Harry Potter and the Wandless Magic

Chapter Six: The Unspeakables

Author's Note: I thought about having him stay with the Graingers, but I couldn't find a reason that the Ministry would place the Boy-Who-Lived into the care of Muggles. It made more sense to place him with someone who had ties to a pureblood family even if she was married to a muggleborn.

"Where are we going again?" Harry asked.

"The Department of Mysteries," Andromeda answered as they strolled through the Ministry of Magic.

Harry glanced around before they stepped into the elevator. Was this Dumbledore's doing? No. Andromeda had never mentioned Dumbledore in the 2 days since he had been living with them. If there had been any indication that Dumbledore was going to be his magical guardian again, Harry hadn't picked up on it.

"Why?" he asked.

"That's not the important question, Harry. You must have so many more about why your magic has become uncontrollable."

He shrugged. "I just figured that it was a side effect of the fight with the basilisk."

Andromeda nodded. "Yes, well that's something else that I'm not too happy that Hogwarts has fallen to. To think a 12-year-old boy was the only one to go face down a basilisk."

The elevator came to a stop. "Welcome to the Department of Mysteries," a voice chimed.

They walked through several areas, the only sound was their footsteps. At last they opened a large green round door and were greeted by two men in black robes with their hoods raised.

"Welcome, Mr. Potter and Mrs. Tonks," the one on the left said.

"You're late by 2 minutes," the other said.

"I assure you, Marcus, that we are exactly on time. If we hadn't been, the clock would have rang."

Marcus chuckled. "Yes well, I had to prove I hadn't lost my sense of humor."

"And such a brilliant sense of humor it is," Andromeda returned.

"If you are done flirting," the man on the left said snidely.

"Don't be rude." Andromeda gestured to the men. "Harry Potter, I'd like you to meet Marcus Arlo and William Shole, Head Unspeakables."

"Unspeakable?"

William nodded. "We are those that follow after knowledge that few dare to tread. We are those that bridge the gap between madness, genius and imagination. We only speak of these to those that cannot speak of them either or those we deem worthy. This is what it means to be an Unspeakable."

"Are you going to Obliviate me after we talk?"

Marcus laughed heartily. "That would be the thing to do, wouldn't it? However, we have decided that these matters—your matters—are things that you need to remember."

"And you'll keep my secrets because you're an Unspeakable."

"Exactly," the men said in unison.

"Let's go," William said with a gesture into an adjacent room. Inside was a small cushioned bed that seemed to be about Harry's size.

"Up you get," Andromeda instructed.

Harry hopped up onto the bed and lay down hesitantly.

"It's alright, Harry." Andromeda brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes.

William placed a set of three stones with engraved runes. "This might sting a bit. We won't know until we get a connection."

"How long will that take?" Harry tried to look down at the stones but couldn't get a clear view of them as they started to slowly spin.