Chapter- 27 : Interrogation Part - 2

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Finally, the Unspeakable requested a vial of his blood.

Harry warily eyed the man. This he hadn't expected. "What do you want it for?"

"Research."

Depending on how closely linked he was to the Iris Potter of this world they might find all sorts of things he didn't want known. Also, the last time someone had used his blood Voldemort was resurrected.

"I respectfully decline," he said cautiously.

There was a long pause.

"Very well," the Unspeakable said, finally folding all of his scribbled parchments back into place on his clipboard. "Remain here, I will return shortly."

Left alone Harry was filled with an urge to check the various cabinets and drawers for treasures, but if he had learned nothing else from Snape, it was that snooping when someone left the room for a short while would come back to bite him in the arse.

The short while turned longer and an hour later found Harry tapping his fingers on the desk in a made-up rhythm to relieve the boredom.

Suddenly the door opened, startling him into jumping. Two Unspeakables strode in. One of them conjured an exact copy of the single drab grey chair in the room and both of them sat identically. He had no idea which one was his previous host, or if he was seeing two new people.

"Mr. White, you are provisionally cleared to remain in this realm for the time being."

Harry frowned. "What does that mean exactly?"

"That we will not immediately toss you through the Veil," the other replied promptly.

He gulped. He hadn't even realised that was a possibility had this interview not gone to plan. After all, it wasn't his fault that he was here, right?

"That's good, I guess," he said weakly.

"Indeed. One of us might have strained a muscle." The cold modulation of the voice turned a potentially humorous comment into a callous one.

"What about me? I mentioned my Apparition Licence before. Is my old one still valid?"

Both shook their heads. "Any and all documentation you may or may not have had in your previous life is invalid. We cannot retrieve it, thus we must assume it did not exist in the first place."

"Makes sense, even if I don't like it. I'll have to get a new Licence, then?"

Only one of them shook his head. "You cannot. That would require you to be a British citizen."

Harry bit back an irritated comment. "How do I get recognised as a British citizen then?"

"You don't," came the infuriatingly calm reply. "You were not born here and dimensional travel is not a recognised form of immigration."

"The Department of Mysteries will eventually evaluate the legalities surrounding your existence in this realm," the other added.

Harry was almost afraid to ask. "And how long will that take?"

"Six to twelve months."

Pause.

"Six to twelve months!?" he yelled. "Why the bloody hell will it take that long?"

"Among other things we are currently..." Pause. "...remodelling."

Harry blinked. Well, when he broke in back home they had pretty much thrashed the place. Presumably the same happened here. Still, it was remarkably bad timing.

He breathed in deeply to reign in his temper. "And until then, what are my rights? Because without British citizenship I cannot even retake any exams, and without an education or documentation I will not exactly have a choice of jobs."

"Until the situation resolves itself you are essentially the summoner's responsibility."

A sick feeling in his gut told him he really didn't want to know. "And my rights?"

"Very few. There are no laws specifically aimed at dimensional travellers and since you were not born of this world an argument could be made you are not even human. You would be considered a sentient creature at best."

"What about the muggle world?" he asked desperately.

"You are confined to Britain for the time being. While that includes the Muggle world, you do not exist there either and unlike here your presence cannot be eventually explained. Any situation that requires your presence to be documented is ill advised."

Harry closed his eyes. There it was. Under Dumbledore's thumb without anyone to turn to.

It wasn't exactly unexpected, but that didn't make it any less disheartening to get confirmation.

"I see," he said weakly. "Is there anything else?"

"We would really like a vial of your blood. It might help speed up the process a little..."

Harry shot the pair of them a scathing look.

"In that case, no, there is nothing else."

They stood in unison and one of them led him to the exit. The door shut as soon as he stepped across the threshold and a squelching sound indicated it was sealed as well.

The only positive thought that came to him was that at least it would be marginally harder to get at his records now.

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