Reconciling and Reorganizing Old Friends
Chamber of Secrets
She is defenseless and taken out. She can't harm anybody.
He felt short of breath. He struggled against spectacular binds but couldn't get up.
The blank lifeless eyes of Martin stared back at him.
A calm hand was placed on his cheek and Harry felt fresh oxygen race into his lungs.
A pair of mushroom clouds rising over Hogwarts.
Dumbledore's lifeless body leaks blood as debauched vampires feast on it.
Harry got up with a jolt, but a strong arm held him down. He blinked rapidly as he struggled to get his vision to correct itself. He took deep breaths to familiarize himself with his surroundings. An exotic scent of evening flowers and fresh delight hit him, and Harry breathed in deeply as it calmed his nerves.
"You don't dream easy, Harry." The owner of the arm called out. Harry glanced upwards to see it was Morrigan in her usual Slytherin garb that Harry was lying against. She lazily strolled through a thick tome levitated in the air. Harry would have remarked at her control if not for the fact that his throat seemed parched. As if reading his mind, a pitcher of water emptied into a glass cup and floated towards him. He eagerly gulped it down.
"What time is it?" Harry asked, not willing to discuss dreams with a girl he had planned to condemn to life in Azkaban just days ago.
"8:30 AM on a pleasant English summer morning." Morrigan replied, "The OWL results came in. I took the liberty of placing them near your jacket."
Harry opened it and Morrigan chuckled,
"Straight Os except for History of Magic and Astronomy." Morrigan commented, "Dorea would be proud. You did improve significantly in Potions. And I suppose my humble contributions to your Charms and Defense."
"You are very welcome to have such capable apprentices. We will make your name popular in all the magical countries." Harry shot back, "I will make you proud. You are welcome."
"What did you get?" Harry asked.
"Straight Os and commendations." She replied, "Naturally."
"Naturally." Harry mimicked mockingly. Morrigan laughed at that and glanced again at the letter as Harry viewed the second page, "I suppose you could thank Dumbledore as well for the apprenticeship."
Harry's eyes briefly glistened at that as he viewed the letter. It was a letter of commendation congratulating Harry on his extraordinary performance in his alchemy exam. Another letter enclosed congratulated Harry and Dorea on their outstanding performance in designing the armor and the prototype Edurus potion.
"Yeah, whatever." Harry replied, "Not all dreams are pleasant. Especially mine."
Morrigan gently rubbed circles on his back and Harry let a relieved sigh escape and leaned against her again. Why he always ended up coming back to her was a mystery to him. He had very little experience with women in his past life. The only good relationship he had was with Hermione and that was limited to friendship only. The only elder woman was Mrs. Weasley. With neither woman, he had any sort of romantic inclinations.
This was different. He had no idea snogging someone could feel so bloody euphoric. While Harry's inner voice told him it was just stupid teenage hormones, he knew there was something more. Something forbidden. Both the women while kind, dotting always seemed to prefer a specific version of Harry. A hero with a phoenix song who solved all problems with a song, a cheer, and an outlandish plan. A hero who was of perfect mold and would gladly take whatever the Dursleys threw at him on the chin and never seek out revenge.
A hero would follow the right magicks and steer clear of all that was wrong. He had to hide the sheer fury he felt towards the Dursleys, the forced squalor the Weasley parents kept all their brilliant children in due to their stupidity. The fact that notorious mass murderer Sirius Black, who had killed his parents, had broken out from allegedly the most secure prison in the world and had broken into Hogwarts thrice without any repercussions.
The fact that muggles had easily steamrolled over the wizarding world without any pushback. Above all, the fact that once again the fate of the world was slowly aligning towards a savior instead of sane government policies.
He was always gently steered away from exploring his own darker feelings. He was no philosopher but even the most hair-brained muggle kung fu movie insisted on the balance of yin and yang.
With Morrigan it was different. She was adventurous. More so than Harry was. She didn't waste away at books or quidditch all the time. She confronted life and stood her own ground. With her, Harry felt like discussing nothing was taboo. Unlike even him, she didn't balk from doing what must be done. In fact, she encouraged the exhilaration he felt from accomplishing complex pieces of magic. Nothing was too taboo when it came to Morrigan. In fact, the forbidden, difficult, and secret were especially welcomed and celebrated by her. Even when he confronted her with jail time, he knew he would lose a valuable asset in his war against Grindelwald and the Union.
One life of a girl who shouldn't have been doing what she had done, or the untold millions of witches and wizards around the world? And the untold millions that had yet to materialize.
"A knut for your thoughts, Harry?" Morrigan said.
"Just thinking about all this, you know?" Harry gestured to the letters and the chamber above him, "Sometimes it feels too much. I can't help but wonder if we were doing the right thing? We just murdered 5 people in cold blood without giving them the chance to defend themselves. Maybe there was a better way."
"That's foolish, Harry." Morrigan whispered as she gripped his shoulders, "They were enemies who infiltrated our country in the guise of our own citizens. Who knows what horrors Grindelwald would have subjected you to? We have both seen in the Giovanni manor what people who end up on Grindelwald's wrong side are turned into?"
"Yes, but killing them all?" Harry sighed, "Is that really the answer? How are we any different from Grindelwald? And how can we know we did the right thing? Somebody like Dumbledore might have found another way."
"Dumbledore would have elaborated some stupid scheme to take them all alive so they could have been redeemed later. Regardless of how many innocents fell in doing so….. Just as long as he could have postponed making the right decision." Morrigan spat.
"Morrigan, he did the best he could…" Harry trailed off.
"And what good did it do? He sat and twiddled his thumbs while France, Poland, and Belgium fell to Germany. He did nothing while his forces ravaged Russia and his proxies sowed terror in India." She said, "Only when we lured his forces to Hogwarts did, he finally realize the true extent of his follies did he go to war."
"He eventually realized the error of his ways, didn't he?" Harry remarked.
"He did that when the horse had well and truly bolted from the shed." Morrigan said, "By then too many magical lives had been lost and not just witches and wizards. Countless, Mer, fae, veela, goblins, and trolls have been slain under his watch. A century of peace won't be enough to cure this demographic collapse."
To that, Harry had nothing to say. He felt the weight of Morrigan's words pressing down on him, the truth in them undeniable. It was a truth he had skirted around for years, buried beneath the hero worship of Dumbledore. Regardless, he couldn't fault the man. He wasn't responsible for all the woes that befell the continent. He was a British wizard.
Yet, even as Harry struggled to find his voice in the face of Morrigan's impassioned argument, she pressed on, her conviction unwavering.
"That war wouldn't have stayed in Europe forever." Morrigan countered, "Eventually he would have set his sights on the British Isles. This entire nonsense war could have been avoided had the entire thing been strangled in the crib. If nothing, then for the sake of a pre-emptive strike to avoid a larger war – Dumbledore should have acted."
Morrigan leaned closer to him, his breath hot on his ear.
"Those with power have a moral obligation," Morrigan declared, her voice cutting through the heavy silence like a knife, "to take action whenever corrupting forces arise. To stand up against tyranny, injustice, and oppression, instead of burying their heads in the sand and hoping for the best."
Harry stood up from where they were and paced around.
"Not everyone is made for war, Morrigan. Regardless of how talented they are at magic. Even you cannot ignore the man's single-handed contribution to magical theory and society at large." Harry said.
Morrigan raised her hands in faux surrender, "Oh far from me to doubt the man's magical talents. His knowledge of theory was matched only by few."
"I am sensing a "but" there somewhere." Harry sighed and plopped down next to her once again.
"Not denying the man's talent." Morrigan said, "But he does have significant might that festers and rots. What good is such awesome might when kids die within your walls and muggle-borns are thrown to the wolves in muggle orphanages? Among other things of course."
"We are not even out of Hogwarts yet look what we have accomplished together? It's not so much that might matter but having the daring to do what needs to be done." Morrigan said, "While I am not an alchemist or sorcerer like you and Dumbledore. But if there is one ultimate truth I have learned is – that magic answers those who are tenacious enough to seek it. It doesn't differentiate between the likes of us. We can be Dumbledore, Merlin, Morgana, or even someone like Redwood. We are all equal in magic's eyes."
"Careful, that sounds awfully close to muggle religion," Harry said and Morrigan laughed again.
"When you work towards something, without hesitation, without distraction" Morrigan turned his head towards the closet they had stuffed Grey in, "Without remorse – the universe has a tendency to return your zeal and open paths for you, you've never thought of before."
She leaned closer to him, "Without remorse. Without hesitation."
Prying Truth from Grey
"Potion of phantasia." Dorea monotoned, "Made from psychedelic roots and mushrooms grown under the influence of a full moon."
"Truth serum's out of business, eh?" Harry joked and Dorea stared at him.
"No such thing as that. The so-called Veritaserum only compels the truth. Any practiced occlumens can deceive it by thinking what they are saying is the truth." Dorea replied. She threw the bottle towards him, "This will ensure that their senses are sufficiently drowned for you to interrogate them."
Harry gave the bottle a gentle shake, "Gottcha. Anything else?"
"Putting aside the morals of the deed you are about to do, what happens when he is of no use to?" Dorea asked.
"Dorea….." Harry trailed off.
"I see." She said, "I am not sure I like the idea of you doing these things at our age."
Harry spoke but Dorea raised her hand.
"However, one would have to be the most witless Slytherin alive to know we live in an age of war. Such times tend to force people to grow up faster." Dorea said, "Still I would like to save your soul if you will allow me."
"What do you have in mind?" Harry said and Dorea pulled out a letter and handed it to him.
"Your old friends in ECLIPSE would like a word with you," Dorea said and straightened up.
Harry stared at the seal below, it was a seal he saw Dorea wear on her formal dresses. The House of Black had written to him.
"Mr. Petrov." Dorea said, "I would like to formally invite you to the Black Manor on behalf of Lord Arcturus Black over the summer break. Arrangements have already been made with the administration."
Harry opened the letter and saw a short letter in a short, crisp script explaining much of what Dorea was saying.
"When you are done with Grey. Don't uh, eliminate him. My brother would be happy to take him off your hands." Dorea said and Harry nodded.
"Ennervate!" Harry chanted and Grey awoke with a gasp. Harry reacted with sharp reflexes and immediately poured the bottle down his throat as Grey was gasping. He struggled against the involuntary feeding, but Harry was having none of that. He forcibly clamped the man's mouth shut and forced him to stare above at the roof. Satisfied that the liquid was down his throat, he released him.
The potion was starting its reaction as he slumped and a dopey smile came over his face.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"Rudolf." The man replied.
"Why were you here?" Harry asked and the man didn't speak. It almost sounded like he was trying to overcome it. Harry pulled out his wand and looked into the man's eyes. His grimoire floated near him and Harry found the spell he was looking for. His mastery of it was nowhere close to Morrigan's but the man was drugged up to his eyeballs. Smashing through his defenses would be a cakewalk.
"Legilimens!" Harry chanted and the man's memories flowed by. Harry focused on the traumatic memories Grey had to weaken his psychic defenses. He chuckled as he saw the night of the assault from his perspective. The man still believed he had been attacked by a weird Dementor that could physically attack. Harry pounced and repeatedly played that memory including his maiming. Back in the real world, the man started moaning incoherently as he lost focus of his occlumency and was now under the full brunt of the Phantasia. Harry pulled out of his mind and asked the man again,
"Why were you here?" Harry asked.
"T-to investigate Harry James Potter." Rudolf moaned through a spit-addled mouth and Harry's blood ran cold.
"Who is that? How do you know that name?!" Harry demanded from the man.
"Strange muggle device. The Black Hand discovered massive fluxes in the magic sphere and investigated. They found the device there." Rudolf mumbled. Harry pierced his mind again and saw that the man was talking about the automaton-like the one he, Morrigan, and Charlus had combatted.
"What more do you know?" Harry said.
"A year back one of our spies, the barkeep swore he saw a boy look like this in a tavern near the entry to Diagon Alley," Rudolf said. Harry let out a string of expletives cursing the man's existence, family, his ancestors, and his ancestors' ancestors. This must have happened before Harry met Rupert and discovered his metamorphic abilities.
"What was to be done with the boy?" Harry said.
"Mark him and alert the black hand. Prepare to transport him to Berlin." The man said.
"What then?" Harry said.
"I don't know." The man replied. Harry cursed again. Accepting Arcturus Black's investigation was a mistake. He simply couldn't allow the ECLIPSE to gain such in-depth knowledge of his past. On the other hand, Arcturus could be a valuable ally in his fights to come. Be they against Morrigan, Muggles, or Ministry – Arcturus could open a lot of doors for him that would normally be inaccessible. Utterly inaccessible given that Albus Dumbledore was now dead.
Harry commanded Grey to list down every single spy or Grindelwald sympathizer he knew about operating in London. The man finished narrating and Harry let out a small, frustrated sigh at the shortlist. No doubt the Black Hand kept details of all their assets in Britain classified.
Nargulith, Harry said, Kill!
The Black Manor
The Portkey politely deposited him in an elegant garden hut inside the Black manor. Harry blinked a few times as his vision stabilized. He vaguely registered a house elf apparating away after hastily greeting him. Harry took in the manor's garden with unashamed, unhidden envy. All he had heard said about the blacks in hushed whispers, the manor was lively. The garden contained statues of marble that frequently changed positions and interacted with the environment around them. Peacocks strut around displaying the full, vivid range of colors to the world. The manor itself was painted with shades of white and grey.
"Welcome to our home, Harry," Dorea called out as she appeared. Harry noted that she appeared to be more at ease in her home than at any time he had seen her at Hogwarts. Another pang of envy went through him at that thought. For him, summer was always a tumultuous time spent dealing with the Dursleys.
Damned Muggles. Harry thought as he clenched and unclenched his fist.
"Harry?" Dorea questioned breaking him away from his monologuing, "Are you ok?"
"Just taking in this all, Dorea. You have a lovely home." Harry said.
"If it comes from you, it really must be." Dorea smiled. She struck her arm and Harry looped his in it. The two started the walk towards the Manor doors.
"Any chance you can clue me in about the meeting?" Harry said.
"Aside from the deal we discussed where you hand over Grey. There is nothing that complicated about it." Dorea said.
"Not complicated? Really Dorea?" Harry jokingly said, "Everything I've heard about THE Arcturus Black points away from normal. He is a bloody terror that's what he is."
"Harry!" Dorea said, mock aghast, "That's my big brother here."
Harry grinned at that although he could sense her unease at that. The two walked further down the road before stopping at the grand entrance door. Dorea placed her hand on the knocker before hesitating,
"I won't deny my elder brother can be difficult to deal with. Reputations don't exist in isolation after all." Dorea said turning towards him, "A lot of the Black family are strongly opinionated and won't hesitate to instantly resort to their wands to back up their words. Arcturus had grown up in the worst of this environment."
She gently grasped his hand, "The war had tenfold worsened the political environment of our house. Conspiracies were the norm to get ahead in life. This intense competition caused our mother to be poisoned. We still suspect it was someone in the family. They found Arcturus hours later cradling her head in his lap."
"Dorea, I had no …" Harry trailed off, unable to grasp the heinousness of such an act.
"All I recommend is Harry, that you be truthful. There is nothing a man like Arcturus values more than honesty regardless of how bitter the truth may be." Dorea said, "Now that he has once again faced death in the family, my brother needs truth now more than ever."
Before Harry could respond Dorea knocked on the doors and they swung open silently.
The Meeting
The Black Family Estate
Dorea led Harry straight to her elder brother. "Arcturus is waiting inside," she said softly. The door opened on its own, and Harry nodded at her before stepping inside. The door shut immediately behind him.
At the head of the table sat Arcturus Black. He embodied every stereotype of his family—tall, pale, thick black hair, with eyes that swiftly assessed Harry. Feeling small under his intense gaze, Harry strengthened his resolve and walked forward.
Arcturus didn't speak at first, just stared at Harry, who bowed slightly and greeted him. "Lord Black."
The title felt strange, especially since Arcturus was only a few years older than him.
Arcturus finally spoke, his voice smooth and controlled. "I see Dorea has mentored you well in our customs."
He stood up and extended his hand. Harry shook it, feeling the firm grip.
"Although Dorea has tutored you," Arcturus continued, "I am not pleased with the knowledge you have shared with her."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Lord Black?"
Arcturus' tone turned sharp. "You shouldn't have told her about ECLIPSE. She didn't have the need to know."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. He stared straight at Harry now, his expression stern.
"And if reports are to be believed, you took her on a sojourn with you to combat Grindelwald's agents. Alongside a Ravenclaw girl." Arcturus said, "Are you out of your damned mind, boy?"
"She insisted." Harry simply said. If the siblings were as close as Dorea implied, the man would know exactly what Harry was pointing towards. Arcturus ignored that and continued on his rant
"Worse still, you have decided to fraternize with mad blood, degenerate Gaunt." Arcturus said, "You even involved Dorea in your mad schemes."
"I am often not in the liberty of choosing my own allies, Lord Black." Harry said, "I simply chose from the best of options available to me. I must choose the least bad from ever-worsening choices."
"That justifies Morrigan Riddle," Arcturus said.
"If you fashion yourself as competently leading a war effort, Lord Black. You best adjust yourself to making a competent choice from the best of options." Harry shot back, "As it currently stands, I am the only one who has spilled Axis blood time and again. So, something must be right, no?"
Arcturus glared at him but before tensions could spill over another entered the room,
"This is getting us nowhere, Arcturus." Charlus said, "One way or another Dorea would have been brought into the war. This way at least she is serving with people we know."
Arcturus glanced behind Harry and Charlus approached them,
"Mr. Petrov, the new Lord Potter." Arcturus stood and gestured for Charlus to join them, "Although I have heard you two are already well acquainted."
"We burned down the Giovanni Manor in America." Charlus bluntly stated as he took his seat from across them.
"I see you two are already past your honeymoon phase." Charlus gruffly stated, "I see no reason to mince words here anymore."
Arcturus politely nodded. Charlus turned towards him and started,
"Harry. We are all that is left of ECLIPSE leadership after the failed invasion of France. Viktor Epcott too is here but more on that later. We have decided that the entire organization needs an overhaul. We need to be less involved in storming the frontlines and more involved in the cloak and dagger aspect of the war." Charlus said.
"What about the ministry?" Harry asked.
"The new ministry is completely onboard the plan. Gloria Bones is an old family friend and right now she will rubber-stamp anything we ask of her. She is already forming a spy service based on the foreign model." Arcturus said, "ECLIPSE will be formally joining this and will be a founding member."
"Gentlemen this all sounds very ambitious and all. What do you want from me?" Harry said.
"We would like you to join us. As you oh so eloquently put it, you amongst us all have the most experience in killing Axis forces." Arcturus sneered, "I'm sure you can put the two together to know why we need someone of your particular talents."
Charlus snorted at that, but Arcturus continued as if nothing happened, "Our presence ensures that none of the undesirable elements join this organization aside from funding it of course."
"By undesirable you mean people who aren't purebloods?" Harry asked.
"Don't get ahead of yourself with moral righteousness, Petrov." Arcturus said, "You are a muggle-born, no? Yet here you are."
"Besides, the old families are thoroughly riddled with sympathizers and agents that will need to be weeded out before we can begin to launch any more offensives." Charlus intervened quickly.
"You two have an awful lot of trust in the abilities of one new 6th-year student," Harry said.
"We are recruiting talented candidates that will help us win the war and maintain the coming peace and the balance of power. But you will be placed under command. A lot of retired veterans from the colonial and Greek wars will be joining us. You will likely be placed under the command of one such individual. Obviously, you won't have to be there forever. Career progression will be a thing." Arcturus said.
"Besides if nothing else, the pay is decent. Yes, you will be given a salary. The job will be a lot better than the infantry brigades they are forming in Nottingham." Charlus said.
A brief pause followed as Harry ran over the entire thing in his mind.
"I have a few conditions. You will find them reasonable. One Dorea & Helena will be a part of this. I don't want them anywhere near the front lines. So, no conscripting them and sending them to the border. Besides, we will need an academic mind to help us with research and problem-solving solving" Harry said and the two listened, "Also, I have two other names. Jim Campbell and Rubeus Hagrid. They're part of my research group back at Hogwarts."
"Done," Arcturus said without delay.
"The other, what about Morrigan?" Harry asked.
"She will never be a part of this." Arcturus coldly said, "There are all sorts of rumors floating about what truly happened to the Malfoys. She is lucky the commitments of the war have spread law enforcement too thin. Rest assured, when the war ends, her files will be reopened."
"Gloria also forwarded us documents from an anonymous source stating that they have strong reason to believe she is behind Myrtle and Dippet's deaths." Charlus gravely said. Harry forcibly stopped his eye from twitching. Why couldn't Gloria keep this shit private between them was beyond him.
"Regardless of your relationship with her, Harry." Charlus said, "I will personally ensure she is conscripted into infantry and sent to the eastern front. If she dies, she will have redeemed herself in service to the country and become a martyr. If she lives, we will see what happens."
Harry nodded grimly. This wasn't according to what he now wanted, but it would have to do. A lot can change during the war.
Both Charlus and Arcturus seem to think that they can beat Grindelwald. Maybe the Axis forces could be defeated, but the main threat was Gellert Grindelwald himself. In his original timeline, Gellert had been bested by Dumbledore in what was known as the duel of the century. With men as favored by fate like Gellert, cheap measures like poison, assassination, or subterfuge won't work.
Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort aka Morrigan Gaunt was the only one who had the raw power to match Grindelwald. Despite her youth and inexperience, she would one day grow up to be the juggernaut her male counterpart was. As much as it pained him to admit it, he needed Morrigan more than he needed others to counter Grindelwald and inevitably the Technocratic Union.
"A knut for your thoughts, Harry?" Charlus asked and Arcturus looked at him expectantly.
"Who am I to refuse when my country calls for me?" Harry rhetorically asked, "I would be honored to join the struggle against Grindelwald."
Arcturus shared a look with Charlus and continued, "In that case, we should talk about the Grindelwald's agent you captured. Dorea told me you wished to transfer him to us."
The moment of truth, Harry thought to himself.
"He is dead," Harry said.
"Dead?" Arcturus said.
"Dead." Harry confirmed, "Through some magic devised by Grindelwald, he regained consciousness long enough to commit suicide."
"Tragic." Arcturus said, "The man was sure to have valuable information…"
"If I may," Harry interrupted and passed a parchment to the duo, "This was what I could get out from him before he self-terminated. It's a list of some of the other operatives he was in contact with."
"Lovely." Arcturus immediately said and got up.
"It's good to have you," Charlus said.
"Both of you are staying for lunch though." He said, "Dorea insisted."
The Potter Manor
Regardless of how much of a hardass front he put up; Harry had to admit that Arcturus certainly knew how to throw a luncheon. The food and drinks were some of the best he had until now. Or at least his house elves did.
After the meeting had ended Charlus had insisted that Harry join him for a private meeting at his place. The moment he emerged from the fireplace Charlus was waiting and socked him straight in the face. Harry fell to the ground and Charlus kicked him in the stomach but Harry grabbed the leg and twisted.
Charlus fell on the ground as well and Harry punched him in the ribs. The two traded blows while on the floor with Charlus's larger frame gaining advantage over him. Harry desperately pushed the boy back and pulled out his wand. Charlus had already done the same and leveled it at him. The two glared at each other through bloodied faces as they contemplated using spells.
"Truce?" Charlus said.
"Truce," Harry replied and they both pocketed their wands. Charlus led the duo to a patio and a house elf deposited drinks before vanishing completely. The two nursed their wounds for a while before Charlus started,
"In case you are wondering, that was for not coming to the funeral," Charles said.
"I was there." Harry replied, "I was in disguise."
"Also, for ignoring me for all this year. You prick." Charlus spat back.
"Can you blame me?" Harry shot back, "I had faith in you. You lot went behind my back and attacked the muggles without consulting me. They went underground and now we don't know what's happening."
"Fair enough." Charlus said, "Arcturus wanted to grill you about the whole muggle thing as well he found in the ECLIPSE archives. Victor and I decided against it. We have a much bigger battle to fight right now."
"Thank you." Harry said, "Although you boys now know as much as I do."
"Speaking of knowing things." Charlus said, "I got my dad's will. A lot of stuff he left me. A very interesting letter."
"Oh?" Harry said.
"How come you never told me you were Harry James Potter?" Charlus said, "A long lost Potter. Illegitimate of course but a Potter, nonetheless. All this time under my nose."
Harry groaned and bought a cool glass of lemonade towards his burning temple. This was going to be a tough conversation.
End.
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