Prologue…Trying the Salem Witches (and Wizards)…
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"Professor Binns has asked me to speak to you today because he is under the impression that you will ignore him as he give the instructions to this important project."
The entire class sat in rapt attention as Professor McGonagall talked.
"Due to the, er, complications that we had some twenty years ago, this project has not been attempted for quite some time."
Dean Thomas raised his hand. "Excuse me, Professor, but what were those complications?"
"Er, one of the over zealous students, in an attempt to prove to his partner that he was capable of work, went back to gain a, um, first-hand account."
Lavender Brown raised her hand. "Did it work?"
Professor McGonagall looked nervous for a moment and then said, rather quickly,
"Pf course not. No. Now, this will
count as most of your History of Magic grade for this term. You are to write a ten-foot long essay, with
a partner, about your topic. The fifth
years will be doing this as well, and, due to the lack of sufficient students
and inter-year mingling required by the Headmaster, some of you will have to be
paired with them. The pairings are as
follows: Finnegan and Patil, on goblin rebellions."
Parvati groaned as Seamus grinned, and then slowly frowned as he realized what his topic was.
"Brown and Thomas, medieval witch burning."
"Granger and Weasley, the life of Merlin."
"Creevey and Longbottom, the Wizenmagot."
"Potter and Weasley (A/N: This means Ginny, and the rest of the class understands, too), the Salem Witch Trials."
Professor McGonagall droned on as the other reflected their varying degrees of luck. "The essay is due the Friday before Christmas holiday. Have at it."
*~*~*
*in Dumbledore's office*
"Minerva, by any chance did Binns assign the Salem Witch Trials to a group?"
"Of course he did."
"To whom?"
"Potter and the Weasley girl. Why?"
"Oh, I'm just reading a little book about it, is all."
As Professor McGonagall left, Albus Dumbledore re-read the passage again:
One of the least commonly known trials is one of fours teens, two male (similar appearances and two female (again, similar appearances). Not much is known about these nameless teens, although the most memorable fact of the trial is that as being led out, one of the boys yelled out, much to the other's dismay, "It's wizard, you bloody idiot! I'm not a sopping girl!"
Four of them? Dumbledore thought. Oh shoot.
A/N: I just came us with this in about twenty minutes, I have a whole plot worked out and I do not need suggestions. Brianna, sorry you didn't see this first, but I had to post it.
