Hello. This idea comes from something I'd like to turn into a larger fan-fiction. Let me know what you'd think about a story from a muggle-born's perspective during the wizarding war. Thanks, enjoy.
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Justin Finch-Fletchley sometimes believed that he was merely a minor actor in a grander scheme, one that wasn't meant to include him.
He was seventeen years old and his world was crashing down.
Muggle-born registration commission.
Snatchers.
Justin's parents were in hiding somewhere. Hopefully.
"You should have gone to Eton, son."
Fellow former Hufflepuff, Elanor Branstone, dozed next to Justin- her robes becoming more of rags by the day.
I should have gone to Eton, mother.
Justin sat on the grimy dirt floor of a bewitched cabin. Combined, Justin and Elanor had managed to conceal their small hiding place. Elanor awoke with weak, fluttering blinks.
"Jus, what do you think Harry Potter's doing right now? He's going to save us, right?"
Elanor needed more food than Justin could provide.
Justin had a sneaking suspicion that Harry Potter was being written into the history books this moment, for better or for worse.
He told Elanor that everything would be fine. His growling stomach offered another answer.
They would be the untold stories of this war.
Justin fingered his wand and cursed the day he received a heavy parchment letter.
As they were the untold stories of all their years at Hogwarts, so too would they be the untold stories of the war.