| Jul 19, 2009 18:34:01 GMT -5 |
Post by sophie on Jul 19, 2009 18:34:01 GMT -5
FORGOTTEN.
"TIMES SURE AREN'T WHAT THEY USED TO BE." commented Heath Meadowes as he read the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.
"What did the minister do now, darling?" his wife asked patiently. Her husband was always ranting about what idiotic move the minister had pulled lately.
"Not the minister, these... these Death Eaters, or whatever the bloody hell they call themselves," he responded, and took another sip of his tea. His wife continued tending to the breakfast she was currently making, but she made a clear noise of disapproval. "Captured an Unspeakable. Tortured the poor bloke 'til he was nearly mad. They killed half his fam-"
"Stop that! That's hardly something to discuss over breakfast, dear. And don't you let the girls hear you talking about such things." she chided, now bustling through the entire kitchen.
"They might as well know what's out there, Bathsheba." he said, though he did not continue what he was previously saying.
"They're going to be at Hogwarts, safe and sound. One more year at least. Call them down now, will you? The eggs and bacon are nearly done." And that was the end of their conversation, but Bathsheba couldn't help looking out of the kitchen window a tad more than usual that day, as if expecting You-Know-Who to appear on her front doorstep. Heaven forbid, that's what she'd say to that.
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"THE BEGINNING OF THE TERM WILL PROCEED AS USUAL." Albus Dumbledore wrote in his eighth letter to the Minister that week. The aging Headmaster laid down his quill, and sighed. The pressure from the ministry had grown increasingly more tedious as the beginning of the term approached. But Albus had never been one to allow the ministry to interfere with Hogwarts and its students. The beginning of the term would take place, as scheduled, on September 1st, 1975.
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