Chapter 3: Propaganda
In which I announce my stupidity and am lectured severely.
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A/N- THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BRUTALLY ANTI-MUGGLE PROPAGANDA. I DID NOT WRITE IT; I LIFTED IT FROM HITLER'S MEIN KAMPF BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO IMAGINE IT MYSELF.
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Alecto Carrow makes a point to stand before the headmaster's podium in the Great Hall to give her Muggle Studies lectures. Colin doesn't take that very well.
Pissing on Old Dumpy's grave. That's what she's doing.
Ginny is farther along, her head down and parchment out for notes she won't take. Now that the Carrows have the lectures mandated, Seventh through Fifth years are together, Fourth with Third and First with Second years. Seamus said it was to show off how Pure and perfect the Slytherins are next to us Blood traitor brats. And it's working, especially on the younger students.
Alecto taps the podium with her wand for attention. The silence becomes grim:
THERE are some truths, students, which are so obvious that for this very reason they are not recognized by ordinary wizards. These wizards are blind to such truisms and are astonished when it becomes clear what every wizard should know from birth to old age.
Thus, you students wander about in the garden of the Magical World; imagining that you know practically everything and yet with few exceptions you pass blindly by one of the most patent principles of Magic: the inner segregation of all sentient creatures.
Even the most superficial of observations reveals that Magic's restricted form of propagation is a rigid basic law. Creatures, Magical and Muggle both, recognize this and will mate only with a member of the same species. The grindylow seeks the grindylow, the hippopotamus the hippopotamus, the dragon the dragon, etc. Kneazles will not of their own volition seek out cats to mate with, and Dragons have never been known to interbreed with hippopotamuses.
Any crossing of two beings not at exactly the same Magical standing produces a medium between the level of the two parents. This means: the offspring will probably stand higher than the magically lower parent, but not as high as the higher one. If we look for an example—if this girl here, this young girl—stand up please!
Carrow points her wand to Ginny, who stands up startled. Colin kicks me under the table, hissing Weasley's gonna take her out!
This girl shows in her physical appearance many classic traits associated with Pureblood lines. Her long red hair, notice her figure, how proud she is of her fair features that she wears no make-up. What is your Surname?
Ginny shook visibly as she answers:
Weasley.
Carrow's head turned to the side, Weasley. Of Noble blood but not as nobly raised. Perfect birth yet bad breeding. Lucky for you there is time for you to redeem yourself, especially one as handsome an example of birth as yourself.
Ginny sits down, her face madly clouded red.
Because of this fact alone, Miss Weasley and others of our blood must dominate and not blend with the weaker, thus sacrificing our own greatness. Only the born weakling can view this as cruel, but he after all is weak, only a man!
Colin scrawls on his parchment and passes it to me: That girl needs a man who can stand up for her. I bet that's how Harry hooked her. I'm gonna be next.
Carrow continues, if this process of the strong winning over the weak were different, all further and higher development would cease and the opposite would occur. Let this be a warning: for if this was to happen, the whole work of higher breeding, over perhaps hundreds of thousands of years, might be ruined with one blow.
Professor? Parkinson simpered at Carrow's next pause, Professor, how can you tell an example of good birth, beside lineage? I know I might, like be ignorant, but I would never have guessed that Weasley would be that example.
Parkinson, you will raise your hand the next time you wish to speak out-of-turn. Although you have raised an excellent question there is no answer I can give. You have to have an eye for it, and that only comes with fine breeding.
Historical experience offers countless proofs of what I have been saying. It shows with terrifying clarity that in every mingling of Pureblood lines with that of Muggles or Mudbloods the result was the end of the cultured people. North America, whose population at the time of its settlement consisted of many promising Pureblood families, has mixed irrevocably with Muggles to avoid detection. But have they produced any Wizards who stand in comparison to the Dark Lord? Even lines that by chance interbred with indigenous Magical tribes or others of muddled Magical descent do not recognize their superiority over the weaker breeds.
By this one example, we can clearly and distinctly recognize the effect of interbreeding. The Pureblood inhabitants of the European continent, who for the better part have remained racially pure and unmixed, are now rising to be master of the continent; we will remain the master as long as we do not fall a victim to defilement of the blood. All great cultures of the past perished only because the originally creative race died out from blood poisoning.
The ultimate cause of such a decline was their forgetting that Magic depends on Wizards and not conversely; hence that to preserve Magic the line of the Wizard who creates it must be preserved. Those who want to live as Wizards, let them fight, and those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live as Wizards.
Parkinson's hand shoots into the air with a speed Hermione would have approved of.
Professor, so, do mean that like, everyone, no matter how pure their birth was, or as perfect an example of birth they are- she glared at Ginny- that if they don't like, fight for their right to superiority they don't deserve their Magic?
Ginny rises, her wand in her clenched fist, her face still red. I DON'T-
Carrow silences her with a flick of her own wand, and Ginny choked out noiseless words while Carrow explained, SIT DOWN, Miss Weasley, and I will forgive you for speaking out of turn. To answer your, second question, Miss Parkinson, yes. As hard as it is to accept in certain cases, Mudbloods and Purebloods who do not wish to accept their superiority over Mugglekind do not wish to share our world, and so should not.
Ginny closes her eyes and her hands go to her ears and I know that in them are her enhanced receivers. She won't be able to see or hear another word.
Everything we admire today-advancements in Healing, more potent potions or even charmed inventions- are only the creative product of the few Nobly bred and thus highly skilled Witches and Wizards. On them depends the existence of this whole Magical world. If they perish, the beauty of this earth will sink into the grave with them.
The Great Hall has become uncomfortable. The students seated at the Gryffindor table are motionless. Their heads are downcast, like Ginny, and even a pronouncement like Carrow's last sentence comes as no great shock.
I had thought this was all part of Snape's plan; to convert as many students as they could and to turn the rest into living Inferi. It's not as though she hadn't just said that those not with them might as well be dead. And that every worthwhile thing was created by Purebloods- all lies. Without raising my hand I stand up.
What you just said, P-Professor, that "On them depends the existence of the Magical World". Well it's not – not true. Everyone knows I'm Pureblood. A-And I've also nearly failed almost every subject. My blood doesn't make me any better than Muggle-Borns. You m-might be new here, Professor, but I can promise you you'll see that I fail every exam I'm set this term.
A few Hufflepuffs are nervously grinning and a Ravenclaw boy puts down his quill for the first time all lecture. Parkinson looks about to hex me herself, but most of the Slytherins are looking to Carrow.
Carrow squints through her narrow set eyes at me, shouting to cover her surprise; 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! BECAUSE THIS is fact! That the harder fate is that which strikes the Mudblood who thinks they can overcome the truth and fights to help those weaker than themselves! Distress, misfortune, and diseases are the answer! For the Mudblood who misjudges and disregards the Magical laws actually forfeits the happiness that seemed destined to be his! He thwarts the triumphal march of Wizards and hence also progress of all Wizardkind! He remains, in consequence burdened with all the sensibility of man, in the animal realm of helpless misery!
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A/N- Sort of getting to a real plot. Review, and let me know what you think :) I don't bite.