Wizard with a Mutation : Chapter 18

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London, Magical Britain [1980]

–Scott Winters–

He whistled as he got ready, to meet his family, finally. After years of non contact, he was finally getting to meet his family. Sure, he had a family back in the States, a family he chose and he would always love those bastards but somehow, this felt even more personal than that.

He ate the boiled eggs he ordered, all 10 of them because his body needed protein and almost every other nutrient in excess quantities to sustain his physique, and thought of what he would say to Nathaniel.

If it was before today, he would have had a laundry list of questions to ask Nathaniel, to finally get the answers to some of the questions that had been burning a hole in his brain for years but after what happened yesterday?

After he saw how Nathaniel used some sort of unknown magic to communicate directly into his mind over long distances, without eyesight, his interest in that was piqued. One of his statements stuck with him the most, which was about the power being otherworldly for some reason, the same as his powers. 

He knew that the people in MACUSA, especially the more zealous ones who knew of his prowess had advocated severing his ties with London and one of the ways they wanted to do that was to have Nathaniel disown him somehow and they could have told him that his powers were a curse or something to persuade Nathaniel to kick Scott out of the family but that sentence felt far too precise, far too sure.

Otherworldly. That did not bode well. His powers could certainly be called otherworldly since they could break and burn through all the magics he had encountered so far but it still ran on magic. Sure, completely new and unseen magic but magic all the same.

That mental technique, on the other hand, had somehow bypassed his powers which would destroy most magics with ease, and had been used to communicate directly with him, at the core of his being.

He was most curious about that technique, it was marvellos, and he had gone back to check on his mind shields and had figured out that the technique had somewhat of an anchor, embedded deep into his mind, his core personality, something that Nathaniel no doubt used to bypass everything.

That only created more questions, rather than answer any of his existing ones but no matter, he had a hunch that many of his questions were going to be answered today, and that thought filled with equal parts excitement and equal parts fear as he exited the hotel.

"Thank you," Thanking the doorman, he walked a bit before he got a cab and told the man the address of the Winters Manor. He had the address memorised ever since he became an adult in the eyes of the Law back in the States and got to go through his own file that the Embassy had.

It was in Richmond, which made sense since the WInters family was rich, both in magical as well as the No-Maj terms, so they could afford the space and as far as he was aware, most of the magical family Manors of rich Lords had some sort of magical element to them, be it from a magical botany garden or some Magical creatures.

For that, they needed space and in London, Richmond was the place to be to fulfill those criteria.

"Thank you," He paid the cabby and gave him a handsome tip as he reached the Winters Manor with 10 minutes to spare. Nathaniel told him to be here by 8.

He saw the expansive garden wall that spanned on both sides, as far as his vision could reach as there was a giant plaque that said the WInters Family Manor, clad in golden letters. Tasteful.

Expanding his magical senses, he couldn't feel a single magical enchantment on the property as far as his range went. No protection at the entrance, or any traps in the bushes, nothing.

No magical creatures in sight, nor any hidden contraption. Nothing.

That was…odd.

Well, there was a bell right next to the Plaque so he rang that bell, watching as the gate began opening on its own immediately.

Seeing that no one came out of the gate, he looked both sides and walked right in. After all, he was invited to this place so he didn't have much to worry–

"Whoa!" He ducked as something fast passed over his head, the sound of laughter reaching his ears.

His neck was on a swivel as he tried to locate what it was but it seemed to blur past his vision and he knew those were not brooms because he could sense brooms because of their magical constitution. Whatever that was, it hid its magic so well that he could not sense it before it came way too close for comfort.

Still, he walked ahead on the pavement, which led to the giant house in the distance. Sidestepping multiple pools, a pond, a water fountain, and even a maze, to finally reach the stairs of the Manor. His eyes narrowed as the area around the doors glitched before he saw two people standing in front of the door as if an illusion had been lifted, and it probably was an illusion.

Nathaniel stood at the forefront with some sort of butler holding the door open, all with the stereotypical garb and everything.

He hastily climbed the stairs and came face to face with Nathaniel Winters, his uncle, and bearer of the answers he was so desperately seeking.

"Uncle," He greeted the man with a light bow.

"Scott. Welcome to Magical Britain. Come, we have much to talk." Nathaniel said and gestured for him to enter. 

Upon entering the Manor, he was expecting the rest of the Winters family but it was pretty much deserted, the living room. Nathaniel passed him and headed straight for a series of stairs that headed straight down.

"Follow me."

He hastily followed Nathaniel as they descended multiple flights of stairs, the area darkening as they went deeper, only illuminated by magical flame lanterns installed on the walls.

"Um, where are we going?"

"We are going to get your inheritance," Nathaniel answered in the same tone one used to answer a question about the bloody weather.

"E-excuse me? What inheritance?" He couldn't help but immediately ask but he received no answer, only continuous flights of stairs that never seemed to end.

Rude.

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