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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: The coursework is mostly done. Just one more piece and an exam to go. Woohoo!
Someone queried whether Harry could get into the R.A.F as he wears glasses. According to their website you can. Only those with serious vision problems cannot join the R.A.F.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
***
‘And just what do you have there?’ Alan asked, looking at the rather singed pile of paper Harry was holding.
‘Believe it or not – my mail.’
‘And just what happened to your mail…’ He picked up the remains of half an envelope with burnt edges from Harry’s pile with his thumb and forefinger, holding it out in front of him as though it was a dangerous specimen, ‘to make it look like this?’
‘Dumbledore.’
‘He burned your mail?’
‘No – he put a tracking charm with a sticking charm attached to ensure he could find me.’ Harry replied, as he sat down at the table in his rented flat’s kitchen, trying to sort out what he could salvage from the mess, ‘The only problem was – the twins sent me something which recognised it as a threat to me as far as I can tell – and it kind of… well – combusted.’
‘Taking out both charms in the process I’m guessing?’
‘Yep.’ Harry answered as he finally separated what could be read and what was little more than a pile of ash, ‘Unfortunately, it also took out most of my mail.’
Alan snorted and took the seat opposite Harry. ‘Do you think that would bother him?’
‘Honestly?’ Harry said, turning over an envelope, and slitting it open with a knife, ‘I’m not sure what Dumbledore wants any more. Other than me under his thumb. Now that I’m not – I think he probably wants my friends to write to me to remind me what I’m missing out on.’
Alan watched as Harry did his best to unfold one of the singed letters. ‘Anything worth answering in there?’
‘Possibly.’ He turned it over. ‘Got a letter here from one of my classmates – Neville. The prophecy I told you about? Neville is the other possibility.’
Alan shuffled around in his chair until he got comfortable. ‘Are you going to answer him?’
‘I think…’ Harry put the letter down and looked across the table at Alan. ‘I think he deserves to know. But I don’t know how to tell him. If I send a message – Dumbledore might get hold of it. If I try to see him – it could end up as a trap for me. I can’t really see any way around it. Even if I did meet up with him – he might think I’m not me and that it’s a trap for him.’
‘And you don’t want to tell anyone else in case the news ends up back with Voldemort.’
‘Exactly.’ He picked up the letter again. ‘He deserves to know it could be him – just in case it is him.’
‘Is there anyone you could write to who could pass him on a letter?’
‘Not my friends… And I don’t really know Neville’s family. Both his parents were tortured and in a secure ward now.’
‘Who brought him up then? Dumbledore didn’t dump him with someone the way he did with you?’
‘No – Neville lives with his Gran I think.’
‘Well… Can you write to her instead?’
Harry leaned back in his chair, the letter still in his hands with a thoughtful expression on his face. ‘I’m not sure… But I think that could definitely be an option. I don’t know if she’s a fan of Dumbledore or not to be honest. There isn’t much I know about Wizarding society outside of Hogwarts.’
‘Perhaps a call to Smythe then? He tends to know pretty much everything.’
Harry nodded. ‘I think I’ll ring him after I finish up with this.’ He said, gesturing at the letters that remained in front of him. ‘Make us a cup of tea will you?’
***
‘We believe we may have a problem.’
‘Sir?’ Harry looked up at Agent Smythe from his seat in Smythe’s office. It was a week after Voldemort had been killed by two bullets. One from Harry’s rifle, the other from the one fired by Jack. Harry had taken two week’s leave. I didn’t expect to be called back into the office like this. I hope nothing too serious has happened.
‘Reports.’ Smythe announced standing behind his desk, gesturing at the pile of paper laid out in front of him. ‘Seems our favourite headmaster has declared to his Order that Voldemort isn’t really dead.’
‘Wasn’t his dead body enough for him this time?’ Harry replied dryly.
‘Apparently not.’ Smythe sat down heavily in his chair. ‘According to our agents, Dumbledore has yet to disband his Order. He is also reported to be searching for items of some significance. We aren’t exactly sure what he’s looking for – yet – but we’re working on it.’
‘How are the Wizarding government reacting?’
‘Poorly.’ Smythe sneered. ‘None of them want to admit that Voldemort was killed by something as primitive as a muggle weapon. Consequently they’re declaring he was hit by some new and deadly curse – which they have immediately outlawed.’
‘And exactly how do they intend to enforce that?’
‘I dread to think. However, I’m sure the new minister will come up with something.’
‘They finally got rid of Fudge?’
‘Yes – the new minister is Rufus Scrimgeour. Unbelievably he actually admitted to the Prime Minister that his new secretary Kingsley Shacklebolt was an Auror.’ Smythe relaxed into his chair, ‘Something we knew when he was accepted into the position. The PM already knew this of course – but he’d had to act very surprised.’ He snorted, ‘It was pretty obvious who he was the moment he crossed the mat – without the amount of reports that ended up on my desk when he originally applied. Of course – what’s really funny is – if he wasn’t an auror he would never have gotten the job. His credentials were pathetic.’
‘What do you think of Scrimgeour?’
‘Too early to say. Got reports coming in from all over. Whether he’ll manage to herd all the Death Eaters into Azkaban and clean out Wizarding society is highly unlikely. So far we’re just monitoring him. A word of warning to you though Potter – he’s been rather interested in your whereabouts recently.’
‘Really? Any particular reason why?’
‘We aren’t sure yet. It is however one of our priorities. That and Dumbledore’s current behaviour you understand. We’ll let you know as soon as anything else comes up. Go and enjoy the rest of your holiday.’ He looked at Harry. ‘And get some sleep! You look like you haven’t had any since this all started.’
‘Yes sir!’ Harry said standing and making his way to the door. He turned back, ‘Thank you for letting me know sir.’
‘Potter.’ Smythe said laying down the folder he had picked up. ‘I understand Dumbledore kept you in the dark – I intend to do my best to ensure that it doesn’t happen to you here. You don’t deserve it.’ He picked the folder back up. ‘Now get out of here and get some rest! And that’s an order!’
‘Yes sir!’
The door shut firmly behind Harry as he left the room.
****
The next chapter is already plotted out in my head and should be up soon! 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: The coursework is mostly done. Just one more piece and an exam to go. Woohoo!
Someone queried whether Harry could get into the R.A.F as he wears glasses. According to their website you can. Only those with serious vision problems cannot join the R.A.F.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
***
‘And just what do you have there?’ Alan asked, looking at the rather singed pile of paper Harry was holding.
‘Believe it or not – my mail.’
‘And just what happened to your mail…’ He picked up the remains of half an envelope with burnt edges from Harry’s pile with his thumb and forefinger, holding it out in front of him as though it was a dangerous specimen, ‘to make it look like this?’
‘Dumbledore.’
‘He burned your mail?’
‘No – he put a tracking charm with a sticking charm attached to ensure he could find me.’ Harry replied, as he sat down at the table in his rented flat’s kitchen, trying to sort out what he could salvage from the mess, ‘The only problem was – the twins sent me something which recognised it as a threat to me as far as I can tell – and it kind of… well – combusted.’
‘Taking out both charms in the process I’m guessing?’
‘Yep.’ Harry answered as he finally separated what could be read and what was little more than a pile of ash, ‘Unfortunately, it also took out most of my mail.’
Alan snorted and took the seat opposite Harry. ‘Do you think that would bother him?’
‘Honestly?’ Harry said, turning over an envelope, and slitting it open with a knife, ‘I’m not sure what Dumbledore wants any more. Other than me under his thumb. Now that I’m not – I think he probably wants my friends to write to me to remind me what I’m missing out on.’
Alan watched as Harry did his best to unfold one of the singed letters. ‘Anything worth answering in there?’
‘Possibly.’ He turned it over. ‘Got a letter here from one of my classmates – Neville. The prophecy I told you about? Neville is the other possibility.’
Alan shuffled around in his chair until he got comfortable. ‘Are you going to answer him?’
‘I think…’ Harry put the letter down and looked across the table at Alan. ‘I think he deserves to know. But I don’t know how to tell him. If I send a message – Dumbledore might get hold of it. If I try to see him – it could end up as a trap for me. I can’t really see any way around it. Even if I did meet up with him – he might think I’m not me and that it’s a trap for him.’
‘And you don’t want to tell anyone else in case the news ends up back with Voldemort.’
‘Exactly.’ He picked up the letter again. ‘He deserves to know it could be him – just in case it is him.’
‘Is there anyone you could write to who could pass him on a letter?’
‘Not my friends… And I don’t really know Neville’s family. Both his parents were tortured and in a secure ward now.’
‘Who brought him up then? Dumbledore didn’t dump him with someone the way he did with you?’
‘No – Neville lives with his Gran I think.’
‘Well… Can you write to her instead?’
Harry leaned back in his chair, the letter still in his hands with a thoughtful expression on his face. ‘I’m not sure… But I think that could definitely be an option. I don’t know if she’s a fan of Dumbledore or not to be honest. There isn’t much I know about Wizarding society outside of Hogwarts.’
‘Perhaps a call to Smythe then? He tends to know pretty much everything.’
Harry nodded. ‘I think I’ll ring him after I finish up with this.’ He said, gesturing at the letters that remained in front of him. ‘Make us a cup of tea will you?’
***
‘We believe we may have a problem.’
‘Sir?’ Harry looked up at Agent Smythe from his seat in Smythe’s office. It was a week after Voldemort had been killed by two bullets. One from Harry’s rifle, the other from the one fired by Jack. Harry had taken two week’s leave. I didn’t expect to be called back into the office like this. I hope nothing too serious has happened.
‘Reports.’ Smythe announced standing behind his desk, gesturing at the pile of paper laid out in front of him. ‘Seems our favourite headmaster has declared to his Order that Voldemort isn’t really dead.’
‘Wasn’t his dead body enough for him this time?’ Harry replied dryly.
‘Apparently not.’ Smythe sat down heavily in his chair. ‘According to our agents, Dumbledore has yet to disband his Order. He is also reported to be searching for items of some significance. We aren’t exactly sure what he’s looking for – yet – but we’re working on it.’
‘How are the Wizarding government reacting?’
‘Poorly.’ Smythe sneered. ‘None of them want to admit that Voldemort was killed by something as primitive as a muggle weapon. Consequently they’re declaring he was hit by some new and deadly curse – which they have immediately outlawed.’
‘And exactly how do they intend to enforce that?’
‘I dread to think. However, I’m sure the new minister will come up with something.’
‘They finally got rid of Fudge?’
‘Yes – the new minister is Rufus Scrimgeour. Unbelievably he actually admitted to the Prime Minister that his new secretary Kingsley Shacklebolt was an Auror.’ Smythe relaxed into his chair, ‘Something we knew when he was accepted into the position. The PM already knew this of course – but he’d had to act very surprised.’ He snorted, ‘It was pretty obvious who he was the moment he crossed the mat – without the amount of reports that ended up on my desk when he originally applied. Of course – what’s really funny is – if he wasn’t an auror he would never have gotten the job. His credentials were pathetic.’
‘What do you think of Scrimgeour?’
‘Too early to say. Got reports coming in from all over. Whether he’ll manage to herd all the Death Eaters into Azkaban and clean out Wizarding society is highly unlikely. So far we’re just monitoring him. A word of warning to you though Potter – he’s been rather interested in your whereabouts recently.’
‘Really? Any particular reason why?’
‘We aren’t sure yet. It is however one of our priorities. That and Dumbledore’s current behaviour you understand. We’ll let you know as soon as anything else comes up. Go and enjoy the rest of your holiday.’ He looked at Harry. ‘And get some sleep! You look like you haven’t had any since this all started.’
‘Yes sir!’ Harry said standing and making his way to the door. He turned back, ‘Thank you for letting me know sir.’
‘Potter.’ Smythe said laying down the folder he had picked up. ‘I understand Dumbledore kept you in the dark – I intend to do my best to ensure that it doesn’t happen to you here. You don’t deserve it.’ He picked the folder back up. ‘Now get out of here and get some rest! And that’s an order!’
‘Yes sir!’
The door shut firmly behind Harry as he left the room.
****
The next chapter is already plotted out in my head and should be up soon! Your thoughts?
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