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Dec 3, 2015 17:08:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 17:08:23 GMT -7
history has its eyes on you
25 february, 2023
The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming. Perhaps one of my most vivid memories of my father is the time when he sat me down, looked me in the eyes, and told me the story of the day the Ministry fell. I was eighteen years old at the time, a recent graduate from Hogwarts and an aspiring governmental official. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought my father would fall as Scrimgeour did so long ago. To me, even as old as I was, he hung the moon, painted the stars, and caused the sun to rise. A life without my father was my worst nightmare. Of course, this nightmare became my reality.
This said, I think it's obvious that any article I could write on the subject of the Minister of Magic would be biased. This is not helped by the fact that the new Minister is one of my oldest friends. We grew up together, in the same house and same year at Hogwarts. She was no stranger to my family's dinner table, and there are days where I still think she may know me better than I know myself. It's difficult for me to say anything against her, hence why this article is such a delayed reaction. I can't say anything bad, but I also can't say anything good.
Why? Because I have no control. I have no control over who lives, who dies, who tells my story. If I did, my father would not have died. Watching someone else I care for step in line for slaughter feels like someone is pushing needles into my heart, one by one. Maybe if I was stronger, I would be able to say more. Consider this not an editorial, but a plea. To whomever decided that my father was worthy of death, whomever may decide that Victoire is worthy of the same fate - I pray that you remember that history has its eyes on you.
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