Nosophobia (Harry Potter | Oneshot )

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The room was surprisingly humble for someone who was a millionaire. Dark red walls decorated with paintings framed with mahogany wood. Candles unlit held by candleholders. The floor was carpeted charcoal black. Stationed against the wall was a brick fireplace, providing the only heat and light in the large room. There were barely anything in the room except a mahogany circle table and two seats. Sitting in one of the seats was a man, worn out with hollowed cheeks, scruffled black mop of a hair, unshaved beard. He wore a standard black robe but it was dirty, smeared with dried blood and dirt.

He had a face full of contempt to the other man who was standing by the fire.

He was below average height but he stood proud and tall. His hair was ravenous black and he had a healthy undertone to his skin. He wore a loose sleeved white shirt, its hem tucked lazily on one side but not the other. Comfortable worn were snug muggle blue-washed jeans.

"Dark Lord Grindelwald and Dark Lord Voldemort fought in the name of blood purity and magic superiority. However I am neither of those two, and I only partially follow those ideals."

The scruffled man scoffed. "Then pray tell what they are—what sinister ideals do you have cooked up that has granted you the title of a Dark Lord?" he said with bite.

"Why, the right for creatures to rule, to be free." He gave a dramatic pause to let the words sink in. "Muggles have long since overrun this world with their science and numbers, I aim to tear it all down."

"So you're going to kill them all, just as Grindelwald and Voldemort did?"

"I fight not for wizards but the pure magical creatures Magic gave birth to! I am their voice, their medium, and their hope. Too long have they hid by your rule, too long have they hid just because you fear muggle will find magic."

"Because the muggles will find a way to take magic. Their science is too powerful and they outnumber us. Have you seen what their science has done? A hydrogen bomb, capable of killing our numbers in a flick. Artillery units that obliterate our wards. Guns that easily penetrate our shields. Chemical gasses they can just unleash on us. It is too risky, this will never work. Your ideals will never work. What you're fighting for will end with bloodshed on both sides." The panic in his voice was evident and it wasn't untrue. If muggles and wizards fought in a war, wizards were hopeless against their machinery. In terms of number, communication, firepower, wizards were much too inferior. Muggles were far too advanced, far too destructive. An all out world war would devastate many ecosystems beyond repair. What the humans did to damage Earth was bad as it is, this war would kill it completely. However...

"Who said we will fight in a war?"

The man's eyes widened and he sputtered. "W-what?"

How do you win a war if you don't fight it?

The man chuckled. "No, no, no Mister Black, there will be no bloodshed on our sides. Voldemort was a fool to take a more direct approach with his killings, he's a terrorist. But me? I'm a disease."

"A disease?" Sirius Black asked incrediously.

"That's right, Mister Black, there will be blood—blood of the muggles." There was a glint in the man's eyes—anticipation and cruelty.

"And the children?"

"What about them?" he dismissively waved his hand.

Sirius scowled. A life of child, regardless of origin was not something to be easily dismisssed as. "You're a lunatic! Genocidal maniac like Voldemort!" he spat, trying to move against the binding spell on him. It only proved futile as a warm glow gave off heat until it burned uncomfortably on his skin. Sirius groaned as he forced himself still.