Chapter- 25 : Desperation Part - 7

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Madam Bones's owl found him two days later in his rooms.

Dear Mr. White,

From what I have been able to find out there do exist protocols regarding dimensional travellers. By law you are required to present yourself to the Department of Mysteries. I recommend you do so as soon as humanly possible.

Yours sincerely,

Amelia Bones

Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,

Ministry of Magic

Harry scratched his head. That was decidedly unhelpful. While he had chosen to reveal himself to Madam Bones, he had done so for a multitude of reasons, one of which was that he was somewhat certain where her loyalties lay.

On the other hand, contacting the Department of Mysteries like she suggested would see him trusting not a single person but an entire Department in a building riddled with Voldemort's spies. Worse, he could not even vet the people that worked there, because they were Unspeakables and as such completely anonymous. The only name he did know was Rookwood, and that was because the man was fired from the Unspeakables upon his incarceration in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. Hardly a ringing endorsement.

There were just too many negatives to following this law Madam Bones had unearthed that Harry decided to live with the consequences of being an illegal alien for the moment.

A second ministry owl entered through the open window and Harry resignedly watched it land.

Why did he even think he would get the chance of deciding for himself?

Sure enough, the crest marked it as coming from the Department of Mysteries.

Dear Mr. White,

As an unregistered dimensional traveller you are required to present yourself to the Department of Mysteries within two days time for study and registration. This letter will serve as verification of your summons.

Yours sincerely,

Unspeakable Brown

Department of Mysteries,

Ministry of Magic

A snarl ripped from his throat.

There went his anonymity. Bloody Bones.

He sprang to his feet and jumped down the trap door, angrily striding through the corridors until he arrived at the Room of Requirement. Furiously he started pacing, focussing on his absolute need to send a Howler.

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