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| QUOTE | Sitting at the table staring out at the newest group of students to join us at Hogwarts, so happy and bubbly, carefree almost, I feel the need to reflect back on how we even got to today. How twelve years ago, people lived completely in fear, even students wondered when the attack was going to be.
“The Dark Lord is planning an attack…” for nearly two years we’d been listening to them claim this, but nothing ever seemed to happen, at least nothing out of the ordinary. One or two people here or there were killed or went missing, but that wasn’t odd. That happened even during the days the Dark Lord had been in hiding, and before his time even began. People began believing there was no need to worry, some people actually believed them.
The Ministry was tired of keeping people on their toes, and by Christmas of ’96, they were telling people that there were no worries, no threats. Just over the summer, a colleague of mine, Rubeus Hagrid had gone missing. I knew better than to believe the threat was over. I knew to believe the words of my superior, Dumbledore, and the boy. It had been too easy. The most powerful evil of our day wouldn’t go down without a fight, and it was just a matter of time before they needed us.
Just over eleven years ago, on June 19th, 1998. It was barely a week after the school year had let out. We were all called (we being anyone and everyone loyal to good, anyone they could find), they needed help. The day of the attack had finally come. I wish I could allow myself to wipe the memory from my mind, but I owe it to future generations to remember; to teach them.
It was a cold Thursday morning, I had still been at the school, tidying and etc when I got the owl asking for any and all help. I knew I had to go. I got out of the school as quickly as I could, to where it was safe to apparate and went to the place the owl had specified. I didn’t recognize the place, I’d never been there before. I don’t think it was cloaked from muggle eyes, neither do I think muggles went anywhere near it… at least while it happened. When I finally got there, I’d been late. I saw many people, ones I recognized as good, but as I was running to help them… a great blue light of energy... magic… like no aura I’d ever seen from a curse before. It rose, then dropped and flattened, sending me hurling back against a wall. I was fine, a little bruised, but fine. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was this thick, black smoke. I slowly found my way to my feet and edged closer, hoping that the smoke would be a little less dense closer to the center. It wasn’t. I waited, standing there, on guard, still with no idea what had happened.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sight my eyes held after the cloud settled and cleared. Bodies, everywhere. All the people I’d been running to help… friends… coworkers… demolished by the curse. There were others like me, who’d arrived late, most stood just as still as I… stunned by the magnitude of what had happened, while others quickly dissolved into tears. More and more people started arriving, and by then any Dark wizards left standing had disappeared, left to be hunted down later. I remember hearing gasps and sobs all around me, as the smoke had finally lifted and the air was completely clean I could see what I had expected to see at the center. His body. The boy’s body. Barely intact, but still recognizable. I moved towards the bodies, trying to find any sign of life from anyone, but there was nothing. No one survived. Some of the bodies had been dead before it had hit them. There were scorched bodies, burnt beyond recognition, others whose skin had turned completely white, as though their was nothing left inside them but bones. It was horrendous, and it smelled most foully. I will never forget that smell, or that sight. It will haunt me forever.
The following summer was chaotic. Between funerals, there were celebrations of the Dark Lord’s defeat. Celebrations that the world was rid of evil. There were as many people in tears as there were drunk and shouting merrily about freedom. Reminiscent of the first time Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord as a child. People got a little careless, muggles started noticing things and the Ministry had to take action before our entire society was exposed. People were required to magically cloak their homes, or any place else that they held parties or face rather large fines. Fines that average wizarding families couldn’t afford. Immediately afterward, Scrimgeour stepped down as Minister of Magic due to the threats being made on his life. Many people blamed him for the attack, for telling them that everything was going to be fine when it was not. He was replaced by a younger woman, Cereine McKinnon, meant as a temporary substitute until they could decide who better to replace Fudge, however they still haven’t found someone better than McKinnon. At the same time, the Ministry searched for the Death Eaters that had escaped on that dreadful morning, as well as some of their own that hadn’t been found at the scene.
When Minerva was named Headmistress of Hogwarts, I had been merely a substitute before then, filling in where needed. Filius had, unfortunately, been one of brave people killed in what became known as The Last Day of Darkness. I was given the position of Charms Professor. For nine years, the world went back to the way it had been before Voldemort. No one lived in daily fear, no one person had been found responsible for the amount of the deaths that the Dark Lord had been in his early days. There were still a handful of murders here and there, mostly aurors, but a few other unfortunate innocent souls that weren’t lucky enough to spared had fallen as well.
Two years ago, Minerva found herself closing in on what was the end of an illness that she’d been battling for a couple years before then. She passed away before the end of the term, and the school was left in my care. Me, Agatha Lachlien, Headmistress of Hogwarts. I had never asked for or wanted the responsibility, but I could not turn it down. I feel that it is my duty to prepare these children the best that I, and my brilliant staff can, to face not only the simple step of finishing school and finding employment, but finishing school and being prepared for the next Dark Lord. I hope that their lifetimes see no more horror than what mine has, something that the majority of them were too young at the time to remember, but I know that it is inevitable.
Eleven years have passed without a sound. I believe it is too good to be true. Sometime, very soon, something is going to happen. I can feel it, I just wish that I could predict what it will be. At least last time, we knew who we were up against. This time, the enemy is faceless. The more time passes quietly, the more I fear for our future.
Agatha T. Lachlien |
| QUOTE | With the mass deaths in June of 1998, including those of Harry Potter, and Voldemort, the Ministry was having major issues both with the public and internally. The Ministry had lost many personnel in the fight, unfortunate to say there were as many on our side as there were on the dark side. I had been traveling at the time, and missed the call to go help. It’s selfish of me to say this, but I’m very glad I missed it. I don’t know how I would have reacted to watching all my friends and coworkers die. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t on the scene afterwards… I was required to be. I was the Head of the Department of Law Enforcement after the death of Amelia Bones, and it was my job to be there. The story of how it happened makes me far more ill than spending hours going through and assisting in identifying bodies. So many people died… just because they were there. In the end, Harry Potter and Voldemort both would have been dead, but because so many were loyal to both of them… there were over a thousand fatalities. The after-effects were as many people celebrating as there were people enraged and grieving. The Ministry suffered.
People were celebrating, creating scenes, exposing magic. It was quickly becoming a very big problem as we were so short-staffed that anyone who could proper perform the memory charm was recruited to help keep up. We were forced to instate far more punishment for exposing our world than we’d ever had before. It was expensive. Repeat violators were put in Azkaban for anywhere from overnight to a week, as a taste of what would happen if they continued to expose magic. People weren’t intentionally exposing it of course, they were just happy and unknowingly careless. However many people were still unsure of what to think about all the deaths. They were unsettled… even the Ministry employees were uncertain of the future, one that Scrimgeour was promising only bright things for. Many people refused to believe him though, most of them having been the ones who’d believed Fudge’s promise that The-Boy-Who-Lived was spreading only lies and fear. I didn’t believe Fudge, nor did I believe Scrimgeour. For awhile, I was ashamed to have been working for the Ministry, and a part of me wished that I had Scrimgeour’s position, so I could change things. Not laws, but the was the Ministry is seen in the eyes of the ordinary wizard. I wanted it to be more reliable, more honest. At the time, I didn’t think I would ever get that chance.
By January 1999, Scrimgeour was receiving daily owls from people everywhere threatening his life unless he accepted retirement and let someone else take over. For months, he’d been shrugging it off, saying nothing about it, but when an actual attempt to kill him was made in late January, he decided to take the threat seriously. His life was more important to him than his powerful position. He officially retired on February 14th, 1999. Unfortunately, that wasn’t good enough for some people, and his body was found murdered in his Hogsmeade cottage on February 28th, 1999. At that point, I of all people was chosen to take over the position. I had expressed interest in it, but many doubted my abilities. So I was temporarily made Minister of Magic, but I was determined to not have it so temporary. They wanted a man, but I knew that I could do just as good a job as any man they could hire, and certainly a better job than my predecessors.
Things changed almost immediately. I made certain that people were no longer lied to by the Ministry. If there was even a premonition of danger, they were immediately to take caution. Past officials criticized me, saying we needed to be instilling hope in the masses rather than fear. It wasn’t fear that I was aiming for of course, but trust. I knew that until people began to trust the Ministry again, we needed to be as completely honest as we could be. We needed to stop telling them that everything was going to be fine, that there would be no more attacks, when really… we had absolutely no idea when and if someone would strike again. The only thing we did know was that this time, it wouldn’t be Voldemort. Instead of promising peace, I was promising that we were doing everything in our power to prepare better for the case when a new evil would arise. I knew that anyone pretending to be on our side could be on the side of evil, but I have to have some faith that they’re on our side.
For the past ten years, there has been the odd death, the odd kidnapping, and some limited uses of the Unforgiveables, most of which caused by Death Eaters who had escaped in 1999. There was nothing major... at least not since the last year. Still nothing huge, but deaths and kidnappings have been far more common in the last year than in the previous nine put together. I know it is only a matter of time until something bigger happens… I’ve known it all along… Evil did not end with Voldemort, nor will it end with whoever follows him. All we can do is hope it isn’t today and continue preparing ourselves to be ready and expecting, unlike the time before.
Cereine E. McKinnon-Riveno |
| QUOTE | Children. That is what we are to them. Two children who got married straight out of Hogwarts, had a kid, and are living off their parents’ wealth. Not to mention my lovely aunt being who she is. Who would suspect us? No one. After all, we’re only children in their eyes.
Growing up, everyone always thought I’d be this good little witch. Little Lindsay with the perfect grades, and all her little friends. Ha. Hardly perfect. Trinity made sure of that, and I’ll be forever grateful to him for it. I’ll never be as clueless and naïve as the wizarding masses tend to be. I laugh at them now. The poor souls who believe that with Voldemort’s death came the end of evil. How pathetic of them.
I remember how they celebrated when Voldemort died. How so many of them believed that with him, it ended. I remember them crying, being sad, but at the same time rejoicing that evil had been vanquished. They have no idea what is in store for them. I was nine when it happened. What I didn’t know at the time was that my mother had been one of them… the people that they were so happy had been gone. A few years after that, I did a little research. My mother had been good at hiding her secret. Very good. My father didn’t have a clue. I feel sorry for him. There were so many clues. So many hints of who she really was. Then again, her own sister didn’t figure it out, so why should her husband? The first step to her downfall I suppose. They all believed that she died giving birth to me. I found the truth. She’d betrayed him, Voldemort that is, and he’d eliminated her.
Since I found out the truth, I’ve never had respect for my mother. Not only was she so weak that she had to succumb to the power of another, but she betrayed a sworn alliance. I could never forgive her for swearing allegiance to Voldemort. It sickens my stomach to think that he was called the ‘Dark Lord’… that wizards everywhere feared him. He was hardly something to fear, at least in my eyes, and to be brought down by a child. A seventeen year old boy with a fancy little scar would be the downfall of all evil magic. The embodiment of good magic versus the embodiment of dark magic in a fight to the death. A fight that resulted in both their deaths, along with thousands of others. Luckily procreation is popular among wizards, and they’re intelligent enough not to bring their children with them to battles or there’d be none of us left. It was still a pitiful waste of lives better spent doing other things.
Hogwarts could be considered a waste of time, but I can’t completely dismiss it. Both my husband and I attended it, and though what we were taught in lessons was almost a waste of time, what we did in our own time was hardly a waste. The image we gave off is amusing to look back on. Perfect grades Lindsay, naïve and unknowing, being dragged around by Trinity. It didn’t take long before we had enemies, of course. Though we were intelligent enough to do little more than simple pranks. Something that would be expected of students, all the while learning things far more deadly than anything the school could teach us.
By the time we graduated, I was pregnant with my son. Trinity and I were married the summer following our graduation, and in November, Edmund was born. In that moment, everything we had been working toward our entire lives became clearer. He is our motivation. We will not fail. Voldemort’s quest for immortality is a large part of his failure… his downfall, and eventual death. Trinity and I will never fail for that reason. We do not fear death. Why should we? We have already found our immortality in the form of Edmund. Our beautiful little boy can pick up right where we left off, building our empire better than it has ever been. He will be raised to know that this will not come easy to him though, that he will have to continue our quest and that it will be a struggle.
Edmund is now nearly two years old, and we are getting closer to the first major step of our plan. My husband and I have faith that our plan will work. We have followers. Of course we are not stupid enough to believe that we could accomplish a rise to power greater than that of Voldemort’s without loyal followers. Powerful men and women, doing what we need them to and knowing that failure will cost them their lives, yet they are still willing… for only a taste of the power we would offer. I am impressed that they don’t see us as everyone else does, but then again, they have seen only a small hint of what we are capable of, and they know that. Our powers are growing,
We are not naïve enough to believe that this will be easy, or that we won’t have competition, but all the same we are determined. We are young, and this works greatly to our advantage. Who is going to suspect a couple of children? Especially when one of those children is the niece of the Minister of Magic? No one.
Lindsay I. McKlien |
It has been over a decade since Harry Potter defeated Voldemort in the summer after his finishing Hogwarts. Many things have changed. The Wizarding World has seen almost a complete turn around in faces where The Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, and various others are concerned.
You've heard from three people here, summaries of what has happened.
Cereine McKinnon, Minister of Magic
Agatha Lachlien, Headmistress of Hogwarts
Lindsay McKlien, former Hogwarts (Slytherin) Student.
As an adult, should you choose to join the causes of any of these people, you may.
Though Children/Students are powerful in their own way, the children in this time are not Harry Potter, thus... an adult is going to be a little more difficult to handle than in the series.
That being said, at this stage... the school itself is not really a target, for any faction. Nor is gaining support in the school, at least not yet. As the plot evolves, it will come to involve the school far more... but for now, it's mostly an out-of-school plot. Things that people in the rest of the world need to worry about.
(If you have multiple characters: You may join good, and one evil. There is more than one faction trying to gain power here. You cannot join Lindsay's faction, and Aubrey's faction for instance. We want people aligned with only one faction (unless it's like a spy storyline or something). You can be a part of good, and a part of a faction though.)
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