Mystery of the Fae
There she was standing in the street, one of the most boring constructions she had laid her eyes upon in her life and that included the endless deserts and snowfields that she had to traverse during her travels during her times in the rayshifts. The car that had been provided by the government for her purpose was a diplomatic car. One used by officials on business. Since chaldea was considered an arm of the UN and technically the Antarctic was their country of origin making them a neutral country by treaty. This gave chaldean officials diplomatic status in most countries the only times that it did not was when they were requested into a country to carry out a mission.
So here was Ritsuka as her car pulled up at a specific address, Since the summoning she had been doing alot of research about the enclaves, she had been doing this as she could not have the child going back to such an abusive household. So she had quietly talked to lancer artoria if she would sign for guardianship of the child, since she was technically, in the eyes of magic, which had been confirmed by the casters and the goblin heritage tests, the girl's sister.
Ritsuka had only asked if she would give the girl a chance, she did not need to actually raise the girl as there were enough servants who had been parents, mothers specifically who could do the job. She just needed to be the guardian and watch over her and ensure that she was being raised well. It was this that she agreed to; however, Ritsuka knew better and she knew that the heroes from the camelot section were all curious about the girl. Especially when she got the request for them to meet the girl.
So0 here she is with the paperwork with mash at her side and gawain in a suit acting as her bodyguard, walking up the short path towards the door of number four. She knew that she was drawing eyes as her business attire was sharp and drew attention to her figure. Her mixed race heritage making her a true beauty in a exotic way. It was not long before the door opened revealing a large man with a dangerously purpling face from exertion.
"Are you a mister dursley?" she asked in a forced polite but sweet voice as she tried not to retch at the smell wafted out of the door when it opened. "Yes" the crea…man grunted out as its eyes drifted over her figure. She made a note to have a long shower when she got back to the hotel to ensure she felt clean. She also made sure to have Florence give the girl a check for… violations of a more private nature. He seemed like the sort, if he was responsible for the abuse she would not put it past him to go that far.
Forcing down any thoughts other than what she was here for she continued. "Mister dursley, my name is ritsuka fujimaru, i am here to have private discussions with you. Would it be okay if we continue inside?" she said to the man using some subtle hypnosis on the man. She might not be accomplished in the art but for something like this she could get what was required.
Once seated and facing the small family facing her, she smiled at them. "Okay, first I just need to ensure that you are who my records say you are. Is that okay? Book keeping you understand?" she said to the man. The look of irritation seemed to melt away at that. He seemed to respect those that did things by the book it seemed. Interesting.
"Okay, mister vernon dursley, one sister a margaret dursley spinster, wife petunia dursley nee evans, child dudley dursley? Correct so far?" She asked for a nod from the man and he seemed to be impressed.
"Now then Mrs Dursley. One sister Mrs Lily Potter nee Evans, husband James Charlus Potter of the ancient and noble house of potter from the english magical enclave. Two children. one girl, one boy. Morgan lilith potter, three years older than hadrian potter.
Lily potter, currently in a coma due to a terrorist attack. James wounded but alive, hadrian considered a hero for 'defeating' the terrorist in question. Morgan however has not been seen since that night."
The more she listed the whiter and whiter the dursleys went whether by fear or rage she was not sure. " well am I correct?" she prompted getting a shaky nod from the woman in response, "good" "who are you" Ritsuka smiled at this "that is not important,what is, is that young morgan is health and being treated for the abuse you put her under from her time here" she replied her voice shifting to an almost ice cold tone, shocking the two.
"Now I have with me the forms for guardianship of the girl already signed by her new guardian. All you need to do is sign them and hand over everything to do with the girl."
The woman shook her head adamantly, "we can't." this caused the master to frown, "and why can't you?" she demanded losing her patience.
"Those …people put something here that will protect us from them. It keeps us safe from people like them" It was obvious that the woman had no idea what she was talking about. Ritsuka could only guess that the wizards had put some kind of bounded field up, it could not have been a strong one or she would have felt it .
She stood up and placed her hands on the floor activating her magic circuits to help her sense the field. What she did sense was not a defensive barrier at all, it was just a detection field. And even then it was falling to pieces and had holes in it all over the place. After that her task did not take long.
Xxxxx
The magical enclaves of Britain, a place that if one looked in from the outside would look like a place of mystery and wonder. A story book made real. It is only when a person looked deeply would they see the cracks on the facade appear, the inequities of the class system, the racial biases. What at first appeared to be a charming and beautiful remnant of antiquity preserved was actually a people so terrified and arrogant that they refused all progress and change.
Despite being able to and frequently going out into the modern world the people from such enclaves still hold onto the notions that the people of the modern day were of the same mind set of those from the Salem witch trials, and other such events that led to their enclaves to go into complete seclusion.
Within the British enclave a war had not long finished and the clean up had been going on. The people were celebrating the end of the terror caused by the dark lord who had been dubbed "You -know - who" out of fear, his followers the supposed death eaters. Thugs who paraded around in dark cloaks and masks and vanished before the law enforcement could arrive were synonymous with fear.
Now however with the dark lord gone the ministry was cracking down on those who had followed him, trials were an almost continuous thing. People from almost all walks of life and families were being tried. The citizenry were just glad to be able to start piecing their lives back together.
The process however would take time, wounds inflicted by this horrific event would take years to heal. Over that time there would be much needed to be done, the country's diplomatic standing needed to be handled as it had been severely damaged by the scandal that was the war, as none in the ICW had been impressed by the handling of the crisis, and whilst the lords of the wizengamot patted themselves on the back for their response to the war, their counterparts where considering other options within the ICW.
Internally though the people were happy with the news that their new hero was healthy and that lord potter was on his way to making a full recovery, he had returned home and was looking after his son, the boy who lived, and were getting on well. Things seemed to be going well for them.
No one spared a thought about the daughter that had not been spoken about since they had gone into hiding, no one remembered. No one but those closest to the family cared about lily potter who was relegated to a bed deep within potter manor in a coma she was after all, just a muggleborn she could be replaced with a proper lady.
Xxxxx
Switzerland is a country of neutrality, it has been such for as long as it has been a country and not a series of regions battling for control. This however was only half of the story, whilst it was true that it would have naturally become such, it was nudged along as the magical associations required a place to meet, a place in which no one could be hostile.
It was due to this that a fortress was created guarded by the best wards and bounded fields to both hide and protect it. Forces drawn from all over the world were sworn to protect the fortress and those within, even from those of their own nation. This was the founding of what would become the ICW, a meeting place of the enclaves and a place that would allow the wizards to negotiate any issues that would occur between them and the mages and the church.
This was necessary to allow the normal wizard the piece of mind to think that the church did not know that the wizards existed and that the statute held true, when everyone in the ICW knew that it was worth about as much as the paper and ink it was written with.
The only one who did not was Albus Dumbledore who had been reduced to figurehead status a while ago, not that he seemed to know it. However after the announcement that the issues that had been plaguing the Chaldea organisation had been resolved the ICW had come to the decision that they could not afford to antagonise the other side of the magical divide anymore. The time had come to remove the thorn from their side that was the Supreme mugwump from his chair.
The time to move forward has come!
Xxxxx
The facility of chaldea, a building that had been located in one of the largest and most uninhabitable places in the world. Originally the facility had been a relatively small but advanced construction with a small staff, stocked to last for months at a time and was reinforced to be able withstand all but the most rigorous of the dangerous experiments that were undertaken there.
However things had changed when the first singularity happened. Shinjuku. A large portion of the staff had been injured and it took time before they were able to return to work. The facility was damaged and with the most severely injured in cryo until the facility was out of the danger that the unstable temporal anomalies that the singularity incidents were throwing up around the facility causing random temporal disturbances in the flow of time around them it was only thanks to the abilities of the servants summoned that kept them going.
Caster servants using territory creations along with bounded fields, along with servants banding together they managed to expand the facilities. They had even created greenhouses to grow food and become self-sufficient. The medical staff being bolstered by legends in the medical field managed to get the staff back up on their .
It was not long until the facility became one of the most comprehensive places of knowledge in the world be it historical or research with such minds as da vinci and tesla along with others experimenting on new and practical applications of both magical and technological.
This was the atmosphere in which Morgan awoke. Her new home. When she came to and opened her eyes and sat up taking in the room around her, its clean white visage, smell of some sort of chemical fill her nose tickling at the back of her throat. The soft bed practically swallowed her compared to the rags she had to sleep on in her cupboard.
These observations though as what had really drawn her eye was the woman sleeping in the chair, her red hair contrasting against her white uniform and black skirt. Everything she had been taught had told her that she would be punished… harshly if she interrupted the woman's sleep.
True her aunt had not punished her anywhere near as badly as her uncle but it had still gotten the point across, it had also instilled a bone deep fear of the male gender in her as her uncle had been in the process of teaching her cousin how to 'punish' her.
Whilst she was lost in her memories she did not realise that her fear and rage had caused her to start to leak her mana in almost torrential volumes causing the woman to awaken and rush over to her. All that she knew was that she was being held softly and tightly in an embrace. A warm and comforting feeling that she could only remember in the foggiest of her memories from a woman that had similarities to this one, different but similar.
She did not know how it happened but the next thing she knew she was in tears, holding the woman for dear life. Something she had not done since she had first been punished for 'wasting good water' by her uncle. She did not know how long she was there just being held, she did not know how long she cried, all she knew was that for the first time she was able to let her guard down and be a little girl. To be like the other girls that went to her school. She liked it. It was relaxing and freeing.
Xxxxx
Morgan had always known that she was not normal, she had always known that she was smarter than the others, more emotionally mature. This does not mean that she did not want to be a child, to be carefree, she did. She dreamed of what it would be like to have a mother and father that loved her. She dreamed of what it would be like to be taken to school by her mother, go to class then come home, just a normal childhood. She also knew that being able to ponder like this was not normal for a child her age.
It was because of this that she decided that she would focus on two things, the first was hiding her intelligence from her so-called family. She knew that they would harm her more if they knew how smart she really was. The second was to ensure that she studied as much as possible, this would allow her to, when a chance came, escape. She was too young now but she knew it would come.
She did not know how it happened though but somehow it came sooner than she was expecting, so when she woke up the day after her break down there she sat staring at the same woman expectantly awaiting an explanation.
"Hello little one" the woman said to her in a rather pleasant voice. This however only got a raised eyebrow. You don't really live an abusive life without becoming sceptical of almost everything around you and now that she was more on balance she was not going to take things on face value.
"hello " she replied cautiously, she did not know who the woman was, she also was nervous as she did not know where she was. So she was rightfully tense.
"My name is ritsuka fujimaru, this" the woman motioned about her to indicate the place they were in, " is my facility the chaldean security organisation" ended the woman with a smile.
Morgan could not help but tilt her head in confusion. The what? And how did she get here? The last thing she remembered before a flash of light was her uncle using his belt on her in the back garden.
"Morgan Potter" she replied with the minimum information possible, she did not want to give them too much yet as she did not trust them yet. The woman's face however showed no change, she knew her name already then. Morgan had always been exceptionally good at reading people, being able to tell if someone was lying to her, misdirecting her. She did not know how or why, she just could not tell anyone about the gift. It was always a handy trick to keep up her sleeve.
"How did I get here?" she asked using her child-like innocence to its full potential to try and weasel out as much information as possible. She was not however expecting the answer she got as it was faux pax within the dursley household to even breath such blasphemy.
"What do you know about magic morgan?" asked the woman, before she could answer with her true thoughts, the programmed one came out automatically. "Magic does not exist" came the deadpanned response, just a little too quick. It of course caused ritsuka to raise her eyebrow in disbelief.
"That sounds just a little too much like a recorded answer to be your true feelings, any way the answer is that you were summoned when you panicked, your magic reached out and let you be taken to somewhere safe." explained the redhead in such a matter of fact manner that she could not help but believe her. The fact that she also read her mannerisms as being truthful made her have to believe her.
"Very well" Morgan sighed with her head hurting. The information that had been dropped on her was starting to overwhelm her.
"How about I take you to your room and introduce you to the people who will be watching over you?" and with that the red-head stood and held out her hand for her to hold.
Taking that as her cue she stood and took it. As they started their walk she could not help but take in what was around her, people from different countries in a uniform as well as what looked like strange people with different types of clothing, they all confused her.
Then there was the view out of the windows, all that she could see was snow, something that she had never seen before, it was a very pretty scene. It was over before she knew it and upon entering the room after ritsuka she panicked and hid behind her.
Looking out from behind her all that she could see sitting at a table was a load of unknown men, no she couldn't do this. She hid back behind ritsuka. Why did the woman bring her here!