HP (AU) : Wizard with a Mutation

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London, Magical Britain [1980]

–Scott Winters–

Waking up before his alarm rang, he swiftly checked the spells in his room and after topping them up so they would last the entire day that he would be out, he got to get ready for the Big hearing today, the Wizengamot bill voting was not usually an exciting affair but today's bill was certainly very controversial and there would probably be a queue to enter the gallery, and he most certainly wanted in.

After all, he would have to scope the people he might have to take out in the future and also take some amount of measure of him.

Albus fucking Dumbledore. The man would most certainly be present and he kind of hoped for the man to do something concrete, finally, to make sure that this bill does not pass but from what little intel he could get his hands on, The Dark Faction was coming out swinging this time and while the Ministry leadership, along with Dumbledore himself obviously were against this bill, the nobles that made up the Wizengamot were almost overwhelmingly dark aligned.

The light aligned families used to dominate it but over the past five years, they had all been mostly snuffed out, with only notable lines like Potter, Longbottom, Bones, and Abbott to name a few. The Prewett family had been wiped out, along with many others who opposed the various renditions of the same bill that was brought in the Wizengamot.

The Winters family was not a light aligned family. They were a politically neutral, the grey aligned family, that focused more on their business rather than politics, thus, they were mostly spared the Light vs Dark fight but even their interests would be harmed if the bill came to fruition.

After all, there were smart people in the Grey Faction who would realise that this would only harm their business prospects. After all, the new No-Maj born wizards that came into the Magical Britani were the ones who were the primary source of workforce for the majority of the magical businesses.

He knew, for a fact, that the ICW mandated completely magical staff on hand for sanctuaries that had even a single magical creature, and it took a lot of staff to run a sanctuary, even if it was mostly used to harvest parts from the creatures.

The Greengrass would lose most of their staff if this bill was passed, not because of the workings of the bill, but because it would instantly create a centrally available list of future No-Maj families who can be slaughtered wholesale by the Dark Faction before they stopped foot into the magical world and became low cost labour. Thus, cutting off profits for their business since wizards from noble families, even the ones in poverty, didn't work very hard and couldn't be exploited much.

As he had his breakfast (Omelette), he couldn't help but think of the response to today's bill voting. Even if the Dark Faction did win, he knew, now that Voldemort had decided to become active, he would end up targeting the families that opposed him today, taking that as a slight to his reputation.

That narcissistic asshole. Then again, reaching the level of power that 99.99% of the planet's population would never even get to see, is kind of an achievement worthy of being arrogant over.

Paying the bill for his breakfast, he looked at the time and saw that it was 8:00 in the morning, plenty of time for him to reach Wizenfgamot since the voting was not scheduled to begin until 11:00 AM and that was if all those pompous assholes bothered to show up on time.

The assembly was obligated to make individual announcements for the absence of all active house member seats and then had to wait for an hour after making the announcements, before they could start the vote without the absent people.

The importance of noble seats in law making could not be understated in Britain. It was totally different back in MACUSA and he appreciated the system for it for a while it was inefficient and could fail at times but it was leagues above what Magical Britain had currently.

If, and that is a big if, he had the opportunity to guide some change in the right direction in Britani, he would advise them to look at MACUSA's electoral system and try to integrate that into their processes.

Grabbing a cab, he reached the Leaky Cauldron, and entered Diagon Alley. With a couple of minutes to 9, the Alley was very sparsely populated, with only the shopkeepers present inside the shops and some shops not even open yet, with Gringotts being the exception as all the Gringott banks all around the world closed at exactly 7:00 PM and opened exactly at 7:00 AM, bar none. 

They followed the timetable like it was their religion and in a way, it kind of was their religion. The religion of money.

Knockturn Alley was the same, charmed with a concealment spell, to make the entrance blurry and unpleasant to first time visitors but to the people who knew what they were looking for. It was clear as day to see the sheer amount of Dark Magic coming off of that place.

It was fascinating and shocking that the Ministry had not taken any concrete steps, not towards the existence of the Knockturn Alley, no something like that existed in every country and it was infinitely better to know where it was so it could be at least somewhat regulated, but towards the location of Knockturn Alley.

It should not be right smack dab next to Diagon Alley, easy to see for any person in Diagon Alley who knew of the Shady lane's existence. The Ministry should relocate it someplace else but then again, there was no other place in Magical Britain that would give them the discretion.

He sighed and moved on, trying not to think of all the things that were wrong in this place.

There was an official Floo entrance to the Ministry in Diagon Alley that could be used during emergencies but also during public events that would require a wider, public entrance to the Ministry building.

It was just a Floo terminal, manned by Aurors and a Ministry employee, who took a minimal fee to facilitate the exchange, probably just to recoup the cost of the Floo Powder.

Once inside the Ministry, he shrugged the soot off his coat and saw that the lobby was already filled with people, with heavy Auror presence throughout the lobby, with two people stationed at every entrance and exit, along with some in civilian get up as well.

He could recognise them from a mile away. This was adequate security set up right here.

"State your name and your purpose of visit, please."

"Scott Winters, Gallery for the Bill voting."

The scribe quickly wrote that down and handed him a badge that had his name and his purpose printed on it, "Show this to any auror that asks for it and they will guide you to the right place."

"Thank-" "Next!"

His smile strained as he was interrupted mid greeting by the employee, which was unfair since there was only a single person behind him in line.

He sat on one of the many sofas arranged, which were not comfortable at all. It was only 9:30 now and he realised something.

He was early. Way early, because there were only 6 people in the lobby and the four that had come before him were clearly in a group, mingling with each other, and the one who came after him was a journalist of some sort, with a camera with him, and a Quick Quill floating behind him.

That was a banned item in MACUSA. Not exactly illegal but anything written by a Quick Quill was banned from being published anywhere, so it had quickly fallen out of fashion for its glaring inaccuracies.

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