A.N.: So, this is chapter two. I am aware that many of you are do not know about the timescale of this story, so here it is- At the time of publishing, which I presume to be a week from its writing, I am in the middle of my finals, and most probably won't get time to write any more chapters, so chapter three is going to be the latest in timescale. Full credit to Baconated-Grapefruit on a Discord server, who beta-read the first chapter and this one. Thanks, buddy. Also thank you to MIKE202303 and manny0101 for the reviews.

I am also open to accepting betas, so PM me of you wanna beta.

CHAPTER 2

As a new day dawned on the land of Britain, chaos ensued in the Wizengamot chamber. Witches and wizards, Dark or Light, both scurried around, panicked. In the midst of it all, Minister for Magic Cornelius Aurelius Fudge and Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore tried to restore order, while a harried Auror Head Amelia Bones rallied her corps to bring peace. Finally, Dumbledore drew his wand and set off a noise and a mass effect spell, that quietened everyone down instantly, even as their mouth gaped pen and closed.

'I will have order in the Wizengamot,' screeched Fudge. 'As Minister for Magic, I demand it!'

'Be aware, Cornelius, that the Chief Warlock is not absent, but here,' said the cool and calm voice of Dumbledore.

Fudge appeared harried and ashamed. His bowler hat was lopsided. 'Yes, of course, of course, Elder Dumbledore.' The man's eyes seemed to narrow over his glasses at Fudge. 'Chief Warlock, I mean,' Fudge corrected hastily.

'Well, this is certainly surprising,' the smooth, accented voice of Deepak Sharma, Minister for Magic of India, made its way into the silent chamber, as he entered it. 'I hope I can be excused quickly. Our Council is deciding on a very important piece of legislation.' His eyes fell on Fudge, who turned red. Sharma's tone hardened. 'We are dealing with the aftermath of our own Dark Lord . I hope business is quick, Minister, because I have a staff, and I'm not afraid to use it.'

Relations between the Indian and British Ministries were shaky, ever since the Muggle Monarchy partitioned India, and the magical government supported the move, citing their disapproval of Eastern countries. A Cold-War like situation had soon developed between them as India developed its resources. Magical Britain was now berating the former Minister who had done such a folly, and if Fudge didn't fix this error, he could see a shut down of labour and foreign students from the East. After all, the Magical Eastern world was as unified as the Light had been in their war against Grindelwald, or even You-Know-Who.

'Y-yes, Elder Sharma,' stammered Fudge, using the title granted by the International Confederation of Wizards to the leader, on occasion of him defeating the previous Dark Lord in China. Eastern wizards considered Sharma to be a sort of Dumbledore of the East. It helped that he had generously stepped down from campaigning for Supreme Mugwump when the ICW appointed Dumbedore.

Sharma nodded curtly and occupied a guest chair he had conjured with his staff. His staff shrunk in his hand to about a twelve inch length of wood, and he raised it in the air.

'Elder Deepak Sharma, Minister for Magic of India, has occupied his seat as a guest to the Wizengamot,' he intoned. His now wand flashed in the air, and the ceiling of the Wizengamot flashed blue, recognizing the guest.

A toady woman beside Fudge twitched. Dolores Umbridge raised her own stubby wand into the air, casting a Lumos spell. 'I have an objection,' she simpered in that sickly sweet voice of hers. 'Why is an…Eastern wizard here?'

Fudge threw her an angry look as Sharma's eyes narrowed. Dumbledore stepped in. 'As Minister for Magic of India, the country which concerns us today, Elder Sharma is required to attend this meeting and apprise us of any new developments.' Umbridge sniffed and sat back down.

'I now yield the floor to Minister Fudge for his announcement.'

Fudge gulped, and stepped onto the dais, prepared to give a hearty shock to the Wizarding public.

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As their flight began, the plane crossing London below them, Vernon relaxed, then tensed up. The…creature with them had started sniffling loudly, and before his eyes, started crying. Loudly.

Petunia attempted to stifle its cries, but it kept bawling, its green eyes open and flooded with tears, its scratch on the head burning an angry red.

Suddenly, as the plane hit a bit of turbulence, a black mist poured out of its scratch-scar, Vernon reminded himself. It coalesced into a vaguely human figure, that started screeching. As the plane finally crossed the borders of Britain, the cloud ripped itself apart, and instead poured into the creature's eyes, which turned blood-red. It snarled, sparks arcing around it, clearly fighting something. The eyes flashed between green and red, and suddenly, abruptly, it shot out of the eyes, and attacked a screaming Dudley instead. It entered Dudley's forehead, and his poor boy collapsed.

Petunia was screaming for an attendant, and the flight made an emergency landing at some city, somewhere, neither of them paid any attention to the details. As doctors hurried on board and had a hushed conversation with the parents, no one paid any heed to the slightly sniffling baby, whose scar was now an ordinary scratch. Those who paid close attention to it would realize that its eyes were back to green, and its skin was back to normal colour, though a bit brown. Its hair were now sticking around wildly, and it slowly went back to sleep, eyes moving very rapidly under eyelids.

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