An Excerpt from The Glorious Revolution:

With the rebirth of Our Great Lord Voldemort in the year 0 NBE, the United Kingdom finally became united in fact rather than name. Our Great Lord's power and vision swept through the weak shambles of magical Britain that preceded his great coming. Unification of the purebloods and the goal of furthering the inherent supremacy of his people led to swift acclamation of Our Great Lord's right to reign.

The few malcontents to the resuscitation of the wizard's dominance in life were gathered together and given opportunity to voice their concerns in the year 2 NBE. After an open and honest period of debate, every worthy magical citizen came to appreciate and enjoin with the vision from Our Great Lord. With all of magical Britain unified at last, the politics of the impure thieves were finally cast aside so that our world could be forged anew in the triumphant essence of the new vision.

The weak muggles and fettered half-breeds were isolated from the rest of the word, with Our Great Lord placing impenetrable barriers to prevent an exodus. These subject creatures were freed from their worries over food, employment, or material possessions. Once re-educated, they became productive servants of the New British Empire, governed wisely and justly by Our Great Lord's benevolence and edict.

With all industry bent to Our Great Lord's desire, the New British Empire reached supremacy amongst all peoples. In the remarkably short span of time leading to the year 7 NBE, re-education was complete and all lived according to the grand vision that founded The Glorious Revolution. At the end of the year 7 NBE, the protective isolation Our Great Lord established was to be removed. Our Great Lord declared that the light of our vision, the strength of our magic, and the power of unity would take The Glorious Revolution to the misguided masses who yearned for our guidance.

On 19-Aug-07, NBE, Our Great Lord faced the waters from Dover, and . . .

An Excerpt from The Lost People:

They say that these tomes are passed from keeper to keeper, for we must keep the truth alive. Each time a keeper must leave the enclave, a temporary keeper is chosen to guard the precious books we have, as well as these chronicles. I am Hermione Granger, and my predecessor – Percy Weasley – did not return. I am now the Keeper of the Chronicles, from this date forward: 17 Jul 2001, or the year 7 NBE.

While prior keepers have dutifully recorded the daily operations of our guerrilla campaign, I feel that they have omitted the broader context that we find ourselves in. After Voldemort's forced re-education camps were set up, the remainder of the magical world realized that Britain was soon to be lost. The fanatic fervor of Voldemort's followers presented a huge risk to the stability of the rest of the world. Isolation was the only option they could foresee as buying the time and space necessary to stop the advance of the so-called Glorious Revolution fuelling the New British Empire.

The most powerful wizards and witches, sentient magical creatures, and practicioners of the ancient magics were brought together in secret late in the year 1996. With a force of will and expense of magic that caused shockwaves throughout the Muggle world, every magical being in Britain was cut off from every other location in the world. No item containing magic – living or otherwise – could be transported across the Wards of Exclusion that the ICW raised.

With the blitzkrieg strike in 1998, over a span of three days came the fall of the Crown, parliament, and the combined weapons of the Muggle British army. With the addition of nuclear weapons and state-of-the-art Muggle military hardware falling into Voldemort's hands, the ICW was forced to take further steps. One week later, the Wards of Exclusion were extended to cover the transport of any molecule that was not a natural part of the ocean, the air, or the bedrock deep beneath Britain. A Fidelius Charm was used on a scale that had never been seen before, and killed fifty-three people involved in the casting. For all intents and purposes, Britain no longer existed.

We, the resistance, were given notice that the event was coming. We were given a choice to flee, or stay and fight. There was hope that the ICW would gather the forces necessary to re-take Britain from the violent, bloody rule of Voldemort and his followers. We chose to stay, for this is our home, and we were willing to fight for what was right. We chose not to take the easy way out.

There is no avenue of communication to the outside. We are completely isolated. As the years have gone by, many have given up hope. Each raid results in losses. We are hunted at all times. We still have dreams, but the hope of salvation no longer burns. We wander from secure enclave to secure enclave, but it is a losing proposition. We are losing, or rather, we are lost. We have become lost. We are the Lost People.

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