HP (AU) : Wizard with a Mutation

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Manhattan, MACUSA [1980]

–Scott Winters–

He entered the general purpose Sparring ring in the Auror department, clad in his office clothing. It was not like he needed anything else to defeat anyone else in the entire building and yet, he couldn't help but feel frustrated at the fact that even after all this time, all the time he had spent working for MACUSA and for Rothschild in particular, he was not trusted, not for a week long trip to Magical Britain.

"Mr.Winters, I haven't seen you here in a very long time. Don't you have your own fancy sparring ring?" A snarky voice entered his ears as a mop of hair entered his vision and only the hair remained in his vision. Stifling a chuckle, he looked down upon the senior most Auror trainer in MACUSA, Jimmy.

Jimmy was the oldest Auror in the Manhattan department, with accolades from virtually everyone and for everything. The man was clearly very competent and very smart as well, just a little….short.

Short in temper, short in height, and much more. Jimmy was the first person who had approached him for a spar when he had first been introduced as a Hit Wizard to the Manhattan Auror Department with a hidden identity of course, he wasn't as strong as he is now back then. As one could expect, Jimmy was summarily defeated, not because Jimmy was weak but because he was trained to fight wizards much stronger than a Wizard afflicted with Dwarfism, in his 60s.

Apparently, everyone else in the department really respected Jimmy so they never let him lose and he defeated him on the first try. As one could expect, his welcome in the Auror department after that was…less than welcome. Which was perfect because he was looking for a willing sparring partner today.

"I do have a personal sparring ring but not here. Also, I was hoping to let off steam, anyone up for a spar? Standard rules." He addressed the rest of the crowd with his last words, clearly disregarding Jimmy which would further antagonise the crowd, something that worked in his favor at the moment.

Once upon a time, he would have loved to get the validation of these people but now? Now it meant nothing to him, especially since Rothschild just stiffed him, so the Director could deal with a bunch of angry Aurors complaining about someone who was no longer even in the country.

"Alright, big guy, you want a fight, you got it?" he turned around and had to immediately look up as the poster boy for steroid usage somehow came into his vision.

"Wow! You look like you eat raw meat for all your meals and then use steroids to bloat yourself." He couldn't help but comment, taking a step back as he took in all of what he was seeing. While he did make that comment, he could not find any pattern that was consistent with steroid usage plus the department had a strict no drugs or alcohol policy, especially on the job.

"What?" Oh, that was so cute. He could actually see the guy's two brain cells rubbing together to generate some understanding of the situation. Oh well, his rage was gone now but for appearance's sake, he could do a match.

Chuckling, he replied, "Nothing. Come on big guy, let's get in the ring. Oh, Scott Winters by the way," He offered his hand.

"Clark Kent."

His eyebrows rose as he looked deeply at the man, trying to see if he was joking. He looked back at Jimmy who just shrugged in exasperation, "Like, in the comics?" He asked the man incredulously.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"Oh-whoa no on, No problem. No problem at all. Just surprised, that's all. Anyway, let's get in the ring, my man!" He patted the man on the shoulder and headed to the ring which was now empty, presumably because of the earlier debacle.

Clark entered the ring, devoid of his shirt and instead topless with a loose pant below. His eyebrows raised at the quick wandwork. Maybe Mr.Kent was not just muscles then.

"You are so going to regret this, Winters." Jimmy hollered from the ground, "Clark here was sent here as reinforcement for an upcoming event. He was groomed to become the personal bodyguard of Seraphina Picquery herself,"

Well, wasn't that a surprise? Someone capable of being the President's bodyguard being sent here just as security for some event? He was sure that there was something else going on behind the scenes or Jimmy simply wasn't privy to the information, which would be rare but not unheard of. Either way, he was not going to be in the States for that so not his problem.

"Ready?" he nodded at the unofficial referee who was not Jimmy as a small handkerchief was tossed in the air. The second it hits the ground, the spar would begin. Standard rules mean no intentional torturing, no severe injuries, no broken bones, no use of Unforgivables, and most of all, participants can declare surrender at any point and the other one has to agree to that.

Violation of any of these rules can and has resulted in an infraction or a memo or outright ousting from the Ministry itself for severely injuring another Government employee, depending on the extent of the injury and the disobedience observed from the employee. All in all, quite fair rules for a safe spar, which was fine with him, even if his normal spars with his teachers did not start like that and it definitely was not like that when he was sent to hunt down Dark Wizards in all of America when he was deemed "Sufficient trained".

Spoiler alert, he was not.

"Ready." "Ready."

The second the handkerchief touched the ground, he jumped from his spot, a dozen feet up in the air. He could see the red outline of the stunning spell on the spot he was previously standing on.

Man, what a fast caster. He could see, in slow motion, as Clark looked up, his wand already moving up before his gaze could keep up. It was another one of the nifty tune ups given to his body, allowing him to go into thinker mode for a moment, his body operating at normal speeds but his brain becoming much faster in data processing, creating this slow motion vision.

By the time his brain caught up, both of their wands were pointed at each other, with him in the air, subtle bursts of air from his feet keeping him aloft in the air for a limited period of time, as he cast a piercing hex along with a levitation charm.

As expected, Clark dodged everything while retaliating with yet another shield piercing-stunner combo but unfortunately for him, he was no longer in the same position. He cut off the flow of the magic keeping him up and dropped down rapidly, letting gravity do its job as his eyes gleamed because of the magical feedback he received.

His wand was still pointed at the spot where his previous chain cast had impacted, something that no doubt confused Clark.

He dropped down once more, letting the spells fly over his head, and then had to lean to the side as Clark predicted his tactic of falling down in a controlled manner to evade his spells. After that, he simply let the spell go and dropped to the ground, immediately ducking as yet another chain cast of spells designed to break through shields and immediately knock someone out passed over his head.

Smiling at Clark, he took his hand and stabbed it into the ground. Clark, anticipating that something was happening, cast a Protego charm which actually became visible as a blue medieval shield with hexagonal patterns on it. He mentally noted that particular variant as something he had only seen in the Eminence Aurors, top Aurors who had trained him for a while before releasing him to the world of hunting.

'To teach someone that spell, this Clark must be some serious combatant.' he thought to himself as the sparring ring itself rippled lightly before a shockwave rocked both of them, travelling into the surrounding ground as well, judging by the gasps and groans around him.

Locking eyes with Clark, he said, "Watch this!" 

The Wand stabbed into the ground, he mentally cast the spell for—

"Winters! What the hell is happening here?!"

"Aah!" He groaned as he stood up, cancelling the spell. It would have been totally awesome to finally cast it in a public setting but nooo, Director Spoilsport had to arrive at the exact same moment he was about to win.

Clark recognised the voice as well as he stood upright, cancelling the shield spell. They both looked at the incensed DIrector, who was practically red faced by now.

"Kent! I haven't authorised any activity for you. You know that anything you do has to go through me first. And you!"

He noted that piece of information before raising an eyebrow at Rothschild, signalling him to get it over with.

"Don't you have a flight to catch? Get out of my face!" He practically shouted.

Oh yes, he did have a flight, didn't he?

With a light spell, a burst of shockwave at his feet had him soaring over everyone, even the Director whose vein should finally burst at his stunt, before he landed right in front of the double door entrance.

Turning around, he cheekily waved at everyone who was looking at him with shock, "Bye!"

Ah, that was fun.

He ran around the corner and came face to face with John who was holding onto a small backpack that was filled to the brim and a ticket in his other hand.

"Hey! Where were you running to? Anyways, have you seen the Director?"

He made a face at that, "Uh, no. Anyway, I will be in the car, see you there!" Saying so, he ran away, laughing at the fact that the Director will be pissed off.

Serves him right for trying to saddle him with a babysitter. He was perfectly capable of defending himself.

It was not John who had saved a pride of Sphinx from Dark Wizards who were trying to create a truth serum by breeding them in an illegal facility. 

'No, it was ME.'

He spotted his old tiny car and entered it, starting the ignition with nary a sound from the engine. It was more silent than some of the luxury cars, courtesy of silencing charms and vibration absorption charms.

Sometimes, little magic introduced on muggle items can create something that is the best of both worlds.

Cheap car + Magic = Luxury feeling drive.

VOILA!

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