A/N: So I wrote this fic after a long spell of not writing. It's not great, but I decided to share it anyway. It's sort of a repost. I have no beta. All sentence fragments are intended.
Warnings: Allusions to torture (or attempted torture) and other information gathering methods of a questionable nature
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Prompt: Crumble
I never thought of it happening. The thought never crossed my mind. As I watch the North Tower fall, I wonder how I never noticed how very old Hogwarts was. The founders lived so long ago, and we never seem to repair much of anything. So many classrooms and towers and other things just fell out of use because we, wizards and witches, were becoming so few they weren't needed. Why didn't any of us question it? Why didn't we even think about it?
How is it possible that in an age where there are six billion people in the world, we can have fewer magic users? There's a larger percentage of muggleborns and half-bloods now than there's ever been in our history, but there's less of us. Our way of life was dying, our whole world was crumbling to the ground, and we never knew. We were so stuck in the past that we never realized what was happening until it was too late.
Fewer pureblood children were born each year. Now it's not uncommon for a family to make an heir and that's it. Somehow, the Weasleys had seven children. That should have been the first clue. No one had had so many children in generations. Arthur Weasley's obsession with the muggle world had a purpose after all. He won't tell us what he did. We tried questioning him, but Magic Herself interfered. It favors him and his new way of thought over us, her most devoted servants for centuries.
We never knew that the muggleborns were turning down admission to Hogwarts and other schools around the world. There were so many more of them than we'd ever seen before, how could we possibly think there'd be more? There were more. Millions more who denied their chance to learn magic. They liked their world of technology and thought our curriculum and way of life was stifling. Magic is molding Herself to fit their needs now. Our wands no longer work as they used to. More and more "technomages" are coming to the fore—magic and technology blending together. Our world is dying and this new world we could never be a part of is rising in its stead. Magic has chosen a new breed of avatars and judged us unworthy to be among them. I wonder now, how long before She judges us unworthy of life itself?
A/N: When I wrote this, I had only one sort of character in mind: It's a pureblood, but not a fanatical "mudblood hater" like Lucius Malfoy. It's a man who's proud of his heritage and definitely believes himself above muggles, but merely because he has magic and they don't (not because of their blood). I can see this person as Daphne Greengrass's father or some un-named Slytherin who was inactive in the war of that same generation or a little older.
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