Title: The Innocence Of Guilt
Author: ENSIGN
Chapter 06 – Dock Em Out
London – The Docks Of London
"Who are you? You're not allowed here." The man that was surveying the shipment saw Harry.
"Actually I am. This shipment is classified under magical goods and thus I am here to inspect it."
The man noted his blue Unspeakable cloak.
"I was under the impression that shipping and removal of goods don't normally take place at night. Care to explain yourself." Harry asked calmly as he approached the man. His eyes categorically surveyed the no doubt illegal shipments.
The man looked uncomfortable for a very brief moment before he covered it up.
"Of course Sir, you just startled me. That's all. Just finishing off a last minute, late night shipment that the boss wanted ASAP."
Harry didn't buy it in the least.
"In that case you wouldn't mind me performing a small routine check up then?" He spoke as he flashed his Unspeakable badge.
"Sure of course." The man made for the crates followed closely by Harry, when he suddenly turned around wand drawn.
"Imperio."
Harry had to resist his now natural reflex of jumping out of the way and returning a deadly counter attack.
"Ha! Gotcha! Unspeakable or not. No one can escape the Impe…" The man's gloating was harshly cut short by a loud crack.
Harry had seen fit to terminate the individual's bragging rights by breaking his jaw bone.
He followed by lifting his knee and his foot lashed out. Coupled with the momentum of his forwards dash, the smuggler was catapulted seven feet back.
He smacked the ground and immediately assumed a fetal position as he nursed his soft tissue.
Amazingly the man had managed to retain grip on his wand during the fall. Harry kicked it out of his grasp easily.
Leaving the guy to roll about in pain some more, Harry flicked his eyes left and right. Emerald eyes burned as magic was forced into them.
"Did you have any trouble?" He spoke out into the darkness.
"How did you know I was here?" A voice asked from his right and another Unspeakable reveal herself.
"You didn't silence you footsteps. How was your end?" He watched his partner fold up his invisibility cloak and took it.
"Ran into two flunkies back at the unloading point. They were attempting to use an unregistered Portkey to transport the goods to…" She was interrupted by a moan coming from the injured smuggler.
"For Merlin's sake just put him out." She complained, irritated by the idiot's wails.
"Very well." Harry proceeded to deliver another kick.
Predictably the man screamed in agony but didn't faint.
He was about to deliver another when his partner sighed. "I meant magically." Instead of waiting for him to do it, she stunned him.
"You could have just done that yourself then." Harry spoke as he moved towards one of the many numerous crates that occupied the dock.
"I find your compulsion to leave your balled victims aware and conscious slightly disturbing." She stated dryly as she knelt and inspected the chief smuggler.
"I just find it much more satisfying that they experience the pain in the physical sense. No point just stunning them or using the Cruciatus. They gotta learn that we can fight back as well. Kinda dissuades anymore from joining the cause." Came the explanatory reply.
"Besides." He added. "Some of them are probably used to the Cruciatus by now."
"True." She nodded her agreement.
"Now…" A tinkering of metal interrupted him.
"DOWN!!!" Harry leapt at his partner, bowling her out of the way.
He distinctly felt something hot graze his left cheek as he rolled off Mary.
Fluidly he sent off three silent stunners randomly at the caster's original location. He flipped to his feet and followed with a devastating Explosion Hex.
Bits of wood and potion ingredients scattered in all directions from the explosion.
Harry was still on his guard and moved out the way when the red beam of a stunner came out from the dust cloud. It hit squarely on a still dazed Mary who was getting up.
Seeing his partner go down, Harry made to revive her but was interrupted by another spell narrowly missing him.
"Protego." He whispered as his shield deflected and blocked a few of the spells heading his way.
"Avada Kedavra!" The bright green light cleaved through his shield but Harry was already on the move when the first syllable was spoken.
He narrowly avoided a Cruciatus by twisting his torso in an almost impossible angle. He lost his balance and definitely pulled a few of his back muscles.
"Malleolus." Harry spoke clearly as he fell. He wanted his opponent to know the spell was coming. Sometimes knowing a deadly curse was coming would cause a person to freeze up.
"Shit." A voice cursed and the sound of a body hitting the ground was heard.
Whoever it was, was experienced enough to know when to duck. Harry's wand unleashed a deadly barrage of flaming darts. The projectiles pierced the darkness leaving red streaks of light in their wake.
Unknowingly, Harry had overlooked a fortunate advantage of the Flaming Dart Spell. The flames illuminated the area and revealed a figure rolling away on the ground.
Harry attempted to re aim his wand but he hit the ground first.
He heard a crack and felt pain shoot up his side and right arm.
He just had to land on his wand arm and most probably broke his elbow and ribs. They were no doubt bent now. His fingers felt numb and his wand fell from his unresponsive hand.
"Crucio."
His muscles tensed as pain raked his body. He trashed about as his muscles received a constant alternating neurological shock. He refused to scream however. This was personal now. He was definitely taking this guy down.
Eventually the curse was lifted.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Two Unspeakables poking their noses where they shouldn't. Accio Wand."
Harry twitching slightly watched as his wand flew towards a Death Eater.
'Idiot.' Was his first thought.
A piercing scream filled the air when the Death Eater caught his wand. The man screamed as his body stood shaking in pain. The wand's security runes that Harry the carved and enchanted, glowed white with power.
With a small flash the wand was sent back in his direction. The Death Eater now released from the attack, crumpled to the ground smoking.
Gritting his teeth, Harry picked up his wand with his good hand. He weaved a Numbing Charm onto his chest and elbow. It was sloppily done but it made the pain more bearable.
He made a personal note to work on his left handed wand technique in the future.
He aimed it at his chest and winched in anticipation. "Ferula." Bandages flew from his wand tip and tightened around his chest and arm.
He bit back the yelp that threatened to escape. Damn it hurt.
Harry gingerly rolled over, careful not to jar his already injured ribs. He summoned his two opponents' wands and left them in front of him. He dared not touch them yet.
He inspected them and found them to be normal, he wasn't surprised. Not many Magical folk enchanted their wands. It made them temperamental and their magic erratic.
Even Voldemort hadn't done any modification to his. Enchanting a wand only made the spells that came out of it weaker as the runes absorbed most magic to power itself. Thus one had to force their magic through the wand. This required expert control, something that one lost during a tense duel. Without the control, the spell's power would become erratic and unpredictable, not to mention the wand could overload and become prone to exploding.
Harry didn't mind, his Phoenix feathered wand was capable of handling large magical outputs and would therefore never overload.
Besides he could live with weaker spells when he felt lazy. It wasn't that tedious to recast a Cleaning Charm twice to attain the desired result.
He still remembered the time he overpowered a summoning charm. He had dodged the flying book which would have no doubt broken his neck if it hit him.
"Enervate." He shot a spell in Mary's direction.
She stirred and got up drowsily. Harry sighed and hit her with another.
She woke up fully this time and frantically looked around. "What happened?"
Only then she realized Harry's state on the ground. "Oh Merlin. You're hurt."
"So it would seem." He said sarcastically.
She ignored him and cast a few healing charms on his elbow. "I can't do much for your ribs, I never was good at healing spells."
Harry waved off the coming apology. "It would seem that our intelligence report was slightly off. A Death Eater showed up shortly after we did to oversee the shipment." Harry cradled his right arm as Mary leaned him against one of the crates.
"Does it hurt?"
He gave her a look that said 'What do you think?'. He winced as pain shot up his arm when he accidentally moved it.
"Here." She placed a better and stronger numbing charm on his arm. "I'll call in the clean up squad."
"I suppose so." He slumped and pointed at the two wands lying on the ground. "They don't look warded but I can't be sure."
Mary withdrew a pair of silk gloves and picked them up. She showed him two more she had taken and stored all four of them.
She then pressed a small amulet around her neck and spoke into it. "Mission complete. Send in the Aurors and Medics. We have one Operative down and other suspects in need of medical treatment.
"I am not downed." The boy protested.
"Oh be quiet you. You're down when I say your down." Mary waved his protest off.
Rolling his eyes, Harry took the time to look around at the mess that he had caused. He saw a familiar object by his feet and nudged it closer so he could pick it up.
It was a Basilisk's fang. It was only one inch in length compared to the one foot thing that had pierced him in his second year. The Basilisk that supplied this fang must have been bread sorely for the purpose of being harvested.
He closed his eyes and tossed it aside. Definitely illegal Potion ingredients.
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Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Headmaster's Office
"So this is indeed how he did it." The wizened old man muttered mostly to himself.
Across the room on a golden decorated stand his familiar chirped in reply.
"Yes indeed a most hideous act, but how does one destroy such a thing." He pondered staring at the now known second Horcrux of Lord Voldemort.
Dumbledore held it up to the light. The black jet diamond easily absorbed all light whereas the high quality gold of the ring itself shone with brilliance. Tilting it slightly he caught the faint impression of the Peverell coat of arms ingrained into the gem itself.
Sighing he placed the ring back on his desk beside a black diary with a hole trough the middle.
"Two down and five more to go." Dumbledore sighed as he considered a way to extract the soul fragment from the ring of Salazar Slytherin.
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London – The Docks Of London
After much poking and prodding by the Mediwizards that had arrived accompanying the Aurors, Harry was reluctantly allowed to go.
He had of course told them to expect some unusual results from his diagnostic scans. He had of course Obliviated them when they were done. After all, his medical history was somewhat unique.
Seriously how many Wizards had blood toxic enough to kill with a single drop? Harry still remembered the first time he had learnt of this. He was having a small duel with one of his Unspeakable instructors. The man had given him a bloody nose. In the process some of his blood got on the man's fist.
He had collapsed a minute after that and had to be rushed to the infirmary. They had detected a small but non lethal amount of Basilisk venom in his blood stream. The Medics he traced it to the small droplets of Harry's blood on the man's hands.
This had of course ended with him being examined. Had that drop of blood gotten into the Unspeakable's bloodstream, it would have killed instead of paralyzing.
Apparently it was the by product of him surviving the bite of a Basilisk. The theory was that one had to be one the brink of death before the administration of Phoenix tears. A few Wizarding researchers a few years back had experimented on the technique to develop a vaccine for the venom. They had done it on themselves.
None of them survived.
Harry on the other hand had to go one step further.
The fang had pierced his bone and had injected the venom directly into the marrow and magically altered it. The result was that his body's bone marrow was actively producing the poison.
Nasty stuff, Basilisk venom. A lot of studies had been done by both Muggles and Wizards on the effects of snake venom. They had been categorized into two groups. First was the neurological venom which blocked nerve receptors and paralyzed the victim. It would then slowly make its way into the major organs of the body light the heart and paralyze it causing death.
Second was a batch of digestive enzymes that actively and rapidly broke down cells and muscle tissue at a molecular level.
Harry shuddered at the thought of being digested from the inside out while still alive and conscious.
The Basilisk being a magical snake and with a title like "The King Of Snakes" it definitely had to have both types of poisons in its venomous secretions.
Therefore Harry was now immune to most, actually all poisons and most nerve screwing agents. This led to the explanation of why he never seemed to get sick when Snape poisoned him during his Potions sessions. It was also the reason why he could never seem to feel the effects of getting drunk.
All in all, it was pretty good. He didn't have to worry about food poisoning, the flu and getting plastered if he drank too much. The off side was that no one would play drinking games with him and he had to be extremely careful when he was kissing someone, something which wasn't happening anytime soon. Imagine your snog partner dropping dead on you because she got too enthusiastic and bit your lip.
Talk about being drop dead gorgeous. He smiled.
Due to this, Harry always carried two phials of Phoenix tears on his person.
Too bad He-Who-Smells-Bad had to be immune to the damn thing as well. Imagine Moldieshorts being dunked into the potion on his restoration, only to die from the blood that was meant to restore him.
Then again it wasn't really surprising that Voldemort was immune to the venom effects. The insane idiot had been drinking all sorts of weird stuff. Unicorn's blood and Nagini's venom, which Harry suspected was a Basilisk as well, were some of the things Harry knew he had drunk.
Harry himself being curious had tried Re'em's blood. It tasted just like most blood did, copper with a rusted iron aftertaste.
The blood of the Re'em allowed the drinker inhuman strength, which Harry enjoyed briefly. Briefly, in the sense that the magical muscles only lasted for a day at most.
This was unfortunate as the blood itself couldn't be kept for more than a week and lost all its magical properties if preserved with a stasis charm.
There were of course ways to make the strength permanent but Harry wasn't too fond of anything Potion's related that Unicorn Department cooked up. The last time he got a Potion from them it exploded in his face.
"Ah, James." He watched as the Unspeakable who was debriefing his partner had noticed him.
Forcing his eyes to pierce the man's shroud he was greeted with the happily smiling face of Nicholas Flamel.
"What has gotten you so tickled old man?" Harry snapped still experiencing and irritated by the after effects of the Curciatus.
"That Death Eater you took down."
"What about him." Harry asked.
"Looks like. What was it you called him? Oh yes, He-Who-Has-His-Name-Hyphenated-Like-The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived decided to send one of his inner circle members to ensure the shipment was delivered without a hitch." Mary was smirking beneath her glamour.
"I see. So who was it that decided to bless us with his presence tonight?"
"Augustus Rookwood." Flamel supplied. "A former associate of ours."
"He's mine." Harry immediately said when he heard the name.
Nicholas raised and eyebrow. "The Aurors have taken him into custody where he will be interrogated with the use of Veritaserum."
Harry snorted. "The fool is immune to it. Besides, one can still lie and fight off the Potion's effects. I know I can. He's also a known Occlumens."
"Very well, I'll arrange for you to have a turn at him. Mary , make sure that James here doesn't get too enthusiastic and kill him."
"I understand Sir."
Harry saluted him with the finger. "I ain't no sadist."
Both Unspeakables pointed behind Harry and spoke eerily at the same time. "That man would say other wise James."
He didn't need to look around to know they were referring to his balled victim. "He had it coming, ambushing me and all that."
Nicholas rolled his eyes and vanished via Portkey.
"Come Mary, grab hold. I just had a wonderful idea." Before she could respond, Harry had dual Apparated them away.
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Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – Head Unspeakable Office
"The report please James."
Harry sighed in irritation. "Please elaborate to me again the point of me giving you a verbal report when I will have to no doubt write up a written one which you are going to have to read again."
"Firstly it irritates you and secondly I can make a faster decision when receiving the information by word of mouth rather than reading through all the crap you usually write."
"That and written reports are mainly for record purposes." Mary added helpfully.
"Fine." Harry huffed and pouted as he moved for the couch.
Nicholas cleared his throat as the still standing Mary wondered what her mentor was doing.
"You give the report since you seem so enthusiastic about it." Harry waved to Mary as he proceeded to lie down for a short nap. His ribs were still hurting from the earlier fall he took.
"Very well." Mary took a deep breath. "As stated in the Mission briefing both my partner and I arrived at location at 0200 hours to investigate a rumored smuggling operation with Death Eater ties."
She paused as Nicholas made some notes.
"A total of three smugglers were observed at the immediate scene one who was inspecting the shipments and another two who were the manual labor. Seeing as there were meant to be no shipments scheduled tonight we assumed the targets were indeed performing illegal activities and responded with appropriate actions."
"Meaning you." Flamel pointed at Mary. "Simply stunned the two grunts while he." Pointing at Harry. "Balled the supervisor."
"I wish to state that my action was completely justified as my opponent fired the first shot which was not only a curse but an extremely illegal one at than." Harry mentioned from his place on the couch.
"Seeing as you aren't dead and neither is the other guy I hazard a guess that it was the Imperius Curse and not the other two."
"You know me too well old man." Harry grinned with his eyes still closed.
"Anyhow." Mary regained their attention. "Shortly after I rendezvoused with my partner. I was about to call for a Ministry clean up crew when an unknown and unregistered opponent showed up. James knocked me out of the way of a curse and engaged the enemy in a duel."
At this point she seemed rather embarrassed. "Due to my slow reflexes I was caught off guard and knocked out. When I woke the duel had ended and I saw James on the floor injured. I administered medical treatment as best as I could before calling for reinforcements and the earlier said clean up crew."
Nicholas raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Harry. "Getting wounded in a one on one duel James? This isn't like you. Maybe I should consider sending you back to boot camp."
Harry merely gave the man the bird. "He caught me by surprise and let's not forget Augustus Rookwood was an Unspeakable Operative unlike the other untrained pieces of shit we have gone up against, besides, I won."
"Cocky aren't you?"
"You better believe it." Harry muttered.
"Why are you sleeping by the way?"
"I am trying to get some shut eye before I have to go interrogate that idiot."
"You do realize that we have professionals for that sort of thing."
"You do realize they are Ministry Interrogation Specialist which means jack squat and that the person they are interrogating was an ex Unspeakable."
"So what am I suppose to do now?" Mary asked pointing at her sleeping partner.
Nicholas shrugged and reached under his desk. "Wizard's Chess?"
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Ministry Of Magic – Level Eight: Interrogation Rooms
"Level eight. Interrogation Rooms, 1, 2, 3…"
Harry didn't wait for the voice to finish when he exited the lift followed closely by his partner.
"You remember where the old man said they were holding him?" Harry asked his partner.
"I demand that you release me immediately. I'm a citizen of Great Britain's Magical Community. You can't do this to me." Came a voice from one of the many rooms.
Harry's grin was almost contagious. With a statement like that, the man was definitely guaranteed an inner circle member. Arrogant and assured of his blood superiority.
'So is Snape.' He reminded himself. Too bad Dumbledore would never allow him to kidnap and interrogate the slimy git. Well, no matter. He had a perfectly healthy and willing specimen here at his disposal.
Harry raised his hand in a casual salute to the Aurors when he entered the room. The two current interrogators looked at him and his partner somewhat uneasily. They were probably wondering why Unspeakables were here.
"How's our guest, gentleman?"
"We haven't gotten anything out of him yet Sir, except that he wants a barrister."
"Really?" Harry looked at Rookwood who was currently bound by one of the chairs that he'd seen in the courtrooms.
"Stand down men. You're relieved of your duty for now." He paused for a moment. "Would you two like to watch how an interrogation is correctly done? Or would you rather leave?" Harry asked politely.
"Stay." One of them answered. "He's immune to the Veritaserum, so I'd like to see how you boys do it."
"I'm a girl." Mary stated.
"Ladies then." He corrected.
"I'm a guy." Harry intoned.
"Unspeakables then."
Harry smiled at Mary Sue and she began layering silencing, locking and privacy charms around the room. Rookwood was looking more worried with each new charm.
"I'll never talk."
"I'm sure you wouldn't." Harry replied.
"Go to hel…"
He never got to finish the reply as Harry had drawn his wand.
"Otheo Shatteria."
The yellow Bone Shattering Curse was followed by a high pitched scream.
Rookwood was buckling in his chair. His arms trying to grab hold of his leg.
Harry slowly pocketed his wand and approached the twitching prisoner. Rookwood's shin was a mess. The curse had exploded his tibia, turning the bone into shrapnel and had nicely ripped his leg apart.
Mary who was watching the door threw a Blood Clotting Charm over her shoulder. They didn't want the man dead after all the trouble taken to catch him. The two Aurors were looking quite pale now.
"Sir, you can't do this!" One of them approached Harry who just pulled out a document.
He had used one of the special parchments he had nicked from Nick to draft up a license for him to basically employ any means he saw necessary to gather information from prisoners. Nicholas definitely knew about this one, but he couldn't do anything about it despite how much he disapproved of torture.
"Actually I can and I will." He ignored the Auror who looked lost.
"Now, Augustus, care to take back your earlier statement?"
"You'll pay for this you…"
Harry nicely cut him off with a Bone Breaking Curse, this time to his other shin.
Rookwood howled in pain.
"Oh calm down you pussy." Mary turned around looking insulted at Harry calling a Death Eater such a thing.
Harry ignored her.
"That's it. Two broken legs? Pathetic. I'd bet your victims of the Cruciatus faired better." He spat.
"Fuck you." Came the weak reply.
Harry was impressed. The man has balls.
"Castratio." Augustus shrieked in agony.
Harry corrected himself. The man had balls.
Another clotting charm flew past him.
"Thank you Miss Sue."
At this point, one of the Aurors had bolted and the other looked very green and was clutching at his groin.
Mary giggled at the Aurors reaction.
'Damn, and she calls me a sadist.' Harry thought.
Harry got tired of waiting and cast a Numbing Charm on the wounded areas.
"Now Augustus. You're one of Voldie's inner circle members, and have no doubt done worse than what I'm doing now. Therefore while I hate killing, I have no problems however making your feel like one of your victims. Understand?"
The Death Eater moaned and didn't seem to hear him.
"Otheo Shatteria." Harry pointed at his kneecap.
A burst of clear jelly liquid and white matter exploded out.
"YES!!! GOD DAMNED MERLIN!!! YES!!!"
Harry used the Clotting and Numbing Charm. "Good that we understand one another. Where's Voldermort's hide out?"
"I don't know." The man choked.
"Wrong answer." Harry tilted his wand to the other knee.
"No! Wait! Stop! It's in Little Hangleton, but I don't know where."
"Now you're learning." Harry smiled. "See, I ask the questions, you answer them and no one gets hurt."
Rookwood nodded quickly.
"How do you not know where?"
"Fidelius Charm." Was the quick reply.
Harry already suspected that the blasted charm was in use. So Voldemort was indeed using the Riddle House as his base of operations and not just as a meeting point. Interesting.
Harry was just a bit irritated that a spell used by his parents to hide from Voldemort was now being employed by snake face himself. Come to think of it, the spell was an extremely old and ancient piece of magic. Since the whole Voldemort's back fiasco, a lot of people seem to be employing the use of that spell liberally to hide their families.
"Who's the keeper?"
"The Dark Lord." Was the quick reply.
Harry frowned. The reply was a bit too fast, not to mention that the secret keeper of a location couldn't stay at the location too long or the entire charm would fall.
"Otheo Shatteria."
The other kneecap exploded and Rookwood screamed in pain. Harry canceled all the Numbing charms and pressed the tip of his wand into the man's mutilated groin.
He twisted it causing louder screams.
"Listen and listen closely Rookwood. I already took off one of your fun bags, lie to me and I'll take off the other. You can survive without any you know?" Harry hissed, his face close to the man.
"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy. Just make it stop." The man was weeping.
"Good." The Numbing charms were back on.
Mary, who was now inspecting Rookwood's possessions, passed Harry a small pendent carefully by dangling it on the tip of her wand. Harry wondered why she just didn't levitate the thing. Harry accepted it with his wand and dangled it just out of Rookwood's reach.
The man seemed to be eyeing the golden skull shaped medallion like it was a lifeline.
"I take it from the way you're looking at this, that it is a Portkey."
Augustus nodded and Harry moved it further from the both of them slightly. It wouldn't be good if he were to touch it and Rookwood shouted out the password and sent him off to a Death Eater safe house.
"Where does it lead and what's the password?"
"Tap it twice and say 'Blood Purity'."
"How unoriginal. Where?"
"Malfoy Manor." The man replied but Harry caught his hesitance.
The wand twitched and Harry begun the wand movements for another bone shattering spell.
"The entry point is guarded by four Death Eaters at all times."
"Thank you." Harry lowered the wand and Rookwood relaxed.
"Now let us talk names."
The "interview" as Harry liked to call it, continued.
Ten minutes later both Unspeakables left the room with a copy of all the Death Eaters Rookwood knew and all his spies and contacts within the Ministry.
Harry had also requested that he obtain Rookwood's pendent for further study. The fact that Harry had his wand out and that the Auror were looking at the now whimpering Rookwood, helped smooth thing over much more easily.
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Ministry Of Magic – Level One: Ministry Atrium
Harry who decided to take a walk after the interrogation decided to head out into Muggle London via the normal Ministry entrance of the telephone box.
Mary who moved to keep up with him noticed his shaking hands.
"You know, I never did expect you to take that interrogation so hard much less injure Rookwood that badly."
"I am not a sadist Mary, I hate killing and I despise torture. However to end this war, I shall do what I need to. The only comfort that I look to is that magical medical advances are much better that those of Muggles and those injuries that I dealt to Rookwood aren't permanent."
"The last time I checked I don't remember there being a cure for castration." Mary supplied.
Harry snorted. "I left him one didn't I?"
"You do know the Minister I going to hear about this."
"The man's an idiot."
"He may be an idiot but he is still the Minister and already he has made life hard for the Unspeakables."
"How do you know this when I don't?" Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Unlike you James during our breaks I spend my time in the training room talking and not training. Most Wizards tend to have a loose mouth when a Witch they want to impress is around."
Harry rolled his eyes.
Stopping by the Fountain Of Magical Brethren, Harry tossed a few gold Galleons into the waters.
Before he could move to the entrance a voice cut through the hall.
"HALT!!!"
Harry turned round his hands immediately feeling two of his four wands.
"By order of the Minister Of Magic Halt!"
Harry growled under his breath as he saw the Minister himself with a group of Auror heading towards him.
"That man is starting to outlive his usefulness as Minister."
"Don't do anything rash now James." Mary cautioned.
"Under no cases are the Unspeakables to be involved with any Ministry interrogation unless called for." Scrimgeour stated as he approached Harry.
"The prisoner was immune was an ex Unspeakable and thus held information that was sensitive and highly classified. Not to mention that he has been trained to resist most Ministry certified means of interrogation and that includes the forceful use of Veritaserum." Harry stated in a bored tone.
"That still does not excuse you over stepping your boundaries. I am the Ministry Of Magic and all interdepartmental relations goes through me before they are carried out."
"I am well aware of the Ministry Scrimgeour and as such I have a documentation certifying me from our head of department." Harry reached into his cloak and pulled out the folded piece of parchment he had shown to the guards earlier.
To his greatest annoyance the Minister swatted it out of his hands where it fell to the floor.
Harry's only reaction was the narrowing of his eyes as they followed the paper.
"The Department Of Mysteries does not have the authority to overwrite any of my orders as per the decree that I passed just last week. I will be having words about your performance later with your Head Of Department. You deliberately ignored the request of an upstanding member of the public's request for a Barrister as well as performing serious bodily harm. What have you got to say for yourself?"
Harry remained quiet as his hands behind his back started moving.
"Nothing it seems. I also believe that you have tampered with evidence by removing something that was in the captured individual's possession."
Harry grunted as the hands that were behind his back appeared with a familiar medallion.
"What is it Unspeakable?" The Minister demanded.
"A Portkey in the form of a medallion." Harry answered truthfully.
Scrimgeous looked at one of the many Aurors behind him in question. The man who Harry recognized as one of the guards that was in the room during the interrogation nodded in conformation.
"Give me the item Unspeakable." The Minister demanded.
"Fine." Harry handed it over.
"The actions and possessions of Death Eaters are the Auror's concern, not yours. You Unspeakables have no right to take possession of any materials that we may use as convicting evidence."
Harry was getting very irritated at the man. He was almost a carbon copy of his predecessor except that he had more of a brain and was actually doing something about the Voldemort threat.
However his efforts to control and monitor the Department Of Mysteries were getting more and more drastic. They were beginning to not only irritate Harry but they were hampering the efficiency in arresting the Death Eaters. The man insisted that the public only saw the Aurors doing the arresting and no one else. He completely refused civilian help and foreign aid. Harry would definitely have to work with Nicholas on how they were going to be rid of this new pest.
"What's the activating password?" The Minister asked as he shook the thing before Harry's face.
A feral grin appeared and Harry's brain stared ticking.
"Are you sure you want to know it Minister?" Harry asked nicely.
"I insist."
"Very well. Blood Purity."
'Idiot.' Harry thought and voiced it as soon as the medallion activated whisking the man off. For an Ex Auror the man must be getting rusty. Too bad he wouldn't be around any longer.
The Aurors naturally panicked and pointed their wands at him.
"Just following procedures boys. The Man wanted the password, I gave him the password. I advise someone to go inform the Wizengamot that we'll be needing a new Minister now. If this one makes it out alive, I doubt he would be in any shape to perform his duties. Good day gentlemen."
Harry turned and swept away from the wide eyed Aurors.
"We're so fucked. We lost the Minister." He heard one of them say as he entered the lift.
Harry laughed as he walked away from the group.
"What the hell was that James?" Mary hissed as she grabbed his arm.
"Just disposing the trash." Harry calmly replied.
"I may not be the most observant person in the world James but I noticed you activated the Portkey without the two taps that were required."
Harry smiled. "I have no idea what you mean Mary. I simply followed the Minister's words to the letter and gave him the medallion. You saw the Auror confirm that it was the genuine article yourself."
Beneath her shroud of darkness, Mary's eyes narrowed.
"Now run along and report this latest development to the Dragon. It seems my new mood had decided I have an errand to run."
With that Harry left his partner in confusion as he bypassed the wands scan and exited the Ministry.
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Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – Head Unspeakable Office
"HE WHAT!?!?!?" Nicholas Flamel's voice could be heard outside his office despite the multiple privacy wards layered on it.
Mary simply shrugged as the old man composed himself. "Pathertrory is up to something Nick and I have no idea what it is."
"Knowing him it's definitely big. If you run into him tell him I wish to have a word with him regarding his latest actions."
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Hogsmead
Harry briskly moved across the grounds of Hogsmead. He mainly ignored most of the town's inhabitants as they stared warily at him. It was after all not a common sight to see an Unspeakable out from the Department Of Mysteries.
Seeing the small Basilisk's fang had given him an idea.
Reaching the Shrieking Shack he attempted to Apparate past the barbed wire fence but was rudely tossed back to his point of origin with a headache.
"This is interesting." He mumbled as he shook off the dizziness. It would seem that someone had recently placed an Anti Apparation ward over the small building itself.
Drawing his wand, he sheared away the wire, wood and creepers, he moved towards the house. He kept his wand out, ready incase the dwelling was occupied.
As he neared he saw a small path leading to the front door from an actual gate.
Whoever was the previous owner of the house was definitely a very private person. He questioned the logic of placing a gate at the back of the house facing away from the road. The path itself was barely visible from the growth of the long grass pushing out from beneath the gravel.
The house was uninhabited and he made his was through the tunnel to the Whomping Willow. Donning his Invisibility cloak and for good measure, activating the Disillusionment Charm of his cloak, he left the small entrance.
Paralyzing the tree with a simple Banishment Charm to its knot at the base, The-Boy-Who-Became-An-Unspeakable moved into the castle past the main doors.
Harry thought about how easy it was to infiltrate the castle but shot it down quickly. The wards were probably ignoring him due to his non harmful intentions, that and he was still technically a student at the school.
He easily made it to his destination of the girl's toilet haunted by the ghost of Myrtle. Being a school day, most of the teachers and students were in class and thus he didn't need to avoid anyone.
He had of course seen Snape heading towards the Headmaster's office muttering about insufferable brats. For a moment, Harry wished the he'd trip the greasy bat, but doing so would give himself away.
Shutting the door behind him he checked each cubicle to make sure Myrtle wasn't around.
She wasn't.
"Open."
The hissing followed by the deep rumbling of stone mechanisms. Taking a deep breath he plunged into the darkness.
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Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Chamber Of Secrets
Now this was new.
Four frigging years and the damn snake hadn't even rotted one bit.
Damn.
The nature conservationists would be pissed. Imagine the pollution caused by the non biodegradable snake.
Harry couldn't believe it. The serpent was still whole and didn't look any older. Maybe a little dryer, but only slightly. After all not many things would dry up in a wet cold dungeon.
'This doesn't make sense.' As he inspected the carcass he found the answer. By the dead body's head were two rodent skeletons.
Apparently rats were pretty smart. Two of them must have picked at the Basilisk flesh and died. The others now knew better and left it alone.
Also judging by the lack of stench. He concluded that bacteria couldn't grow on it as well. This was of course new to him. He had always thought that snakes stored their venom in glands somewhere at the roof of their mouth, apparently this wasn't the case with the Basilisk. The King Of Snakes just had to take it one step further and become a living mass of poison. No doubt it had venom glands which he would probably harvest at a later date.
"This sucks." Harry referred to his blood and imagined himself in his coffin forever preserved.
He chuckled briefly at what future exhumers would think when they decided to move his body in the future
Harry had planned to at least harvest some useful ingredients from the creature before it completely rotted. However seeing how it was doing, he decided to do so at a later date.
Call him selfish for not exposing such a treasure trove of Potion ingredients but he didn't want such valuable items falling into Voldemort's clutches.
He saw something familiar on the stone floor near the Basilisk's head. Harry bent down a picked up the broken fang piece. He placed it in his robe's many pockets.
He then reached into the thing's mouth and forcefully snapped off the opposite fang. That too went into his robes.
Pulling out two empty crystal phials, he pressed them to the fang's fragment remaining in the beast's mouth. Pressing upon the venom glands located at the roof of the mouth, he was rewarded with a steady flow of milky white liquid running out the hollowed fang.
With the two materials he needed collected, he tapped his cloak twice and mumbled the activation password.
Harry Potter vanished from the Chamber Of Secrets.
XXXXX
Diagon Alley – Ollivander's Wand Store
"This is indeed a surprise." The low scratchy of the old wand maker spoke.
As an Unspeakable with a high rank with a first name familiarity with the Head Unspeakable, Harry had learnt some very interesting things.
When Ollivander's Wands stated 'Makers Of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.' it literarily meant it.
The old wand maker had been around for more than two millennia. Nicholas had told him the story of how the man had attained his immortality.
Ollivander had taken the same steps in the creation of the Philosopher's Stone as had Flamel. He had unfortunately pulled a Neville and messed up without knowing.
He had accidentally attained that which Voldemort had been seeking all these years. Permanent Immortality.
"Holly and Phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry had the feeling of Déjà Vu but answered in affirmation.
"Nice to know that its still working. Albus told me what happened a few years back. Simply amazing the result of what Brother Wands can achieve." The man seemed to zone out.
Harry cleared his throat and the man returned to reality.
"What can I do for you Mr. Potter. It's not everyday I get a dead person in my store."
One of these days Harry simply had to figure out how he did that.
"I require a new wand Sir."
"Another? I can tell you already have a few. Might I see the new ones?"
Harry withdrew his backup wand. It was pure white and slightly translucent in some places. He handed it over. He had forgone the security runes on this one as it didn't require it.
"Very interesting combination Mr. Potter, truly a unique combination." He rolled it about his palm much like he had done back at the weighing of the wands in Harry's fourth year.
"Hmmm… A Gregorovich creation. Unicorn ivory, hair and oh my… Its blood Mr. Potter. A cursed yet very powerful wand."
In his travel, Harry had come upon a Unicorn slain by poachers. Rather than letting the magnificent animal go to waste. Harry had harvested it before burying the remains.
As a result he had gotten the wand created in the only place that he knew allowed legal yet questionable wand creation. He had traveled to Bulgaria to do so.
When he had seen the result Harry had fallen in love with it. The wand maker had used the entire horn of the Unicorn as the shaft, replacing the need for wood. His own blood had been added into the core allowing only himself use of the wand. Anyone else would receive a rather nastier surprise than what they would expect from his Phoenix wand. The only down side was that the wand thoroughly refused to perform any dark magic spells.
Mr. Ollivander handed the wand back to him. "Now, might I ask what type of wand do you need? It is very rare that a Wizard or Witch requests a fifth wand. You'll need to fill out a license for, allowing you anything above one personal wand."
Ollivander drew up the necessary documents when Harry supplied him with some special confidential charmed parchment allowing the ownership of multiple wands. The wand maker had raised his eyebrow at the nature of the parchment but remained silent.
"I need another two." Harry indicated as he signed the papers with a blood quill.
"A sixth wand Mr. Potter? Fancy yourself a collector do you?"
"In a way. You wouldn't regret making these two new wands for me ."
"I look forward to it."
With the documents signed and filed away magically at the Ministry. The confidential stamp would prevent anyone peeking at them. Ollivander got down to business.
"I request privacy for this matter Sir."
The man understood and waved his wand to shut the shop and erect privacy wards.
Harry noticed that his wand looked extremely old and fitting for someone like him. The wand resembled a gnarled piece of drift wood. It wasn't straight like the modern ones that were carved out. It looked as if the man had drilled a hole in a twig and filled it with a core. It looked extremely delicate.
"Now Mr. Potter. Tell me your specifics."
"I wish to commission two of the most powerful custom wands made to date."
"How?"
"It should be an excellent project for you. Remember the effect of Brother Wands?"
Ollivander nodded.
"These wands would not be Brother Wands, I intend for you to construct a set of twin wands."
Harry smirked at the eager light that appeared in the man's eyes.
"I'll provide the materials." He withdrew several items form his cloak. "Two twin fangs of a Basilisk, two phials of venom for the same creature and lastly two phials of my own blood for the bonding process."
"Oh my." Ollivander inspected the two fangs. "In normal cases the wood of a wand requires treatment to allow it to infuse itself with the magic from the core material. This however is fully infused and requires no such preparation. Follow me." Ollivander picked up the two fangs and four phials and swept into the back room.
Harry shrugged and followed.
"With all the ingredients already prepared I'd say your wand could be completed today." The man sounded positively giddy as he dashed from workbench to another gathering tools.
Only then did Harry realize that throughout the entire time Ollivander had been handling the fangs with gloved hands.
Harry suddenly had a worrisome thought. What if he had reduced the fang's magical potential by touching them bare handed? He voiced his thoughts.
"Normally it would Mr. Potter. However the wands are meant for you and it wouldn't make a difference." Harry relaxed.
Ollivander placed both fangs on the workbench and Harry observed.
Using a saw made from cast iron the man laid both fangs side by side and cut off the jagged ends. Both, were now of equal one foot length.
Next, they were steam heated and carefully bent straight. They now resembled bone white wands instead of teeth.
Once again using the same saw, he carefully split both in to two. All this was done with only the fang touching cast iron and the silk lining of the workbench.
"Can't have them touching anything living or was once living Mr. Potter. Iron is very insulating and doesn't contain magic in the slightest."
Ollivander finished by etching various runes on the inside with a iron chisel. Harry had to admit, it didn't look easy and even then the man was taking extreme care and going slower than he normally would,
"Excellent how the hollowed fangs allow for the easy implantation of the core materials. Drilling damages and unbalances the magical properties of the fang."
Harry stayed silent, willing to watch and not disturb the man.
After the runic carving, it was dusted to remove extra bone fragments with a silk brush. It followed by another steam heating where tongs closed the holes on either end of the fang.
Finished, they were wrapped in a silk cloth and stored in an iron chest. Now that Harry had been in the workshop for nearly an hour he noticed every thing in the room was either silk or iron. Ollivander definitely took his business and trade extremely seriously.
"Excellent. Now, we prepare the venom."
The four phials were uncapped and their contents measured. The same amount from each phial was mixed in a small crystal beaker.
Ollivander then pulled out something Harry thought he'd never see in a Wizarding environment, a portable Bunsen burner and tripod set. It reminded Harry of his primary Chemistry Science class.
The small beaker was placed in a larger one filled with water that was heated.
"Can't allow direct heat. Basilisk's venom is extremely volatile and we need to thicken it by heat."
What followed was the most boring half hour of watching water boil and evaporate. Harry was fidgeting with the hem of his cloak. Ollivander on the other hand eagerly kept switching views between his watch and the breaker.
Eventually the mixture had turned into a thick blackish sludge. It was sucked up with another crystal syringe and equal amounts spread into the four fang pieces.
Two were swapped to ensure equality. Harry noticed the runes flash white as the pieces were tipped sideways.
' They must prevent the venom from spilling out.' Harry assumed.
Finally the two halves were carefully joined and a white light ran down the wand's seam sealing it back to its original state. The two master pieces were than placed in a silk lined mahogany case with Ollivander's name on them.
The old man slumped back onto the many chairs. He let out a contented sigh.
"Finished."
Harry looked at his watch. Almost five hours had passed.
"How much Sir?" Harry enquired.
"I would say no charge but you don't look like you'll accept that."
Harry nodded.
"Very well I'll charge you the normal price then. For each wand beyond your first the Ministry charges a fee of two hundred Galleons for each wand, since you have six that will come to a thousand each of your custom wands are five hundred Galleons each, but since you provided the ingredients a discount of five hundred is added. Therefore the total comes to, one thousand five hundred Galleons Mr. Potter."
Harry placed two leather money pouches on the man's workbench. Each had a thousand Galleons in them but Ollivander didn't need to know that.
The wand maker handed him the cases. "These are without a doubt my two most powerful wands ever made this century. Use them well." His eyes bore into Harry's
"Yes Sir. Thank you."
"Good. Now go. Leave me to rest." The man waved him out.
"Another thing, Sir, I would advice that you disappear within the next few days. Voldemort has been stepping up his attacks and very soon he would come for you."
"This store Mr. Potter has withstood the ages of Dark Lords and has never fallen, why would it now? The Ollivander Store Of Fine Wands shall always remain neutral."
Harry sighed. "Take my advice Sir, Voldemort isn't like the normal Dark Lords. He thinks and operates on a different level. He would never allow another to remain neutral. It's either join or die."
"I'll consider your advice Mr. Potter." The old man said.
Harry bowed and activated his cloak's Portkey.
XXXXX
Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – The Chamber
Harry moved briskly towards Nicholas's office. From the intelligence gathered from his earlier interrogation Voldemort's had made the Riddle house his new Headquarters and Lucius Malfoy was the Secret Keeper.
The man had of course gone into hiding the minute he was released from Azkaban the previous year. But Harry knew arrogant Purebloods all too well. A Malfoy would always be a Malfoy. There was after all no place like home. Where else would Lucius find a place that could cater completely for his high maintenance lifestyle?
No.
He wouldn't have to search anywhere else. Lucius would be at his family manor and nothing the old man said was going to stop him from storming the place. Actually, Nicholas might help him storm the place come to think of it.
He had heard many times both random Unspeakables and Nick himself express his want to perform a thorough and complete search of that house.
Harry smirked. Now that the Minister was gone the Wizengamot would be in chaos. With the help of Flamel, it would be practically child's play to obtain a warrant to investigate.
Author's Note:
Here you go folks a much shorter but still long update after a shorter period of time as compared to my last update.
Not much new in my life apart from the occasional naked drunk streaking across my front lawn.
Just for the hell of it I decided to include my personal list of miscellaneous junk that I type and store to ensure that I remember what have typed and haven't typed.
Also regarding the ending of the story there would definitely be a showdown between Harry and Voldemort. However since I have already written that particular scene, I'll like to state that it is going to be one of the most unconventional ways to end Voldemort's reign of terror.
ENSIGN
Nunquam Lamiae Morde "Me Ictus"
These are the names of Voldemort's Death Eaters:
Name – Rank
Avery–Regular
Carrows, Alecto–Regular
Carrows, Amyces–Regular
Crabbe–Regular
Dolohov, Antonin–Regular
Goyle–Regular
Greyback, Fenrir–Regular
Jugson–Regular
Lestrange, Bellatrix–Inner Circle
Lestrange, Rabastan–Inner Circle
Lestrange, Rodolphus–Inner Circle
Macnair, Walden–Inner Circle
Malfoy, Lucius–Inner Circle
Mulaber–Regular
Nott–Inner Circle
Rookwood, Augustus–Inner Circle
Snape, Severus–Regular
These are the names of the different division within the Department Of Mysteries:
Division – Code name
Research And Development – Unicorn Division
Field Surveillance – Phoenix Division
Analysis And Tactical Specialists – Serpent Division
Counter Intelligence - Raven Division
Operatives – Griffin Division
Head Unspeakable – The Dragon
These are the names of the departments within the Department Of Mysteries:
Name of room – Overseeing and managing division
Intel. Department – Phoenix and Raven Division
Tactical Operations. – Phoenix, Serpent and Griffin Division
Danger Room – Griffin Division
Room Of Death – Raven and Griffin Division
Research And Development – Unicorn Division
Room Of Unknown Magic – Unicorn Division
Room Of Prophecies – Unicorn Division
Room Of Time – Unicorn, Phoenix, Raven, Griffin and Serpent Division
Room Of Memories – Unicorn, Phoenix, Raven, Griffin and Serpent Division
Unspeakable Offices – Unicorn, Phoenix, Raven, Griffin and Serpent Division
Head Unspeakable's Office – The Dragon
The layout within the Department Of Mysteries
The Chamber leads to all rooms in the Department Of Mysteries
The Unspeakable Offices lead to most of the other rooms
Unspeakable Offices
- Head Unspeakable's Office
- Tactical Operations.
- Intel. Department
- Danger Room
- Room Of Time - Room Of Death - Room Of Prophecies
- Room Of Memories - Room Of Unknown Magic
- Research And Development
These are the levels within the Ministry Of Magic
Level One:
Ministry Entrance And Exit
Ministry Atrium
Fountain Of Magical Brethren
Floo Access
Apparation Point
Level Two:
Department Of Magical Law Enforcement
Improper Use Of Magic Office
Auror Headquarters
Wizengamot Administration Services
Level Three:
Department Of Magical Accidents And Catastrophes
Accidental Magic Reversal Squard
Obliviator Headquarters
Muggle Worthy Excuse Committee
Level Four:
Department For The Regulation And Control Of Magical Creatures
Beast, Being And Spirit Division
Goblin Liaison Office
Pest Advisory Bureau
Level Five:
Department Of International Magical Cooperation
The International Magical Trading Standards Body
The International Magical Office Of Law
The International Confederation Of Wizards, British seats
Level Six:
Department Of Magical Transportation
The Floo Network Authority
Broom Regulatory Control
Portkey Office
Apparation Test Centre
Level Seven:
Department Of Magical Games And Sports
The British And Irish Quidditch League Headquarters
Official Gobstones Club
Ludicrous Patents Office
Level Eight:
Interrogation Rooms 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20
Level Nine:
Department Of Mysteries
Level Ten: Accessible Via Level Nine
Courtroom 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20
These are the locations visited so far:
Location Unknown
Location Unknown – Aerial Combat Training Center: Rally Point
Location Unknown – Aerial Combat Training Center: North Forest
Location Unknown – Flamel Manor
Location Unknown – Flamel Manor – Waiting Room
Location Unknown – Flamel Manor – Drawing Room
Location Unknown – Harry's Personal Safe House
Location Unknown – Classified
Location Unknown – Ministry Safe House
Location Unknown – Unspeakable Safe House
Location Unknown – Unspeakable Safe House – Harry's Office
Location Unknown – Unspeakable Safe House – Outside Harry's Office
Location Unknown – Unspeakable Safe House – Dueling room
No. 4 Privet Drive – Dursley's Residence – Harry's Personal Safe House
Ministry Of Magic – Level One: Ministry Atrium
Ministry Of Magic – Level Two: Wizengamot Administration Services Subdivision: Minister Of Magic Office
Ministry Of Magic – Level Two: Auror Headquarters – Briefing Room
Ministry Of Magic – Level Eight: Interrogation Rooms
Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries
Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – Head Unspeakable Office
Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – Armory
Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – Tactical Operations
Ministry Of Magic – Level Nine: Department Of Mysteries – The Chamber
Ministry Of Magic – Level Ten: Courtroom 5
Ministry Of Magic – Level Ten: Prisoner Transit Room
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Quidditch Pitch
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Castle Grounds
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Headmaster's Office
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Chamber Of Secrets
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry – Room Of Requirement
Hogsmead
Hogsmead – The Shrieking Shack
London – Number 12 Grimmauld Place
London – Number 12 Grimmauld Place – Library
London – Number 12 Grimmauld Place – Kitchen
London – The Docks Of London
Diagon Alley – The Leaky Cauldron
Diagon Alley – Gringotts Bank
Diagon Alley – Ollivander's Wand Store
Diagon Alley – Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions
France – Paris Wizarding District
France – Paris Wizarding District: Transport Department
France – Outskirts Of Paris
Italy – Outskirts
Somewhere On Earth
The Timeline So Far:
- Harry is held for trial in the Ministry's courtroom and is found guilty.
- Harry escapes and levels the Prisoner Transit Room.
- Harry is intercepted by Unspeakables on his departure to Azkaban Island.
- Harry goes against Unspeakables in main entrance of Department Of Mysteries.
- Harry's Double dies in Azkaban Prison.
- Fudge and Umbridge are brought to trial and found guilty.
- Harry gets awakened by the Head Unspeakable and is recruited into the Unspeakables.
- Harry knocks out Head Unspeakable during his recruitment.
- Harry visits his own wake.
- Death Eaters attack the wake of Harry Potter and Harry leaves.
- Remus reaches Shrieking Shack.
- Harry lounges in Leaky Cauldron and visits Gringotts to edit his will and accounts before returning to the Leaky Cauldron and getting caught by Nicholas Flamel.
- Minister Of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour plots to take Potter and Black fortunes when he is alerted of the will reading.
- Ron and Hermione reads Harry's letter.
- The will of Harry James Potter is read.
- Harry begins his training with the Unspeakables.
- Harry Potter appears as James Pathertrory.
- Harry Potter takes out Malfeays and Malgerians in Death Eater safe house.
- Harry gets assigned to Italy to destroy any support base for Voldemort from the Italian Organized Crime Families.
- Harry makes a detour in France and gets the Head and his Heir to the Malfeay house arrested.
- Harry completes his Italian assignment and gets issued a partner.
- Mary's training begins
- Mary's takes the evaluation test which gets interrupted.
- Harry is requested to break in some FNG's for flying lessons.
- Harry and Mary gets invitation to Flamel Manor.
- Harry and Mary go shopping.
- Harry and Mary go to Flamel Manor.
- Nicholas tells Harry about new assignment and reassigns him.
- Harry and Mary breaks up illegal smuggling operation at the Docks Of London.
- Harry interrogates ex Unspeakable Augustus Rookwood.
- Harry vanishes the Minister Of Magic.
- Harry visits Hogwarts and acquires two new wands.
- Harry plans for the eventual assault on Malfoy Manor.