Magic Knows No Boundaries But Those We Believe In (Harry Potter)

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Harry was honestly flabbergasted by the brilliance of such a suggestion and took it in stride. Twenty
Harry jotted a quick acceptance before thinking on it. Right, Nymphadora was going to be there. Which meant they were missing one important person. He accepted under the condition that he be able to bring Remus along. It was time to play matchmaker.

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In a much earlier chapter Remus was with the Marchbanks girl I believe? No? (The duelist)

 

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In a much earlier chapter Remus was with the Marchbanks girl I believe? No? (The duelist)

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You're thinking of Sirius. Sirius Black is dating Arianna Figg, Arabella Figg's OC daughter.

 

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Chapter 48:

Poorly Kept Secrets​

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Hadrian took his seat at the head table next to his mother who smiled at him and waved.

"So, you really did get turned into a kid, huh?" She asked. "That's going to make you bossing us around at the next full moon pretty awkward."

Harry pretended to be confused because Flitwick was next to him to his right.

"Full moon?" He asked. "Why would I be bossing you around during a full moon? And who is us?"

She made an "ooooh" face, catching onto her slip up in assuming he had knowledge of his older self.

"You've been running a werewolf sanctuary." His mother explained. "My husband, his friends and I have all been volunteering. You're a real slavedriver."

No, he wasn't. That volunteer work had been absolute cake. But he couldn't say that.

The students began trickling in just then and all eyes went right to the two Potters. First to Lily, with looks of pure joy. Harry could respect this; his mother was a far more agreeable potions teacher than Severus. But he didn't appreciate the odd looks they gave him. For many these looks were happy ones like with his mother, which then turned into confusion.

Professor Sprout leaned over his mother to whisper to him.

"Is there a reason you aren't using an aging potion to hide your condition?" Pamona asked.

"Well, mostly because I assume every single staff only place or function in the castle is warded against aging potions, and it would make doing my job more difficult." Harry said.

"You assume correctly." Said Professor Flitwick.

He would know. As the charms master, odds were he put up, or at least maintained, all of the wards and charms and enchantments against underage shenanigans.

The students soon finished filing in and taking their seats, all of their eyes being on him.

Dumbledore, seeming to have noticed that nobody seemed eager to eat, stood up and made his announcement.

"Welcome back from your unexpected weeklong vacation." Dumbledore said. "Classes finally resume tomorrow morning. Many of you will be pleased to see that Professor Potter will be resuming her duties as potions mistress."

That got a lot of cheers. Harry was surprised to learn his mother was that popular and disturbed to see the male students cheering particularly loudly.

"And as you can also see, our very own Professor Morrigan has been found. Though he has been through a bit of a transformation." Dumbledore warned.

Harry, taking this as his cue, stood up.

He had gone into his own quarters to get a set of clothes belonging to older him and he was practically swimming in the dress robes. The sleeves extended all the way past his fingers. He spun a little on the spot to show off how much he'd "shrunken."

He then tapped his chest with his wand and cast a fitting charm. The clothes then shrunk around him until they fit perfectly.

"He has been de-aged to the sate of a teenager himself. Both physically and mentally. Even his memories of the last decade are gone." Dumbledore said. "We are working our hardest to return him to normal, but for now he is contractually obliged to continue his work here. Please be accommodating in the meantime until we either return him to normal or find a substitute. That will be all. Tuck in!"

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Harry was still groggy from the feast by the time of his first class the next morning.

One of the worst food hangovers of his life. But he had his first ever real job to do, and he needed to earn than pension, so here he was "teaching."

And by teaching, he'd just done an assessment test from the official teacher's handbook for divination. It was actually a month early for them to be taking it, as they were designed to be taken quarterly. Imagine his surprise when all of his sixth and seventh year class aced it.

"Wow, you guys are way ahead of schedule." Harry said. "I mean, I already read over his... my notes and study plan. I know you guys have been doing great in practical divination, but it looks like you've all taken initiative and hit the books."

A few of his students, predictably, preened at his praise. Even though he was their age, he was still a teacher.

The strange exception to the preening was Hermione. He knew she never gave up a chance to bask in the praise of a teacher, and yet she was huddled in a corner glaring at him. For the life of him he couldn't guess why.

"Well, seeing as you're all a month ahead of schedule, we could probably get away with doing study hall if we wanted to. We won't just be doing that, but I have some catching up to do myself." Harry said. "Today I will be releasing you all early."

The expected cheers answered his declaration but died down when he raised his hand.

"But I will be giving you all homework for the week." He warned.

The winging that incurred was greater, both in intensity and number, than he'd expected.

"But you promised to never give out homework!" Ron said.

"I did? That sounds horribly irresponsible, even for me. Did I give a reason for not giving homework?" He asked.

"You said homework doesn't benefit learning. And causes undue stress." Said Brown.

"And that you had this slotted time to teach us." Said Draco.

"And that our time is better spent studying things that interest us." Said Susan. "Or building friendships and romances."

Hmmm. He'd have to look into that first claim.

"Well, this will be a one-time thing then. And how interesting that some of the points you just made are pertinent to the assignment." Harry said ominously.

He then walked around his desk and presented himself to the class with his arms out. He repeated his twirl from the night before to accentuate his point.

"I have been given an opportunity most people would sell their souls to have." Harry explained. "Some have tried to do exactly that, to no avail. I have been given the opportunity to relive my youth. The sad thing is, I don't have the knowledge or wisdom to make the better choices older me probably would have fantasized about. In fact, I've already had discussions with my colleagues amounting to them being envious. They've told me what they would do if they could go back to seventeen."

They were hanging onto his every word. He really had a knack for this huh?

"So, your assignment is simple. To do what I've been doing these last few days. Imagine your future self and write an essay detailing the things they might regret." Harry instructed. "Particularly the things they might regret not doing. The things you have thought about doing but never pulled the trigger on, things that future you would love to go back in time and beat you to within an inch of your life for failing to do. I want five things."(AN-1)

The students were either nodding along or writing down instructions.

"Also, I'm writing you all priority slips for your house fireplaces. I highly recommend flooing your parents and asking them these exact questions." Harry told them. "This unexpected free period for you is a great chance to do that. Class dismissed!"

They slowly filed out. Their grumbles at turned into inquisitive looks and chattering, though most simply stared off into space, deep in thought.

One student remained. Hermione. She waited for her classmates to leave before standing studiously in front of his desk. She looked rather displeased. Arms crossed. Hip jutting. A scowl deep enough to hide those adorable buck teeth. But for the life of him he couldn't even guess at what he'd done. Had older him given her an Exceeds Expectations once instead of an Outstanding?

"Why are you pretending to be Professor Morrigan?" Hermione deadpanned.

Ah. What had given him away? Was it his shampoo? Leave it to his girlfriend to find him out on the first day.

He played stupid.

"Miss Granger, while it may make you uncomfortable to be learning under a teacher who now appears to be your age, I assure you I am Hadrian Morrigan." He told her. "And if you need proof, I would direct you to..."

He was rudely interrupted by her grabbing him by the collar. She then all but yanked him across his own desk and planted fiery kiss on his mouth. It took a lot of restraint to not return the unexpected intimacy, but he fought through the temptation and shoved her off of him, making a show of wiping his mouth.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He demanded.

She must have been expecting a warmer reaction to her attack because she actually backed away at his reprimand.

"Tofty!" Harry called out.

The little elf appeared, and Hermione jumped.

"Please tell me you saw all of that." Harry pleaded.

"Tofty did. And she knows how serious this is." The little elf said with a curtsy. "I will escort the young miss to Minniver. "

Hermione seemed to be a bit confused as to what was going on. So, Harry enlightened her.

"Any time a teacher is alone with a student there is always either a house elf, a ghost, or a portrait present to watch the interactions. Usually two or all of them." Harry explained. "For this exact scenario. I'm sure Minerva would like to handle your discipline, but I'm going to give you a week detention anyways. To be served with Professor Potter."

He gave her a pointed look at his mother's name, and her eyes widened in understanding.

"And I'll have to write an incident report. My afternoon is ruined, thank you miss Granger. You may leave with Tofty now." He said in mock anger.

He waited for the door to close behind her before slouching into his seat and groaning.

"Is there a ghost present?" He asked aloud to the room.

"Yes." Came an unexpected voice.

He glanced over to one of the curtained patios, through which one of the members of the headless hunt walked through. He couldn't place a name to the face.

"I think you handled that as well as could be expected." He said. "Shall we get started on that incident report?"

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Remus closed to door behind Hermione as she entered Lily's private office. With two faculty members there they didn't need to have a house elf, ghost or portrait present to listen in, and of course Lily had her private quarters warded against all three.

Still, it was possible to listen in, so she exploded at her apprentice for the sake of appearances.

"Where do you get off sexually assaulting a teacher?!" Lily roared at Hermione.

Hermione cowered in the seat opposite Lily in her office. But this was out of fear, not guilt. Her crossed arms and stern upper lip testified to the fact she felt zero shame or guilt for her actions. Real anger came into Liliy's voice when the girl crossed her legs and had the gal to raise her chin in defiance.

"Do you know you could be expelled for this?" Lily warned. " Or worse, gotten him sacked? Thankfully professor Morrigan is neither pressing charges nor is he doing the stupid thing in reciprocating your hormone fueled feelings?"

Hermione did actually slacken her defiant expression at the prospect of "Hadrian" losing his job. But she then smirked at the idea of "Hadrian" pressing charges, and Lily worried she might need to have a talk with her apprentice about consent within relationships, but that would be a little hypocritical of her. After all, she felt fully entitled to James, but they were married. That whole 'becoming one flesh' thing meant she owned every part of his body down to the last microbe in his stomach. Such an outlook did not apply to absconding teenaged couples.

"Okay, ward is up." Remus said.

Finally! Lily switched gears.

"Talk. How did you know Romulus was Hadrian?" She asked.

Hermione looked at Lily like she was insane.

"How could I not?" She asked rhetorically. "I could smell his shampoo and deodorant from across the great hall. He even runs his hand through his hair the same way. All of those little nervous tics of his. I only now realize they do both always have the same sense of humor though."

She then thought on it for a second.

"But Romulus wasn't pretending to be professor Morrigan before. Definitely not the same person. So why now?" She asked.

"He's not pretending. He is and always has been Hadrian Morrigan." Remus said. "The Hadrian Morrigan who has been teaching you was a time traveler. Our Romulus, from the future."

Hermione glared into space, the way she tended to do while taking apart a problem in her brain. She eventually nodded.

"That explains just about everything, yeah." She decided. "Except his appearance. Why does he look like yours and Mister Potter's lost son all of us sudden?"

"Because he is our lost son." Lily said.

Hermione looked unconvinced, recrossing her arms and legs. She turned that borderline glare on Remus, then Lily, as if she couldn't decide who to be mad at.

"Please start from the beginning." She pleaded.

Lily sat down and sighed.

"Okay. So you know that whole story of me performing an abortion on myself and completely messing it up?" Lily asked.

"The botched abortion ritual that left you barren and your monthly cycle completely screwed up?" Hermione asked rhetorically. "How could I forget?"

Screwed up didn't even begin to describe how her cycles had been these last seventeen years. For a quarter of the month she had morning sickness like she was still pregnant, another quarter she could barely stop herself from jumping James' bones, and the other half was on and off bleeding. Heavy bleeding. None of these things were continuous.

"Well, that may have been a white lie." Lily said.

"May have been?" Hermione asked.

"What I actually botched was a surrogacy ritual. With Remus' wife." Lily said.

Hermione glanced at Remus.

"I didn't know you had a wife." She said.

"Had." Remus said sadly.

Hermione glanced back at Lily.

"Okay, so. At the time both James and I were a target. And word got out that we were expecting. Remus and Mary* had suffered miscarriage just a month earlier." Lily explained. "So, we did a surrogacy ritual in secret. Transporting my baby to her womb. We still don't know what went wrong, but our best guess is Mary still had some remnants of her own son left, or because she was a werewolf, it tried to swap our wombs. It was bad."

Hermione nodded along intently.

"But... your son merged with her son then?" Hermione asked.

"More like... you know how a fetus can absorb another fetus?" Lily explained.

"What, like a vanishing twin or a chimera fetus?" Hermione asked.

"Exactly!" Lily said. "But the process was more magical than biological. Like I said, we still have no idea how it happened.

"But then how was he a werewolf?" Hermione asked. "Her being a werewolf shouldn't have been a problem. It's not passed down from mother to child without a bite, right?"

Both Lily and Remus shrugged.

"He wasn't a werewolf." Remus said. "He was like a facsimile of a werewolf. One that only partially transformed, didn't turn feral, and wasn't contagious. It's like the ritual tried to make him one but failed."

Lily watched as Hermione massaged the side of her head. Yeah, it still hurt their brains too.

"My best guess is that common side effect of the surrogacy ritual where the child inherits eye, hair or skin color from the surrogate mother tried to instead pass on her lycanism." Lily said. "And so he became a false werewolf. He isn't one anymore and never will be again."

"So, you guys finally managed to reverse the ritual?" Hermione asked, before beaming. "With the time anomaly! You didn't just reverse the rituals effect, you undid it. It never happened now?"

Lily beamed right back at her.

"That's right. Both Harry and I are back to the way we should be."

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"That's Romulus' real name." Lily said.

"Oh god, three aliases. I'm already losing track." Hermione said, massaging her forehead again. Then her brain caught up. "Wait, you said both you and him?"

Lily smiled wanly and nodded slowly, before patting her stomach.

"James and I are already trying for a daughter." She told her apprentice.

Hermione squealed and jumped to her feet, grasping both of Lily's hand in hers.

"Oh my god! Congratulations!" She said.

"For what? We aren't pregnant yet." Lily said. "I'm older now, it takes a few tries at my age. But I'll let you know when it happens. Don't tell Harry."

"You mean Romulus?" Hermione corrected.

"Right. No! Hadrian! He's Hadrian to you for the foreseeable future. You will not blow his cover." Lily warned.

Hermione returned to her seat and this time at least pretended to look admonished.

"You will be dropping his class and avoiding any club or extracurricular activities he is part of." Lily ordered.

"I'm not taking his class, I only ever sat in. And what about the werewolf sanctuary?" She asked.

"Harry will not be running that, we will be until his older counterpart returns." Lily said.

"Riiiight. I forgot the older, wiser, hotter one was still missing. And we kind of need him." Hermione said, chewing her inner cheek.

Lily shuddered in disgust at anybody finding her son "hot", but she supposed it was a good thing for her future daughter in law to like how her son looked.

"You will also be spending detention with me for the next month, during which time you'll be catching up on my teachings." Lily continued.

Hermione danced a little jig at the prospect. It really wasn't a punished, so much as it was them pretending to punish her.

"Now get a move on and, I'll say it like I haven't said it a hundred times before, you are FORBIDDEN from pursuing any romantic or sexual relationship with my son!" Lily roared.

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For all of the young people reading, let me tell you mine. This will help if you listen.

1 – I would have gotten my GED at 16, which nobody told me I could do! I could have skipped two wasted years in the fucking gulags known as public schools. That's right, you can just graduate two years early. Test out. Get your GED. Start living actual life early. Either working or going to college. Some states let you go to community college for free if you're under 18.

2 – I would have joined the job corps. It's a free trade school program for teens and young adults. Which nobody told me about either until I was too old for it(26 is the max age). Then worked in the trades putting money in the bank. Failing that would have gotten an associates degree in a trade.

3 – I would have maintained my friendships. The biggest lie told to youth is that young friendships and relations are unimportant. We demean high school romances by calling it puppy love. It's complete bullshit. Take it from me, relations of any kind get orders of magnitude harder to start and maintain with every year that passes. Treat your high school sweat heart as if you intend to marry them and die with them. Treat your friends like you intend to be at their funerals in sixty years.

4 – I would have gotten into shape much sooner. Seriously, start working out hard core as early as possible. Focus on workouts for bone density and muscle mass. Those you lose the ability to develop as much by thirty. You can always pick up cardio later.

5 – I would have focused on getting better sleep earlier. This may not sound as important as the others, but it might be the most important. Kick the caffeine, start getting good sleep. 8 hours is the average requirement. Average. Half of all people need more. Half need less. I need 10. And guess what mental disorders are indistinguishable from sleep deprivation? Yup. Depression, adhd/add, and anxiety. If you have any of these, kick caffeine, focus on getting good sleep. It might cure you like it did me.

 

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Loved the chapter, and boy do the five things old me regrets that young me did not do hits in the feels!

Here are mine:

1. Not bother with university, instead going with trade school. Professional solderer, metalworker, woodworker, electrician, would have helped me way more than what I pursued due to IRL demands.
2. Focusing on sculpting, instead of pursuing being a mediocre, normal human being, lmao.
3. Learn more than just English. Russian, Japanese, French, anything but just English!
4. Not finding a way to live outside where I live--that being within my country, or moving away to another country--again due to IRL demands at the time.
5. Not knowing crafting techniques that I know now, they'd have been quite the boon in my youth, had I known them.

 

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Loved the chapter, and boy do the five things old me regrets that young me did not do hits in the feels!

Here are mine:

1. Not bother with university, instead going with trade school. Professional solderer, metalworker, woodworker, electrician, would have helped me way more than what I pursued due to IRL demands.
2. Focusing on sculpting, instead of pursuing being a mediocre, normal human being, lmao.
3. Learn more than just English. Russian, Japanese, French, anything but just English!
4. Not finding a way to live outside where I live--that being within my country, or moving away to another country--again due to IRL demands at the time.
5. Not knowing crafting techniques that I know now, they'd have been quite the boon in my youth, had I known them.

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Start with French and German. they're just extensions of english. All words ending in "ion" are the same in french. Say "communication" with a french accent. Congrats, you now speak 2000 french words. Here's a german phrase you can probably understand. "Hier ist mein mann." This is my husband. You already speak French and German. Go master them. That's your 2025 dude. I recommend DK Eyewitness 15-minute french and their 15 minute german. That's as far as I got.

 

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Start with French and German. they're just extensions of english. All words ending in "ion" are the same in french. Say "communication" with a french accent. Congrats, you now speak 2000 french words. Here's a german phrase you can probably understand. "Hier ist mein mann." This is my husband. You already speak French and German. Go master them. That's your 2025 dude. I recommend DK Eyewitness 15-minute french and their 15 minute german. That's as far as I got.

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Will check them out, though considering how banged-up Covid left me in the brainmeats department? Maybe that'll help out some ... .

 

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Will check them out, though considering how banged-up Covid left me in the brainmeats department? Maybe that'll help out some ... .

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Learning a language or instrument is great for that, I hear

 

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not gonna lie I've no idea what is happening. Especially the last chapter. For me it wasnt exactly clear what happened

 

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not gonna lie I've no idea what is happening. Especially the last chapter. For me it wasnt exactly clear what happened

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Which chapter is the last chapter for you? And what has you lost. I'm going to spend 2025 editing the crap out of and creating audio versions of my stories and I REALLY want to know what doesn't work so I can fix it.

 

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I have no idea what's going on. So confused

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Same to you. What isn't working?

 

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Same to you. What isn't working?

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Romulus is harry whom is the same person as Hadrian but younger. All of that is confusing. Is Hadrian not the canon HP all grown up? Did he grow up with his family and not the dursleys? Why are they so sure that hadrian is an older timetraveler version of harry who is Romulus?

 

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Romulus is harry whom is the same person as Hadrian but younger. All of that is confusing. Is Hadrian not the canon HP all grown up? Did he grow up with his family and not the dursleys? Why are they so sure that hadrian is an older timetraveler version of harry who is

Which chapter is the last chapter for you? And what has you lost. I'm going to spend 2025 editing the crap out of and creating audio versions of my stories and I REALLY want to know what doesn't work so I can fix it.

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Is harry in a new universe?
Did he and another harry swap?
In chapter 46

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Romulus is harry whom is the same person as Hadrian but younger. All of that is confusing. Is Hadrian not the canon HP all grown up? Did he grow up with his family and not the dursleys? Why are they so sure that hadrian is an older timetraveler version of harry who is Romulus?

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Two universes. Two of everyone in them. Period. Two voldemorts. Two Dumbledores. Two hermiones. etc.

There was only one person that there wasn't two of. Harry. Except there were the entire time. Romulus is and always was Harry Potter in disguise. The Harry Potter native to this universe that our main character got transported to. As for how they could tell... How could they not?

 

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To answer your questions in order
Yes.
No.

This universe just had two harrys the entire time.

 

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Audiobook Version:​

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I was going to spend this year finishing all of my stories, but my patrons said no. I gave them the choice of me finishing my stories this year or doing something else. This is what they chose. So instead, I am editing all of my fics and making audio versions of them while thoroughly outlining all future chapters so I can finish them in 2026, if my patrons decide they want me to.

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Chapter 49:

The New Teacher's Troubles

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The rest of Harry's first week of teaching went by rather smoothly after that hiccup on the first day.

He was a bit out of his depth in trying to manage the clubs, but they turned out to not need him.

"Awww, you made yourself a leetle boy again?" The Veela he had been warned about teased.

"And I bet he doesn't even remember us." Cedric, who he knew personally and was trying to hide this fact, joined in.

"I will soon, I'm sure. I have two alchemists working to change me back." Harry told them.

He was dismissed from his duty as gamekeeper after that. A role that Hogwarts was desperately trying ot refill now that Madame Hooch was a terrorist! Seriously, how did that happen?

Anyhoo, this left him an unbelievably amount of free time. He used this time wisely, burning through every book on divination he could find. Both in his older self's study, and in the library. He had already swallowed the official textbooks, or most of them anyways, under his mother's instruction. But based on the past essays students had turned in for extra credit, his older counterpart liked to go way off the beaten path. He practically disregarded the official material.

This made his job of teaching more difficult, unless he opted to just go back to teaching from the textbook. But older him set such a stellar example that he wanted to stick to it. He wanted to keep inspiring wonder and awe. He had succeeded with that first assignment, now he just needed to come up with something equally clever for next week.

But then Friday came along, and nobody was ready for the announcement Dumbledore had in store for them.

"Good morning, everyone." Dumbledore greeted. "I am pleased to announce that classes are canceled today."

This was news to the staff, who glanced confusedly at each other as the students cheered.

"Instead, we will all be taking a little trip to Hogsmeade. There, you will all witness a historic event that will be remembered for millennia." Dumbledore said.

"So, eat up and then proceed to the gatehouse and take a carriage to Hogsmeade. Students of age may use a staff floo." Dumbledore advised. "Be sure to wear your hats and school robes.

Eat up, they did. Harry had never seen students eat so quickly, nor Slytherin purebloods do so with such poor manners.

Remus leaned over to Harry.

"We should probably hurry to our offices." He said.

And hurry they did. Making it just in time to let the first batch of sixth and seventh years inside. He supervised them as they flood either to the Hog's head or the three broomsticks. When the last student went through, he waited ten minutes for any last stragglers before locking up and going through himself.

He exited the fireplace of the Hog's Head to find a pair of Aurors standing guard. He recognized them as the pair that usually guarded the entrance to Diagon alley.

"Please proceed to the pavilion behind the train station and join the other students." One auror said.

Harry let it slide that they assumed he was a student. He did look one. He did as they said and a short, thirty-minute walk later had him in front of the train station. There, the last of the carriages with students were delivering their payload.

And behind it, visible even from the front, was a giant projector screen. The kind you would see at a drive in theater. Harry was even more confused than before.

He followed the students around the building to find the field behind the station was covered in chairs, with most already taken. His coworkers were seated at the front. Typical of him to be last to arrive.

In front of them was what looked like a newscasting van with a satellite dish on top of it.

He found a seat saved for him between his mom and Remus. Once he took it he saw a Muggle, electric projector set up on a table, under which was a generator. So that's why they needed to come all the way out here! Yeah, that thing would fry if it was any closer to Hogwarts.

"What's this all about?" Harry asked.

"You got me." Said Remus with a shrug.

Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.

Nobody, not even the faculty, felt brave enough to approach the Muggle newscasters and their Auror guard to ask. So they all just sat their uncomfortably while they got the projector working. It was an overcast enough day that, when it finally worked the image it projected onto the giant, white screen the image quality was perfect.

It was showing a newscaster at her desk who was currently speaking, but there was no sound.

"Just in time. Now let's get those speakers up and running." Said the man who had been tinkering with the projector.

Oh right. There were big, black speakers against the back wall of the train station. He'd somehow missed that. His mind confused them for vending machines, which would have been just as odd to see in Hogsmeade. It was early, and he was still sleepy.

The speakers were soon up and running, barely audible over the sound of the multitude of generators powering them and the other electronics.

"We now go live to the emergency UN meeting where we are told there will be an important announcement regarding the disaster in London last week."

Harry shared excited glances with his coworkers. He knew they must have been thinking exactly what he was. What kind of cockamamie bullshit were they going with for a cover story? An alien invasion? Hallucinogenic gas explosion? Animatronics? Time traveling cyborgs? Whatever it was, it was gonna be good.

The video feed did indeed change to the UN chamber.

There, at the head podium, was a man who the caption declared as Razali Ismail of Malaysia, President of the fifty first and a half United Nations National Assembly. Long title.

"We are here today after only two weeks since our last meeting. But today we are not here to discuss our resolutions to ban nuclear testing or to cooperate in space. Today, we are to reveal the cause to the catastrophe in London nearly two weeks ago." The translator for Ismail said after a slight delay from the Malaysian's own words.

"Every world leader has been working overtime over the last two weeks to make this moment possible, and everyone in this room has been briefed." The speaker continued. "But I am not the best person to explain. Which is why I will be giving the floor to my new colleague, head chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards, Albus Perceival Wilfric Brian Dumbledore."

Harry felt his jaw drop at the mention of the ICW, and pinched himself at the sound of his Headmaster's full name. But when the man himself melted into reality behind the podium, dispelling his disillusion charm, in full wizarding robes and hat, he realized this was really happening.

"Hello world." Dumbledore greeted. "As you just heard, I am Albus Dumbledore. It rolls off the tongue faster than my full name. And if you couldn't tell from my appearance and title, I am, indeed, a wizard."

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Albus Dumbledore paused as if for reaction, although he received none in the UN chamber.

Naturally, everybody there was already in the know regarding this, but the many viewers across the planet probably needed a moment to digest what they just heard. Everybody in Harry's immediate facility certainly did.

For his part, Harry's eyes drifted to the workers operating the electronics. He had assumed they were squibs or relatives of muggleborns. Such people regularly provided services like this to wizards for events, so it wasn't that bizarre for them to be here. Now he was wondering if they were just run of the mill Muggles who had been briefed on what was going on ahead of time.

Dumbledore continued.

"No. This is not a prank. Yes, magic exists. Observe." He said.

With a wave of his wand the back wall of the room shattered into a million, perfectly geometrical shapes. Like an ornate Rubik's cube crossed with a fabrigo egg. These geometric shapes split apart and in waves separated, similar to the barrier separating the Leaky Cauldron from Diagon Alley.

The fine wood, and insignia of the United Nations, were now a wide open window to the green park behind the united nations building.

"Merely reshaping the world is the least of what we can do. The great arcane magics of your written fantasy are not so far off." He said.

With another wave of his wand a great ball of fire appeared above his head like a miniature sun. He flicked his wand again, this time over his shoulder. The ball of fire flew out through the wide open wall and exploded. The grounds behind the UN building were devastated as if by heavy artillery. The trees and grass burned, the stone was gouged, and the many UN members all ducked beneath their desks.

Dumbledore waited for everybody to calm down before waving his wand at the carnage. His last spell was like unleashing a blizzard. Wet ice and snow choked out the flames and left the grounds looking like a burnt Christmas decoration.

Dumbledore turned back to the camera.

"Turning invisible and wielding destructive elemental magic is not our usual modus operandi. We can animate the inanimate, reshape objects at will, heal nearly all wounds with incantations, and even teleport at will." Dumbledore explained. "I tell you all of this, and demonstrate all of what you just saw, to take away from you all disbelief you may have in my claims."

He paused again for effect, and even Harry hung on his every word.

"There is much to tell you all, but I will stick to the basics. Which have been written out for me to read in terms you can all understand." He said.

He then lifted a sheet of paper and cleared his throats.

"Wizards and witches are merely humans who, through a mutation we do not understand, similar to Ex-men, are able to perform magic. We are more akin to sorcerers from your..." He squinted. "Tabletop rpg, dungeons and dragons, but nothing like warlocks as described therin. Our magic is inborn, it does not come from demons, or angels, or horrific eldritch gods... What in the world am I reading? Do people actually believe in that kind of nonsense? Do I even want to know what an ex-man is?"

He glanced over his shoulder and a hitherto unseen Aurror removed his invisibility cloak before making a motion to continue. Dumbledore shrugged and continued.

"Over a millennia ago we separated wholly from the rest of humanity, carving up enormous swaths of the planet with great magics to separate it from your lands and nations, forming our own. These lands have been hidden from your eyes and your machines by that same magic. To put it into perspective, we own and control roughly a third of the planets landmass. We have our own governments, our own cultures, and our population is roughly one-one thousandth of yours." Dumbledore said, pausing to turn the page. "You may wonder why we need so much land, the short answer is nature preserves, particularly for dragons. Yes, dragons exist as do..."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"Unicorns, griffons, goblins, centaurs, mermaids, trolls, giants, basilisks, elves, dwarves, fairies, pixies, pegasi, sphinxes, vampires, werewolves, hinkipunks and many, many more magical creatures you've never heard of or imagined." Dumbledore listed off.

He put down the two pieces of paper and sighed.

"As I said, we are civilians of a separate nation, a nation of wizards and witches. We have lived in a separate society from you for well over a thousand years now. Our founding documents all revolve around remaining hidden from you, separate from you. We live in much more peaceful societies than yours, particularly in comparison to this last century. Hence the reason for this divorce in the first place." Dumbledore explained. "That all ended two weeks ago. Yes, that time anomaly was magical in nature."

Dumbledore waved his wand at the destroyed wall, and it repaired itself. Stitching back together in the same ornate, geometric pattern as before. The end result made it appear as if nothing had ever happened to it.

He then flicked his wand five times. Each time he did so a still photograph the size of a van appeared. Each displayed a face. Dumbledore said their names as their faces were displayed.

"Rolanda Hooch. Griselda Marchbanks. Goergia Shunpike. Emily Tofty. Alastor Marchbanks." He said. "These are the five terrorists who caused the time anomaly that ripped London apart and killed thousands, leaving thousands more with all of their worldly possessions destroyed. These individuals were what we call Unspeakables. They are the brightest witches and wizards who, under strict control, investigate the cutting edge mysteries of magic. Time, space, the afterlife, and more. They have gone rogue and are wanted dead or alive."

He picked the pages back up from his podium.

"It says here I should tell you it would be the equivalent of Oppenheimer, Groves, Fermi, and Lawrence taking the fat man and little boy and using it for their own ends. That is essentially what happened." Dumbledore said. "And we are doing absolutely everything in our power to make it right. That starts with crossing the divide and revealing ourselves with you, and aiding you in some of your problems, particularly those we have caused like the aforementioned terrorists."

He waved his wand at the photos again and they changed.

"As such, we are opening our world for tourism and exchanging services, particularly in the medical and educational fields. Non wizards may now visit our attractions and wildlife preserves. Mediwitches and mediwizards, doctors who use magic, can mend broken bones and seal flesh wounds in an instant. We can't cure any disease or medical condition, cancer and some viral agents are beyond us too, but there is much we are capable of that you are not. Likewise, we are distributing encyclopedias on important information regarding our word. Spells, magical creatures, curses and more so that you may protect yourselves from criminal elements from our world."

He lifted from his podium a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them along with an encyclopedia of charms.

"I should close off with a warning." Dumbledore said. "We are doing this out of kindness, not necessity. I am aware that your kind invented weapons of mass destruction capable of destroying entire cities and nations just a few decades ago. That is adorable. We've had such weapons for millennia. Just ask Sodom and Gammora. Or ancient Egypt. We are fully capable of eradicating you, and the worst you can do is make your lands uninhabitable for the next one thousand years. In my lifetime I have personally prevented three movements intent on doing exactly that to you due to your behavior in this last century. Depending on your behavior in the coming months and years, I may abstain from preventing the next one."

Harry felt shivers run down his spine at the venom in Dumbledore's voice and the dark look on his face. He knew the man wasn't joking or exaggerating.

He then lifted his wand and held it in between his thumb and index finger as if displaying it.

"Every single child in our world owns one of these and knows how to use it. Most adults are capable of wielding spells capable of burning down entire cities, with the only countermeasure being other wizards of good conscious and good will towards you. Do not test the limits of that good will. Do. Not. Fuck with us." Dumbledore said.

Half of the people in attendance around Harry gasped at Dumbledore's use of profanity. Near as harry could tell, nobody had ever heard him use foul language before. That just went to show how serious he was.

The man then deflated and sighed so loudly it made the speakers vibrate.

"I do not want a world war between wizards and Muggles – that's what we call non wizards, it's an old word that translates to "Mundanes." I am one hundred percent certain we would win in that exchange, but I still do not want it. That is how much more peaceful we are than you. We never had a holocaust. We never had a Holodomor. We never had the killing fields of Cambodia. We have many problems, to be sure, but none of our kind envy your people and their problems. We do not want them. So, be as peaceful to us as we are being to you, I implore you."

With that done, he stepped away from the podium and twisted in place, vanishing with a crack.

The feed went silent for a moment. No UN member took to the podium to continue here Dumbledore left off. After almost a minute of this silence the newsfeed cut back to the station where the newscaster from before looked as baffled as Harry felt.

"I um, I don't know how to comment on what we all just witnessed. I have been instructed to reiterate that none of what you just witnessed was a prank and... hang on." She said, pausing as somebody offered her a sheet of paper.

"Okay! We are going live to our newscaster in... the magical village of Hogsmead for an exclusive interview with Minerva McGonigal, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry... did somebody spike my coffee?"

Those last few words were barely audible, as the audio and video faded to a view from the front of, well, them.

He turned to see the workers from before pointing a camera at all of them and the newscaster among them standing up to talk in the mike. Another worker had the good sense to cut off the audio feed but keep the video on.

Harry could see, from the live feed, that they all looked like fish out of water. Save for Minerva, who stood up, straightened her robes, and approached the newscaster.

They were too far away for Harry to make out what they were saying, but mere seconds later the students erupted. He resisted the urge to turn around and look at them, instead watching the live feed as they made fools of themselves.

Half of the nearly one thousands students fired off spells into the air, and the noise was deafening.

Both Minerva and the newscaster ducked at the sudden noise and rainbow of flashing lights. Kudos to the camera man, he didn't even flinch. Must have been one of those warzone cameramen in a previous role, because he kept his lens on the action.

Harry and Remus both laughed to tears as they watched one kid use that charm for writing in the air to draw a penis in the air while the rest threw their hats in the air and danced or otherwise made buffoons of themselves.

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put the entire student population of Hogwarts on live television unannounced and without coaching was either a moron or a genius... Who was he kidding, Dumbledore knew this would happen and orchestrated it on purpose.

Their Deputy Headmistress, visibly red faced in the live feed, jumped in front of the camera to block the view and made a cutting motion on her throat. The two of them continued to laugh as the feed died away and Minerva stormed down the aisles of students handing out detentions like candy.

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* I think I mentioned the real name of Remus' widow in an earlier chapter, but I can't find it. Calling her Mary for now. If anybody remembers where that info was, please let me know.

Also sorry for the first time uploading this chapter. Bit of an editing mistake.

 

[FTR2017]

I, for one, thank you kindly for not leaving us blue-balled with that cliffhanger ending with Dumbledore being within the UN building.

It was quite on point, so I expect to see the non-magicals fucking around and finding out!

'Cause as we know, if there is one thing that power-hungry maggots called politicians and the rich can't stand, is having peers they can't milk to death!

"Wizards and witches are merely humans who, through a mutation we do not understand, similar to Ex-men, are able to perform magic. We are more akin to sorcerers from your..." He squinted. "Tabletop rpg, dungeons and dragons, but nothing like warlocks as described therin. Our magic is inborn, it does not come from demons, or angels, or horrific eldritch gods... What in the world am I reading? Do people actually believe in that kind of nonsense? Do I even want to know what an ex-man is?"

He glanced over his shoulder and a hitherto unseen Aurror removed his invisibility cloak before making a motion to continue. Dumbledore shrugged and continued.

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Aside from the words underlined being 'therein' and 'Auror', man, seeing Dumbledore being baffled at what he was reading from the teleprompter note was hilarious!

 

[Vattensnok]

Good chapter. But I wanna read about our MC, not a HP pretending to be him.
Interesting choice, to hear Dumbledore curse and threaten the muggles was fun

 

[NonsensicalRants]

Good chapter. But I wanna read about our MC, not a HP pretending to be him.
Interesting choice, to hear Dumbledore curse and threaten the muggles was fun

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You will be seeing them again next chapter, I promise.

And you just know Dumbledore did not relish having to give that speach.