The Veiled

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The empty, echoing ritual room stood with stark silence when Harry Potter, current Master of Death, and currently playing the role of Basilisk, executor of the Veiled’s rituals, entered. His footsteps echoed on the black marble floors as he approached the platform where a large ritual circle sat with the Deathly Hallows symbol in the middle.

He wore the Veiled’s pitch black and tight combat robes, hood pulled over top of the flowy and tinted veil over his face. Their veils were charmed to be non removable by anyone except for the user themselves, the founder of whatever sector they belonged to, and Phoenix, the true leader of the Veiled, himself.

As he walked to the edge of the circle, shadows seemed to come off the walls and join him. Multiple Veiled individuals stepped into the circle, staring at him with unknown expressions as they waited.

Harry held up his wand before making a dramatic slashing motion pointed towards the floor of the ritual circle. A gash opened in the floor, where shadows pulled them into the gash before disappearing. The gash remained, fracturing to the edges of the circle but not going beyond that.

More and more people appeared from the shadows before jumping into the shadowy gash or being pulled in. This cycle continued until Harry was nearly the only one left in the room. Another group of shadows, instead of going into the gash or being pulled in, appeared behind Harry while silently waiting.

“Go ahead, I’ll be fine going in last.” Harry said while gesturing to the gash. His assassins hesitated, before filing into a line and jumping into the gash one after the other. Those should be the last, he thought to himself. Chimera and Thestrel had both already headed through, meaning he was the last to go.

He had already sent the memories of the dead with a few trusted messengers to possible recruits in the past, hopefully those messengers would get there early enough that the Veiled wouldn’t have been noticed yet.

He sighed, jumping into the gash with determination. As he headed through, the gash closed, leaving no evidence of the Veiled’s sudden disappearance.

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Harry Potter woke up in the Dursley’s yard with a start.

So this was great, having to live a second time. Only this time, he has a secret group of time travelers, a lot of knowledge regarding the future, and full control of his magical core.

So yeah, things aren’t terrible for once.

He stretched out in the Dursley’s garden, his arms reaching towards the sky. He was fairly disappointed that no snakes had yet to enter the garden, and he was quite bored with the gardening done.

He gripped his clothed wrist as his connection to death lightly tugged. Harry needed to get into contact with the Veiled, it would be bad if something went wrong with the ritual despite all their preparation.

The Veiled were sneaky, but with all of its members and a few of the dead going back in time? They made a large impact in all of the ministry’s time regulation devices. Luckily, they couldn’t trace their rituals at all, simply getting results that the rituals were carried out by the Master of Death.

Now that he thought about it…Harry was still clearly the Master of Death despite not having any of the items. His best guess was that his title as Master of Death was anchored in his soul and therefore was transported with him back in time.

Most titles and abilities were bound in blood, which meant he should be safe. Except that time travelers’ blood were connected with their soul due to anchors to ensure that they literally don’t get erased from the timeline if they go back to a timepoint they don’t exist.

Which meant if he got any sort of inheritance test, which would likely be necessary to get emancipation without Dumbledore able to see his records as his magical guardian, all of his titles in both the past and future would appear. Bye Golden Boy, Hello Mini-Dark Lord.

Bloody hell, it would honestly be better to do it now. Except, he had no access to the magical world and the Dursleys had no clue he knew about magic. He had to wait like a damsel in distress for someone to come get him, or for him to gain an opportunity to call Hermione and trick the Dursleys into thinking he's made a muggle friend somehow.

At least for now, he needed to study as much magic as he could get his hands on in the likely years it would take for them to track him down. All of the Veiled were currently children, how were they supposed to kidnap a child and hide him without garnering attention, especially without most knowing of his location?

In reality, if he needed to escape the Dursley’s, couldn’t he just go to the Veiled’s meeting room and get into contact with someone there? Now he felt stupid for not using the room he himself created literally to function as a waypoint.

No matter what way he thought up to escape, he would be here for the foreseeable future, and he had all the time in the world to plan for Hogwarts. That would give him some time to scheme specifically for the first year, but most of his time would be dedicated to ensuring that the Veiled stayed mostly secret and that all their protections had stayed strong.

He really should check up on the meeting room and ensure it actually functions before multiple people try to use it and it gets unstable. It was the one place the Veiled universally knew to go to whenever literally anything in the world happened.

Going on a mission? Meeting Room.

Need help with a complicated mystery you somehow got tangled up in? Meeting Room.

See some messy relationship drama you have to share? Meeting Room.

An actual Meeting? Meeting Room.

So obviously, having their entire organization time-travel to the past required one solution. Meeting Room.

He ran inside, and slid in his cupboard with remarkable ease despite the cramped space. He sat on his bed before focusing on one spot on the door, one of the spots where the paint chipped. As he focused entirely on getting to the meeting room, a symbol glowed on the back of his neck and hands. It was a black deathly hallows symbol that appeared from nowhere on his skin.

He saw shadows warp and pull him into near nothingness before he appeared in a dark wooden chair-throne sat at a large circular table. The circular table was surrounded by a lowered floor that changed elevated pews not unlike those in the courtrooms of the ministry of magic.

Everyone was still walking around the lowered portion but were starting to head to the benches.He quietly looked around the table, the seats on his left and right both were filled by two familiar veiled figures.

Chimera, sat squirming on his left, seemed to smile behind her veil and let out a soft giggle with no discernible cause. Thestral, who sat peacefully on his right, gave him a nod when he looked at her, but seemed absorbed in both the filled and empty scrolls she was currently reading and writing on.

Chimera was still giggling and he tried to track her eyes, realizing she was looking over and above his shoulder at something. When he looked over his right shoulder where she seemed to be looking, he was met with the dead-on stare of a veiled figure.

“Basilisk,” He let out with a slight giggle that he could tell made Basilisk frown, “What is it you are doing?”

Basilisk was currently leaning against the right side of his chair-throne, seemingly waiting for him to arrive. He continued to frown at Harry with no trace of amusement. Harry continued their staring contest with a raised eyebrow before Basilisk huffed and headed over to a pew, ironically behind Harry where he couldn’t stare over the back of the chair.

As everyone settled, and a few figures sat at the circular table with nods at Harry, he stood up in the dead silence of the Meeting Room.

“The entire Veiled’s mission is simple, secure Balance for our timeline.”

“Phoenix,” Thestral asked, “ Secrecy level?”

Phoenix, Harry Potter, paused before answering, “Secrecy level 4/5, we shouldn’t be seen but we can not isolate and exile ourselves for this mission” Thestral nodded.

He sighed, “Dumbledore will become suspicious of us the minute the ministry notices us, but we still can’t be careless especially with the delicacy of this mission.”

“During our time at Hogwarts, we will meet in the Meeting Room only when necessary and most information can be requested or found in our archives.”

“Everyone is dismissed” Phoenix clapped once before drawing out a triangle with a vibrant green trail. Chimera chopped a straight line with a fiery red, while Thestral drew out a perfect circle with both hands and a soft icy blue.

The meeting room blurred around him as he landed on his bed at the Dursleys’ before dizzily falling asleep as the consequences of the ritual finally hit him. He passed out with a peaceful expression.

No one would be able to hurt his friends and classmates again.