TWElve

Harry smiled at the petite blonde woman who he could see through the the video recorder.

"You must be Mrs Lovegood?" he asked. He knew she was the one but it was just polite to ask.

"I'm her," Pandora confirmed. His helmet was able to notice it when she started looking at it instead of him. "Is this helm the reason why you were able to bypass my Fidelius?"

"Yes, ma'am. Listen, I know you don't trust me right now. With you faking your death and hiding away in one of your family's old houses, me being able to find you like this must make you uncomfortable but please believe me I have no intention of harming you or giving you trouble." She was attentive while he spoke but seemed to be more focused on his helmet now that he was done speaking she was looking at him for real.

"You look like James Potter but have Lily's eyes," Mrs Lovegood noted. "Are you by any chance their son, the late Harry Potter?"

If Harry was not in need of her talents right now he'd have walked away. He relaxed himself and reminded himself that she wasn't the cause of his familial issues, she had hers too.

He remembered when Lily and Pandora were friends. He remembered when both of them hung out together with Alice Longbottom while he and Neville played in the background.

Harry remembered how Lily and Pandora, the two new recruits to the Department of Mysteries, used to exchange research papers.

Knowing that Pandora was dead and knowing that she might have had more information on the Unspeakables since she had been born Pandora Croaker, a cousin to Saul Croaker, the Director of the DOM, Harry snuck into her family home in Ottery St Catchpole.

Her husband had been home but her daughter was already in Hogwarts and wouldn't be back till summer. The man had been no problem to Harry because he'd been busy printing the newest edition of the Quibbler and didn't even notice the intruder in his home. But Xenophilius should be cut some slack because Harry was too good at moving in the shadows.

He found some hidden research papers but nothing about the DOM were on them, no single vital information.

It was as he had been going through this papers that his developing evolved senses stabilised themselves mentally. At the same time his empathy, precognitive and telepathic powers went online. All three of them used at the same time gave him a fourth psychic ability, psychometry.

When this ability showed, he started seeing images of the past. He saw and heard how Pandora discovered her daughter's precognitive powers and tried studying it. She tried to enlist her good friend's help to understand how her Luna could take glimpses into the wild multiverse.

Pandora's worst mistake was trusting Lily Potter and telling her about her daughter's powers. Lily Potter, the betrayal of friends and family, told Saul Croaker about what was going on.

Saul Croaker became interested in the project, too interested in fact. He was already talking about him trying to possess young Luna whenever she used her powers so he could witness it first hand and understand it.

That was the last straw for Pandora. She'd tried kicking Croaker and Lily out of the project but Croaker threatened to make the entire thing a project of the DOM if she did that.

Pandora was intelligent though so she invented a spell that will turn all of the Quibbler's ever written and published articles to secrets research papers of the DOM. This spell will be activated by her death.

She then faked her death but her daughter walked in on her so she had to modify the poor girls memory. After the burial of the simulacrum she created to fool everybody, she visited croaker who had been shocked to find out she was not dead.

She warned him of the spell that will release all Unspeakables' secrets if she died and told him that she'd kill herself if he continued the project. She managed to get an unbreakable vow from Croaker with this threat and when Croaker asked her why she faked her death she told him that she did it to show him that she's capable of killing herself.

Pandora Lovegood lied. Harry's new ability showed him the real reason why chose to fake her death. Luna has sight of a future involving her mother helping to create a new world for the magicals. The path Pandora was to follow was what she followed.

And as Harry controlled himself from reacting to her calling him the son of the Potters', he realised that Pandora could very well still be following that path.

"I am Harry Potter, but please don't call me Lily and James' son. They birthed me, that's all they did. They were never my parents so I definitely can't be their son," Harry told her, answering her question.

"Come in then, Mr. Potter, if nothing else I'd like to know more about this nice helm you are wearing." She invited him in with a smile.

~Break~

Yelena teleported Harry to the doorstep of a nice farmhouse in a countryside in Georgia, United States.

Harry knocked and waited. He shared a look with Yelena and then he looked around.

He was just close to knocking again when the door opened and middle aged man wearing glasses asked, "what can I do for you, gentleman?"

Harry smiled, hearing that. He was a gentleman wasn't he. Why, the other day he helped a young girl reunite with a mother she'd thought dead.

Yelena cleared her throat and dragged him out of his egotistical thoughts with a chiding look that made him blush. Sometimes he'd swear that she could read his thoughts if that wasn't impossible, because, well – you know, his mental implants and his mental abilites.

"Dr. Noah Burstein?" Harry asked, becoming as professional as he could. The man took two steps back and paused. He surveyed them for long before he nodded. "I have a job offer for you, Dr. Burstein."

~Break~

Harry and Yelena appeared on a street facing a tall building complex. They both looked up at the third window on the eighth floor of building.

The lights in that apartment were on and that was good news. They both started rushing across the street towards the building.

"So we got here before the government agents huh," Harry said. "Good thing EMPIRES is doing so well or we would have lost him to them."

"Don't talk about things like this so carelessly on the streets," Yelena admonished.

"Relax. I'm a skilled telepath now, a posthuman. Making people unhear things is the least of my capabilities." They were near the gates of the building and rain drops started falling down.

"Aren't you supposed to be the paranoid one?" Yelena teased. "Lets hurry up. I don't plan on getting wet anytime soon."

"You could just dry yourself with a selection of your Adaptoid powers, you know." The look Yelena gave Harry made him quickly speak up in agreement to her earlier request. "Or we could indeed hurry up. Mr. Forge won't wait for us forever, anyway. Is that even his real name. No parent is wicked enough to name their child Forge, isn't that right. Now that I think of it though, a former student of mine had a strange name. Conscience, was her name and she shortened it to Scien to be able to live with herself..."

Yelena fondly let Harry carry on with his insanity which she knew now was just an act. She was used to it now, quite used to it. It made him unique, very unique.