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Elysium
–Damian Hawthorne–
"You want me to what?" He gawked at the smiling Newt and the stone faced Sev, who looked as if he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
"Yes," Newt confirmed his fears, "I am old and dying. Elysium and Voltrok will soon need a new guardian, of sorts."
He snorted at that, "Are you sure that's right? I don't think Voltrok needs protection from anything."
Apparently, the old man was like the lynchpin for this pocket dimension, and Voltrok was the physical manifestation of the dimension itself.
Mother Magic created them and then gave me the purpose to help them become as strong as possible and to search for the next one in line.
Newt truly believed every word he spoke, and in his own words, he was the one who was the next in line person, and now that Newt had found him, it was as if he had been freed of any worldly issues, something that irked Sev no doubt.
Either Newt had gone Coocoo, which was kind of possible, or he was just more in tune with the voice in the head that told him this, the same one that got in his head when he saw stuff like a Baby Unicorn being killed or a House Elf in distress, and he did not know which one was worse in terms of the implications.
Either Newt was somewhat gone in the head and had access to a terrifying magical weapon in the form of a dragon or Mother Magic was a somewhat sentient entity who was capable of screwing with his mind.
Both being a nightmare recipe for him.
"No," Newt shook his head at his reply, "No, Voltrok doesn't need protection, but this place does. The creatures still outside, hunted down each day, certainly do, not to mention the plants. Oh! The plants that are being extracted and killed off far earlier than what is natural is just as harmful as harvesting magical creatures for parts. What I need you to do is take charge and bring all of them here."
All of them? Here?
What a wonderful way to wage a one man war against the wizarding world. A war that would have no winners. He would lose, obviously, potentially even before doing anything major, as Kamar Taj would certainly mobilise once it became clear that he was going to do something that would irreparably harm not just the magical world but the whole world at large.
Some part of him also screamed bloody murder to his senses about this whole thing being a giant trap designed specifically for someone like him. Someone with huge potential and knowledge of how to use that potential for devastating effects. All of it screamed a trap to him. He feared that taking the mantle from Newt would just mean that Mother Magic would get much better access to his mind.
A form of brainwash, if you will, because while Newt had always been one for all the Magical creatures, he had never been this bad. Something happened to him, and the thought of that thing being discovering and becoming the anchor of this place would not get out of his mind.
He did NOT want that.
Sighing internally, he debated a way to get OUT of this place, first and foremost. The rest could be done later on. Sev, Newt, and even Voltrok were no threat to him, as long as he was focused on leaving. Gravity control was one hell of a trick, but as long as he could teleport even once, that would be enough for him to get away.
If Voltrok could control gravity to the point of bending space, then he might just have to brute force the whole thing, relying on the excellent granular control from his enchantments to battle the whiplash that would undoubtedly fall on his body once Voltrok started playing with the gravity acting on his body.
"I'm sorry," Better to make it quick and clear, "I don't think I am ready for that. I am still young, and while I am powerful, I don't think just power will cut it. Otherwise, Dumbledore would have been one of your first choices, no?"
Newt's frowning face gradually eased up as he explained his reasoning, but then it darkened at the mention of Dumbledore.
"Not a fan of the Headmaster, I take it?"
Newt sighed before replying, "No. People like Dumbledore are the reason the world is what it is today, why Elysium exists, and why my role is more important than ever. People with all the power in the world, who refuse to use it for the good."
Ah. That would do it.
He, too thought that Dumbledore was not doing much with his power, but oh well, not much he could do about that, except work on his own power and do the stuff he wanted to do.
"I see." He chose to reply neutrally.
"Annyway," Newt said, as if snapping out of his thoughts, "I can see that it was too early for this. You might have power in spades, but you still need convincing, and I can't just force someone to do this. It would defeat its whole purpose. So, why don't you let Sev take you out, and once you feel you are ready, you can come back here?"
Suppressing the immense surprise he felt at Newt just letting him go, he nodded and stood up as a doorway opened up behind him, with just a gentle thrust from the old man's walking stick. Seriously, what was up with that walking stick? It felt…strange to his senses, as if magic kept sliding off of it, not letting him feel the true nature of that magic.
Turning around, he walked alongside Sev, who was as silent as ever, and who was also maybe brainwashed. He stopped once he heard Newt speak.
"Remember. I am waiting." Newt said with a crooked smile. He gave the man a strained smile, and got out of the gate, leaving him standing in a clearing with no indication of where he had just been and who he had just met.
Turning on the spot, he disappeared, chain teleporting to reach his Portal Room back in his Lair.
After a thorough check on his person to make sure he hadn't brought something unexpected, even after going through his usual quarantine processes before entering the Portal Room, he went to his office to write down some stuff.
Checking the time, he saw that he only had about an hour left before he needed to go back to Hogwarts, to make sure that his routine of morning run around the Great Lake was not broken. He could have gone back immediately, went to sleep, and gone back to running, but he felt like this should be handled properly, should be written down properly, just in case.
Elysium Docs: Entry 3
Newt Scamander has been compromised. Thoroughly. The Entity he affectionately calls Mother Magic has brainwashed him, pushing his rational thoughts to the extreme.
The hold is such that Newt does not care about the consequences of using power against the wizarding world, as long as the Magical Creatures and Plants are taken care of.
I fear that the man known to the world as Newt Scamander is no longer there. Only his shell remains, piloted by a man who has succumbed to an ideology that will end in nothing but bloodshed. He sees power and wishes that power to be used for a purpose that is not just illogical, but self defeating.
The pocket dimension known as Elysium is not capable of housing all the magical creatures, especially since it is not a self regulating, self expanding unanchored alternate dimension, but an anchored pocket dimension kept alive by constant infusion of magic from the anchor(Newt himself), the ambient magic released by all the creatures living and breeding inside and presumably, magic infusions from the entity known as Mother Magic.
The point of concern is the existence of the entity known as Voltrok. A draconic being capable of manipulating gravity naturally, who was, according to Newt, the physical manifestation of Elysium and its guardian.
An annotation with disturbing implications. A physical entity can be killed off, even if they are a drago with esoteric abilities. But I fear that putting down a being who has the magical might of an entire pocket dimension behind it will be impossible without drawing attention, possible help from Mother Magic notwithstanding.
He sighed, looking at the third entry in the doc. He had first done this when he had finally built a safe enough housing to write down his thoughts. The first two docs were full of positive vibes. Talking about a literal magical place, in the middle of a frozen wasteland, housing a tropical paradise for magical creatures, where they roamed around and lived without any fear of being hunted down by the magical community simply because they could potentially be discovered by encroaching non magicals.
A noble mission, he had called it.
He scoffed at that. How naive and ignorant he had been. Not only was that mission doomed from the start, but if Newt wanted even a smidge of a chance at finishing his so-called mission, he would have to do so from within. From within the system, by wrangling the member states of the ICW and frankly, more than that, into crossing the finish line.
Sure, it seemed unrealistic to expect cooperation from people who openly flouted Dumbledore, taking advantage of his pacifist nature, but if one had the power of Voltrok and some allies on their side, saving more and more magical creatures certainly seemed doable.
Hell, if one was to use power in the most flagrant way possible, then taking control of nations to achieve their goal, or creating an organisation to do it, seemed a better way. Well, in front of destroying key parts of the economy of the global magical world, destroying anyone who worked in those sectors, destroying their livelihood, and destroying non magical settlements near vulnerable Magical Creatures, any plan would seem downright reasonable.
Shaking his head, he began noting down the anomalies he wanted to note down, about himself.
Mental Self Rumination: Entry 1
Expected interference from another all powerful entity. Mental compulsion embedded deep within the psyche. Cannot be tracked. Cannot be diagnosed. Mind seems unbreached.
Possible point of entry - Before mental defenses were applied to mind. Potentially before entry into this world.
Possible suspect - ROB. Mother Magic.
Cure - Unknown.
Effect seems far more pronounced in Newt Scamander, to the point that rational thinking is compromised. Same effect recorded but at a far lower intensity. Can think stuff through the mental fog to an extent.
Inhibitions lowered, not gone.
Next step - Possible controlled exposure? Get external advice(Ancient One? Odin? The Norns? - Unclear)
Just then, the alarm ran, informing him of the time. Looking at the time, he sighed, closed the notebook, secured it with the best enchantments he knew, on top of the book being stored in The Lair, one of the most secured places on the planet, confirmed by the Ancient One herself.
And it will only continue to get safer, courtesy of the Ward Matrix that was evolving itself with every single incident that happened, and over time as well. He had debated creating a link with another Ward Matrix to a remote place and just put a bounty for cursebreakers to break down the wards, rebuild them when broken, and rinse and repeat, creating an accelerated growth environment for the OG Ward Matrix.
He had shelved that plan for later, when he had become an official adult. For which, he had to be in Hogwarts.
Within minutes of that happening, he was back inside Hogwarts, almost laughing at the sheer ease with which he had broken down the various protections in place to prevent it and entered his room, just to change into his running gear.
Time to pretend to be a normal wizard kid.
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