Wizard with a Mutation : Chapter 24

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Beneath Winters Manor, Magical Britain [31st October, 1980]

In the darkness of the once advanced spaceship, stood Scott Winters, cocooned in a sphere of white, his face serene and his body slack as tendrils of white were attached to his body, pulsing softly with white with a red streak mixed in between.

The pulsing white began slowing down as the red streak began flashing through the tendrils at an accelerated pace. The red streak traveled through every single tendril, passing through the white cocoon, accelerating visibly as it began moving so fast that all the tendrils had a red streak in them. Soon, the cocoon was covered in red as well, making the entire thing shine brighter and brighter.

On the surface of the ship, a blue ball of energy had formed which was dimming by the second, as was the rest of the ship which was completely laid out with blue veins of energy that were being stored for this specific day.

Outside, right in front of Nathaniel Winters' eyes, the veins of blue energy that crisscrossed a vast area in front of him dimmed before they began doing dark, with only the ship itself having blue veins anymore. Even those were beginning to dim as the energy cost of completing the memory transference process began to eat away at the ship's energy reserves. 

Nathaniel was not worried as he was already informed of what would happen by Atrhena herself but he would end up missing her since this would put her in a long term coma. The exact energy used to power the ship was not available in the world anymore, as it was completely powered by Jean's innate energy. Nathaniel had tried over the years but no energy source was compatible with her energy core, save for pure magic.

Magic that was very rare and even then, it was only due to magic's sheer versatility that allowed Athena to accumulate enough energy to sustain her operations. The conversation ratio was horrific as well, with so much magic being pumped into her for over two decades being just enough for the memory transference process.

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–Scott Winters–

His eyes snapped open as a wave of red was unleashed from his body, shattering the cocoon like thing that was made up of..his power? It was all very confusing but he could feel traces of his powers in that cocoon and with a thought, the shattered pieces of the cocoon turned towards him and were absorbed directly into his body.

He leaned back, instinctively trying to avoid them but they were all very seamlessly absorbed by the red outline of energy around him. He flexed his finger as he felt the red energy fit for him like a glove. He could feel it responding to his desires as well as with a thought, he turned it invisible and then completely off.

The moment it turned off, he dropped from mid air, landing silently on a crouch, his mind still a bit disoriented from whatever had happ–

"Ah!" He grunted as he immediately closed his eyes, his face scrunched up as a sharp pain assaulted his mind for a moment before his eyes opened, both of them now twin lamps of red.

He….remembered.

Not just things from this life but his previous life as well. 

But….his brows furrowed as he couldn't recall many things from his previous life. No names, no faces, nothing. He knew that he had a family, friends, no girlfriend but he had loved ones, he celebrated major events with them, and he travelled sometimes.

He knew those things objectively but he couldn't put a face on the people he travelled with. The people he spent most of his life with. The people he thought he would see everyday for the foreseeable future. People he went to college with, people he went to school with, extended relatives who were closer to him than his own parents, and more.

He….remembered but he didn't know their faces. It was almost as if it was by design.

His eyes widened as he remembered where he was, the knowledge of the reality, albeit a bit different, forcing him to stand, as wobbly as it was.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he forced himself to take a step forward, his entire brain feeling as if it was being pricked by pins all the time. Grunting, he remembered the red aura and how it made him feel and closed his eyes, trying to bring that back. 

Almost instantly, the pain faded as he opened his eyes, the living room set in the ship being illuminated by his aura. He rushed forward, being careful not to break through the door on his way out as he was greeted by Nathaniel.

"Scott!" Nathaniel exclaimed, probably because of his red aura but he had no time for this. He was in the Harry Potter universe, one of the universes that had the potential to become a hellscape real quick, if not for a few extremely rare events happening all at once, all in the same country. 

He, for one, would not like to live in a post apocalyptic hell world. His previous life, Earth, was on a similar trajectory if there was not a large scale French style revolution happening to curb the more greedy humans. Back then, he had no real power, the governments made sure of that. He was just a cog in the machine, a nice little drone but here? In this world?

His hands flexed as he felt all the power in his body. It was a little bit disorienting because, from his second set, he could remember never feeling anything quite like this but from his current life memories, he knew that while this was much higher output than usual, it was not at a level he could claim himself to be the strongest, yet.

"I have to go! Thank you so much for this. I will be back!" He said to Nathaniel in a hurry before he ran to the stairs, his new aura boosting all his abilities by quite a significant margin. He had to go back, he had so many ideas now.

He was also just in time to save Harry or his parents. In all his time in this world, he knew that prophecies and divination could be hit or miss. It is a type of taboo magic, as in the more people believe in the prophecy and participate in the situation, the more likely that the prophecy will be fulfilled.

There are multiple types of divination but fixed prophecies, events set in time, that kind were very rare. If his memories are to be believed, the prophecy surrounding Harry and Voldemort was a self fulfilling one. A prophecy that might have successfully brought down a Demon Lord who had gone to great lengths to cheat death but in the process, had killed far too many people in his opinion.

"Thank you for having me!" He hastily thanked the people he saw at the entrance, including the butler before fleeing out of the Winters Manor. He didn't forget to cast an invisibility charm on himself before using his newfound powers to run all the way back to his hotel, which was an hour away by car.

He didn't care that he was burning magic at an alarming rate. He didn't care that doing this meant that the Magical Net around London had most certainly registered his presence, threatening his secrecy. He didn't care that this might alert Dumbledore or Voldemort. He didn't care, at all. Period. 

He was free, he took in a deep breath, felt the magic running in his veins, and just…ran. Ran freely, laughing because he knew where he was, he knew the story and he had all the means and power to change the damned world for it.

The Harry Potter– 

His thoughts stuttered to a halt as he skidded to a stop, his shoes smoking a bit, as he thought of the memories. The entire experience, the amount of magic that was pumped into his body during the process had waned off, making him feel a profound sense of exhaustion, deep in his being.

He stumbled and all but collapsed on top of a wall nearby, as he tried to make sense of what his memories, of what Athena told him.

Jean. Red hair, reality warping powers. Telepathy and Telekinesis expert.

"Fuck!" His eyes widened as he hailed a cab and rushed to his hotel. He knew, from his time, that he was not in a mixed up universe but it never hurt to confirm. The world was vast and while the world had come a long way in global information sharing, it was nowhere near the connectivity he was used to, so he might have missed something.

He needed to take a second look, look at the current order of things, make some plans, and remove some people from the board because it would be infinitely better for the world.

Before all of that, however, he needed a nice sleep, hopefully with some ice cream before that, because the exhaustion had begun to set in. The magic-induced euphoria was really something.

He had only read about it, with Archmages born in combat and the ones forcibly created from rituals being the most prone to it but he had never imagined it to be that overbearing. He couldn't even think straight. Hell, he had many questions for Nathaniel but in that moment, all he could think of was burning off all that energy, to run and run and never stop.

Still, that power was really something. He had become even more powerful now. Hell, he ventured that he could give Charles a run for his money in pure magical might and that was saying something. Charles was the oldest known Archmage on the planet right now with a wealth of experience that allowed him to defeat Scott more times than he could count.

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