Post by TMWOH on Oct 20, 2007 12:26:34 GMT -5
Screams, cries, and the whooshing of aparrating bodies filled the air. Instruments crashed to the ground and silver trays of food clattered as the festive music changed its tune to a symphony of horror. Time seemed to stop as everyone disappeared, the world stilled save for the lonely silhouette of a golden tent, which shivered in the wind of everyone’s departure. The sad scene of a wedding disrupted lay before them, as the thunderous voice of Kingsley proclaimed their greatest fear, “THE MINSTRY HAS FALLEN. SCRIGMOUR IS DEAD. THEY ARE COMING”.
The Ministry has fallen, but you could save him the news. He knew, he was there. Scrigmour’s death would not come as much of a surprise either, for below his feet laid the body of their fallen Minister, or rather the Minister who took an early retirement. But he wasn’t going anywhere just yet, those weren’t his precise orders, which meant he would not move a muscle. So much for a victory, so much for celebrating, because this was only the beginning. Sure, everything looked “easy” from this point. The world was practically in there hands, and after “they” got to their location any hope of resistance would be crushed, but it could never be that “easy”. He knew better then to expect these things fast, or to expect them at all. The truth was there weren’t many of him, and the majority of those that followed his Lord did so because they had no other choice, like how he had no other choice. And soon, no one will have a choice.
The dark pub was filled with the usual crowd, usual only because of the uniform dark cloaks that hooded over their faces, and draped down to their rain covered shoes. For either protection or to masquerade as an innocent each mug bearing customer of the Leaky Cauldron hid any traces of individuality, any hints of an identity. Music flowed from near the front, where an uncloaked girl sat playing her guitar. Her melodic voice synched with the strumming of her guitar, as she gently swayed her head back and forth in front of the metallic microphone.
The guitar strumming stopped abruptly, the girl’s singing cut off. The masqueraders took their stand, they didn’t need to hide anymore, but now she did. “THE MINISTRY HAS FALLEN. SCRGIMOUR IS DEAD. WE’RE HERE.” Their malicious voices chanted the words in unison, now London knew the dark truth, the entire Wizarding World knew. The Dark Times have come again at long last, and what before seemed to be the world in upheaval has no standing against what is coming. There is no room for good in this new world. No place for light in the dark, no leave for mercy in violence, and no margin for love in hate. The extermination of all those who oppose this New Era is at hand. And pretty soon all voices of hope will be silenced.
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The Ministry has fallen, but you could save him the news. He knew, he was there. Scrigmour’s death would not come as much of a surprise either, for below his feet laid the body of their fallen Minister, or rather the Minister who took an early retirement. But he wasn’t going anywhere just yet, those weren’t his precise orders, which meant he would not move a muscle. So much for a victory, so much for celebrating, because this was only the beginning. Sure, everything looked “easy” from this point. The world was practically in there hands, and after “they” got to their location any hope of resistance would be crushed, but it could never be that “easy”. He knew better then to expect these things fast, or to expect them at all. The truth was there weren’t many of him, and the majority of those that followed his Lord did so because they had no other choice, like how he had no other choice. And soon, no one will have a choice.
The dark pub was filled with the usual crowd, usual only because of the uniform dark cloaks that hooded over their faces, and draped down to their rain covered shoes. For either protection or to masquerade as an innocent each mug bearing customer of the Leaky Cauldron hid any traces of individuality, any hints of an identity. Music flowed from near the front, where an uncloaked girl sat playing her guitar. Her melodic voice synched with the strumming of her guitar, as she gently swayed her head back and forth in front of the metallic microphone.
Just 17 years ago.
I know you can remember.
The tragedy on Hollow's Eve.
And I knew that if you had your chance.
You would make the loss not in vain.
Because Heroism numbs the pain.
And Before don't forget all the lives.
That were placed on the line.
So that you could call your house
Your home.
Even if you can't remember if you cried.
When you heard about those who died.
It had to touch you deep inside,
It was because of them you're still a-live.
So...
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night.
Believing it's alright?
Do you remember who shed first blood?
Or did you refuse to see it all you could,
When the Dark Lord rose to power again.
Was it another young boy killed in vain,
Those who told the truth you believed insane,
Hiding from it wasn't worth the pai-n!
Aside from who was wrong and right.
The truth now walks in plain sight.
So why don't you just take my advice..
Mistakes just don't happen twice.
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
One group of brave, one army of true.
Stood to protect me and you.
So why is it that they're hunted down.
I was told from those I trust.
That defense was not a must.
I needn't fear what lurks in my tow--n.
But that was once again a lie.
By those too scared to open an eye.
At the evil growing strong,
Once again you were wrong!
And again those who were right,
Were cast aside from the light.
And a hero died at the Ministry that night.
A hero unafraid to fight.
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
And following that dark June,
At the safehouse of Hogwarts' School
Another hero met his doom.
Betrayal by a trusted friend,
The worst way to meet your end.
But that man, wasn't the only traitor to our fallen hero!
Oh I just can't keep track,
Of those who just turned their backs,
When the truth was oh so clear,
But you hid it with your fear-!!!!
The mark now glares down from the sky,
Emerald green, set up high,
Over the Tower, in plain sight..
Where Dumbledore di-ed.
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
We all have the same foes.
The world's not grey,
black and white's it's tone.
Confusion is a dead excuse.
Do you still call your house a home?
With growing terror on the roam..
All I see is the world,
As it was 17 years, ago-o-oh.
Oh, Can you rise above the power?
Can we stand again for one last battle.
Do it for those who died,
Can't we do it for those who tried?
Cause as this war wages on,
Evil's still going strong,
How can good be out numbered?
Or is good still in a slumber?
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
Isn't your family worth the fight?....
Can't you do it because it's right?
I know you can remember.
The tragedy on Hollow's Eve.
And I knew that if you had your chance.
You would make the loss not in vain.
Because Heroism numbs the pain.
And Before don't forget all the lives.
That were placed on the line.
So that you could call your house
Your home.
Even if you can't remember if you cried.
When you heard about those who died.
It had to touch you deep inside,
It was because of them you're still a-live.
So...
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night.
Believing it's alright?
Do you remember who shed first blood?
Or did you refuse to see it all you could,
When the Dark Lord rose to power again.
Was it another young boy killed in vain,
Those who told the truth you believed insane,
Hiding from it wasn't worth the pai-n!
Aside from who was wrong and right.
The truth now walks in plain sight.
So why don't you just take my advice..
Mistakes just don't happen twice.
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
One group of brave, one army of true.
Stood to protect me and you.
So why is it that they're hunted down.
I was told from those I trust.
That defense was not a must.
I needn't fear what lurks in my tow--n.
But that was once again a lie.
By those too scared to open an eye.
At the evil growing strong,
Once again you were wrong!
And again those who were right,
Were cast aside from the light.
And a hero died at the Ministry that night.
A hero unafraid to fight.
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
And following that dark June,
At the safehouse of Hogwarts' School
Another hero met his doom.
Betrayal by a trusted friend,
The worst way to meet your end.
But that man, wasn't the only traitor to our fallen hero!
Oh I just can't keep track,
Of those who just turned their backs,
When the truth was oh so clear,
But you hid it with your fear-!!!!
The mark now glares down from the sky,
Emerald green, set up high,
Over the Tower, in plain sight..
Where Dumbledore di-ed.
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
We all have the same foes.
The world's not grey,
black and white's it's tone.
Confusion is a dead excuse.
Do you still call your house a home?
With growing terror on the roam..
All I see is the world,
As it was 17 years, ago-o-oh.
Oh, Can you rise above the power?
Can we stand again for one last battle.
Do it for those who died,
Can't we do it for those who tried?
Cause as this war wages on,
Evil's still going strong,
How can good be out numbered?
Or is good still in a slumber?
Why, why do you refuse to try.
Why, why do good people continue to die.
Why, why can't we just defy...
The injustice you choose to live by?
How can you sleep at night..
Believing it's alright?
Isn't your family worth the fight?....
Can't you do it because it's right?
The guitar strumming stopped abruptly, the girl’s singing cut off. The masqueraders took their stand, they didn’t need to hide anymore, but now she did. “THE MINISTRY HAS FALLEN. SCRGIMOUR IS DEAD. WE’RE HERE.” Their malicious voices chanted the words in unison, now London knew the dark truth, the entire Wizarding World knew. The Dark Times have come again at long last, and what before seemed to be the world in upheaval has no standing against what is coming. There is no room for good in this new world. No place for light in the dark, no leave for mercy in violence, and no margin for love in hate. The extermination of all those who oppose this New Era is at hand. And pretty soon all voices of hope will be silenced.
The Magical World of Hogwarts
Just revamped. Thanks for looking and we hope you are interested in joining!