It's Happening Again

by Demethius

What would happen if you were to allow the combining of boggarts and dementors? What would happen if the only thing that was creating this cataclysmic entity was your own thoughts? It happened nearly 1000 years ago, the Wizarding World was able to eradicate the terrors but now the events are all but forgotten, without the knowledge of what they are how do you fight them?

Reader,

Be this for the intended recipient or a fortunate bystander I plead with thee, do not discard this letter. It is of grave importance that you bring forth the distant memories of the catastrophic events that once plagued this land many an era ago. The memories of the destruction of towns, villages, farmland and woodland as if they were made of nothing more than straw, destined to be destroyed by the faintest of breezes caused by the monstrosity that caused this devastation. Allow the recollection of the many lives that were decimated by this creation. It stole the breath from the lungs of its victims like a vacuum. Unforgiving and cold were its features. No eyes to speak of yet you could feel its gaze burrowing deep into your soul. No perceptual height yet it loomed over you like a giant to a baby. It felt like fear itself but harsher, sharper, it was as if you had fallen into the abyss of your subconscious, drowned by all of your most terrible nightmares and somehow, some way that fear of the dark that you thought you'd ridden yourself of comes back and slams you down further only to be struck by the wrath of your God, unbinding and hateful of your existence. That only begins to interoperate the feeling of convulsing agony that this abomination of an entity can will you to feel.

I truly think the only way to describe this horrendous chain of events is that fear grew so much in this world that we –the populace- allowed it to become a real, living thing. It began to realise the power it had, the more it grew the more it was feared, a vicious circle arose and was impounding all in its circumference, unable to escape the grasp of this dome that we created. Most crumbled under the influence, it was not that they were weak; on the contrary in fact, none who were plagued by this madness could ever be thought of as weak again. We had our inner most secrets robbed from us, contorted and distressed so it could no longer be recognised as something of this world, we were abused and tormented for days until this thing removed any light we had left, even the light of life was scraped from the shells of most. Those were the lucky ones.

So, once again I plead for you to take action, do not ignore this letter, do not let this happen again. The signs are all around you, simply open your eyes to them in time.

Sincerely,

A memory trapped in the shadows.