Latest Update:June 29, 2023
Summary: Twenty one years after the war, the Death Eaters strike back and the Weasley, Potter and Lupin families die. Thank Merlin, Harry knows exactly what to do. "An' in the Minishtry… er… th' Depaaamen… er… Demammend… er… y'know… the mishterious thingy!... there'sh a roooom! A room foa time!" Oddly enough, this time Percy is along for the ride. Unspeakable! Harry and Percy, time travel.
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11857153/1/Unspeakables
Word Count:40k
Chapters:13
UNSPEAKABLES
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DEATH EATERS RETURN!
Ottery St. Catchpole. (rs) After twenty one years of freedom, yesterday, the remaining forces of Lord Voldemort – back then known as 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-who-must-not-be-named' – returned with vengeance. In a terrorist attack they stormed the Burrow, home of the well known war hero Weasley-Potter family, and massacred the assembled family – consisting of nearly the whole Potter, Lupin and Weasley family – within minutes.
"There have been some scuffles with some Death Eaters that escaped, in the past," Auror Dennis Creevy commented. "But up until now there was no evidence of a regrouping or of any other plans to take vengeance on those that killed their master."
"Upon the last years, the scuffles with the remaining Death Eaters declined steadily," another Auror said when ask. "We thought that we were finally rounding up their last hide-outs."
Now, the hero family Weasley-Potter has to suffer for those believes. "It's disheartening," Headmistress Padma Thomas of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry commented. "Young Lily Potter was a gifted child with a great carrier ahead of her and young Rose Weasley has already shown her brilliance as a future potions mistress. I can't believe that those great minds of the future have been lost in a senseless attack like that!"
"We're grieving with Harry Potter and Percival Weasley, their uncles, husbands, sons and fathers, for the loss of their loved ones in such a cruel attack," commented Minister Daphne Greengrass. "Our hearts go out to them. May there be mercy for their souls in such a grievous hour."
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"Another one!" the bartender eyed his client carefully at that exclamation. When the man just stared back with blood-shot eyes, he sighed. "I think, my dear sir, that you have enough for today," he said but the man simply shook his head.
"No-oh!" he whined. "I can shtill ssssink… er… tinn… no… thhhingk!"
The bartender raised an eyebrow at that, but then decided to humor the intoxicated man and put down the bottle of whiskey in front of him.
"Well, here you go!" he grumbled. "Knock yourself out!"
"I will!" the man promised instantly and then grabbed the bottle after two or three missed attempts. "Sh easier t'fogett if ya drunk, ya know?" he commented and then hit his companion on the back. "Look at Pershy there! He'sh done-it riiiight!"
The bartender followed the man's hand to the man's companion and sighed when he saw the passed out man next to him.
"I see it," he said dryly and the other man grinned.
"Aye," he slurred. "An' I attemp t'follow hish egshamble!"
The bartender just sighed and wondered how he would get those two out of his pup at closing time.
In the end, it wasn't his problem.
Long before the end of the day, the two intoxicated man paid their bills and left – the other, passed-out one miraculously awake again.
xXxXx
Meanwhile the man and 'Pershy' wandered down the streets in muggle London, laughing drunkenly.
"An' in the Minishtry… er… th' Depaaamen… er… Demammend… er… y'know… the mishterious thingy!... there'sh a roooom! A room foa time! An' one foa love… an' death an'…" one of them said giggling.
"I know!" the other one said with all the seriousness a severely intoxicated person could enact. "I've sheen it! I've sheen it all!"
"Huh?" this time the first one turned to the other and nearly crashed into him when he used a little bit too much force to do so. "How so? Y'haven't been wif us back in fifth year…"
The second one laughed.
"But I'm 'n expeakable… unbeakable… er… I worked there since after Hogshwads!" he then explained patiently. "I've been recruited riiight out o' school!"
Now the first one stopped and reached out to grab the other ones shoulder. He needed a few attempts to get it right but wasn't bothered with that at least.
"Y'too?" he slurred. "Never knew y'also work there."
This time the second one looked at the first one confused.
"Huh?" he exclaimed. "I thought y're an autor… er… aurorr! Head aurorr t'be exact!"
"Oh… I am!" the other one cried and shook his head wildly. "But tha' doesn't mean tha' I'm not an umbeakable too!"
"Unshpeakable!" the other one corrected offended, not caring that he hadn't been able to say the word just minutes ago. "We're Unshpeakables, Potter!"
"Yeah, that," Potter replied not the least bothered to be corrected. "Never bothered t' tell anyone 'bout it. Shinsh I'm a field operative, there absolutely was nooo need, ye know, Pershy?"
This time Percy nodded wisely.
"Aye," he said. "Ash a field op there'sh definitely nooo need t' tell anyone 'bout shomeshing like that!"
Then he turned to resume his wanderings. The other man followed instantly, still leaning heavily on his shoulder.
"Ye know, I wish we shimply could use that time room," Potter murmured. "Then we could go back an' make everything alriiiight again!"
This time it was Percy who stopped and turned wide-eyed towards his drinking buddy.
"Y're brilliant, Harree!" he exclaimed with shining eyes. "We use th' time room an' make everything alright again!"
Harry Potter blinked at that confused.
"But Herminny shaid that time-travel that far back ish a no-no!" he uttered. "Shomeshing 'bout coming back ash an old man an' then dyin'…"
"But we're not coming back!" Percy said grinning. "So no no-no for ush!"
Harry thought that over.
"Sho we're going back 'till b'fore the war?" he asked.
Percy nodded so hard that he nearly toppled over.
"Farer than that!" he said grinning. "We're going back far enough t' shtop Voldeshort from sh' shtart! If we do-it, we should do-it riiight!"
Harry frowned at that.
"But what 'bout Grindelshmals… Grindlewalsh… that man b'fore Voldeshmarts!" he asked.
This time Percy thought that over.
"What d'ye know 'bout him?" he asked Harry. Harry shrugged.
"Noooothing," he said and Percy nodded gravely.
"I don't r'member much ash well," he told the other man and then concluded while shaking his head rapidly. "Sho there'sh no way we c't do anything t' help in that war!"
Harry thought that over for a few minutes, then he concluded that there was definitely nothing they could do and nodded as well.
"Sho we're jusht going back t' shtop Voldishwash!" he said satisfied with their plan. Percy nodded again.
"Let'sh go!" and with that he readied himself to apparate away. It was Harry who stopped him.
"But what 'bout reparationsh?" he asked and Percy stared at him confused, so Harry concluded that he had said something wrong and corrected himself. "Y'know, prepamationsh… er… repadarshionsh… er… y'know! Herminny'sh thingy!"
That stopped Percy.
"Y're riiiight!" he said. "My wife would ne'er forgive me if I left her shnowball-globesh behind!"
Harry nodded gravely.
In the end, they decided to apparate home first. So they first went to Percy's to collected his wife's snow-globes, his daughter's stuffed teddy and photo album, Percy's underwear – "Y'alwaysh need underwear when y're traveling, Harree!" – and Percy's Unspeakable uniform – "I can't go naked t' work, Harry!" – then they went to Harry's and collected his invisibility cloak, the marauders' map – "Y' can't go wishout proper preparashn, Pershy!" – Ginny's winter cloak and her silver hair-pin adored with emeralds – "She would kill me if I wouldn't bring shomeshing for the winter!" "But that'sh my shishter'sh cloak." "Yeah, she alwaysh inshishts in proper clothing!" – as well as some things from Harry's children, his photo albums, some of his socks – "Shocksh are veeery important, Pershy!" – and his Unspeakable and Auror uniforms as well – "Y' need it for work t'morrow, Harree!" – before they decided where to go next.
"We shtill need t' go t' Herminnee'sh!" Harry said gravely. "We need a bag t' carree everything and Herminny alwaysh inshishtsh on her bag!"
Since neither wanted to invoke the wrath of the now dead, but before that formidable witch, they went to Hermione's and Ron's next and collected the same beaded handbag she had brought with them on their Horcrux-hunt.
"Perfect!" Harry said. "That sh'd be all!"
But this time it was Percy who shook his head.
"My wife would kill me if I wouldn't bring shome money wif me. She alwaysh inshishtsh I bring shome!"
"Sho Gringottsh negsht!"
Surprisingly they survived the ride in Gringotts without throwing up or sobering the slightest and stood soon in front of Harry's vault.
"How mush d'ye think we should bring?" Harry asked while looking at his gold-filled vault. Percy just shrugged.
"Audrey normally collectsh the gold. I jusht carry it," he said. "Jusht fill up Herminny'sh bag."
That, they found out, was an impossible task with just the amount in Harry's vault so they continued on to Percy's.
"Shtill not full," Harry observed after they had emptied Percy's vault and Percy frowned.
"But there'sh nothing left t' fill it!" he exclaimed in dismay. Harry blinked at that and then looked inside the handbag.
"Maybe it'sh shtill enough," he said thoughtfully. "There have t'be shome Gallonsh in it! I've gott'n my pay yesterday!"
Percy nodded at that.
"Me ash well!" he said then shrugged. "Shoo, that sh'd be all. T' the room negsht!"
And with that the two intoxicated men were off again – this time to the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry. Neither of them had any problem at all entering the department since both of them worked there and so they entered the Room of Time just minutes later.
"There'sh no time turner there," Harry exclaimed in dismay, but Percy just shook his head and then proceeded to lock the room.
"Now we prodush our own shand of time!" he slurred. "I know exshactly how t' do that!"
Seconds later Harry Potter and Percy Weasley were gone without a trace.
xXxXxXx
The next morning Harry Potter sat up groaning. Next to him on the bed was lying Percy Weasley and a beaded handbag.
Harry frowned, but before he could even reach for the beaded bag, there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
The door opened and a young looking Tom, former innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron entered.
"Your breakfasts' and the newspaper as ordered, sir," he said and set down the tray on the table at the window.
"Er… thank you," Harry said, not remembering that he had ordered breakfast – nor even remembering how he had gotten into the Leaky Cauldron in the first place. Tom just nodded and then left with a friendly goodbye.
For a moment, Harry stared at the door, then he summoned the newspaper.
It was the date that made him splutter in the end.
March 24, 1975, it read.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered.
Then he decided that it was all too much for him after just waking up. So instead of pondering about their doings he grabbed the beaded handbag and opened it to summon some of his fresh clothes for today.
The only thing he got were socks… and his work clothes which he couldn't wear without something beneath.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed again.
What had they done?!
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11857153/1/Unspeakables