Author's Note: Hi guys, I am so thankful for all of those who are reading my brainchild. While a few or many may be offended or confused by the directions of the story, don't worry. There is a reason for everything I write and hopefully you will understand if you all continue reading. Well here's my new chapter and once again thanks to all who are reading this story. Again I repeat the disclaimer, this story is very different from your usual AU so please don't get offended. So once again reviews with constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Chapter 1
Date: ?/?/?
Location: Dubai, UAE
Sharp movements of a heel were heard as a young woman entered a newly furnished and renovated conference room. Newly painted words of Arabic calligraphy ran through the large room of the former warehouse. Grey tinted upturned antique soda bottles housed LED lighting on the ceiling (A modern approach for sustainable furnishing, one might say) and beige sofas with cushions lined with asymmetrical patterns were arranged stylishly giving off a modernesque vibe.
The woman entered the swanky kitchen at the center of the office, looking for a coffee machine. Pressing a finger on the device, she decided for a simple latte. However she regretted it as she blanched at the amount of sweetness. ' Damn, I should have gone for the cinnamon tinted masala chai. ', she thought ruefully.
A month ago, Ellie received confirmation from an old contact that the governor of the Middle East Magical region was interested in a new product that she devised.
The products in question provided blueprints and runic sequences to build a well aerated and cheap expansion domes that can house individuals within certain surfaces like sand, clay etc (Hiding in a cave in the Gobi desert from possessed skeletons is an illuminating experience and Dr. Fischer complained too much for Ellie's blood pressure) . It was an innovative solution for housing the growing population of the magical world with increasing concerns for the secrecy of the magical world. However, despite the ease of the production which makes it attractive for developing nations, the large scale production commercial production is fraught with difficulty. Ellie does not think she would find many sponsors so she is going to avoid looking at a gift horse in the mouth.
" Ah, Ellie" , shouted a heavily accented voice.
Ellie turned and was confronted by a by the bronze tinted skin of a small dark haired female with well trimmed and thick eyebrows in a lavender pant suit.
" Oh Aisha, I did not expect to see you here" , she replied bemused.
' What would Aisha Al Sehni, the American- Lebanese foreign ambassador of the American Magical government be doing in an ostentatious conference room for entrepreneurs and investors hoping to create deals with the wealthy locals of the region.'
" Neither did I, are you here to negotiate with the Sheikh?"
" Ah yes and no, technically he wants to build a deal on one of my prototypes, however I have plans to collaborate with a few of the region's entrepreneurs in the Muggle region and buy a few shares, you know the usual. "
The level of noise in the escalated as the dark tinted automatic doors opened to reveal a sea of men in traditional regalia and the Sheikh walking with the American foreign minister.
" I didn't know that the minister was interested in land and estate dealership?"
"It's not publicly released yet but the American ministry is in turmoil over the bribery and corruption charges of a few prominent politicians. There are rumors of pending votes over the impeachment of the Minister of Magic. Minister Sutton is just continuing his overseas tour for expanding muggle and magical trade unions. "
"Wasn't it the new dark lord who provided evidence against the ministers?", Ellie remarked offhandedly.
However, Aisha merely shrugged.
Date: ?/?/?
Location: Los Angeles , USA
It was a normal, bright sunny day on the other side of the world in June and light filtered through the artificial binds of a large cozy and sleek 8-bedroom apartment in Uptown drive, as the clock read 3 p.m. on the digital headboard. Summer was beginning to creep in and Harry sighed, staring despondently at his Alchemy textbook. The coefficient of deformation for gold was much higher than that of iron, so did that mean gold was a better conduit for re transformation of compounds at an elementary level or does it destabilize the entire bonding between the atoms or better yet was it an exception.
(Alchemy, the subject of 101 exceptions)
The dark haired boy slumped languidly on the 7-seater sofa in front of the virtual broadcasting machine or Bod. The setting on the device was programmed to emulate a 3-D version of a green flame and top off the contemporary vibes of the room filled with wooden and rustic chandeliers on the ceiling and antique sculptures and art works along the pedestals placed strategically in a quaint disarray.
The boy rolled his emerald eyes to stare at the data pad on the glass table in front of him. Holidays have just begun in the Salem's Academy and good quality education for future voters required a copious amount of homework to be dumped over the summer.
The 11-year old did not know why he had to suffer the fate of traditional schooling. He spoke his first words when he was a year old and was able to frame legible sentences 4- months later. At the age of four, he began reading all his mother's consultation proposals for fun. (Mom was so predictable sometimes, 'Harry80' really?)
He even accompanied his mother on all her 'vacations' and was able to create his first runic sequence for an ancient sacrificial ritual a few years ago. He even read all his mother's old dark arts textbooks from school. ( Well not all, he read her school text books, but she refused to give the obscure textbooks she received during her mastery )
So why did his mother think that a classroom filled with snot nosed brats and childish demons would be a good social and developmental experience.
Now he was subjected to profuse homework on inane and mundane topics.
Curses and Enchantments required an individual presentation on ' The dangers of forbidden curses', but everyone knows about the dangers. Those who didn't were idiots who lived under a rock. He only had to complete worksheets for charms and mathematics. However the homework for magical history and alchemy just takes the cake; a group presentation. For someone having an IQ exceeding most adults, that was just a degradation of his base instinct.
He much preferred the homeschooling of his earlier years.
So Harry takes a new pet project and reads his mom's final year text book again and was stumped over the theory of inter conversion of base and elementary reactions. It was too tedious a procedure. However, before he could ponder further, the elevator pinged signaling the arrival of the only adult he could tolerate the most.
" Someone's home early." , he remarked dryly.
" Hey, sweetheart, the meeting took far longer than I expected it to. " , Ellie chirped brightly with a large grin. Dropping her expensive faux leather skin bag on the table, she stretched leisurely on the navy sofa, and removed her nude heels with great gusto.
"It went well then?" , Harry asked with raised eyebrows.
"Better than expected, your mom now has a partnership to create more Fi-7 models and what more," she spoke dramatically in a sing-song voice, " You are now looking at the owner of half of Ramirez's distinguished tech company. "
" What a dreadful business mom, " Harry spoke with greater interest, staring at how his mom's iridescent green eyes gleamed cheerfully. " however did you manage to do that in ... I believe 4 hours."
Ellie merely cackled evilly and flipped her dark brown hair with one hand.
Harry sighed at the sight. His mom was a distinguished master of Necromancy and Alchemy, tutored by elusive masters of the Ancient world who could summon demons from the Netherworld, commune with evil spirits and control large armies of dead skeletons. However, it was times like this that he felt he would forever be dominated by the presence of idiots.
" Well are you tired or do you think you're up for the next trip?" , Ellie asked with a burst of excitement.
" Well, anything other than homework is quite preferable, so I am up.", Harry replied, jumping off the sofa, extending his hand towards his mother. " Hmm, so where to next then I wonder. ", his mother merely shrugged and placed her larger well manicured hand on his soft and smooth ones.
A few moments later, a soft pop could be heard as mother and son disappeared.
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