HP (AU) : Wizard with a Mutation

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Conference Room, Ministry of Magic, Magical Britain [1980]

–Albus 'Too many names to type' Dumbledore–

"According to what limited eye testimonies we have, it was all the work of a single man. They were using an advanced version of the Disillusionment charm, making them quite blurry but what I can tell you is that they are male, reasonably young, and of above average height." He nodded along, as the lead analytical member of the Auror team delivered his report.

"We have 17 confirmed casualties and 1 person severely injured. Last I heard, the severely injured person was up due to an emergency authorization of forced awakening to get their memories before they die. Their identities…"

"Moving on…" One of the Aurors said sharply, reminding the presenter of something, causing the presenter to move on. He sighed internally at that. It would seem that Tom's network has gone far too deep. He knew that most of them were just members of noble families openly casting the Unforgivable curse in the middle of Diagon Alley, something they would not be able to come back from, no matter what defense was presented in the Wizengamot.

"...Y-yes, moving on, we will have the memories of the event soon enough but before that, I can confidently say that they were using some sort of spell that allowed them to generate an immense amount of kinetic as well as heat that punched through the wizards as well as cauterised their wounds, leading to…that," The presenter pointed to a series of reports on the tables. He absentmindedly picked it up and read through it, pausing a bit to see the images. 

He had seen much worse during his travels but the rest of the room was a little more green, especially the Minister who turned green almost immediately.

"Christ!"

Christ indeed. Apparently, six of the 17 confirmed deaths had been caused by the exact spell. He hadn't seen or even heard of a spell with such effects, which was rare for him. He might have to ask around a bit, see if some new spell had emerged out of the woodworks.

He turned his head as the door opened as an Unspeakable indeed the room, holding on to a tray that held a large bowl and multiple vials that held silvery memories alongside it.

That was the ministry pensive, the largest one that Magical Britain had on record, not in size but in the capacity to use. This pensive could be used by 4 people at once to view the memories.

"These are the memories extracted from one Reginald Mulciber—" There was a sharp intake of breaths in the room as the identity of the noble torturing people was revealed. The unspeakable ignored the reactions as well as the anger of some of the wizards in the room as he continued, "---before he died due to his injuries. According to his own testimony, these are all the memories he has of their attacker. Please, Go on." 

It was good that the Minister enlisted the help of the Unspeakables for this, who immediately fired it up the chain that Reginald was dying and would be of no help even if he awoke. So, the Minister gave the rapid authorisation to force feed him two things, the composition of which even he didn't know. A way to awaken him from his coma and also to make him more compliant to provide the memories. The only reason something that like was allowed to exist was because it could only be used when the wizard's body was shutting down naturally, meaning they were on Death's door, something that even Phoenix's tears struggled to heal.

If the person on Death's door was aged or with a weak body, they would die no matter how many Phoenix tears are used but if the user was young and healthy, they could survive with a couple of tears as well.

The unspeakable then gestured for them to view all the memories. Normally, they would just view it from the upside, allowing all of them to look at it once but this resulted in a far deeper investigation than normal so it was advised for all of them to get the perspective required, just in case they missed something.

He was from the first wave to see the memories. Diving into the pensive, his vision returned as he saw himself from the perspective of one Reginald Mulciber. He remembered the child that he was before he entered Slytherin and by the time he graduated, he was practically unrecognisable from his past innocent self.

He saw Reginald keeping watch over the entrance of Diagon Alley, even as multiple screams and spell explosions kept entering his senses. He heard people screaming and yet, Reginald didn't move, even as most of the people entered the stores that would take them.

Then, with no sound whatsoever, Reginald's vision blacked out. He felt the telltale sign of the next memory being automatically slotted in with Reginald's eyes opening. The view was slanted since Reginald was on the ground.

They saw Reginald heading towards the sound, which was of people screaming in fear and pain. Only this time, it was exactly as he feared it to be.

Three people were lying on the ground, with their masks on, with multiple holes in their torso and bodies though they were bleeding out so it was probably not the work of that spell. 

Reginald moved ahead, where the telltale signs of a spell battle was heard. What Reginald saw shook him so much that he staggered back. 

Even for a split second that the person was visible, they all saw him. It was one person, as expected but he was all but invisible, only visible because of all the blood spattered on them. Blood no doubt of his enemies.

Reginal's wand entered his vision, very shakily.

His eyes widened as he saw the person casting spell chains expected from top ICC combatants as he effortlessly killed all his opposition. There was an efficiency in his movement that could only come from training specifically meant for killing someone.

No country in the world trained their Aurors to kill people so efficiently. The man had clearly also decided that all of them were going to die because there was no hesitation at all.

'There!' He thought to himself as a red light shone in the middle of the battle, creating streams of energy that punched through the wizards, leaving behind holes that didn't bleed.

Reginald shrieked in fear as he stepped back multiple steps, seeing the dead body of that wizard topple over. The rest began fighting back in a desperate frenzy, casting any and all manner of Dark spells coupled with the Unforgivables sprinkled in.

The fight didn't last over a minute as the man effortlessly dismantled everyone in sight, leaving behind six dead wizards. Reginald, as if finally gathering his courage or as if knowing that he was next, cast the Killing Curse.

All of them watched the wand glow green before the spell was flung in the direction of the human covered in blood. The man was stationary. His interest peaked, he watched the spell fly in almost slow motion towards the man, only for him to raise his wand towards the spell and let loose the same stream of red energy.

The red energy clashed with the Killing curse, dispelled it, and then went on to punch a hole in Reginald's chest.

That was all they saw before they were ejected out of the pensive.

"Holy shit!" He excused the use of the curse in the Ministry building because the situation was aptly described.

Not only was the wizard willing to kill, he was supremely capable of doing it, very efficiently even. He had excellent spatial awareness along with a mastery of spell chains. 

That new spell gave him pause as it allowed the wizard to somehow counter the Killing Curse without using a physical object as a stopgap. That was revolutionary and yet, this was the first time he was hearing of this.

There must be something he was missing.

He looked to the side as Bagnold sighed in relief at someth–Ah, that's why. The emergency authorisation of forced memory collection could be used in times of emergency by the Minister but then they also had to justify it to the Wizengamot later on. Those memories they just saw, in them, Reginald was not only a part of a terrorist group but also someone who definitely cast the Killing Curse, one of the Unforgivables.

That helped the Minister's position immensely and with his testimony, she would be fine.

"Albus, we need to talk." Moody's serious voice raised alarm bells in his head.

Maintaining the same expression, he nodded, "Ofcourse Alastor."

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