Wizard With a Mutation : Chapter 38

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London, Magical Britain

–Sirius Black– [3rd November, 1980]

His eyes burned with an intense fury and determination as he pushed with all his might. There was a sound of something heavy hitting the ground as he heaved with all his might.

Sitting upright, he panted as he wiped the sweat off his body, turning to the nightmare trainer that was his dear sister Andromeda.

Gulping down yet another bottle of water, “Meda? You sure you wish to be involved in this? You do realise that with dear ol Dad and Grandpa Arcturus dead, I am now Lord Black and will be the final vote on deciding whether you become a member of the Black Family once again.”

He had been burning with rage ever since he woke up, in a remote cabin out in the middle of nowhere, with only Andromeda as company.

He had never really imagined Dumbledore to do something so heinous, like going straight against Centuries Old family succession laws, an issue that would have both the Light as well as Dark oriented families rising up in arms against him.

There was a reason that even the most Dark oriented wizards, save for Voldemort, rarely if ever targeted the children of wizards, especially if they were mere babes incapable of fighting back.

It really served to highlight the fact about how vile and evil Voldemort really was.

A cool crisp voice was accompanied with a sudden swat on his hand as the impact made him topple over, “I really don’t think you understand how little being a part of that family means to me right now. I couldn’t care less about being called Andromeda Tonks. I wear that name with pride.”

He stayed on the ground, too tired to even move as his arms burned with the now familiar burn of pushing metal weights until he could no longer feel his hands. “Really? I thought family meant everything to us Blacks. YOu know, Toujours pUres {Family MOtto of Blacks}”

“If you would use the pea that you have instead of a brain, you will realise that the only living sibling we have left is in Azkaban, sentenced there for life for her crimes and the only reason she is even alive is because she is from the esteemed Black Family.”

His eyes snapped open from their blurry state as his gaze bore into Andromeda’s eyes, “Don’t worry about that. She will not be a member of the Black Family for long, if I have anything to say about it.” Sirius said with a menacing aura coming out of his body.

“I would be more worried about my ability to cast magic if I were you,” And just like that, Andromeda destroyed the steam he had been building up, making him slump on the ground like a noodle as all the energy in his body was sucked out by the damned training regiment and on top of that, after all this back burning exercise, he could not eat his favourite meals or even drink butterbeer.

He had to drink........

He almost heaved as a large glass, filled with some sort of toxic green liquid was pushed in front of his face. His body lit up with energy as he desperately scrambled back in a bid to get away from the evil juice, to no avail.

“No! Get that away from me! Why would you subject me to such torture! You witch!” He exclaimed and then flinched as a stinging hex hit him right in center mass.

“Drink!”

“I don’t wanna!”

“Sirius Orion Black, you will drink the juice or Merlin forbid me, I will…”

“Alright! Alright! Jeez, no need to bring out the full name for such a petty reason..” he mumbled, wincing and gagging as he drank the giant gas that housed a lot more of the vile concoction than he had expected it to.

After a few minutes of even more dramatic gagging, he went up to the bathhouse to freshen up as Andromeda was tasked with cleaning the exercise area. It was a mess with all the weights strewn about but then again, that was what magic was for, to make things simpler for the average wizard.

After a refreshing cold water bath, he was sitting with Andromeda on the porch of this quaint little cabin in the middle of nowhere, sipping on tea. Nudging Andromeda by the shoulder, he asked, “So? How’s life? Any kids yet?”

His eyes widened as he saw her stiffen minutely, “Whoa! You had a kid? Come on, tell me!”

The wide eyes returned to cool placid orbs boring a hole in the landscape in front of them as Andromeda replied, “I have no idea what you are talking about. I wouldn’t trust a thing that came out of your pea sized brain as of now.”

He scoffed and turned to face her fully, tea all but forgotten, “Come on! Just tell me, I won’t tell anyone. Hell, I’ll even reinstate her as a full Black Fami—Ack!”

That was all he could get in before Andromeda glared at him and shoved him off the ledge, making him fall down on his ass.

He looked up and froze at the darkness and sheer determination that suddenly entered Andromeda’s eyes as she pointed her trembling wand at him. “Whoa,” He said as he raised his hands while remaining very still.

“...She. IS. MY. DAUGHTER! I will die before letting her get exposed to the filth of the Black Family, do you understand?” She shouted the last part.

“Crystal! I understand,” He hurriedly nodded and then sighed in relief as Andromeda turned on her heel and apparated out of sight. Damn, talk about an overreaction.

“Figures only I am unable to leave this damned place. Fuck you, Dumbledore!” He said over the sound of nature all around him as he took the two cups of tea and trudged back into the cottage, to get in a couple of hours of sleep before he was back to exercising.

He needed to be in tip top shape when he was formally reintroduced to the world and a Black who was not a magical strong wizard was not Lord Black at all.

“Look at me, talking like my mother always wanted me to,” he shivered in disgust at the mere thought and hurried back into the cabin.

___xx____

MACUSA HQ, Manhattan

–Armin Rothschild—

“Are you sure you wish to expose him to them this early? It could kill him.” He voiced his concerns to President Seraphina, knowing full well that they had no other option. The kid was bullheaded enough that when he found out, he would do something about it anyway.

It would only be a matter of preparation and if they could facilitate the best preparation, they probably should provide it to him.

The President of MACUSA sighed, “No. I do not wish for him to be tangled up with them, and yet, sooner or later, Charles will die and Scott will have to take up the role. Instead of being caught flat footed, I propose we give Scott a year or two before he is shipped to Atlantis for training.  We have our slot of training, we should use it.”

He nodded, “I am just glad that Dumbledore did not get to use his, as there simply is no viable candidate in all of Magical Britani at this point, and it would be an insult to Atlantians to send in an incompetent candidate.”

The President replied in a conflicted tone, “Yes, I suppose you are right.”

He sighed, “Madam President, it was necessary. We cannot hope to fight someone who was trained by Dumbledore from a young age. We simply don’t have the level of talent that he did in terms of teaching and nurturing talent. The operation was a grand success. Not only did we prevent a very talented Archmage from ever reaching Atlantis, we have confirmed reports of Dumbledore now being very sceptical of taking on new students.”

“..Yes, I get your point, Rothschild but I fear that young Scott will not take it lightly to our actions. Also, Dumbledore was an ally, the one who vanquished Grindelwald. Treating him like this, like a pawn, does leave a bad taste in my mouth.”

“I understand, Madam President but if you are worried about Scott, there is but a simple solution to all this. I will take the blame. You can declare the program illegal and then detain me.”

“Armin, what are you–”

“If we can get a wizard on the same level as the Hogwarts Founders, we can get a much better result this time. The deadline of the thousand years that the Founders secured for us, is also fast approaching. Being imprisoned is almost a minor inconvenience in return, if our premier Archmage can retain his trust in the Crown.”

“...We will see about that, Armin. For now, I suppose Scott wishes for an explanation and you are going to give it to him.”

“Yes, Madam President.”

The feed was cut off as he straightened and left the conference room. He had a lot of work to do, before his inevitable imprisonment.

After all, for the Greater Good of MACUSA, what was a little time in a prison, built and maintained by his family? Having all the amenities one could ever need. It would almost be a vacation.