The Heretic Uprising- chappie 1
Written by: ME! Furyfeather
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Don't kill me! I have cookies! (hands out cookies) AAHHHH!
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(Draco's POV)
He was busy… AGAIN. Being ruler of the Veela Kingdom, the-boy-who-lived, and vanquisher of some dark heretics, took away from his schedule with me. He was a god. An item to be praised. He was supposed to be with me. If it weren't for the fact that I could stay awake at night to see him, we'd never cross paths. I wanted him to be near me so badly, to wrap my arms around his lithe waist, to suck on those succulent lips… But no, I shan't have what I want. According to Früaôr (frū-ah-oar) I was here only to keep his sanity. Veelas cannot be without their mates for long periods of time. He got so desperate at the battle of Crusindorf that I had to apparate there and stand by him at a confidential meeting. He said it wasn't safe for me to be there. I said he needed me. I came back only after the battle was over. Oh yeah, that's another thing. The heretics are rising from their secretive slumber and going full-out on the Hyphens. It makes me sad to know that our nation can be ripped apart so easily. Many veela have joined the dark heretics, whilst many light heretics have joined us. Brandon currently holds the rank of Magnapotor which is directly translated to 'person of great power', while my bond and husband, Harry or Caltexis (whichever you prefer), assumes the role of Omnipotor, or 'Person of all power'. We've no idea what upset them, the dark heretics. They just came out like the KKK and killed a whole tenement of hyphens. I was shocked when I heard the Brandon's parents were in there. It was a mass slaughter. Women, children, old, young, it didn't matter, they just killed them. I was saddened with grief at the memorial service, conducted by Albus, each surviving member, each relative, every friend came and payed respects, but Harry's was fiercest.
(mini-flashback)
"This was no revenge, or uncontained hate. This was an act of war. A war that will consume our nations, and as the leader of the Veela I openly declare war on the Dark Heretics! These monstrous, genocidal, men and women are to be executed at Lansford, and each name shall be revealed to the public and then erased from every good-natured thing to prove that they are truly evil. I vow that their nation will be DESTROYED!" he said this with so much ferocity that I was shell-shocked for days. I could not hold a china cup because I would drop it and the precious ceramic would shatter.
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There was mass public interest and as a result of the first battle (we won) the muggles came to know of the wizarding world. Some joined our ranks, others gave in to the temptation of evil and went to the heretics. Only the dark heretics, muggles, and veela stand in our way to peace. The leader of the uprising, Lord Martonius, is an old heretic and former death eater. He could never be convicted and was a treacherous fox. I loathed him. I had come along with my heretic training and currently my orb is smaller than a pencil point. Tomorrow shall be my 18th birthday and my father is very anxious all of a sudden. I have gone ahead and swallowed the orb, gleefully. I couldn't wait to be able to perform the spells with out taking my orb out of my pocket. The orb's measure of my power surpasses that of my father and he was perplexed for days until he found an old book which he said he'd show me on my birthday. RAWR! I really wanted to know why I was so much stronger than him. I really wish that Harry would come to me tomorrow, just a little earlier?
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