HP (AU) : Wizard with a Mutation

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London, Magical Britain [1980]

–Scott Winters–

He sighed in relief as he stretched out his joints. As a big boy, as his college mates used to call him, he had trouble fitting in the Economy class seats of the airplane, so getting off the plane and stretching his body was a very enjoyable experience because while magic could do almost anything, it could not increase space, not without creating a pocket space and if he did something like that, on a plane? 

Well, he did want to meet the President of MACUSA but not as a traitor to Wizardkind all around the planet because as much as the No-Majs took their flying machines lightly, wizard kind had long since made rules for such things and the astonishing thing was that these rules were enforced worldwide, making it impossible for any wizard to break these rules and then hope to live in any magically civilized nation.

He knew for a fact that part of the reason why many ICC member civilizations discourage or outright stop wizards from getting proper No-Maj identities is because they wish to stop exposure and also because using No-Maj transportation comes with its own inherent risks, risks that the wizards might try and mitigate using magic, and that would be, in a word, disastrous.

MACUSA, for one, does not do much to stop wizards except throwing a ton of paperwork their way along with regular checks to make sure that the wizards are not abusing magic on No-Majs in the States, because they too realised that the No-Majs simply have much better looking and more importantly, much better looking cities.

Also, the dating pool was much wider and his natural physical characteristics coupled with his confidence meant that he got around a lot in the dating pool. 

"Alright, where we headed?" He looked to the side as John asked him, holding both of their luggage. He figured since the man was asked to babysit him, why not make use of him? Ergo, Magic less luggage lugged around by John.

He looked to the side and whistled, calling a cab, "To Brown's Hotel, please." 

He sat in the cab, with John joining him after he helped the cabby load their luggage, most of which was just cheap stuff so he didn't have to worry about the planes destroying his precious collector's collection or his comic books collection or his rock collection.

Yup, he was a nerd. Certified one.

"So, this Brown's Hotel? Is it any good?" John asked him while he looked out the window like a bloody tourist though his accent made it easy for anyone to point out that he was an American. He had not used his British accent yet, mainly because he was very rusty and wanted to practice a bit before he met his family, distant as they might be.

He deadpanned at John and the cabby spared him from going into a huge tirade about the comparison between the American hospitality industry and the British hospitality industry by laughing at John, "Sir, Brown's Hotel is a posh place, for all the Rich people. Don't you worry, you will get anything you ask for in that castle?"

"Alright, I get it, you are splurging for this trip. Anyway, when are we going to the office? I thought we needed to get that thing done ASAP." John did an admirable job at masking the foreign wizard registration process in Magical Britain, which was mandatory otherwise it was grounds for them to either deport you or imprison you, depending on the country of origin.

"Don't worry about that, my family has a bit of pull there. We can go there tomorrow, once we are well rested." He shrugged and then leaned back on the seat, closing his eyes as he thought of his so called family, whom he had only met once when the Lord of the family had taken his "interview" of sorts, found him lacking, and then shipped his ass off to the States to an elite boarding school, run in part by MACUSA.

The Winters family was a minor noble family, who emigrated to Britain from Norway centuries back. By the time he was born, they were firmly recognised and settled as British nobility. Due to their old ways, the Winters family was a bit of an oddball when it came to nobility in Britain.

Magical Britain had the preconception that nobility should always be prim and proper, not getting their hands dirty, either in their businesses or in their illegal dealings, living with dignity, decorum, and with a stick up their asses.

The Winters family was an antithesis to all of that. They liked to get their hands dirty, in their business, hence the still running Winters fisheries, both in the No-Maj world as well as the Magical world. That meant that the Winters family held significant sway in the No-Maj world, allowing them to buy business, run new businesses as well as interact with the No-Maj world far more than an average Wizard, let alone a noble Wizard who very rarely ventured out into the No-Maj world. He knew that, unlike MACUSA which had representatives from multiple magical enclaves, it was all about the blood in Magical Britain, and hence the nobility had little reason to interact with the lower rung of wizards, let alone the No-Majs which were little more than animals for many nobles.

It was their loss because, unfettered by any noble competition and with a corrupt Ministry more than willing to look the other way, the WInters family quietly built their fortune, both in the No-Maj world as well as the Magical world, by breeding magical species as well as No-Maj species.

They were not a monopoly by any stretch of the imagination but what they earned was more than enough for them, since the family was very small anyway. 

The Winters family were a family of rugged warriors, having inherited their genes from wizards that had to survive in the Wintery Norway, infested with magical Polar bears as well as various other magical animals that constantly threatened their tribes, forcing them to take the perilous journey to Britain.

Those same genes as well as the work ethic remained in the family and the last time he saw the family, the two sons of the Family Head were over 7 feet tall and both of them had to exit their teenage years. The Family Head was even more exaggerated, reaching a mind boggling 8 feet in height along with muscles the size of John's torso. 

They utilised specialised charms to ward away any attention and also had multiple ways to appear much smaller than they actually were. He, if they recognised him anyway, was the runt of the litter, so to speak. He was not adopted, just illegitimate, if the Family Head's words were to be believed by because his mother was the Family Head's sister and she had died giving birth to him.

He was only found because of his name somehow appearing on the Family tapestry, a marvellous piece of soul and blood magic that he still hasn't cracked. It was notoriously hard to get hands on that and there were very few of such things in the States.

"Sleep tight, buddy." he nodded at John as they entered their respective rooms. He had been on autopilot all the time they had been together, thinking of why he had come here and for whom he had come here.

See, he was not just a Hit Wizard, he was the Hit Wizard, the boogeyman of the MACUSA, sent to deal with rogue Black Wizards, punctured animal sanctuaries, and entire rogue native settlements in various parts of the continent, and he succeeded.

EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

So, when news hit the States that some Archmage level Wizard had taken birth in Magical Britain who was wiping out entire lines of families for not agreeing with him, he knew he had to do something.

Not something as in official action, that was off the table because Britain was Dumbledore's turg, as was internationally recognised. Nobody wanted to piss off the Old Archmage, not just because he was strong but also because of his reputation. Taking on the Old Man would mean taking on half of Magical Britain sans the stuffy nobles.

So, no, he was not here in an official capacity and he was also not here to fight Dumbledore's battles for him. No, he was here to make sure that the only remaining family he had in this world did not end up as a footnote in Magical Britain's history.

They had not returned any of his letters so here he was, in London, dreading meeting the same people he had to protect because they were family.

And you should always be there for family.

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