Well I know this isn't exactly what you guys were hoping for but this thought just seized me and I had to write it down so I hope you guys enjoy this little teaser, even I'm not sure where this will be going but I can promise it will be quite the ride.
Again I own none of the Harry Potter books and make no money from this story. Ta
~Imperial Rule: Prologue – War~
War was a horrible thing. It took thousands of lives for no other reason than two people disagreeing on one thing or another and portraying it to the public as a personal insult to their culture and way of living, thus creating tension between two previously coexisting sides however tenuous the peace was it dwindled down to nothing but hatred, bigotry and conceitedness.
And yet war was also a beautiful thing to behold. Men and women fighting for what they believed in was something to be admired by those too weak to fight and protect themselves. There is something so enrapturing about watching unfold before your very eyes. The swords, the guns, the horses, the brightly coloured armour of different sides. A beautiful array of colour stuck in a morbidly fascinating dance.
That is what war was: horribly obtuse and often times pointless, too many lives lost for no reason other than someone's pride, selfishness or idiocy and yet it is an honourable fate to fight and die in war fighting for personal beliefs, way of life and above all to protect country and family.
Yes war was something no one truly looked forward to and yet cannot ignore the call for war and adversity is simply the forgotten ways of humans. The very nature of humans was, before mankind learned and civilized themselves, the same as any animal. Protect your life, your home and your family. Instincts buried so deep within the human physic that it lies forgotten, only revealing itself in times of war.
This fact, however, does nor hold true to all humans there are those who have not forgotten their primal instinct and instead of fearing it they embraced in and the gift of mother Earth herself. These humans are known as witches and wizards who live along side nature's forgotten creatures, the dwarfs, goblins, werewolves, vampires and many more that the other non-magical humans have long since forgotten and abandoned in fairy-tales, something not real, something that didn't exist.
These magical people however were well aware of nature's creations and resolved to save mother Earth from the 'muggles' as the other half were known as however after many centuries had past this resolve was weakened until it was almost entirely forgotten thanks to the undue influence of muggles and muggleborns – children born from muggles with no magical blood in the family – and with them they brought the stigma of technology and advancement, new traditions ousted the old until none but the oldest most pure magical families were left to remember their goals.
These wizards and witches were known as purebloods and held a higher position in society trying as best they could to preserve their way of life. Do not be mistaken though, change was very much welcome but the current changes being made was heading straight towards the destruction of the entire Wizarding race and the situation was made all the worse when a civil war broke out lasting an entire decade until finally there was a victor and for the first time in a long time Mother Earth breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the man now in charge of Wizarding would help save her children.
This man's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle better known as either Lord Voldemort to the brave, the Dark Lord to the obedient and You-Know-Who to the weak, scared and opposing faction. With an iron clad rule Voldemort set about returning things to how they should be, outlawing the dangerous to their existence and adding new and improved laws to ensure their continued existence. He was obeyed without question for the people feared him and do not dare to go against him.
Perhaps though if the man were a bit kinder his pile of paperwork depicting minor revolts every few weeks wouldn't be quite so large.
So, tell me what you think