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crossoverficTitle: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: Written when I have two large pieces of coursework to do. What? This is way more fun.
Previous chapters can be found here in my journal memories:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
***
‘Welcome back Agent Potter.’ Agent Smythe said, getting up out of his chair and leaning over his desk to shake Harry’s hand. ‘Take a seat. How was your first mission?’
Harry sat down in the chair opposite before answering. ‘Eye-opening.’
‘Quite. I did read the reports.’ He settled himself back into his chair. ‘And now you’re probably wondering why I wanted to see you again so soon?’ He smirked, ‘You’ll like this – I promise. Your new wand Agent Potter.’ Smythe announced, opening his drawer and removing a wooden box before unlocking on the box with a tiny, ornate key and placing the box with its key onto the table.
Harry reached over, pushed open the lid, and stared at the gleaming wand held within. ‘How? Why? I mean…’
Smythe grinned. ‘Like it do you? I’ll ask you not to give it a wave until we get to the firing range in half an hour.’
‘I haven’t tried to use my wand since I left. I was too afraid that Dumbledore would trace me with it or something.’ He looked up. ‘Where did you get this one?’
‘Ah now – a little bit of an explanation needed with that.’ Smythe said. ‘Hold on – let me get Neal to bring us in some coffee.’ He pressed a button, ‘Neal if you would be so kind to bring in some coffee?’ He let go of the button, ‘We’ll just wait for that and then I’ll begin.’
A few minutes later Neal brought in the coffee and some chocolate digestives. ‘Excellent. Thank you Neal.’ Neal then left, closing the door quietly behind him.
‘Help yourself,’ Smythe said, picking up two chocolate digestives and resting them on his saucer, before adding his usual amount of sugar. Harry did the same.
‘Do you know who makes up the majority of this department Agent Potter?’ Smythe asked, stirring in his sugar. ‘Muggleborns and squibs. The wizarding world’s policy on muggleborns is really doing them no favours.’
Harry frowned. ‘How so?’
‘Simple really.’ Smythe said, dipping his biscuit into his coffee, ‘Quite a few of the top achieving muggleborns leave the wizarding world within the first five years of graduating. No careers for them - you see. Stuck in dead end jobs, whilst their pureblood peers shoot up the ranks with no acknowledgement of talent or ability. The numbers that do stay in the wizarding world do so – because of other ties.’ Smythe paused and ate the now partly soggy biscuit, before continuing. ‘Any muggleborn leaving the wizarding world for over six months is placed under a binding curse to ensure their silence.’ He looked over at Harry, ‘Muggleborns tend to resent the wizarding world after they leave – especially with that nasty little spell and of course the snapping of their wand.’
‘They snap your wand?’ Harry said, looking stunned as he put down his cup of coffee forcefully onto his saucer. ‘But that’s considered almost barbaric – I thought it only happened to criminals.’
‘You should read up on the spell they cast. Nasty little piece of work that is.’
‘But why do it? Surely there isn’t any danger in them leaving?’
‘Wizards don’t see it that way. There’s a law they don’t teach you about in Hogwarts – if you’re muggleborn and you spend more than six months away from the wizarding world – aurors will question you. If you state you no longer intend to live in the wizarding world…’ He shrugged and sipped his coffee, ‘Let’s just say – it doesn’t tend to go to well after that.’
‘And this wand?’ Harry asked. ‘Where did this come from?’
Smythe smirked as he set down his coffee cup. ‘Muggleborns have a tendency to be overachievers. Primarily to prove that they belong and are just as good, if not better than their pureblood counterparts.’ He tapped the box lid with his finger. ‘That little beauty comes from one of the most brilliant minds I’ve ever met. Muggleborn. Parents are both professors at Cambridge. Went into Hogwarts and got incredible results. Left the wizarding world six months afterwards. Unfortunately for him – no one wanted anything to do with wands made by a muggleborn. He’d studied you see,’ He said, turning his gaze to Harry away from the box, ‘Learned all the lore, read all the books he could find, did numerous trials to improve stability, spell-casting… But no-one wanted what he offered. So he left.’
‘I thought you said he wouldn’t be able to do anything if he left the wizarding world?’
‘Ah… That’s one of our more brilliant ideas.’ Smythe leaned forward. ‘You see Agent Potter, there is no law that says once a wizard has left they can’t still do magic. Accidental magic happens after all. There’s no rule against that. Such things are usually dismissed and ignored.’ He shrugged. ‘It happens. And as their wands have already been snapped…’
‘Then they aren’t going to be able to get hold of another one – so its all classed as accidental?’
‘Precisely. The only they can’t do is tell anyone where they’ve been.’ He leant back in his chair. ‘Our recruiters visit after the aurors leave. They already know about the wizarding world. So whoever has just been told they can’t go back – and can’t talk about where they’ve been is usually pretty glad to see someone who they can talk to.’ He nibbled on his second chocolate digestive. ‘Of course we don’t recruit every single person who leaves – but the man who made that.’ He said, gesturing at the wand, ‘Well, we needed a wand-maker.’
‘But surely – if he went back to get the necessary parts to build a wand…’
‘The wizarding world would notice?’ Smythe finished. ‘We don’t send him. He doesn’t want to go back. We don’t want him to go back. We’d rather he work under the radar so to speak. He likes ensuring that those who end up leaving have a choice in what happens to them.’
‘How do you get the parts then?’
Smythe relaxed in his chair. ‘You remember I said our department is made up with a large number of muggleborns and group of people Agent Potter? There’s one branch of the wizarding world that the wizarding world would quite gladly forget.’ He smirked again as he watched the realization dawn on Harry. ‘Precisely. Squibs. They can go everywhere and no one pays any attention to them whatsoever.’
Harry leant back in his chair and pondered all this information. ‘Will this affect me? The leaving of the wizarding world?’ He asked eventually. ‘Will aurors come out to talk to me?’
Smythe shook his head. ‘No – it won’t be a problem for you. Your father was a pureblood. Technically those laws won’t apply to you. Nice and hypocritical of them isn’t it?’ He looked down at the box. ‘So Agent Potter… Fancy giving your new wand a whirl?’
Harry reached over and pulled the box into his arms.
***
‘Welcome to Diagon Alley.’ Harry murmured as the bricks in front of them rolled back. He took a deep breath as he and his two companions stepped through the archway. Harry was glad he had his friends with him. Stepping back into the wizarding world made him feel incredibly nervous.
‘So… Bank first?’ Jack murmured from behind Harry.
‘Yes. My appointment is in a quarter of an hour.’ Harry answered, checking his watch.
‘Cutting it a bit close aren’t we?’ Alan muttered as he tried his best not to look totally out of place in the robes Agent Smythe had provided.
‘No need to hang about.’ Jack answered. ‘Get in, get out. Preferably before anyone notices.’ He pulled at the sleeve, before realising it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable. He glanced at the other two and noticed the slight tremor in Harry’s features. ‘Tell me Harry.’ He said as they stopped at the entrance to the bank. ‘How come it took you so long to work out they’re all crackpots in this place – when they make you wear these dresses?’
Alan sniggered. Harry groaned. ‘Come on you two. Try not to embarrass me in front of the goblins.’
‘Me? Embarrass you?’ Jack looked offended at the mere suggestion.
‘Yes – you. Or need I remind you about the time we ended up in Namibia. Again?’
With that, they entered the snowy-white building that housed Gringotts Bank.
***
Right. Back to the coursework. Bah humbug. Your thoughts?
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: Written when I have two large pieces of coursework to do. What? This is way more fun.
Previous chapters can be found here in my journal memories:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
***
‘Welcome back Agent Potter.’ Agent Smythe said, getting up out of his chair and leaning over his desk to shake Harry’s hand. ‘Take a seat. How was your first mission?’
Harry sat down in the chair opposite before answering. ‘Eye-opening.’
‘Quite. I did read the reports.’ He settled himself back into his chair. ‘And now you’re probably wondering why I wanted to see you again so soon?’ He smirked, ‘You’ll like this – I promise. Your new wand Agent Potter.’ Smythe announced, opening his drawer and removing a wooden box before unlocking on the box with a tiny, ornate key and placing the box with its key onto the table.
Harry reached over, pushed open the lid, and stared at the gleaming wand held within. ‘How? Why? I mean…’
Smythe grinned. ‘Like it do you? I’ll ask you not to give it a wave until we get to the firing range in half an hour.’
‘I haven’t tried to use my wand since I left. I was too afraid that Dumbledore would trace me with it or something.’ He looked up. ‘Where did you get this one?’
‘Ah now – a little bit of an explanation needed with that.’ Smythe said. ‘Hold on – let me get Neal to bring us in some coffee.’ He pressed a button, ‘Neal if you would be so kind to bring in some coffee?’ He let go of the button, ‘We’ll just wait for that and then I’ll begin.’
A few minutes later Neal brought in the coffee and some chocolate digestives. ‘Excellent. Thank you Neal.’ Neal then left, closing the door quietly behind him.
‘Help yourself,’ Smythe said, picking up two chocolate digestives and resting them on his saucer, before adding his usual amount of sugar. Harry did the same.
‘Do you know who makes up the majority of this department Agent Potter?’ Smythe asked, stirring in his sugar. ‘Muggleborns and squibs. The wizarding world’s policy on muggleborns is really doing them no favours.’
Harry frowned. ‘How so?’
‘Simple really.’ Smythe said, dipping his biscuit into his coffee, ‘Quite a few of the top achieving muggleborns leave the wizarding world within the first five years of graduating. No careers for them - you see. Stuck in dead end jobs, whilst their pureblood peers shoot up the ranks with no acknowledgement of talent or ability. The numbers that do stay in the wizarding world do so – because of other ties.’ Smythe paused and ate the now partly soggy biscuit, before continuing. ‘Any muggleborn leaving the wizarding world for over six months is placed under a binding curse to ensure their silence.’ He looked over at Harry, ‘Muggleborns tend to resent the wizarding world after they leave – especially with that nasty little spell and of course the snapping of their wand.’
‘They snap your wand?’ Harry said, looking stunned as he put down his cup of coffee forcefully onto his saucer. ‘But that’s considered almost barbaric – I thought it only happened to criminals.’
‘You should read up on the spell they cast. Nasty little piece of work that is.’
‘But why do it? Surely there isn’t any danger in them leaving?’
‘Wizards don’t see it that way. There’s a law they don’t teach you about in Hogwarts – if you’re muggleborn and you spend more than six months away from the wizarding world – aurors will question you. If you state you no longer intend to live in the wizarding world…’ He shrugged and sipped his coffee, ‘Let’s just say – it doesn’t tend to go to well after that.’
‘And this wand?’ Harry asked. ‘Where did this come from?’
Smythe smirked as he set down his coffee cup. ‘Muggleborns have a tendency to be overachievers. Primarily to prove that they belong and are just as good, if not better than their pureblood counterparts.’ He tapped the box lid with his finger. ‘That little beauty comes from one of the most brilliant minds I’ve ever met. Muggleborn. Parents are both professors at Cambridge. Went into Hogwarts and got incredible results. Left the wizarding world six months afterwards. Unfortunately for him – no one wanted anything to do with wands made by a muggleborn. He’d studied you see,’ He said, turning his gaze to Harry away from the box, ‘Learned all the lore, read all the books he could find, did numerous trials to improve stability, spell-casting… But no-one wanted what he offered. So he left.’
‘I thought you said he wouldn’t be able to do anything if he left the wizarding world?’
‘Ah… That’s one of our more brilliant ideas.’ Smythe leaned forward. ‘You see Agent Potter, there is no law that says once a wizard has left they can’t still do magic. Accidental magic happens after all. There’s no rule against that. Such things are usually dismissed and ignored.’ He shrugged. ‘It happens. And as their wands have already been snapped…’
‘Then they aren’t going to be able to get hold of another one – so its all classed as accidental?’
‘Precisely. The only they can’t do is tell anyone where they’ve been.’ He leant back in his chair. ‘Our recruiters visit after the aurors leave. They already know about the wizarding world. So whoever has just been told they can’t go back – and can’t talk about where they’ve been is usually pretty glad to see someone who they can talk to.’ He nibbled on his second chocolate digestive. ‘Of course we don’t recruit every single person who leaves – but the man who made that.’ He said, gesturing at the wand, ‘Well, we needed a wand-maker.’
‘But surely – if he went back to get the necessary parts to build a wand…’
‘The wizarding world would notice?’ Smythe finished. ‘We don’t send him. He doesn’t want to go back. We don’t want him to go back. We’d rather he work under the radar so to speak. He likes ensuring that those who end up leaving have a choice in what happens to them.’
‘How do you get the parts then?’
Smythe relaxed in his chair. ‘You remember I said our department is made up with a large number of muggleborns and group of people Agent Potter? There’s one branch of the wizarding world that the wizarding world would quite gladly forget.’ He smirked again as he watched the realization dawn on Harry. ‘Precisely. Squibs. They can go everywhere and no one pays any attention to them whatsoever.’
Harry leant back in his chair and pondered all this information. ‘Will this affect me? The leaving of the wizarding world?’ He asked eventually. ‘Will aurors come out to talk to me?’
Smythe shook his head. ‘No – it won’t be a problem for you. Your father was a pureblood. Technically those laws won’t apply to you. Nice and hypocritical of them isn’t it?’ He looked down at the box. ‘So Agent Potter… Fancy giving your new wand a whirl?’
Harry reached over and pulled the box into his arms.
***
‘Welcome to Diagon Alley.’ Harry murmured as the bricks in front of them rolled back. He took a deep breath as he and his two companions stepped through the archway. Harry was glad he had his friends with him. Stepping back into the wizarding world made him feel incredibly nervous.
‘So… Bank first?’ Jack murmured from behind Harry.
‘Yes. My appointment is in a quarter of an hour.’ Harry answered, checking his watch.
‘Cutting it a bit close aren’t we?’ Alan muttered as he tried his best not to look totally out of place in the robes Agent Smythe had provided.
‘No need to hang about.’ Jack answered. ‘Get in, get out. Preferably before anyone notices.’ He pulled at the sleeve, before realising it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable. He glanced at the other two and noticed the slight tremor in Harry’s features. ‘Tell me Harry.’ He said as they stopped at the entrance to the bank. ‘How come it took you so long to work out they’re all crackpots in this place – when they make you wear these dresses?’
Alan sniggered. Harry groaned. ‘Come on you two. Try not to embarrass me in front of the goblins.’
‘Me? Embarrass you?’ Jack looked offended at the mere suggestion.
‘Yes – you. Or need I remind you about the time we ended up in Namibia. Again?’
With that, they entered the snowy-white building that housed Gringotts Bank.
***
Right. Back to the coursework. Bah humbug. Your thoughts?
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