Hello again all!

Welcome to chapter two of Newcomer in Night City, not the best of names I know but I thought it up at 4AM so I was operating on zombie brain at the time lol.

Anyways I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and let's get on with it.

-DISCLAIMER- As always I do not own Harry Potter or Cyberpunk 2077, Edgerunners, Red etc. etc. If I did then maybe Voldemort would have had a nose.

Chapter Two: Pacifica

Harry wakes up to the small streams of light that penetrate the cracks between the boards on the window, still huddled in on himself from his breakdown last night. With a small grunt he brings himself into a seated position at the foot of the bed, eyes still blurry from sleep as he takes stock of his surroundings. "I was hoping that this had just been another nightmare..." he grumbles to himself. Outside his temporary home the sounds of city life can be heard, people walking and talking, absorbed in their own little worlds as they go on about their day as if the carnage from the previous night was just your average everyday occurrence. 'Based on what little I've seen, it just might be.' he thinks to himself.

Harry places his face in his hands with a groan, "What kind of mess did you end up in this time Potter?" he grumbles, the words muffled behind his hands. He stays like this for several minutes before shaking his head and standing up from the bed. "Okay, we've been in situations worse than this, we just need to find a news stand or something and get a lay of the land." he says as he begins making sure he has everything on him he needs when a small glint catches his eye.

There on the floor where he must have dropped it last night is the now pale stone, merely seeing it makes Harry want to give up, the feeling of being alone as prevalent now as it was the night before. "No time for tears, you have more important things that need doing." stretching down to pick up the stone, he quickly pockets it before heading to the window of the apartment. with a quick canceling of the sticking charm and casting of the levitation charm he lowers the same board he removed to gain entry down from the windowsill, "Okay first things first, find some kind of news stand or information kiosk and figure out where I am." he ducks down and peers out the opening of the window to make sure nobody is within sight that might catch him in the act. "Secondly, find some food, it's been days since you've eaten." he mumbles off his 'To-do' list as he carefully climbs through the hole and into a crouched position below. With a flick of his wand he sets the board back into place before sheathing it away back into the holster strapped to his arm. 'At least I still have you with me, I'm not sure what I would have done otherwise.' he signs before slowly making his way down the trash ridden steps of the complex.

As Harry gets to street level he immediately starts walking down the main road, doing his to best to seem like any other random passerby and avoid any spots that look to have too many people gathered around. 'The last thing I need is to run into anymore people like Viper and Mono.' he thinks to himself with a small snort, the very idea of being able to really avoid trouble sounding actually funny to the young wizard.

As he walks Harry really starts to take in his surroundings and a few things stand out the most to him. 'The architecture is weird, a lot of these buildings look like they would have been incredibly impressive freshly built.' He thinks as he gives a wide birth around a group of shady looking people hanging out in front of what looks like to be some kind of clothing store. 'So why is everything in such disrepair and covered in garbage?' The idea that this city of neon lights, even if far from what looks like the center, is anything but shiny leaves Harry a bit stumped.

His walk brings him to a large series of makeshift homes, the kind you might see in disaster areas after a bad hurricane but these had obviously been around for a long time, each having their own 'charm'. Harry notices something different about this area than the rest he'd seen so far. the large smattering of graffiti showcasing this area of belonging to those Voodoo Boys Viper and Mono had mentioned before. Normally something like this wouldn't stop Harry from at least looking around, being as naturally curious as he is, but something else kept him at a respectful distance. 'Why is everyone staring at me?' he thinks almost aloud before his brain caught up with his mouth. These aren't the kind of stares he was used to as being the boy-who-lived, no these stares felt more like the ones he got in his second year of Hogwarts when he was accused of unleashing Slytherin's monster upon the school. 'This is pure distrust, they want it to be clear that I'm not welcome here.' He realizes after a moment.

Not wanting to start any trouble for himself, Harry continues on his path further away from what he assumes is the Voodoo Boy's turf. The feeling of eyes watching him as he goes, what he doesn't realize is who one these pairs of eyes belongs to. Unseen to Harry, a figure stares down upon him from the shadows of a church window with eyes that have seen much and yearn to see beyond. "Well now, what do we have here?" they ask aloud, not expecting a real answer. "What would a young unchipped white boy be doing all the way out in my backyard?" they continue, having tried to run a diagnostic on the wayward youth and come up with nothing.

The figure moves away from the window and into the light of the church interior, Their hair is cut short and dark in color, the fringe laying across their forehead messily. The light reveals the figure to be that of a woman, presumably in their mid to late thirties, their lips painted gold to match the round earrings that dangle slightly. She wears a black netrunner bodysuit with a brown leather jacket over the top. "He was wise to stay away." A new voice echoes lightly across the interior. A large man with thick dreadlocks hanging past his ears and around his shoulder, joins the woman in the light. "Had he stepped foot across that street being zeroed would be the least of his worries." The man continues, "Still, it is quite unusual to see someone like him around here without any of us noticing him this far into our turf."

"An enigma he may be." The woman starts, "But not enough to warrant our attention, for now." A grunt of affirmation the only thing she hears from her companion. "Keep an eye out for the boy, if he starts trouble then take care of him." She says before walking down the stair of the church into the heart of their operation. They had much more important matters to attend to, after all, the Blackwall won't breach itself.

-Back with Harry-

Harry kept walking until he could no longer feel the burning stares following his every move, which took quite a while much to his discomfort, before finally coming across something he hopes will be able to help him figure something out, he stumbled upon a small kiosk tucked away in a corner. The sign above it read, "Nadège's Info Hub: Know Before You Go." Curiosity piqued, Harry approached the kiosk, where a woman in her mid-thirties stood behind the counter. She had sleek cybernetic enhancements, glittering tattoos that seemed to blend into the colorful display of her surroundings. Her name, Nadège, was displayed on a holographic nameplate.

Nadège glanced up from her screen as Harry approached, her expression a mix of skepticism and weariness. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion. Harry's green eyes scanned the array of information displays on the kiosk before settling on Nadège, unsure of where to even begin. Noticing his apprehension she takes a quick moment to really look him over and expertly hides the shock and interest behind a mask of indifferent boredom. 'Does he have zero chrome?' she thinks before getting back to the matter at hand, "You're not from around here are you kid?" she asks, making a point to eye him up and down a bit, conveying his stark contrast from the local populace. "Uh, yeah. I'm... I'm a bit lost. Can you tell me where I am?"

Nadège raised an eyebrow, studying Harry with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "You're in Pacifica, kid. Welcome to Night City. The place where gangs thrive, corporations rule over us all and where dreams come to die.

Harry's confusion deepened, he had never heard of Night City before. "Night City? What's that? I don't think I've ever heard of such a place."

Nadège let out a weary disbelieving sigh, her cybernetic fingertips tapping against the countertop. "Where are you from kid?" she asks, maybe the kid is a lost Nomad or something, "I'm from Surrey, England." Harry replies, not bothering to mention that he was technically at his school in Scotland before ending up here. Nadège does a double take, "How the...You're a looooong way from home kid." she says, trying to wrap her head around what she just heard but now that she thinks about it his accent is obviously foreign and his clothing looks really dated. "How did you end up all the way in the United States?" she asks.

Harry remains silent for a few moments, quickly thinking how much he could reveal about his situation, before mentally slapping himself for even thinking of telling the truth, he'd get in all sorts of trouble if he did that. Deciding on a partial truth harry replies, "I..well to be honest I'm not too sure." he says. "What do you mean you're not sure?" she asks, starting to feel exasperated with this conversation. Harry shrugs and shakes his head a bit, "I mean the last thing I remember is I was at my school, then something happened to make my black out and the next thing I know is I wake up buried under a small mountain of garbage in an alleyway down by the large abandoned looking apartment complexes." Harry explains, sounding more and more tired and defeated as the words leave his mouth.

Nadège looks incredibly skeptical of his explanation causing Harry to let out a large sigh of frustration, "Look I know how it sounds okay, but it's the truth. Now I'm in a City I've never heard of, in a country not my own, I've been harassed by what I can only assume to be gang members, shot at by strangers having a small war in the streets in the middle of the night, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I have nothing but the clothes on my back and I am desperately trying to figure out what to do!" by the end of his rant Harry realizes he had begun shouting at some point while some tears began building in his eyes, his frustration at his situation incredibly apparent.

It takes Nadège several minutes of scrutiny before she decides that unbelievable as it was, he was telling the truth. "Okay kid, calm yourself, look have a seat at the counter and I'll tell you everything you need to know about where we are, okay?" she gestures to one of the empty stool at the counter and with a nod Harry slips into the seat and rests his arms atop the counter. "Alright, first off I can't just keep calling you kid, what's your name and how old are you?" she asks.

"My name is Harry Potter, I'm seventeen years old." Harry answers, "I'll be eighteen soon though." he adds in quickly. "All right Harry, it's nice to meet you, my name is Nadège but I'm sure you figured that out from the signs." she says getting a amused snort from Harry, "Okay look, like I said before, you are currently in Night City, or to be more specific, your in the district of Pacifica. You with me so far?" she asks and gets a nod in return. "Okay good, now the first thing you need to know about Pacifica is that you should not be here." She holds up her hand, stopping Harry from making his confusion known. "Let me finish Harry, now what I mean by that is Pacifica, like all of the districts in Night City are controlled by a gang, there are Eight main gangs you should know about, each of them stick to their specific districts for the most part." she says before pulling up a screen and flipping through pictures in order to get a small slideshow ready to help explain. All the while Harry looks on in intrigue, noticing that the screen doesn't have a "back" piece to it and all the words and pictures seem to be just, floating in the confines of the screen border.

"Okay, we'll start with the Valentinos." She said, pulling up some pictures of some graffiti depicting the letter 'V' usually covered in rose petals. "During the 2020s, the Valentinos were a bunch of posers and not much of a gang, they dedicated themselves to seducing the most attractive women in Night City. The more unobtainable she appeared to be, the more determined to dock they became. They did not maintain any territory, and had no goals outside of seducing and sleeping with pretty women. They were also usually pretty harmless as a result aside from being a band of home wreckers." She explains, making faces of disgust at their early exploits and purpose.

"By the 2060s, this had changed dramatically. The Valentinos are one of Night City's largest cartels and are bound by a strong moral code and century-old traditions of the Catholic god and protecting them and theirs. This protection does not cover any ethnic or religious group, simply those that came up in Heywood alongside them. The Valentinos control a large pat of the Latino areas of Heywood and they treat values such as honor, justice, and brotherhood extremely seriously." she finishes with showing some picture examples of what some Valentinos may look like.

"So if I'm ever in, where did you say they had conrtol over? Heywood?" receiving a nod he continues, "So if I'm ever in the area, just be respectful and mind my own business right?" he asks.

"That's a pretty good rule of thumb around Night City in general, but don't think just because you're minding your own biz that some gangoon won't just decide to mug you or worse. you never know who you're walking next to in Night City Harry and most people aren't going to be kind to strangers." Nadège explains with a huff.

"Present company excluded right?" Harry asks slightly playfully, earning a snort of amusement in return.

"I haven't decided yet." she replies with a small grin.

"Oh...so, about those gangs?" Harry says in a very obvious change to the original topic.

Nadège rolls her eyes a bit but gets back to business. "So next we have the Tyger Cla-actually, we should go over the gang that puts you in the most danger right now." she says, changing her mind as she sees it is getting pretty late.

"The Voodoo Boys?" Harry asks.

She nods, "What do you know about them?"

"Not a whole lot, I've heard a couple people mention them in passing and I've seen the graffiti." He explains.

"Good, now let me tell you why you should be as far away from them as humanly possible." she clears her throat and brings up some of the most gruesome scenes on her screen, picture upon picture of people being murdered in the streets, bodies mutilated beyond recognition. "In the 2000s, the Voodoo Boys started as a terrorist gang of drug dealers. They were engaged in weird magic rituals, and deal non-synthetic drugs to students near the University. They were sadistic and pitiless, willing to kill, torture, and rape for any or no reason at all. Victims would sometimes be warned with chicken blood and feathers on their doorstep. They never really stuck to any single motive either, at least not one that could be figured out by the police. Mutilating and maiming victims was common, as was dissecting their body parts for rituals or to inspire terror." Nadège punctuates the use of "magic rituals" with finger quotes. causing Harry to sweat a little bit at the possibility of a band of dark wizards big enough to use rituals openly without repercussion.

"Their nihilism and drug use was attractive to some university students and they were sometimes let into the gang, but they are never considered real members. more like willing meat-shields and bottomless wallets." she continues while she slowly begins to lock up some of her equipment.

"No outsider had ever successfully infiltrated the gang. They had no fixed headquarters or crash pads. The location and time for the next meeting was chosen at the end of each meeting. At least two high profile medias died while trying to cover the gang for a news story. They were considered a priority for the NCPD, violent and dangerous. The terror they inspired was successful in keeping the local merchants quiet and uncooperative with the police, snitches never last long in Night City after all."

"They were most often found at Hababas, an ex-biker bar. This was where most of their drugs were dealt. Despite the biosculpting, tattoos, feather implants, and bones through their noses and ears, most members of the gang started as average white boys. Most were male, though female members existed as well. The females were often much worse since they had twice as much to prove." To Harry they sounded as bad, if not even worse than even some of the more brutal Death Eaters, a shudder working its way down his body at the idea of them ever joining forces.

Mistaking his reaction, Nadège sighs a bit before clicking off some screens around the kiosk. "Hate to say it Harry, but it only gets worse from there." she says, bringing his attention back to her. "Over the decades the gang saw major changes, as real Haitians and other refugees from the decimated Dominican Republic started to move into Night City. These refugees had taken offense with the Voodoo Boys and then started maiming victims and dissecting the dead with machetes, leaving body parts as warnings to others who challenged them. In 2045, the Voodoo Boys began a reorganization of the gang. The gang became comprised of voodoo priests and priestesses, the prominent caste in the Creole culture of the Haitian diaspora."

"In 2062, climate change wiped Haiti off the face of the earth and initiated a new chapter of the Voodoo Boys' history. The gang became the self-appointed guardians of Haitian refugees' interests and safety in the Pacifica combat zone. The Voodoo Boys became more focused on netrunning and rumor has it that they are trying to poke a hole into the Blackwall in order make contact with the rogue A.I on the other side, but nobody really knows for sure." She says motioning for Harry to step back from the counter a bit so she can close the sliding plate cover. "So now we get to the part where you are concerned and there's no easy way to say this kid but you have got to be the most obviously out of place person in Pacifica."

"W-what do you mean?" Harry asks, confused and worried that she might somehow know what he is.

"What I mean." Nadège begins, trying to limit how sarcastic she really wants to sound here. "Is that you are running around here, dressed in some of the most antiquated clothing I have ever seen outside of a museum, without a single scrap of chrome on you in a city filled to the brim with people who have anywhere between the most common of neuralware installed to the most borged out monstrosities like Adam Smasher and yet you're walking around as if you've never seen anything like it before." She says as she locks up the employee door to her kiosk before turning around to stare down slightly at Harry.

"On top of that, I saw that look of shock and wonder when you first saw my implants and tattoos and it wasn't the look of someone who appreciates some good chrome when they see it." She sits down on one of the outside stools and motions for Harry to do the same. "It was the look of someone who has never seen implants before in his life." she says giving him a pointed look.

"I don't..I'm not.." Harry tries to formulate a response but Nadège holds up a hand, stopping his fumbled words in their tracks. "Listen kid, we all have our secrets and I'm not going to pry into your private life for now but you need to understand, you're a target out here. Not only from the Voodoo Boys but also from scavengers and everyone else looking to start some trouble because they are bored. You need to get out of Pacifica. I'd say you should head to one of the other districts, maybe Heywood, it has it's problems too but you're less likely to get zeroed out there than you are here."

Harry thinks, it won't be easy to make it out of Pacifica without any money or transportation, luckily for him though he has a few tricks up his sleeve if push comes to shove.

"How do I get to Heywood from here?" Harry asks.

Nadège takes a moment to think over a decision she has been considering since his big outburst at the start of their talk. "Do you have a phone Harry?" she asks, expecting the answer before he even has the chance to look sheepish for not having something so basic. honestly only adding to the mystery that was Harry Potter for her. With a shake of his head confirming it for her, she reaches into her back pocket and removes a sleek, if not a little bulk looking rectangular object and hands it to him. "This is my old spare, I've kept it on me just in case of emergency but you could use it more than me right now, I don't want to hear about you getting flatlined because you got lost and had no way to contact anyone." She explains how to use it to him and shows him both how to make a call if he needs to and how to bring up the map on screen. "It's a pretty basic Agent, but it gets the job done for sure." She finishes while passing the phone to him, practically shoving it in his hands when it looked like he might protest.

"Consider it an investment." she says, cutting him off before he even had a chance to say no. "If you live long enough to find some work or something then you can pay me back later, my number is on there so you can call me if you need someone to talk to or have any questions, I know pretty much all you might need about Night City." She brags a bit with a smirk at the end.

Harry can't contain the few tears that manage to slip, it's been a long time since someone, a total stranger at that, would be willing to help him out like she is right now without expecting something up front. There were exceptions of course, but he could count them on both hands and still have plenty of fingers left over. Taking a moment to compose himself he gratefully pockets the phone, it sitting snuggly next to the resurrection stone. "Thank you, Nadège, I don't know how long it'll take but I promise to pay you back for this." he says, not feeling as alone in the world anymore with her offer to call.

"No problem kid, now I don't know where you're staying...you do have a place to stay, right?" She asks, suddenly thinking she might have to let him crash on her couch too. He quickly nods his head, not wanting her to put herself out there for him anymore than she already has.

"I've got a place for now, it's not the prettiest thing in the world but it has four walls, a roof and the toilet works." He says lightheartedly, hoping she doesn't pry any further than that.

She leans closer a bit, eyeing him up and down some, as if trying to find a lie to exploit. After a small bit she finally lets out a reluctant sign and nods to him. "Alright kid, I won't go digging into how you found somewhere so fast considering where you claim you woke up, as long as you don't get caught."

"Now." she starts, looking Harry in the eye and trying to sound as serious as she can. "Two things are going to happen next, it's getting too late to try to get out of Pacifica right now, as dangerous as the place is during the day, it becomes a whole other monster at night. So you." she points at Harry, "Are going to come with me to that vending machine over there." she points a thumb behind her to the corner where a few different machines that Harry 'now' knows are vending machines. "I'm going to buy you some food to get through the night and tomorrow morning. and then you." she points back at him, "Are going to head back to where ever it is you're staying until dawn at the earliest, it should be pretty quiet around then and then you are going to get out of Pacifica and into Heywood, or where ever you decide to go, just don't be 'here'." she then gestures to their surroundings. "You get me?" She finished finally.

Harry can only nod at her command, the look in her eyes and tone conveying all he needs to hear. "I get you Nadège." He says, his gratitude at everything she's doing for him settling as a pleasant warmth inside that he thought he wouldn't be feeling again anytime soon.

Shortly after grabbing a couple bites of food and drinks from the nearby vending machines, Nadège send him on his way but not before receiving a very grateful hug from the young man, an act she might never know how rare it would be for him to initiate that kind of contact with anyone. "Thanks for everything Nadège, you have no idea how much this means to me and I promise I'll pay you back for this some day soon." Harry says, releasing the surprised woman.

Recovering her composure, Nadège smiles at him before shooing him away. "I'll hold you to that kid, now hurry along, it's going to be dark soon and I wouldn't want all this to be wasted just because you got caught up in something stupid on your way back." she says with a chuckle. "Call me if you need help navigating your way out, the agent should be able to do most of the work but I imagine it could still be confusing for you for a while." She starts walking away with a wave. "Take care Harry and keep in touch."

"I will!" he agrees easily, feeling that even if he ended up here alone, there were some people around that he could make some friends with, or at the very least there are some people who won't just try to shoot him because he crossed the wrong street or something. "This has been a good day." he says aloud to himself happily as he turns and begins making his way back toward his little hidey hole at the apartment complex.

His trip back was just as stressful as his first one, the eyes that follow, latching onto him the moment he's within sight and not leaving him once more until he is well away from the Voodoo Boy's turf. "At least everyone seems to be ignoring me now." Harry thinks to himself as he crosses under an overpass filled with burned out cars and cardboard huts, the homeless community being pretty large in this part of town. Or at leas tit would be if anyone was there. A feeling of dread starts to pool in his core, there's nobody in sight, there's no sounds one might expect from a city and the quiet just screams trouble.

"Well look who we have here boys!" A frighteningly familiar voice yells out to his left. Emerging from the dark of the alleyway is non other than Viper, and he looks pissed. "If it isn't our little runaway, finally out in the open huh?" He asks with a snarl. "You had me and my boys looking all night for you after your pals started that fight on our turf last night." he says as if coming from a concerned parent, it would have been almost half way believable if the look on his face didn't scream horrid murder in Harry's near future.

Harry tenses as the sound of footsteps are heard all around him now, he takes a tentative look to see he is surrounded by six gang members, all coming out of hiding in wait from behind cars and boxes, some he recognizes from the previous night and some are new. Suddenly he is grabbed by the scruff of his shirt from behind, a quick looks reveals Mono having a tight grip on him with his cyberarm. "Nowhere to run this time choom, we owe you and your people for last night and since we couldn't find them, we'll have to settle for you." Mono says with a twisted grin, the expression doing him no favors in the looks department as far as Harry is concerned.

Viper walks right up to Harry and Mono and stops right in front of the boy-who-lived with a sinister smile. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before we get to the good part?" he asks with a tone that promises a world of pain before a slow end.

Harry takes a moment to assess his options, 'Well, I'm out numbered, I'm outgunned for sure, there's nobody around who can help and I'm not going to put Nadège in any danger for my sake.' With these thoughts, Harry comes to a quick decision, one that just might come back to bite him in the ass later but with his options being this limited he lets out a sign of frustrated acceptance for his next move. "Yeah, I have something I'd like to say before you get your rocks off killing someone weaker than you." Harry says with a bit of snark, feeling that familiar spark of determination to survive against someone trying to kill him that's been honed since his eleventh birthday.

"And what's that?" Viper asks, leaning down mockingly as if to hear Harry better.

Two things happen in this moment, the first is what sounds like something slipping from a holster and with what Viper assumes is a stick now pointed at his face, harry yells "Depulso!" and Viper is sent flying back down the alley, out of view from everyone present until a loud crash is heard. The gang is stunned still at this small punk somehow managing to send their wrecking ball of a boss ass over end through the air of all things. Mono is the first one to break from his shock, but before he can so much as call his Boss's name the second part of Harry's master plan kicks in and with a quick turn and a loud bang he disappears right in front of them all, even managing to take away a small souvenir as well. "Wha-Where's my FUCKING ARM!?" Mono yells as fluids start pouring from torn cables and pumps. "What the fuck just happened!?" he yells again, trying to wrap his mind around the last forty few minutes and coming up short.

Another gang member comes to his aid and starts leading him away from the area, "Someone come with me to get him to a ripperdoc, the rest of you go make sure the boss didn't flatline or something!" the rest snap out of their shock long enough to scramble around and follow the order, it doesn't even matter if he wasn't the boss, the rest follow his direction and work to get it done. There's one thing they all will later come to agree on, whatever kind of chrome that kid's packing, it ain't worth the danger it seems to posses.

-Back with Harry-

Harry appears right in the middle of the room he slept in the night before, falling on his ass after tripping on the dismembered cyberarm now on the floor with him. "Ow!, what the?" he asks aloud, seeing the still wiggling and grasping hand and jerking forearm on the ground next to him. "Oh man, that had to hurt." he thinks out loud with a small hysterical chuckle, the situation finally making itself known in his head. "I just performed magic in front of muggles..." he whispers, Harry then spends the next half hour still sitting on the floor with his food a little ways away where it dropped when he fell and the arm still shuffling around like a demented worm. "Nothing..." he says softly. No letter saying aurors are on the way, no contact of any kind from a magical questioning his use of magic in front of the mundane or even so much as a warning.

"Nobody is coming are they?" Harry asks the arm, not really expecting it to answer him back. With a sign he gets up, picks up his food and sit on the foot on the bed. He gets about half way through his meal of some kind of weird burrito and something called NiCola before his situation smacks him back to reality. "If there are is nobody coming to arrest me for breaking the statute of secrecy, does that mean there aren't any magicals in Night City, or does it just mean they are all as uncaring about everything as a lot of the people around here seem to be?" he asks again, seeing the arm in what seems to be it's final death throes as it starts to go still.

"I'm talking to an arm..." he thinks aloud, finding little humor in the act. With a quick thought, he finishes his meal and sets the other food on the table for tomorrow before settling back onto the bed and pulling out the agent he was gifted. Flipping it on Harry begins scrolling the net, hoping to find anything that might hint that his newly growing fear isn't the correct one. 'What if the reason that I'm not being hunted by this country's ministry is because there sin't one...what if I'm the only one?' the thought fills him with almost equal parts dread and relief.

If he is the only one here, then that means he might not have to hide as much as he thought, sure he probably shouldn't walk down the street casting cleaning charms left right and center, even though the place could really use it. "I'll just have to play it by ear and be careful." he mumbles while laying down across the bed, still flipping through the net, if he's going to survive in this place, he needs to know more about it and the first step to learning about something new is reading. "Hermione would be proud." he chuckles a bit before settling in completely for the night. After all.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

Man oh man, that was one info-dump of a chapter and I'm sorry for the lack of any real action a whole two chapters into the story but this is necessary for what I have in store going forward. Also, for those of you who are afraid of OCs in these kinds of stories, calm yourselves, Viper, Mono and Nadège will be playing a smaller role in things as this story progresses, but they won't be cut out for good, or will they? I dunno yet XD

Still shaking off the rusty writers muscles here.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I look forward to seeing you all in the next one. fuckin peace yo.