HP (AU) : Wizard with a Mutation

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Brown's Hotel, London, Magical Britain [1980]

–Scott Winters–

"Yes, he will be back in a bit, and make sure to put the food and drinks tab on his room. I'm sure he will understand."

"Sure, sir."

Flashing a quick smile at the receptionist, he turned and entered the elevator to get to his room. While it was not the most expensive or flashy room in the hotel, no, that would be the presidential suite, his room was more than roomy enough with space for everything he might need to do, including work.

Putting on the Do Not Disturb tag on the door, he cast the locking charms, as well as the anti surveillance charms on the room before cracking his knuckles and getting to work.

Sitting cross legged on his bed, he let himself dive into his mind, his mind shielded by a giant glowing red shield. It only looked like a shield but upon closer look, it was more along the lines of innumerable laser lines criss-crossing across his mind, creating an almost impenetrable barrier.

He had yet to meet anyone who could make him feel the attack on his mind. He was the natural counter to any legilimens in the world, it helped a lot as a spy because his mind could literally not be branched. No mind magic worked on him, be it ritual powered, wand magic, or even Arcane magic left behind in the ruins back in the States. 

Who knew that manifesting his ability which had the power to block and break through all magic, could help make his mind impenetrable?

He sighed as he phased through the giant red sphere. He was immune to it obviously but anyone else would find their minds shredded by the sheer force behind his lasers. 

After crossing the sphere, he came across a picturesque landscape, with trees, grass, a small river, mountains, and the sun. It was the same picture that little him drew whenever he was instructed to draw a landscape, from his boarding school days.

Ah, those were the days!

Opening his eyes, he looked at the sun, the red sun. He imagined that sun to be the source of his otherworldly powers, otherwise what else could they be? The ability to break through any and all magic. Runes, enchantments, spells, unforgivables, even Obscurus were broken through using his magic, allowing the States to remain trouble free for over three years at this point, courtesy of him. 

The sun worked as, even in the material world, the Sun was THE source of energy in the world. The sun grew larger in the backdrop as he grew proficient in the use of the Kinetic Lasers, as he had taken to call them after reading about them in a MACUSA report.

The Lasers were something that he could call upon from any point in his body, and unleash them to various effects. They still drained his magic and as expected, were very much heavy on his stamina. The odd thing about his magic was that they looked like lasers but they did not burn through everything.

No, they punched through everything. After extensive study in MACUSA, they realised that his lasers were full of kinetic energy, allowing him to use the lasers to push matter. It allowed his lasers to act like a bullet for example. Extreme and sudden application of his lasers did heat the target but that was more because of the sudden conversion of all that kinetic energy into heat.

He didn't know how the people at MACUSA were going to handle things from now but that was not his main focus for now. Plus, they were doing just fine before he came along, even though the Internal Security department was a tad bit more stretched than they were comfortable.

Looking at the sun, he sighed once more. For the past three months, he had no growth in the Sun, or more accurately, in his energy. He could feel it, the sun refused to grow any larger and he might have been content with that power level in the States since there were barely any people who knew about him and what he could do, reducing any chances of vulnerability.

In London though, with Dumbledore and the other mystery ArchMage around, he needed all the power he could get. He had no contacts in the ministry, who could help him anyway, and even if he did know anyone, their first choice would be to report to Dumbledore rather than to him, a Foreigner in all but blood.

Getting out of his mindscape, he got up from the bed and removed a letterhead. He had that letter to the President to write, explaining why he would remain in London for the foreseeable future.

He had to protect the WInters Family from harm, no matter what.

_____xx____

Winter Family Manor

–Nathaniel Winters–

He read the reports disseminated by the ministry employees in the Auror department, to all the nobles. In theory, it was supposed to be a secret and completely classified, considering the nature of the incident but the Ministry was riddled with so many holes and leaks that it would be impossible for it to be plugged in his lifetime.

Case in point, the Auror Department had an unofficial service where they would leak the reports to an assortment of Noble families, be it Light, Grey, or Dark oriented families, it mattered not.

"That idiot." He muttered to himself, in his office as he read through the report, depicting the death, injuries sustained, and even who were killed. It was hard not to see all the names with the big Surnames. All of them related to Dark Families, all of them probably belonging to that shadow organisation backed by the Malfoys and even the Blacks, to a certain extent.

He couldn't believe Arcturus would do this, even as his own family had been reduced to such a small number.

"Tweety?" He had to contain this and also, see if he could not get in touch with MACUSA, to make sure that his nephew was deported back to the States as soon as possible. It was…hard, to think of his nephew. 

That brought back bad memories, of his half-brother and his wife, laughing happily with him and his wife, in London. His face dimmed as he thought of what had happened, resulting in only him being left alive, with an arranged marriage wife, his brother gone and only Scott left as a reminder, a very painful reminder.

He knew it was cowardice and yet, he could not face Scott, so he sent him away, to the States. They still had some of their contacts and his family was a minor stakeholder in a muggle boarding school. So, he set things up to make sure that Scott grew up with friends but was also watched over by AMCUSA contacts.

Who would have known that Scott would inherit…that woman's power? His eyes flashed with fury as he thought of the accursed woman, the one who brought ruin on him and his family, only leaving him alive, behind, alone in this world.

"Honey, dinner's ready!" Martha, his wife, her voice reached him through the doos.

"In a minute!" He yelled back as he set the letter down. He would have to deal with it tomorrow. They also had an important vote in Wizengamot tomorrow so he would go to the MACUSA consulate on his way there anyway.

Closing the doors to his office, and locking them with his magic, he tried to ignore the pang of sadness in his chest as he thought of his brother, and how ashamed his brother would be of him, for sending his son away.

Sighing, he resolved to deport Scott back to the States, irrespective of his reasons to be here, and once he was ready, once his eldest took over his position, he would visit Scott and tell him the truth.

The truth of his birth, of his accursed mother, and about his accursed powers. After all, he had seen his mother use similar powers to wreak havoc on anything that even dared come close to the Winters family.

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