If any of you have free time from your rebellion activities, I was thinking it might be nice for us to share some of our stories. I'd like us to get to know each other.
As I said in my last post, I don't know who is reading this, so be careful about what information you provide. It's probably best to omit real names and hiding locations.
I plan on sharing my story later, but for now....I have stuff I need to do. Uh...no, it's sadly not rebellion activities. I promised my mum I'd help her clean the cabin.
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All right. I'll share my story. I guess it won't hurt to give my first name. It's Alexandra. I'm a Muggle. I'm not ashamed of that, but I wish I was a witch.
My sister is the witch. She's two years older than me. We had no idea she was a witch until Dumbeldore came to tell us about Hogwarts.
My parents did notice some strange stuff through the years. Sometimes they dismissed it as coincidences and unexplained weirdness. Other times they joked about us having a Poltergeist.
The ironic thing is I was seen as the more "special" one when we were kids. I was somewhat advanced....not to brag, or anything. I learned to read when I was three. My sister was five then, and still hadn't learned. Actually, she didn't learn until she was seven.
I was very jealous when we first learned that my sister was a witch. First of all, I was used to being the center of attention. Okay, and who wouldn't want to be the magical one in the family?
After awhile, the jealousy faded. Maybe it was for the fact that my sister was away at Hogwarts, and I missed her. We had both always been homeschooled, so I was used to having her around all the time.
Anyway, that's about it. My sister's a Hufflepuff, if anyone was curious. This was supposed to be her last year. We're hiding out away from England. I won't say where, but we believe it's the place where our Squib ancestor escaped to. My dad has found some of his journals, and there's talk of him not fitting in with his family. I think he wanted to be in a world where he was a regular man rather than a magical-failure.
One more thing. This is probably silly. I'm not trying to say I'm a witch or anything. But I dreamed about Dumbeldore the night before he came to us. When he appeared in our kitchen, the first thing I thought was "That's the man from my dreams." I used to hope this meant I was a witch, but I've since learned that even Muggles have some magical moments like that.
wow... well isn't your story just a walk in the park. very interesting...
My name is Susannah Coten Mather (a pseudonym I've been using since this all started.) I am a muggle-born, or mudblood as the ministry took so eagerly to calling us. I'm one of six kids, but the only one with magic.
I showed a few signs of magic when I was younger. Mainly, of course when I got angry or scared. I was always a bit of a disappointment to my parents. They wanted me to be a doctor. Instead they got a witch. I think maybe, secretly they were relieved that my oddness wasn't because they were bad parents.
Anyways, at eleven I was accepted to Hogwarts and sorted into a Ravenclaw. I won't say I fit in exactly, but I fit in as much as a girl like me could. I've always been more of a solitary soul. Those were some really happy years though. I was great at potions, and I loved charms.
My last year was 1992, the year of the half-blood and muggle born attacks, if you recall. It wasn't the first time I heard the name mud blood, but seeing so many of my fellows attacked left an impression. Even in the wizarding world I didn't fully fit in.
After Hogwarts, I went into magical law enforcements and worked my way up there. It gave me front seat to watch insanity erupt within the ministry. From the denial of you-know-who's return to the cover up of the bridge collapse. I saw the way winds were blowing long before the ministry's fall.
It was during those years that other developments happened. I met the love of my life. A pureblood involved in magical theory, he was a close friend first and then...but that's to painful to talk about these days. He is an older man, he saw the end of the first wizarding war during his school days.
Th day the ministry fell I walked into work to found offensive and hateful languag had been left all over my office. It wasn't necessarily surprising. I packed up a box and was gone before lunch. I must admit, at that point it was rather satisfying to tell my friends and family that I wasn't a conspiracy theorist after all. that the tides really had hanged against muggle borns.
I was summoned to the muggle-born registration hearings five weeks ago. I left a few traps around my home and ran the day of the hearing. I didn't tell anyone. I left everyone, even my love. behind. I couldn't bear to think of him losing his life for me...he wasn't even particularly pro-rebellion except for me. He's just not the type to go to extremes unless provoked.
I was housed with fifteen others until the raids last night. Now I'm wandering the forest. not quite sure what happens next.
Unlike all of you, I don't think we'll win this. I think we're too little too late. If Fudge had only...but that's neither here nor there these days. I think the best we can do is fight hard and don't go down until we've drawn a major amount of blood from the other side.
I guess it's my turn.
My name is Mia Bellatria. I have a little sister named Sophie. My parents were Aaron and Angel Bellatria. About a month ago, they were murdered.
I'm a half-blood. I always knew about magic, that I would attend Hogwarts. I've been prepared my whole life. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to truly enter the magical world. Then I got my little sister, and as soon as I got to Hogwarts, I couldn't wait for her to join me. Not anymore.
About a month ago, when all the madness started, I was attending Bill Weasley's wedding, as was my sister. We got the message that the Ministry has fallen, and I tried to get my sister away. I failed. Just as I Disappared, she was ripped from my arms. I couldn't get back. I had lost her.
I went home, and it was burned. I saw the bodies of my parents. I ran. I ran for two or three weeks. Then I got the message that an Order member had saved my sister and she was at an Order safehouse. I was so grateful, and then my friend Athena let us come to her house. I was so happy!
All that disappeared when we got to Hogwarts for my 7th year. My little sister was sorted in Ravenclaw, but the Carrows had taken over. I was cursed for helping those who are young, and for telling the truth. And niw, I work with the D.A., trying to fight.
And that's my story.
Sc Mather,
I think I remember you from the Ministry site. It's horrible to imagine all that you've been through. First of all, I'm sorry your parents didn't show you the love and appreciation you deserved. It makes me remember how lucky we are to have my parents. They didn't just tolerate the fact that my sister is a witch. They loved it.
I think it's really sad when parents pressure kids to be something they're not.
As for the rest of your story....
It would be so frustrating to work in the Ministry, know something bad is going on, and not have people believe you. Then to have your colleagues turn against you.
It's not surprising that you're pessimistic. I don't know what do believe about the future. A part of me thinks everything will be okay for everyone. Another part of me thinks my family will be okay as long as we stay away from England. Then there's the other part of me that feels the whole world is totally screwed, and there's no hope for any of us.
I'm sorry you're alone in the forest. Do you think any of your group is still alive? I hope so. I hope you find them again.
Mia Bellatria, I think I remember you searching for your sister, although I could be confusing you with someone else who lost a sister. There are so many families being torn apart these days. It's pathetic.
I'm very glad you found your sister, but I'm so sorry that all of you are being tortured at Hogwarts.
I was about to ask a stupid question. Can you escape? That makes no sense though. Why would any student still be there if they could get away?
I'm very sorry about the death of your parents. It makes me feel so sad because I imagine it happening to my family.
This is all so scary : (
Oh goodness! I'm so sorry for your sister, for your families, for you having to leave the love of your life. I'm sorry about the incident with the house and the snatchers, about your parents up in flames. I can't imagine being in the two of yours' shoes right now. Nor can I imagine having to flee with my family for some ancestrial grounds. I'm sorry for all of your losses.
My pseudoname is Evelyn Lyric Slverstein,though my real name doesn't matter much. I'm a half blood currently hiding out and smuggling muggleborns into the states. My childhood was fairly interesting for a halfblood. My parents never discussed magic, though they used it often. I always assumed everyone could travel by flame or put out fires with what I thought was a wooden stick. They never talked of Hogwarts or you-know-who or the wizarding world, so to me we were all just people. My mom's family always lived around me, and we were always very close, being that they were all muggles. My dad's family, on the other hand, I rarely saw. They were more supportive than they should have been, as preblood memebers of society and all, but the fact that they talked about and used magic often made my parents keep them away from my brother and I. You can imagine how shocked I was at 11, when I recieved my letter, but my parents already knew. Thhey told me to not tell anyone, that it was our secret, but it was hard not explaining why I would be leaving. A month before my departure my dad's family came and took me to learn about this new world I would be inheriting, and my goodness was there a lot to learn. I didn't see my family again until the day I boarded the train, when I told my brother that I was a witch. He smiled his giggly 3 month old smile, but never said a word.
On the train I met Fredrick T. Wilson, Valerie Bronstein, and Henrietta James, and first years on their way to Hogwarts. Later, when we arrived at the castle, we all went our separate ways, but not for long. Fredrick went to Slytherin with is prominent bloodline, Valerie was a Gryffindor as well as a muggleborn, and Henrietta was a ravenclaw and fellow halfblood. I myself went to Hufflepuff, no suprise there. We stayed good friends until gratuation last year, when Henrietta set sail for the states. The three of us, bound by the bonds of brotherhood remained together until now, as it seems Fredrick's spying on the enemy has become him joining the enemy.
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During my summers and after Hogwarts I was working as an apprentice for Ollivander, he was teaching me to make wands. I rarely saw my family, but I got the experience of a life time, and it's definately helping the muggleborns over here who've escaped. I have to believe he's alright, out there somewhere.
Last month, when I went for a suprise visit home, I found the place ramshacked. Among the wreckage were the deceased bodies of my parents, my father laying just before my mom, protecting her to the death. I haven't found my brother, and it doesn't look like they took him. He's now 11, and he might be a wizard. It makes me smile, knowing that he would tell me "Eleven and 3/4, thank you very much", but then I realize he's nowhere to be found.
Once I saw my parents I knew I had to do something. Fredrick and I devised a plan that he would spy on his snatchers unit and warn me when I was safe to smuggle muggleborns out. Lately though it seems he's gone traitor. I'm not sure what to do lately, except to keep helping. I recently met a few good hearted purebloods and halfbloods helping me set up different base camps althroughout london and california, sort of like a underground railroad from US civil war times. We have victory gardens for food, wells and rivers for water, and room for everyone. We travel using the mist to help cloak us, and bring our wizarding friends to the States, where they begin lives as peacekeeping muggles. I refuse to tell my team, but I'm scared as hell.
And if you're wondering about Valerie, well, I haven't seen her in a month. She was flying to Sacramento last time I saw her, but no one seems to be able to find her or get in touch. I'm worried that they might have caught her.
Speaking of catching her, the ministry just intercepted my text message. I'm afraid they might be watching me.
Michelle, I'm so sorry about your parents. Why are these bad things happening to everyone? Well, I know why....I suppose.
Thank you for sharing your story with us. I liked reading it, even though there's some very sad parts. It kind of makes me feel guilty that I'm not out there doing anything. I'm tempted to use the excuse that I'm only 15, but lots of people my age do heroic things. I could say I'm only a Muggle, but Muggles do heroic things too, sometimes.
Oh well.
I'm sorry you think Frederick's a traitor. Hopefully, you're wrong about that.
I think it's fantastic that you're smuggling people to America. I've never been there, but I'd like to go there someday. Even more so though, I want to return to London.
When your wizards end up in America, why do they live as Muggles? Do you mean they hide their wizarding identity? Or do they really stop doing magic?
Anyway...again, I'm really sorry about your parents. I wish I could change that for you.
Alex,
I don't know if my group is alive, or if it is possible to make contact with them again. Not even sure if it's safe at this point, to be honest. I've found that more member of the Rebellion then I originally thought our alive, which is heartening.
On another note, don't you dare do anything stupid and risk your neck. Between Hogwarts and Potter we have enough children risking their lives for the Rebellion. Not saying it's wrong or right...just saying that I'm tired of young lives being harmed and innocence being stolen because we adults were too dense to do anything.
Michelle,
First of all, and I mean this is the most respectful way possible. I don't want you or anyone else to feel sorry for me. I put one foot in front of the other. I do the job that's in front of me. It's not so bad when you're living it one day at a time then it is for someone to hear it one lump.
A and I...well...we'll find each other...in this life or the next. My family is safe. And I have a mission. Whatever it takes for our cause.
Secondly, and out of pure curisity I must intrude and ask if how your family feels about magic. You insinuate that they never talked about the wizarding world. They seemed to have tried to shelter you from the wider wizarding world. Moreover, you insinuate that those you smuggle to America don't use magic anymore. I know several respectable american witches and wizards and I must ask why you have this attitude. No condemnation, just curiosity.
My turn, I suppose.
I'm Icarus Xavier Colby, only son of Ganymede Colby and Klytemnestra Zabini. I come from a long line of purebloods, a fact I'll admit I'm rather proud of. My mother died of dragon pox when I was five years old.
At Hogwarts, I was a Slytherin prefect and stellar Potions student, if I might brag a bit. My seventh year was the year of the Triwizard Tournament and all of the associated insanity. I left school with 7 N.E.W.T.s and took a job managing the family apothecary in the wizarding community of Mould-on-the-Wold. I decided to use the apothecary as a jumping-off point for Potions prodigies looking for jobs. Currently, I have young Wren Brockett as my 'protegee'.
While I'm not going to pretend I'm not disgusted by the idea of half-breeds roaming free and... dismayed by the idea of Muggles being considered wizards' equals, I've never tolerated this blood purity nonsense, and I certainly don't endorse the Dark Lord and his followers. They've tried to recruit me, but I'm holding my ground.
I'm ashamed to say that I believed Fudge and the Daily Prophet during the aftermath of the Dark Lord's return. I've never been fond of Dumbledore and readily believed he was trying to take power from Fudge. I'm even more ashamed to say that I've been defending the Ministry of Magic these past months. However, I've turned around now and am ready to oppose the Death Eaters and the Ministry with everything I have.
Right now, I'm using the apothecary as a temporary safe house for 'Undesirables' and offering discounts on potions ingredients to members of the Rebellion. I firmly believe that this corrupt government will be defeated, by other nations, if not by our resistance.
I'm proud to stand with all of you against the forces of evil.
SC Mather,
Thank you for your kind words. I probably won't end up doing anything crazy and brave. My parents would kill me...well, if I survived. You know how that is. My mom gets nervous when I just take a walk on the beach.
Icarus Colby,
You leave me almost speechless. I find you to be very intriguing. You're very judgmental and prejudice, yet you are willing to fight for the rebellion. That's pretty cool. I guess. Maybe along the way you'll learn that there's more to life than Purebloods.
Have you ever met a Muggle before? I'm just curious.
I try not to be judgmental, Miss Muggle Bug - or Alexandra, I suppose. I value logic and skepticism very highly. The views of mine you think of as prejudiced are founded on sound reason, I assure you.
I've seen Muggles before, of course, and I have a number of Muggleborn friends, but, no, you're the first Muggle I've really spoken to. I apologize if I offended you with my comment about Muggles - it wasn't my intention. To be honest, I keep forgetting you're a Muggle at all, since you seem more eloquent and intelligent than the rest; perhaps it's the magical ancestry? Anyway, I only meant that, well, Muggles and wizards are two entirely different classes of being. Muggleborn witches and wizards are still witches and wizards, but Muggles are not. Saying the two are equal is like saying that wizards and goblins are equal.
Well, I feel obliged to tell you my story as well.
First of all, you can all call me -A. Exactly as it is written: -A. , because I like it this way. It stands for Anonymous, if you still haven't figured it out, but also it has some roots that I will not discuss here.
I was born in a small European country called Estonia and spent my childhood here. When I was about 9, me, my Mum and my little brother moved to England. We lived on the outskirts of London and were extremely happy. Though I never knew who my Father is I knew he was a wizard (my Mum is a witch) so I am a Pureblood. When I got my letter to Hogwarts, I was relatively happy, but I knew it was coming. I just had this feeling. Unfortunately my baby brother turns out to be a squib and I'm very sorry for that, but in addition to being a squib he is mentally handicapped as well...
Anyway, I went to Hogwarts and got sorted into Gryffindor to be a proud lioness. My favourite subjects were DADA and Charms - I was very good at both. The only lesson I failed was Divination, but then again most of my classmates failed it. I was involved with DA in my last two years, though I wish it could have been started earlier (O.W.L.-s were just a year before DA :/ But I passed them all with O-s and E-s, thank god for that) - it really gave me a good practice with different spells and there I also learned and perfected my Patronus. I am very thankful to my friends Potter and Granger for founding DA and I support them with all my heart. (Continued...)
I knew from the beginning that Noseless Idiot was back. If Harry said it and Dumbledore believed it I believe it too. And now it's confirmed. So I also knew a bit what to expect. I knew that disappearances would start happening, I knew that mysterious deaths would occur, so I knew how to act. Though we were a Pureblood family I felt the need to protect it even more from Nosy's influence so I hid them. I had to... Obliviate them and I sent them away. Far away to a place only I know. When all this is over I will go and find them and restore their memories. But for now I at least know they are safe. That's a reassurance for me and I can concentrate on me and my surroundings rather than on worrying about them.
Well, after hiding my family I went on the run. I met up with some good friends from my class in Hogwarts who were also on the run, most of them being Muggle-borns or Halfbloods. We travelled around together for some time and then we came up with the idea of establishing a safecamp for all those who need a place to sleep and eat while being on the run. We quickly managed to get a small camp running, aiding anyone who had sent me a Patronus. I was the recruiter and "message-person", so to say. First people were slow to come, but the Patronus' sent to me increased with every day so we constantly had to improve our security against double-agents and spies, especially after Ministry's starting raids. We were successful, having at a point over 50 people in the camp. I contacted Tonks as well, as we knew each other quite well, and she sent some help from the Order to us as well. It was all good until somehow two spies managed to get through our tight security. I won't discuss the security here, but I can assure you, it was very strong. After the spies got in, it all went downhill. They managed to break up the camp and after a long fight with them and their back-up I lost sight of all my friends and Disapparated, being wounded at the same time. I recovered fast, but from that point I have been wandering around the world's unknown places, mostly in Estonia as I know it very well. I'm trying to contact Tonks again, because I know she can help me get into the Order, but she isn't answering.
And that's my story. One thing why I'm also hiding in Estonia is that here is free WiFi almost everywhere so I can use the internet more frequently than in any other country. I've taken all the means necessary to protect the connection and to make myself un-Traceable.
I wish everyone out there good luck, keep yourselves safe and, of course, (my motto) down with the idiots!!!
-A.
Icarus,
You are good at complimenting people and insulting them at the same time. Thank you for saying I sound intelligent, but I think many Muggles are intelligent. And I don't think this is always due to magical ancestry. I can't prove you wrong at this point, but I doubt you're right.
I don't think Goblins and Wizards are equal. They're different. They each have their own strengths and weaknesses, individually and collectively.
I think wizards have some superiority to Muggles. You guys have magical powers, and we don't. On the other hand, I think sometimes wizards rely too much on magic. Muggles have certain strengths because we've had to get by without using magic.
I'll use my sister as an example. She has no idea how to follow a simple Muggle recipe. She can't even bake cookies. We try to encourage her to learn, and she refuses. She says it's not something wizards need to know. She depends on us to cook for her, because she also hasn't mastered wizard preparation of food. She says one day she'll learn, and in the meantime she'll just eat what we make.
A,
Thank you for sharing your story. I loved reading it. I think it's a good reminder that not all Purebloods side with the Death Eaters.
I think it's so neat that you're friends with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. I've followed their story a bit from my sister, and also from what we've read in the news.
I've always wondered if Harry Potter is nice or not. Don't get me wrong. I think he's a hero, and I tend to believe the rumors that he's the "Chosen one". I just imagine maybe the celebrity-factor might have gone to his head. I shouldn't assume that though. Right?
It was brave of you to protect your family the way you did. Hopefully they'll be okay when all this is over.
I'm Aoife Belladonna Oddbody, Hogwarts Class of '94 (Ravenclaw). This is not a pseudonym. Like so many Rebels, I became an orphan at the hands of Death Eaters/the Ministry. I have nothing left to lose. I want the Ministry to know exactly who I am and that I'm fighting to bring them down.
I am the only daughter of Tiberius Octavius Oddbody, Pure-Blood and Bibliophile, and Róisín Sullivan Oddbody, Muggle and Homemaker. I grew up in a small wizarding hamlet outside of Rotherfield Peppard, Oxfordshire.
My father's family have always been obsessed with their supposedly untainted "pure" blood and were horrified when my dad, always the black sheep of the family, married a Muggle. My dad refused to give mum up per his family's wishes, so they wanted nothing to do with us and, to this day, refuse to acknowledge me as a member of the family. I have a brother, Hortensius, many years older than I, who disavowed my parents and his Muggle blood while still at Hogwarts (Slytherin); I understand he’s very close to the Oddbody side of the family. He broke my parents’ hearts. He works for the Ministry. I've never met him. I never want to.
Mum’s family knows nothing about our magical world. They thought we lived a very strange life, they were a bit afraid of us, so we didn’t have much contact with them, but I want them to be safe, so, without their knowledge, the Order is watching over them.
Now my big secret. My dad never trusted the Ministry, even before the Troubles, so when my parents realised early on that I was an animagus, they told no one. I’m not registered. When the Ministry see this, they’ll know … but they won’t know what animal I transform into. I’ll still be able to hide in plain sight as I have been doing for months.
Because dad was always writing cranky letters to the Daily Prophet to complain about the Ministry and mum was a Muggle, they were targeted early on, so we went into hiding, traveling from place to place. We were safe for a long time, so dad became complacent and refused to keep moving. The Death Eaters found us. They invaded our cottage one night. To save me, dad Imperiused me into transforming into my animal form, then he stunned me. The Death Eaters thought I was a taxidermy animal and left me alone, but they took my parents away. Later, the Ministry announced that my parents were dangerous anarchists who “accidentally” died during questioning. I learned from an Order agent placed within the Ministry that my parents died when their interrogators were too enthusiastic with the Cruciatus Curse.
With my parents dead, the Ministry didn’t regard me as dangerous, so I returned home briefly, unsure what to do with my life. I had graduated from Hogwarts intending to become an auror, but Moldyvort took over and ruined that plan. My brother Hortensius owled me a cheap condolence card containing a note encouraging me to "throw off the shackles of [my] upbringing" and join the Ministry in its “glorious quest for a Pure-Blood society.” This is the first contact he’d ever made with me. I burned the card without replying. Then I joined the Rebellion.
I now devote my time to protecting and rescuing muggles, muggle-borns, half-bloods, non-humans, anyone the Ministry has turned against, as well as educating Ministry supporters about the true nature of our current government … and making trouble for the Ministry when and where I can. It’s not an easy life, but it’s a rewarding one. I’ll keep fighting until one side wins. Don’t know what I’ll do after that, if I live that long.
Aolfe,
I'm so sorry about the death of your parents. They seemed like such wonderful people. I wish I could have known them. I can't understand how people like them could end up with a son like your brother. How can he just dismiss his Muggle-side like that? What is wrong with this world?
I'm glad the order is protecting your mom's family. Hopefully, they'll stay safe.
I think it's so cool that you're an animagus. I'm very curious about what animal you become; but of course I wouldn't expect you to tell any of us.
I wish I could turn into a fish and swim out into the sea. Or maybe I'd like to turn into a bird.
Your parents were so clever, making you look like a taxidermy animal. I think that's the first time I've heard of an unforgivable curse being used in a positive way. I'm betting it's happened other times though.
I'm doubting it will ever happen, but maybe your brother will see the light one of these days.
@ Miss Muggle Bug, I think alot of people lose their families especially now. It'd be interesting to see the orphan rate now. Don't feel guilty, if I had my family with me I'd be staying with them trying to kep them safe. It's not selfish, it's smart, and brave, and quite beautiful. I wish you all the best of luck.
I'm also hoping I'm wrong, but I've been watching thier website, and it seems he's actually bee snatchhing. :( I suppose that is rather confusing. We are smuggling them over there and getting them jobs and houses and cars like muggles, they still practise magic, but we don't know many purebloods illing to help us in the American magical world. We consider it to be the magical witness protection agency, we get them relocated, settled, and help them to meet with others like them. We actually meet up every friday to duel and talk about life and continue our magical heritage, and I know a lot of them practise magic whenever there isn't a muggle present. We're currently tryiing to get new underground railroad house stops for the magical underground of america, but they seem to be getting as bad as london. Then again, America always seems to follow after us anyway. But to answer your question, they still do magic everyday. :)It's quite alright, I know they'd want me to do this. They were kind of activists in their own way.
@ Susannah,
My family was very strange about magic, they did very musch shelter me, so much that I didn't know it existed. In a way I think they wanted my brother and I to see everyone as equals, with or without magic. Yet, at the same time, I think they must have had some problems in the wizarding world. I always thhough it might have been because of my father's family, but I don't really know. I think they just liked the muggle world better and expected us to as well. That, or they didn't want my brother to feel left out in a wizarding world if he didn't end up being magical. They still use magic, I apologze for my confusing remarks, but they do, never around muggles though, and they living in highly muggle populated areas to try to fit into the miggle world (it's way easier to make fake muggle idetification for them than to try to trick the US ministry). Do the witches and wizards you know reside in the wizarding community? Would they, or anyone they know, be willing to help integrate a mugleborn for London? We could really use some inside help, we've just been keeping to the muggle world for fear of snatching. I know they've been out in waves over there as well.
Moreover, you insinuate that those you smuggle to America don't use magic anymore. I know several respectable american witches and wizards and I must ask why you have this attitude. No condemnation, just curiosity.
Icarus Colby,
I also am rather interested by you. I applaud you coming to your sense and while I disagree with your views on half breeds, I can see where thhey stem from. I hope to change your mind soon, but welcome.
-A I'm so proud to know you and talk to you, even if both are only viw the internet. I'm hoping we can meet up someday, it would be quite wonderful I think. Anyway, your story is fantastic, and I'm very glad that we have a pureblood like you around. I'm very sorry for your camp and I wish you all the best of luck and security! Good luck to you and keep in touch
Aoife Belladonna Oddbody,
My goodness child! I'm sorry for saying child, but you seem so young and fragile to me (though I know fully well that you arent!) I am so very sorry for your family, the ministry has a way of being evil beyond our wildest dreams. I'm sorry for your brother, and how hard it must be knowing that you're fighting your very own flesh and blood. I do hope we can help him, somehow. I will do anything I can to help, let me know if you ever need anything.
That goes for all of you.
Michelle, Thanks for answering my question. I think I understand. They're still practicing magic, but secretly. That makes sense. It makes me so nervous to think that America is getting bad. I'm worried that things will get bad over here too.
Miss Muggle Bug,
I laughed at your sister being unable to follow a simple recipe - and then wondered if I could. I'm not half bad at potions, but I've never actually cooked anything. My house elf takes care of that. I should try baking cookies or something sometime.
I too have been wondering about what Harry Potter was actually like. I saw him at Hogwarts, of course, but I never spoke to him or saw him do anything that might reveal his personality. My friend Wren tells me he's entirely annoying and talentless, but that doesn't fit with the Potter 'legend.'
Aoife,
I'm so sorry about your parents - and brother. It's people like him who give Slytherins a bad name.
I think it's brilliant that you're an Animagus. The idea's never appealed to me, but it seems like an incredibly useful skill these days.
Michelle,
I'm actually quite surprised at the number of people who disagree with me on half-breeds. I rather thought I held the view of the majority, to tell the truth. Nevertheless, I still stand by my convictions on this, but I'll gladly hear the argument for your side. Logic must prevail, after all.
Icarus,
I think you'd probably have fun baking cookies sometime. The bad part is washing the dishes later. I wouldn't blame you if you used magic to take care of that.
No offense to your friend, but I think she's probably wrong about Potter. From what I hear of him, he's at least good at playing Quidditch. As for being annoying...everyone is annoying sometimes. I can't imagine that he'd be entirely annoying.
Not to be morbid, but maybe we should create a poll of how many Rebellion members/sympathizers have lost family during this struggle. I believe the numbers would be high. If we could publish accurate figures, I think they could change the minds of a lot of people who believe there's nothing wrong and/or sympathize with the Ministry. At the very least, maybe they'd start to question the Ministry's actions. It's one thing to say you hate muggle-borns or blood-traitors, but it's another thing to look those deaths squarely in the face. I need to hope that some Ministry supporters would be appalled by the effect so many deaths are having on families and our society
Aoife,
That is very morbid and depressing, but maybe you're right. It could help illustrate the direness of the situation.
I'll try to make a poll.
@Miss Muggle Bug
Harry is really a nice guy. He just happens to get help on the exactly right time or then he happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time... As he said most of the time he doesn't know himself what he's doing. It's true. But he is extraordinarily brave, smart and kind. A person to trust, I must say.
@Michelle:
I hope we can meet up some day as well. Perhaps you can send me a Patronus? It knows how to find me when you tell it to find me :) They are smart like that. :)
My name is Annikia Longbottom.
I grew up believing that the world was black and white, like all kids do. It was flipped for me, though. I learned that Dumbledore was evil, Voldemort was good, and that Dark magic isn't really Dark. My mother, Annelise, installed all the Pureblood values into me.
When I turned eleven, I went to Hogwart. I met a wonderful boy on the train named Dustil Frankworth, and we became fast friends. At Hogwarts, I was sorted into Slytherin and him into Hufflepuff.
My first year was Harry Potter's third. I remember the Sirius Black trouble clearly. It was kind of scary, like how he broke into the Gryffindor common Room. I remember sitting next to Dustil instead of my House Mates. I think they saw that as some sort of betrayal.
It wasn't until second year that I ever thought to ask Dustil what Blood status he was. At that point, it really didn't matter to me too much.He was, of course, Muggleborn, which is pretty much what I had figured.
In third year, Dustil asked me to go to Hogsmead with him - Like a date. I agreed, and we started dating. I remember that he wanted to join the DA, but I wouldn't let him. He was disappointed, but he agreed it was better to be safe.
It wasn't until this Summer that things started to get scary. They started going off on Muggleborns, so I helped Dustil fake a family tree. He was now Dustil Onasi, Pureblood, and my cousin. Dustil wanted to fight so badly - he told me he was going shopping in Muggle London about two months ago. He didn't come back.
I reported his disappearance to the Ministry. They sent back a letter that said his body had been found and details would be sent as they were discovered. I sobbed all night. I remember clearly the next day. They sent a 'Ministry Worker' to my house.
Dolohav was sweet, I guess. He held me as I cried and told me that everything would be alright. He told me about how the Rebellion was targeting and killing all Purebloods, how that was how his family was killed. How Dustil was killed. I was angry. I don't know what exactly happened from then till I found Dustil's trunk, it's kind of a haze.
I was in Dustil's room, the room he stayed in at my house. His trunk was full of lots of random things, but on top was a letter with my name on it, and a small box. The letter told me a lot, and somehow seemed to brake the haze. He said that his brother, Andron, an Order member, had let slip about a Death Eater base they were planning to ambush.
Dustil saw some sort of heroics in this and decided to help. He said he would try to come back, but if he didn't, he wanted me to open the box. Well, Inside the box was a wedding ring.
He told me, in the letter, that he was going to ask me to marry him on Christmas, and the wedding would be in the Summer of our Seventh Year. I don't really know why he got it so early, I'm guessing it was because of the war.
After some digging around and illegal use of Viritasirum, I found out that Dolohav, the same Death Eater that comforted me, is the one who sent the Killing Curse at Dustil. I think he found some sort of Irony in that.
I don't really know who's gunna win, but I'm with the Rebellion on this. The Ministry are not only run by the group who killed Dustil, but also lied to me and, I suspect, put me under an Illegal Curse.
I'm going to apologize to Neville and ask him if I an join the DA. I'm also going to offer him the Floo connection I have in my Private Room. (Some of the more 'loyal' people to the Ministry actually do have a way out of Hogwarts.)
What the? Oh... C'mon... I just wrote out my story and It didn't show up. :( Now it's gone...
Annikia, it went into spam for some reason. I have no idea why. I'm glad you mentioned it because I don't often check the spam folder. I did see your story in my email, but I would have assumed you decided to delete it.
If anyone else writes a post and it disappears, please say something so I check the spam folder.
I know how annoying it is to write out a whole long thing and then see it disappear!
Miss Mugle Bug:
Thanks. :) Is there anyway to get it back on here?
Annikia,
Now that we've saved your post from the mysterious oblivion, I want to respond to it.
I'm glad you're joining the rebellion, but I'm sad that it had to happen in the way that it did.
I'm very sorry about your boyfriend. Not only that, but I'm sorry you were betrayed by people that you trusted.
It makes me feel very bad that you thought your post disappeared. I know it must have been very hard to tell your story. It must have brought up a lot of feelings...and to see it just vanish like that : (
It's okay, I've kind of... Emotionally distanced myself from any and all emotion. It's kind of weird. I feel like I could kill my mother in this state, and not care.
It's also a bit of a relief. I'm hoping emotions won't get in the way of my revenge. I will kill Dolohav if it's the last thing I do, and it very well might be.
Thank you for your sympathy, I appreciate it. :)
Annikia,
I'm so sorry about what you've had to go through, and at such a young age. I hope you get your revenge on Dolohov.
What is the situation like at Hogwarts? I've heard conflicting reports.
It's pretty good for us Slytherins. The Carrows reward us for almost nothing. Some of my friends in other Houses aren't doing good, though. It seems most of the Ravenclaws are neutral, and they get treated alright. Hufflepuffs is probably in the 'bad treatment' area. Not many of them are left, most were Muggleborn. They get Crucio'd daily, but at least their better off than the Gryffindors. Most of them are tortured, from what I understand. Some of them sell out others for better treatment. Just this last week, I was called down to the dungeon to torture a First year. I regret to inform you that I actually did torture him, I think he died. The situation is really bad. I can't get in contact with Neville, the DA doesn't want him anywhere near me. I hope to be able to help any other students, perhaps plan a raid on the Dungeons. Maybe we can get all the students out of there...
Annikia,
All of that is so horrible. I can't imagine being forced to torture someone. It's incredibly unfair. I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for the student you had to torture.
I'm so glad my sister isn't there. How did such a fantastic place turn to hell?
I really don't know what to say. Whatever I say just sounds stupid. It's just all too scary and crazy.
Will anything ever be okay again? I don't think so.
I don't quite know what happened to it. I think it started with Dumbledore's death. I'm glad your sister isn't here, too. I have a hard enough time getting yelled at by the elder sibling and co. of the kid I did that too...
If we have hope, things will get better. Good guy's always win, right...?
Good guys win in Disney movies and children's books. I don't know about real life. But you're right. We need to try to hold on to hope.
Good always conquers eventually, I believe, though how long that may be... well, I think we're all hoping to accelerate the process. But I'm just a delusional 20-year-old. Then again, a handful of delusional young people can change the world just as much as anyone else, can't they?
Yes, I believe so. My favorite quote states:
"Never doubt that a small group of dedicated people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
Wotcher.
I...I think Sus has mentioned me. My name is Dani.
Um...
I'm bored so I thought I'd say hi. Sus is here with me but she is, indisposed. Or to be honest, she looks like hell and she's completely unconscious. We were tracked last night after the broadcast. Which was pretty disappointing considering up till then we were all actually having fun for once. My mums still missing. Isaac is out looking for her. We found Sus in bad shape last night but mum...
Bullocks! I'm all jumpy.
So, biography. Ahh...
I guess my life really started when I found out I was magic. I'm a gryffindor, it would be my second year but then moldy shorts took over and now everything's a mess.
I wonder if I'll graduate on time.
Anyways my dad was really freaked out by the whole thing. I didn't really care since he's a total git. He hit my mum a couple times. I used to hear him yelling at her at night. One time the police came. The muggle ones I mean. Mum was pretty broken up after he left though.
When Mum found out about the whole wizarding war thing she wanted me to go to the registration committee. She thought I'd be kept in anyways. I ended up writing to some friends who told Isaac. He showed up and talked my mum out of it and stayed with us until we could get out and-
I think I hear him. I'll write more later. Hopefully Sus'll come to soon.
Dani,
Hi! It's nice to meet you. I'm worried about SC Mather. Do you think she'll be okay? Oh! And I hope you find your mum very soon. Please keep us updated on all that.
I'm sorry about your dad. He sounds awful.
I'm glad you listened to Isaac. From what I heard it wouldn't have been good for you to turn yourself in.
I lived in a Muggle family in America I always felt different. I was able to do things, like when I got mad at my sister and Mom they both tripped and hit their heads (I was 6 and I did not want them to trip). One day this man comes to our door says he is from the The Salem Wizards and Witches Institute tells me I am a Wizard this was when I was 11. I was exited because I thought there was something wrong with me before. He said that I had to go to school there and that I could not come home until the summer but I wanted to go. I studied magic there. Until I was 18. I decided to go back to school to become a Magical researcher (an Unspeakable in Britain). I moved to Britain about a year ago. Worked in the Ministry as an Auror/Hit Wizard. I had a friend that knew the Delacours’ so I decided to go to their wedding with him. After the "incident" me and my friend decided to stay and fight. But the Death Eaters overwhelmed us. My friend was killed by a Killing curse. Once they saw that what they were looking for was not there they left. When I went to work the next day one of my friends, who was secretary to Umbridge at the time, told me about the new policy. I almost made it out without their having to be a fight. I had to stun a few guards but that was it. I made it to my house started packing and got out of there. I stayed on my own for a while hiding. Then I ran into some snatchers I was able to defeat them but I was badly hurt I passed out and found myself in a centaur village. That is where I am at to this day.
Hi Proud Mudblood!
It's so nice to see you here. Thank you for coming, and thank you for sharing your story. I loved reading it.
Did you like the Salem Witches and Wizards Institute? Why did you decide to move to the UK? Do you miss America at all?
I'm very sorry that your friend was killed. I'm glad you're safe with the centaurs.
It was really fun there. It was in the woods and we were in cabins. Kinda like a summer camp. The classes were outside most of the time. They use atmospheric charms to make it sunny and warm all school year long( exept for when it rains). But then when you come home you are kinda tired of the heat.
I wanted to move the UK becouse I heared about how it is so nice over there. And one of my freinds that was the Secratay to Umbridge told me about the Department of Mysteries and that they do resurch on magic (in America there main focos was on potions at the time). But there were no opinings in the UK so I worked as law enforcment.
I actully really don't miss America. It is so wonderfull here (besides the looming threght of Dealth Eaters, Snachers, and the fact that Voldimort conrolls every thing) other than that it is very exiting.
Proud Mudblood,
Your school seems great...the whole camp atmosphere. I'm glad you're not missing America. I miss London, but I'm getting used to being away from it.
(sorry for the spelling)
It is better for you to be away from the country. Things are getting worse here. Especially with the Centars there thinking about kicking me out becouase they keep finding snachers in there territory. They think it is my fault. *Sigh* if I do get kicked out i think ill find the Rebils. Im not afraid of Snachers finding me with the centars there are a lot of them in the UK stay safe.
Proud Mudblood,
I'm sorry that the Centaurs are thinking of kicking you out. Hopefully if that happens you'll find some of the rebellion to keep you company.
As for the spelling, I can still understand what you're saying, so it's okay!
Well, I'm Sophie. Mia's little sister.
You already know a lot of my story from Mia, but I thought I'd tell the part that she didn't see.
So, a DE got hands on me at Bill and Fluer's wedding. Before anything terribly bad could happen, Mrs. Dora came and saved me. You guys might know her better as Tonks.
After that, I spent about three weeks worrying about Mia, terrified that the worst had happened. I stayed with Mrs. Dora's parents-who were so kind-but I missed Mia. It was the most terrifying thing in my life. And during this time, I also learned that my parents were dead. Imagine losing absolutely everything you care about. That's what happened to me.
Then,Mrs. Dora came and told me that they had contacted Mia-that she was coming for me. I didn't completely believe until I saw her. Then, we went to Athena Kensley's house, and things got better. Now though, we're at Hogwart. I'm a Ravenclaw, but it's hard seeing Mia cut and bruised from fighting them.
I'm scared and I don't think that I can be brave. I just want thing to be better.
Hi Sophie!
It's nice to meet you. I remember when Mia was looking for you, and I was very relieved to hear the news that you were okay. Well, you were alive, at least. I'm sorry for everything you've been through.
Alex
P.S-My middle name is Sophie : )
I'm ready to tell my story now. Alex, you're not going to like it. Sorry.
I'll start with this: I wasn't very excited about being a witch. I was a little excited, but that's only because Alex and my parents seemed to think it was so fantastic. I figured if they thought it was great, than it must be great. Right. Okay, and maybe I enjoyed seeing Alex jealous. She tried to hide it....but come on!
Alex should have been the witch. Whoever decides these things really messed up on that. Alex always loved fantasy and magical stuff. She read books like that all the time. She loved playing stories with dragons and fairies. It was totally her thing. All that stuff was boring to me. So, why did things work out so backwards? I don't know.
When the headmaster came to our flat, I was sort of happy; not about being a witch, but about going to school. I had been homeschooled my whole life and had always wanted to try the school thing. I saw it on the telly, and it looked fun. I'd ask mum about it sometimes, and she'd always have some excuse; or she'd ask me to wait another year. So, here was my chance.
I was a little less thrilled when I learned it was a boarding school. Going to school for the day was one thing, but actually living there? I worried about missing my family and friends. But
my parents and Alex were so excited for me, so I tried to be excited too.
On the train, I tried to talk to Draco Malfoy. He looked like this kid who I used to play with at the park, so I guess that made me feel comfortable going up to him. Draco asked me about my family, and when I told him I was the only witch in my family, he called me a mudblood and walked away.
I had no idea what mudblood meant, but I did understand that I had been rejected for some reason.
I tried to talk to one other person on the train. Hermione Granger. I overheard her say she had Muggle Parents. I didn't know what that meant at first, but then I remembered the headmaster saying it means non-magical. I told her my parents were Muggles too. I thought maybe we could be friends because we had something in common. Then Hermione blabbed on and on about all this brainy stuff. It kind of seemed like she was showing off. When I couldn't keep up with the conversation, she lost interest and went to talk to someone else.
I felt very alone and wanted to go home.
Things didn't get better at school. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't completely awful. I wasn't bullied or anything. People didn't trip me in the hall or use me to practice their spells. Most people were okay towards me, minus Draco Malfoy. But he didn't give me much attention. No one gave me much attention. I was just kind of....invisible. But not in any kind of magical way.
So, Alex there's the truth now. I let you guys believe that I had a lot of friends and was happy there. Why? I hated the idea of you knowing the truth.
I didn't do very well in my classes, but I managed not to totally fail anything. I didn't try very hard because I really didn't give a crap about magic.
In my second year, I was really excited about the whole Chamber of Secrets thing. I knew for sure that our overprotective mum wouldn't let me stay while Muggle-born kids were in danger. I waited for the owl from my family. It never came. My lovely mum and dad let me stay in a place where I could have easily been killed.
At the end of the school year, I didn't really care about anything. I had no sad feelings about leaving Hogwarts, and I had no happy feelings about coming back to London. I was so angry at my family for not bringing me home. But I clung to hope. I hoped that they'd ask me not to go back the next year.
It didn't happen.
I hoped after it was revealed that a werewolf was hired as a teacher, they'd keep me home. That didn't happen.
When Cedric Diggory died and the dark lord returned, I couldn't imagine they'd make me go back.
I went back.
Then we had the Professor Umbridge year. I know people hate her, but she never bothered me. Like with everyone else, I was pretty much invisible to her.
I thought about joining the DA thing. It's not like I cared about fighting evil wizard warlord people, but I figured this might be my one chance to meet friends....instead of pretending to have friends.
I ended up going to the wrong meeting place....or maybe I had the wrong time. I don't know. Then by the end of all that, I figured I didn't belong there anyway.
So I had five very blah years years at Hogwarts.
Most of the sixth year was awful as well.
Then in the last few months something happened. I bet you can guess what that was.
I met Rhyden.
He started out as a secret admirer. He wrote me little notes about how I was the most beautiful girl he ever saw and he couldn't believe I was in Hufflepuff. He said the hat must have made a mistake. I should be in Slytherin.
I loved all the attention. And if any of you know Rhyden, he is so....well, he's pretty okay looking. I couldn't believe a guy like him could like me. I was really shocked when I found out he was writing me the notes. He was really shocked when he found out that not only was I a Hufflepuff, I was a Muggle-born. Oh, but he never said Muggle-born. He always said mudblood. When he used the word about others, he said it with disgust. When he said it about me, he said it with love.. He called me Princess Mudblood. That was his nickname for me. I loved it.
I loved him. After all I've been through, it's hard to look back at those times and remember how happy I felt. But I really was happy. For the first time, I didn't feel invisible at Hogwarts. For the first time I felt someone loved me more than anything in the world. I was number one in Rhyden's world. Or so I thought. See, but with my family I always felt they loved Alex more. I felt they'd never truly care if I disappeared.
Rhyden became the centre of my life.. And then the school year started coming to an end. I was devastated about leaving Rhyden. He said everything would be fine. We'd be back in school in a few months. We'd see each other in London during the summer. He would send me owls everyday. That cheered me up a little bit.
Then a few weeks after school ended, my dad told there was going to be a war and we had to escape to Australia. Why Australia? My dad was born and raised there. We had relatives. We'd stay with them. I begged them to let me stay in London. It's not that I have anything against Australia. Home and Away is made here. But I didn't want to be so far away from Rhyden.
I was SO incredibly angry. They never let me come home, and I was so unhappy. But then the first time I'm happy at Hogwarts, they wanted to take me away.
I sent Rhyden an owl and told him we were going to Australia. I should have known something was bad then. Maybe a part of me did. But he had already broken his promise of sending me owls everyday. I had been home for two weeks and hadn't heard from him. I just told myself he was busy, that his owl got lost....all stupid excuses to keep myself from feeling like crap.
We went to Australia. I hated being there. Our relatives pretty much hated us.
I wanted to go back to London. I didn't understand this whole war thing. Rhyden had told me all about the Dark Lord and how he wasn't bad. He just wanted wizards to not have to hide from Muggles. He would go on and on about how Muggles were so horrible and he'd talk about all the bad things they've done. Of course he'd always say that I was different from other Muggles and he'd never let anything happen to me. He said I could be an honorary pureblood. Once I asked about my family. He said it was best that I severe all ties with them eventually, but he also assured me he'd never let anything happen to them.
Anyway, so yeah....I guess Rhyden had me brainwashed.
I was in love and I was brainwashed....lovely combination.
And I guess you guys know what happens next.
I'm still a little confused about things. There's this stupid tiny part of me. Well, sometimes I have fantasies about Rhyden returning and saying he had been under some kind of spell. Like the Imperius curse. But mostly I know that's not true. I know he was just using me for certain things. I won't get into that because Alex would ask too many questions and embarrass me. And I'm trying to wipe out certain things from my memory.
All I know for sure is that for the first time I'm excited to be magic. For the first time I don't feel like it's a total mistake. Maybe it's a little bit of a mistake because Alex would probably be a better witch. But it can't be a total mistake because I AM the witch. This is my destiny and I'm going to follow it. I'm not going to let a bunch of purebloods accuse me of stealing magic or using love charms. Well, they can believe what they want. I know the truth. I'm just as much a wizard as they are.
I'm practising. I'm learning. And Alex is awesome at helping me. Maybe it did work out the way it's supposed to. If Alex was the witch, I'd probably never offer to help her. I'd be too busy watching Home and Away. Then again, Alex probably wouldn't even need my help.
Anyway, I'm going to become scary good at all these spells, charms, and potions. So if Rhyden and his family ever return to finish what they didn't finish before....they're going to be the terrified ones; not us.
I can be pretty scary sometimes.
Sorry. Didn't realize it would be so long. I wasn't planning on writing a novel.
Wow, Julia. That's a whole novel there. Maybe you'll win the Booker Prize.
I didn't hate it, but it did make me sad. I think there's been a HUGE misunderstanding.
I don't even know where to begin....
Well, I guess it's just that mum and dad (especially mum) talked about bringing you back home all the time. And it wasn't just when dangerous things happened. It was rare that a week went by without her asking if we should take you out of Hogwarts. She missed you! We all missed you. Mum was horribly worried about you all the time.
So why didn't they take you out of Hogwarts? It's hard to explain, but I think Mum just worried about being too over-protective. She didn't want to be the parent who prevented their child from reaching her magical destiny.
Also we thought you were happy there. You did a good job of fooling us all : (
I wish we had known you were unhappy. I wish you had come home. I mean I did think it was neat you were a witch. And yes I was jealous!!! I can admit that. But you know I was very lonely too. It's not like I've ever had a ton of friends either.
I was kind of excited about going to Australia with you. Of course I was upset about the war but I liked the idea of us being together again.
Well....I don't know what else to say.
I love you. I guess that's it.
I love you too.
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