"Expelliarmus!" said the Unspeakable. Luna's wand flew away and landed in the brain tank with a splash.

Luna showed her hands were empty.

"Hello little one. I am an Unspeakable. We have no names and no faces. We have no identities. One of us represents all. All of us are represented in one. When you speak to me, you speak to the Department of Mysteries," said the Unspeakable.

"Hello Professor Memnuela. Are you the person who has been modifying my memory?" said Luna.

"An agent never tells. I can neither confirm nor deny…. Who am I kidding? It is the obvious deduction. It would be an insult to pretend otherwise," said Professor Memnuela. She took off her mask.

Fay crept along the wall while Memnuela's attention was focused on Luna. Luna deliberately avoided glancing in the direction of Fay.

"Congratulations. You passed. My friends are on their way," said Memnuela.

"What?" said Luna.

"The Department of Mysteries' selection process. We are the best of the best of the best. We do not recruit just any Hogwarts graduate. Only those witches and wizards who penetrate this far are allowed into our clandestine ranks. Why, I remember when I was standing right there facing down my own Unspeakable when I broke in. Well, not exactly right there. My initiation took place in the Death Chamber," said Memnuela.

"Wait a minute. You mean I'm not in trouble for breaking into the most secure facility in all of Britain?" said Luna.

"The most secure facility you know about. Nitpicking aside: Of course not. How backwards would an organization have to be to punish someone for ethical hacking?" said Memnuela.

Luna acknowledged the logic of the policy. Fay had worked her way behind Memnuela. Luna dragged on the conversation. She didn't have to pretend she had lots of questions.

"Besides. You are a perfect Occlumens. Never before have I seen such raw talent for the art," said Memnuela.

"I told you already, I'm not an Occlumens," said Luna.

"Let us not play this charade again. How do you feel about becoming an Unspeakable?" said Memnuela.

"What does becoming an Unspeakable get me?" said Luna.

"All our secrets will be yours. You will know all that is known about the Mind and Body, Time and Space, Prophecy and History, Life and Death, Love and the Divine," said Memnuela.

"That's ten divisions, plus the entrance door. The Entrance Chamber has twelve doors. What did you leave out?" said Luna.

"Room Eleven."

"The price?" said Luna.

"Anonymity shall be your name. Silence, your native tongue. You shall not exist," said the Unspeakable.

"Is that why nobody can remember your name, Memnuela?" said Luna.

The Unspeakable stumbled and then regained her composure. "No. The curse on me was not cast by the Department of Mysteries nor any of its agents," said Memnuela.

"What about the connections I have? The people you used to know?" said Luna. She looked at the Unspeakables mask, her cape, her breastplate, her greaves. Anywhere but behind Memnuela.

"It shall be as if you had died," said the Unspeakable.

Luna pictured her mother, the tentacled brain in a vat.

"Forgive me if I'm skeptical at the prospect of sacrificing so much for the promise of secrets I can verify neither the existence nor the truth of," said Luna.

"I shall offer you a taste. One more question. Any question. What do you wish to know? I shall answer truthfully. Then you must choose," said the Unspeakable.