The American Enigma

A New Year, An Old Schtick

Apologies for the delay. I've been bitten by the muse bug again and started to map out a few different stories. One of which shall probably end up becoming a massive project. Along with that, I've  been running a few plans through my head, but I'm certain that there'll be some enjoyment, as well as a destroyed Horcrux by the end of book 6 that isn't the diary. But enough about that. Do you want me to include a military/peacekeeping force within the ICW?

As the Christmas Hols came and went, Harry and Ron were still quite angry with Mione over the Firebolt. Mione took to avoiding the Common Room until the start of the term due to it. She was working herself to the bone.

While they're keeping their distance from one another, I was focused on studying the Arithmancy Factor of spells. What that meant was that a spell is, at its core, a magical number. You cast a spell enough times, and you should, theoretically at least, be able to cast it nonverbally. Notable exemptions would be the Unforgivables. They were all intent based.

Which meant that any hope of creating a spell boiled down to me being able to find a solid foundation in quicksand.

"Perhaps I should shelve this until next year." I mumbled, earning a soft yawn from Mione. She was working herself to death, and Ron has been quite vicious with some of his jibes. Harry, for the most part, just doesn't seem to know how to handle it. Fay said that he was trying to figure out why we went behind his back.

All he had to do was ask, and we would be more than happy to explain it. But he seemed intent on not using his brain like usual. Such a shame.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, stretching out the kinks in her joints.

"I'm just looking up some names." I smiled softly at her, watching as her soft eyes melted into her usual protectiveness. She didn't know that I was looking up Jäger and Sirius Black.

Everything I've seen and read told me that something more was in play. Unless Sirius was under orders to get as close to the Potters as possible, the only other options were pretty black and white. Either he was always going to betray his friends to Voldemort, or he was too grief stricken to think rationally.

If it was the first option, then there wouldn't have been a world without Voldemort, as he would've handed them over immediately. If it was the second, then that led to a can of worms that centered around Peter either dying to help Sirius find the truth, or Peter surviving. Either way, I'm almost certain that Fudge would dismiss all evidence without a second thought.

Fucking hell. Either way, Sirius is screwed by the political maneuvers of corruption.

Garnet Black POV

The magical side of the UN was quite revealing. Sirius, should he be innocent, could theoretically petition a country for asylum, but the resulting investigation could lead to too much interference for Britain. As such, with them hosting the Quidditch World Cup, such an action would threaten it. So he'd just be slapped with a lengthy exile.

"If I were a betting man, I'd put money on him wanting to stay close to his Godson." I mumbled, earning a soft chuckle from Ethan Lewis. A formidable duelist and reportedly the next head for the International Task Force. He was the Head Auror for MACUSA, and was instrumental in creating three different branches for their Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The most important one he created is the Department of Magical Investigation, which housed a much more progressive force than the Aurors.

"I take it you're looking into the Black Situation in Britain." He stated, earning a nod from me. "Good. I've got some ideas as to where you should check regarding it. Mainly, any spell books that feature destructive spells."