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A Reality to Live	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13165 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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"Normal speech"

'Thoughts'

{Speaking Parseltongue}

10-3-2012- This chapter is now Bata'd

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Chapter 1

A loud sound rent the air, almost like the crack of apparition, but distinctly different. It had more of a ripping, groan-like sound to it. At almost the same time, the wards around the Potter Manor went off in alarm. William Edric Potter, a broad wizard with graying, brown hair and a short beard, dropped the soothing cup of herbal tea he always drank before bed, and rushed out of his private rooms and ran through the halls on his way to the entrance hallway with his wand out.

On his way there, he encountered his wife, Eleanor. She was a beautiful and fit witch whom had short, black hair, and was a good four-inches or so taller then he was. She had her wand out as well, and when she saw him, she sent him a questioning look, to which he just shook his head to say he didn't know what was happening, and hurried on. She fell into step behind him, ready to face who, or whatever it was that had just broken through the Manors wards, only for them both to come to a stunned halt when they arrived in the entry hall. There were no dark wizards to be seen, nor even some kind of magical creature. Instead, they found a half-naked, blood-covered, and unconscious black-haired boy that looked to be around twelve or so years-old, weakly convulsing on the cracked stone floor.

Deciding he'd worry about how the boy had apparently apparated through the wards and into his home later, William put away his wand and hurried over to him. "Go fire-call St. Mungo's," he told his wife as he knelt next to the boy. His wife already ahead of him, was halfway down the hall heading to the nearest fireplace. Not knowing what was wrong with the boy, save that he looked to have been though hell and back, William decided not to do anything until the trained healers arrived, which, luckily, took only a matter of minutes.

"What happened?" asked the senior of the two white-robed healers that had come, a thin and rather short - but not tiny - wizard with graying hair. All he knew was there was some kind of emergency. When he got his first look at the boy, he gasped in surprise and started to wave his wand about before getting Lord Potter's response.

"I don't know," said William, as he moved out of the healers way. "He just suddenly appeared as you see him now only a few minutes ago."

The healer nodded, but obvious seemed more focused on the boy lying on the ground. He'd just cast a diagnostic spell and was intently reading the floating words that hang in the air above his patient, when, after a moment, he shook his head and said. "We have to take him to St. Mungo's immediately… I've never seen… Please lower the wards so we can Portkey back," the healer requested.

Nodding, William focused on the Manor wards he was in control of and temporarily disabled the part that prevented Portkeys not tied to the wards from working. "Alright, they're down," he told the healer.

Not wasting any more time, the senior healer pulled of his badge and pressed it to where he hoped would hurt the boy the least, and said, "Emergency room, Healer Kalderdash". The healer and boy vanished from sight, leaving behind his assistant and the Lord and Lady Potter, not that the three remained long at the Manor. The healer needed to go back to St. Mungo's by floo if he was going to be of any help, and the Potters went with him. They may not have had a clue as to who the child was, but they were both very concerned, and, as he'd somehow come to the Potter Manor, William felt he had a duty to see to the child, as well as try and find of how the boy had actually gotten in.

...

Deep underneath London, a great many bells, chimes, and whistles were all going off at the same time, though not all in the same place. The bells, chimes and the like were spread out over quite a few rooms. Normally, them going off wouldn't have been much of a concern; various alarm bells and sirens went off all the time down in the Department of Mysteries, but the particular sets that were going off just a little after midnight this time did concern the Unspeakables.

The first ones to have gone off where the little crystal bells that warned of incoming time-travelers. Given that wizards in the future seemed to be obsessed with vacationing in the past, the Unspeakables were quite used to hearing them, and tended to not pay them too much mind. Only one poor man at first paid the bells any attention. The Unspeakable would have to go and find the time-traveler and make sure that they were just vacationing, and not trying to be sneaky and buy any winning lottery tickets.

At almost the same time, though, the other alarms went off as well, whistles that warned that something had just ripped a dimensional hole between this reality and another. That alarm went off more often than one might think, mostly due to natural fluxes of magic. They didn't really worry much about the holes as they tended to repair themselves quickly. There was a little device under the whistles that buzzed, rather loud and annoyingly, when they didn't close on their own accord for some reason.

The chimes that accompanied the whistles did concern them a little bit, though. They only when off when something had managed to successfully get through a dimensional rift before it was sealed. The unexpected combination of all those alarms made it seem that there may be an inter-dimensional time-traveler somewhere out there.

The head Unspeakable sighed and shook his balding head. Couldn't this have happened next week? he thought. They were dealing with a boom of Wrackspurts at the moment, and the Ministry itself was particularly infested with the little pests. Almost no one was getting anything done, as they couldn't focus correctly with the invisible fluffballs floating in and out of their ears. Still, this couldn't be ignored, and it wouldn't hurt the Minstry any if nothing much got done for a week or two. It wasn't as though most of the higher ups did much other than debate and argue in circles with each other anyway, so the head Unspeakable summoned Peter, which, of course wasn't the man's real name, and ordered the forgettable-looking man to go and find their unknown visitor.

...

The flames flared bright green and William appeared in the waiting room at St. Mungo's during the mid-morning hours. He and his wife had first come to the hospital the night before, but had left after an hour when they were told that the boy would be in the emergency room for at least the rest of the night and possibly most of the following morning, so there was no real reason for them to sit here merely waiting.

Stepping away from the fireplace to make room for his wife's arrival, William brushed the dust off his robes. His wife did the same after she stepped out of the flames, and the two made their way over to the front desk.

"Ah Lord and Lady Potter. I was told to expect you," the young, brunette witch behind the desk said, smiling up at the pair. "I was told to let you know that the boy who came in last night is out of the emergency room now and is in room 84C on the green floor. Before going to see him, though, Healer Kalderdash would like you to stop by and see him first. His office is on the same floor."

"Alright, thank you, Miss…" William looked down at the magical name plate on the desk, "Miss Brashburn."

Leaving the desk, William and his wife went over to the elevator and told it what floor they were going to, then entered the cage when the doors opened for them. It was a newer system that the hospital used, and it made it much easier for the staff to move patients around the floors. When the door opened again, they walked out onto floor of the hospital that was as completely green as the name suggested, consisting of lighter pale-greens and some olive shades and, overall, it didn't look too bad.

Walking down the Hall, William quickly spotted Healer Kalderdash's office. It wasn't too big a room, but it was comfortable. When they entered, the man looked up with tired eyes. Seeing it was them, though, and not someone who had come to inform him of complications or new patients, he smiled.

"How's the boy?" Eleanor asked, still concerned even though he had to be doing okay to have been moved to a room.

"He could be better, but we're just happy he's not any worse," the healer said, rubbing his face. "He's stable, but weak at the moment, and is in a magical healing coma. His core had been fluctuating wildly, to the point where we feared it might start to crack and burst."

Both William and Eleanor gasped at that. It took something really powerful and rather bad to damage a witch or wizard's core. "It's fine now. His core calmed down and started to stabilize in the early hours of the morning," the healer reassured them.

"Do you have any idea what had happened to him to cause something like that?" William asked.

"No," said the healer, shaking his head, "but we do know that the boy was tortured shortly before you found him. Nothing lasting was done to him, but we estimate that around twenty different hexes and curses, a good many on the darker side, were cast on him during the duration of several hours."

"Oh my…," gasped Eleanor, her face paling. Even her husband was appalled to learn that. He had thought the boy looked as though he'd gone through hell, but he'd truly hoped that it hadn't been as bad as he thought it looked.

Looking grim, the healer said, "Part of what took us so long was identifying them all so we'd know how to treat him. Some curses need one kind of treatment, while others can be made worse by it. We indentified most of them, but in the end there were still a few we couldn't be sure about. Also, someone had carved some kind of parselscript runes that we don't know the purpose of over his heart during, or just after, the torture, and there's some kind of dark magic we can't identify in a scar on his forehead. The scar seemed to be years-old, though, so we're not sure whether to be concerned about it or not."

William frowned at hearing about the Parselscript, but nodded in understanding about the old scar. It wasn't that common, but some of the darker pure-bloods did use dark rituals on their children at a very young age. The scar could be a result of that.

"On the matter of old injuries," Healer Kalderdash went on, "our diagnostic charm had also picked up a lot of old injuries that, while they have healed fine, they don't seem to have ever been properly treated, and he's also suffering from malnutrition. The degree of it makes us believe it started at an early age. He looks to be only twelve or so, but the diagnostic charm claims him to be fourteen."

The more William heard, the angrier he got. It also seemed as though the boy had come from somewhere where he'd been abused and, if the state he was in now was a thing to go on, tortured. The fact that it had been going on for a long time made him fear it was his family that had done it…

Or maybe they weren't his biological family, but rather someone that had taken him in. Was it possible he was an abused muggleborn? There where laws to prevent something like this, but that didn't mean it didn't happen, especially if, as a child, he hadn't gone through the Ministry's Magical Child Protection and Welfare office for placement with a wizarding family.

"Have you been able to identify him?" William asked after few moments of thought.

The healer shook his head. "No. When we ran his blood through the system, nothing came up. We don't know if the magical fluctuations that happened to his core are messing up with the results, or if he's just never been registered. We decided to wait until he wakes up to ask him who he is before doing one of the more completed blood rituals to find out what family line he's from. That leads on to something else I wanted to talk to you about. All basic magical healing is free, but-"

"But the more advanced care he'll be needing isn't," William finished for him.

It was one of the problems their world still had. Being of a rich, old family, it wasn't a concern for the Potters, but to the poor and average class families, it could be a real issue. There were, of course, charity groups that helped poor families, he himself gave annual donations to the biggest, but it didn't help everyone. There were always some wizards just too proud to accept charity.

"Don't worry about how to pay for it, I'll cover all the costs," William told the healer, knowing without having to ask that his wife would have no problems with that, either. After all this child had gone through, William wasn't about to be another of those that had hurt him.

The healer looked both embarrassed and relieved to hear those words.

"Can we see him now?" Eleanor asked, to change the subject.

"Yes. I'll warn you, though, that he doesn't look much better than he did coming in," the healer said as he got up, leading them out of his office and towards a room not too far away. "Most of his injuries are going to have to heal the normal way since this was done to him by dark magic. We've healed what we could after casting the counter-charms, and we've given him pain potions to help with rest."

Arriving at the room, Healer Kalderdash opened the door so the Potters could enter. It wasn't a large room and, inside, the boy that had appeared in their Manor last night lay under a thin, soft, green blanket. Most of his exposed - and unexposed - body was wrapped in white bandages or sported a cast. His left arm in particular was in a heavy cast, as it had been broken in three places. Luckily, they were all clean breaks, and could heal just fine the natural way once the dark magic had been removed from the bones. The healers would have only removed and regrown them if there'd been no chance of them healing correctly due to any lingering effects of the dark magic, and besides, they would have made it difficult to get the potion to work.

Entering the room quietly even though there was no risk of waking the boy up, Eleanor, and then William, went over to the bed. Having work he needed to get back to, the healer left them alone to watch over the boy.

...

Orion Black, a tall, well-built aristocratic with dark eyes, wavy shoulder-length dark-brown hair and a well trimmed circle beard, stood next to a large, ornate, mahogany desk, looking over some documents with his father at the Black Manor. Arcturus Black looked much like his son, only older and with slightly graying, black hair.

The two men looked up from the papers they were going over when a large, majestic, horned-owl flew through the open window behind the desk and into the office. It flew around them once before it landed on a pile of papers on the desk, and held up a talon with a thick letter attached to it for Arcturus to remove. The letter had the crest of Gringotts pressed into the wax seal.

Arcturus removed the letter and the owl flew off through the window once more. Breaking the seal, the older man pulled the contents, some documents and a letter, out of the envelope. Setting most of them down for the moment, Arcturus unfolded the letter from the goblins and started reading it.

Lord Black, we are sending this letter to inform you of unusual changes to your Family Registry. During the witching hour, at exactly 12:27am on March 3, Sirius Acamar Black, as head of House, named Harry James Potter as his magical heir.

Normally this wouldn't be a concern, but it has created conflicts of inheritance. We have sent you a copy of the Family Registry and other documents for you to go over at your leisure. We at Gringotts hope to hear back from you soon to clear up this matter.

Gurnock, House of Black Account Manager.

When finished with the letter, Arcturus, clearly unhappy and a little angry, glanced over at his son for a moment before picking up the accompanying documents. Orion very much wanted to know what the goblins had sent his father to look at him like that, but waited for his father to tell him.

Once he was finished going over everything, Arcturus inwardly sighed as he turned his eyes once more to his son. "It seems that Sirius has somehow managed to name himself an Heir as if he was legally and magically Head of the Black family." He held the letter towards his son to read.

"He what..!?" Orion stared at his father, stunned as he took the letter. That just shouldn't be possible. Until his father died or chose to pass on the title and responsibility, only he should be able to do things as head of house. Even Orion didn't have that ability yet. He had no clue how his son had managed to do this, but he intended to find out immediately.

"I'll contact Hogwarts to request that Sirius return home for the day," Orion said to his father, his composure now in place again after he'd read the letter. Arcturus just nodded, and picked up the inheritance documents again to look it over once more.

...

"That's correct, Mister Rufford. Now, can anyone tell me what happened after Paldmire-" Mrs. Stroulger, the Upper Years students' hot, Latino, History of Magic teacher paused as the door to her classroom opened and messenger note, a parchment magically folded into a bird - in this case, a humming bird - flew into the room. It alighted on Mrs. Stroulgers hand and then unfolded so that she could read it.

"Mr. Black, Professor Dumbledore requires your presence in his office immediately."

Sirius blinked in surprise. He and James hadn't done anything for over a month now. They had being talking about doing something before they got swamped with the end of year work, but hadn't got around to it yet. James looked over at his best friend, his eyes questioning, but Sirius just shrugged as he got up.

It didn't take him too long to get to the Headmaster's office. As he was expected, the gargoyle moved out of his way. Inside, Sirius was surprised to see his father waiting with Dumbledore.

"Ah, here he is. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered, smiling at Sirius.

"Thank you, sir." Sirius took one of the little candies, and then looked between the Headmaster and his father. His father was looking at him with thinly-veiled irritation, something his mother did often, but he rarely saw it from his father. "What's going on?" he asked uncharacteristically quiet.

"I think you know what I came here about," said Orion. "What you and your Potter friend did last night has had real consequences. You may have thought it to be funny, but it's messed up your Inheritance. Father's waiting back at the Manor for us to return so that we can put everything back to normal." Getting up off the chair he'd been sitting on, Orion walked over to the Fireplace and gestured for his son to go through first.

Sirius was clueless as to what his father was talking about. He and James hadn't done anything that could have put his inheritance as risk, and likely never would. He might not like his family's ways, or his mother, but that didn't mean he was going to publicly dishonor them or renounce his heritage.

"We didn't do anything other than homework last night," Sirius told them, for once being completely and totally honest.

His father looked at him for a few long moments, as he took in his honest confusion. It seemed his son really didn't know what he was told about, or maybe didn't know what he'd done. "I'll explain the problem at the Manor."

Knowing his father wouldn't say anything more here, and that he was expected to get moving now, Sirius finally joined his father over at the fireplace and threw a pinch of the green powder into the flames. Stepping in the now green fire, he said, "Black Manor," and disappeared in a flash of flames.

Sirius arrived in the vestibule just inside the entrance way. His father arrived a few moments later and Sirius followed him out into the main hallway. As they walked, Sirius looked at his dad expectantly. It didn't go unnoticed by Orion, who glanced back and said, "Somehow, last night, it seems you named yourself an Heir."

Sirius definitely hadn't been expecting to hear that. Just what he did expect his dad to say he wasn't sure, but not that it would be that. "I swear I didn't do anything," He told his father, as they reached the door to his grandfather's study.

His hand resting on the door handle, Orion again looked back at Sirius, before nodding once and opening the door. Inside, his grandfather looked up from some papers he had been carefully studying. He looked just as annoyed as Orion had been.

"Sirius, tell me," Arcturus ordered his grandson, invoking a power he had over his family as head of house, "how you managed to be considered Head of the Black house during the witching hour last night."

It was a type of compulsion that make it difficult not to answer him, and to be truthful, and Sirius felt the need to tell his grandfather what he wanted to know, but grew agitated as he'd not done what he was being accused of. How could he even do something like that? He was growing more shocked the more he heard, and felt a little disappointed that he'd not pulled a prank as they believed. This would have been the best one ever.

"I wish I could tell you, but I didn't do anything." Sirius told his grandfather. "The only thing I did last night was work on my homework with James."

Stepping his fingers Arcturus studied his grandson. He knew it very unlikely he was lying to him. "So you never tried to name someone as an Heir." His grandfather asked, more calmly then before.

"No. I've never tried to do that. Last night or any other time," Sirius told him. It wasn't even something he thought he could do until he'd at least reached his magical maturity.

Arcturus studied his grandson for a few more moments, but couldn't keep thinking he'd somehow done it. Not when he knew Sirius had to answer him truthfully. It only made things even more problematic, though, for if Sirius hadn't done anything, then how had a new heir been named? And, more importantly, how had he, at least momentarily, been Head of House?

"Had you been thinking at all about inheritance last night? Or about how you'll someday be head of the Black family?" Arcturus asked. As completely unlikely as it was, maybe it had happened without Sirius doing it knowingly. Odder things had happened when magic was involved, after all.

Sirius shook his head, though. "No," he replied. "The only thing on my mind most of the night was the ridiculously hard equations we had to work out for Arithmancy."

The room went quiet as his grandfather nodded and started to think.

After a moment, Sirius asked, "What exactly is going on to make you think I'd somehow found a way to be head of house or name an Heir?"

"Because," his father answered, "apparently, last night, you named yourself an heir. We'd thought that maybe you and your friend did it as a joke."

Sirius nodded slowly as he looked over at his father. He had to admit he could see why they might think that. He and James did do a lot of pranks. Some had been aimed at their Families, too. He could still remember what they'd done to his cousin Bellatrix. He thought she and her cat looked lovely with golden glowing hair, and it had been a great week with her being unable to say anything rude or hurtful until she got rid of the Jinx.

"You know the Potters pretty well, do you know who Harry James Potter is?" his Grandfather asked, breaking him out of his memories.

Sirius shook his head. "I only know James and his cousin Terence a bit."

Arcturus nodded. He, himself, didn't recognize the name. The Potters were an Ancient and Noble house just as the Blacks were, but their numbers had dwindled so there were a lot fewer of them. Still, he supposed, he should contact the Potters to be sure.

"So… now you know I didn't do it, do I have to go back to school?" Sirius asked. He hoped not as he still had potions to get to.

...

"Mizzy came to tell Master, that Lord Black and his son are here to see you. They's be waiting in the nice Parlour."

Looking up for the book he'd been reading, William looked at the creature that had appeared before him. A small, female house elf with overly-large floppy ears, wispy blonde hair on her leathery head and with a long nose, that wore a laced, pink pillow case. Having received a letter a few days ago asking if they could meet soon, William had been expecting them. "Thank you, Mizzy," he told her, as he marked his place and stood up. Beaming, the little elf bowed and then disappeared.

Leaving his private rooms, William headed down to the second floor and entered the larger of the two Parlour's in the Manor. Arcturus and Orion Black were waiting for him there just as he'd been told.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," he greeted the two wizards. "Would you like any tea?"

"Tea would be nice," said Arcturus, nodding.

Snapping his fingers, Mizzy appeared with a tray of tea as William moved to sit across from the couch the two Blacks sat on. Mizzy poured each of them a cup and then left. William took a sip of his, then looked to Arcturus. "I was surprised to get your request to speak with me," he admitted. He may see a lot of Sirius as he was friends with James, but he didn't see much of his father or grandfather other than in the Wizengamot, and there still, they were often on opposite sides of the board.

"Yes, well," said Arcturus, "I need to know something I was hoping you could tell me."

Nodding slowly, William studied the head of the Black Family and his son. It was unlike them to just outright say what they were after, not that they had told him much already, but still, he was surprised. He wondered what was going on.

"What do you want to know?" he questioned back.

"I'm-" The low crack of Mizzy's sudden reappearance cut Arcturus off and he sent an annoyed look at the Elf.

"Mizzy is sorry to interrupt when Master is speaking with Lord Black and his son," the female house elf said worriedly. "A Unspeakable is in the entry hall. Mizzy told him Master be busy right now, but he said that was alright and started looking around the room and making glowing lights."

"Thank you, Mizzy. You did well," William told the small elf as he got up. Turning to Arcturus and Orion, he said, "I'm sorry, but we'll have to continue this later."

Arcturus, who'd feel the same if he suddenly had Unspeakables poking around his Manor, nodded. "Of course."

Getting up, William left the room. The Blacks followed after him, and he considered asking them to leave or to stay in the Parlour, but he felt that that would only wet their curiosity even more, so he decided not to worry about it right then. He didn't think there was too much to be worried about anyway.

From the balcony overlooking the entryway, William spotted someone in a black robe with a cowl over their head, sitting in the center of the room. Rolling around him on the marble floor that had been fixed the previous day were a few multi-color transparent spheres of varying size. There was also what looked like a clockwork winged-fish floating around the area. William watched the Unspeakable for a few moments from the balcony before he headed down the large staircase.

"Ah, Lord Potter. Good timing. I was hoping you'd come down." the Unspeakable said in a deep voice that gave away his gender, and without turning to face William. "Can you tell me about what happened here a few nights ago? Did you see anything in here?"

'Does this have to do with the boy's appearance then?' William wondered before replying. "I was up in my room reading when I heard a loud sound," he said. "It was similar to the crack of Apparition, but had a more ripping quality to it. The ward alarms went off at the same time and I hurried down here to see what had set them off. My wife and I found a badly injured boy exactly where you're sitting."

"A boy you say?" the Unspeakable questioned. "Where is the child now?"

"At St. Mungo's," William answered, and the cloaked wizard nodded in understanding. "He's in a magical coma, though," added William. He doubted that would stop the Unspeakable from going to see the boy, but thought that he should know.

"Just what time did the boy appear here?" Orion asked, and William and the unspeakable turned to look at him.

"Why do you ask?" The Unspeakable questioned again, turning to look at the Blacks.

Orion looked over at his father for a moment. The older man nodded so he turned back to the Unspeakable. "It might be connected to what we came to ask Lord Potter about. A few nights ago, somehow, a Potter was made an Heir to the Black family. A Harry James Potter. Do you know anyone of that name?" The last question was directed at William.

"Harry?" William shook his head. He couldn't recall anyone in his family named that, but that didn't mean he wasn't a Potter.

An idea started to take root in his mind, and he looked over at the Unspeakable. "What was special enough about the boy getting through the wards to bring an Unspeakable investigating?"

"That's a very good question," the Unspeakable said in a way that left William unsure if he'd tell them.

Waving his hand, the cloaked wizard summoned all the spheres and the clockwork fish to himself. "How about we go and see the boy?"

That said, the Unspeakable walked over to the front door and pulled it open, leaving the other three men staring after him.

...

The wizards, three in fine robes and one in the outfit of the Unspeakables, stood around a bed in St. Mungo's on the green floor. The room wasn't the largest, but, thanks to magic, it wasn't overly crowded. The boy lying in said bed looked a bit better than he had a few days ago when William was last here. Most of the bandages on his face were gone now, giving William a much better look at the boy. He looked eerily similar to his own son, James, now, and it caught him a little off guard.

Looking away from the still-unconscious boy, he looked back at the Unspeakable. The wizard had pulled a new device out of his robes someplace, an odd-looking egg-like thing. It was crafted from pieces of magical metal that fitted tightly together. When activated, the pieces slide back and forth, as well as start to glow and hum. The unspeakable held it over the boy on the bed, and seemed to listen intently to the noise it made.

He particularly seemed interested in the sound it made when he held it over the boy's heart. There, the tone grew louder and changed. Over most of his body, it was just a low hum, but, there, it buzzed, almost like a hive of angry bees. The unspeakable reached into the magical shadows of his cowl and put on a pair of magical glasses that would allow him to see under all the bandages and clothes, plus see what might not be visible to the naked eye. The Parselscript runes immediately caught his attention. They were starting to fade, but strong magic pulsed through them. He had no clue what the runes meant, but as the device was reacting to then, the magic endued in it had something to do with dimensional magic.

His glasses also let him see the thick cluster of dark magic attached to a scar on the boy's forehead. He peered at that with some interest. It looked to be somewhat parasitic, drawing on the boy's magic to sustain itself, but it wasn't being treated as a foreign entity. To him, it looked like, over time, it had become part of the boy, and gave back a little of what it took. It also seemed to be sending out runners of magic towards the other wizards, himself included, but they didn't seem to be affecting them in any way, but, as interesting as the dark magic was, that wasn't what he was here for. He just dealt with dimensional problems. He was here to find out who, or what, had crossed over the Dimensional breach, and decide if they were a threat to this dimension.

The Unspeakable was pretty sure that the boy was a human wizard. He'd have to ask him a few questions when he woke up, though, but as long as the boy followed this reality's laws, he didn't see him as a threat, and therefore had no reason to lock him up or kill him.

Talking off the glasses, the Unspeakable put them away and then turned off the 'egg', putting that way as well, only to pull out the spheres that had been rolling around him in the entry hall back at the Manor. He let them fall onto the bed and then turned to look at William as they started to roll around the boy, glowing lightly in reaction to the fading magical energies from the dimensional rift that still resided within him.

"This boy," he said matter of factly, "who could very likely be named Harry James Potter, is an inter-dimensional traveler."

"Well, that could answer a thing or two," Arcturus said, peering down at the boy.

To be continued...

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AN- I hope this chapter gets you curious and I haven't just confused the lot of you lol If anything was confusing message me and I'll try to explain things to you.

I want to thank disgruntledfairyfor reviewing the first chapter. I hope to more of you readers will review this chapter and tell my what you thought of it.
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