May 18th 1918
Dark clouds surround the skies of Nuremberg, Germany as the muggle world suffer inflictions of a world war. Business continues to run slow for the Dartwood family, their pottery shop began to sell less and less pottery items since the beginning of the war. Tim Dartwood, owner of the shop, put a sign up on his door that said 'CLOSED' and sighed as he walked back to the front desk.
A woman with long black hair, appeared from the stairway and caught the attention of Tim as he gathers his things. "Mien Lieber, What's wrong?" Tim said.
"Nothing, I just put our son to sleep." she said as she crossed her arms. "You're already closing the shop?" she asked.
"Yeah, there was no-point in opening it during this turmoil were in." he said as he lifted a small crate from the desk onto the table.
"Do you ever plan to go back to England?" his wife asked with a worried look.
Tim, surprised by the question, said, "Dalilah, why would I ever go back?"
"We would be safer there than in the muggle world, especially we'll have the Order's protection." Dalilah replied.
"I don't need their protection, we're much safer here than the under the corruption of the Ministry Of Magic." Tim said as he cleans a dusty pot. "Also, we both agreed to move here, for a better life, remember that?" he said as turns to his wife.
"But what about Percius? how is he going to deal with growing up as muggle while having a magical heritage?" Dalilah questioned as she walks closer to her husband.
"Our son will be just fine, will figure it out once he's older." Tim replied calmly.
"What if he discovers his magical powers? he needs to be taught how to control them or-"
"That's enough Dalilah!" Tim exclaimed, "I'm done with this conversation."
In frustration, Dalilah turned and made her way back upstairs. Tim continued to put more potts on the shelves, he signed as he realised his life being a fake muggle was harder than expected. Though it was better than being an Auror, he missed being home in England. As a few minutes pass, a noise was heard up stairs, but Tim ignored it, thinking it was just footsteps. Then suddenly a loud scream came from the stairway as a flash of green light illuminated within the staircase. "Dalilah!" he exclaimed as he grabbed his wand, he ran upstairs and was faced by a individual with short red hair and a blue pupil on his right eye.
Before he could react, the intruder yelled out "Expelliarmus!", causing his wand to go flying and leaving him exposed. "Crucio!" the intruder yelled again, causing Tim to fall to his knees in pain.
The intruder grabs him by the neck and points his wand to his face. "Where is the Elder Wand?" he asked.
"Elder Wand?" Tim repeated.
"Don't play dumb, I know you know the location of the Elder Wand, former Auror." the intruder said.
"I-I don't know what your talking about." he said as he's getting choked.
The intruder then points his wand toward Percius' wooden crib as the baby cries perfusely. "No! Don't!" Tim exclaimed.
"Tell me the location of the Wand and your son's life will be spared." the intruder said.
Tim, contemplating whether to reveal information of the most powerful wand in the wizarding world to this unknown evil, looked at his son as he cries in fear. He shifted his eyes toward his enemy as he felt a tighter grip on his neck. "The-The Elder Wand is-hidden somewhere in the Soviet Union." he said.
"Soviet Union? Where? What city?" The intruder questioned.
"I-don't kn-" a flash of green light came upon Tim's face as his lifeless body falls to the floor.
the intruder turned towards the window to make his exit but he stopped in his path and turned toward the crying child, he appoarched the crib and picked the boy up. "A pure-blood." he said, then he looked at the words engraved on the crib, that said "PERCIUS" he walked closer towards the window as he looked at the innocent child, "This child could be useful." he muttered to himself. The intruder made his exit by disappearing in a cloud of shadows, leaving the two dead wizards in the scene.
After a few minutes pass, another wizard appears out of thin air, wearing a long black jacket and a fedora. He kneeled in front of the body of the now-deceased shop owner in front of him. "Damn it." he muttered, he pulled out his wand and casted a spell on a mirror where a young man with a grey suit and dark red hair appeared.
"Auror Blackwell." he said.
"Auror Scammander." Blackwell replied.
The young Thesius Scammander saw that his partner had a worried look in his face, "Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Auror Dartwood is dead, I found him and his wife's body after I noticed his magical signature disappeared." Blackwell explained.
"Bloody Hell." Thesius muttered to himself, "He was the only one that knew the location of the Elder Wand."
"Based on their expressions, they were killed by a Killing Curse spell." Blackwell replied.
"This is not good, If we lost the location of the Elder Wand then who ever murdered Dartwood, will possibly find it before us." Scammander said in a worried tone. "I suggest we do a worldwide search for wand's owner before anything bad happens."
"I agree, meanwhile I'm going to find clues about the murder." Blackwell said.
Thesius nodded in agreement, "Good luck, Peter."
"You too, Thesius." Peter replied. As the mirror turned back to normal, Peter casted
a Rovelio spell to uncover the events that happened almost twenty minutes ago.
As he watched it unfold, he stopped the spell and focused on the culprit himself, he examined him and noticed the odd pupil on his right eye. "Hmph." he simply said, he continued the spell and noticed that the intruder kidnapped the child, he stopped the spell completely in frustration and made his exit by disappearing in thin air.