Richard opened his eyes, a faint grin marking his face as he stood up from his bed.
Tack
Tack
His wooden leg hit the pine floor waking up Tonks who was asleep on the bed next to him, as he walked to the curtains and pried them apart.
It was the close to night. And Richard had only awoken after sleeping the entire day, as his body struggled to fit the clock of another country.
Richard grinned as he looked out of the window to see the bustling city beneath. Automobiles sped along the roads, people were already waking along the pavements while lights were on, as people returned home after a long day at work.
Civilization.
Richard opened the window eagerly taking in the strangely familiar smell of burning petroleum.
He hated it.
But it still made him nostalgic. The vehicles that ran on the roads had a completely different aesthetic from what he was used to. But he could see hints of it there.
He was, in a way, witnessing history, because even as Riser, he was not able to witness one of the greatest times of human history.
For some.
For others, it wasn't . Civil wars were everywhere, Basically on every continent, with massibe civillian casualities and the cold war had only ended some time ago.
Richard walked to the living room of their hotel floor and turned on the thick T.V .
It was Wednesday, and it was past seven PM. Richard had already set the channel before.
"Nani o shite iru n da, Bejīta!-"
Richard popped a soda and lounged on the sofa comfortably as Dragon Ball Z started playing.
Yeah, this was it.
Even back then as Riser, he wanted to watch it in its original release, but unfortunately DXD only had Dragso-ball.
This was the original. And thanks to his time living in kuoh, he was fluent enough in Japanese to actually understand it.
People were dying, but then again people died everyday. And it was not as if he could save them. Because for all his magic, a single bullet could drop him dead.
Not to mention, this world was fake to begin with. So why waste time doing pointless things when he could just enjoy the world as it was.
They were in Japan. And Richard had some special plans to enact in Japan, but they were not immediate. Except maybe investing in some very impressive manga artists.
He wrote the world, the world which J.K Rowling had left up to imagination. And he had made some very interesting aspects to the world of magic as it gave him freedom.
"Haaaaaaaaaaa-!"
As Vegita powered up, the bedroom door flung open.
"What on Merlin's pants is that screaming!?"
Tonks burst out of the room with her hair disheveled. Her disguise was completely gone exposing her very pale grey skin and glowing yellow eyes which were bloodshot, while dark circles were under her eyes.
"This is art."
She gave Richard a look, turned at the TV then returned to the bedroom, slamming it shut. Richard heard a mumble, and then the door shimmered once, before the room turned completely silent.
Tsk
They don't appreciate art. Just like how Hermione couldn't appreciate the beauty of the manifestation of the curse.
But he did. And it belonged to him. Richard made that clear to both of them. It was born from his evil piece, and it was only alive because he had healed Hermione from near death.
And that way, the predator of moon and fang, or in short, the predator was his to tame, and to use.
Richard finished watching the episode, and turned off the TV, and decided to jog. Dragon ball does it to people.
Richard stepped out to the night, and felt different.
The moon was up.
It wasn't full, nor was it as bright. But Richard felt something there.
As the moon light shone lightly over the yellow lit pavement, Richard felt a sensation of weightlessness. There was strength with it.
Richard broke into a sprint. Until it was no longer a sprint, but a dash. A dash that could break records.
Ancient magic.
Richard realized what he was tapping into. Ancient magic of the highest grade, where one's own circuit becomes so resonant with the effect of the magic, enough to draw power from the phenomenon itself.
A level at which magic becomes reality, and reality becomes magic.
By using the werewolf curse, one would transform celestial motions into magic. But it was the most dangerous method he could think of.
Magic comes from the soul, changes with nodes and intent
Here the circuit started with the curse. The curse acted as the primary circuit. Intent is triggered usually by motions. And the intent of the curse was triggered by the the moon.
The moon.
To take that to perspective, normally intent is triggered by wand motion, or incantation.
If put in a way muggles understood it would be like shocking the tongue using a battery.
For convinence think the battery being the circuit, the shock the magic.
Now the circuit of the curse is small. Like a little battery. A rechargeable battery. But with a very small kick naturally. Now set it up to a transformer that increases the voltage a hundred times. Thats what it was like to set a celestial object as the trigger.
But he was channeling it differently. He wasn't cursed, for one. Hermione was. And he was connected to her and the predator.
And he could control the voltage because the curse was no longer a just a battery. Even when triggered, by the moon, it was like a smart battery that could adjust the current and voltage flowing out from it.
And he wanted exactly that.
He dug a bit deeper into it, and he felt slow changes. His vision improved, his limbs grew a little as well as his teeth and nails.
And his speed rose.
Richard waved his wand, casting a disillusionment charm over him, before accelerating. His speed took him in speeds surpassing speeding cars as he ran from the pavement to the road, where he passed many rumbling engines.
Crack!
Richard heard the sound clearly, and a man dressed in a coat, stepped out from nowhere apperating just ten meters away from him.
And his wand was pointed directly at Richard.
"Depulso!"
Richard heard the whisper of the man,a second before he was sent flying.
He landed on his feet, only to find the hubab silent. There were no muggles there. No moving cars, buses, no people moving exhaustedly.
They were all almost frozen.
Richard could see people asleep in their cars or on the sidewalk.
And through the reflection on one of the glass windows, Richard saw half a dozen wizards stepping out of the shadows, with their wands out.
Richard wanted to cuss. He turned around to look for a way to escape, not wanting to even tangle with law enforcement or whoever these guys were.
But there were more cracks. And on the rooftops more people appeared. These people had bows, with arrows notched and pointed directly at him.
He wasn't going to escape this.
As he dropped his camoflauge, a man walked up to him, and spoke in thickly accented English.
"Mr Cloverfield, you are under arrest for public display of magic in muggles presence. And underage wizardry."
Richard sighed.
Of course he was.