MACUSA

The congressmen pointed their wands at everyone from the pureblood faction. "What does this mean, Congressman Nathaniel?" Picquery said, alarmed. "Preventing an irreparable crime from being committed, stop the damn chair and get the kid out of that fucking room!" Nathaniel yelled. Two of the congressmen blew up the door and carefully levitated the baby. Willow took it and tucked it in, then checked it with his magic, and his face was horrified. "Which of you was the damn monster that did this to the child, mother?" Willow shouted, alarmed by the results of the analysis. All the congressmen saw this.

"Dozen Cruciatus tortures, Hypothermia, his heart stopped and he was revived, this is your way of saying that you are in favor of this barbaric mother," shouted the woman named Willow Picquery, Daughter of Seraphina Picquery. "It wasn't us, it was the Death Eaters known as Bellatrix Lestrange," Picquery said to his daughter, his voice loud and clear, dozens of wands pointed at them. "Much better not, since a Lestrange familiar is in the room or not Jacob Lestrange," He said looking at the old man who was the leader of the pureblood faction, a disgusting smile was on his face.

"Enough of this, Child, put down your wands and let's get this act over with before the Aurors get here!" Picquery yelled. "They will not come, Madam President, or I remind you that 80% of the MACUSA are Children of No-Majic and that they hate the entire pureblood faction. Do you think that the worthy heirs will be simple Aurors, from the memory erasure squad, or other works?" Nathaniel said furiously.

Picquery nervously looked at the 84 representatives of the No-Majic faction. She had known the truth for a long time that more no-maj wizards were born. For every pure blood, there were 10 half-breeds or no-majic. Purebloods held the top positions, department head or general secretary, but the complicated and bloody jobs weren't all No-Maji's.

"We have been swallowing the anger of the Purebloods for a long time, but this has reached its limit, sacrificing an innocent child when he does not want to judge Jacob Lestrange for innumerable crimes. It has reached a limit," Nathaniel shouted, taking a large bag from his bag. A stack of files and throwing them to the floor. Picquery took them and began to read. Her face darkened, and she looked at Jacob Lestrange. Some documents said Trafficking of magicians born from non-Maji for forced labor, Murders, Dark Curses, Half-Blood Slavery among many others.

"It was a bloody open secret that he kidnapped wizards and put them to work in his bloody factories and businesses when No-Maj parents' memories were erased. He was also the bloody responsible for the death of my husband and who cursed me not to have children," Willow yelled angrily pointing her wand at Jacob. Picquery looked at him with great fury and anger. Several men in black tunics with MACUSA insignia and different symbols embroidered on their tunics entered the room. They were the silent ones. An already quite old woman with large glasses approached.

"I warned you at that time Seraphina Picquery, the magical world of the United States had to change and leave all the blood purity garbage," said the old woman, who was startled when she saw the baby, and her eyes took on a slight blue glow. She quickly took out a crystal ball from her robe. "The Child who returned from death has a destiny, greatness that surpasses Merlin himself awaits him. The key to change can be from the magical world integration and peace. A choice must be made: life or death, Future or past collide in a battle, and the boy leads the charge, dreaming of a revolution where a great future awaits us." Everyone saw the mist in the crystal ball, showing wonderful images of the MACUSA, where Centaurs, Goblins, and other magical creatures walked, chatting with wizards. Offices that read International Relations, never-before-seen technology adorning the counters and offices, first of all, a rather handsome young man with the MACUSA President's badge, he had clear features of the baby Willow was holding in his hands, politely directing young children in a He visited the ministry and showed them a Ley de secrecy pamphlet and handed it out, along with the forms to sign to the parents.

In an oversight, the old Jacob took out his wand and pointed it at the baby and Willow shouting "Avada Kedavra." Willow had noticed and protected the baby with her own body; the woman fell, collapsing on the marble floor. The congressmen began to attack Jacob without hesitation. He had just killed a congresswoman with an unforgivable curse. The Aurors were subduing Jacob, who kept throwing unforgivable curses trying to escape. In a rage, Seraphina Picquery began to respond with attacks and transformations until a dozen Aurors and she subdued the damned.

She ran to the body of her daughter, who was still protecting the baby, and began to cry. Alexander saw this and also cried. Slight golden flames emerged from her body again, surprising all the congressmen. The silent ones were fascinated. A man with a well-trimmed mustache and a heart engraved on his tunic approached and touched the flame, and his face showed a big smile. "Surprising, it doesn't burn. It's a flame that doesn't destroy, it's full of life, happiness, love, and positive feelings," the flames slowly crawled up Willow's body and entered her chest. A few seconds later, a loud gasp for air was heard. The sound came from Willow, who had breathed again. Everyone looked at this in surprise.

The silent ones ran to examine her, a young woman exclaimed, "She denied death and brought her back, but how can it be possible." The man with the mustache replied, "With those flames, they were charged with Life, an antithesis of death, very interesting. This brat said holding the baby and examining it, it may be similar to the spell of loving sacrifice, but it was his magic that brought her back. For a newborn, its magic is extremely dense and strong."

Seraphina looked at the baby and her daughter, who was being treated by the healers, then she looked at Jacob and shouted, "Put the bastard in the execution cell. Today he will pay for all the crimes he committed. Aurors raid the residences of every congressman from his faction and look for any evidence of crimes and support for the terrorist Voldemort."

"Yes, Madame," the Aurors shouted with smiles. They wanted to bring these families down for a long time, but politics prevented it. But today, today justice is done. They dragged Jacob to the execution room and threw him directly into the black potion. The old man screamed and dissolved into it. "Now, what do we do with young Alexander? I think it's better to erase the memory of the conservative faction about his abilities," Nathaniel said looking at everyone.

"It's a good suggestion, but the best thing would be to execute them all for high treason. As for the child, I think I

I'll adopt him as a son," Seraphina Picquery said, surprising all the congressmen. "I could add something else, that he is trained by the silent ones, the Aurores office during his childhood," added the woman with lenses who just saw the future.

"You can consider, perhaps you saw something interesting in his future," Picquery asked. "Maybe, the boy is destined for something wonderful, but he needs to train. By the way, it would be nice if the boy is close to that thing in the magical creatures room," the old woman said, picking up the boy and making him laugh. "You're sure, Mr. Scamander, when he brought back some Sasquatch hatchlings, he said the thunderbird egg was dead," Picquery said. The woman smiled mysteriously and nodded.

This is how the incident that became known as the cleanup happened, in the MACUSA, where the Lestrange family had disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving their mansion. Where letters, Muggles, and wizards were found locked up, forced to forced labor and torture by the Lestrange with blood curses and black magic enslaving them. This was hoisted public in the Ghost, the Official Gazette of North America. It was a total celebration by Half-Bloods and Born of No-Maj, the Lestrange family was one of America's cancers.

Two months later, the headmaster and all the staff of the Ilvermorny College of Witchcraft and Wizardry were in the MACUSA pentagram room. The headmaster, a man of Native American descent, Marcus Cloudsong, was watching President Picquery and her daughter holding a child. "Marcus, I'm sorry to call you and all of your staff, but we have something important to discuss," Picquery said.

Marcus raised his eyebrow. "If it's about the Grindelwald boy, we agree to have him in school and educate him," the man said quietly. "I see that the American tribes have also made a prediction and they found it satisfactory," Picquery said with interest. The man smiled. "Yes, the shamans had some visions, and they shared them with everyone, and the truth seemed to us to be an interesting future. And discussing with the teachers, we all reached an agreement that he would study at school," he said calmly.

"Well, that doesn't save enough time and talk to convince them," Picquery said quite surprised. This is how it came on October 31, 1981. In England, Lord Voldemort had entered Godric's Valley, the Potter's house. The first to die was Jame Potter, who tried to face him. Unfortunately, he did not have his wand with him and died immediately. Voldemort then went for Lily Potter, who died protecting Harry. The first to arrive was Severus Snape, who saw Lily Potter lying on the ground, with her eyes open. The man collapsed on the floor and began to cry, holding Lily, a cry that accompanied him was Harry Potter. Snape ignored him, in his head Daniel Grindelwald's words and what he had told him the night he murdered him.

Hours later, Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, and Rubeus Hagrid arrived. The old man examined Harry and sighed looking at the place. "Hagrid, take little Harry out of the house and take him to the address I gave you earlier," Dumbledore said, looking at Snape. "You said you would protect them, you swore, Dumbledore," Severus Snape growled. "We tried that Severus, no one could have foreseen this," Dumbledore said sadly, watching as the lifeless bodies of two people were carried away. "He said it, with his last breath in mockery, he, fate knew, his cursed words still ring in my head," Severus Snape said in pain.

"Severus," Dumbledore said strictly. "I miss it, I miss this, and there's no way to change it. Now help me take care of little Harry; I suspect he's not dead, just weak and hiding," Dumbledore said with an extremely serious face. Snape checked his arm. Indeed the dark mark was still carved on his skin; the man nodded, he was going to take care of the last of Lily's remains, and Severus left, taking Lily Potter's remains.

Minerva McGonagall entered through the broken door and said, "Albus, now that Hagrid has taken little Harry away." "Now to look for Alexander. The poor child should be safe in the Muggle hospital or in an orphanage," Dumbledore said. He had had a great headache since Vinda Rosier was pressuring him to have his grandson. That woman had expelled Alexander all the Rosiers of England and France, leaving only little Alexander as heir to the Rosier family and now pressing him to find the boy.

McGonagall and Dumbledore went to the hospital where he left the little newborn. Albus cast a spell on his clothes to make him more Muggle-like. McGonagall, they both entered the Hospital. "Excuse me miss, I came to ask if they found a Newborn with a note named Alexander a few months ago," Dumbledore asked the receptionist. The young woman looked at him and said, "Excuse me, sir, but, we never received a baby with that name that I remember," said the young woman in front of them, that alarmed Dumbledore, who made a quick Legilimency probe.

"I see that I was wrong, sorry for the inconvenience tonight young miss," Dumbledore said leaving with a serious face. "Albus, what's going on, you didn't leave the child in the hospital," McGonagall saw it and said. "I'm afraid that because of my negligence, something terrible may have happened to an innocent child, Minerva," Albus said with a look of regret. "Who would do such a thing to a child?" McGonagall said, frustrated. "Too many people who hate his last name, but in the possible ones, I can only think of MACUSA as capable of taking the child under my nose," Dumbledore said with traces of anger. "What are you going to do, Albus, you're talking about the Unique Wizarding Congress of the American Society, and it's possible that the boy will no longer be in this world," McGonagall said sadly.

"I'll go to North America after the Death Eater trials and talk to Picquery, long and deep about giving me the child," Dumbledore said wearily. Half a year passed from the Trials to the remaining Death Eaters. The vast majority had escaped using the defense of Imperius and donating a large part of their fortune to various officials. Dumbledore now had a more serious problem. Vinda Rosier had sworn to kill Severus and Bellatrix as soon as she had the opportunity for killing his son and daughter-in-law with her son. Luckily, he had not given the names of who murdered his son, but it was dangerous for someone to come across Vinda if he had been prosecuted for being a Death Eater. For his part, he was traveling to the United States through the international Floo Network; he had left of the Chimney that said United Kingdom and walked accompanied by the guide to the reception. "Name and reason for entering the United States of America," Said the receptionist.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

Chief Wizard of the British Wizengamot, Supreme Head of the International Confederation of Wizards, I have come to see President Seraphina Picquery for a private meeting," Dumbledore said quietly to the receptionist. The woman stared at him and said, "Please insert your wand into the machine and wait a few seconds for your wand license." Dumbledore put his wand into the machine, and a card came out with the wand's specifications: 15'1", Elderberry, core unknown, Owner Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Temporary Visitor. Dumbledore took the card and was guided to Picquery's office; the man took a seat and waited a few long minutes to be served, until the door opened. Dumbledore entered and saw an elegantly dressed woman sitting behind a desk.

"Dumbledore bringing you to North America, you should be busy cleaning up after that Dark Lord fiasco," Picquery said with some scorn. Dumbledore examined her carefully, "You know what I'm here for, Seraphina, did you get the boy out of England, yes or no?" he said in a stern voice. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dumbledore, what child?" Picquery asked, with a certain innocence. "You know what child I speak of, Seraphina, Gellert's grandson, a child who has done nothing to the world. And I know full well that MACUSA has every intention of slaughtering anyone bearing his last name," Dumbledore said furiously, which made Picquery flinch. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dumbledore, we never touch an innocent child. Maybe you should accuse those who killed his parents and tell you where the hell is the child to come accuse us," Picquery said furiously.

He stared at her, "I hope for his sake, that the child is safe and sound, because no one will stop his grandmother's fury if he is dead," said the supreme magician. Picquery looked at him furiously, "He's fine, but he will be raised by me and will study in Ilvermorny. I won't let little Alex study with the one who murdered his parents and is a blood purist. Also, I won't let Vinda's witch put him in trouble. Her little head is full of ideas that will destroy a bright future," Picquery said seriously, tapping his desk. Albus looked her in the eye, "What are you and MACUSA planning with him, Picquery, to go to such lengths for a descendant of Gellert?" I add the magician. "A bright future, Dumbledore. Little Alex will be the light of the future American wizards," Picquery added breathlessly. "A prophecy," Dumbledore said surprised, with Picquery nodding. The door was knocked three times, and the old silent woman in charge of the room of prophecies entered with little Alex sleeping, covered with something.

Dumbledore examined the child carefully and sighed to himself; he was still alive. Then he saw something else, a golden thunderbird chick lying on top of Alexander, covering him. It was a bigger strange chick, and it felt a power closer to a 5X creature than that of a 4X creature. "Seraphina, I think it's a good idea for young Alex to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as an exchange program in his second year," the old woman said. "A fortune-teller, Madame Cusel," Seraphina said in surprise, to which the old woman nodded.

"Likewise, young Alex will be able to take the Ilvermorny subjects he wishes during the holidays. It's not as if Hogwarts were very difficult. They have a frankly pitiful level, with that woman giving divination," Cusel growled. Albus saw this, "Okay, the boy will study at Ilvermorny and Hogwarts from the second grade. But if I find out that something is wrong with him, the next visit will not be so friendly," he warned. "Nothing will happen to him, 90% of MACUSA expects the greatness of the child. What we saw the night that we were going to end that bloodline convinced us that he was the future," Picquery said furiously. Those words surprised the old wizard, who saw the child for the last time and left.

Five years passed, and in a park, there was a young blond, happily playing with a ball with other children in the park. On a bench were Willow and Nathaniel, watching how Alexander was playing. He was an extremely happy boy, and it was surprising when he joined that Thunderbird, Amethyst, who had become his constant companion. The two were always seen together, and Alexander called her Amethyst because of the color her feathers acquired when summoning storms. Internally there was a bet in MACUSA about the house the child would go to in a year.

Education in North America starts with theory from the age of 6, and at 11, students are allowed to use wands. Nathaniel had pushed for a more Pro-Muggle curriculum, where they would learn Math, Muggle Way of Life with Muggle History, Herbology, Grammar, Basic Runic Language Study, and the Art of Charming and Transfiguration. So they would have 4 years to have a solid foundation in various subjects.

Alexander had come running to the bench where Willow and Nathaniel were sitting and said, "Uncle Nathaniel, Sister Willow, can Sara come over to play at the house next weekend?" Alexander said with a smile, and both adults laughed.

And with that, the story takes a turn toward the future for Alexander, a child with great destiny and a bright future ahead.