Omake

Entering a nearby Easy travelling for Wizards and Witches, Harry came across a bald man sitting in a chair, feet on the table, watching some cricket match in a box-sized TV.

When he noticed his entrance, he asked in a disinterested tone, "And what can I do for you Mr..."

"Black. And I need a portkey to somewhere..." was as far as Harry got before being interrupted by him wildly waving his hands and making hushing motions. "What?" He asked irritably.

"Are you one of those?" He asked, and Harry was liking him far less every moment. "Yes. Now can you provide a port..." "Shushh! Not here. Follow me."

Annoyed beyond belief, Harry went along with him deeper into the store building.

"Now, you can speak freely."

"What the hell was all that about?"

"Well, that is... You see..."

"Just spit it out man!" Harry's anger was restrained by a very thin cloth, but he was willing to give this strange man a chance.

"Look, people of your type aren't exactly well liked here. Your kind has been hunted by a very brutal group of assassins. So, even if there is a wiff of someone with mystic powers here, my life could be in jeopardy.

"Now, what did you say about your destination?"

Now, Harry was well and truly alert, this place had some serious issues. No wonder the Jhanghala people had isolated themselves.

"No, please tell me more. Who are these people who attack us? Why do they attack us? When did it all start?"

"Okay, okay I'll answer your questions. But the first sign of trouble and you're out by portkey. Agreed?"

"Yes." He agreed with his assessment, but he was certain that whatever the problem was, he couldn't leave without trying to solve it. But the other man didn't need to know that.

"It all started many years ago. At that time kings still roamed this part of earth. As it so happened, this place had a knack for producing evil wizards. Not with great power or a lot of intelligence, but evil nonetheless.

"The kings had had enough of petty wizards trying to steal the wealth, his wife and children, and keeping the Non-magical people from openly rioting. They passed many laws that restrained your people a lot. One such law was that any who wanted to live independently had to swear on their life and magic to never harm the kingdom in any way.

"With a wording that vague, Wizards didn't want to give their life for a wrong word in their Oath. So it caused a rebellion. It was peaceful for many years, but you know what happens in battles and wars. The Abhiyuthaan, as the rebellion was called, had a leader who had a very young daughter. Yes, she was killed in a raid by the King's soldiers when she was at her grandmother's house.

"From there the rebellion took a very dark turn. People were mind controlled, tortured, and killed in gruesome ways. The Kingdoms didn't take this lightly. Mass execution orders were sent to soldiers. Entire families were stabbed to death.

"As they were more in number, the Non-magicals undoubtedly won. But they had seen war, and didn't want it to happen anytime soon. So the Kings joined and formed a secret force which silently eliminated any Magical children from their community. The original trained their progeny, and so the secret group, who call themselves Madhmayan, still train and eliminate any Magicals in the area."

There was complete and utter silence in the room. Harry was fascinated and horrified. This was so much like the Death Eaters, and yet it wasn't. There was no right or wrong. Nobody was correct. They killed Magicals to save themselves. Magicals killed them in turn in self defence.

It made no sense. He couldn't really decide who was right and who wasn't. But he had a few questions, and wasn't afraid of the answers enough to not ask them.

"How do you know this story?"

The owner had a very sad smile, the kind that had seen more than it ought to.

"I am very sorry, Mr Black, but as it is too personal, I refuse to answer the question. But I am still okay with more questions."

"Why wasn't I attacked?" was his next inquiry.

"Did you use any magic in the confines of this city? They cannot detect magical travel, but they can detect any type of active magic in the city. Well, did you?"

"No... So you're essentially saying that I was incredibly lucky?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes. Well, now that you know about them, can you favour me with a quick departure so that I can get back to my monotonously happy life?"

"Umm, nope. Sorry. Now, what can you tell me about this Mad-man group?"

"It's Madhmayan. And no more words shall slip by my lips about them until you swear an Oath on your life and magic that you'll not reveal your informant under any circumstances or duress of any kind, nor will you supply it willingly to anyone, until you have my uninfluenced consent. This is a necessity for the health of me and my family."

Harry knew that Oaths were very powerful, and could even cause his death if he failed to follow it one way or another. But it was some serious business here.

He swore the Oath verbatim.

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AN:

This won't be "canon," because it was quite a bit more dark than what I wanted.

Also, Harry has to spend far too much time in one place. So... Yeah.