1 The boy who was captured. (Edited).

A car was rushing ahead, reflecting bright light from its headlights on asphalt. Covered in the darkness of the approaching night and pools of rainwater, the road was not comfortable to traverse. It was clear of other vehicles and felt deserted but well maintained, indicating closeness to the city. Despite the visual isolation family of three inside had a good time talking with each other.

Well, a stunning woman with silky black hair and a man with a well-trained body talked. As for their only son at the back – he was dozing off, looking at the shifting image of a dense forest through waves of rain. He was only four, but unlike his peers, always acted mature and didn't like to have friends of his own age.

His name was Alan Salvatore, taking surname after his father Jason, who was steering the wheel. However, his hair and facial features reminded his mother, making him very cute as a child. Particular thing about the boy were his platinum eyes, which shined with the luster of intellect and curiosity. They were just a tiny bit unnatural, too silver and too bright. A rare sight to behold.

"Mom, I'm hungry." - He said with an adorable tone full of pleading, but his eyes shifted not to his mother, but a certain pack of cookies in the packet by his side.

"Not until we reach the house, sweetie. Don't you want mom to make you your favorite tea?" - A woman turned around and with a kind smile ruffled his hair.

"Okay, I will wait. Father, go faster! Faster!" - Alan smiled and waved at his father.

"I'm already fast." - complained Jason, but still increased in speed. Actually, his faster was driving at a speed stated at the regulations on the road, meaning not fast at all.

"Your son told you to drive faster." - strictly remarked his wife.

"Yeah, yeah... a bunch of traitors, this mother-son duo." - Jason complained, looking at the giggling woman with a loving smile, to which she poked him with a finger.

They were his new parents, Jason Salvatore and Mila Skymorne.

Alan sighed, looking at them. After four years in this world, he already got used to his new lifestyle and parents. It was 1981, soon to be 82. It almost felt like he traveled forty years in the past, but nothing unusual aside from the fact that he somehow reincarnated after death.

'All people went to other fantasy worlds, but here I am, stuck inside regular stuff.'

"Stop." - suddenly, a solemn voice of his mother woke Alan up from thoughts and his youthful body experienced mighty pull to the front. Good thing he had a seat belt on.

Alan gazed through the windshield and was stunned speechless. There, after a blanket of darkness, the night seemed to retreat due to the glow of unknown flashes of light. Green, red, yellow, silver – they danced in the air like some sort of magic, but a sound that all of they knew easily shattered the beauty of a picture.

Gunfire.

"We need to go..." - Jason said, taking something from his belt.

"Honey, stay here for a bit, okay? Mom and dad will come back in a while, we will be quick." - that time if only he stopped them... if only he insisted on them driving away... but he didn't. Why? A good question he never knew an answer to. And will fail to know.

Maybe he was too shocked to see what appeared in their hands.

Wands!

The fight inside the forest was already over, but when the duo reached the place, it erupted again. This time it was way more intense. Screams of pain spread through the air and Alan felt suffocating fear. He had a hunch of what all that commotion can be.

Trees in the forest fell down one after another, several colorful explosions made the road went in waves, like during an earthquake. This level of magic fight was beyond what one might see in Harry Potter movies.

Alan had fallen into a state of shock. The young body didn't help to elevate this condition. He was shaking and very nervous to the point of having giddiness that made him panic. He unlocked the seatbelt in a rush of complete irrationality and, like some little kid with no older mind of a previous reincarnation, ran to where the battle originated, only to see the most horrible view in his life.

A dozen people in black clothes and masks surrounded his parents.

No... their bodies on the ground.

And then all went blank. His mind became clear and experienced shock with the transformation that brought tremendous change to memories, converting them into something irrelevant, sheer information, wiping everything else out entirely.

"Damn... they were Ministry aurors! Fuck, killed Jenny, Margaret and Coulson. And the Sickle Duo." - one of them cursed while spatting on mangled corpses of two people. They were destroyed to an unrecognizable mess of burned and rotten flesh and blood.

"Strong bastards, took us all on with just the two. Damn tough job it was to bring them down." - said another with a hideous grin of a victor. He clearly was very satisfied with the achievement of killing such famed foes.

"Okay, now take that thing from the military team and clean up. Good. Now we have dead scapegoats. Percival, you will stay as to the agreement." - said the leader while turning around. He felt something was off.

"As you wish, but don't go overboard." - the man was as afraid as Alan. He was shaking non-stop.

"This... I don't promise." - he laughed and shoot a severing spell using the wand he picked up from the two dead aurors. He aimed it at the Ministry traitor who was among their team to create an alibi.

Percival screamed with blood all over his body, receiving another knock-out curse.

"Damn pig, screams like a girl in heat..." - he just wanted to say something more, when a strike of platinum-golden light appeared for a split second and stunned Alan, who only registered after the fact, that something slammed into his chest, sending him flying.

"What was that? Ilson, report!" - screamed the leader in the air.

"Sir, it is gone! The package is empty! It exploded!" - came an unearthed voice from the shadow beast by the shoulder of the man.

"What do you mean exploded? Do you even realize what you are saying?"

"Sir... the... the moment I touched box... it opened and whatever was inside burst into rays of light and blinded me. It was too fast to react! All surroundings are in a mess! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? What use do I have for your sorry?" - The leader of black-clothed men swore to the sky, but then breathed out and steadied himself. Failure is not an option, otherwise death is the only thing awaiting them. - "Search everywhere! At least for a part of it!"

It didn't take them long to find a boy on the ground unconscious. They were just about to finish him and remove the last witness, but the leader came up and decided differently.

"Wait." - He inspected the kid and the two dead aurors, laughing as a result. It can be considered as compensation. Let alone the light hit a boy right in the chest. There has to be something off with him, yet he can't find anything at all. Perhaps their doc will figure it out on his own. - "We will take the kid. Lord Gram is lacking in test subjects lately. A pure-blood from auror family can be a great lab rat for that magic array."

"Yes, sir." - But inside even that Death Eater shuddered. Who among them didn't know the result of anyone thrown inside that abomination of magic science?

"Okay, Robert, Frederick, you stay and clean up. Make it so the two aurors killed the muggle team."

"They won't believe it." - Robert interjected. - "I know who these two are. Wind Sword and Dream Walker of Reaper team. I tell you, it is them. Best of the best of the Ministry."

"I don't care what they believe in. Don't be naive. War ended recently. Ministry can't afford to have such a case slightly after it. It will force them to give fast results. You just wait and see the two glorious names of the Reaper Team to become the most notorious sinners." - The leader was already walking away with a boy floating by his side.