Wizard with a Mutation : Chapter 29 : Sirius Siriusly caught!

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US Consulate, Magical Britain [1st November, 1980]

–Scott Winters–

"So, this is in response to something that MACUSA detected but was never able to confirm?" He asked Rothschild who looked as if he had swallowed a lemon when he was being cursed by someone who was decades junior to him.

"Yes." The man replied, with his shoulders slumped as he leaned back into his chair, "30 years ago, one of the many types of research we had on hand made something that was poised to revolutionise warding, enchantment, artifact making, and more. It was a tool designed to search for magic to the lowest degree, something that would help us pinpoint not just the magnitude of magic but also the type of magic used."

"So, what? You guys felt something very strong in Magical Britani and decided that destroying the entire society was the only answer?" He asked once again because the whole thing felt surreal to him. It was not something he could foresee the calm and level headed President Seraphina approving something like this.

"No! You don't understand. It was not just because of that. We found something else, something that changed our understanding of magic as we knew it. Look, this is all too classified to be discussed with you and more importantly, over long distance."

He barely kept himself from exploding at the man, "Okay, what do you want me to do then? I am not leaving right away if that is what you want."

"What? Why not? YOu said that you were worried for your family and the single biggest threat to your family is now gone, so why would you stay there for longer?" He detected a hint of concern and fear in Rothschild, which had to be manufactured because an old monster like the Director could not make a mistake as juvenile as letting his emotions spill out, especially since he was on the weaker side.

Plus, the fear and concern was not for Scott Winters, no, it was probably just for MACUSA and what it would mean for them. Fortunately, for them, he had no plans to leave the States. 

HE sighed and stumbled back into the comfortable chair that was behind him, "If you are worried about me leaving MACUSA, don't be. I am a man of my word and I have promised atleast 15 more years of service to Madam President. As for coming back, I still have some unresolved stuff. I should be back soon but this? I knew you were willing to go low to reach your goals but this is beneath even you."

"You don't understand, Winters. Unless you know the whole truth, you can't go around judging me. Do you even understand that Agent Denkins will undergo a thorough memory erasure process that will wipe out decades of his life from his memory?"

He leaned forward, "What? Are you kidding me? After the man did who knows what for you, you are going to force him–"

"Force him? No, Winters, he has volunteered for that. He wishes for his memories to be erased."

That took the wind out of his sails.

"Look, just come back and then I can finally explain how the world really works, to you."

"Fine." He bit out and stormed out of the room, his already heavy thoughts being bogged down by this new mystery.

Tom was gone, atleast temporarily, if his memories were to be trusted. Harry Potter, embroidered in a prophecy at such a young age, would now go on to grow up with people who hated his guts and wanted nothing to do with him.

As the titular protagonist, Harry's life will not be simple, the books clearly focused on that, and yet, this was not the world of Harry Potter himself. This was a complete world with entire countries and billions of people with their own plots. His own existence was a complete anomaly that threw the entire planet into disarray, let alone the many significant actions he took ever since he grew strong enough.

Coming out of the US consulate, he went to the alley designed to facilitate apparition and rolled on the spot, appearing in his hotel room, where he freshened up, changed his clothes into something more appropriate, and turned on the spot again, appearing in a corner in Gordic's Hollow.

It was fortunate that he had spent a day roaming around the city and memorising important locations, and Gordric's Hollow, a mixed dwelling was one such important place, even before he regained his memories from before.

It was evening by the time he was able to get away from the Consulate and apparently, things had already been underway by this time. There were not many people in the place, even fewer wizards going by his senses. He began walking towards the area with the old wizard energy signature he was able to sense.

They were clearly not trained or powerful enough since the signature was quite weak. It was actually quite the opposite in wizards. The older and the more active a wizard was, even in their later years, the more powerful they became, not just with their spells, but also with their physique.

Magic was odd like that. The older one became, the stronger their soul became, and as such, their magic carrying and casting capacity increased proportionally. More magic nourished the physique as well, which is why most wizards did not get sick, at all, from normal viruses that is. There were still some magical diseases and unfortunately, most of them did not have any cures, such was the backward condition of the Wizarding World.

Most of the countries that were a member of the ICW, were focused more on their internal matters, with blood purity and generational wealth being the main matters. Research and Development was not a concept at all, with only MACUSA, as far as his knowledge went, at least promoting more innovation in the sector.

Magical Britain actually stifled innovation as it went against the Ministry's objective to exert control as innovation required branching out and branching out inevitably led to the No-Maj world.

Turning the corner, he finally came across the street with the old magical presence, and his eyes widened minutely before he controlled himself as he saw the Potter Manor or what was left of it.

The magic surrounding it….He gulped as he felt the sheer strength behind that barrier. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in his life and he had been in two ruined dungeons before this.

So, that's Dumbledore's strength. No wonder everyone back home thinks of him as the Boogeyman, he thought to himself as he gingerly began walking towards the house, keeping his senses peeled just in case an Auror was ready to ambush him.

According to the books, the Ministry just took over the place and turned it into a national monument without Harry's knowledge. So, they might have instructed Dumbledore to cast the barrier but it felt unlikely.

Something else must have prompted Dumbledore to do so, especially to cast something so powerful. He wagered that not even the strongest Death Eaters who were not Archmages, would breach the barrier.

He stood quite a distance away as it was now within his sensory range. Yet, try as he might, he was unable to sense anything within the barrier. It was just so dense that all he could focus on was the barrier, nothing from within could be sensed.

Sighing, he turned around, ready to move on to his next location. He had to meet his Uncle. He had questions before Voldemort died and then those questions seemed kind of less relevant but since he could not barge into the DMLE and demand they explain stuff to him, getting some answers from the Winters Family Lord was the next best thing.

He might just have to return to the States soon because he would not get any answers if he asked them as the nephew of a minor Noble family.

No, the question would have weight when he asked the question as the next Premier Archmage of MACUSA.

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Hogwarts [2nd November, 1980]

–Albus Dumbledore—

He was in his office, deep into ancient tomes he had collected over the years, trying to figure out exactly what spell Lili used to banish Tom from his mortal body. That was a feat he was not confident in repeating using conventional magic.

She sacrificed her life but the spell was much stronger than it should have been, had it just been powered by willing magical sacrifices, even if he counted James' sacrifice.

No, it had something else in it. The prophecy came to mind. 

The power he knew not.

What could that power be? 

He looked up as he sensed Minerva, in quite a hurry barging into his office.

"Minerv–"

"Albus! It's Sirius! Sirius has been arrested!"

He stood up immediately and with agility belying his age, reached the Floo fireplace.

"Where?!" He thundered, seeing her frozen at the entrance.

"T-The Ministry. The DMLE caught—" That was all he heard before he dived into the Floo, ready to get some much-needed answers from the secret keeper of the Fidelius charm, the one person who had not been seen since Tom died.

He had his suspicions but he hoped to the Founders that he was wrong. Oh, how he wished to be wrong.

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