War and Hindsight

by blackwolfjak

A single theory of Pureblood Supremacy has decimated the country war has become common place and is spreading but it might yet be possible to change the outcome after all magic in itself is a difficult thing to predict and hindsight is a useful tool ( Rating could and probably will go up)

2. Chapter 2

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Chapter Two A Disappearance and an Arrival

Few people could comprehend the horror of being used to the smell of dirt and blood, but it was entrenched into the stone floor and was whipped amongst the bitter cold wind which was sweeping across the area of the cave. A peculiar sight arose from this site, black markings and strange forms were linked and intertwined carved and constructed into the surfaces of the cave. Power emanated inside this cave full of rage, grief, hope, despair and desperation. The interlocked shapes began to move and twist and spark creating a dance so profound to those involved as it pulled the magic from the elements themselves and the ingredients of those who had forged it into existence.

Chanting was uttered onto the air whispering through the wind, with thoughts praying for safety of a remnant of a world broken, of a nation destabilised. Praying for a hope none involved were guaranteed the success of, but it had kept life and will into the souls of those left. So any chance no matter how small was acted upon with drive and expedition. Caution thrown to the wind for what more could be forfeited that what had already been.

Shadows flickered against the walls as being covered in stains and in clothes made of many tattered layers fought the cold that went their bones but was as common to them as the smell of death, the burning pyres of the honoured brethren, of the smoke of a land that seemed to be forever aflame of the dirt stained red with blood all clung like a shroud but it no longer bothered those that remained and how they despised themselves for no longer being bothered by it, yet that was why they had gathered here

Apart from the foul smell that graced the air and this cave held only a little organic matter remained of what were once the pleasant flowers that bloomed under the twilight moon radiating its reflected light back towards the stars now covered by darkness. That splashed colour and life against the bland and sombre cave was replaced by the dark of clothes that and people that like those flowers had been drained of verdant colour and joy of life. Aside the lack of life and the collected group inhabiting the cave it was indistinct from any other, but for one very important fact.

Here amongst the dying remains of magic was a lost people's hope. Where it was tentatively cared for and grew, flourishing under tender mercies of a people battered and a landscape brutalised an area of power where the lay lines of magic crossed, one of the last few not yet corrupted. Here a plot fuelled by desperation had finally been put in place as blue mist began evaporating from the floor of the cave.

What lay here were a collection of people that if not for a succession of events most abhorrent would never have been comprehended into being, here the nationals of Great Britain gathered of varying ages skill and surprisingly species, beings that had survived Death's games. In this cave a final plan was schemed and plotted, a last desperate plan that those involved knew not all would live to see but who was to live and who was to die had been conceived long before. It is fair to say that the living if they passed this gateway not yet entered would have a harder time.

Today was the first trial of this plan being implemented a plan of hindsight, a plan to stop a war. A plan that those who had helped them if it went correctly would wake up tomorrow no longer having knowledge of, facing a world radically different to the one now.

Today was the dawning hour of the magically powerful 7th day of June 2017 and one Harry James Potter had just dissipated into a vast blue mist that had covered the land for the past day and an explosion of magic.