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Muggles Overthrow Ministry!
At an unknown time yesterday muggles infiltrated the Ministry of Magic and then carried out numerous assassinations throughout various departments. Names of those who were killed are listed in the obituary on page 7. But perhaps the most tragic loss of all was that of our Minister Cornelius Fudge.
After the Minister was discovered dead in his office with strange black markings lining his body. The only wound found on the Minister was a small cut upon his hand. This can only beg the question of just how powerful are these muggles and the weapons that they possess?
Not long after the discovery of the Minister's body a small group of muggles appeared from the fireplaces located in the atrium. They appeared to be led by the muggle General Esdeath, whom readers might remember from previous issues of the Daily Prophet as being the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.
The General made a short speech for all to hear about how corruption within our society has made us weak and we should consider ourselves lucky that these people are dead. She later went onto say that they would be choosing a new Minister to fill Fudge's position and if anyone had any complaints to voice them now.
Naturally this caused an uproar from the crowd of assembled witches and wizards. The good Pius Thicknesse tried to persuade the muggles that this was not a good idea and that they should just leave, General Esdeath , much to the horror of the crowd, cut him down as well as several others who supported him without any remorse. Silence amongst the crowd followed soon after.
What proceeded can only be described as acts of vandalism. The Hall of Prophecies was set ablaze by a large masked man, the Veil of Death was toppled over, and to top things off the Statue of Secrecy was destroyed as well. The Statue states that the worlds of wizards and muggles must be kept apart from each other. The General went on to say that for too long have we lived hidden in secrecy, and from now on the magical world will no longer be kept a secret.
For many of us who have lived within the magical world all of our lives this is one of many people's worst fears coming to life. We all know how judgmental and violent muggles can be to anything that is different. And the fact that muggles will now play an active role in our government does not bode well at all.
But for now all we can do is hope that these muggles will not seek to control us. Our great society must stay strong is these times of hardship.
Harry set the copy of the Daily Prophet down on the Hufflepuff table. All around the hall it was all anyone was talking about. Esdeath had been absent from the feast yesterday, so any student wondering where she had gone was now public knowledge. When Harry looked up at her at the staff table she looked like nothing had happened. She didn't look like someone who took part in overthrowing a government, in fact she almost looked bored. He also noticed that Dumbledore was absent from his chair.
The looks the students were shooting her were that of pure terror especially those sitting at the Slytherin table. Nott was just staring off into space like he was in his own little world, Blaise was trying to talk to him, but to no avail. Crabbe and Goyle just looked lost. Malfoy was absent from the table.
Harry wouldn't be surprised if parents soon started pulling their kids from the school. He had actually run into both Daphne and Tracey on their way to the great hall and he was relieved to hear that both of their parents had not been killed.
The two Slytherin girls told him that as soon as the paper arrived in the common room all hell broke loose. "Nott was always a quiet kid," Tracey told him, "but now it's like he's just completely shutting down."
"Yeah," Daphne agreed. "It's the same with Crabbe and Goyle. I never thought I'd say it but I kind of feel bad for the two brutes." Harry just nodded not daring to tell them that he knew that this was going to happen. He didn't want to become the target of the school's hatred.
"So what about Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"We didn't see him actually," Daphne said. "I don't know what his reaction was."
"Well still I'm glad that your parents are alright," Harry told the two girls who walked into the great hall and were careful to avoid Esdeath's gaze.
Dumbledore sat alone in his office with his head hung low. "How could things have gone so far?" He asked himself. This issue of the Daily Prophet made him feel like he was a hundred years older than he actually was. All of those people just gone. Dead. And now what?
What was going to happen now? It said that these muggles were going to choose a new Minister for them, but no doubt that would just anger the purebloods which would probably lead to even more violence.
He considered firing Esdeath, but he knew that was out of the question. Esdeath was among the people that would be choosing the new Minister she could easily arrange it so he could be stripped of all his titles as well as his position as Headmaster. Considering her personality, she could and would do that and then kill him for good measure.
What could he do? He could try and reorganize the Order, but would any of them be willing to fight these muggles? Alastor might, but Arthur loved them too much. Sirius would want to be in Harry's good books and seeing as that these muggles are the boys legal guardians, he was out of the question. Would Severus be willing? Most likely the man would just make a remake about how the Order was meant to protect the innocent and stop corruption, and point out that that was exactly what the muggles had just done.
And Severus would be right. The names that were listed in the obituary were all those who were known Death Eaters at one point, or who were corrupt. But that was just the problem. By killing those people it would only show that the only way to peace was violence. This goes against everything he stood for. But what could he do? For now the only thing he could do was pray for the children who had lost their parents to this slaughter.
Draco Malfoy was alone. He had come out by the Black Lake to be alone ever since he read the Daily Prophet. The air was cold outside, and the breeze made it feel colder. But no matter how cold it was out here he felt much colder on the inside. His father was dead.
Draco had never actually had too many heart to heart connections with his father, but still Lucius had shown him the workings of the world in which they lived. He showed him that they were superior to everyone else. Draco was spoiled beyond all belief and his father's name and reputation allowed him to get Slytherin house under his thumb for the most part. Now that was all coming undone.
He was no idiot. He knew that most of the people in Slytherin only listened to what he had to say because of his father. He could no longer make threats since his father was no longer there to back them up. Now it was just him and his mother. Although he always knew the marriage between them had been arranged, and that she was only doing her duty, it still wouldn't be the same with just the two of them.
As he continued to sit alone in silence by the lake it began to get colder, almost unnaturally colder. Turning his head to the left he saw none other than the woman who scared him more than anything else on this earth: Esdeath.
What was she doing here? Had she come to give him the same fate as his father had suffered? "W-why are you here?" Draco stammered looking up at the muggle woman.
She barely spared him a sideways glance. "I saw that you were not in the great hall," she told him. "I think I know why."
"What would you know about it?" Draco asked trying not to sound too bitter. He did not want to serve another detention with her.
"Because," She said. "I too lost my father at a young age." Draco was not expecting that. The professor always came across as being an enigma to the students, but at the same time they all knew she was not to be messed with. For her to actually reveal a bit about herself and show a human side had to be rare.
"Seeing as you have just lost your own I couldn't help but notice a similarity," she continued. "They both died because they were weak." Draco's perception changed once again. She had not come here to try and get him to open up. She had come here to gloat about his father being dead.
He felt anger start to bubble up inside him. "My father was-!"
"I'm not done talking yet," Esdeath said, her tone low and full of danger. Whatever anger Draco had been feeling disappeared. "No matter how strong someone is death is inevitable. My father was the strongest person I knew when I was young, but that did not stop him from dying. You probably viewed yours as the same. But I can tell you there is another reason he died. He was corrupt. Don't even try and deny it, you must have known he worshiped Voldemort who himself was so weak he was defeated by a mere infant."
Draco could feel his eyes starting to become hot. It was true he knew his father supported the Dark Lord, he knew that he bribed the Minister on an almost daily basis, he only knew parts of the acts he had done while as a Death Eater, and some of it disgusted him. But still it was his father, he could feel disgusted by the man's actions, but could he really make himself see his father as someone who had to be killed? All his life he just wanted to make his father proud. To show him that he was worthy of the Malfoy name. To hold a title like that he surely had to lead by example, right? But to do that he need to stay alive. His mother needed him.
"Your father made his choices," Esdeath told him. "But you are not your father. You can make your own choices. So either find the strength to get over it and live your life, or wallow in self pity like a weakling. The choice is yours."
"What I want right now," Draco said as he wiped a few tears away, "is to just live."
A slight smile seemed to work its way onto her face. "Good that shows that you have some strength. Just know that your world is changing. The rules you played by will not be around, so if you want to live don't do anything to throw your life away. A change of attitude would be most welcome. Although if you want to live I recommend not making the same mistakes as your father, whether you know it or not you are stronger than him. And don't take my words to mean I care about you. I don't. I just think it would be a waste for someone not to discover their full strength." Draco stood up and followed her back to the castle, all the while mulling over what she had said to him about living his own life.