Battle for Unity
Chapter Three
I had been living in Great Britain for only three years. I have learned how to speak English quickly, but not very well. I can write better than talk. I come from China with my Mother and Father. We come here thanks to rich relative. Mother and Father had to work in a sweatshop back in China. Only when my rich uncle heard about it did he help us.
My parents both were fired from their job after business began declining. We barely had enough money in the first place. Luckily, we were able to move to Great Britain, were my relatives from Hong Kong now live. We live much better lives now. I am even getting an education! The only problem is that we are wizards living in a muggle world.
The wizards here hate Chinese wizards as much as they hate wizards from Hong Kong. Since they do not like us, we are forced not to associate with any magic people here. I'm sure that there are some wizards around here that are nice and didn't oppress people of different race, but it is not worth the ridicule of most people there. I hate them. I hated it more when I got the letter.
Out of all the Chinese people in all of England, I was the one to be chosen. My mother and father could speak and understand English well enough thanks to the wonderful gift of magic, but since they never learned enough, they couldn't read as well as me, who was taught in school. I had to read the mail to them. Sometimes, I would read them before I got home. I never was given letters anyway. Maybe since I was one of the very few people that were from China and learned how to speak the language as well as write very well at that time was why they chose me. I don't think I'll ever know, but I had had found the letter that day.
The letter was a different kind out of all the letters we have ever received. Usually, we had bills or letters from relatives in China and Hong Kong, (a few was from my fiancé of arranged marriage, Kwok Chang) and occasionally, even letters from the library demanding books back. This letter, however, was much different. The envelope was made of parchment and had little claw marks on it as though an owl had scratched at it. Being as curious as I was at the age of 11, I opened it eagerly the second I noticed it was for me. Not to my surprise, the letter itself was made of parchment. The contents of the letter were what surprised me.
Miss Seng-Su Wong,
You have been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This letter is to inform you that you will soon be accepting your official Hogwarts letter and, that you are chosen to be one of the first of Chinese individuals to enter the school ever. We hope to be able to start integrating other kinds of people into the program. You represent wizards from China. When you get your acceptance letter, a school official will help you get all your needed school supplies. We have sent word to your parents beforehand. Your helper, Professor Goshawk, shall help you, give you all the vital information you'll need, and answer any questions involving your stay here. We hope to see you soon.
Whenever I read letters, I usually see a signature of the person who wrote it. This one didn't have one. Those evil English wizards must have forgotten it. Most of all, how dare they even try to get me into their school. They kicked us out of the English wizard world, and yet, now they want us back? Do they honestly believe that we will go over to that school with forgiveness and grateful hearts? I was going to tell my parents that I did not wish to go. That was it.
But I was smarter than that, so I decided to look at both sides.
Pro: If I went to Hogwarts, I would be highly educated in magic and learn more about my witch ancestory. My parents would have an easier time since I could get into a school free. Learning more about my powers would help my control and I might not blow up something in front of my friends by accident. Oppression on Chinese people may change in the wizard world and peace can be established between races.
Con: I would be ridiculed and harassed every day. I wouldn't get a good education in things that mattered like math or science, although I probably would be sent to some kind of private school. Things would be completely new to me and I might not know something that everyone knows despite the fact that my parents tried their best to teach me as much Chinese magic as I could. (The ministry of magic's law wouldn't let me use too much magic or use Chinese magic. Luckily, they sometimes can't detect Chinese magic sometimes.) Despite this, I had to learn standard magic and in Latin words. I also needed to learn magic of Great Britain if I wanted to stay here. Also, I wouldn't be able to see my friends.
It was decided then. I just wouldn't go to Hogwarts. It's not what I wanted. I'm sure my parents would understand. Or so, that's what I thought. Little did I know the dangers of what happened next.
My mother came first. I thought better that I wait for my father before I told them the news. When they finally came, I gathered them into the room and greeted them politely. They were suspicious about my actions of bringing them together, but I will not blame them. Anyone with common sense would feel that way. From there, I told them the news. They didn't react the way I wanted them to.
There were very few times in my life in which I was surprised. This was one of those times. I retreated into my room sadly. I pitied myself, and I pitied the people who were to go with me. My parents were forcing me to go to Hogwarts. They said I would regret it if I didn't. I stared at my letter again. I hope professor Goshawk was a decent man. That night I cried, hoping I wouldn't at school.
*****
Lily waited in the living room not sure what to expect. Professor McGongall was to be picking her up, but of course she was afraid. Her parents had told her that they did receive a letter like that, and they had no choice but to accept. She leaned back against the white couch she was sitting in and thought for a long time. She could barely here her sister, Petunia cry and tell her how much she was going to miss her. She kept on thinking.
**Flashback**
An eight-year-old Lily jumped on her bed happily, her sister snored soundly as she was already asleep in the pink bed next to her sister's. Lily's father, Ben Evans came into her room.
"Lily! Get off of that bed and go to sleep like your sister. You're a young lady now, and you should start acting like it."
"But Papa, you still have to tell me a story."
Ben sighed, because he knew he couldn't say no to his little daughter. He advanced towards the bed, trying his best not to step on the stuffed animals scattered on the floor.
"Okay dear, what kind of story do you want to hear."
"I want to hear a story about how my great-great-great-great-great- great-great grandmother!"
"That seems like a lot of 'greats,' my dear. How about I tell you a family legend instead. It has been passed down orally from child to child in my family. I guess it's time to tell you the legend now: (Lily's eyes began to widen with interest.)
"A long time ago when bad witches were still burned at stake, there was a boy and a girl living in a tiny village by the sea. The boy and girl were great friends and played with each other every day. One day, the girl was forced to go to boarding school at the age of eleven. Since they both wanted to become doctors, they promised each other they would meet again at the same village and go to the same college together. When they became seventeen, they met again and was accepted into the best school for doctors ever.
"They were college sweethearts and then married. They had a young boy-"
"PAPA! This story is boring~!"
"Don't worry honey, we're getting to the good part:
"Anyway, they were the village doctors. They were better than any doctors ever. They healed even the people that seemed hopeless. They lived happily, but not all happy lives stay that way. One day, a villager reported that 5 children were missing from the town. It was thought that a witch had stolen them away. Around that time, there had been more and more reports on missing children, witch sightings, and owl sightings in the area.
"It was finally realized that many of these sightings happened near the village itself. The people went into a panic and started to guess who was the witch hidden amongst the town people. Finally, they realized that it could only be one person. That was the young girl that left the village to go to a rich boarding school! All these weird things didn't start happening until she showed up! So, they went over to her house, grabbed her right out of bed, brought her to the square, and burned her to death.
"They checked over and over for signs of witchcraft in her child and husband, but they found none. They spared them. The witch and owls sightings ceased, and many missing children were found, although the children had a bit of memory loss. The boy grew up without a mother, but he grew up to be a fine young man. A bit lonely, but he grew up. He married another girl in the village. After the marriage, they cleaned out the attic since it was necessary for newlyweds to do by obligation of tradition.
"The wife-let's call her Bridgette and the son Henry- found a diary that belonged to Henry's mother. While her husband wasn't looking, she read it quietly to herself. Inside she read that the mother really was a witch, and that she knew all along that the villagers would be after her. She mentioned about using a special spell to save herself, but it was painful to leave her loved ones behind. She also read about something about how Henry's grandmother had gone too far. She tried to read the rest, but she couldn't understand the rest since it was written in a strange language. After careful thought of what she should do, she decided to burn the diary. She never told her husband, but she told her children in a fairytale form. Thus, from child to child, the Evans family told their family legend from generation to generation. Each generation held a boy so the name, "Evans" was never changed. Legend has it that one day, a female Evans will take on the powers of her ancestor and have the happy future that she was never permitted to have."
Lily was now asleep in her bed. She barely heard the ending of her bedtime story. She never knew how much that would mean to her in 3 years.
** End Flashback **
"I never would have thought. That the one who would have taken on the powers was me." Lily blurted out. This left her sister, Petunia, confused. Suddenly, the door rang, and Petunia opened the door before Lily could even react.
Right outside the door, a tall figure emerged into the house. A young woman perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties entered the door. Her clothes were long and flowing and a pointed black hat decorated her head. Immediately, Lily knew who she must be.
"Good morning, Prof. McGongall."
Author Notes: You guys asked for longer, you got longer! Since it would take longer to have all ten of the kids to have individual chapters, I'll have to start merging chapters with other parts of the story. See? It's not only already-existing prejudice in the book, it's also other ones, too.
Who's the next person to see their thought? It's: Peter Pettigrew. Also, James won't be seen until the kids get on to the Hogwarts Express. Sorry James-fans. And don't worry Lupin fans, Remus gets his own flashback in the next chapter. And just for the heck of it, why don't you guess to see what kind of people Peter is representing. You also get to see more of Prof. McGongall. Also see if you can find where Goshawk is in the book. He's not my character. He is a real book character. Sorta. Just see if you can find him.
Chapter Three
I had been living in Great Britain for only three years. I have learned how to speak English quickly, but not very well. I can write better than talk. I come from China with my Mother and Father. We come here thanks to rich relative. Mother and Father had to work in a sweatshop back in China. Only when my rich uncle heard about it did he help us.
My parents both were fired from their job after business began declining. We barely had enough money in the first place. Luckily, we were able to move to Great Britain, were my relatives from Hong Kong now live. We live much better lives now. I am even getting an education! The only problem is that we are wizards living in a muggle world.
The wizards here hate Chinese wizards as much as they hate wizards from Hong Kong. Since they do not like us, we are forced not to associate with any magic people here. I'm sure that there are some wizards around here that are nice and didn't oppress people of different race, but it is not worth the ridicule of most people there. I hate them. I hated it more when I got the letter.
Out of all the Chinese people in all of England, I was the one to be chosen. My mother and father could speak and understand English well enough thanks to the wonderful gift of magic, but since they never learned enough, they couldn't read as well as me, who was taught in school. I had to read the mail to them. Sometimes, I would read them before I got home. I never was given letters anyway. Maybe since I was one of the very few people that were from China and learned how to speak the language as well as write very well at that time was why they chose me. I don't think I'll ever know, but I had had found the letter that day.
The letter was a different kind out of all the letters we have ever received. Usually, we had bills or letters from relatives in China and Hong Kong, (a few was from my fiancé of arranged marriage, Kwok Chang) and occasionally, even letters from the library demanding books back. This letter, however, was much different. The envelope was made of parchment and had little claw marks on it as though an owl had scratched at it. Being as curious as I was at the age of 11, I opened it eagerly the second I noticed it was for me. Not to my surprise, the letter itself was made of parchment. The contents of the letter were what surprised me.
Miss Seng-Su Wong,
You have been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This letter is to inform you that you will soon be accepting your official Hogwarts letter and, that you are chosen to be one of the first of Chinese individuals to enter the school ever. We hope to be able to start integrating other kinds of people into the program. You represent wizards from China. When you get your acceptance letter, a school official will help you get all your needed school supplies. We have sent word to your parents beforehand. Your helper, Professor Goshawk, shall help you, give you all the vital information you'll need, and answer any questions involving your stay here. We hope to see you soon.
Whenever I read letters, I usually see a signature of the person who wrote it. This one didn't have one. Those evil English wizards must have forgotten it. Most of all, how dare they even try to get me into their school. They kicked us out of the English wizard world, and yet, now they want us back? Do they honestly believe that we will go over to that school with forgiveness and grateful hearts? I was going to tell my parents that I did not wish to go. That was it.
But I was smarter than that, so I decided to look at both sides.
Pro: If I went to Hogwarts, I would be highly educated in magic and learn more about my witch ancestory. My parents would have an easier time since I could get into a school free. Learning more about my powers would help my control and I might not blow up something in front of my friends by accident. Oppression on Chinese people may change in the wizard world and peace can be established between races.
Con: I would be ridiculed and harassed every day. I wouldn't get a good education in things that mattered like math or science, although I probably would be sent to some kind of private school. Things would be completely new to me and I might not know something that everyone knows despite the fact that my parents tried their best to teach me as much Chinese magic as I could. (The ministry of magic's law wouldn't let me use too much magic or use Chinese magic. Luckily, they sometimes can't detect Chinese magic sometimes.) Despite this, I had to learn standard magic and in Latin words. I also needed to learn magic of Great Britain if I wanted to stay here. Also, I wouldn't be able to see my friends.
It was decided then. I just wouldn't go to Hogwarts. It's not what I wanted. I'm sure my parents would understand. Or so, that's what I thought. Little did I know the dangers of what happened next.
My mother came first. I thought better that I wait for my father before I told them the news. When they finally came, I gathered them into the room and greeted them politely. They were suspicious about my actions of bringing them together, but I will not blame them. Anyone with common sense would feel that way. From there, I told them the news. They didn't react the way I wanted them to.
There were very few times in my life in which I was surprised. This was one of those times. I retreated into my room sadly. I pitied myself, and I pitied the people who were to go with me. My parents were forcing me to go to Hogwarts. They said I would regret it if I didn't. I stared at my letter again. I hope professor Goshawk was a decent man. That night I cried, hoping I wouldn't at school.
*****
Lily waited in the living room not sure what to expect. Professor McGongall was to be picking her up, but of course she was afraid. Her parents had told her that they did receive a letter like that, and they had no choice but to accept. She leaned back against the white couch she was sitting in and thought for a long time. She could barely here her sister, Petunia cry and tell her how much she was going to miss her. She kept on thinking.
**Flashback**
An eight-year-old Lily jumped on her bed happily, her sister snored soundly as she was already asleep in the pink bed next to her sister's. Lily's father, Ben Evans came into her room.
"Lily! Get off of that bed and go to sleep like your sister. You're a young lady now, and you should start acting like it."
"But Papa, you still have to tell me a story."
Ben sighed, because he knew he couldn't say no to his little daughter. He advanced towards the bed, trying his best not to step on the stuffed animals scattered on the floor.
"Okay dear, what kind of story do you want to hear."
"I want to hear a story about how my great-great-great-great-great- great-great grandmother!"
"That seems like a lot of 'greats,' my dear. How about I tell you a family legend instead. It has been passed down orally from child to child in my family. I guess it's time to tell you the legend now: (Lily's eyes began to widen with interest.)
"A long time ago when bad witches were still burned at stake, there was a boy and a girl living in a tiny village by the sea. The boy and girl were great friends and played with each other every day. One day, the girl was forced to go to boarding school at the age of eleven. Since they both wanted to become doctors, they promised each other they would meet again at the same village and go to the same college together. When they became seventeen, they met again and was accepted into the best school for doctors ever.
"They were college sweethearts and then married. They had a young boy-"
"PAPA! This story is boring~!"
"Don't worry honey, we're getting to the good part:
"Anyway, they were the village doctors. They were better than any doctors ever. They healed even the people that seemed hopeless. They lived happily, but not all happy lives stay that way. One day, a villager reported that 5 children were missing from the town. It was thought that a witch had stolen them away. Around that time, there had been more and more reports on missing children, witch sightings, and owl sightings in the area.
"It was finally realized that many of these sightings happened near the village itself. The people went into a panic and started to guess who was the witch hidden amongst the town people. Finally, they realized that it could only be one person. That was the young girl that left the village to go to a rich boarding school! All these weird things didn't start happening until she showed up! So, they went over to her house, grabbed her right out of bed, brought her to the square, and burned her to death.
"They checked over and over for signs of witchcraft in her child and husband, but they found none. They spared them. The witch and owls sightings ceased, and many missing children were found, although the children had a bit of memory loss. The boy grew up without a mother, but he grew up to be a fine young man. A bit lonely, but he grew up. He married another girl in the village. After the marriage, they cleaned out the attic since it was necessary for newlyweds to do by obligation of tradition.
"The wife-let's call her Bridgette and the son Henry- found a diary that belonged to Henry's mother. While her husband wasn't looking, she read it quietly to herself. Inside she read that the mother really was a witch, and that she knew all along that the villagers would be after her. She mentioned about using a special spell to save herself, but it was painful to leave her loved ones behind. She also read about something about how Henry's grandmother had gone too far. She tried to read the rest, but she couldn't understand the rest since it was written in a strange language. After careful thought of what she should do, she decided to burn the diary. She never told her husband, but she told her children in a fairytale form. Thus, from child to child, the Evans family told their family legend from generation to generation. Each generation held a boy so the name, "Evans" was never changed. Legend has it that one day, a female Evans will take on the powers of her ancestor and have the happy future that she was never permitted to have."
Lily was now asleep in her bed. She barely heard the ending of her bedtime story. She never knew how much that would mean to her in 3 years.
** End Flashback **
"I never would have thought. That the one who would have taken on the powers was me." Lily blurted out. This left her sister, Petunia, confused. Suddenly, the door rang, and Petunia opened the door before Lily could even react.
Right outside the door, a tall figure emerged into the house. A young woman perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties entered the door. Her clothes were long and flowing and a pointed black hat decorated her head. Immediately, Lily knew who she must be.
"Good morning, Prof. McGongall."
Author Notes: You guys asked for longer, you got longer! Since it would take longer to have all ten of the kids to have individual chapters, I'll have to start merging chapters with other parts of the story. See? It's not only already-existing prejudice in the book, it's also other ones, too.
Who's the next person to see their thought? It's: Peter Pettigrew. Also, James won't be seen until the kids get on to the Hogwarts Express. Sorry James-fans. And don't worry Lupin fans, Remus gets his own flashback in the next chapter. And just for the heck of it, why don't you guess to see what kind of people Peter is representing. You also get to see more of Prof. McGongall. Also see if you can find where Goshawk is in the book. He's not my character. He is a real book character. Sorta. Just see if you can find him.