Post by Mrs Potter on Jul 5, 2011 17:17:11 GMT -5
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"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?"
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.[/center]
"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 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.[/center]