HP (AU) : Wizard with a Mutation

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Manhattan, MACUSA [1980]

–Scott Winters–

"Are you sure you want to go right now?" He could still hear the question asked by his handler because yes he did have a handler because he was a bit of a special case, in all of MACUSA.

He nodded, hefting his bag before common sense kicked in and he used his handy dandy wandless magic to lift it behind him, "Yes, I have to go. They are the last remaining family I have in this world. However distant they might have been, Uncle Frank did fund my education to the last pound."

His handler, John, an unassuming looking man nodded back at him, knowing that if he decided on something, he would see it through, despite all the obstacles. That was what allowed him to undergo downright brutal training for the past two years that turned him from an admittedly middling Wizard into a Hit Wizard capable of duking it out with the strongest Auror Hit squad of MACUSA and coming out on top, something that no other wizard in MACUSA was capable of, as far as the public knowledge went.

He just knew that there were at least two or three people hiding much stronger than anyone he had ever met. MACUSA would not be so easy going with him and they would most certainly not go as far as training him with their best if they didn't have someone who could control him.

Sure, he was a naturalized citizen but they knew that he still had family back in Britain, which could compromise him but so far, they had treated him with nothing but respect with only a vague promise of defending the country if required.

John sighed, held the door open for him to get out of his apartment, MACUSA provided of course, "Alright. But you have to meet with the Director before you leave."

His face twisted in a grimace at the thought of meeting the prickly dictato–Ahem, director before he left. No matter what John said, he definitely did not whine, "Do I have to?"

John took pleasure in his suffering as he took the heavy suitcase, plucking it out of thin air. Chuckling, John replied, "Yes, definitely. Now, let's go. We are going to pass through the No-Maj area, wouldn't want anything to go wrong."

Rolling his eyes, he slapped John on his shoulder and went forward, "Oh, please. You do realise that I have lived here all my life and not a single incident has occurred."

He could hear John shuffling behind him, dragging the heavy ass suitcase, the same tattered one he had bought with his very first income, which was very heavy even for someone well built like him, let alone John who was the equivalent of an 'HR with Minor Police Training' so it was inevitable that John would mutter in frustration, "What is this filled with, fucking rocks?"

He smiled at that, putting his hands behind his head, whistling jauntily, as he usually did in these halls, especially since he had lived here for the better part of a decade, "Come on. Keep up, old Man."

He heard curses behind him as he sensed the telltale signs of magic being used behind him, even though the burst of magic was very negligible since John probably only used a levitation charm. Serves John right for forcing him to meet Director Rothschild.

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"You know you're mean." He smiled as he drove to their HQ, John sitting beside him, with a heavy bag on his lap since the rest of his tiny car was filled with stuff that he had to take back to Britain. His car was already positively tiny and since he was travelling by a flight, he had not shrunken down anything, resulting in a spillover of his stuff into the front seat, right into John's lap, something that gave him no small amount of joy.

....

...

"Mr.Winters," He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood in front of the Director. The Director who had to be wrangled into managing him because no other person was willing to take on him, given his odd powers and the spotlight that had shown on him when he first approached the Auror department with a new Bloodline power.

"Yes, Director."

"You do realise that you are creating a minor stir in the chain of command by going to foreign lands?"

"Sir, with all due respect, I am only travelling because I have to. Personal commitments, I am afraid."

"Yes, yes. I am well aware of your personal reasons. While I would have loved nothing more than to keep you here simply because of your propensity for escalation."

This time, he did roll his eyes, "Come on, it was one time and the man–no–rapist, survived."

If anything, the glare became even more pointed, "Mr.Winters, do I have to remind you that the man is now nothing more than a vegetable?"

"...but Alive."

Director Rothschild sighed and removed his glasses, "Scott, look, I know you have to go and with the recent events in Britain, I can't in good conscience stop you. It's just that *sigh* the situation there means that there is a chance that you might encounter one of those two people, and that is the last thing we want, are we clear?"

He nodded, his voice uncharacteristically serious, "Yes, sir. I am aware of what is going on and I can assure you that the only reason I will act is if my life is in danger or if an innocent person is in danger. You have my word for that."

THe only response he received was an even deeper sigh, "Why did I expect anything else? John?"

"Uh, Yes, sir?" John hastily stepped forward, almost saluting but stopping at the last minute. The Director was known to be a hardass in the entire building and being the person who had to not only run the New York State division but also coordinate everything so that the HQ of MACUSA remains standing and not in rubble, like the last 4 headquarters they had to abandon, Director Rothschild had to be hardass on everyone, just so things can work, however barely.

"You are going with Winters."

He bristled at that, that was not what was agreed upon.

"B-but sir, I don't think Winters wants me to–"

"Agent John Smith, did I stutter?"

"No sir."

"Good, you can leave. I think Mr.Winters here has a flight to catch. Get yours arranged with 

Jenny."

They were both dismissed as he stiffly walked out of the Director's office.

"Look, Scott, you have to know that–"

"Meet me in the Parking Lot."

He stormed out of the office, everyone getting out of his way. His temper was already legendary as was his audacity simply because he wasn't afraid of butting heads with every single person of authority he could find.

He had a problem with people in authority, especially those who didn't do their jobs, simply sitting on the chair and letting atrocities happen.

It was no wonder that the Director didn't let him go alone.

After all, he was going to meet Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A person with too many positions and accolades to count and yet, the most amount of deaths on his hands, that too borne out of inaction.

His lips curled in disgust as he headed to the sparring ring, to blow off some steam before he left for the Airport. It would take time for John to make his arrangements and they still had about 6 hours till his flight. MACUSA had a direct tunnel to the airport along with an Apparition zone hidden in a rented store, so they didn't have to worry about traffic much, especially since they were now going to travel on official business.

Well, John was but that gave them access to Bureau resources.

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