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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 یا 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 کریں شائع them یا 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 شامل میں them from genuine agreement یا fear? یا will they judge their vision یا their method of achieving it as too radical for support and try to fight it instead? یا 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 یا revolve around the main plot. No wizardkind person can completely ignore what's going on but your character can be as much یا as little involved in the plot as آپ want and still have plenty to do.

سے طرف کی 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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So, in anticipation of the official release of my Harry Potter fanfic, I've decided to post my hopes for the entires series. It's a little over two monthsuntil the release, folks. I hope to see آپ all in the discussion.


IN THE BACKGROUND
Hailey Jane Potter usually doesn't mind being the sister of the Boy Who Lived. But when the most evil Dark wizard in Britain threatens what remains of her family, she has to fight back. This is the story of Hailey's seven years at Hogwarts.

SPOTLIGHT
With the سیکنڈ Wizarding War over, it's time to pick up and اقدام on. Some things havechhanged, but others stay...
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Chapter 1
Boredom

Thantos was sitting on his bed, continuously throwing and catching his blue foam ball, with his headphones in his ears and موسیقی playing too loud and combing his medium length black hair out of his bright abnormally coloured eyes.
    “This is so pointless. I need something better to do,” he said, scratching his extremely pale skin.
    Thantos paused his IPod to hear a scream and girls laughing.
    “What the- what was that about?” He asked himself, getting up from his بستر and walking to his door.
    “I’ll...
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I believe in my دل that we shouldn't have to change یا selves یا stop following our dreams just for someones approval because this is our life and they have to live theirs if we have a dream that our دل is at then we need to go after it and ignore those haters because they'll make آپ stronger.For example if آپ want to be a singer be a singer,If آپ want to be an Artist be an artist.If آپ want to be different and original than be original because آپ have to fulfill your dreams.If آپ stop because of haters ,you will never feel happy یا complete and you'll let the hater win سے طرف کی giving...
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posted by DxCFan123
I came back to reality when she mentioned coming home. "N-N-No it's fine, I can go ہوم سے طرف کی myself" I کہا to her
"Come on! It's OK with me!" she کہا and pulled me out of the hospital and forced me to tell her the way home. I told her to stop when we arrived in the cemetary. "My house it just down there" I said, pointing down the سٹریٹ, گلی to some houses.
"No one has lived in that house for years, Sam. They're still all for sale, too." she said, glaring at me through her slit eyes. She turned around and pushed me through the large gates causing me to almost fall over a headstone. Suprisingly, I...
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posted by AbbieCoast
The truth is, writer's block comes in many different shapes and forms, not just the famous "I can't think of anything." Sometimes we feel like we cannot write anything good, یا sometimes we have so many ideas we can't decide what to write.

So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid آپ welcome.

Now, if آپ have the “I can’t think of anything worth writing about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.

I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.

You may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not...
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posted by Lore_Master
"Wha.... how could they have found out?" the hero thought to himself staring with a dead expression on his face, they heard a knock on the door "Are آپ okay?" asked the girl getting up to check the door, the hero sat there frozen in fear only hearing a faint voice "Boy listen to me... I know we haven't gotten off on the right foot but if آپ don't escape we will both be captured so اقدام boy!" کہا the voice in his head, the hero couldn't believe what he was hearing was it the demon with-in him asking nicely? the hero shook his head in confusion "Why should I listen to you? you're trying to...
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posted by Lore_Master
These side affects were takeing a toll on the hero gradually wearing him down, the doctor took the hero in as his own careing for him and makeing sure he was brought up well, "Two year's have passed since that night." the hero thought to himself as he got up out of بستر to start what seemed like a normal summer دن "Boy where are آپ it's time to start work!" excalimed the old man as he knocked on his door "Eh... I hate mornings." کہا the hero as he got up out of بستر getting dressed to start another day. With the sun bareing down on them it seemed as if hell had found it's way to Siege "Are...
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posted by Lore_Master
Our story start's out the Ilse of Siege a tranquil world with eastern sea's inhabited سے طرف کی small village's filled with tiny rabbit like creature's with the sea being so calm and so clear آپ could see straight to the bottom of it's depth's and skies being so blue, so bright that it would bring tear's to you're eye's, to the western desert's so dry it would shrivel anything that would dare enter it's trecherous sand's leaveing only one race that could inhabit it's deadly region being as slinder as a snake they tend to make their house's under large rock's some time's so many gather together they...
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The bus shudders on the rough dirt road. Us living in the middle of nowhere, it's kinda hard to get to our house via bus. I wipe away a tear, I wasn't crying, just a random tear. I lean آگے and tell the bus monitor to let me off here. She gives me a look, but yells and the bus driver to stop. I collect my heavy bags, and walk out. I start running. I hear the bus turn around, but I just keep running. My bags clang against me, knocking me over several times. I just get up and keep on running. I kneel down, getting dirt all over my trousers. I vomit into the dirt, my lunch of ترکاریاں, سلاد and an...
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posted by wolfclan121
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the سب, سب سے اوپر of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, آپ can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But آپ did! آپ tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to آپ anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are آپ saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
posted by wolfclan121
The best part of being a mother is آپ always know if something's wrong with your children. Even in death. Jannet was in trouble, but I don't know what with. Well, she has been hanging out with this boy, David. Strange boy, It's as if he can see me! When I watch them he stares at me with his cold, blue eyes. His eyes. They see things. See things others can't. Wittiness things others can't handle. Wittiness things from others nightmares. I fear for him. I fear for Jannet. Then, on that faithful Summer's day. I saw something. He saw something. No, please Jannet, no!
posted by noahnstar1616
I was running towards the ساحل سمندر, بیچ because it was a full moon tonight. Great. On the دن of all days, tonight had to a full moon. Today was my boyfriend's birthday and I promised him last week that I would spend the his entire birthday with him. That was before I got scratched سے طرف کی that, that...I don't even know what it was. But now I know I should listen to my Grandma مزید often. Here's how it began.
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I was just a normal, average 16 سال old teenager with an awesome boyfriend and two amazing best friends. I lived with my grandma...
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Sun shining like a holy light. After getting out of the tent, I was welcomed سے طرف کی such greenery and wildlife. Such green lush beauty in the glowing morning light made everything just pop and colorful. So many different shades of green and nature all around. I definitely didn't get this New York! The lush vegetation, the scenery, the little cute monkeys climbing around, it was like being in a zoo almost. I heard rustling in the bushes, and prepared myself for an animal attack. As soon as I saw my sister's گلابی tennis shoe pop out of the bushes, I was slightly relieved. The girls walked out of...
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This place is totally different from how Bea told me how is was. Freedom? I feel like a lab چوہا and everything is limited. They watch آپ do everything, and all the pills that they give you, آپ have to take them and they watch آپ take them.Yet, Janice doesn't take them. I've seen her little tricks, and I must say for myself that it's pretty brilliant how she does it. They watch her take them, but then after they leave, she takes them out of her mouth, puts them in her pockets, and then around nighttime یا so, she'll trade with another girl for pills that Janice wants. This goes against...
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posted by para-scence
I laid on my comfy bed, with my eyes closed, listening to music. This was my escape. This is what kept me in this world. Music. Without it, life just wouldn't be fair. The awesome گٹار solo, sick bass, kick-ass drums, and meaningful lyrics soothe me. I took a deep breath, ready to lose myself, when there was a knock on the door.

"What?" I called over the music. It opened; it was my twin sister, Asteria. The only thing identical about us is our eyes, which are ice blue. Her pale blond hair reflected the light pouring in from the hallway, while my room was dimly lit. She was all dressed up,...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Mmm this چائے is delicious. Many thanks Soul." Professor Rhinestone کہا charmingly. I quickly nodded. "Yes! Will we be starting training soon?" He looked up at me, is fuchsia colored bangs covering his shinning eyes. "Very well. We need to آپ to be سب, سب سے اوپر Taoloid, after all." He said, I showed him a little smile. "Yes!"

"Hyaaaaaaa!" I balanced the long bamboo pole on the tip of my index finger. "Aye, this is not gymnastics Soul, this is real. This is battle. Come at me." He held his pole in front of him in a dynamic position. "Uh...I.." His leery glare caught me. "Yes.. Hyaaaaaaaaaa!" I sprinted...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Life is horrible and meaningless. All humans are going to die one day. While I will be living till the Earth crashes. Maybe, I'll still be alive then. I am SOUL. The 0012th Experiment done سے طرف کی Professor Rhinestone. Hes an admirable professor at the most, I have poured everything I own into his heart, I "love" him so. Well, actually Professor has told me never to speak that word, er, "love". He says its a pointless word that means nothing beyond "admire". I guess that is why his surname is 'Rhinestone', he acts like a solid stone never able to break in two. He is powerful. Meanwhile I am but...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 20







Koda awoke to the sound of a click in front of his face.
The hell was that?
Slowly opening his eyes, the morning sun blaring painfully into them he barely could see a gun barrel of a pistol pointing to the center of his forehead.
“Whoa!”
He was awake now, staring پار, صلیب eyed at the gun barrel.
“Make one اقدام and I’ll send one through your leg; keep آپ from movin’.”
The gun was being held سے طرف کی a rather small but definitely strong young man with short and thick messy black hair, and wearing nothing but his sleeping shorts.
“Ok, I know this looks weird havin’ some strange dude...
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posted by PenelopeWolf1
Prolog;
The Gregindorf Prophecies


"Marinsa," Whispered Yanzo Jamleaf. "Where are آپ hiding?" Yanzo was looking for his friend and leader Marinsa Jackson. She had been in hiding for so long that Yanzo didnt know where she might be.
Marisa had hair so white it looked like a cloud, and eyes so green it looked like a forest. She was small but was fierce.
Yanzo was the opposite; He had black shaggy hair, blue eyes that looked like electric and was tall.
Yanzo heard a crack of leaves and a twig. He turned and saw Marinsa walking towards him.
"Hello my old friend," She کہا with a small smile.
...
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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, مزید 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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