A/N: Now this isn't the first story I've written, but this is the first one I'm publishing. The story is what the title suggests. A muggle gets into Hogwarts. Now this would suggest the person (my OC) would have hidden magical properties are on the level of an average witch or wizard. This isn't at all the case. The case is something known as an eidetic memory. People who watch Criminal Minds know what it is, but and eidetic memory seems like something very supernatural or impossible. Being able to recall everything you've seen like a movie's playing is pretty damn amazing and impressive. Well that is what prevents the obviously powerful and withstanding muggle-repelling charm that's been around the place for centuries. But obviously with a memory like that you can't forget anything. And if someone had an eidetic memory, the thing they'd least likely forget is an important appointment, which is the this is what seems to drive them from the grounds. Most of the original pairings will not be in my story. I mean, what was J.K. Rowling thinking with most of them? Now also I do not own the right to Watch Dogs or Borderlands, because there are references to each of them throughout this series (depends on how you look at it, but the ideas originated from them), nor do I own Harry Potter. I wish I owned them, but I don't. I'm only putting this just in case someone attempts to sue me. I make no profit off of this. This is only to add my 2 cents to Fanfiction. I figured why not publish something of what I'm already working on. I also right in first person because it's my comfort zone. If I don't, it doesn't feel right. Anyway, on with the story!
August 28, 1991
If you ever saw me, you'd assume I was a crook. An undercover cop. Anything shady or mysteriously ominous in general. Looks are deceiving. I was a lot more than that. My experience… has gone too far in the mind of horror. Of violence. Of cruelty. And the end result turns you into a shell of what you used to be. This was my story, but a big discovery I make will change all of that. Want to know the horrible thing? I was barely 16.
It was 3 years ago when everything went to shit. First, my parents died. A car crash out of all things. A year later. Once my godfather died, I lost the only bit of family I had. That was the lowest I ever felt. The next few months weren't anything until my parents told me something in their will that made me decide to change how pitiful I had become.
First, the development of CTCS (Central Technology Control System), which turned cities and states all over the U.S. into a giant computer. Almost everything was connected through technology. Cars, doors, weaponry, security. Everything swam in the same pool. You can even have a bag that acts like a teleporter. Anything you need within its size, you can order it at the push of a button. Even through telepathy if surgically implanted.
Even through this, nothing made more money than the newly developed advanced weaponry. Apparently, many of the elements in the periodic table hold a type of energy that is not immediately apparent, but is amazingly powerful when presented to an appropriate catalyst. None of the energy is used like a fossil fuel. Rather, it holds its own energy and recycles it. Power isn't just electricity. Heat and acid themselves are power sources and in fact, less harmful to the air around us. Ironic when you think about the fact acid melts almost anything. Pair these sources with a bullet and boom! Bullets that'll set someone on fire when they hit. Or sends a powerful electric charge. Or acid that'll melt their body with ease. The sources were also made to offer a shield of protection using the source.
Needless to say, no one messed with the U.S. The fact is, this stuff was pure military grade stuff, so the police were still just as under armed as they were before. That's where I came into play, but we'll get to that later. Not to mention so much more was made to defend our country. Of course, the U.S. was under the condition that this weaponry was only used to protect, not to harm. It was like world peace. But only in the U.S. I was rich. I was young. I was a genius. But I had no life. Amazing what my life turned into. Now I became the modern day Batman. Just with a lot more technology and no problem with killing. I wasn't a monster, but I kill if you attempt to. Emphasis on the word "attempt." We already made peace with England and France, but others had their problems. And it was the same one: They were afraid the U.S would turn them into slaves rather than partners. Definite treaty or no, we left them alone.
Now there was still crime around the U.S. Like I said, the police were still under armed, and therefore, still unable to keep up with the various serial killers, robbers, etc. But after 2 years of self-taught weapons and hand-to-hand combat training, it's hard to stop someone who was practically an expert assassin. My morals were on the thin side, but I knew exactly where I stood. And in case there were problems that I couldn't handle all at once, it doesn't hurt to give the law enforcement some extra help. With a fair amount of work in the 50 states, crime was practically suicide.
Since the U.S was clear, I headed into England. Local chatter apparently gives you a lot of information. The only apparent problem was a mysterious courier transporting illegal Russian made ecstasy in and out of Britain. Sounded like a good place to start. So I packed up and went to Britain. No planes carried the illegal cargo. No cars left the city. Or by boat. So needless to say, the police were stumped. The good thing was that Britain was also connected to America's technological signal, so I had easy access to cameras, phones, and computers. Anything I needed, I got. I had cameras down every alley, so nothing would go unnoticed. So I waited down the alley that apparently had been traveled down every day for the past 3 days. I had to wait and watch, but I acted once my suspicions were correct. Because once is an anomaly, twice is a coincidence, and third is a pattern.
Then I saw the person from the cameras. Same coat, same height, same everything. I leaped off the roof I was standing on and landed silently behind the corner while watch my camera, but suddenly it went haywire. Without thinking, I turned the corner and watched him attempt to disappear behind a hidden door that was apparently on an old building. I grabbed his collar and threw him down the alley. No one was outside in this downpour. Except me and him. I drew a gun out of my bag and held him up at gunpoint.
"That's an incendiary pistol aimed at your skull. Make a wrong move and your brain will melt," I said.
"I heard of you. You're that vigilante bloke from America. Apparently, you helped get rid of crime in America or something," he said.
"Glad to see my reputation precedes me. Now, you can cooperate with me, or I can take you by force," I said.
"Wait, can we work out a deal?" he asked desperately.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I'll take you to who I take these goods and I'll never do it again if you can lock him up," he said.
"It has more merit than catching just you. Trust me on this. If you're lying to me, you're dead. If you ship more illegal goods in this city or setting me up for a trap," I said emotionlessly.
"He's waiting for me in this pub. Can't believe I never saw this and I've passed by here plenty of times," the man said. We walked in the door and I held the gun behind his back.
"There he is. Over at that table," the man said. He looked like a homeless man by appearance. He wasn't very tall and I could smell him from here. Stale tobacco and alcohol. I followed him to the table and sat down along with our prisoner. Well, prisoner until I get his boss.
"Who's this?" the man said.
"New operative. He wants in on it," the first guy said.
"Can e' be trusted?" the second man asked.
"He needs the cash. Trust me, he won't tell anyone. Especially anyone in your world Mundungus," the first man said.
"His world? What does that even mean?" I thought.
"Good. I'm barely on the side of legality as it is. I'm breaking the Statue of Secrecy so bad, I'll probably get a life sentence in Azkaban." Mundungus said.
"Statue of Secrecy? Azkaban? What are these things?" I thought.
"Don't worry. You're safe from him. Right now, he needs a delivery," the first man said.
"All righ'. I got em' 'ere," Mundungus said, pulling out Russian made ecstasy. It was strong, but it was the highest cause of overdoses in several countries. The queen wanted none of that in her country, so what better way to lock ties with our allies than to get rid of the only problems they have? France only had to worry about overpopulation in their country. Lucky them. When he handed the supplies over, I grabbed his arm and dragged him across the table and held him on the ground. No one even paid attention to what was going on.
"Mundungus, by order of the queen, you are arrested on the grounds of selling illegal Russian ecstasy in this country," I recited.
"Wait! Can I offer you the profits I made?" Mundungus asked.
"Already got enough money to buy several countries. But I do want to know what you meant about 'your' world. Now, what did you mean by that. And you don't want to know the result if you lie to me. Trust me on that," I said in a neutral voice. The threat was hidden, but it was there. And they knew it too.
"And if I don't?" Mundungus challenged.
"Well, I hope 'your' world knows how to replace entrails after they've been removed," I said coldly. I got a predicted reaction. His eyes went wide and afraid.
"All righ'! Bloody vicious, you are!" Mundungus exclaimed before fixing his eyes on the dude I met earlier. "Bloody backstabber."
"You threatened to wipe my memory if I backed out. It's not like I played on playing this game forever," he said.
"Answer my question," I said my voice hard.
"Fine! I'm a bleedin' wizard!" Mundungus exclaimed. My eyes widened because I could tell he wasn't lying. But, something like that has been qualified as fiction. Not real. But half of the stuff made today would've been known as science fiction, so anything is possible.
"Prove it," I said.
"Ok. Go to platform 9 and 3 quarters on September the first and you'll have all the proof you need," Mundungus said.
"You're not telling me everything," I said with a cold glare. "Well, your technology won' work there. Too much magic. It works like what you muggles call a jammer," Mundungus said.
"Stop bullshitting Dung. Give him the SD card," the other man said.
"SD card?" I quipped.
"It's been charmed with an unbreakable charm, so not only can it not break, but it's been infused with magic. That way your technology will work there. I used it so my phones would work for certain deliveries. Just in case the authorities were inbound," the other man said.
"Give it here," I said. It wasn't a request. He handed me an SD card and I inserted it in my phone. I sent the data to my central server so all my technology would have the same feature. "Now that that's done…" I said, before I punched in the back of the head, knocking him out. "Go before I change my mind. Is this his area?"
"Yeah, it is. Maybe you'll get someone around here to take him off your hands. And thanks for the help," the man said.
"No problem. And my threat is still valid," I said. "I have no doubt you're serious. I just had to take care of my family," the man said.
"Just go," I said with a note of warning in my voice.
"Gotcha," he said before hastily exiting the building. I sighed before pinning a note on him. "Arrest this idiot. How is it I'm doing your job?" it said. I sighed and went home. Little did I know the adventure that was in store for me because of this encounter.
AN: Hope it was a decent first chapter and hope you will continue to tune in. As I said, updates won't be frequent, but I'll get them when I can. Peace peoples.