I have almost forgotten, maybe not forgotten, but I chose not to think about it for many years. There is to much pain in it.
Now, as I'm sitting here, at the small desk, and my husband is reading every word I'm writing, for the first time, I can hope, that I will manage to finish the task of writing the still living members of our small group have laid upon me.
Our annual meeting was overshadowed by the death of Heloise. It was not only her passing, that saddened us, it was not unexpected and we all had time to bid farewell. What was disconcerting us, were the obituaries about her accomplishments. Reading them, is reading a fairy tale, were everything is well now. But these word are lulling us into false security, they are covering the huge problems, that still exist. They are dangerous words, because people believe them. And they threaten Heloises legacy.
Very few words are written about her life, she was a very private person. Moreover there is nothing written about her early experiences in wizards society as a Muggleborn during Voldemorts reign. However, that was the time, that shaped her, that shaped us all.
The following story is not only about Heloise Montmercy, it's a story about us, the Muggleborn of Hogwarts. It's a painful story to tell and to read, but it's needed to be told at last.
I dedicate this story to you, Colin.
I'm no native speaker, so please forgive for any mistakes I have done (or tell me, I'd like to correct them)