The Secretary of Records in the Department of Magical Affairs read the note delivered by the Elder Council of the Southern States. An Omega had been identified. There were problems, the Mage class magical being was an adult already and was not an American citizen. Unluckily, born in Britain; the one country that had outdated and barbaric legislation in place to enslave omegas as breeding machines for any pureblood family with enough money to bribe the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for a licence to use the Ministry Controlled omega. The letter stated Paperwork was in the process of being filed and by the morning the omega would be protected by a formal betrothal with an American Citizen, protecting the honoured guest legally and within a family.
He stood and walked briskly to the Minister's office. Tonight all channels of communication with Britain, including all scheduled portkeys, the floo and regulated mail would be closed due to an unspecified security alert. The note from New Orleans also stated the Omega was being transferred to the Anasazi Reservation in Arizona. The wards around the ancient homeland of that fully magical tribe were amongst the most deadly in the known world. That Nation of Native Americans were only a recent addition to the United States and were full autonomous. The ink on the signatures sealing the Treaty between the Clan Chief and the Magical Representatives of the President were barely dry. No member of the ICW had ever been invited there. The area had been a sanctuary for every witch and wizard who could pass the entrance requirements of the ancient guardian runes. The secretary shuddered at his memory of the long tunnel of flayed skin acting as a warning to the unworthy and all enemies decorating the entrance to the hidden tribal lands. The blood, flesh and bones of the transgressors were the fuel of the ward stones. Such wards, strengthened by thousands of victims, only justified that those put to death were dark wizards and witches who deserved no mercy. The Nation surviving untouched by recent history as no muggle could cross the first line of the defences, thinking the area was empty desert hills with sparse remnants of cave ruins.
History had taught the first few magical settlers to American to follow the example of the Native Magical Brethren and their version of Segregation. The dream of an open integrated society for all lasted less than one hundred years in the Colony of America. Squibs acted as go betweens, as they did for the tribes as medicine men, shaman and holymen, between the magical and the mundane. Squibs could recognise magical plants and animals, brew potions and were honoured as artists, dancers, historians, bards, seers, diplomats, politicians and healers. The Salem Witch Trials had driven witches and wizards into their own warded communities, many going fully native as they could no longer trust their mundane neighbours. So Americans mixed their European Heritage with the older and less structured and more primal magic practiced in America, where everything was respectful to nature and the veil between life and death. America had always been looked down on as 'untamed and uncouth'. Their school at Salem taught a full curriculum of natural magic (as they termed Native American rite), structured magic (the accepted core studies in line with ICW guidelines), International magic for senior students and all mundane subjects, unlike their counterparts in America and Asia. There were enclaves of older primal tibal teachings in Papua New Guinea, Siberia, Mongolia and Tibet. Only Australia and New Zealand, now followed the American example of integration. Africa and South America was split between native 'mostly religious' schools and the European examples with no integration.
An Omega seeking asylum here with the half breeds and those who prided themselves on mixed blood would have the ICW and the British in uproar.
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Hadrian lay awake on the simple hammock in his new home, a very homely cave, which was part of the sacred temple complex in Arizona. He had been told much and not a lot had sunk in yet. On his wrist was a simple woven bracelet, one of a single strand used to decorate both his and Regulus' wrists. The betrothal was formal and sacred, both were bound as family until the decided upon consummation. As a result Hadrian was now Lord Consort Potter-Black and Regulus was Regent-Consort Potter-Black in terms of the Ancient and Noble Hereditary Laws. On top of that, Hadrian was no longer British but Anasazi-American, due to the bonding ceremony being undertaken under ancient tribal rites. As an Omega, he had the right to break any union, he was the senior partner under native law. There were different priorities here, the givers of life were those to be respected and lived within the close communities. Only men and alphas dealt with the disrespectful outsiders and unbelievers.
Regulus had stated this betrothal only ensured Hadrian's right to remain in American and never be subject to any British law. As an American citizen of the Anasazi nation, Hadrian had the right to pick and choose his own spouses, as many or as few as he wanted. Each would remain family, tied by the bonds of the children born. All strengthening the community, never causing conflict as it was a blessing to catch an omegas favour. He would not see Regent Potter-Black for at east two weeks due to the amount of red tape dealing with the transferring all monies and deeds to America. All proxies would need to be changed as well to those chosen by the newly appointed Regent-Consort Potter-Black. Regulus stated, Diggle who was acting for the absent Dumbledore, would have no seats in the Wizengamot after loosing control of the Peverell and Potter Seats. Dumbledore was no longer Chief Warlock and was now without any direct power and influence in that Chamber of Government. As Ancient and Noble Houses, the Black, Peverell and Potter Seats were Hereditary and could not be taken away, even if the Heads or chosen Regents lived or were born abroad.
He was still unsure what an omega was, the words of bearing children had unsettled him the most. Regulus had reassured him he was not female and not really male. A third gender, one who could both procreate and carry life. A true daemon inheritance and the strongest form of magical human. There were true words in Anasazi for him and Regulus, not just subcategories of male. Alpha, beta, omega were European terms. In British law, alphas and omegas had been classed as not true wizards but lesser beings. No wonder Regulus had left and become an American. Equal rights under the constitution for all, even for werewolves, vampires and all with daemon, fay, elf or demon blood. In truth all magicals were progeny of the daemon born. Hadrian guessed he was in for an epiphany as all that had been taught at Hogwarts was Ministry approved bullshit. The American Ministry of Magic upheld the right to study and learn everything, only not to break the laws. Blood, soul and dark magic was not outlawed just severely regulated. The death penalty was a reality, as there were absolute rules regarding legal statutes. Break the laws for torture, murder, rape, treason and piracy or use mind or potion control to commit heinous crimes and loose your life. The body and souls of convicts were then federal or native property. Harsh, but then Azkaban, the Veil of Death and the Dementors were truly awful as well. Today they had discussed his 'accidental' magic episodes. No one had put two and two together to assess him as a true blood Daemon. Then again, his mother was just a mudblood, his father a blood traitor and he a lowly muggle raised abomination.
He ran through the clues and the signs of an Omega. He had hidden his talents and traits early, in fear of punishment from his loving relatives. By the time he got to Hogwarts he was used to hiding, to melt into the crowd and never stand out. Hadrian then smiled, the few instances of his magic shining through most had dismissed as immature magic. Marge Dursley getting inflated had resulted in the best summer of his life, living in the Leaky Cauldron. He had not used his wand, it had happened in his home, so he could not be charged under the Statute of Secrecy. He had studied hard in secret on his own at school. In class, he had kept to a steady Acceptable Grade average. No one questioned his OWL results, with his EEs and Os in his chosen NEWT subjects and As in all others. His NEWTS exams were different, with no friends to dumb down for, he had achieved O's with distinctions for DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Runes and Arithmancy. After seventeen, he had full control of his inheritance with no godfather, relatives or teachers to say otherwise. He had admitted to cursing both his godfather, Ginny Weasley and Dumbledore to misfortune and bad luck using a very ancient plea to Hecate. The ex-Headmaster had become infirm and ill loosing all his long held positions, being Headmaster in name only during sixth year, and his dear godfather had married the she-devil, he had betrothed Harry to. Divine justice served using the heart-felt plea, blood and tears of a virgin omega. Only Harry had never understood the term omega, thinking at the time it was an obscure word for underage witch or wizard. First rule of his new life was never offend a virgin omega, they were protected by the divine and demonic. Hadrian them wondered what fate would have befallen Ginerva, Sirius and Albus Dumbledore if he had invoked the protection of Lucifer himself. With that happy though Harry went to sleep.