The sound of crying and screaming Uday resounded in the palace. Magnus made his way into the main office where he sensed Saddam to be hiding. "Come out, rat. I know you are hiding under the table,"
He took a seat brazenly. "What made you think you can do as you want and not get a visit by me?"
Saddam looked frightened as he came out, "I was preparing for Iran, t-the Ayatollah Khomeini and his revolutionaries have already destroyed the Persian monarchy's presence and have taken control. They are consolidating power and getting stronger. They will invade Iraq if I do anything."
"Did you not get a friendly note from Ayatollah Khomeini? A letter, stating they have no intentions of war?" Magnus asked him.
Saddam's face changed as he connected the dots, "Y-You were behind it?"
*BOOM*
Magnus grabbed Saddam's face and plunged it on the table, craking it up, "You rat-sized brain fool, Ayatollah Khomeini is my guy, I spent years on indoctrinating and brainwashing him. He is the supreme leader of Iran, his job is to create a democratic and tolerant society, a model of the rest of the Islamic world. Yet you continue to antagonise them, forcing them to arm themselves. I see no other destabilising element in the region other than you."
"Y-You... how? But they are revolutionaries..." Saddam wondered in confusion.
"Did I not allow you to hold power in Iraq? Did I not make Saudi Arabia the richest, most developed nation in the region? Did I not unite Korea? And now, I am going to replace you, it's easy impersonating you anyway." Magnus put the wand on Saddam's head.
"Don't... I can still be of use. I can still work for you, just like before. Did I not develop the Iraqi economy as you said? People love me here," Saddam pleaded.
"They adore you because I control your economic policies. They forgave you and your son for the crimes because they were under the illusion that you were behind the glory of Iraq, sadly, you let that illusion enter your brain. Good night, you won't be missed."
Magnus sent a small sharp stream of water into his head that destroyed his brain completely and killed him. He quickly took out a portkey after that and activated it. Immediately a man arrived, "Dispose of the body, take the assignment. You will act as Saddam for 5 years then plan a fake natural death."
"Understood, your majesty."
Magnus didn't waste more time and left Iraq with Duck. With Iraq, Iran and Saudi Arabia under his control, he had the three most powerful Arab nations walking his talk.
"Dad, where to go next?" Duck asked him.
Magnus planned the next move carefully, only Syria was left now, as Pakistan was already under his influence with their Prime Minister being an order member. Afghanistan was a no-go zone. Yemen and Oman were easy to handle from Saudi Arabia's side. (A/N: Remember, the USA did not fuck up the region in this timeline by funding various nationalist groups to counter Soviets, hence many conflicts did not come into existence, the region mostly suffer from poverty and inequality more than anything here.)
Magnus' task was big, Iraq was just the first step, he was on a world tour, a lot of nations to stabilise, a lot of nations that needed regime change. It would surely keep him occupied for a long time.
...
It was not just Magnus working towards his goals. Emma for a long time now had felt an inferiority complex with Magnus. She felt she was not doing enough as his wife. She wanted to help him in his fights.
Hence, her wish was to create a weapon she can use to be destructive. She had the designs, she also had genius friends to help. There were two components, one was a suit that had the same charms as a broom on its metal backbone. It would allow her to fly. The second part was the containers holding explosive flying needles.
Combining a suit that can fly and these, she can become a one-woman-army and fight enemies. If it was about defence, for that Magnus had provided her with enough charms.
~Just a bit more and I will be joining you in no time,~ she firmly worked hard on her project.
...
Ragnar was an enigma, what goes on in his head was sometimes too destructive and sometimes too simple. For example, right now he was building a massager suit for Chad the fat cat. Why? For no reason at all.
All these years, Chad and Ragnar had become great friends, despite Chad suffocating him in his sleep, so he was just helping the cat.
"Okay, go now and test out the suit. Come back if you feel anything needs to change. I have important work to do now." He shooed the fat boy away.
By far, the biggest project Ragnar was working on was the cure for Magnus. He wanted a cute little nephew or niece as soon as possible so he could start spoiling them. For this, Magnus' juice needed some boosts.
It had been about a year since he started his research, he was moving in the right direction, that was sure, as he had cured completely impotent rabbits and turned them into fuck-baby-making machines already.
But the human body, especially Magnus' was much more complex for a simple potion to work. He had to study Dragon's body to understand where to help Magnus. The shortest and simplest way to help Magnus was to mutate Emma too, turning her into a dragoness.
But Ragnar was told about a deep dark secret by Magnus after the wedding day. About his high-level magic slowly killing him. Honestly, that was one of the rare moments when he was on the verge of tearing up, he felt that Magnus was the last person to deserve a curse like this. But, fate was a bitch. He helped Magnus make a watch that would always tell him if he was going overboard with magic, the only reference they needed to make was the strongest spell of Dumbledore.
This was also a reason why he wanted to rush, there was no telling how long Magnus had left, it'd be a shame if his bloodline dies after he accomplished so much.
~Don't worry, my brother, I will make your little dragon spew the best fire soon.~ he cheered himself up and got to work.
...
Brunei, Hogwarts.
The annual meeting of Hogwarts Headmasters and Deputy Headmasters was to be held in headquarters. There were 4 Hogwarts in total around the world and there was a need for a centre, so the oldest one was decided for it.
Severus and McGonagall prepared to head to Scotland. But Severus suggested they take a different means of travel this time. McGonagall was honestly surprised when Severus brought her to his car.
"I worked on this recently. It's a good way to move around in both, muggle and wizard neighbourhoods. I bought it from Magnus' collection and rebuilt it with magic. It can fly, it can turn invisible and the most important part, it can act as a portkey to destinations around the world." Severus explained about his car, it was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
McGonagall took a seat, "I can't remember the last time I sat in a muggle car."
"How old are you?" Severus asked her.
She chuckled, "Oh, you know the rule, Severus. Never ask a woman her age. By the way, I have noticed some changes in you, you seem more... open now. I can't help but say, I like these changes."
Severus didn't reply and drove off, first into the air and then portkey from there to Hogwarts in Scotland. It was certainly a way of arriving in fashion, much cooler and impressive to the young students.
However, there was a reason behind the changes in Severus. He used to be a loner before, he always worked alone at his home. With the help of Portkey, it was easy for him to come and go to school and home every day. He also worked alone in his basement on various projects.
But now, for the past two months, a certain blonde woman was helping him in various projects. She was exceptional in magic and also had a much more vibrant personality than him. She knew when and what to talk about and when to be serious about work. Severus initially ignored everything, but slowly he came to appreciate the company, it was better than the lonely sound of glass vials clanking.
Not to mention, his mother was also in a much better mood lately as she got someone to talk to and a little kid to make noise in the house. He couldn't say he liked the child's constant screaming though, but it was a small payoff he was ready to make for his mother's smiles.
The sound of crying and screaming Uday resounded in the palace. Magnus made his way into the main office where he sensed Saddam to be hiding. "Come out, rat. I know you are hiding under the table,"
He took a seat brazenly. "What made you think you can do as you want and not get a visit by me?"
Saddam looked frightened as he came out, "I was preparing for Iran, t-the Ayatollah Khomeini and his revolutionaries have already destroyed the Persian monarchy's presence and have taken control. They are consolidating power and getting stronger. They will invade Iraq if I do anything."
"Did you not get a friendly note from Ayatollah Khomeini? A letter, stating they have no intentions of war?" Magnus asked him.
Saddam's face changed as he connected the dots, "Y-You were behind it?"
*BOOM*
Magnus grabbed Saddam's face and plunged it on the table, craking it up, "You rat-sized brain fool, Ayatollah Khomeini is my guy, I spent years on indoctrinating and brainwashing him. He is the supreme leader of Iran, his job is to create a democratic and tolerant society, a model of the rest of the Islamic world. Yet you continue to antagonise them, forcing them to arm themselves. I see no other destabilising element in the region other than you."
"Y-You... how? But they are revolutionaries..." Saddam wondered in confusion.
"Did I not allow you to hold power in Iraq? Did I not make Saudi Arabia the richest, most developed nation in the region? Did I not unite Korea? And now, I am going to replace you, it's easy impersonating you anyway." Magnus put the wand on Saddam's head.
"Don't... I can still be of use. I can still work for you, just like before. Did I not develop the Iraqi economy as you said? People love me here," Saddam pleaded.
"They adore you because I control your economic policies. They forgave you and your son for the crimes because they were under the illusion that you were behind the glory of Iraq, sadly, you let that illusion enter your brain. Good night, you won't be missed."
Magnus sent a small sharp stream of water into his head that destroyed his brain completely and killed him. He quickly took out a portkey after that and activated it. Immediately a man arrived, "Dispose of the body, take the assignment. You will act as Saddam for 5 years then plan a fake natural death."
"Understood, your majesty."
Magnus didn't waste more time and left Iraq with Duck. With Iraq, Iran and Saudi Arabia under his control, he had the three most powerful Arab nations walking his talk.
"Dad, where to go next?" Duck asked him.
Magnus planned the next move carefully, only Syria was left now, as Pakistan was already under his influence with their Prime Minister being an order member. Afghanistan was a no-go zone. Yemen and Oman were easy to handle from Saudi Arabia's side. (A/N: Remember, the USA did not fuck up the region in this timeline by funding various nationalist groups to counter Soviets, hence many conflicts did not come into existence, the region mostly suffer from poverty and inequality more than anything here.)
Magnus' task was big, Iraq was just the first step, he was on a world tour, a lot of nations to stabilise, a lot of nations that needed regime change. It would surely keep him occupied for a long time.
...
It was not just Magnus working towards his goals. Emma for a long time now had felt an inferiority complex with Magnus. She felt she was not doing enough as his wife. She wanted to help him in his fights.
Hence, her wish was to create a weapon she can use to be destructive. She had the designs, she also had genius friends to help. There were two components, one was a suit that had the same charms as a broom on its metal backbone. It would allow her to fly. The second part was the containers holding explosive flying needles.
Combining a suit that can fly and these, she can become a one-woman-army and fight enemies. If it was about defence, for that Magnus had provided her with enough charms.
~Just a bit more and I will be joining you in no time,~ she firmly worked hard on her project.
...
Ragnar was an enigma, what goes on in his head was sometimes too destructive and sometimes too simple. For example, right now he was building a massager suit for Chad the fat cat. Why? For no reason at all.
All these years, Chad and Ragnar had become great friends, despite Chad suffocating him in his sleep, so he was just helping the cat.
"Okay, go now and test out the suit. Come back if you feel anything needs to change. I have important work to do now." He shooed the fat boy away.
By far, the biggest project Ragnar was working on was the cure for Magnus. He wanted a cute little nephew or niece as soon as possible so he could start spoiling them. For this, Magnus' juice needed some boosts.
It had been about a year since he started his research, he was moving in the right direction, that was sure, as he had cured completely impotent rabbits and turned them into fuck-baby-making machines already.
But the human body, especially Magnus' was much more complex for a simple potion to work. He had to study Dragon's body to understand where to help Magnus. The shortest and simplest way to help Magnus was to mutate Emma too, turning her into a dragoness.
But Ragnar was told about a deep dark secret by Magnus after the wedding day. About his high-level magic slowly killing him. Honestly, that was one of the rare moments when he was on the verge of tearing up, he felt that Magnus was the last person to deserve a curse like this. But, fate was a bitch. He helped Magnus make a watch that would always tell him if he was going overboard with magic, the only reference they needed to make was the strongest spell of Dumbledore.
This was also a reason why he wanted to rush, there was no telling how long Magnus had left, it'd be a shame if his bloodline dies after he accomplished so much.
~Don't worry, my brother, I will make your little dragon spew the best fire soon.~ he cheered himself up and got to work.
...
Brunei, Hogwarts.
The annual meeting of Hogwarts Headmasters and Deputy Headmasters was to be held in headquarters. There were 4 Hogwarts in total around the world and there was a need for a centre, so the oldest one was decided for it.
Severus and McGonagall prepared to head to Scotland. But Severus suggested they take a different means of travel this time. McGonagall was honestly surprised when Severus brought her to his car.
"I worked on this recently. It's a good way to move around in both, muggle and wizard neighbourhoods. I bought it from Magnus' collection and rebuilt it with magic. It can fly, it can turn invisible and the most important part, it can act as a portkey to destinations around the world." Severus explained about his car, it was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
McGonagall took a seat, "I can't remember the last time I sat in a muggle car."
"How old are you?" Severus asked her.
She chuckled, "Oh, you know the rule, Severus. Never ask a woman her age. By the way, I have noticed some changes in you, you seem more... open now. I can't help but say, I like these changes."
Severus didn't reply and drove off, first into the air and then portkey from there to Hogwarts in Scotland. It was certainly a way of arriving in fashion, much cooler and impressive to the young students.
However, there was a reason behind the changes in Severus. He used to be a loner before, he always worked alone at his home. With the help of Portkey, it was easy for him to come and go to school and home every day. He also worked alone in his basement on various projects.
But now, for the past two months, a certain blonde woman was helping him in various projects. She was exceptional in magic and also had a much more vibrant personality than him. She knew when and what to talk about and when to be serious about work. Severus initially ignored everything, but slowly he came to appreciate the company, it was better than the lonely sound of glass vials clanking.
Not to mention, his mother was also in a much better mood lately as she got someone to talk to and a little kid to make noise in the house. He couldn't say he liked the child's constant screaming though, but it was a small payoff he was ready to make for his mother's smiles.
