A/N: Not an update. So, I am back. And, here I am. Just fixed bad grammar and punctuation.

CHAPTER 2

"You did WHAT?"

Harry grunted as he was pushed against the wall, none too lightly. He had never seen the old man move with such fluidity. Of course, the bastard was using magic. But, he couldn't tell the truth about Daphne to a Dark Lord. The bastard would use her against him. He hardly understood it himself. He wasn't madly in love, but he did use a Love Potion on her. It was a necessary evil. But, Harry knew to push the right buttons.

"You don't dose your fiancé with love potions!" Gellert snarled.

"Why does it matter?" Harry snarled back. "It is not the first time –"

"How many of them were you going to marry? I believe, that the contract is unbreakable?" Gellert spat.

"You are the one to talk! Didn't you kill–"

Harry grunted as he was again slammed into the wall and he felt a wand under his throat, which was now burning uncomfortably.

"Don't you bring her into this!" Gellert snarled at him.

When Harry didn't reply for a moment, Gellert sighed but let him go. He returned back to the bar and poured himself a glass of strongest wine they had. It was very odd the way Gellert let go of him.

"It would be easier if I could just kill her and get done with it," Harry relented. It would be much easier. He had killed before and without remorse too. And, one of them, was his best friend.

"I am not going to kill her if you are asking me to do that," Gellert replied without looking up from his drink.

"You can't do it anymore, the contract will not allow it if you do it now. You could have done it without telling me about it. now you would face consequences if you do it." Harry sighed tiredly as he plopped himself on the couch.

Gellert snorted.

Harry ignored him and summoned a bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Have you told Croaker?" Gellert asked.

Harry didn't reply for a moment. "There is a possibility that he knows already," Harry frowned. He didn't want the bastard to know, but he could hardly prevent it.

"When are you going to give her the antidote?" Gellert asked bringing the topic back on hand.

Harry didn't reply as the memory of what happened before he left the Manor came to his mind. He didn't know what to do.

He could kill her once he was married because they had dissolved the post-marriage clauses, but did he want to? He had lied for so long, he didn't know what was the truth. He hated multiple personalities.

"It expires in few hours." He spoke softly.

"Generally, enough time for you to kill. What are you planning, Peverell?" Gellert demanded. "I know that look very well. I won't allow you to make the same mistakes that I made!"

"The contract nullifies if either of us ends up in prison," Harry commented offhandedly, looking at the piece of paper he had compiled from the contract.

"I doubt you are willing to go to a prison."

"Nah! If I could somehow convince her to commit a crime, it might be possible," Harry replied thoughtfully. Involuntarily, grimacing at the suggestion.

"You don't look very keen though," Grindelwald smirked. "You look quite taken with the girl, am I-"

A blank mask settled on Harry's face and his body relaxed, hiding his inner turmoil. He was 'the Harry Potter' now. The Peverell mask had fallen, and a cold-hearted bastard had taken its place. Peverell whimpered.

"I have been with women before," Harry hissed.

"And yet – "

"And nothing!" Harry snapped viciously. His magic humming.

It didn't deter Gellert. His smirk right on place, "I have seen your face when you are with that sister of yours, Potter. Happy. Smiling. Charming. Maybe, this is what you desire to be? Craving for their touch? You regret leaving, don't you, Peverell?"

Harry shook his head violently. And his face settling back on the blank mask. He started taking deep breaths. You don't fall this hard on one date. He was losing control over reality. He didn't know how he could see shapes and black spots. This was bad, it was getting more and more difficult to contain the Potter within himself.

"You are in denial," Gellert smiled.

Harry ignored him and didn't reply in favour of sipping his bottle.

"Why did you use a potion in the first place?" Gellert asked curiously, after a few moments of silence, apparently disinterested in his denial. "You could have easily charmed her, and don't feed me the crap I am bad with women! You have dated over fifty women in past four years! And you only used a love potion on Princess Romanova and a few other bitches..."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Harry protested. His eyes darkened a bit, as his head spun for gaining back control. "And if you are forgetting, I killed them all." His voice took a chilling tone.

"That doesn't answer my question!" Gellert demanded angrily.

"She was using bloody Legilimency on me! And she is an active Unspeakable!" And with that the bottle in Harry's hand shattered into a million pieces, effectively turning the whiskey into white fumes which clouded the entire room in moments.

Gellert looked alarmed. Harry's eyes had turned completely red. He winced, it was one of the side effects of plunging into Darkest of the Dark Arts. Last time Harry was like this, they had destroyed a part of Nevada, though they had somehow avoided trouble from US Ministry, they were unlikely to avoid such trouble in Germany. He did the only logical thing that came to his mind, he stunned him. Not any stunner, a much darker variety. It would keep him out for a few hours...

He sighed and poured himself some more wine.

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Harry sighed, as he entered the Ministry of Magic. He had far too many identities.

The medical term was Multiple Personality Disorder. Most of his identities knew each other, or so he hoped/

Lord Peverell, head of Invisibility Task Force.

Harry Potter, Grindelwald's transaction.

James Bond, the code name for an Undercover ICW Unspeakable and HitWizard.

Brutus, the Assassin.

And of course, the current Augustus Rockwood. This wasn't a sub-conscious identity, just a role to play. Part-time anyways. Augustus Rockwood wasn't one person, but a name and a face. During the last war, Caroline Yusupov was Rockwood. Now they were partners. She was one who played Rockwood within the Ministry while he was one the who went to Voldemort as a Death Eater. Of course, none of them has the Dark Mark. Unspeakables were anything, but amateurs.

There were few other identities that he had used in his lifetime. Useless ones, more like for cons.

It wasn't easy. Harry Potter rarely went anywhere. Brutus only worked few weeks a year. Lord Peverell had a flexible job. Brutus and Harry Potter were much more similar than any of his other personalities. Both could murder in cold blood. They had similar habits.

Currently, he was in the capability of James Bond. Meaning he was wearing a blue robe layered with few hundred obscuring charms, armed with more than a few wands, daggers, swords, and explosives. Not mention Muggle weaponry and other devices. His face was so thoroughly hidden, that even Goblins would have difficulties finding his name. Of course, he had a public face, like all other Unspeakables.

(A/N: Insert favourite Bond figure. I'm going with Brosnon.)

Only a few select knew he was Lord Peverell. Mostly those who lead Department of Mysteries. Fewer knew he was Harry Potter. Most people were Oathbound, the Oath was basically just to keep appearances.

He had told the Greengrasses who he was, but it was necessary. It didn't really matter that anyone wasn't under an Oath, he had cast a Fidelius on Peverell being Potter, it wasn't something they could reveal. It was rare Magic. The Fidelius was strictly for hiding a place, but if there was an insanely obscure information it could be hidden. In his case, only he, Gellert, and Griphook knew that Lord Peverell was Harry Potter before he had cast the charm.

You couldn't place information such as where something was hidden if the said object you were hiding wasn't really obscure, thus it would be better to hide the place instead.

Harry Potter was thankful for the skill he had acquired in years. He couldn't let Gellert know how he really felt for Daphne. He never blushed. It helped that she knew him from before and he had a bit of crush on her then. He grimaced, as it didn't stop him from manipulating her. The emotion was there for a few moments before it was replaced by cold ruthlessness as if someone turned off a switch. He would be lying if he didn't envy those who could love unconditionally. He was a bit of sociopath. Then again, who wouldn't be after killing more than a dozen people every few months? He had also placed an intent of friendship and loyalty in her mind when he shattered her shields.

"Bond," Croaker said droned, as Harry entered his cabin.

Harry almost winced.

Generally, Croaker was a happy person unless someone screwed up big. He didn't hate him, but the old man was fucking nosy. "I was informed about your presence." He smiled, "I am saddened by the fact that you didn't show up here after you have been in Britain for a week."

"I was working," he replied calmly as he sat down in a chair. His accent suddenly more British.

"Ah, yes. My condolences to the poor bride," he nodded empathetically. "And, I hear 'Brutus' did a something to Nott." Oh, Croaker was pissed. Of course, he would be. Harry did blow up an entire Manor. And, a street.

"An American Minister went missing from the British Isles, two weeks back," Harry said.

"You are here for a missing Minister?" Croaker laughed. "The Brutal Butcher? Tell me James, was the Minister an Unspeakable?"

"He is an Unspeakable. And, a Minister. His name's John Munroe. He was in R&D, United States DoM and part of CIA."

"A political spy, then." Croaker nodded. It wasn't unusual. The Ministry was often infiltrated by Department of Mysteries. "Perfect timing Bond. I got you a secretary."

Anything that made work easier. He did request one, but that was a year ago when he came to Britain.

"Should, I call her?" He asked, smirking at him.

Harry suddenly wasn't liking this idea. Last time Croaker gave him that look, he ended up facing his wife, Prenelle Flamel, and the bitch was fucking crazy when it came to duelling.

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Daphne shook her head. She never had such an emotional overdrive before. It was almost as if she had been dosed with a Love Potion. Almost. She had checked, of course. Her father was an Unspeakable, she was one.

"You there, Daphne?" Tracey asked as she waved her hand in front of the blonde. "Thinking about a rogue, are you?"

"Just thinking about Hadrian," Daphne commented lightly.

"Oooh! Your hot shot fiancé!" Tracey smirked.

Daphne glared at her. "He was so kind and gentle that it almost... felt like an act."

Tracey shook her head, and said, "You are looking too much into this. It's your old paranoia speaking. "

"You didn't see the way he used magic," said Daphne. "It was flawless. I have only seen Croaker or Dumbledore perform such feats."

"So? He is a Peverell. The one of the only remaining member of Most Noble and Most Ancient Houses, apart from Potters and You-Know-Who!"

"And? We don't even know if blood really means anything when magical prowess is considered! And Nathan Potter doesn't even measure up to Hadrian!" Daphne denied. "And, Dumbledore isn't from one. And, You-Know-Who has years of practice." Daphne did't mention Hadrian being Harry.

"He was just born powerful then. The two of them are half-bloods though. Maybe Peverell is too."

Daphne shook her head, too tired to explain to her friend that blood meant nothing. They had had this conversation numerous times over the past years.

"When is the wedding, though?" Tracey changed the topic.

"Not until next year, at the very least," Daphne commented as she ran her hand through hair.

"Are you two going to attend the Ministry ball? I might be able to meet him then. Astoria thinks he looks re-"

"Wait! Wait! Wait! When did Astoria meet him?" Daphne demanded through gritted teeth, planning to barge into Hogwarts to interrogate her sister. "When did she leave school? And how do you even know this?"

Tracey ignored the glare she revived from the blonde, and just smiled, "Your mother thought it might be a nice idea."

Daphne scowled and Tracey wondered what was going to happen to Lady Greengrass this time.

"Does he know what goes on in your hell hole which you continue to call your workplace?"

"He knows the Unspeakables aren't neutral."

"He didn't object?" Tracey asked surprised. "What happened to the gentle soul."

"That didn't what surprised me. He already knew that we weren't Neutral."

"It might have been a guess?"

Daphne shook her head. "I wasn't myself when I met him. Something very integral changed within me."

"Could it be the contract?"

"I hope not," her voice quivered. "And his Occlumency shields are even better than mine. It's suspicious."

"So, he is a powerhouse. Big deal!" Tracey rolled her eyes. "Don't you remember Vladimir in Dueling Circuit? And, he was fifteen."

"This is different!" Daphne scowled. "Look Trace, I know I've been paranoid in past but – "

Before she could finish the statement, her Unspeakable ring went warm. She looked at Tracey apologetically, "Sorry. Duty calls."

"Wait. NO! We are not done!" Tracey called as Daphne disapparated into nothing, leaving Tracey alone in the Vile Parley Cafe.

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