Author Note: this is a Story inspired by "the Hogarts Purge." Hope you like.
Memoir of an Inquisitor
Twenty years. It has been twenty years to the day. Funny how time can slip by like that so quickly. Had it really been so long? I just realized that I hadn't thought of that day twenty years ago for a long time. A very long time. I never thought about that day for many reasons. First among them; it is simultaneously the worst and best day of life. There were many reasons why it was the worst day of my life. It was the day everything I knew was pulled out from under me. How I understood the world. How it worked, how fit in, and who was truly the ones with power. I thought I understood myself, I had no clue. I lost every one I cared about. It was a day full of death, destruction and misery. It was the day hope died in side me. I learned an ugly truth the day I surrendered to them and they took me up. I was taken, branded and told I had to repent for my sins. Sins, yes, I know now I was sinning, even in ignorance. Not an excuse. I repent now. I serve now. I pray now. Twenty years ago was also a great day in my life, for it was the day I was given my true calling, my true destiny.
I look around my Spartan cabin, my desk in one corner with its many scrolls and data slats, my small but comfortable bed across from it. On the other side of the cabin is my wardrobe. Looking around helps me think back to that day. The Inquisition took me. I had given up when the others had died in front of me. I surrendered and the place an inhibitor on me, quickly shuttling me up to their ship as they swept through the school, purging it of all the heretic psykers. I pull open the wardrobe and begin dressing. I pull a dark, long sleeve shirt and heavy pants on first. The Inquisitor overseeing the purge had interrogated me for a long time. I had readily given up the information. I don't even remember why, don't care now. He had called me Subject 26. He told me I was an untrained Pysker, that I was a sinner for not worshiping the god emperor. I never felt as weak as in that moment. I had quietly asked if I complied, If I worshiped as he said I should have, If I worshiped the Emperor as he said I should, would I live? I pull Knee length boots on, the symbol of the inquisition on the left and a gilded skull on the right.
"You wish to repent?" He had asked me. I had stared at him for several long minutes, not quite sure if I should answer him. "If you say you wish to repent, then you will live. A Penitent Pysker is what you will be, I will oversee you, and you will do as I command, or you will die like the other heretics. Do you understand?" My mouth had become painfully dry at those words. I didn't know how to respond. I could barely think then. I tried to swallow the massive lump growing in my throat. If I refused I would die, If I submitted, I might die anyway. There was only one choice for me. "Well?" he had pressed. "What. Is .Your. Answer?"
"I want to repent and serve." I was in tears at that moment. The Inquisitor smiled at me.
"Good answer." He replied coolly. He left the interrogation cell, several minutes later, a guard came in and I was escorted to my new quarters on the ship, thus my life as a penitent Pysker began. I pull on a knee length vest made of rich brown leather, securing a large belt about my waist, a large pouch on my belt holding the divine teachings of the Emperor held inside. Its weight now a comfort to me. I spent nearly sixteen years as a penitent Pysker. The training I went through was brutal. Looking back now, I can hardly imagine how I lived through all of it. All the while, I had the litanies of the Imperial truth literally beaten into me, I was made to self-flagellate as penance for my sinful life beforehand. I learned quickly to speak the Imperial truth from my heart, soon it filled it. I believed the words soon enough, the so called "teachers" at Hogwarts, I spit thinking of the name now. Vile witch heretic coven. Over the years my powers grew, as did my faith in the Immortal God emperor. For who else but he who sits upon the Golden Throne would allow me such opportunity to thrive, even as a penitent Pysker? I served, I learned, I grew, I proved my faith and loyalty time and again. I helped my Master seek out and eradicate the vile witch coven calling themselves "death eaters. I divined the location of their debased leader's soul fragments, sending them screaming back to the warp where they belong.
I pull on my heavy over coat; its large shoulder pads dull silver. I then savagely pull my curly brown hair into submission behind my head in a severe pony tail. Four years ago I had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt where my loyalty was. I was faithful, my heart full with the God emperor's benediction, and his word on my lips and His litanies in my soul, his righteous fury in my hands. I was made an apprentice of the Inquisition, my master now my teacher as well. I would purge the Heretic in His name. I was filled with a joy on the faithful could know. My life was to serve, and I did so happily. I walk back to my desk and pull a chain with the holy Aquila attached. I whisper for the God Emperor's Benediction. I place the holy device around my neck and tuck under my shirt. My master calls upon me once more. My Psychic talent called upon to bring His justice to the heretic and mutant.
I remember twenty years past and feel nothing but contempt for the filth that I had lived amongst, as is proper. They were animals, the "students" and "teachers" of Hogwarts, vile name, carelessly throwing about their psychic talent, with not a single thought as to the consequences. Nothing but Degenerate heretics, flaunting there "magic" as if it made them better than their fellows, strutting around like the filthy chaos Sorcerers, only their own happiness in mind, no thought at all to giving glory and honor to the Divine and Immortal God Emperor. Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, Malfoy, and all the others, reaped what they justly had sown. They had hubris in their hearts, and they paid the price.
I leave my room and head toward the bridge to meet my master. I am ready now. My faith is strong and my hate is pure. My master has finally discovered the final coven of the "wizarding world". It is called Durmstrang, and they have the audacity to freely and openly teach the study and summoning of daemons! Daemons! Vile, filthy, heretical, Chaos worshipping scum! They will feel the god Emperor's Malediction; they will feel the Ordo Hereticus' wrath. I know this because my master and I are righteous, we are just, and we are the Voice of The emperor himself. We carry his will and punish those who would reject his light.
Who am I thought o say all these things you ask? Who am I? I am Penitent Pysker; I am Former Hogwarts student and Gryfindor. I am Alpha level Pysker and Apprentice to My master Lord Predujis Bigotin. My name is Hermione Granger, and I am an Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus of the Most Holy Inquisition! And I am coming for you, Heretics of Durmstrang.