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The darkness of the woods could overpower even the most courageous mankind had to offer. But a roaring fire kept the darkness at bay. Joyful singing from youths seated around the fire added further warmth to the air. Anyone coming upon this scene would think they had stumbled upon a summer camp bonfire. But they would be dead wrong. This was a secret meeting of the "Knights of the Order." Leading the songs was a pretty young woman dressed all in black waving her wand in time with the music. A bright-eyed youth could be singing wholeheartedly with his friends. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the slaughter at Taroo we washed ourselves in muggles blood and all the half breeds too, were bringing down the Ministry 'tis true 'tis true 'tis true ... the Dark Lord marches on." When the song had finished they erupted in applause and shouts of "Hail Voldemort." The Witch took her place by the fire and Michael stood up, attempting to quiet down the Knights. "Knights to attention!" Michael commanded and everyone stood straight up, arms at their sides. Michael put his fist to his chest and then extended his arm straight out palm down. "Hail Voldemort" The other Knights threw out their arms and enthusiastically repeated "Hail Voldemort." Michael repeated his salute this time shouting "Hail Victory." After the others had repeated this, the meeting resumed and they once again took their seats. Michael called on each of the members to perform new magic that they had been assigned. They would each perform these magics on a captured gnome at the head of the group. In the forest it was safe for them to practice magic, the Ministry's wizards would never detect it. As the last member Thomas Werner took his seat Michael produced his wand. " Now, Knights we have special orders to learn a new spell, to be practiced at every possible moment." The youths smiled and a murmur broke out among them. Michael aimed his wand at the frightened tortured gnome. He then shouted the worst curse known to wizarding kind. A green light shot from his wand and the gnome died before the excited crowd. "We must practice this as much as possible if we want to become soldiers for our Master. The members applauded profusely and the meeting went on. "We will use this against those filthy mudbloods." The members went wild shouting threats to all half-breeds. "We will crush them under our boots!" "We will strike them down whenever we meet!" "We will torture them in front of their families!" "Mudbloods lie cheat and steal!" "Mudbloods dilute Pure Wizarding blood!" "We will kill them, mash them, crush them, destroy them!" The shouts built into a crescendo of blind hate and rage. Michael nodded at his Knights as they continued to shout the terrible things they would do to any half-breeds they met. The sight heartened him, and he joined his friends in shouting out his hate for mudbloods. The fire reflecting on the youth's faces made them seem like devils chomping at the bit to destroy the world. The shouting soon petered out and the meeting resumed.
When all important issues had been discussed the members rose once more and saluted their leader. After dousing the fire they headed off back to Michael's house. After all his friends had gone home Michael started off to his bedroom. On the way he passed his Father's study and heard a heated discussion going on within. From what he could catch of the conversation his parents were talking about David and his job at the Ministry. Michael was very proud of his brother, who leaked secrets from the ministry to his parents. He was fighting the good fight and assisting the Dark Lord. Spying right under the noses of the mudblood fools who ran the Ministry. Michael smiled at the thought as he reached his room and got ready for bed.
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The darkness of the woods could overpower even the most courageous mankind had to offer. But a roaring fire kept the darkness at bay. Joyful singing from youths seated around the fire added further warmth to the air. Anyone coming upon this scene would think they had stumbled upon a summer camp bonfire. But they would be dead wrong. This was a secret meeting of the "Knights of the Order." Leading the songs was a pretty young woman dressed all in black waving her wand in time with the music. A bright-eyed youth could be singing wholeheartedly with his friends. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the slaughter at Taroo we washed ourselves in muggles blood and all the half breeds too, were bringing down the Ministry 'tis true 'tis true 'tis true ... the Dark Lord marches on." When the song had finished they erupted in applause and shouts of "Hail Voldemort." The Witch took her place by the fire and Michael stood up, attempting to quiet down the Knights. "Knights to attention!" Michael commanded and everyone stood straight up, arms at their sides. Michael put his fist to his chest and then extended his arm straight out palm down. "Hail Voldemort" The other Knights threw out their arms and enthusiastically repeated "Hail Voldemort." Michael repeated his salute this time shouting "Hail Victory." After the others had repeated this, the meeting resumed and they once again took their seats. Michael called on each of the members to perform new magic that they had been assigned. They would each perform these magics on a captured gnome at the head of the group. In the forest it was safe for them to practice magic, the Ministry's wizards would never detect it. As the last member Thomas Werner took his seat Michael produced his wand. " Now, Knights we have special orders to learn a new spell, to be practiced at every possible moment." The youths smiled and a murmur broke out among them. Michael aimed his wand at the frightened tortured gnome. He then shouted the worst curse known to wizarding kind. A green light shot from his wand and the gnome died before the excited crowd. "We must practice this as much as possible if we want to become soldiers for our Master. The members applauded profusely and the meeting went on. "We will use this against those filthy mudbloods." The members went wild shouting threats to all half-breeds. "We will crush them under our boots!" "We will strike them down whenever we meet!" "We will torture them in front of their families!" "Mudbloods lie cheat and steal!" "Mudbloods dilute Pure Wizarding blood!" "We will kill them, mash them, crush them, destroy them!" The shouts built into a crescendo of blind hate and rage. Michael nodded at his Knights as they continued to shout the terrible things they would do to any half-breeds they met. The sight heartened him, and he joined his friends in shouting out his hate for mudbloods. The fire reflecting on the youth's faces made them seem like devils chomping at the bit to destroy the world. The shouting soon petered out and the meeting resumed.
When all important issues had been discussed the members rose once more and saluted their leader. After dousing the fire they headed off back to Michael's house. After all his friends had gone home Michael started off to his bedroom. On the way he passed his Father's study and heard a heated discussion going on within. From what he could catch of the conversation his parents were talking about David and his job at the Ministry. Michael was very proud of his brother, who leaked secrets from the ministry to his parents. He was fighting the good fight and assisting the Dark Lord. Spying right under the noses of the mudblood fools who ran the Ministry. Michael smiled at the thought as he reached his room and got ready for bed.