Holo-what?: Age Sixteen
"So those things those punk people wear are hate symbols?" Regulus asked. Lizzy gave him an odd look.
"Reg, where did you see punk rockers? Your family's mental."
"I… er… I went into Muggle London! I couldn't help it! It was so tempting, Lizzy! There was this mad bloke… he had green hair, and it was all chopped up."
"That would be punk," Lizzy said. "And yes, the swastikas are hate symbols, much like the Dark Mark."
"You're drawing all of these parallels. Surely the Death Eaters aren't like the Nazis?"
"They are. The prejudice, the hate, the senseless mass murder, the big leader with the loads of servants; it's all there. The Death Eaters are the Nazis and the Muggles and Muggleborns are the Jews. Though, the Jewish people weren't the only persecuted. There were blacks, homosexuals, disabled, Roma, Poles… even just random people without blonde hair and blue eyes."
"So I'd be dead?"
"It's likely. If not for your appearance, the fact that you live in London would do it. They were bombed pretty heavily."
"I'd… surely magic would be of some protection?"
"Magic isn't always the answer," Lizzy sighed. "Wizards and Muggles alike died, lost homes, lost friends, lost family."
"Much like now…" Regulus muttered.
"Yes. Now, you've read Anne Frank's diary like I'd asked?"
"Yeah."
"What did you think?"
"I thought it was amazing how people could be so cruel… and not in a good way. She was just a little girl, wasn't she? And they murdered her like that?"
"She was almost sixteen when she died," Lizzy said quietly.
"Even so, it's sick, isn't it? They murdered her for something she couldn't even help."
Lizzy gave him a look.
"Oh."