Spoiler Notice: This fanfiction contains information from "Harry Potter
and the Order of the Phoenix." If you haven't read that book, firstly get
off your ass and read it and secondly do not read this fic.
Disclaimer: Firstly, do I look like JK Rowling? Well, true you can't see me, but trust me I'm NOT JK Rowling. This story is 100% mine, except for any information including phrases, characters, and anything from Harry Potter books by the genius JK Rowling. I only claim to own this plot. So in short, don't sue me, cause you won't win (and I don't have the money to give you if you did), I have this lovely disclaimer.
= Something explained at the end of the chapter.
Chapter Two-Magical Wars and Muggles
Hermione POV
The wind rushes through my raincoat, instantly chilling me to the bone. I tug the material tighter around me and hold my umbrella closer, trying to keep the rain from pelting me. The storm pounds relentlessly as I walk to the bus station after work.
Sure, it would easier for us witches and wizards to Apparate or use Floo Powder to and from work and home, but it would seem odd for people to be seen working in a building, yet never come or leave. After all, P.O.W.'s job is to hide the Magical World from Muggles.
Protect Our World Company, or P.O.W. as we call it, was established after the Great Magic Battle. The Great Magic Battle was the final fight between the Good and Voldemort and his followers. Try as we did, we were not always able to conceal the results of war before Muggles saw the damage. The damage on Muggle inhabited territory was so great and so obvious that they eventually discovered there are –real- witches and wizards. They weren't exactly ecstatic about all the destruction Our War caused, so they formed People Against Magic, or P.A.M.
Nine years ago, it was a modern day Salem witch-hunt. Many people, some magical some not, were persecuted. But, they were not burned at the stake like during the olden trials. Instead, they went through something much worse, much more sinister. The people were 'reformed,' turned into what they deemed 'normal.'
The process wasn't very pretty or simple. The condemned people went through hours of torture every single day. It was either forget your magical abilities, or stay there forever. Movies were shown constantly about how 'evil' and 'demonic' magic was. Plus, voices played through the night, reminding the prisoners that they were horrid for doing magic.
There is absolutely no way to stop or block out the sounds or pictures. Wizards and witches were stripped of their belongings and the compound was composed of a special stone called "Caedes Magius." It is a powerful stone with certain properties that repress magical capabilities. The stone was accidentally discovered through the destruction of wizard's books. Once P.A.M. found this information, they immediately constructed their associated building with it.
Muggles afraid of being attacked by a witch or wizard wore this stone as a pendent around their neck. The only problem with that theory is any good wizard knows that if they stand far enough back, the stone wouldn't affect them. But that's Muggle superstition for you. Really, the stone is only effective if the wizard in question is surrounded by the material, like in a building compiled of it.
Overall, it was a dreadful place to be and many of those who were contained there went crazy before being released. I know of only one person myself who survived that place with his mind intact, although devoid of his powers, Bill Weasley.
Some muggle reported 'strange' lights coming from Bill's apartment and BOOM, he was taken to P.A.M. within the next hour. Fortunately, he left there after several months of treatment with his mind unharmed, but could never again perform magic.
The rest of the Weasley's were devastated by this news, to hear their son and brother was taken by these magic hating Muggles and tried to help him, but there wasn't much they could do for him anymore. See, after being released, that's not the end of P.A.M.'s control. Bill had been placed in a special apartment complex filled with P.A.M. guards and official who keep a close eye on the inhabitants. Bill, as all the reformed, was fitted with a tracker unable to be removed by magic or any other means. Sadly, the Weasley's just had to let Bill go. They could not risk the exposure of the rest of the family.
"Hey lady! You gettin' in or wut?" The grouchy lard of a bus driver snaps. Now that I've awakened from my trip to the past, I realize that the bus has finally arrived. Much to my dismay, the other riders aren't quite happy with my delaying the bus route and are all turned to stare at the odd lady standing outside the bus. "Oh, yes...sorry." I murmur embarrassingly. Flashing my company issues bus pass, I hop up the wet steps. Looking around the dirty public bus, I find it to be crowded as usual. Seeing one seat available next to a rather dashing man, I shuffle in his directions, excusing myself along the way. "Is this seat taken?"
Caedes Magius- Latin for "magic killer." Sorry to all you Latin folk if this is incorrect phrasing or whatnot. Feel free to send me info if you speak/write/take Latin.
A/N: I know, I know. I lied and said that we'd meet him this chapter, but.... I thought now would be a good stopping point. I also redid the last two chapters, so you might want to go back and reread them.
Next Chapter-Bus Rides and Back Stories- We finally meet the mystery man and get a bit of explanation as to his whereabouts the last few years.
Disclaimer: Firstly, do I look like JK Rowling? Well, true you can't see me, but trust me I'm NOT JK Rowling. This story is 100% mine, except for any information including phrases, characters, and anything from Harry Potter books by the genius JK Rowling. I only claim to own this plot. So in short, don't sue me, cause you won't win (and I don't have the money to give you if you did), I have this lovely disclaimer.
= Something explained at the end of the chapter.
Chapter Two-Magical Wars and Muggles
Hermione POV
The wind rushes through my raincoat, instantly chilling me to the bone. I tug the material tighter around me and hold my umbrella closer, trying to keep the rain from pelting me. The storm pounds relentlessly as I walk to the bus station after work.
Sure, it would easier for us witches and wizards to Apparate or use Floo Powder to and from work and home, but it would seem odd for people to be seen working in a building, yet never come or leave. After all, P.O.W.'s job is to hide the Magical World from Muggles.
Protect Our World Company, or P.O.W. as we call it, was established after the Great Magic Battle. The Great Magic Battle was the final fight between the Good and Voldemort and his followers. Try as we did, we were not always able to conceal the results of war before Muggles saw the damage. The damage on Muggle inhabited territory was so great and so obvious that they eventually discovered there are –real- witches and wizards. They weren't exactly ecstatic about all the destruction Our War caused, so they formed People Against Magic, or P.A.M.
Nine years ago, it was a modern day Salem witch-hunt. Many people, some magical some not, were persecuted. But, they were not burned at the stake like during the olden trials. Instead, they went through something much worse, much more sinister. The people were 'reformed,' turned into what they deemed 'normal.'
The process wasn't very pretty or simple. The condemned people went through hours of torture every single day. It was either forget your magical abilities, or stay there forever. Movies were shown constantly about how 'evil' and 'demonic' magic was. Plus, voices played through the night, reminding the prisoners that they were horrid for doing magic.
There is absolutely no way to stop or block out the sounds or pictures. Wizards and witches were stripped of their belongings and the compound was composed of a special stone called "Caedes Magius." It is a powerful stone with certain properties that repress magical capabilities. The stone was accidentally discovered through the destruction of wizard's books. Once P.A.M. found this information, they immediately constructed their associated building with it.
Muggles afraid of being attacked by a witch or wizard wore this stone as a pendent around their neck. The only problem with that theory is any good wizard knows that if they stand far enough back, the stone wouldn't affect them. But that's Muggle superstition for you. Really, the stone is only effective if the wizard in question is surrounded by the material, like in a building compiled of it.
Overall, it was a dreadful place to be and many of those who were contained there went crazy before being released. I know of only one person myself who survived that place with his mind intact, although devoid of his powers, Bill Weasley.
Some muggle reported 'strange' lights coming from Bill's apartment and BOOM, he was taken to P.A.M. within the next hour. Fortunately, he left there after several months of treatment with his mind unharmed, but could never again perform magic.
The rest of the Weasley's were devastated by this news, to hear their son and brother was taken by these magic hating Muggles and tried to help him, but there wasn't much they could do for him anymore. See, after being released, that's not the end of P.A.M.'s control. Bill had been placed in a special apartment complex filled with P.A.M. guards and official who keep a close eye on the inhabitants. Bill, as all the reformed, was fitted with a tracker unable to be removed by magic or any other means. Sadly, the Weasley's just had to let Bill go. They could not risk the exposure of the rest of the family.
"Hey lady! You gettin' in or wut?" The grouchy lard of a bus driver snaps. Now that I've awakened from my trip to the past, I realize that the bus has finally arrived. Much to my dismay, the other riders aren't quite happy with my delaying the bus route and are all turned to stare at the odd lady standing outside the bus. "Oh, yes...sorry." I murmur embarrassingly. Flashing my company issues bus pass, I hop up the wet steps. Looking around the dirty public bus, I find it to be crowded as usual. Seeing one seat available next to a rather dashing man, I shuffle in his directions, excusing myself along the way. "Is this seat taken?"
Caedes Magius- Latin for "magic killer." Sorry to all you Latin folk if this is incorrect phrasing or whatnot. Feel free to send me info if you speak/write/take Latin.
A/N: I know, I know. I lied and said that we'd meet him this chapter, but.... I thought now would be a good stopping point. I also redid the last two chapters, so you might want to go back and reread them.
Next Chapter-Bus Rides and Back Stories- We finally meet the mystery man and get a bit of explanation as to his whereabouts the last few years.