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I knew that I didn't have much time before I died, and I wanted people to know what really had occurred. Why, things were happening why my people were disappearing. In my own words, what had happened to have caused all of this pain and suffering here on this cold,cold place. I opened my journal and began to write.


Hogwarts was one of the oldest magic schools still standing and open to teach in the world of magic. It had been centuries since Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord, but not everything was at peace. After that many Dark Lords and Ladies had decided to follow in the Dark Lord's footsteps, but each of them had been stopped before any real damage had been caused, or so we thought. Throughout the efforts of each rising dark figure, the muggles became aware of us; the witches and wizards. Let's just say they were not so happy with us; because of the dark demons, thousands of innocents had died, thousands of muggles. None were wizards and if they were, we couldn’t know, they might have been muggle-borns, or even wizards, hiding. All the muggles cared about was that they were all muggles; normal people who had jobs, went to school and had family. Some of the deceased were children. Actually now that I think back on it, most of the victims were children between the ages of 9-11. Children who could possibly had been muggle borns.

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I had a couple of nightmares about something that occurred with racism and other things. Genocide basically, and it has freaked me out so I decided to use my nightmare to create something interesting....