"What is so special about a mere fugitive that it’s drawn the attention of a Speaker, if you don't mind me asking?"
Rufus Scrimgeour was the first to speak after Maverick had explained the reason for their gathering. Beside him, Bones and Shacklebolt appeared to be thinking the same thing, glancing curiously in Maverick’s direction.
"I'm glad you asked," Maverick replied. "But...
Over the next two weeks, Maverick remained at Hogwarts, making no evening departures for outside matters.
Classes went on as usual, and aside from the dreadful creatures still flying about the school, a sense of calm settled over the castle.
That was, until the third weekend.
The trials to select the school’s All-Star team had been progressing smoothly under the supervision o...
If looks could kill, Peter would have been dead a hundred times by now. Seeing that the two he once called best friends hadn’t believed a word of his lies, he could only wail, counting the seconds.
“No… no—please!” Snot oozed down his rat mouth like a broken pipe, mixing with the spit and tears as he blubbered for mercy. “My friends… please, it’s me… it’s Peter!”
“There were witnesses who claimed they saw you die, Peter…” Lupin said, not knowing what to feel. “A whole street full of them…”
His emotions were in complete turmoil. Yes, Sirius had told him a completely different story from the one that everybody knew about that day. And even though it sounded much more believable, and logical in every sense, he still hadn’t been able to...
"There’s no need to be so nervous, Remus," Maverick said with a faint smile, noting how tense the man looked. "I just want to ask a couple of questions on a certain matter... nothing too heavy."
Despite the worn, patchy robes he still wore, Maverick could see that Lupin’s complexion had improved considerably since two weeks ago. At the very least, he no longer looked like someone uns...
The next morning, with the sun just starting to rise behind a curtain of gloomy clouds and a cool breeze drifting through the castle halls, Maverick left his office and made his way toward the Great Hall for breakfast, feeling rather pleased with himself.
It had been a very successful evening, all things considered. Even managed to make it back in time for today’s classes and still squ...
London was draped in its usual moody grey, the kind that made everything seem a little sleepier than it really was this time of year. A thin mist clung to the rooftops, and a breeze drifted through the streets—not quite cold, but just brisk enough to suggest that summer had packed up and was ready to leave.
And hundreds of metres above the city, flickers of orange light suddenly began ...
The start of every academic year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was usually full of life and excitement. This year, however, the presence of Dementors patrolling the outer grounds changed everything, casting a heavy gloom over the castle.
It was late afternoon, and if this had been any other year, the castle grounds would have been scattered with students gathered in cheer...
Every year, Hogwarts enrolls an average of a hundred or so students, and this year was no exception. As Maverick went through the roster of this year’s 107 new freshman, he noticed a name that piqued his interest.
Astoria Greengrass—the younger sister of Daphne Greengrass. He had seen this little witch a few times during his visits to the Greengrass manor, but at the time, he hadn’...
"Welcome, everyone, to a new year at Hogwarts! I have a few words to share with you... one of them rather important... so I thought it best to say it now, before you're all distracted by the delicious feast before you."
Dumbledore cleared his throat and went on, "as many of you will already know from the search on the Hogwarts Express, several Dementors have been stationed at the school ...
The start-of-term feast was just minutes away, and the Great Hall hummed with quiet anticipation. Floating candles glowed softly overhead, their warm light dancing across the polished golden plates set neatly on the long house tables. Everything was in place, and all that remained was for the students to arrive and bring the hall back to life.
At the high table, Maverick settled in among...
"Might I have a word, Professor... in my office."
The sun hung low behind a blanket of thick grey clouds, casting the castle grounds in a soft, dull light. Shadows stretched long over the stone walls, and the air carried the crisp dampness of a late afternoon threatening rain.
Maverick had just appeared above Hogwarts and was descending toward the tower that housed his office when...
There were two reasons why Maverick had chosen to travel to Hogwarts via the Express today. First, he wanted to see whether events would truly unfold as they had in the original story. And second—because Jean was on board.
He would make absolutely sure nothing happened to her. If she lost control, there was no telling what the consequences might be, and Maverick wasn’t about to leave...
The Hogwarts Express let out a loud hiss, followed by a long whistle, and began its journey with a heavy lurch, its wheels clacking into a steady rhythm as it pulled away from the station.
Inside the train, faces pressed up against the glass as windows flew open with a rattle of old frames and creaky hinges. Little hands waved out eagerly—some with big smiles, others, mostly the first-...
September 1st, 1993
The morning sky over London was a cool grey, brushed with streaks of pale gold where the sun had begun to break through the clouds. A light breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves and chimney smoke, brushing gently against coats and jackets as people walked along the streets.
Cars moved steadily through the narrow roads, buses hissed to a stop beside crowded ...
Time passed, and soon the remaining weeks of the summer holidays were drawing to a close.
True to his word, Maverick crafted a disguise much like the ones he had made for the Stark couple, with some added features to conceal the magical signature. It wasn’t difficult—after all, the alchemical technology wasn’t new. Most ancient family rings had the ability to hide a wizard’s magi...
Screeeech!
The terrifying, twisted, inhuman scream tore through the silence like something dragged from the depths of hell, reverberating through the Mirror Dimension and warping the space around like ripples through glass.
Clink… ting… ting… clink…
The locket twisted and thrashed on the ground, rattling loudly as pitch-black flames coiled around it. The fire moved ...
Islington, London
Not far from a quiet row of Georgian-style townhouses, three figures suddenly appeared in midair, about a hundred meters above the ground. And in that same instant, a magical construct shimmered into existence beneath their feet, catching them as they landed smoothly in perfect balance.
This was supposedly the site of the Black family’s primary residence—know...
London — inside a seemingly ordinary two-storey house in the eastern suburbs.
Bright white light spilled from the ceiling fixtures, illuminating a modest room with pale walls and a white tiled floor. There were no windows. Only two doors—one appeared to lead out, the other, with frosted glass, likely to a bathroom.
Basic furniture filled the room. A narrow wardrobe stood again...
Maverick wasn’t just listening—throughout the entire conversation, he had also been skimming the broken man’s surface thoughts and quietly reading his emotions with his Magical Sense as well.
Sure, he remembered how the events had played out in the original story… but at the end of the day, that was still just a story.
Reality—especially in a universe as much of a chaot...
“Why don’t you start by telling me what really happened that day... when you, 'apparently,' blew up half a Muggle block and took a dozen lives in the process?”
That... day?
Sirius Black blinked, a little taken aback by the unexpected question. He braced himself to be asked about the Black family fortune, or maybe some dusty old secrets from his ancient family’s library—b...
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Sirius Black—currently in his Animagus form as a large black English Mastiff—could swear that not even the soul-sucking horrors of Azkaban had startled him this badly.
And that was saying something.
His Animagus form had always granted him heightened senses, enough to detect the presence of nearby magical or non-magical beings, no matter how stealthy t...
“How is it? Do you feel any different?”
Inside one of the private chambers of the underground base, Maverick stood beside Sarah, both watching Ali, who lay resting on a narrow bed surrounded by a softly humming mix of magical and electronic monitors.
It had been half an hour since Ali drank the potion meant to rid him of the lycanthropy curse. The result wasn’t exactly a cur...
The wind rolled in steady from the sea, brushing over the cliffside and rustling the grass. Clouds hung low in the sky, casting a silver hue across the rugged landscape. Below, the ocean heaved with powerful swells, crashing against the base of the cliffs in a deep, distant rhythm.
Suddenly, the natural stillness was broken by a crackle of sparks and a sharp sizzling sound. A portal, edg...
The next day, after a good night’s rest, Maverick finally brought Harry and Hermione to Edward Garling’s underground base on St. Matthew Island, Alaska.
Not much seems to have changed since his last visit, aside from a few unfamiliar faces—probably new kids Edward had taken under his wing.
The man must have taken in hundreds of witches and wizards over the years, and even ...
“So you’re really sending Jean away to another school? Have you properly thought this through?”
Hank McCoy stood with his back to the room, hands in his trouser pockets, staring out the tall window while absentmindedly watching the sleek black Porsche 911 parked near the mansion’s entrance.
Behind him, Professor Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair at the desk while quietl...
Wroooom!
A sleek black Porsche 911 soared through the skies above London while its engine gave off a soft hum, barely loud enough to be heard even from the outside. This was one of Maverick’s personal side projects—an idea he had borrowed from Mr. Weasley—and today marked the first time he was taking it out for a proper spin.
Naturally, the car was cloaked in an invisibility...
The sky was clear, painted a soft blue with only a few cotton clouds drifting lazily overhead. The sun hung warm and steady, casting golden light over the neat rows of suburban houses. A gentle summer breeze rustled through the hedges, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers. It was the kind of afternoon that made the whole world feel a little slower.
After r...
After weighing the pros and cons of the Sling Ring, Maverick finally made up his mind. There was no more room for hesitation. He decided to replicate its Extraordinary Characteristic right then and there.
At first, the system prompted him with the usual message—it needed to convert the ability into an integratable Characteristic. Maverick had seen it enough times by now, so it didn’t...
Maverick scratched the back of his head a bit sheepishly. He understood why she was surprised. After all, the knowledge and experience granted to him by the system were the result of what should have taken years—if not decades—of effort. All of it compressed into him in an instant.
“Alright,” the Sorcerer Supreme said, standing to her feet. “Now that we’ve covered the fundame...