Harry Potter: The After Story

17 years after Voldemort's end:

The scene is set in the ministry of magic. A young woman enters the room which has been filled with glowing floating lights to make it seem livelier and a calmer place than it previously was. Behind the young black haired woman was a small, Asian child looking down on the floor. The young woman, about 20 years old, spoke loudly for the whole ministry to hear. Harry, Hermoine, Ron, and Percy were in the room, listening to the American accented woman.

"Ministry of Magic, I plead with you to help us. Everyone throughout the wizarding world has heard of your valiant defeat of the dark lord." the woman said, staring all of the spectators one by one.

"However, there have been many weird disturbances in the American Wizarding School and throughout the west in general. We think, the professors and students of the West think, that before the dark lord fell…." she hesitated for a moment, and then spoke a little more slowly.

"He came to our land…and…and" she stuttered before turning away from the spectators to look at the child behind her. She turned back at them, with tears in her eyes.

"He cursed stud-d-dents with black magic. It seems that…that he was trying to experiment with them when they were just children." she said bitterly. The room was dead silent, and Percy stood up angrily, a red color enveloping his entire face.

"What? Are you saying that there were children suffering for over 20 years, and we're only hearing about it now?" he said with rage. The woman stumbled backwards a little, shocked by the sudden stream of anger that filled the room. Ron went out of his chair and went to his brother, calming him down before they both finally sat back down.

"How many are there?" he asked with lessened anger.

The woman looked down and started crying.

"There were 20." she said while sobbing. She then stood up more straightly and looked at Percy in the eyes.

"Now, there's only one left." she said sadly, while her body shook with grief.

"Voldemort…he cursed several toys that were given to wizard babies. 19 of them were given to the babies, but…but only about a week ago, when they were all about 18 years old….they started to suddenly turn evil. I mean, all of a sudden, their attitudes changed and they started throwing curses around at everyone. They went up to the American ministry with the intent of killing them. So…." she started crying again.

"Did you kill em'?" Harry said suddenly, with a mixture of sadness and confusion in his eyes. The woman shook her head.

"They were just walking up the steps towards the ministry when they all just fell. After we found their bodies, some doctors examined it and they all had similar tattoos marked on them. Some expert wizards examined the marks and said that they were old, ancient curses. Those marks were just legends in tales. They are very, very powerful, and the 19 of them…couldn't take it….so they died." she said. She fell to her knees and looked up at the ministry, with hatred and agony in her eyes.

"My…my brother. He was one of them…" she started weeping on the floor, her hands covering her face. Hermoine turned away, tears forming while Ron hugged her, trying to comfort her.

"Where are the toys now?" Percy said with fear. The woman wiped away the tears from her eyes.

"They're destroyed. Some of the wizards in the ministry inspected it carefully. With one touch, the tattoo would appear. However, it would only mark the children who first touch it. Then, it's useless." She held up one blackened toy. It was a rattle.

"Somehow, this rattle used for only baby wizards made it up to the muggle world, and this child found it." The woman pushed the child forward and pushed up her sleeve. There was a small mark, shaped like a black moon, on her upper arm. The child cried of pain when the woman pressed the mark. She did not release the child until Hermoine gave a shout of anger.

"LET HER GO!" she yelled. The woman, taken by darkness for a moment, let the child go, got her mind back before repeatedly apologizing to the child.

"There's nothing we can do. We need your help. Your district has learned more about the dark magic more than we have in the west. Please, help her."

Percy stood up and looked at the little girl.

"We shall help her, but she must stay here for the time being and must be under the care of the ministry. Nobody will be able to see her until she's recovered." Two guards took the girl's hands and dragged her towards a door near the ministry's side.

"Wait! You..please, let me see her. She only has me. Please! She's my….she's my…"

Scene fades to dark.