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Pruit Igoe by Philip Glass

And so, from that day on, The Order of The Phoenix was there to offer an alternative force for good that stood up for the downtrodden ignored by Crouch's policies while proving just as detrimental to Lord Voldemort's forces through guerilla tactics and a network of sister groups outside The United Kingdom who assisted in stopping the flow of foreign allies to Voldemort's cause.

The next decade proved to be an escalating three-way game of cat and mouse between Voldemort's Death Eaters, Crouch's Aurors, and Dumbledore's "superheroes." Despite Voldemort's insistence that The Ministry would fall within a matter of years, Crouch's policies and Dumbledore's spies proved immovable. Despite the insistence of Crouch that the so-called Dark Lord would soon fall to his Aurors, a war was inevitable.

Although magical historians point to 1970 as the year the war began, it was officially declared on August 19th, 1974, during the aftermath of the 417th edition of The Quidditch World Cup. The event in question featured a seemingly normal if exciting match between Madagascar and Syria, but all events were overshadowed by what followed immediately after.

It was around 4:00 in the morning when around 80 Death Eaters apperated simultaneously onto the campground and began to set Fiendfyre to the campsite. Dozens were killed and even more were injured in this brutal attack. But what truly terrified The Wizarding World at large was what happened when the smoke and fire began to be sucked into a fearsome cyclone. A cyclone that began to form an ebony cloak of smoke, then fiery legs, and blazing arms, and a blistering torso, and finally a hooded face that contained the raging inferno. The 200-foot blazing form of Lord Voldemort stared down at the campsite with cold amusement. And then he spoke with a methodical, cruel voice, spewing ash from his mouth as he spoke.

"This event is supposed to represent goodwill and togetherness. A so-called "celebration of the best Wizardkind has to offer." This a fallacy. For, we have sullied the good name of Wizard with the inclusion those with Muggle blood running through their veins and the continued insistence of The Ministry of Magic on keeping us down. Hidden monsters who would rend your offspring limb from limb if they were allowed into your home. Self-proclaimed heroes of men like Bartemius Crouch and Albus Dumbledore who claim to be on the right side of history while neglecting to mention that they are stealing from your pockets and brutalizing your children. These liars and hypocrites and deviants within your neighborhoods, within your schools, and in your very government seek to take your freedoms away from you so we can cower from the Muggles in peace."

"However, I, Lord Voldemort, am a merciful ruler. It truly makes my heart ache to see Wizard blood spilled on my behalf. These children of two worlds we call "Half-Bloods" and "Muggle-Borns" did not choose their parents. Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws are not ALL Blood Traitors based on their house affiliation alone. Werewolves and Giants and Goblins have been ignored and marginalized by those who hold power for far too long. Join me, and I swear I can give you what your heart desires most of all. I envision within twenty-five years we will all be beyond such petty differences, and be united under my banner with the promise of the fair treatment you all have been denied for so many years. Why must you all insist on fighting me on this? I beg of you, surrender The Ministry to me, do not impede the creation of my dream, and I will hold my followers accountable to the promise that they will not harm you. Fail to do so, decline my offer to serve, rally your pitiful forces against me, well…"

At this a terrible laugh emitted from the hideous figure, overtaking its entire body, and arching back as though in sucking in his breath, his entire body shot out fiendfyre through his mouth, obliterating what was left of the campsite and the stadium until a glowing green skull with a Basilisk in place of a tongue, still wearing the smoke cloak. Throwing up its arms, dozens of Muggle corpses flew up into the sickly green night sky over the behemoth only to stop jerkily, their blood draining from their bodies to spell out four sickening words that would go on to be spelled out time and time again via red hate graffiti and repeated by his followers long after his demise.

You'll be next, Mudbloods.

"UUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOUR IMAGINATION."

...

In the write-up in "The Daily Prophet" that followed, a young Hogwarts student who had been attending the event with his friends named Remus Lupin had this to say regarding what he thought regarding how powerful he thought Voldemort really was;

"I'm hunger. I'm thirst. Where I bite, I hold till I die, and even after death they must cut out my mouthful from my enemy's body and bury it with me. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me your enemies."

Pausing at the confused expression on the face of the reporter, he soon added hastily; "The Chronicles of Narnia. Prince Caspian. Page 176 in my edition. I would have assumed most of my fellow Witches and Wizards would be familiar with Mr. Lewis' works. No, I'm not a Ravenclaw, why do you ask?"

At this his good friend, Sirius Black, whispered puckishly to his friends James Potter and Peter Pettigrew; "Moony's got quite the high opinion of himself, doesn't he?"

...

It was on that day Crouch announced that with then-Minister of Magic Eugenia Jenkins' seal of approval, The Department of Magical Law Enforcement now had permission to legalize use of The Unforgivable Curses by all Aurors across the board in order to stop The Death Eaters by any means necessary. "We cannot stop these monsters, these - these aberrations, through children's jinxes and parlor tricks," he intoned fiercely. "The day of The Death Eater is at an end."

The Order of The Phoenix could never have predicted such a bold move from the normally secretive Death Eater cult, and heavily suspected that the mention of Albus in Voldemort's speech meant that he was on to the existence of their secret society. Arabella Figg, allegedly the weakest link of The Order due to her status as a Squib, suggested that perhaps the time had come to extend their circle of trust now that they had worked with one another for years, and as such approached the feminist organization known as The W.A.Y (Women Against You-Know-Who) and proposed an alliance in order to strengthen their numbers and aid one another's causes.

The W.A.Y was very similar and yet very different in ideology to The Order, both were sympathetic to Muggles, Squibs, and the like and possessed many strong fighters. However, they did not believe in hiding the existence in favor of advancing their cause, and although they had many powerful Witches on their side who were more than capable of fighting The Death Eaters, their main objective was to protect their loved ones and groups overlooked by Crouch's policies such as The LGBTQ community.

The head of The W.A.Y, Lisa Witzig, agreed, and several members of The W.A.Y saw fit to work side-by side in the fight against The Dark Lord's overwhelming forces. The addition of all these powerful Witches to The Order saw a change in policy, as The Order's mission before had been to strike out against Voldemort without the approval or prejudices of Crouch's forces. Now with Dorcas Meadowes' keen political mind behind the proverbial wheel she argued that the time had come for The Order to be more proactive in the political battlefield, and strive to help rather than to hurt.

And the best way to do that was to get the right people in the Ministry. Amelia Bones needed to be the next Minister of Magic.