Hey everyone,
IMPORTANT UPDATE! This will be the last month where I will be updating all 14 stories at the end of every month. I am just going to do the same thing everyone else does; either fully finish a story and then post the full thing or finish a chapter and then post it once it's written. However, there are stories, like to Read Into The Universe, where I will probably try to finish the whole thing and edit out the mistakes and whatnot and only then post the finished product.
I'm sorry if this upsets some of you, but I know about myself that I NEED to do this. Over the course of the last few months, I just haven't felt as if I have given these stories the attention they deserve and while I am happy with some stories and how some chapters are written, do I just feel lost and disappointed looking back on others. I'm just starting to feel like thinking: "I could have done better." when looking back at some of the chapters I wrote, so I made this decision. Onto the story.
Remember how last chapter started on the 22nd? Yeah, that day is going to pass pretty fast as this chapter is going to include Bill, have him find out about Harry's "scar" (hint, hint) and have him do some awesome research before, as Harry falls asleep, doing the job that he got to do while stationed in Egypt.
You can, kind of, compare this to chapter 13 of Jillian Forge Potter, but then with a twist as I don't want to use the same technique. No, like I said, this time we're going a little more Muggle-style and we are also going to include the Weasleys into this. The only other hint I can give is this; Harry will be scarfree, after the procedure.
Let's do this,

Venquine1990
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PS. This is still a pre-written chapter. I will probably edit it once I get the chance. Just don't expect it some time this year. Maybe in 2020. Also, this is probably the final to second to final chapter that was pre-written.

Chapter 07
Curse-Breakers and Siblings

22nd of December 1996
The Burrow, England
Harry's POV

Everyone looks at the man in utter confusion and Mr. Weasley says: "Yes, William. Our eldest who just left with his fiancé." Mr. Levens nods and asks: "Would you mind asking him to come back? I am going off of the assumption that he never really did get to have a good look at this thing.""What makes you think that?"
Hermione asks and Mr. Levens answers: "Because he would have removed the magic within long ago if he did. Anyone who works as a Curse Breaker in Egypt deals with that kind of magic. And yes, I know this for a fact, my daughter works there as well." The other Weasleys all look shocked, yet I try my hardest not to look at Dumbledore.
This because he has always been the one who knew the most about my scar and the connection that is has with Voldemort and I wonder if the man was aware of this. Yet I try not to think like that and tell myself that I only believe this because of everything I was just told. Then Mrs. Weasley leaves and a little later Bill returns.

The man looks confused and concerned and moves over to crouch down in front of me. I raise my fringe up to allow him perfect sight and access to my scar and the eldest of the Weasleys looks at Mr. Levens one last time before he pulls his wand out and starts to run it over my scar, both from top to bottom and in reverse.
Several times this happens and while I spot gleams of emotions shine in the man's eyes, which I can distinguish thanks to us sitting so close to each other, does nothing else show on the man's face, proving he is truly in a state of being a professional. Yet the emotions I do spot in his eyes cause me to personally frown in concern.
Bill sighs as he finishes and says: "I'll be right back." And a few minutes later, he returns, yet the stuff he carries in his arms makes us all gasp and shriek. "These are special. They are enchanted to keep the magic inside the bloodstream and only take in the blood. Goblins aren't stupid enough to not enchant them like that, don't worry."
Bill says, putting down all of the syringes that he carries in his arms and Ginny whimpers: "But what do you need them for?" And Bill answers: "I need to see who is most compatible with Harry. The best way to get rid of the – let's call it what it is – junk in his scar is to replace the skin there with the skin of someone else."

"That's possible?" Ron asks aghast and Hermione answers: "Of course, Muggles do it all the time. It's called Plastic Surgery." To which Bill replies: "Actually we call it Skin Transfusion, but that Muggle term works too. Now everyone, please roll up the sleeve of your non-wand arm and show me your elbows. You too, Harry."
I nod and while some of the others, amazingly enough George being one of them, but not Fred, cringe as their brother comes over, do the ones that whimper also look shocked when the man is done and Ron mutters: "I hardly even felt that." To which Bill replies: "That's because there's a pain-relief spell on the end of the needle."
Ron nods thankfully at this and once everyone, even Dumbledore and Sirius, who woke up shortly after his blood was taken, does Bill lie all of the syringes side by side and I notice that, while all of them have the needle aimed upward, mine is aimed at the man himself, this probably to remind him which is which.

He then runs his wand over my syringe and several numbers and letters appear above it before he does the same with the others. I notice that some of the numbers equal mine, yet only Fred's seem to have both the letters and numbers with my own, which is shocking as George's numbers are just slightly off from the both of us.
Bill also looks at this intrigued and then waves his wand, wiping all of the floating numbers and letters out of the air before he turns to his younger brother and asking: "You wouldn't happen to have some skin that just hangs loosely or flaps when you move, do you?" And Fred looks thoughtful before he says: "I have some here."
And he motions for the back of his left knee. Bill seems to examine this as well and smiles as he says: "Yep, that will work.""What exactly are you going to do, son?" Mr. Weasley asks and Bill, like Mr. Levens before, takes to the spot in the open space in the living room. He looks at me before looking at his family and says:

"Here is how the procedure is going to work. Tonight before bed, I am going to put Harry and Fred under an anesthetic. This is something that is slightly stronger than a Sleeping Potion, but weaker than a Draught of Living Death. It will basically work like the latter, but turn into the former once I stop applying it to them.
I will have to keep applying it to them throughout the procedure as it will allow them to fall into a time-reduced coma, one controlled by the anesthetic. I will then cut the skin that is at the back of Fred's skin, which is also far away from vital blood veins, off and make sure the skin there becomes tight like leather.
I will then do the same with the skin at Harry's scar, using magic to drain every bit of the connection between him and Voldemort out of him as I do and then replace the skin that I take there with the skin I took from Fred. And because their skin and blood is so compatible, his body will just accept the new skin as his own."

"And – and this – this is –?" Mrs. Weasley asks, aghast with what she's hearing and yet, when Bill says: "This will be my 245th time doing this since I started working in Egypt and my 112th time doing it all by myself. I only had 14 mishaps and the first 7 were on inanimate objects and the other were because I was focused on my partner."
Does his mother calm down and smile at him, both grateful for his reassuring words and proud of the results he has been able to have since he started working. He then turns to me and says: "However, in the meantime, I can't let Fred go to work and I can't let you do anything strenuous either, Harry. You need to be calm for the rest of the day."

At this I turn from him to Mr. Levens and say: "Then please go fetch my siblings, the ones left behind by those two so many times. I will feel better, calmer, if I know that they are away from – them." The man nods and then turns to Mrs. Weasley as he says: "If you'll let me, I'll have the kids come along with a portable room.
This room is both easily moved as it can shrink down to the size of a matchbox and grow the size of a Manor's entrance hall if we want it to and has been enchanted to allow Muggle technology to work within. And seeing as how both the twins and the youngest are Muggle-raised, I can only recommend you use it for them."
"Wait, you mean even with things like movies and video games?" I ask, shocked and awed as that is something that has been considered impossible to do by the Wizarding world for years and that Hermione even told me was recorded as such in Hogwarts a History. Yet the man nods and smiles at me before he says:
"Yeah, to be honest we found out how a few decades ago. We just never got around to getting it known nationwide as we found out while the last war was going on and right after that idiot Malfoy got himself nice and cozy with the Minister. We Unspeakables like to do a lot, but not having pointless, socially hurtful debates."

At this I nod and then turn to Mrs. Weasley as I say: "You should take him up on the offer, Mrs. Weasley. You're already running low on space and after everything they went through, things like movies and videogames will definitely benefit them. They are the favorite playthings of a lot of Muggle kids these days."
At this Sirius yips and I remember telling him about Dudley and his own love for the games in one of the letters I sent him during the summer before my Fourth. Mrs. Weasley looks conflicted, but Mr. Weasley asks: "Can you apply this room at any point in the house?" And Mr. Levens answers: "Even next to your attic if you want."
"I'd prefer it one floor lower. That way, the Potter kids can all be close to their new brother. But are you sure that the room can be big enough for all of them?" At which Mr. Levens smirks and says: "It could hold a slumber party for all of Gryffindor House if we wanted, don't worry about that. It's a Department invention, after all."
"Sounds like it's basically a wizarding tent.""But then without the tent.""And with only one room." The twins chorus and Mr. Levens shrugs as he says: "We did derive the idea from that, yeah." And this seems to convince the Weasley elders. They both nod and Mr. Levens smiles as he says: "I'll be back shortly." And he leaves.

"Can you believe it, Harry? I mean, I wonder how they were able to do it? Hogwarts a History after all said that it was supposed to be impossible; that the large amounts of magic mess with the systems within and all that. But still, I can't help but wonder what kind of games and movies they could have." Hermione excitedly mutters.
I smile at her and say: "Considering we are dealing with kids that are all eleven and younger, I think it'll probably mostly be Disney movies, don't you?" The girl looks thoughtful, but then nods and says: "I wonder if they'll have Mary Poppins. That was my favorite growing up." At this I nod, easily able to understand why and say:
"I personally hope they'll have Lion King. You can't deny that is one amazing movie.""Amazing? It's world famous. It got academy awards and everything. I can still quote practically every song from it." This makes me smile even wider and I ask: "What's your favorite? Mine has to be Circle of Life. That one is just glorious."
"Really? I thought you'd like I Just Can't Wait to Be King more. I personally loved Can You Feel The Love Tonight growing up, but I do agree. Circle of Life is 100% worth the award it got. Elton John. Oh, how that man can sing.""WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?" Ron suddenly shouts, startling us.
Hermione and I look up, shocked to see everyone looking at us confused and baffled, though the twins are also holding back snorts and Sirius has his paws over his muzzle. Yet Hermione and I share a look and then I happily quip: "Now you know how we feel." Shocking the others, amusing Dumbledore and making the twins laugh hard.

Then suddenly Mr. Levens comes back, alongside two other Unspeakables that are fully dressed the part and of which one has a small box in one of his hands. The one with the box in hand nods at the rest of us and then asks: "Which floor, again?""The last one, just under the ladder leading up to the attic. Preferably on the right to the door."
The person nods and leaves us before Mr. Levens says: "It's safe, kids. They're all awaiting you. Eager to meet you even. Come on out." And this instantly has me up on my feet, wondering what, other than what was already told to us, could have happened to my siblings to make them this hesitant. And slowly but surely they appear.

The first is a young girl who looks just like I did when I was thirteen – when I still had a build too small for my age – but who has looks that absolutely astound me as I think: "Can anyone be a more perfect mix of those – those bastards?" As she has Lily's build and long red hair, but James' face and even his eyes and wears glasses.
Next a pair of twins come out and these two are definitely like Fred and George, as they are short and stocky, but while one has auburn red hair with hazel brown streaks through it, does the other have a hairstyle with the colors in reverse. They also both have brown eyes that aren't quite hazel, but have a bit of a green hue to them.
After this a shorter boy comes out, one who actually still looks as if he would have been House Elf size if he was a few years younger and I look shocked and even a little horrified when I see how thin and ragged my younger brother looks, yet there is no denying that his eyes are still wide as tennis balls and gleaming with adoration.
And the last one breaks my heart the most. Tinier than a three year old, with cloths that are practically falling off of her thin frame, with a face that is already full of wrinkles and has the same sunken in look that Sirius had after escaping Azkaban and eyes that, while supposed to be bright green, remind me of the Forbidden Forest.

Not even a second passes between me spotting the youngest of my little siblings and me rushing over to wrap my arms around her, pulling her close against my form and trying to wrap my own around her, as if wanting to protect her from even the smallest disease that could float around in the air. The girl squeaks and trembles, but I shush her.
And when I actually feel her thin, frail fingers trying to undo the few buttons of my shirt, do I use one hand to stop both of hers and whisper: "None of that, little one. I am not one of them. I am your big brother. I don't want that kind of love." And the eyes that look up into mine break my heart into a million pieces, they look that lost.
I close my eyes, not able to see that confused, befuddled look on a face so young for much longer and just pull her closer against my chest. Then I hear approaching footsteps from a distance and spot the Unspeakable that left return and instantly I get an idea. I turn back to look at my youngest and ask: "Do you have a favorite movie, little one?"

The girl looks down and I wonder what I did wrong, but then she whispers: "I haven't done my job yet." But I whisper back: "You never should have had one. Two bastards who never deserved to birth such a little beauty left you in a world that isn't right for anyone, no matter what their age, but you were freed from it.
Like a curse that was lifted from you after many years." At this the girl lets out a small giggle and instantly I realize why. "Oh, so you like that movie, huh? Yeah, that's a good one. I'm sure the nice man who just came back even made sure to have it in the new bedroom that you get to share with the rest of our siblings."
I turn to the man at this and he says: "That depends. What movie do you mean?" Making me send him an unimpressed look and say: "A curse that was lifted after many years?" Yet the man still seems clueless and then the other Unspeakable says: "Good grief, Lens, even I got that one. He means Beauty and The Beast, of course."
The man's stance changes slightly, proving his shock and then his hand disappears into his cloak, obviously hitting himself on the head. "Yes, we have that up there. Alongside all the other Renaissance movies.""Renaissance? I don't think these kids –." Mrs. Weasley tries, but Hermione lies a hand on her arm and says:

"He means the period of time in which these movies were made, Mrs. Weasley. The company had a real rut a few years back, but made a gigantic comeback back in 89 and is actually still going strong. They just recently released this movie about an ancient Chinese legend that is making millions in the box office, as Muggles call it."
"Wait, it's making what?" The Weasleys all ask, the twins the loudest and while this makes my youngest shriek in fright, does it also hit me with an idea. I turn from them to the Unspeakables and ask: "How would you like it – if I knew of a way to get your invention of magical Muggle technology into Wizarding Britain?"
Mr. Levens looks at me, intrigue and a slight hint of disbelief on his face, but I just turn to Fred and George and instantly, upon seeing where I am looking, the man gets me. He smirks at me and then asks: "Boys, can we discuss a business deal?" The twins share a look, look at me and then ask: "What kind of deal?" Making us both smile.

Get ready, you two,
Next chapter? Might not be that interesting. It's basically going to be the Weasleys discovering Muggle technology, the Weasley kids finding out what a movie is and how it works and them responding to 1991's biggest hit in the box office. Okay, maybe not all that interesting, but it is going to be bloody hilarious.
Also, I know that Mulan actually released in 1998, a year and a half after this story's time era, but just like with Kingdom Hearts – of which Hercules is a movie that released AFTER Harry's Fifth (oops, sorry To Read and To View (screw that fact)) – just consider this to be my own personal twist on these few facts.
After all, this is bloody fanfiction. I might like to keep to canon as much and whenever possible, but if I were to stick to every last fact, I wouldn't be able to write a damned thing. So if you don't like the fact that I am using movies that actually released WAY after 1996, then I'm sorry to say, this story is not for you.
See yah,

Venquine1990