Statute Revisited: Muggles' Folly Wizards' Doom

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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Statute Revisited: Muggles' Folly Wizards' Doom
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Written as a semi realistic corrective to Harry Potter and the iron lady. Love that story to pieces, but I find it unlikely the icw wouldn't at least investigate or deploy diplomacy as a last resort. Basically a compromise similar to the Prime Directive and Rappaports law revised and blended together is struck, along with mass evacuation and relocation. Pureblood and muggleborn concessions. Good Samaritan exceptions are written in. Explanation later.Until I change it, imagine this scene picking up after the kids flee Hogwarts and the Aurors get murdered by machine gun fire. Right before the great reveal. ICW Ambassador Daniel Arzumanyan rushes to the throne room eager to meet with the queen and her government before all is lost.There is discussion of religion and wizarding culture. No offense intended, but to be semi realistic, as reasonably possible in a story of magic, one religion in particular, will not be viewed favorably via pseudo and actual historical record. A culture that has proof of the soul, of an afterlife, of judgement of some sort, is NOT going to be agnostic. The magic system is in No Way derived from religion, primarily just genetic variation with a spiritual component, just not ignorant of it.

The old fool was going to get them all killed. Fucking Dumbledore playing patsy with genocidal terrorists has led the muggles to their doorstep. All because of traitorous squibs, and true mudbloods. Not muggleborn wizard kind, no, but muggleborn wizards who sided Exclusively with their muggle brethren, to the detriment of wizards. As a half blood with a muggleborn grandfather, Daniel Arzumanyan understood family loyalty in the face of discrimination. He understood retreating from wizard politics and growing your family, wealth, and power outside traditional wizarding sources.
But to sell your own kind out, for real or perceived grievances.
That, that was a mudblood. One of the blood, who rolls himself in mud. The treatment of squibs and muggleborns was atrocious, and under reform in non European descended nations. The inbred Europeans however, lagged far behind.
Besides, muggleborns, their recent mutant or long-lost carrier parents, squibs, and their descendants of varying ability, had the most to lose.
THEY were registered with the muggle government.
Purebloods and half-bloods were Not.
When the scientists and soldiers come for witches, they'll take a while to get through the wards of a traditional magical family.
But muggleborns don't ward their houses as much. Interferes too much with technology. Squibs can't. They'll be taken to the labs underground and never be seen again, save for by their God when they meet face to face.
Idiotic Suicidal Traitors.

Brushing off the old and forgotten wards at Buckingham Palace he felt something that made his blood run cold. Something his father had prepared him for, having suffered through it in Russia: a faraday cage areal effect. For a wizard of his caliber, and prior training, it was straightforward to disable it, but it terrified him that British muggles had advanced that far against magic. Only the soviets had known to imprison his kind in such a manner. And the average wizard would be unable to recognize it, let alone disable the field. This was very bad. He appeared in the throne room throwing up a full body shield and flinching as bullets hit the shield. Using sonorous he declared peaceful intentions and demanded safe passage as a messenger of the ICW.
The queen and Prime Minister were displeased at the removal of their protection, but intrigued at the request. Daniel began, "While I understand you have problems with a dark Lord, problems that we the international order shall resolve since the inbred cretins you have for neighbors are too feckless to do so, I have one question, for all present here, especially the muggle soldiers"
"Well what is it!," barked Prewett, hostile and itchy with his trigger finger.
"Very well, What the hell do you think you're doing, and do you know anything about global magical culture?"
The dual question bought him no favors with the soldiers, safety switched off and posture straightened.
"That is no way to address the head of the British Commonwealth," stuttered Thatcher indignantly.
"It is when you are trying to get us all killed, Margaret and Elizabeth," sneered Arzumanyan, tired of muggle pride, almost as galling as pureblood stupidity.
Ignoring the blatant disrespect for the moment, the queen asked, puzzled, "what do you mean get Us all killed? Surely you realize we no longer live in the 17th century, and your outdated hysteria is most unbecoming". "I see my second question answered in the first. You know nothing about what you are playing with, yet insist on the right to do so. Rather than berate you for your ignorance, I will educate you and explain just how dangerous this breach or norms is" countered Arzumanyan.
"Very well then, get on with it," Thatcher snapped, peeved at being talked down to by a man in a dress.
"The Statute of Secrecy, which you have torn to shreds, is not a British law. It is a binding international law that affects every single magical enclave on earth. As such, you, sovereign as you are within your own borders, have zero right to unilaterally infringe upon an international ordinance of traditional cultural significance that is Necessary to the global order. Period." Speaking over the grumbling and shouts, "Furthermore, you do not understand magical society outside of the British isles sufficiently to warrant such careless actions on behalf of one backwards nation. We understand the injuries to your people and injustices perpetrated by terrorist thugs operating with impunity upon your lands. We regret and respect every death and evil act you have suffered". Somewhat mollified the queen began to speak, cut off by Daniel, " But that in no way gives you the right to endanger the peace and security of the entire planet". "You've spoken platitudes about rights, but you barge in here, disable defenses, and hold a weapon in front of our sovereign!", bellowed Prewett.
"Very well, I shall explain myself plainly. As a clearly ignorant traitorous squib with abandonment issues Freud would have a Field Day with, you, and consequentially the people you brought together don't know what you don't know. Furthermore Magical Britain is 189th in education so I assume the wizard raised don't get it either" he intoned in a neutral voice massaging his eyebrows. "Get what!" Shouted Potter. " You are going to get Muggles and Wizards killed alike, entire countries erased, borders redrawn, curses spread, protections removed, that's not even counting the abomination that is nukes. Dear Lord Jesus." And so he began.
"70% of wizards live in hostile countries. To put it mildly. From third world drug lord run, war-torn, superstitious uncivilized shit holes, to godless communist dictatorships, to any nation with the shadow of Russia upon its history, let alone the rabid heretics who hold the center of the world and it's population in its dark grip"
"What heretics", a dark tan soldier with a dark black goatee growled. "The filthy Muslims of course." Shouts erupted across the room. "Why," asked Prewett, "because they tore down your pagan statues?" "Pagan?!" You think all wizards are pagans?! While only 30% of the Muggle world is Christian, 49% of magical society is Christian. One percent being Jewish brings the grand total to 50% of wizards being Abrahamic monotheists." Everyone looked shocked at that statement. "Everywhere Christians went in humility and service, the Gospel prevailed. Mostly, always a few holdouts. For instance Greece is 90% Orthodox, 1% Jewish, 9% Hellenist, and Italy is 80% Catholic, 2% Jewish and 18% Greco-Romanists. (Often purebloods who somehow Still blame the Fall of Rome on Christians.) However, wherever the Gospel was preached at sword point or chain link, the Good News mostly, not completely, failed to take root. Hence why most wizards in Muslim lands are Christians, with large Jewish and Zoroastrian (or the odd Buddhist) communities. Conversely," sneering at the squib, "less than half of northern European wizards are Christian. And none of them are Protestants by the way," he spat out. Notable exceptions being Ireland, Britain, Poland, and Lithuania."
"So there are no Muslim wizards?" Asked Thatcher, confused.
"Not a single one."
"What about muggleborns?" Hermione interrupted. "All muggleborns and any salvageable family members from the grandparents generation on down are rescued and converted, reverted really, to Christianity. Usually, unless they are descendants of another religion". "Why not leave them as Muslim?"
"While all major faiths interact with magic to some degree, positively or negatively, with the true faith to the greatest degree of course, Magic herself seems to have rejected the Islamic religion. As have wizards since the time of the false prophet. We cursed his line so that none of his blood would ever be born of magic, not even squibs. And we cursed the Shahada, so that none who truly believe it may ever possess or pass down magic. If a wizard or even Squib recites the Shahada with true belief, magic and all physical benefits flees him, crippling him and killing him within days. The only exception are, usually but not exclusively, female, descendants of forced, insincere, or opportunistic converts. Meaning, that every single muggleborn in the Islamic world is a long lost Christian, Jew, Zoroastrian, Buddhist, or Hindu."
The stunned silence broke into loud arguments.
"Theology aside, what does this have to do with us?" Asked a SAS member pointedly.
"Everything. My name is Daniel Arzumanyan. I am Armenian. My grandfather was a muggleborn in his small village, good at healing spells even as a toddler, technically a breach of the Statute, but the community kept quiet. Even when the Muslims came for them all."
Gasp, "The Genocide!" Hermione huffed out, looking pale, her wizard brethren looking confused.
"Yes. I won't bore you with gory details, but suffice it to say, pure and utter savagery aimed at ending my people. Mass rape, Crucifixion, bayoneting babies, burning churches, beheadings, forced marches, you name it. My father escaped, the last of his family. He was the youngest of 13. He fled to Russia. A supposedly christian country, although the Romanovs had been so cruel for so long. There's a rumor the pagan wizards cursed the Russian Throne. (Unlikely, seeing as the people who sat in it were a sufficient curse all on their own). A supposed place of safety. Only for it to turn Communist in half a decade and bring hell on earth for all trapped there. The only thing wizards hate more than protestants and less than Muslims is a godless communist. They are our natural enemy. They're atheists, we have proof of the afterlife. They're scientific materialists, we are 'superstitious' magicians. They are socialists who believe hoarded individual wealth is a crime, we are capitalists with vaults full of gold. They hate family privilege and social stratification, we have a twelve thousand year old caste system. As bad as we can be at putting belief into practice, we do believe in individual rights and blind justice. They sacrifice individuals, families, entire ethnic groups to their false God of the state and the nebulous concept of the "Collective". They believe religion is a mere opiate of the masses, nearly half of all wizards are devout Christians, the other half equally devoted to their original religions. They are the snake, we are the heel". Arzumanyan paused gathering his breath, looking at the amazed, and angered crowd around the throne. "The reason I broke the faraday field was because my father taught me how."
"How did he learn?" gingerly asked the Queen.
"Necessity is the best teacher. He was captured during Stalin's purges in Ukraine. They experimented on him, for twelve years before he splinched himself getting back to us. My mother almost died of a heart attack. We thought him dead".
Everyone looked sick at that. "To be sure, was not as bad as the Chinese Communist Extermination Expedition against wizards, the hidden agenda of the so called "Cultural Revolution". Instead of the expected 7 million wizards in China, you'd be hard pressed to find more than 350,000 and only in the south and west."
"But if you're so powerful, how did poorly armed peasant commies get you all? Teased Prewett
"Simple." Answered David, disgust on his face, "Numbers, cunning, quintessential pureblood ignorance, and disgusting traitors such as you".
"Ah, at last that's the connection," mused Thatcher