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In the years following the war the Ministry of Magic struggled to regain the public's trust whilst people struggled to find peace of mind in the uncertainty of Voldemort's disappearance. In 1985 letters start appearing with a very concerning or very hopeful kind of message, depending on your point of view and personal beliefs. They are so anti-establishment, in parts so truthful, and thus potentially dangerous that the Ministry controlled Daily Prophet won't publish them or any talk about them on the Readers' Column.

The letters lay out a vision of future where the Ministry no longer exists and most wizardkind have lost their magical powers, leaving only a select few to rule and carry on the magical bloodlines. A world where muggle-borns and squibs are all treated the same as half-bloods and purebloods. A world where magic is kept secret from muggles but is not thought of as something that makes one superior, and where people like Grindelwald and Voldemort can never rise again.

The authors call themselves the Children of Merlin. They are a secret society seeking total revolution, to rebuild the world in their image of true equality. They are recruiting new members from like-minded people, both muggle and wizardkind. They say they will not go to war over this but claim they have a nearly perfected peaceful weapon to make it happen, to take magic away from those they deem unworthy.

Will your character be drawn to join them from genuine agreement or fear? Or will they judge their vision or their method of achieving it as too radical for support and try to fight it instead? Or will they try to keep calm and living their lives, putting their faith in the Ministry after it finally takes action when a threat is made against Hogwarts and it seems to have been for real.

This is a character driven rpg where we explore the 1980s era of relative peace up to Voldemort's reappearance, and not everything has to be about or revolve around the main plot. No wizardkind person can completely ignore what's going on but your character can be as much or as little involved in the plot as you want and still have plenty to do.

By the end of the decade the revolution has been prevented, but what part did your character play in it---if any? Do they have regrets? Will they wish it had turned out differently when in the summer of 1992 rumours spread that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has resurfaced?

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Prologue:
When I Was Thirteen



“Chase!” Carrie Flinn yelled over the roar of music. A boy who looked uncannily like her— black hair, hazel eyes and a thin nose dusted with freckles— turned around.
“What?” he yelled back. “I'm trying to listen to the concert!” Carrie rolled her eyes and leaned her arms against the cool metal bar of the small balcony. She was with her brother, Chase, at a Metallic Lights concert, the band Chase loved and Carrie detested. They had quite amazing seats on a little metal balcony that hung just above the stage, so that anybody on stage could just reach...
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posted by Insight357
    I awoke to the sound of doctors running rampant.
    “How did he near death?”
    “Why did he do it?”
    “Was it suicide?” All of these questions ran through my room. I opened my eyes, I was back in the mental institution. I looked over at my left arm. A cast ran from my wrist to my elbow. I remembered taking the meds, but I didn’t remember breaking my arm. I wonder how that happened.
    “Dr. Demidov, how are you feeling?” A tall, thin man asked. He wore glasses, and he had...
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posted by Insight357
I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, more overjoyed, I guess.
    I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times...
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posted by Insight357
The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly more than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy said she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...
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posted by para-scence
"Shiloh, I..." my mouth was dry, and I had no idea what to say. He smiled hopefully at me. I did love him, but I'm only eighteen! "I... uh..." The door opened, and Sicily and Chance walked in. Sicily froze when she saw us; my face burning and Shiloh down on one knee. She mouthed "oops" and tip-toed out of the room, still holding Chance. I heard her giggle.

"Well...?" Shiloh prompted, thinking I'd forgotten the previous conversation. I turned back to him, my mouth still gaping. Then, my heart seemed to melt. I realized I loved him a lot; and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

"Yes."...
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posted by xXxEmoRAwRxXx
Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah.           [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still next to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...
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Jason: blonde spiky hair, green eyes, wearing his favorite guitar shirt for almost three days straight, and he’s a teenager, but a rather short one. He has orange braces that are spotted easily when he smiles. Jason has an arm that can oddly twist all the way around in a
perfect circle. One of the strangest things about him is a black thing in the shape of a flame on his left leg. People think it’s a poorly drawn drawing, but he was born with it, and as he got older it grew with him.

Jason was sitting by the fireplace watching the flames blow from side to side. His eyes liked to find themselves,...
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posted by Insight357
It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could you leave her?” I managed to get the question out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. By then I figured it was too late,” Alexander said a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered by the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...
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"This is beautiful!" Aiko breathed. Elaine beamed and laughed, "I knew you'd love it!" Elaine had called Aiko's apartment at five in the morning, telling her (well, more like yelling at her) to come to a spot in the park. In that spot was a bench facing a brilliant, crystal-clear waterfall that flowed around the bench like a sparkling moat. An authentic wooden bridge with white and blue roses woven in the railings connected the park with the solitary bench.
"We're going to meet your brother in such a beautiful place?" Aiko gaped.
"Yeah!" Elaine exclaimed, flopping down on the bench and grinning...
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posted by Insight357
“I can’t get you out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.    
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do you mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore...
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Part two, obviously, of the first chapter. No warnings this time, unless you count lying and subterfuge.

Inheritance

Part Two



    Harper, March & Fields wasn’t a law firm I’d ever heard of until a few months ago when I’d received a letter from them concerning my father’s will. It was strange that they’d waited until nine months after my 25th birthday to contact me — especially when the instructions had specifically stated alerting me on that day. Phyllis March wasn’t an entirely unpleasant woman to talk to, but she was fidgety and a little high strung. She...
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posted by Insight357
    “Damien, that was years ago,” said Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I said shaking my head slightly.
    “Do you think it’s because you’re with Grey more often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...
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"IDIOT!" the King screeched. Toyo flinched as if the King had struck him.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" he continued to yell angrily.
"The Vampire Society figured out that Aiko was at X Aacademy," Toyo said quietly. "So I sent her away."
"Without the protection of other vampires," the King hissed. "Suppose they find out where she is now. Who will protect her? She's as good as dead now!" The King sighed irritably and strode towards the door.
"Inform the Society that I will not be available for the next year," he said coldly. "And this time, don't mess it up." The King strode out of the...
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posted by Insight357
I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, or not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...
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posted by Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 17




“Who killed them?!” Koda growled.
Iah was trying to keep Koda calm; from his few encounters with this one he knew anger was Koda’s worst enemy.
“I am not sure…” he replied softly.
“How can you not know!?” he screamed, charging after Iah. He dug his fingers into Iah’s chest as they turned to claws, slamming him to the ground, his dark red eyes bored into Iah’s sending dark chills through his mind. “You know everything else but you don’t know who killed them?”
Iah cringed in pain, trying to speak.
“I do not know but…I have a feeling who may have done…it”...
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posted by Insight357
I had my first client today. I was to go to a middle school, and talk with an obsessive-compulsive child. Her name was Lucy Taylor. She was starting to be teased by other students. It was not right; it’s not as if she could help it.
    I walked into the main entrance of the school. The halls were the color of dirt, the lockers a mucus green. I saw kids with name brand clothing going down the halls. As I walked toward the big sign that said Guidance Counselor on the front, I saw a group of kids. They were all against the left side of the hall. They were all dressed in...
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posted by Insight357
Today was my first day working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the shirt was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
    I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
    My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the day...
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posted by para-scence
When I woke up, all the windows were covered in snow, surrounding me, isolating me from others. My stomach growled, but I didn't want to leave. I feared if I didn't get a job, I'd lose everything. I got out of the car, still wearing my clothes from yesterday, which was nothing but jeans, converse, and a black turtle neck. Not wanting to waste valuable gas, I walked around town. My stomach growled again, and the thing inside me kicked a series of blows for a couple seconds.

The buildings here were tall, and far away I could see the new, fancy skyscrapers. But here, the buildings were old and...
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I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin purse in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...
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