“IN THE LITTLE WORLD IN WHICH CHILDREN HAVE THEIR EXISTENCE WHOSOEVER BRINGS THEM UP, THERE'S NOTHING SO FINELY PERCEIVED AND SO FINELY FELT, AS INJUSTICE..”

Harry Potter, a name that still entices a fire even in the most frayed of minds. Decades later and elders can still remember the lightning scarred boy, and his rally to bring peace to the Wizarding world, but just as quickly as hope came, it left when he willingly died from the same spell that marked him for life. A sacrifice deemed necessary, and as the story goes, Harry had faith in his friends that they’d finish the job, but they couldn’t, not with the Death Eaters at their neck, and certainly not with Harry dead and gone. So they would be witness to a new world, a future distorted by the despotic Dark Lord, as he would never allow anyone else to expose his weakness once again. With no one to challenge him it became clear that his next step was to start his conquest with the Wizarding communities and sway them with his sinister bigotry, and his absolute distaste for the Muggles. Yet, even in all his insanity, Voldemort could foresee something that he felt the fools at the Ministry could not. There would come a day when the Muggles would find out about their world and surely they would see Wizards as nothing but a threat.

It was his initiative to make it known, the Muggles would not subjugate his people he wouldn’t dare allow them to, and so he delayed his true plans for a decade and built his armies out of young impressionable wizards. When the time came to strike the Muggles were vastly unprepared, their technology had not advanced enough to face the terror the Wizarding populace emanated. Regardless, they set their sights on a war they would lose, it would only take as much time as it took to build his armies to whittle down what was left of the Muggles resources and furthermore their resolve to fight. Eventually, it became apparent that the man would get what he desired; a world where Wizards had no reasons to bow to the whims of a weaker kind, no need to hide their wands, their magic, to be feared and burned at the stake. He would show the Muggles that they had no reason to believe in hope. He would create a society, the Perfect Pureblood Society, a “Purus Sanguins Congregatio”

Nearly 80 years later, and nothing resembles the world Harry Potter once knew, many suffer, and others prosper. Yet, the one thing that never changes is the spirit of rebellion within the populace, the need for freedom, knowing and hoping that an unreasonable world can be mended. Even in this society it is known that people defy the rules set by the Dark Lord himself, and at Remington; one of the first wizarding schools in North America it is plenty obvious that such rules are meant to be broken. Here, we will witness the rise of new heroes, to face the evident reality that the once fearsome Dark Lord is supposedly weakening. His refusal to host public speeches, and the fact that not a soul has witnessed the use of his magic in the last 7 years, has led others to believe that perhaps the precious horcruxes, or rather what’s left of them, are not as potent as they all might believe. This rumor has awakened a fire unlike any other in the hearts and minds of those who have suffered long enough in this world, who have heard the curses and frustrations of their elders, the hope that someone would finish the job Harry Potter had started. That the world could change, no….that it should change.