Chapter 67
Chapter : A New World
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Harry’s POV
After the Ministry Yule Ball, things didn’t settle down. The next destination on our holiday agenda was America—MACUSA, specifically. We were staying with the McMillons, a well-known wizarding family in the United States, and I couldn’t help but feel like I’d stepped into a completely different world.
The American wizarding world was… modern. Most wizards and witches didn’t wear robes like in Britain. Instead, they dressed in what I’d call No-Maj clothes—jeans, jackets, casual shirts. It was almost shocking. They looked like ordinary people on the street, blending in with the Muggles effortlessly. It was strange seeing this, especially considering how many wizards in Britain still clung to their old-fashioned robes and customs.
But as I learned, it wasn’t all forward-thinking here. Sure, wizards here weren’t obsessed with blood purity the way some in Britain were—there wasn’t the same racist talk about No-Majs (their word for Muggles). But there was still this underlying hatred. Even though they didn’t insult Muggles openly, it was clear that many American wizards didn’t trust them. MACUSA's strict separation laws kept them apart more than in Britain. It was a bit unsettling.
We arrived just before Christmas, and the festive spirit was everywhere. Unlike back home, though, we didn’t cut down trees for decoration. Alex explained that many magical creatures, like fairies, lived in the trees, and if we disturbed them, we could get cursed. That was the last thing any of us wanted, so we worked with what we had—magically growing wreaths and lights, and enchanted ornaments.
Christmas Day was… different. I’ve never really had a proper Christmas before—not like this. At the Dursleys, it was always leftovers and a second-hand gift, if I was lucky. But here, in this magical home, with Sirius, Alex, and the others, it felt like I finally had a family. We exchanged gifts, and it felt incredible knowing people actually cared about me enough to give me thoughtful presents.
The best gift, though, came from an unknown sender. It was an invisibility cloak—my father’s cloak, according to Sirius. The moment I held it, I could feel its magic hum beneath my fingers. It was ancient, powerful. Sirius recognized Dumbledore’s handwriting on the note that came with it, confirming that it had once belonged to James Potter. I felt a lump in my throat thinking of my parents and what they had left behind for me.
The day after Christmas, the grand opening of Marauders Inc. took place, and it was an immediate hit. The shop was a huge success, selling items like magic mirrors, magical postboxes, and the big innovation, the Pensieve Projector that Alex had developed. People flocked to the shop. The excitement was contagious, and even MACUSA officials were putting in large orders.
Watching Sirius beam with pride made me feel something I hadn’t before—hope. Maybe I could be a part of something big like this. Maybe I could do something that would make my parents proud. I knew I had a long way to go, but seeing what Alex had done, how he had turned his ideas into real-world magic, gave me the motivation to start thinking beyond just school and survival.
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Sirius’ POV
The day after Christmas, Marauders Inc. was up and running, and the reception was nothing short of incredible. We had expected a good turnout, but this… this was beyond what I had imagined. People were lining up outside the shop before it even opened, clamoring to get their hands on the magic mirrors and pensieve projectors.
The magic mirrors were particularly popular—allowing wizards and witches to communicate over long distances as easily as speaking face to face. No more relying on owls and waiting for responses. The magical postboxes, too, were a hit, especially for those who wanted to avoid relying on the slow, unreliable postal system. But it was the pensieve projector that stole the show. The idea of watching memories like a holographic film fascinated everyone, and we couldn’t keep them on the shelves.
Even the Ministry of Magic had placed large orders, wanting to use the pensieve projectors in court cases and for education. It was a major breakthrough—something new, something innovative. And I couldn’t help but feel proud. Proud of Alex for his ideas, proud of us for getting this business off the ground, and hopeful for what was to come.
Still, as successful as the shop was, I couldn’t ignore the deeper issues at play. The prices, while fair for what we were selling, were out of reach for many. Twenty galleons for a magic mirror wasn’t something the average wizard could afford—especially not Muggle-borns who were barely scraping by in the ministry.
I knew that Black and Potter seats in the Wizengamot were working to change things. We needed allies, though. The wizarding world couldn’t keep going like this—where only the wealthy and powerful had access to innovation and progress. But change took time, and the political landscape wasn’t easy to navigate. Still, I was hopeful. If we could keep pushing, things could improve.
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Alex’s POV
The success of Marauders Inc. was exciting, sure, but my mind was on bigger things. The world was changing rapidly, and while innovations like the pensieve projector were great, they were just the beginning. The wizarding world needed a deeper transformation—social, economic, and political.
The truth was, Voldemort had been a symptom of a much larger problem. The deep-rooted issues in wizarding society hadn’t gone away just because he was gone. And if things didn’t change, another Dark Lord would rise, maybe not tomorrow, but within the next twenty or thirty years. The system was broken. The inequality, the obsession with blood purity, the way Muggle-borns and half-bloods were treated—it was all a breeding ground for darkness.
I hoped the changes I was helping to bring would be enough, but I knew it would take more than just new magical gadgets and inventions. It would take reform, real reform, from the inside out. The Wizengamot was a place of power, but even that wasn’t enough on its own. We needed to reshape how wizards thought about themselves, their power, and their connection to the wider world.
If we didn’t, the cycle would continue, and no amount of magical innovation would save us from the next dark chapter.
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Daily Prophet
MAGICAL MIRACLES: MARAUDERS INC. OPENS TO MASSIVE SUCCESS
In an unprecedented display of innovation and excitement, the new shop Marauders Inc. opened its doors in Diagon Alley yesterday, drawing large crowds from across the wizarding world. Featuring cutting-edge magical items such as magic mirrors, pensieve projectors, and more, the shop has already made headlines for revolutionizing how wizards communicate and store memories.
Ministry officials were seen placing orders for large quantities of the devices, signaling what could be a major shift in both government and public use of these magical technologies.
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Magical Today
BLACK INNOVATION FOR A MODERN WIZARDING WORLD
Sirius Black and his newly established Marauders Inc. are breaking boundaries with their magical devices. However, many are questioning whether these innovations will reach the average wizard. Priced at 20 galleons, some fear that only the wealthy can afford such advancements. Will the wizarding world continue to leave the less privileged behind?
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The Quibbler
PENSIEVE PROJECTOR: THE FUTURE OF MEMORY
Conspiracy theorists suggest the pensieve projector, created by Alex McKinnon, may have untold implications. Could this new device be used to manipulate memories or create false ones? Some are already warning of potential dangers, while others are eager to embrace this new era of magical convenience.
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Alex’s POV (continued)
As the media buzzed about Marauders Inc., I found myself back in my lab, working late into the night. The success of the shop was a good distraction, but I couldn’t shake the sense that the wizarding world was on the cusp of something bigger—either great progress or utter collapse.
The wizarding world needed change, and if we didn’t act soon, the forces lurking in the shadows—like Voldemort before—would seize the opportunity to rise again.