[ENTRY #001 – Recovered from Unspeakable Doraline's Field Journal]
Date: Unknown – Clock Unreliable, Temporal Interference Suspected

I don't like being forced into hiring this guy. That's the third time I've written that sentence. The parchment keeps fading it, like the Department itself is embarrassed. I'm not.

The others won't say it out loud, but they agree. Tallus especially. He keeps deferring, trying to sound resigned. Poor bastard's been through this loop before, I think.

I told them to shut up when he walked in. He doesn't look like much. Nondescript. Which, for our kind of work, is either a strength or a warning sign. Time will tell.

No accent. That threw me. American? Maybe. But there's something deeper. The way he watches—like he's cataloging, not judging.

[ENTRY #002 – Transcript of Private Meeting, Preserved by Magical Dictation Quill]
Location: Dept. of Mysteries Safehouse #47B, Knockturn Perimeter

Each of us went after the Level Blue target. Each time, no memory. Just... gaps. Fragments. This isn't like any amnestic effect we've cataloged.

We suspect Dolohov. Or someone worse. Soul magic. Demonic rituals. I found the drop house myself. Didn't go inside. I remember that much.

And you want him alive?
Yes. We need to know what he's doing. Before it's done to anyone else.

Understood, said the outsider. No protest. Professional. Chillingly so.

[ENTRY #003 – Personal Log: J. "Null" Carter, Alias: John]
Encrypted Journal, Analog Backup Only

These people think they're hiding something from me. I'm not offended. That's smart.

They don't know what a Null is. Most people don't. A dead zone. Immune to "weird."

I'm here on PM's orders. Not the magical one—the actual one. They want eyes inside. I'm to be those eyes. Ears too. Maybe a scalpel.

The pay's absurd. I stopped caring about the money after Orion. Still—it funds the support net. Alice is already pulling sigil data from the scene. Rituals. Conduits. I hate magic. It's too... faith-based for my taste.

[ENTRY #004 – Audio Log Recovered from Hotel Surveillance]
Time Stamp Corrupted – Playback Begins Mid-Conversation

You're a muggle.
Is that like a Nomag?

…[spell impact sounds: Obliviate, Memento-us]…

No, no. Stop that.

[Sounds of struggle. Chokehold applied. Subject unconscious. Entry ends.]

[ENTRY #005 – Debrief Note, Handwritten by Agent Doraline, Bloodstained]
Filed Under: "Unexpected Outcome – Muggle Containment Failure"

He bested me. Unarmed.
I thought he was just another soft-skulled squib the brass wanted to play politics with. I was wrong.
He didn't flinch at Obliviate. Didn't flinch at the stunning charm.

I was unconscious before I could even realize it was over.

He left my wand where I could see it. That's the part that bothers me. Like he knew I'd need to see it. Like he was being... considerate. That, or taunting me.

[ENTRY #006 – Support Node Transmission Log: "Alice"]
Location: Undisclosed – Line Secured via Q-Node Encryption

"NAME/ADDRESS FOUND."

Matched ring imprint from Karkaroff Incident. Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.

Recommendation: Alert Handler immediately. Subject may possess inherited magic unknown even to Departmental historians. This is old magic.

P.S. Tell Null to stop letting his phone die. Again.

[ENTRY #007 – Null's Notebook Margin Notes]
Written in Graphite – Likely During Meal or Idle Surveillance

Most likely candidates:
— Regulus Black – Missing, presumed dead.
— Sirius Black – Dead, but body never recovered.

Odds? Regulus is the safer bet. Which means… probably not.

[ENTRY #008 – Addendum: Handwritten by Doraline]
Filed Separately – Stained with Tea, Possibly Earl Grey

I hate that I'm starting to trust him.

He's not one of us, but somehow he understands the stakes. The job. Maybe even better than we do.

Still, if word gets out we hired a muggle, I'll be laughed out of the Department.

He doesn't care. I think that's why I'm scared.

FOUND JOURNAL ENTRIES: OPERATION "NULLCASTER"

Phase II: Initial Breach

[ENTRY #009 – Internal Memo, Dept. of Mysteries]
Subject: Muggle Asset "Null"

CLASSIFICATION: LEVEL ONE PRIORITY — CONFIDENTIAL

To: Director Tallus
From: Acting Field Chief Marwen

"Null" has demonstrated unexpected resistance to active spellwork, including but not limited to: memory alteration, telepathic intrusion, and passive wards.

Doraline's report confirms: he does not register on most magical detection protocols.

Either he's a squib with undiscovered compensatory artifacts or something rarer—an external fixed point. Possibly even a voidborn.

Requesting full bloodline screening and metaphysical echo tracing.

Note: I don't like the way he looks at Pensieves.

[ENTRY #010 – Doraline's Personal Journal (Redacted Version)]
Date: Two Days Post-Breach

He asked me if magic ever lies.

I didn't have an answer.

He caught me off guard again. Just like at the drop house. I know he saw something in the chalk sigils. Something we missed.

I keep telling myself he's a liability. But the truth is, he's the only one seeing the full picture.

That scares the hell out of me.

[ENTRY #011 – Audio Fragment: Recorder Hidden in Null's Gear Bag]
Transcript Verified via Lipsync Reconstruction

What I am… doesn't matter.
You sure? You talk like a wizard, but you move like you've seen war. Real war.
I have seen war. Your kind's just looks shinier.

[Long pause]

Doraline thinks I'm dangerous. She's right.

[ENTRY #012 – Surveillance Sketchbook, Field Operative 'Crow']
Drawings Annotated with Blood Type, Magic Aura Analysis

Subject entered the site alone. No backup.
Wards peeled off like mist from his coat. One was anchored—shouldn't be possible.

He left with something in his coat. A book? A bone? Hard to tell from this angle.

Magic hates him. Or fears him. Or both.

Recommend non-magical surveillance only. Magic breaks around him. Like he's an eraser.

[ENTRY #013 – Found Note, Crumpled in Doraline's Pocket]
Possibly Written by Null. Handwriting Confirmed via Enchant-ink Comparison.

"You don't have to like me, Doraline.
You just have to believe me.

There's something old coming. Older than Voldemort. Older than the Dark.

And it wants everyone to forget it was ever here."

[ENTRY #014 – Briefing Memo: Operation Codename "Deep Wake"]
Compiled by Support Agent Alice, with annotations

Target: Entity operating out of the Hollow Quarter
Last seen: Beneath shuttered Gringotts vault #913 (Black Family Seal)
Protective circle shows signs of ritualistic nullcraft — no known practitioner alive
Null has requested to enter alone

Director Tallus approval pending
Recommended rejection. Agent shows increasing signs of spiritual entanglement.

[ENTRY #015 – Doraline's Second Journal (Private Wardlocked Copy)]
Unshared. Handwritten. Unedited.

I followed him again.

He talked to something down there. Not a person. Not anything human.

The walls bled when he spoke its name.

He didn't blink.

I followed him again.

This line loops for the next 5 hours Agent Doraline is under surveillance. Subject Moved to St Mungo's 5th Ward.

[ENTRY #016 – Fragmented Transcript: Pensieve Dump from Null's Memory]
Viewer Notes Indicate Possible Temporal Overlap

— London, but not. Fog is wrong. Sky has no stars.
— Woman with white eyes calls him "Warden." He corrects her: "Null."
— "The Gate must stay closed."
— "And if it opens?"
— "Then I go back."

[ENTRY #017 – Official Departmental Redaction Notice]
Issued Retroactively. Entry Removed from Public Archives.

REDACTED:
The following entry has been removed from the Operation Nullcaster record.
Reasons include:

Breach of reality containment

Metaphysical contamination

Unauthorized invocation of TRUE NAME protocols

Further review pending.

DO NOT attempt to retrieve.