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Magic Break Can't Be Seen

Harry Potter

October 31st, 2017

Harry was running on fumes. Flamel's wandless Killing Curse at the start of the duel was merely the prelude to the ancient alchemist playing with him. Harry managed to duck and weave the lethal curses for a time, but he was quickly finding his endurance waning. The duel, if it could even be called that, would soon be over.

Flamel didn't even look remotely tired, casting spells without a wand with ease. He walked calmly across the ritual chamber, persuing Harry with a ruthless, predator like intensity, and the rare moments that Harry could lash back with a spell, Flamel barely needed to flick his hand to block the attacks.

A few minutes ago Flamel had started throwing sporadic Crucios at Harry. Only one had hit, throwing Harry five meters back and causing him to scream from the pain. It felt like each nerve in his body was being extracted by rusty needles. Flamel had let up after only a single second, but the pain lingered, slowing Harry's movements.

It was around this time that Harry began to summon the coffins from the walls and banishing them at Flamel. The alchemist cackled as he blasted them away. "Fight me, Potter!" Flamel roared. A ring of fire exploded out of him, searing the room at chest height.

Harry dodged it by falling to the ground. Using a charm George Weasley had shown him, Harry Transfigured the lingering smoke, duplicating it to mimic the effects of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. Harry then silenced himself and began to layer other spells on himself so he could hide and recover.

"You've certainly improved, Harry," Flamel's voice said. "No longer killing people with Disarming Spells, anyway."

Harry said nothing, listening as carefully as he could for Flamel's footsteps. Flamel continued talking.

"I had such high hopes for you. I had hoped to use you to replace Albus. Now that was a wizard, you should have seen him in his prime. I almost began my plan to conquer the Wizarding World eighty years ago, but then his lover started his little war."

Flamel sighed. "Grindlewald was a disappointment. I had taken the two men under my wing, instructing them in the deeper magics. Albus took to them much better but always was reluctant to use them. But Grindlewald had no such issue, relishing in unleashing them upon his enemies."

"Did you know Grindlewald had a poor understanding of tactics and longterm planning? It should be obvious, with how he allied with that Muggle, but as I said, he was a disappointment. I only taught him to maintain control over Albus." The smoke began to dissipate.

"But then they fought and Albus imprisoned his lover. No longer could my plan go through as I wished it to. But Albus remained receptive to my counsel, and over the years helped me greatly. Why he even helped me make you," Flamel said, and Harry felt his blood run cold.

Flamel laughed, harsh and cruel. "It's been a few centuries since I've made false Prophecies, but it's not unlike riding a bike. You never truly forget."

Rage filled Harry Potter, of a depth he had never truly felt before in his life. He pointed his wand toward the smoke that lingered, hiding Flamel's body from view, and cast the one spell he swore to himself to never speak.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The hissing green spell flew through the air, piercing the smoke cloud. But the sound of a body hitting the floor was not heard. A breeze blew through the room, collecting and condensing the smoke before it vanished without a trace. Zhen remained unmoved from her place by the wall, staring calmly at Harry, as he stared down at his wand in horror.

Harry Potter had cast all three Unforgiveables successfully, and he hated how natural the Killing Curse felt. It was like casting his Patronus if the Patronus was full of hatred and rage and death. It filled Harry from within and lingered after the spell had been cast. He heard mocking clapping from behind him.

"Impressive," Flamel said, walking around Harry to stand in front of him. "I truly didn't think you had it in you. The others, sure, but there is a special kind of hatred needed for the Killing Curse. You have to want that person dead more than anything else in the world, a state that is not easily reached for most people.

A spell smashed into Harry's chest, blasting him back into the wall. He somehow managed to keep his hands on his wand, but the pain came a moment later, as his body realized what it had just hit. Harry tried to focus his eyes, trying to find Flamel, but his version was blurry and unfocused. But he could still hear.

"You know, I could turn you into the next Dark Lord," Flamel said, his tone contemplative. "The Dark Lord Potter. It has a good ring to it. And having the Wizarding World watch your fall into the Dark Arts would be entertaining. But how to push you to that point?"

Harry's vision slowly cleared, allowing him to see Flamel smiling down at him. "I suppose I could kill your family. Starting with your wife and her family, and killing my way down to your children. I could even arrange it so each dies in front of you, broken after months of torture, with just enough sanity left to comprehend their impending demise. Would you like that Harry? For me to kill your family?"

Evil. Flamel was completely, absolutely, evil. Harry stared at his once mentor, once friend, with the calm certainty of a man walking toward his death. Harry would know, having done it once before. He grunted as he struggled to his feet, under Flamel's half-amused gaze.

"You are going to die, Flamel," Harry spat. "I don't know how or when, and I know it won't be me. But I hope your last moments on this Earth are one of complete suffering."

Flamel smiled and opened his mouth to reply when a woman spoke. "They will be."

Harry and Flamel turned to Zhen, whose back was now toward them. Slowly the witch backed into the room, her eyes focused on the dark passageway. And out of the darkness, two figures appeared.

Daphne Dantes stood there, tall and proud. Her face was striking, having an ageless quality about it that suggested she was much more than she appeared. But it was the towering figure next to her that drew everyone's eye.

He was taller and wider than Mikael the werewolf, and his loose clothes did little to conceal his muscles. Every inch of his exposed skin was covered in long healed scars, remnants of some terrible injury that tickled a memory in Harry's mind, of a boy in Ravenclaw. But it was the eyes that drew everyone's gaze, of glowing, purple orbs that seemed to be alight with flame. As the man opened his mouth to speak, Harry remembered his name.

"You've avoided justice for far too long, Nicolas Flamel," Alexander Dantes said, his voice quiet yet somehow carrying across the room. "No longer."

Flamel smirked. "And who are you to speak to me, the greatest alchemist in history, in such a manner?" he asked.

"My name is Alexander Dantes," Alexander said. "And you're not even the greatest alchemist in this room."

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

Nicolas Flamel

October 31st, 2017

For the first time that evening, Nicolas was at a loss for words. Who the hell did this idiot think he was? Judging by his stature and personality he was in league with that werewolf Mikael. Nicolas had no doubt this was some sort of ploy.

"Kill them, Zhen," he ordered. He needed to focus on Potter.

"I live to serve the Immortal Alchemist," Zhen said. Nicolas almost returned his full focus to Potter but he noted that Zhen hadn't even drawn her wand, simply looking at the two interlopers.

"Are you going to do it today?" Nicolas asked.

"I live to serve the Immortal Alchemist," Zhen replied.

Nicolas frowned and felt something off about this entire conversation. "Yes, I am the Immortal Alchemist, so kill them!"

"I cannot act without the Immortal Alchemist's permission.

"I am giving you permission!" Nicolas shouted. He didn't like how Alexander smirked at him. "Now kill them!"

Nothing happened.

Alexander gave Nicolas a fury inducing smirk, but ignored him, turning toward Zhen. "You may go, Zhen. Your part is done."

Nicolas couldn't quite describe what he was feeling as Zhen bowed to Alexander before walking from the ritual room, ignoring him utterly. There was betrayal at Zhen's sudden actions. Confusion, as he wondered when and how she was turned. But most of all was rage at this insignificant nobody that dare claim his title of the Immortal Alchemist.

"I am the Immortal Alchemist," Nicolas whispered, his entire body shaking with rage. His magic boiled like an ocean of lava within him, howling for the painful demise of the man before him.

Alexander smirked. "Well, you're an alchemist. Your immortality has nothing to do with it, as you leech off the magic and blood of others. I suppose that makes you more of a vampire, which makes this confrontation far more amusing than you'll ever know," Alexander finished thoughtfully.

Nicolas snarled. "I'm not a vampire, you disgusting werewolf." He knew without a doubt what the man was in front of him.

But Nicolas was confused when Alexander laughed, utterly unconcerned. "I'm no more a werewolf than you are a good man. I know what you've done for centuries Flamel, the thousands you've sacrificed to keep yourself alive. But I also know how you created the first Philosopher's Stone."

His blood ran cold. How? How could this beast ever figure out the pinnacle of magical achievement, standing above even wandless magic in terms of skill and difficulty? "You're bluffing," Nicolas said. There was no way Alexander could know.

"The Latin runic alphabet is fascinating to study. I admit it took me a few years to figure out exactly how you harvested it, but it was easy enough with a Philosopher's Stone. Thank you for allowing Dumbledore to house it at Hogwarts by the way. I couldn't have done it without you," Alexander said.

Nicolas' hands tightened almost painfully as he clenched them, grinding his teeth as he glared at Alexander. He knew Albus' ploy was foolish, only allowing it due to how useless the Philosopher's Stone was without sacrificing thousands to maintain it. The ritual he had devised to harvest blood and magic to restore himself was much more efficient.

And it had an additional side effect. "Very impressive beast. But I know something you don't know," Nicolas said, readying his magic.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Alexander asked.

"Avada Kedavra!" Nicolas roared, pouring all the hatred, rage, and killing intent that burned within him into the spell. It lanced across the room in the blink of an eye, smashing into Alexander's chest. Nicolas began to smile in triumph but was stunned by what he saw.

Alexander mockingly clapped his hands together, giving Nicolas a round of applause. "A truly exemplar example of the Killing Curse, and on anyone else it would prove quite lethal. But Harry Potter isn't the only one to find a way past that curse."

Any retort Nicolas had died on his lips, as Alexander lashed out with one impossibly fast hand. A slash of crimson filled the air, and Nicolas barely had a moment to comprehend that the beast in front of him was capable of wandless magic before he was forced to duck under it. Alexander's second spell smashed into Nicolas' knee, shattering it instantly, and sending the centuries-old wizard to the ground.

"Daphne, my love? Would you mind escorting Harry to Hogwarts? It's time we fulfilled Helga's bargain, as well as reuniting Astoria with her son," Alexander said, stepping further into the room. The woman, Daphne, immediately made her way to Harry Potter, laying one hand on the wary man's shoulder, before the two vanished with a Portkey.

"I'm going to kill you," Nicolas growled. He waved his wand over his knee, using his magic to fuse the bone back together, hissing through the pain. "Then I'll kill the girl, Potter, and anyone else who stands in my way."

Nicolas ended his statement with an ancient siege spell, designed to pit the magical power of two wizards against one another. It used concussive force to do this, and it was an early precursor to the modern Banishing Charm. It had an advantage over the modern spell as a sufficiently powerful wizard could smash open castles, walls, and even enemies.

For centuries Nicolas had fed off the magic of other wizards, sacrificing dozens each month. Piece by piece he absorbed their magic, adding it to his own until he had the strength of thousands of wizards under his command. Very rarely did he call forth this magical might, but so great was his rage with Alexander, that he relied on it now. He threw it all at the beast in front of him.

Somehow, Nicolas knew he shouldn't have been surprised when Alexander cast the same spell back, pitting will and magic against his own, but he was. He pushed as hard he could, pouring in centuries of magical growth and control against Alexander, even stepping forward as though closing the distance would aid him. The magic peaked and Nicolas only had a second to shield himself before their magic exploded.

The ritual chamber was destroyed. Nicolas slowly rose from his crouched position, the Shield Charm fading, and he searched for the remains of his foe. After all, no one could have survived his might.

A pile of rocks shattered from within and Alexander rose, covered in scratches and blood. Before Nicolas' disbelieving eyes the wounds healed, and Alexander waved a careless hand, cleaning himself of blood. "Now that was a much better attempt at killing me. Still failed, but better attempt."

"How?" Nicolas asked stunned, unable to understand how the beast in front of him survived.

Alexander smiled. "You've harvested magic for centuries, the power of thousands lay in your veins. But it also resides in mine. You're not the only one with a hunger for power, I've just found a much better way to go about achieving it. But enough talk. It's time for you to die."

With a savage roar, Alexander lunged forward Transgifuring the debris as he moved. Nicolas found himself conjuring a sphere of air around himself, using it to deflect the spears Alexander launched at him. Flamel swept his hand, picking the spears up and lighting them on fire, before launching them back at Alexander.

The impossibly large man twisted through the air with the grace of a bird, the spears missing him entirely. Alexander landed on the floor and shoved his hands before him. Nicolas almost cursed as a dozen curses flashed through the air, cast so fast they might as well been a single rainbow-colored spell. He Disapparated.

Nicolas Flamel's feet landed on a sand dune, three hundred meters above the ritual room. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, but something tingled his nerves, and he dove to the side. A white spell speared through the air, hitting another dune, causing it to crystalize.

"You can Apparation Tag," Nicolas growled, turning to face Alexander. His foe grinned. Nicolas spoke of the very difficult to learn skill that allowed one wizard to follow another's without touching them. It was done by projecting magic toward the space a wizard just left, divining their location. It was one of the few uses of Divination that was actually practical, and one that he had purposefully suppressed over the years. The only tomes to even mention it was at- "Ah, you pillaged the Uagadou School's library."

With hatred filling his heart, a ball of red fire engulfed Nicolas' left hand, while a bitter chill surrounded his right. Alexander grinned, also pooling his magic in his hands, summoning electricity and water. The two men lunged toward one another with, roaring defiantly as they charged toward their fate.

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

Alexander Dantes

Three Years Ago

"Family life suits you, Zhen," Alexander said. He and Zhen were standing in the only remnant of the Cape Horn Settlement, the orchards that were grown to supply them with food. Over the next few years, thousands of trees would be magically grown and transplanted inside the Acropolis, to feed their pack.

Zhen smiled, an expression that did not suit her well at all. Still, Alexander possessed enough tact to keep that fact to himself. "I never expected to get married, but life had a way of surprising you," she said, her eyes never straying from her husband, Mark Sanders, and their daughter Hanna. They were blowing bubbles at each other, their magic conjuring them without the use of a wand.

"Do you regret it?" Alexander asked. Mark clutched his chest dramatically and fell over, and his daughter danced around in victory.

Zhen was silent as she thought about Alexander's question, watching her husband and daughter silently. "No. I did not expect to find love or to have Hanna, but now that I've had both I will never give them up."

"I'm pleased to hear that."

"Did you expect to love Lady Dantes?"

Alexander frowned as he contemplated Zhen's question. When he was a younger man he found himself fascinated with Daphne, caring greatly for her well being and happiness. Those feelings had never faded, but sometimes he did wonder if he truly loved her. He felt a flutter through his mind and shot the Lycan beside him a scolding look.

"I see you've already read your answer in my mind," Alexander said, his tone put-upon. "Have you satisfied your voyeur tendencies?"

Zhen shot him a grin and a wink. "Never. But I can see the answer even if you can't; you always desired a family."

Alexander hummed. "And I've found that?" he asked. Zhen rolled her eyes at him before turning back to her family.

"You made your family. All Lycans will know and respect your contribution in creating us. I know I do."

"Enjoying the benefits?" Alexander asked, a lecherous grin on his face. Many couples had thanked him privately for their drastically improved sex lives. Zhen shoved him.

"Yes. But that's not what I meant. I know you know that I left soon after you gave me the Lycan serum," she said.

He did. Alexander knew of every single person who left Cape Horn, and where they went. Only a handful knew that the stone tablets he gifted them all doubled as very efficient trackers. He could find them anywhere on the globe, and due to the magic on them, they were never far from their owners. Most had left out of curiosity for the wider world, always returning, but some left with far more nefarious purposes.

"But you didn't reveal anything to your former masters," Alexander calmly said, as if they woman beside him hadn't tried to betray him years ago.

"I tried to. But no one would believe my claims, of a country where all were equal, magic and technology working in unison, of the powers of a Lycan. They assumed I had an accident with a Growth Charm," Zhen said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Not to mention their disbelief that you have no use for money or an economy."

That drew a smile from Alexander. Many had complained about the lack of wealth, of how it was vital for society to move forward, or to even work. They thought like humans, firm in the belief they needed busy work lest everyone devolve into slothful anarchy. But they were no longer human.

Lycans worked for the good of the pack. Opinions could differ on what that means, or even how to achieve the same thing. But at the end of the day, they obeyed the whims of their Alpha, and that was Alexander. One day he might be forced to create some sort of currency, but for now, only ability mattered. If you could not create or do something yourself, you either had to learn or win the respect of someone to teach or aid you.

"I still don't believe some of it," Zhen said. "And I tried to prove my claims to them and that's when they tried to kill me."

Alexander nodded solemnly beside her. "And that's why I track those who leave. It's sadly all too common. The moment you stop providing value, they'll get rid of you, through any means necessary."

Zhen nodded. "I'm still surprised you managed to cover up that many dead bodies, and in such a short amount of time."

"Experience," Alexander shrugged. "The tricky part was covering up your initial disappearance. I knew the moment you showed up here that you would be useful. I wanted to maintain your connections for the future."

"It sounds so cold when you say it like that, but your thoughts betray your true feelings. You're bothered by how you must look at your pack, to protect them," Zhen observed. Alexander chuckled.

"Do we need to end our sessions for today?" Alexander asked half-amused. He was referring to the fact that his Occlumency was only partially formed, that Zhen's Legimincy was pushing against his mind every moment of their conversation. It was a theory the pair was working on; if it were possible for a Lycan to train their mind to resist magics that affected the mind through force of will alone. Early results were promising, but the work was slow going, as the only magics powerful enough to effect Alexander were direct attacks on his mind.

"We should, as my daughter approaches. Wouldn't want her opinion of the big bad Alpha to be ruined," Zhen taunted. Any response Alexander had was cut off as Hanna leaped at her mother and wrapped her arms around her.

"Did you see me win, mommy!" Hanna asked. "I got daddy!"

"Yes, you did!" Mark said, reaching over and tickling Hanna's side. She squealed, wriggling free from her mother's grasp. "Why don't you run along and play with your friends, the adults need to have a boring conversation."

"Okay, daddy," Hanna said, giving both of her parents a hug. She then turned to Alexander and dipped her head. "Bye, Alpha!"

"Take care, Hanna," Alexander said, nodding back. The three adults watched as Hanna ran away. "Smart and magically powerful kid. Only four years old and already stronger than you, Mark."

Mark smiled. "She takes after her mother. I could never win against her either," he said. Zhen shoved an elbow into his side causing him to wince.

"Don't beat him up too much, Zhen, his beauty is all he's got."

"He doesn't even have that," Zhen muttered. Mark faked a hurt expression, but couldn't maintain the face for long. All three adults laughed.

"Are you ready, Mark?" Alexander asked.

Mark nodded, before closing his eyes. His body slowly shrank until he returned to the size of an average human. Very few people had impressed Alexander enough for him to share the secret of becoming a Metamorphmagus, and even fewer had succeeded in unlocking the ability. The pain was simply too much for most.

"What took you so long?" Zhen asked, having used Alexander's moment of distraction to her advantage, shrinking her own height. Alexander rolled his eyes but shrank as well, and all three Lycans were once more human-sized.

"My tongue feels weird," Mark said, opening and closing his mouth a few times.

"That's because you forgot to shrink it, idiot," Zhen said, smacking her husband in his head.

"I didn't shrink something else," Mark said, wriggling his eyebrows. This time Alexander rolled his eyes.

"So you're ready then?" Alexander asked again. Mark nodded, adopting a very serious face.

"Just call me M," Mark said, the features of his face twisting into an entirely new person. It was of a non-magical agent that they had scouted out weeks ago.

"Ever since we became Lycans, Mark's head has swollen exponentially," Zhen false-whispered. Mark pouted while Alexander laughed.

"Do you have your cover story ready?" Alexander asked.

"Yes, Alpha," Mark said. Alexander gave him a warning look, causing him to blanch. "I mean, yes, sir."

"I've been interrogating the captured agent for weeks and coaching Mark," Zhen said. "So long as he minds his tongue, he should be fine. Then again, that's never been his strong suit."

"I thought you liked my tongue."

Zhen ignored that. "I'm still concerned about you meeting Potter. I didn't see any overt passphrases or other identifying actions to tip him off, but I'm not sure. If the rumors of Voldemort's war are accurate, I'd expect Potter to be far more paranoid."

Mark shrugged. "He's been living in peacetime, and I'll be wearing the face of a paranoid muggle he occasionally works with. Worst-case scenario I have to capture him so you can wipe his memories again. Besides, I'll just play up the paranoid bit, making it an inconvenience to visit me often. With any luck, Potter will remain focused on the Wizarding World."

Alexander nodded. "Your focus isn't Potter anyway. Use magic sparingly, we don't want to tip off the non-magicals that we're infiltrating them. Find out everything they know, and remain safe," Alexander half-ordered, half-growled.

Mark nodded. "You can count on me, sir," he said with a wink. Zhen smacked his head again.

"Daphne has agreed to babysit Hanna when you're both unavailable. She most likely will spend all her time at the school or our place," Alexander reminded them. "I'll also be assigning some guards to watch over her from a distance. I'm relying on you two and I can't risk you being compromised by anyone, not even the other Lycans. Make sure to only wear this face in secured areas, Mark."

He nodded. "Yes, sir. You can count on me. Now if you'll excuse us, I want to say goodbye to my wife in the way only a husband can."

Alexander rolled his eyes and waved a careless hand. A moment later he disappeared with a pop, appearing in the Acropolis.

Portkey and Apparation Wards were notoriously fickle things. The castor could exempt themselves from the wards, but it could only be done during the initial casting. If someone else wanted to move through the wards, they needed a talisman linked to the ward which would allow them to slide by the protections.

Initially, Alexander wanted to use the stone tablets he had gifted everyone but found that it broke them. Even as reinforced as they were, the tablets were too fragile to handle the wards that now protected the Acropolis. So Alexander relied on something far simpler.

A tiny stone feather, no larger than his thumb, was devised to act as the talisman and could be worn anywhere. It was only given to those who had learned how to Apparate, as well as passed an exam, but with the understanding that if they were caught trespassing they would face a harsh punishment:

They would be forced to babysit.

Lycan children had even more energy than human ones and healed from minor and major wounds almost instantly. They could transform just like adult Lycans, and mock fighting often led to vicious fights between children. Rarely were the wounds lethal, but the volume of blood caused many adults to be discomforted by taking care of the children.

Alexander couldn't relate but found babysitting to be an invaluable punishment as everyone agreed it to be a form of torture. After all, who would want to watch over six-year-olds with a penchant for drawing blood, and never growing tired?

"Hello, Daphne," Alexander said, wrapping his arms around his wife. She smiled down at him.

"Get your face off of my breasts, Alex," Daphne said. Both knew she was only protesting because of the nearby children.

Alexander did so, slowly growing to his proper height, and stealing a kiss on the way. He turned his attention to the dozens of nearby children, who were all looking at him in excitement, bouncing on their heels. With another grin, Alexander transformed into a Lycan, towering over the screaming children. They transformed and bolted, blurring away like blobs of fur. Alexander gave chase, howling in delight, and was pleased when several of the children answered with little howls of their own.

Alexander enjoyed watching over the children. Just like his father watched over and protected Alexander and his brothers, so too would he watch over these children. The future was for them after all.

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

AN: The idea of Lycan pups/cubs? is adorable.

Harry: I always was a little disappointed Rowling never had Harry cast the Killing Curse. And you can't tell me Harry never felt hatred, the burning need to kill someone. I do think it would have broken him, but that would have been a good moment for him to be rebuilt. The fact he cast a Crucio during his fifth year and nothing ever came from that was a little disappointing.

Prophecy: It's a popular fanon theory that the Prophecy was fake, this is just my take on it. Flamel was on the lookout for the next wizard he could mold to aid him (as Albus was on the decline, age wise). What better wizard to help you than one whose family has been fighting a Dark Lord since before they were even born?

Flamel: Hoped I described everything well in this chapter. If it wasn't obvious, I view him and Alexander equals in magic. Flamel has centuries of experience and control of course, but Alexander has created ways to close the gap. It was always my intention for them to have a little argument over who was the true alchemist between them, but that didn't work out as I had hoped.

Zhen: Yeah, this was always my intention to have her betray Flamel, to serve the true Immortal Alchemist. Everything she's done in this story Alexander is aware of, even encouraged her to do so. Including putting her husband under the Imperius Curse. Alexander isn't bothered by her "betrayal" because she didn't really succeed. He also knows how valuable someone of her skill and former position (because prior to the GWM she was in the Chinese Ministry), which are both far more important to Alexander than his ego.

Mark "M": Another thing I always intended. I didn't actually marry them until much later in the planning process, but I thought it fitting. Their daughter was born shortly after everyone was given the Lycan Serum, making her one of the first natural born Lycans. They're much smarter and stronger magically than the average wizard born child. By necessity, Alexander taught them both how to accomplish a Metamorphmagus transformation.

Babysitting: If you don't think that's a suitable punishment, you've never babysat. Throw in little terrors that have teeth, claws, and a regeneration ability and I imagine it to be even worse.

Apparation Tag: It has a small window of availability, in the range of two seconds or so, but I figured I'd be nice to Divination and give it a useful skill. Basically your using your magic to Remote View the location your target just arrived at and following along. You don't need to appear in the exact same spot (as you can see the surrounding area), but there is a higher risk of Splinching. (Not that, that matters to a Lycan though)

Alexander: Yeah, he just tanked a Killing Curse. I'll reveal how in the future. I also wrote the flashback section in such a way to remind everyone that Alexander isn't a crazy, power hungry monster. His actions are horrific, but they're all done with the desire of protecting his people/family. I also wanted to write a little reference to his father, who helped shaped him in the first story.

Government Structure: The Acropolis isn't a communist utopia, it's a meritocracy. Alexander is the highest power, he could do whatever he wants and no one could stop him, because he's risen to the top based off on his own accomplishments and power. Everyone can become equal to him, but they have to learn/grow into it, nothing is given or taken away to FORCE equality. There are certain things which are viewed as natural rights (Food, education, healthcare, etc) that cannot be taken away or denied. But just because something has socialist programs, doesn't make it communist.

I hope everyone is enjoying the story! The NEXT UPDATE will be in THREE DAYS!