I live in a world where the government is corrupt.
The police, Snatchers, are the bad guys.
The "Pure" Children become soldiers of a sort. They're called Death Eaters
An evil figure approaches loaming over everything innocent.
People go missing all the time. Most go to a giant fortress of a prison. Some are slaughtered on the spot.
The latter where better off in my opinion.
The former tortured till they die of "Natural" causes.
Only one person can stop the evil one, Voldemort, his name is Harry Potter.
It reminded me of something that happened in the human world.
The Holocaust.
Just because some of us aren't as pure as others.
Our parents "Procreated" with you humans.
Voldemort. He's responsible.
Some of the nicer "Pure" witches and wizards choose to help us and are branded as traitors.
They are treated the same as any other "filth".
I am one of them.
I, Marie Prewett, Crossed the head snatcher and lived to tell the tale.
For a while at least.
This is the story of how I died.