Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 19 Secrecy
It’s a war.
Magical plague which only targeted the muggles cast by a wizard reaped many lives of man, women, and child irregardless of their sins. Collateral damage is normal as they say.
Muggles in retaliation became more fierce and killed everything that was remotely related to magic. Because they are on the weaker side, they used wave tactics to take down wizards and to some extent achieved quite the success albeit for paying many lives.
Wizards are quite rare at the time, as it still is. No systematic education is implemented to train wizards, most of them are happy to seal their abilities and live normal lives with the muggles making most of the magical ones in this era quite weak and unable to fight to defend themselves.
War makes geniuses rise for both sides.
Amongst the magical ones, some who lived in seclusion to dedicate themselves with magical research joined Morgana’s cause after seeing the damage done to their kind.
A genius named Kamma Tayane, became entitled as ‘the creator of plagues’. Ironically, he was initially studying ways of medicine in the area of combating plagues and diseases to improve the life of the people, but when the people he wanted to save came to his door wanting to hang him for being suspected as a wizard, he killed them all.
“Well you have made a correct guess and a bad enemy.”
Men trembled in fear at the mention of his name. His hands stained with so much blood and mounds of burning corpses are left in his wake.
Witch hunters are now a thing among muggles.
Killing a witch became some sort of sport that can fetch a hefty sum of coins. These men used advanced technology and clever tactics in combating the magical kind are very successful.
They specialise in laying traps and ambushes on traveling wizards or witches while avoiding direct confrontations where they are at a disadvantage.
Muggles banded together to crucify and kill the magicals.
The magicals congregated and burned muggles and their homes.
The hate continued.
Battles are fought.
Losing.
Winning.
It didn’t really matter.
The war lasted for a long time and both the magicals and non-magicals suffered great losses in the hands of one another.
The scenes inside the memory changed once again showing a group of magical ones riding their broomsticks.
Morgana at the head of the group and Kamma beside her. One of his eyes is covered and his body is littered with injuries with varying degrees but his remaining right eye is still sharp and menacing.
They are battle ready.
One of the witch groups discovered what could possibly the main hideout of the hunters in the region the day before by letting an injured newb hunter ‘escape’ who then unknowingly led the group of witches to their hideout.
The coven acted fast and summoned all its allies from their lairs to participate in this one decisive battle that could very well decide the fate of the magicals and the non-magicals.
“Leave none alive!!!”
“Attack!!!!”
Spells flew through the air which killed many by surprise but alerted the other hunters. Repeating crossbows rained poisoned arrows on the flying witches killing a few with each volley.
Roaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar*
Boom*
“This has gone too far!!!”
Merlin appeared in the middle of battle. He looked visibly much older, his sideburns are now grayish white and his eyes deep, but the magic around him swirls like a hurricane.
“By the authority granted to the guardian of the world gates, proven by this ring, I Merlin Ambrosius banish thee who took part in the execution of magicals and non-magicals. Using war and hate to gain personal benifits. Causing unnecessary chaos and death in the realm. Begone! Begone from this realm and never return.”
His words are filled with power, his magic drained rapidly while the fighting stopped watching their bodies vanish like fog touched by sunlight.
“Noooooooo….. Merlin you have no right to do this to us!!!!! I will be back!!!!!”
Morgana howled before she completely disappeared.
“I will live my life dedicate it to my kin. Let the muggle eyes be blind, their senses dulled, for magic as my kind will live far from the realms of muggle men may we be unknown for the years to come.”
Merlin dedicated his life into gathering and instructing the magicals with secrecy from the muggles as his central stance marking an era where one world is split into two where the muggles lived not believing in anything magical.
The war is nigh.
Blood need not be shed.
Wives widowed.
Children orphaned.
It was a golden period for both sides.
“Alright class shows over I will see you again, if you have questions do not hesitate to go to the school library and read the book about the history of wizardkind. Questions addressed to me will be answered in our next meeting. Good bye.”
The student are still dazed after what they saw. They didn’t just read or watch history. They became a part of it by being there in person as it all happened taking them into a roller-coaster ride of emotions. Being there inside that memory is something no books could ever replace, no teacher could ever explain, and no tale could ever tell. It was meaningful learning. Some sort of inclusion.
The class ended with students thinking….
‘Is this how Durmstrang operate? What the hell….. What more can we expect?’
“That was amazing! I think history is now my favourite class.”
A student declared loudly to his friends while they walked towards the dining hall for lunch.
Viktor on the other hand walked absentmindedly as he looked at his right hand. Questions. Tons of questions filled his head.