Post by TMOTP Admin on Jul 4, 2011 17:48:14 GMT -5
"You filthy traitor!"
It's the year 1977, A final year for some, a first for others. Excitement brews in youngsters' eyes and mischeif as the eldests' target. However, amongst the excitement and trouble, danger lurks at the Threshold of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The first casualties of war have been shown in the past few months. Brutal tales of death whispering in our ears.
"And what's a death eater like you goin' to do? Tell daddy to send his death eaters over?"[/i]
The cries of muggles and our fellow witches and wizards deafening us. We've all become pawns, puppets of this brewing war and we cannot see the strings to cut them.
"Did you hear about the mudblood? Talking with a him like she had a bloody right!"
The students have been dragged to opposing sides, staring at one another with a blood lust in their eyes for each other. The younger generation has finally been affected like he planned.
"He had no right to say that! You're just as a powerful as he is no matter your father's blood!" [/i]
I fear they are all in grave danger. I can see the 7th years staring at the gates like they are soon to be heading out into Death's door rather than the world. I fear they know the truth by now. The truth the ministry has been hiding. That they either dance with the strings that hold them...or die attempting to untie them.