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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe Jk rowling and Warrner brothers has that right. I just play with the boys :) oh I also make no money from this

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, places, creatures etc. that is the sole property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. We make no money for this writing, this is purely a work of fiction and any resemblances to real people are coincidental and not the intent of the authors.

Synopsis: Ten years after the Great War the wizarding world seems to be in a state of utopia, but things aren’t always what they seem.

Warnings: First of all this will contain slash for those of you who are not a fan you will be disappointed, for those of you who want it to happen now, or even in the next few chapters you also will be disappointed. This is the first book of a trilogy that Smaddox and I have mapped out already. This is not a lovey feel good story, there will be death, there will be gore, there will be fowl language and most likely at least one explicit M/M sex scene. This story is not an AU in the truest sense of the word it will be DH complaint although we disregard the epilog. Please do not tell us we have our facts wrong all of the changes we have made will be explained by the end of the book. We promise.

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Book one of the

Verum Increbresco

Trilogy

Chapter Six

Notus tamen incompertus

Hermione’s idea of help was apparently to pile various books and ancient looking scrolls on to Harry’s already overcrowded desk. He arrived to the minister the next morning to a mountain taller than he was looming precariously, threatening to fall if he so much as touched the ridiculous heap. Harry sighed audibly and pressed the small button that would alert Cassi that she was needed. I did not need this today, Harry thought tossing his cloak on to the hat rack sitting nearby and touching the very top book on the mass. As he had expected the entirety of his desks contents fell on to the floor in an avalanche of parchment and leather.

Kneeling, Harry started sorting through the mass of books and parchment looking for the most important pieces of official paperwork so he could get those out of the way.

Cassi’s entrance was announced by the click of her heels against the wood of his office floor, the sharp tap morphed in to a soft thud as she stepped on to the plush area rug lining the floor beneath his desk.

“Are you kidding me?” The tone of her voice caused Harry to glare up at her. Cassi stood arms crossed looking exasperated beside Harry.

“You are my assistant yes? So assist me.” Harry replied motioning to the massive pile. “We need two piles, work and crazy headache research.” He told her motioning to two parts of the room.

“Crazy headache research, is that an official title?” Cassi asked kneeling next to him and staring to sort.

“It’s Hermione’s idea of helping me.” He grumbled throwing one of the heavy ancient looking tomes in to the headache pile.

“Could we not just call them work and not work piles?” The blond quipped handing Harry an arrest warrant that needed his signature.

“We could, but we’re not.” He replied signing the parchment quickly and placing it in the out box that he had unearthed. One of the books caught his eye and he grabbed it quickly staring gob smacked at the title. “Sexual repression and its magical side effects” Groaning he pushed it under his desk, Hermione would send him that.

By noon Harry’s head felt like it was going to burst. His desk had once again turned in to the organized mess that was its normal state of being. Piled to one side of his chair were the books Hermione had sent him, stacked alphabetically. Cassi had been particularly annoyed at that request but Harry knew Hermione would lecture him if he just stacked them willy nilly. So now as the clock struck twelve the exhausted Head Auror was ready to call it a day and head back to Potter manor and the solitude of his study.

Life was however not about to oblige Harry another day of relaxation as he was accosted before ever reaching the door to his anti-chamber by Hermione. She popped unceremoniously though the floo pushing a rather pink pram.

“We are going to Hogwarts Harry, I think I found something!” The brunette exclaimed grabbing his arm and pulling him hastily through the floo.

The musty smell of the library made Harry feel as though they were in Hogwarts again. If not for the pram Harry could have made himself believe they were studying for class or preparing for NEWTS. Hermione looked worried as she pushed the heavy looking volume she had been skimming in to his hands and pointed to the middle of the page.

“Read that.” She whispered glancing around to assure herself they were alone.

Headaches associated with dreams are often times indicative of unfulfilled desires of the dreamer. Sexual based desires are the most common cause but unfulfilled life goals can also cause a magical build up that manifests in the dream. Another less common reason for dream related headaches is attempted possession, one such case was that of Brigham Goyle, who developed maddening headaches after his mother attempted to possess him so he would not marry his sweetheart. Possession is a criminal offence and can carry a ten year sentence in Azkaban.

“You think someone is trying to possess me?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Well I suppose… I mean it could be that. Heavens knows you are popular enough for that to be the case. But Harry don’t you think it could be… you know?”

“Hermione it is not because I’m not fucking someone.” Harry stated glaring at her.

“Well you did say they involved a man, I’m just saying you might want to look in to it.” Hermione blushed pushing her hair over her shoulder nervously.

“Hermione, I promise you I am not sexually repressed.” Harry told her collapsing in to one of the heavy wooden chairs. “Please can we focus on the other options?”

“Well maybe you are being haunted, that is another likely reason.” Hermione replied huffing in annoyance.

“Well what happened to possession?” Harry blinked confused by the change.

“Oh that, I’m sure it’s not that Harry, to possess you this person would have to know you extremely well. And since you don’t know this person, it just doesn’t make sense.” Hermione blurted out grabbing various books and flipping them open for Harry to look at.

By the time Harry got away from Hermione it was well after ten in the evening. After Hogwarts she, Minerva and Neville had drug him to meet Andromeda and Ron at The Three Broomsticks for dinner. Molly had popped in an hour after they arrived at Hogwarts to take Rose for the night so dinner was pram free.

“You know half of the department thinks you just live in your office.” Ron exclaimed through a mouth of lamb stew.

“Do they? That’s strange since I’m always running out.” Harry replied handing the redhead a napkin.

“The young like to think that older people have no lives, it makes them feel superior.” Minerva told him laughing at Harry’s affronted look. “Not to say you’re aging of course Mr. Potter.”

Hermione giggled and Neville slapped Harry’s back. “Don’t worry mate, my students think I am part plant and I have no need to ever leave the green houses.” The blond told him laughing.

“We never said supremely stupid things like that.” Harry proclaimed looking to Minerva.

“Oh no you all were just so sure Severus was a vampire.” The headmistress commented stirring her glass of brandy.

“I stand by that assumption since it was never proven one way or the other.” Ron announced looking much too serious.

“He was not a vampire Ron.” Hermione told her husband poking his forehead.

Harry laughed at his friend antics and relaxed in to the comfort of the familiar company. He knew he could be himself here surrounded by his friends. Something felt off suddenly, he looked to his left and saw Neville’s bright blond hair, grey eyes flashed in his mind. Harry shook his head dispelling the image of naked flesh and glinting chains.

That dream was still bugging him; maybe Hermione was right he thought sighing he really did need to get laid.

By the time Harry said goodnight to Andromeda he was exhausted, the day seemed like it crept on forever. He had been ready for a nap before Hermione had drug him to Hogwarts and now it was ten past one in the morning. Harry remembered fondly the days when he could stay up with his friends all night and then take a case the next morning. Stretching he entered his bedroom and stripped down to his shorts. His bed was warm and soft as he slid in and within moments he was asleep.

A forest again, the moon peeked out at him as though they were playing go seek. The forest of Dean; he though vaguely, what would I be doing here?

Light danced across the forest floor creating a waltz of shadows, a rustle just behind hum caused Harry to pivot in place. There before him was the blond man, Hair glowing in the low light.

“You see me.” He whispered reaching out as if to touch Harry’s face.

“Who are you?” Harry asked stepping backwards.

“You don’t know me?” The blond was suddenly doubled over in pain. “They won’t let you know me.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Who won’t let me know you, how do you know me?” Harry demanded.

The blond man looked up then his silver eyes piercing Harry to the bone. “If I could tell you what you wish to know Harry, I would.” He replied standing erect once more and running a trembling hand through his hair.

Suddenly Harry felt his feet being ripped from under him light shone in to his eyes and Andromeda’s face was hovering over him.

“Harry.” She whispered urgently. “Harry, Teddy is in the hospital!” She shook him then tears running down her face.

Harry sat up and leapt from his bed. “Let me get dressed and we’ll go.” Harry told her hastily throwing on a jumper and a pair of jeans. “What happened?”

“They don’t know he was found unconscious on the floor in Gryffindor tower this afternoon, they just transferred him to St. Mungos.”

“I was there why didn’t anyone tell us, for that matter why didn’t Minerva tell us at dinner?” He asked angry at his lack of knowledge.

“Well the Gryffindor’s didn’t even take him to the Hospital wing until midnight. Apparently they thought he had taken one to many of Gorge’s fainting sweets. And Poppy didn’t inform Minerva until they moved him to the hospital. Then Minerva fire called here.” Andromeda explained as they lit a fire for the floo.

Harry took a handful of powder through it in to the flames and yelled St. Mungos.

The Healers were sure Teddy would wake given rest. He was in a coma induced by magical exhaustion; the boy had inherited another gift from his mother’s family, second sight. He had, from what the healer could tell, an extremely powerful vision of the future and the strain of it against his fledgling magical abilities had caused him to go in to a sort of hibernation.

Harry leaned his head on Teddy’s bed holding the boys little hand in his own. Andromeda was asleep on a cot nearby having wept herself on to an exhausted sleep earlier. Why was fate fucking with his family, Harry wondered squeezing Teddy’s hand lightly. First his prophecy now this, Teddy was so little he didn’t need the pressures that came with knowing the future. People were already crowded outside trying to see the boy seer.

Harry didn’t know how the news of Teddy’s condition had made it to the papers but a special edition ran that afternoon featuring Teddy on the front page. True seers were hard to come by and Teddy being his Godson had just made things worse.

He stood walking to the window a Healer had conjured for him earlier, the mass of people outside seemed to be getting larger, muggles were starting to notice the rather large crowd of strangely dressed men and women outside of a supposedly closed department store.

Harry had not wanted to get the Aurors involved knowing that the public would see it as him using his position for personal gain but he had asked the crowd to disperse hours ago, if this went on any longer they were going to have serious problems.

A sharp tap on the door startled Harry from his rather bleak thoughts. Bernard Richmond a new graduate and particularly imposing Auror stepped forward saluting.

“You asked for a team sir?” The sandy haired man asked.

“Yes please clear the muggle fairway of our people before the minister has a coronary.” Harry told him walking to sit next to Teddy’s side once more.

“Uh… yes sir Head Auror Potter sir.” He stammered saluting again and all but running through the room.

Harry wondered when people in his own department had started fearing him; maybe Ron was right he should go out among his men more often.

The sun shone green through the blue barrier giving the world around him a dream like aspect. The blond man strolled next to his brunette companion through a lush garden of flowers, the wind whipped his hair, he sighed wistfully.

“Why is it always so beautiful here?” He asked his companion thoughtfully touching a soft red petal.

“It snows every night.” She snapped rolling her eyes in frustration. “How can you call that beautiful?”

“I think it is, in a lonely way. Where do you think the snow goes? By the time the sun rises it is always spring again.”

“You are being so strange today… wait did something happen? Is he coming to save us?” The brunettes face lit up like a yule tree.

The blond blinked away a tear; he had hoped she wouldn’t ask, not now.

“I think we should try and find the good things about this place.”
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