Summary of last Chapter:
- Upon being ordered by Arcturus and Orion to the manor, the Marauders meet at Black Manor, they are tricked into believing a battle takes place, are ambushed and taken out before being awakened again and admonished for their foolish behaviour
- Arcturus and Orion promise to help the four develop in their fields of strength / passion which for Sirius is battle magic and the Dark Arts, for James is Transfiguration, for Remus is Ancient Runes and close combat, for Peter is Potions and Healing
- Remus is suspicious at first but understands after Arcturus explains why he doesn't mind too much that Remus is a werewolf
Chapter 9:
1st January 1976, England, Riddle Manor:
Voldemort stood at his throne with his followers he had gathered together standing in front of him. There were roughly 70 death eaters here in the meeting hall in Riddle Manor today.
„I have called this meeting for an important reason. The new year is upon us and signals a day of change. A very important day has come my friends." Voldemord's voice boomed through the manor, his words visibly exciting his followers „Today we are finally going to go against the filfthy animals that have forced us, their superiors, into hiding since that dreadful day the Statute of Secrecy was signed! Today the muggles will learn to fear that they will never be able to understand for magic is beyond them! Today we will show them how superior we are!" Voldemort continued, his voice rising more and more until he was shouting at the end of the sentence. His death eaters cheered for a while and he allowed them this joy, it was new year after all. They began to calm down again after a while and he waited for a few seconds before he continued his speech
„But this will not be done without a proper plan, no we must strike multiple places at once to overwhelm those pathetic dogs at the ministry who wish to protect the filfthy animals that don't deserve the mud beneath our boots. At the wall behind you, you will find a series of parchments with the names of my inner circle. Below one of these names you will find your own name signaling whom of my inner circle you shall be joining today. The parchments also provide you a room where you will be meeting with your group leaders. They will provide you with the location you are going to attack and the strategy that they have individually created just for this glorious undertaking. Do not refrain from torturing and using the animals for your own... enjoyment hehe. Just make sure you kill as many as possible. I wish you happy hunting my friends muahahahaha" Voldemort finished with a maniacal laugh followed by a massive cheer from his faithful. Yes this would be a good day.
elsewhere
Here lies Emma Taylor (1954-1975)...
Damian couldn't hold back the tears as he looked at the grave of his little sister... well half sister but that had never mattered to them. Not even when he couldn't see Emma after her 11th birthday for most of the year. She had been young.. too young... she had just recently turned 20 goddammit. It was just so unfair... and all because of these damned freaks.
Yes he knew that his half sister was a magical, Damian's stepdad being a so called muggleborn himself. Damian's mother and birth father didn't have magic and this unfortunately meant that Damian didn't have the same gift his little sister had. Or was it a curse? Maybe Emma would still be alive if she had been born without magic. Damian couldn't even feel jealous of Emma anymore...
It was now exactly one year since a magical policeman from the British magical government came to them to tell them that his sister was used to assassinate a woman that had just given birth... no not used, mind controlled. This auror as he called himself told them that an illegal mind controlling spell had been used on her sister. Emma was apparently diagnosed mentally dead after this spell had been lifted and the man told Damian's parents that they would thusly be recompensated. Later his dad explained that the man responsible for this crime was part of a terrorist group called the death eaters that had been plagueing Magical Britain for some time now. The 24 year old only understood half of that but that wasn't important anyway. What mattered was that his sweet little sister wasn't alive anymore and Damian felt hatred for the freaks growing inside him. Looking at his 2 year old daughter in his arms Damian swore to himself that little Penelope would know of what happened last year and just who was responsible for it.
Damian looked up when something suddenly exploded. Then his eyes widened in horror as he began to hear screams coming from her village. What was going on? Was there an accident? He pushed that thought away as several houses were suddenly lit on fire.
'No this is not an accident... this is a terrorist attack! Wait terrorists? No... NO! THIS CAN'T BE!' he screamed in his head. He hurried back to his car where Lisa, his wife, was as quickly as he could without waking up his daughter. He saw her standing in front of the car looking for him
„Lisa, here, I am over here" he shouted towards her. She must have heard him as she turned to his direction.
„Damian come on we need to get back to the village as quickly as possible. We must help our countrymen! I have already called the fire department" she told him obviously in a panic.
„NO Lisa we can't!" he shouted „Remember the magicals I told you about? The magicals that are responsible for Emma's death? This is them!" he told his wife who looked at him worriedly.
„Are you sure?" she asked with fear. He grimaced.
„Look behind you" was the only thing he needed to say as she turned and now too saw green lights hitting their fellow humans in the distance. Lisa swallowed and asked „Shit... what can we do?" and he only looked at her with a defeated expression that told her everything.
„I'm sorry Lisa, I know your family is there somewhere but there is nothing we can do... we are no match against their magic. They even have spells that control minds for fucks sake" he told her bitterly after a minute of silence. They continued to watch their village burning down and stayed in their spot even after the attack was over.
Suddenly they heard two pops behind them and turned around to see two people in robes walking towards them with sticks, no wands he told himself, in their hands. When they were closer the man on the left who looked hideously pointed his wand at them before the other man, a young ginger, widened his eyes and pushed the scarred man's arm down.
„Wait Moody no not these two" the ginger said.
„What's the matter with you Prewett?" this Moody replied. Wait Prewett? He recognised that name from somewhere.
„These two don't need to be obliviated, they know about magic and the statute already" Prewett said.
„Oh yes? How can you be so sure Prewett?" Moody moodily asked again fitting his name 100%.
„I recognise this man from last year. Remember the Walburga case exactly one year ago? Ah so you do, well this man is the older brother of the female muggleborn that was imperiused by Foucade." Prewett said and now he remembered why he recognised that name.
„Wait... you were the one who told me of my sister's death last year.. what the hell are you doing here?" he asked accusingly and Prewett sighed.
„Moody... go on and link up with the other order members I will explain the situation to these two" he told the scarred man who only nodded and disappeared with a pop.
„Well Mr. Taylor first let me say that I am very sorry for what happened here. As to why I am here... well as you know I am an auror and we have been alerted by sensors that pick up the use of magic in muggle areas." he explained.
„Well I have no idea what an auror is but I guess that is your idea of a police man. Why the hell are you so late? Did you wait on purpose?" Lisa asked with a lot of anger.
„No of course not... It's... argh you will read it in your newspapers anyway. This is the 7th and final village we are responding to. I am sorry Mrs. Taylor but our forces were stretched thin since we had to make sure that we didn't go in without making sure that we had enough people to deal with the attackers. Now please go seek shelter anywhere you can, I need to go. Again I apologise for the actions of my fellow magicals" he told them before disappearing with a pop aswell leaving them behind with a lot of hatred and a thirst for revenge.
Author's note: Recognise little Penelope? As far as I am aware she briefly appears in Half Blood Prince. I even created the character of Emma Taylor before I read that there was an actual Taylor in canon lol.
2nd January 1976, England, Buckingham Palace:
Gasleaks in 7 villages kill atleast 200 people! Police and Fire Departments incompetent? Is our infrastructure breaking down?
This was the news that Queen Elizabeth II. woke up to that day.
„The new year is beginning fabulously" she thought sarcastically.
This was a disaster, politically and in general. She felt for all the families that had to be senseless with grief right now. There was something suspicious about all of this however. How could gasleaks occur in 7 villages at the same time? In villages that were quite literally all over England? Elizabeth couldn't help but take some of the various new conspiracy theories into consideration. Perhaps this was a punishment from god? But why now? No she couldn't believe that god would punish her righteous people without apparent reason.
But there was this one conspiracy theory in one of the smaller newspapers that especially worried her. She searched for the paper for a few minutes amongst the dozens of arcticles before finding it and holding it into the air in triumph.
Were these tragedys caused by witches sent by the devil? 2 witnesses speak about what they saw
Apparently a young couple that wanted to remain anonymous witnessed the scene in one of the hit villages in Southern England. The fact alone that this couple spoke as if they were sure that magic existed worried her. Elizabeth as member of the royal family knew of course that there was an actual magical society that existed in the backgrounds. She could also remember that about 6 months ago she and Prime Minister Harold Wilson had a meeting with the new Minister of Magic Harold Minchum. Apparently his predecessor Minister Jenkins was convinced to step back from office because she was unable to deal with a recent problem with magical terrorists. That this happened only 6 months later was surely not a coincidence, was it?
Suddenly a portrait to the side of her began to speak startling her.
„Your majesty, Minister Minchum requests to speak to you in the near future" the woman in the portrait said. Right she had a portrait that was the only option for her to reach the Minister of Magic. Well Minister Minchum came just in the right moment.
„Tell him to come as soon as he can" she replied.
1 hour later saw her sipping on a cup of tea looking at Minchum who now sat on the opposing side of the table.
„I am sure you have heard of the incidents in several of your villages by now" he said starting the conversation.
„How could I not? Look at the papers" she replied angrily gesturing to the Daily Mirror on the table. Minchum looked at the newspaper and smiled
„Well looks like atleast the obliviators have done their job properly. Good" he said apparently satisfied making her left eye twitch at his obvious disregard for non magical lifes.
„I assume these obliviators are the reason why these incidents have been reported as gasleaks?... Hmpf I should have known that you people were responsible for it" she scoffed making him frown.
„Ms. Windsor" he replied showing his disregard to her status as queen „That isn't quite correct. Yes magicals were responsible for this but you cannot push the blame on all of us. I can assure you they are a minority. As to who they are, they are a magical terrorist cell called the death eaters who have been increasingly interrupting the public order since 1968." he told her. Since 1968? These terrorists had been around for atleast 7 years? Good lord, they.. well the British non magicals, could count themselves lucky that these death eaters haven't targeted them before.
„No wonder your predecessor had to resign if they have been allowed to act for such a long period. Tell me Minister what is being done about them?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. She expected anything, anything but for him to look peevish and respond with „Well there's not much we can actually do. We have no idea who they are except for a few individuals and we don't know where their bases of operations are. We wizards and witches have ways of hiding our homes completely so catching them is quite difficult. But don't worry we have increased our funding of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement since June by quite a large amount." he said and she waited for a bit only to realise he wasn't going to give her more information.
„That's it? Are you serious?... You are serious, aren't you? I shall not accept this. Do I have to remind you of your duty to the crown of which I am the head of currently? I demand more information Minister" she replied angrily but he only laughed „I have no duty to your stupid crown be thankful that I even gave you this much" he said making her furious which he ignored.
„Anyway I finished what I came here for. I wish you a good day." he said and with a pop he disappeared leaving her with shaking hands. Something would have to be done about this.
**End of Chapter**
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Characters in this chapter and the amount of chapters they have been in:
- Voldemort (2)
- Damian Taylor (1)
- Lisa Taylor (1)
- Alastor Moody (2)
- Gideon Prewett (2)
- Elizabeth Windsor (1)
- Harold Minchum (1)