"Sir, that man's son was a captain in the army. He was working for Military Intelligence. But, a month ago he was arrested for selling secrets to the Soviets. He's being kept in an unknown location. That man has been trying to find his son, he was standing in front of the police station, then Buckingham Palace, and now he came here." Abe informed him.
"Didn't he go to a lawyer? At least the location of his son should be revealed to him. I can understand keeping him locked if he did commit treason." Magnus asked.
"No sir, he's crying that the police or court won't hear him no matter what petition he files in court," Abe informed him.
"Hmm... this is troublesome. Call that man over here." He instructed and took out a small wallet from his pocket.
Soon the man stood in front of the window. His eyes were darkened due to not sleeping and his face seemed devoid of any vitality. "Take this card and go to the company. Tell them Magnus sent you. If there is any law firm that can help you, then it is this. However, if your son really committed treason and sold information to the soviets, then you won't get much help, however, you will know what he did and the evidence against him.
"If he is innocent then he will be set free soon. Don't worry."
The man's face bloomed in an instant. Finally, he saw a glimmer of hope, he held the card as if it was the biggest treasure in the world. "T-Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you..."
"Take a bath and eat something, you can only see your son if you're alive. And don't worry about the lawyer's fee. If your son is really wronged then it won't cost you a cent." Magnus assured him and signalled Abe to move the car in.
The man thanked him a few more times and left soon after. Magnus also put this matter at the back of his mind and went to find his family. Emma also followed behind.
Adam didn't have the luxury to not go to his office every day so today it was just Grace and his grandparents at home. The dinner was being prepared and Ragnar was seen messing around with Chad. Chad in return gave annoyed meowing.
"Don't tease him too much, Rag. He can't speak yet. Who knows what's going on in his head." Magnus said.
*THUD*
Chad immediately ran to him and climbed up to his shoulder, then he started dramatically meowing and pointing his fluffy paws at Ragnar. Magnus understood, he was complaining about him.
"See, he can clearly make complex thoughts but he just can't speak yet." He rested his case and walked over to the kitchen with Chad still sitting on his shoulder.
Despite how Magnus treated Chad, despite how much he made the fat cat run to stay healthy, he loved him as a part of the family. Same with Summer, Duck, Cuddles, Pebble, Martha and all the living beings in Camelot. Who said he didn't have a big family, it just spanned different species.
Hell, he had officially given everyone 'Grant' Surname. Though a few phoenixes of Camelot were a bit angry with him.
Speaking of Phoenix, ~What's going on with Fawkes? Did he show his son to Dumbledore?~
...
Magnus' question was being answered a few hundred kilometres away from London in the castle of Hogwarts.
Old man Dumbledore was sitting on his chair, he was tired from all the work. Recently he had been trying to increase his influence in the Wizengamot. Though he knew it wasn't possible unless he somehow found a way to remove the existing members who were against him.
"Ah, Magnus is jolly as always it seems." he read the newspaper and commented. News about Magnus had become far too common now. And after seeing him fight and also testing his abilities himself, he was not afraid for his safety. Also, Magnus had the guidance of Merlin, so what was he? A small wizard.
He leisurely smoked something he found in the muggle world a few days back. It was called a lemon flavoured cigarette. And he quite liked it. This gave him the inspiration to make a non-harmful cigar or pipe with lemon flavour.
It was his pet project so he worked on it every night after work hours. He was doing exactly that.
However, he felt alone. So he looked towards Fawkes' perch. "Where did that boy go now? He's been acting strange these days... puberty maybe?"
"RWAAAAA..."
All of a sudden Fawkes' iconic, ear-deafening screech came. And along with it, Fawkes flew in from the window.
Dumbledore was about to get up to pet him when he noticed Fawkes looking out the window. Then the next moment, to Dumbledore's shock, another phoenix entered. And besides that was a very small Phoenix.
"Fawkes... This... Is this your family?" Dumbledore asked in shock.
Fawkes nodded and landed on his table. Then he dragged forward a small cute fluffy phoenix, who was looking left and right in curiosity. The whole family was red.
Dumbledore fawned over the little Phoenix. His fatherly instincts arose. "Who is this little boy?"
Fawkes pointed his claw at the small collar on the small phoenix's neck. Dumbledore checked it, it had a name on it. "Rex,"
*Pat*
"What a cute name. Hello, Rex. I am Dumbledore, your papa's friend." He introduced himself.
Little phoenix chirped happily and enjoyed the pats. His only experience of being patted was from Martha and Magnus.
"And this must be your wife. Where did you find her? I thought there was no phoenix left in the world." Dumbledore muttered.
"KREEE..." Fawkes screeched and called over his wife. He was a big boy now, with his own family. He was trying to be responsible.
Nina also greeted Dumbledore. She was the most beautiful phoenix in Camelot. Dumbledore also felt it, "I haven't seen many phoenixes in my life but I can tell you must be one of the most beautiful."
"HAHA... today is a happy day. Let's have a small feast." He cheered in happiness. If it was anybody else, they would think the old man had gone senile, talking to birds. But, only Dumbledore knew how close he was to Fawkes.
He called some elfs and asked them to bring a lot of shredded meat. That night, they were going to celebrate.
...
South Africa,
Maximum Security Robben Island Prison,
The maximum-security prison located on the island, almost 6 miles from the mainland, is where thousands of political prisoners, including Nelson Mandela, were held captive, tortured or killed.
Inmates endured regular beatings and extreme torture at the hands of sadistic guards whose tactics went largely unchecked. The coloured prisoners were treated the worst, as that was the fashion of that era.
Conditions inside the prison were tough. Inmates weren't given shoes or sufficient clothing. Many were forced every day to do hard labour in a limestone quarry under the glare of the searing African sun. At night they slept on the stone floor of their tiny cells or on rickety spring beds in larger, overcrowded dorms.
But those hardships all paled in comparison with solitary confinement, the punishment inmates feared most. It didn't take much to end up there: being caught reading a newspaper or political literature, singing songs about freedom, organising card games or working too slowly were just some of the punishable 'offences'
The mental torture was often just as severe as physical. Nelson could write and receive a letter once every six months, and once a year he was allowed to meet with a visitor for 30 minutes.
Due to this, he didn't have much hope of getting out and he had accepted his life. But, he didn't want to give up.
*GRRR...* All of a sudden the door of the small solitary confinement opened. He was thrown in here for trying to stop a guard from beating his friend. The small cell had no window so when the sharp light fell on Nelson's eyes, he couldn't see anything.
The guards just caught his arms and dragged him along. "You're lucky. Didn't know you had friends at such high places."
Nelson was confused. For all he knew, the highest his reach could go was the Governor, the rest of the government was already against him.
They dragged him and threw him inside an empty room with a table and two chairs. He blinked his eyes in quick repetitions to get accustomed to the lights.
"W-who is it?" Nelson questioned.
Roger Burgess, the man selected by Magnus for the job, was already sitting in the room. He had done all the preparation work with the help of Adrian. Roger himself had lots of connections due to his work so it wasn't very hard. The only hard part was to add himself to a few people's memories. This was done by Adrian himself.
Roger went and helped Nelson get up to their seat. The man was 55 at the time, so the life of jail was taking a toll on his body. "Haha, you've grown old, my friend."
Soon Nelson clearly saw Roger's face. He was taken aback, the man was white, why would a white man help him? He thought, as most prison guards hated him to the core. But then he recognised him.
"Ah... Roger?" he exclaimed.
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"Ah... Roger?" Nelson exclaimed.
Roger smiled and nodded, "Yes, in flesh. How's the jail's food, Nelson?"
Nelson left out laughter, "Haha, I'm good. When did you return? You went to work in the States after college. You didn't even give me your number."
This was a simple memory they had given Nelson. That Roger was his good friend back in his college days.
"I became a director in a company here. When I found out about you, I decided to pull some strings and meet you." He said and took out a few tasty sandwiches from his bag.
Nelson asked, "Pull some string? It seems you are a very influential man now."
"Of course, I am the Director of MEDA. The best private spy agency in the world. I have a lot of power in my hand. Here, I have some sandwiches. I bet they don't give you anything good here." Roger offered him.
He was purposefully not bringing up the matter of helping him and bringing down the government. Because he wanted Nelson to ask it himself, this way he would have the leverage of being the helper. The other party will acknowledge that without him this mission wouldn't be successful.
Nelson looked at the sandwich. Soft and stuffy. He took a bite and the taste overwhelmed him. It was the taste of... Freedom.
"Roger, if you're such a big man, can you help me?" Nelson asked.
~Here it comes.~ Roger thought, "Yes, just tell me."
"Can you help my people? Those in the prison. Their condition is very bad, they're shivering since the past two days and are unable to leave their beds. Whatever they eat they vomit." Nelson asked.
He was taken aback. He expected Nelson would ask to be freed and help bring down the government. Roger didn't waste a minute, "Sure... I will be back in a moment."
Roger went out of the room and found the warden. The warden was already under an imperious charm, and as he was a muggle, the effect was very good. Roger ordered him to send medical help to the friends of Nelson.
He returned to talk, "Done, the Warden is sending a doctor to them."
Nelson was taken aback. This level of efficiency was new for him. So he asked him exactly what he does.
"What... what exactly do you do? How are you able to do all this? I remember you were just a simple student back in college." Nelson asked.
Roger answered without boasting too much, but made sure Nelson would get an idea to ask him for help. "Well, life experiences change people. My employer is one of the most influential and strongest people in the world. He ordered me to come here and help this nation go on the right path."
"And what path is that?" Nelson inquired with narrow eyes.
"Co-existence. That no race is superior or inferior. All are born the same and deserve the same right. The Apartheid system needs to go and the constitution needs some changes." Roger solemnly replied.
This was something Nelson advocated too. Actually, any sane common man in the world would advocate this. It's just that people in power in South Africa are so drunk in power that they don't want to give up. It's like when in the 1800s many European empires and kingdoms started to collapse due to revolutions, people demanded to end serfdoms. The royals tried to hold on to their powers, but they either failed or were killed in revolutions.
In South Africa, the role of royalty was changed by the current government. And as people demanded revolution, Magnus was just ensuring it did not become a French-style revolution.
"W-Who is your employer? Why does he want to help us?" Nelson asked.
"I can not tell you his name, because it will create too many problems for him. After all, even he can not go against the countries that are supporting this government. But, as an individual, he holds a lot of power, enough to do something with this place. He's simple and plain against the Apartheid, that's all the reason he needed to act. Maybe, if we are successful, you can meet him. I also have the support of the British Government and the royal family. They want to right the wrong. The colonisation era is long gone and they acknowledge it, so they want to rid any kind of colonial extremist governments around the world." Roger explained in detail.
Nelson fell silent. He never expected the British would come and help, after all, and this government was their gift to begin with. But it was true that the existence of Apartheid was harmful to Britain's own image. As long as the protests in South Africa continue, their names will be dragged with it.
"Will you... help me bring down this government?" Nelson finally asked, albeit hesitantly.
Roger smiled, "OF COURSE! But first, let's get you out of this jail. We shall bring this government down, then form a new one, having people from all communities. You will become the president and I will become the Vice-president. But I will retire after one term, as I believe that will be enough for me to create a strong enough foundation to last decades. But Nelson, I hope you can unite the coloured community to come together as one. I don't want any riots between Africans, Indians or other Asians. Once we get rid of Apartheid, I want people to stand together."
His plan was very enticing. Leave Nelson, any other member of ANC would jump to it and join Roger. It didn't matter if he was white or something else, people were hungry for change.
"Hmm, how will you do it? How will you get me out? The government will never agree to it." Nelson dejectedly asked.
Roger laughed and put a paper on the table. "Haha, read this."
Nelson picked it up and focused on it. "PARDON?! HOW?"
"As I told you, my employer is very powerful. Scaring a few corrupt politicians is not very hard. Let's go now."
This way, Roger introduced himself in the political scenario of the country. After Nelson was released, they went to meet the members of ANC. Roger had already made his impression on these people so no one tried to protest against him. Also, they needed someone strong with influence.
From there, Roger started peaceful protests. Of course, controlling a crowd of people who had nothing to lose was hard. So he used Ragnar's calming bombs to control the agitated crowds. Soon, their protests gained a lot of public support for being too peaceful.
The government tried every way to discredit them. But, Magnus had well fed the news houses across the country, along with Magnus' new Warner Brothers studio, he pushed some American channels to show news in support of the protests too.
The thing was, everyone in the era was against racism, but they just didn't know what was going on in South Africa. Now when people found out about Apartheid, with some small sparks, protests started in the United States. The anti-war protestors now had another reason to protest, asking the government to do something.
But, they didn't need to do anything. Slowly, Roger forced many members of the government and ministers to resign. The trend continued until at one point the government didn't have enough people left to continue. New elections were needed.
With a few speeches and inspiring words from Roger and Nelson, the people were pumped.
Roger gave them the new slogan, "UNITED WE STAND, DIVIDED WE FALL"
Nelson's words inspired the masses. These words were the same he spoke during the first day of his trial years ago. They were even broadcasted on the radio, "During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die."
Again, Roger made a lot of people deny standing in elections. In white neighbourhoods, Roger made his own people stand for election, as they would not vote for any coloured person and in the end, a radical would end up getting elected. These people were not from ANC at the moment.
But, soon the elections were held and ANC won with a big majority, while those people Roger had made to stand election joined ANC after winning. The people in the minority could only protest for now.
It was pretty simple in words but a very tedious and hard process. Many in ANC were ambitious and wanted to become the president. Roger forced them to shut up. It was decided from the start, so Nelson became the President and Roger became the Vice-President.
Now, all that was left was to form the new constitution. An equal and just constitution.
...
London,
"Mag, take Chad to the vet, he goes out too much these days and gets dirty. I think he's having some problems." Grace asked him.
Magnus looked at Chad, "Hmm, is he horny? CHAD! LET'S GO AND CUT YOUR BALLS!"
"MEOW?!" Chad's ears stood up in shock and fear emerging from the deepest parts of his kitty heart.
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