Shadows
Summary: What if Grindelwald had defeated Dumbledore in 1945? What if, as a result of this, the entire wizarding world was segregated and those who weren't pure of blood were seen as second class citizens? What if a witch and wizard fell in love in a world that would never leave them in peace? Would things have turned out so different? Lily/ James
Disclaimer :Its mine all mine mwhahahahaha. And go on and sew me if you want, you'd get absolute jack though. Joking, joking. It all belongs to the lovely JK
Rating: R. For swearing and some dark and adult themes.
Prologue:
July 1965
"Today is a horrific and devastating day for all wizards and witches-White and Grey alike. Today we mark the end of a phenomenal era, the end of a revolution for wizard kind. It is with my greatest despair, ladies and gentlemen that I announce to you that our leader is...has left us."
Several horrified gasps and shouts rippled through the crowd.
"It is with the heaviest of hearts that I inform you of the death of one Ephilius Grindlewald. My deepest sympathy to you all"
The crowd stood silent, but the teeming mass of conflicting emotions within it rang and screamed and raged like a great storm that can be heared for miles around. The speaker, unable to say much more, left in an awkward hurry, dropping behind him the magical microphone which squeaked a bit before falling silent.
And then there was uproar.
Sobs, cheers, screams, hollers, cries everywhere. Laura Potter scooped her five-year-old son into her arms to prevent him being trampled by a group of Greys who were dancing through the streets.
"We better go Mark," she turned to her husband, "before this gets messy" Mark, among one of the few groups of Whites jumping up and down in celebration, appeared not to hear.
"Mark..."
"ok Laura, calm down. We've been waiting for years for this day. C'mon stay and celebrate a bit"
"We can do that at home..."
he ignored her a turned to greet more friends and colleagues, slapping backs furiously. She watched troubled across the crowd, hergaze falling on a family of White wizards who were clinging onto each other for comfort, even the father crying.
"Mark!"
"Just leave me alone Ok Laura?" He snapped "Mark! Sooner or later one half of this crowd is going to realise that it has utterly different feelings than the other half. And I'm not prepared to wait around and witness that ok?"
"Its not like we haven't before..."
"Yes!" She exclaimed testily, "Wise move that. Getting your son caught up I that sort of duel before he even reaches his sixth birthday!"
"Laura...", but his gaze travelled to the boy nestled in his wife's arms, who did nothing but stare back at him with inquisitive hazel eyes,
"I...oh ok then. I'm off guys,"
Laura turned and began to walk away as her husband bade farewell to his companions. She didn't know why she wasn't in the mood for celebrating. They had waited so, so long for this day, prayed for so many years. What if things really didn't change all that much? Yes, Grindlewald may be gone but his supporters and the set of laws he left behind him were as strong as ever. And yes, as Whites that had the easy way of things but she had lost so many Grey friends over the past decade and their family were notorious "blood traitors"... She looked down and her son, cradled to her breast. Her baby. So innocent, so naïve. She hoped things would be better for him. God how she hoped...
Summary: What if Grindelwald had defeated Dumbledore in 1945? What if, as a result of this, the entire wizarding world was segregated and those who weren't pure of blood were seen as second class citizens? What if a witch and wizard fell in love in a world that would never leave them in peace? Would things have turned out so different? Lily/ James
Disclaimer :Its mine all mine mwhahahahaha. And go on and sew me if you want, you'd get absolute jack though. Joking, joking. It all belongs to the lovely JK
Rating: R. For swearing and some dark and adult themes.
Prologue:
July 1965
"Today is a horrific and devastating day for all wizards and witches-White and Grey alike. Today we mark the end of a phenomenal era, the end of a revolution for wizard kind. It is with my greatest despair, ladies and gentlemen that I announce to you that our leader is...has left us."
Several horrified gasps and shouts rippled through the crowd.
"It is with the heaviest of hearts that I inform you of the death of one Ephilius Grindlewald. My deepest sympathy to you all"
The crowd stood silent, but the teeming mass of conflicting emotions within it rang and screamed and raged like a great storm that can be heared for miles around. The speaker, unable to say much more, left in an awkward hurry, dropping behind him the magical microphone which squeaked a bit before falling silent.
And then there was uproar.
Sobs, cheers, screams, hollers, cries everywhere. Laura Potter scooped her five-year-old son into her arms to prevent him being trampled by a group of Greys who were dancing through the streets.
"We better go Mark," she turned to her husband, "before this gets messy" Mark, among one of the few groups of Whites jumping up and down in celebration, appeared not to hear.
"Mark..."
"ok Laura, calm down. We've been waiting for years for this day. C'mon stay and celebrate a bit"
"We can do that at home..."
he ignored her a turned to greet more friends and colleagues, slapping backs furiously. She watched troubled across the crowd, hergaze falling on a family of White wizards who were clinging onto each other for comfort, even the father crying.
"Mark!"
"Just leave me alone Ok Laura?" He snapped "Mark! Sooner or later one half of this crowd is going to realise that it has utterly different feelings than the other half. And I'm not prepared to wait around and witness that ok?"
"Its not like we haven't before..."
"Yes!" She exclaimed testily, "Wise move that. Getting your son caught up I that sort of duel before he even reaches his sixth birthday!"
"Laura...", but his gaze travelled to the boy nestled in his wife's arms, who did nothing but stare back at him with inquisitive hazel eyes,
"I...oh ok then. I'm off guys,"
Laura turned and began to walk away as her husband bade farewell to his companions. She didn't know why she wasn't in the mood for celebrating. They had waited so, so long for this day, prayed for so many years. What if things really didn't change all that much? Yes, Grindlewald may be gone but his supporters and the set of laws he left behind him were as strong as ever. And yes, as Whites that had the easy way of things but she had lost so many Grey friends over the past decade and their family were notorious "blood traitors"... She looked down and her son, cradled to her breast. Her baby. So innocent, so naïve. She hoped things would be better for him. God how she hoped...