kept shifting; the eye spinning, seeming like it was trying to get a complete look at him. 'It looks like Moody's eye' thought Harry.
The eye appeared to reach a decision, as its' movement slowed down, settling on Harry's face. He tried not to be unnerved by it, but he still felt the scrutiny of the look. Finally, the eye blinked and was gone. The door opened to reveal his destination: The Hall of Unspeakables. He only hoped they could help.
A cloaked figure approached him. "What knowledge have you come for, seeker?"
Harry was startled to be addressed so bluntly. He had heard it took many requests, as well as good connections, to obtain an audience with the Unspeakables. 'Or maybe that's just what my 'friends' wanted me to believe.' thought Harry angrily as he recalled a brief conversation with Hermione about them.
Composing himself, Harry spoke his request. "I wish to know the truth of my life. Not only what was, but what could've or perhaps, should've happened."
The figure appeared to consider this. After a few moments, he moved to confer with his fellows, who had all come as soon as they sensed they were needed. The group all appeared to reach a decision as the same time.
As one, they approached him and the first figure, the one who had initially addressed him, came forward until he stood directly in front of Harry. "Harry," said the voice, "are you sure this is your true request?"
Harry pondered on this. After a few moments, he said, "No, I truly wish to experience my life as I should have. I wish to be me, without anyone's manipulation."
"Very well." said the figure.