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29.41% Harry Potter: The Unspeakable Tales / Chapter 8: First Mission

Capítulo 8: First Mission

It was a warm Saturday morning, but the streets were quiet, many denizens of Birmingham still asleep in bed with a few exceptions. One exception was a relatively attractive middle-aged woman clad in black sports legging and crop top as she jogged down the street. Her headphones were on playing music as she ignored the world around her.

It was as she ran past an alleyway that she heard a loud popping noise and it caught her off-guard considering she heard it over her music. So, coming to a slow stop, she pulled back her headphones and looked back, cautiously moving towards the alleyway.

"Confundo." A male voice whispered and immediately she turned back around, putting her headphones back on and continuing to run. Perhaps, in the future she would look back and wonder why she so suddenly changed her mind, perhaps not. But for Harry, who peaked his head around the alleyway and made sure no one else was in sight, he didn't particularly care.

Seeing no one else, he went back into the alley and reached up, pulling the mask hanging around his neck all the way up till it rested on his nose, the entire lower half of his face plus his neck fully covered up. He then continued down the alleyway, heading towards the exit on the other side. As he did, he caught a glimpse of himself in a broken mirror resting against wall next to the overflowing dumpster.

His frame was entirely covered in an all black outfit, a Dragonhide armour suit that looked to be a full-body suit, but was in fact separate pieces of clothing. His boots, pants, long-sleeved shirt and gloves were all entirely made of Dragonhide, but each were designed in such a way that they blended into one another perfectly. This was done to maximise protection of the wearer, leaving no openings for an attack to sneak through while also providing greater mobility and freedom of movement.

One thing Harry had learned that was Dragonhide wasn't exactly as advertised to Wizards and Witches. Dragonhide was simply the skin with no scales as was commonly believed by many, a misconception that those clothing brands didn't rectify as it increased their sales. Dragonhide was certainly durable, Croaker had described it as being similar to that of chain mail, except many times lighter. What many didn't know was that there were two other types of Dragon-made clothing.

The first was Dragon Scale armour, the same armour that Croaker always wore. Whereas Dragonhide was formed from the skin beneath the scales, Dragon Scale armour was made by first detaching the scales, then grinding down the scales to a smaller, more manageable size then reattaching them.

It was a painstaking process and while many times more durable than normal Dragonhide, more valuable, it was also very difficult to get ahold of. This was because that Dragon scales took longer to regrow than Dragonhide. Croaker had described it as being similar to wearing full-plate armour.

The second and by far the rarest and most valuable was Dragon Bone Armour. Harry didn't know much about it, only that Croaker had said it was incredibly rare and the most durable of all Dragon made armour.

Reaching the end of the alley, he peaked his head round the corner to look upon the line of apartment buildings. They looked decent, all the windows were in place, it just looked like it was in a desperate need of a makeover. But that wasn't what drew his attention the most, it was actually the two people walking into the building. Two men, one rather skinny, the other rather chubby and they paused, both looking to see if anyone was watching them before entering inside.

'So its that building.' Harry deduced, leaning back fully out of view.

Croaker had narrowed down the location of the Werewolf hideout to this particular street in Birmingham, but the size of the Ward that was surrounding the hideout had encompassed a large portion of the street, so they had't pinpointed the exact location.

It was just pure luck that he happened to come across two survivors of Fenrir's Werewolf Pack from the Second Blood War walking blatantly through the street. 'They must think they're so clever, hiding in the Muggle world, but they just made it so much easier to find them.' In the Magical world, each building from houses to shops and restaurants all had various Wards surrounding them for protection and other things. It would have been impossible to deduce their location so quickly, even if the Aurors would have been able to operate within that area with impunity.

In the Muggle world there were more restrictions upon Aurors, but it was also much easier to discover their location.

Reaching into his pocket, Harry pulled on his Invisibility Cloak and after making sure that he was fully covered over, stepped out into the street. He moved carefully and slowly, making sure that no part of his body was covered and as he reached the edge of the Ward scheme, he paused. This was his first challenge and one Harry wasn't quite sure on how to overcome.

He reached out, placing one hand just on the edge of the Ward and to his shock, felt nothing. Usually, when passing through a Ward a sort of feeling washed over you, but he felt nothing, it was like there was nothing there.

Unsure, but willing to take a leap of faith, Harry fully stepped through and nothing happened. He stood there for a few minutes just to make sure and nothing happened. Harry even looked at the windows, just to see if he could find any sign of movement but there was nothing. And so, confident that somehow while clad in his Invisibility Cloak that he couldn't trigger the Wards, he moved inside.

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"Well done, mister Potter." Croaker praised, the two stood watching from the rooftop across the street as Auror's, under a Muggle-Repelling Ward brought out the Werewolves bound tightly in chains.

Over five hours had passed since he had completed his first mission, a simple reconnaissance mission as Croaker had told him yesterday. Sneaking in, plot out possible entrances and exits, total number of hostiles and any other information that could be valuable. Though information in the form of letters could be ignored so long as it didn't put him and the mission itself at risk as they could be collected after the raid.

Either way, Harry had spent upwards of nearly four hours in the building, looking around and searching throughout the apartment. All its inhabitants had been Werewolves or those working for them.

In total there had forty, more than three quarters of which were Werewolves and half of them had been Wizards and Witches. A very dangerous force for sure, but they had been completely unaware of Harry's existence. The Invisibility Cloak as well as the sound and scent suppressing charms he had cast upon him ensuring he couldn't be seen, smelt or heard at all. Harry had passed them all by without being caught, despite coming close on many occasions.

Then he had escaped out and then using a Portkey, sent off a letter that called in a raid, he remaining behind to ensure that no Werewolf walked away before it happened. They hadn't and despite the dangerous force they had amassed, they were caught off-guard and taken out relatively quickly.

"You're use of the Invisibility Cloak was quite commendable, I had forgotten about that." Harry raised one brow at Croaker's words, finding that hard to believe. "You'll find it quite surprising how easily it is to forget things. I've probably forgotten more things than you'll learn in the next few decades."

Though as he said that, Croaker's eyes did flicker back down to the Invisibility Cloak that Harry was holding in one hand. He hadn't heard of a Cloak that could move through Wards without setting them off, especially not the defensive Wards surrounding this place. A professional Curse Breaker turned Werewolf had helped set it up and some of it was nasty stuff that had needed to be taken down quickly for the raid to work properly.

Unfortunately, the Curse Breaker didn't seem to be among the prisoners which was a shame, he could have been a useful asset.

However, the fact that Harry had been able to pass through undetected was certainly a curiosity and one that Croaker intended to figure out. He knew of course what the cloak was and where it originated from, he just didn't know that it was capable of such a thing. An oddity and one that Croaker hoped could be replicable.

"Nonetheless, we've done it." Harry said. "With this, we now have the proof necessary to keep Britain out of the war in Europe."

"Hmm, that's true." Croaker agreed, his gaze travelling over the prisoners once more. 'I had hoped that this was the only base, but with the Curse Breaker not here it's very possible they may have another base somewhere else. However, with the autonomy we'll gain from this I can deal with them however I wish. But perhaps I can use a few of these prisoners we have for more important means.'

Down below, the Auror's brought out the last Werewolf and began disappearing from the area one by one.

"Come, we're done here." He said, holding out a rope to Harry who paused momentarily, watching as the Auror's finished transporting the prisoners away, a final Auror remaining to dispel the Ward surrounding the area. Seeing this, he then reached out, taking the rope and the two also disappeared.


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So here we are, Harry's first mission ended in success. There wasn't much to show of the actual mission itself, just Harry alking around so I skipped over it. But things are going to start heating up in Britain once more. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

Capítulo 9: First Experiences

Walking down the black-tiled corridors of the Unspeakable Department, Harry turned a few corners, passing by numerous doors before arriving at a dead end. Or so it seemed, as he tapped his wand against the wall in front of him and it shifted open, revealing an area of complete darkness. Yet without hesitation, Harry stepped inside and continued to walk through the darkness.

Eventually, as he took a few dozen steps forward he came to a stop once more, light suddenly filling his vision and Harry reflexively raised one hand to cover his face. "Mister Potter, glad to see that you could make it on time."

Squinting, he looked to Croaker who stood before him and Harry said nothing, instead focusing his attention upon his surroundings. From the layout, the numerous cells lining the walls and more importantly, the three men clad in chains, pinned to the wall it was obvious he was in the Prison section of the Unspeakable Department.

He'd heard of it, but he had never actually been here before.

"The darkness, what was that about?"

"A defensive measure. You won't be able to see, hear, smell or feel anything while you're analysed. If your a UFAD then the ring you wear will identify you as such and you won't be killed and your senses will return to you." Croaker explained and from it, Harry guessed that it wasn't actually a Fidelus Charm, but possibly something close to it. If it was a Fidelus, then Croaker would have said as much, it was the type of man he was.

"Why am I here? You said I'd be doing some more training."

"You are." Croaker indicated to the three men in the cells behind him. "Today, you'll be learning the art of information extraction."

"You mean torture." Harry corrected.

Croaker shrugged. "That's one way of putting it yes." The blasé answer didn't make Harry feel any better. "Don't look so ill, mister Potter, a UFAD must be capable of everything, destruction, sabotage, assassination...torture. You agreed to become one and you will do so."

"But I thought we were simply getting evidence to show Europe that we had our own problems, I don't see why we need to do this."

"We did, but we had an abundance of prisoners that didn't need to be provided to the ICW so I simply acquired a few to help with your training." Croaker explained. "Let Europe deal with the Werewolves themselves, they abandoned us to deal with Tom Riddle so it's only fair we return the favour. But we can't afford to be unaware of what our enemies are capable of, should the situation in Europe require us to intervene in order to save Britain."

"You don't like Europe, do you?" Harry asked, hoping to stall for time.

Croaker chuckled. "Not in the slightest. Britain risked just as much as they did in order to beat back Grindelwald and we remained untouched by his regime. The rest of Europe were not so lucky and as a result, many of the Pureblood families fled to Britain. So, while the rest of Europe went through much needed political reform, Britain was left at the mercy of Purebloods that stopped us from doing the same."

Harry took note of the anger he could hear in Croaker's tone, anger that kept on growing as he continued to speak.

"Even so, Britain recouped from the damages born from the war against Grindelwald, but then Riddle came along. We came to Europe's aid, upholding the ancient alliances, they did not do the same and do you know why?"

Harry paused, unsure of what to say, but from the look on Croaker's face, he expected an answer. "Erm, jealousy?"

"Correct, jealousy." Croaker said with a smile. "Britain was one of the founding countries of the Magical world, we posses some of the largest and most powerful leylines in the world and the only country in Europe that could challenge us, was Scandinavia. Unlike in the Muggle world, France was not a rival, more of an annoyance. As a result, in the First Blood War, they saw this as a chance to weaken us further and it worked."

"So you're saying the reason why Europe didn't get involved was to weaken us?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes." Croaker answered. "One thing to understand, mister Potter. The Magical World despite its numerous advancements in society and political reforms, we're still very much like a feudal society. Taking any and all advantage we can to weaken our enemies and allies all for our own advantage. While the rest of Europe advanced, we stagnated."

Harry remained silent.

"Now, enough talking. You have a task to complete and you won't be leaving here till you complete it." Harry looked ready to argue and Croaker noticed this straight away. "If you don't, then we won't have important information about the Werewolves plans. Information that could save hundreds of lives, including yours and the lives of your friends, your family, your godson. These men, would kill children like him without hesitation, many were former Death Eaters. Don't hesitate, because they wouldn't do the same."

Despite this, Harry still hesitated, his gazing looking upon the unconscious prisoners. His face showed the internal battle going on between him, torn between doing as Croaker ordered or refusing.

But eventually his countenance shifted, his face going blank. "What do you want me to do?"

"You have three options, you must complete all three." Croaker informed. "You must first identify which of the three techniques would be best suited for which person. The first, Legilimency. The second, the Cruciatus Curse. And the third, a more hands on approach, the Muggle way."

Harry didn't say anything, just studying the three men in front of him. They were of varying physical statures, one skinny and weak. Another, obese and the final one, strong and muscular. Considering how easily the men fit into the three specific body types and Harry doubted it was simply good luck, more than likely Croaker had picked them out specifically.

Considering the way they are, the weakest looking one would probably hold out the least in either the second or third option. The obese man would probably struggle under the third option and possibly the first as well considering the fact that obesity was usual a result of a lack of impulse control and no will to exercise. He doubted Croaker chose the one man that had an actual physical disability that resulted in obesity.

For Legilimency he would pair up with the obese man.

Muggle torture with the skinny man.

And the Cruciatus Curse with the muscular one.

He didn't know if they were the correct decisions, but he was confident that it would work. It all just came down to whether he could do the same. "Have you made your decision?" Harry nodded his head. "Good, then begin with Legilimency."

"Rennervate." Harry pointed his wand at the unconscious obese man and made sure he made eye contact with him. While over the course of his training with Snape he had only used the spell once, he had never attempted using it again. Even over the course of his training with the Unspeakable Department, he had practised his Occlumency, Legilimency was something he hadn't practised with no actual partner to try it on.

The Mind Arts were a dangerous and obscure art, while Croaker had impressive Occlumency shields according to the man himself. He had still been wary of allowing a Wizard as powerful as Harry to attempt Legilimency upon him. All it took was a simple mistake and Croaker would have his mind destroyed.

So, this would be first time Harry had tried it since the accident in his fifth year. "Legilimens." He whispered, pointing his wand upon the man. Harry focused hard, trying to ensure that he didn't destroy the mans mind while also ignoring all the unimportant memories that rushed through his mind. It was difficult and Harry found himself struggling under the rush of information coming through his mind, but he held on, pushing on to try and find the information he was looking for.

Eventually, Harry broke the connection and stumbled away.

Breathing heavily, Harry turned to Croaker and went to speak but the man shook his head. "Don't tell me yet, I want you to try again and again, make sure you're getting the right information. Then move onto the next person and then the next."

Taking a deep breath, Harry looked back at the skinny man who was also looking incredibly drained after what had just happened. "Legilimens."

Again and again, Harry repeated the spell, each time the drain upon him mentally was overwhelming and he struggled to stay on his own two feet. But taking another deep breath, he then looked to the next prisoner and then back to Croaker.

All he received was a nod of the head and after using the Reviving Spell upon the man. He focused back on the feeling he felt when watching Sirius get strcuk by the Killing Curse, the feeling he felt when listening to Bellatrix's mad cackle of maniacal laughter, of seeing him fall into the Veil. And with narrowed eyes, Harry pointed his wand at the man once more. "Crucio."

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Stepping out of the cell with bloody hands, he stumbled to his knees and unable to stop the churning of his stomach any longer, Harry threw up. His body shook, eyes wide in horror at what he had just done and his breathing was shaky.

"Report." But Croaker didn't offer any comfort, in fact his voice was firm and cold.

Harry didn't answer straight away, still struggling to come to terms with what he had just done. Eventually though, he reached up, wiping his mouth and getting up onto his knees. "There's a base, in Cornwall. They don't know what their total numbers are, all they know is that it's under the command of someone called, Derek Hale. An American Werewolf."

Croaker nodded his head, having already suspected that there was a second base. He then looked down to his watch to see that it was nearing four o'clock in the afternoon, nearly three hours had gone by. Most of it was from torturing the obese man and the reason it had taken so long was mostly down to Harry's inexperience and reluctance in doing this. However, the young man had shut down his emotions by using Occlumency, just like now.

"Good job." He praised. "Now finish them."


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So yes, wanted to give a reason as to why Britain seemed so backwards and old-fashioned without it just being the typical trope of laziness. In this story it's because while Eupre started to go through political reforms due to Grindelwalds invasion, the Pureblood families afterwards fled to the only country that had been untouched by the invasion, Britain. This is why their society is so old-fashioned.

And Harry now learns to torture people, like I've said, Harry's going to be forced to do things he doesn't like nor normally would do. This is one of those.

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