Jason frowned as he updated the evidence wall that he kept hidden behind an oversized Captain Fantastic poster in his basement flat. Any lingering doubts he had about his mother's sanity had been quashed by the events of the past few days. It was bad enough when she started defacing his posters and leaving replacements. While he might have enjoyed the Blackhearts, they were no substitute for Ziggy Stardust or the Pinball Wizard. Things got even weirder when he found that his red-haired collectable suddenly became a model for knitted clothing in pastel colors. This, however, was the last straw. Why in the world would she give such a high-pitched squeal when he had returned from Diagon Alley?
She had nearly ruined years of work. His contact from Diagon Alley, Clementine, had nearly been driven away by that outlandish display. The young witch had been a godsend. Not only had she allowed him to infiltrate, she also had been his guide, staying with him during the entire visit. It was, however, irritating that she adamantly refused to let him explore Knockturn Alley. There would be other days.
He could scarcely believe his luck having such a beautiful companion so freely volunteering her services. He was sure she would reveal the secrets of her world, if only he cultivated their relationship correctly. Regardless of what happened, he was sure he wanted her as a friend. What puzzled him was her unnatural obsession with the "muggle" world. He could not help but return the favor once they ventured on the other side of the wall. She was as naive as an newborn, and he took great pains to introduce her to both the wonders and the hazards of his world.
From that time, Clementine had been a daily visitor. They would compare notes and ask each other about topics the other found to be completely mundane. They would share a simple lunch at his flat after she arrived, and they would have tea at the rickety pub before it was time for their goodbyes. His mum, however, seemed to have gone completely starkers. She would giggle gleefully for no apparent reason when she stole glances at them. What was more disturbing was that had caught her with a box of prophylactics and a small needle. He was positive she was well past the age where she would need such protection, and the two items most definitely did not belong together. He fervently prayed she wasn't going to give him "The Talk" again.
Shuddering at the memory, Jason turned the page of the transfiguration text book and placed it back on the scanner. He had already uploaded the images of first year charms. It was long and tedious experience, but well worth the hassle. If he could tailor his OCR software to recognize the font, he was sure he could fit all of the text on a single floppy.
A knock on his bedroom door provided respite from the tedium. “Come in,” he called out.
The door opened to reveal a smiling Clementine. “Hey Jason,” she greeted cheerfully. “I’m here to watch those videos you were telling me about.” Then, as an afterthought, she called out over her shoulder, “He’s awake Mrs. Holders; I’ll keep him company! Thanks again for the gift!”
Jason could hear his mum's overly enthusiastic reply, “Wonderful, you two have fun. Have lots of fun!”
Jason got up from his seat to usher Clementine into the room, offering her a seat on his bed. “She gave you a gift?” he asked after she was sitting.
Nodding, Clementine smiled and inquisitively held up a small box. “What’s a Trojan?”
Elisa Bates could scarcely believe her eyes as she again looked around her new flat in wonder. After the incident with the doll, she had, more or less coherently, told the story to the Overseer. He had immediately taken charge, arranging for a safehouse and security with a few terse sentences. She now found herself in an upscale neighborhood in a condo nestled in a tower above a bank. The living room alone was larger than the entirety of her old place, but the real secret to the place was a network of strategically located port keys directly linked to Goblin Security. No matter where she was inside, help was just a shout away.
Moving hadn’t taken long. The goblins had sent wizard employees over to shrink and pack her meager belongings. Everything she and Abagail owned was quickly transferred, except for the keepsakes Elisa had consigned to the rubbish bin. The hockey mask from last Halloween was disposed of with prejudice, as were the dolls, the fake rubber axe, and the large plastic skeleton. She still had no idea why or how one of Abagail's toys could turn homicidal, so she didn't want to take any chances.
The more obvious security came in the form of two goblin guards. Each looked more than capable of standing up to a little doll, and they looked much more rugged than the aurors who had fallen victim to it. Finally, Elisa felt some measure of security. The pair proved to be a godsend. They were more than willing to converse whenever Elisa felt like socializing, and they faded into the background when she needed solitude. They wore nasty grins whenever they talked about their society underground, but they were honest signs of amusement. Elisa wrote the creepiness off as a cultural difference.
The surprise they had shown when Elisa had invited them to join her at supper was nothing compared to their reaction when they saw that she had prepared some goblin dishes based on their descriptions. The confused looks they kept shooting her were worth more than a few giggles. Little did they know that they were filling a recently opened hole in her life. The new home might be showy and expensive, but the new companions were priceless.
Sighing in contentment, Elisa sat on her new plush couch and motioned for her bodyguards to join. One sat beside her while the other kept watch on the door. Nodding pleasantly, she picked up the clicker and said, “What’s on the telly?”
The smoke was thick enough to cut with a knife as Mike used the butt of one cigarette to light the next. Rules be damned; he was on a roll. He smiled as he organized his notes on the corkboard. This was the story of the millennium. There was a secret society hiding more or less in plain sight, and he had proof.
Once the initial hurdle had been overcome, everything else came almost automatically. He could not believe how flimsy the deception had been; once he convinced himself of its existence, the pub was as plain as the nose on his face. After listening in, he only had to ask a passing wizard to be let into Diagon Alley. Once inside, he knew his world would never be the same.
A bit of projected confidence was all he needed. No one questioned his presence, despite his obvious muggle appearance. He had the keys to the kingdom, and he had made off with its treasury. The secrets they so jealously guarded would be revealed to all.
The first stop had been a bank. Although the exchange rate had been pitifully small, it had been enough to get him a couple of the gold coins on which their system was based. Far more valuable than the money was the identity of the workers; they were a heretofore unknown species. Proof of their existence would be more than enough to earn him Scoop of the Year. It saddened him immensely to know that this would only be a footnote in his story. He had always known that most legends grew out of facts. Discovering that goblins were real gave him goosebumps. Humans were not alone; this was cause for celebration. The implications threatened to overwhelm his brain.
A helpful witch had noticed the mundane gadgets he was carrying, and she had directed him to a curio shop. What sentimental values those items had was more than paid for in galleons. With a substantial bankroll available, he made a beeline for the book store. He purchased as much reference material as he dared, knowing that he might be discovered at any instant. It was only on a whim that he had bought a subscription to something called the "Daily Prophet". There was no way that he’d actually receive it, but he bought it anyway, just on a lark.
He had spent the entire night securing his purchases and following the directions from the newsgroup on how to leave himself information, just in case the obliviators found him. It was a nuisance having the startup script telling him that he might have forgotten things and to access certain files, but it was well worth the inconvenience. He had the proof he needed to back up his story. Now, he just had to write it.
Smiling, Mike cast another look at the owl on the sill. It was happily devouring the last of the bacon from his breakfast sandwich in the comparatively fresh London smog. The unexpected visitor had brought more fuel for the fire.
Turning from the bird, Mike again surveyed the moving pictures before nodding. He mused, “What’s happening in the wizarding world?”
Breathlessly, Emma nuzzled her husband as they lay on their impromptu nest of blankets on the deep shag carpeting. “That was wonderful,” she informed him as she molded her form closer to his. “It was a whole new experience.”
Dan only grinned wider and lovingly ran his muzzle over Emma’s.
“I’m so glad you thought to ask Hermione for the second necklace.” Emma continued, savoring the attention her husband was so freely giving, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if this were the key we need to give Hermione a little sister? That all it takes is a change of form and bam, I'm whole again, and we can have another child?”
“Or a brother,” Dan said, agreeing fully, sweat from the exertion flaking his coat. “It would be wonderful.”
“You know,” Emma said wistfully, “we have a whole new world of magic open to us. Maybe they have a potion or something that would let me carry a new pregnancy to term.”
Dan frowned, the emotion translating poorly on his pony face. “Dear, we can ask Hermione next time we see her, but you mustn’t get your hopes up.”
“I know,” Emma said as she practically climbed on her husband to get closer, “but it’s a hope we haven’t had in a long time. Please let me savor it.”
“I love you,” Dan whispered, holding his wife close. “Never forget that I love you.”
“I love you,” Emma answered. Then with a playful nudge she said, “Now let’s stop being melancholy and do a few more laps around the back yard. Running as a unicorn is exhilarating.”
“We just completed ten laps,” Dan complained, following Emma for some more exercise.
“Don’t be a baby,” Emma called over her withers. “The neighbors aren’t home and we won’t have this opportunity often.”
Smiling, Dan said, “Sure, and I have another question to ask Hermione when we see her.”
“I bet I can guess what it is,” Emma said, pronking along.
Nodding Dan agreed and said, “What’s with the picture of teeth on our flanks?”
She had gone down the wrong alleyway. This would be the last time she made that mistake. Hopefully, she would survive to make others. She was not yet even a teen, only nine. The three drunk men surrounding her didn’t seem to care. She had wandered into their territory, and she was going to pay the toll.
Lurching, one of the men made a grab for her and she dodged out of his reach, right into the grasp of his friend. She opened her mouth to scream, only to find it covered by a smelly hand. Now she had trouble breathing, let alone screaming. Soon there were three sets of hands touching her in ways that she did not want to be touched. She screwed her eyes shut and, with tears flowing, waited for the inevitable.
Without warning, a pair of hands left her body, and she heard a sickening crunch.
Terrified, she opened her eyes and saw one of her attackers laying in a heap at the feet of a strange new man. The scantily-clad newcomer was noticeably shorter than the two remaining assailants, lacking no less than a head and a half in height. In truth, he wasn’t much taller than she was.
The two remaining attackers snarled and lunged for him, intent on avenging their fallen comrade. The first to reach him threw his fist at the smaller man's face. The smaller man did not move, did not even flinch. There was another sickening crunch. Howling, the attacker reached for his ruined fist with his other hand but didn't make it that far, when the retaliation came. In fighting games, it was not uncommon to see someone land an uppercut hard enough to lift the opponent a full body length or two. That character would then get up and resume fighting, albeit with a diminished health bar. In reality, getting hit that hard precludes the possibility of getting up afterwards, as the second attacker quickly learned.
The third and final attacker turned to run. He got all of one step before he found his face engulfed in the palm of the smaller man. There was a muffled scream as the small man brought the larger’s head into violent contact with the ground. Once would have been sufficient; three times was just messy.
Shakily, the young girl stared at her rescuer who was smiling down at her.
“Muito obrigado,” she said, not leaving her knees.
Her savior cocked his head, confused.
“Muito obrigado,” she repeated, still shaking.
Realization dawned on the man's face.
“Enquanto eu ando, ninguém prejudicará as crianças,” he replied haltingly as the Brazilian sun beat down on him from above.
Smiling, he turned and left.
Not wanting to be there any longer, the girl fled the scene and found her way home.
Upon seeing the girl, her mother rushed over, scooped her up and asked in English, “What’s with the blood?”
Emily Smith and her mother Olivia sat at the kitchen table peacefully playing cards. It was an activity that they enjoyed together over the years and they both had many fond memories of their time together.
As the game continued, a popular subject once again came to the fore.
“I can’t believe she’s back,” Emily said, dealing the cards.
“I know,” Olivia said with a bittersweet smile. “When I lost her, I was devastated. A second chance is more than I could ever hope for.”
“Did they ever tell you that she was a ghost at the school?”
“No, they never bothered to tell me that.” Olivia shook her head sadly. “But, since I’m not a witch, it wouldn’t have mattered. I can’t go to their school.”
“Still,” Emily said, “it would have been nice to know.”
“No,” Olivia disagreed, “no it wouldn’t have. It would only have made it worse.”
“I hardly remember her,” Emily admitted, “I should remember my older sister better, but she’s a faded memory.”
“You can make new memories,” Olivia said with a benign smile.
“It’s not fair,” Emily said, her eyes tearing slightly. “We’ve lost so much time with her.”
“I’m just happy to have any time with her at all.”
“How can you take it so calmly?”
“My once-dead daughter has been returned to me.” Olivia explained, “My daughter, who I thought I'd never see again in this life, lives and breathes. A mother should never outlive her children. My Myrtle is alive. I’m not taking it calmly. I’m so happy I can barely move.”
Emily smiled sadly at her mother and said, “Why did you let her return to that school? You lost her to it once before.”
“She no longer has a place in a world without magic.” Olivia sighed, “Keeping her here would do her no good. It would hurt me more than it hurt her; she deserves to follow her destiny.”
Emily nodded sadly and said, “What’s the chance of Amy not wanting to go as well? Will she be lost to us, also?”
Funny and poignant moments, a loverly combination done well! Thanks for writing!
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Canon dumbledore made mistakes and had issues, yes.
As we've said in various ways, your dumbledore feels a lot like a caricature thereof, with blatantly invented issues that feel like they exist solely so we can say "look how slimy dumbledore really is, see?"-aka bashing for the sake of bashing, rather than bashing that's at least very well rooted in canon.
If you really do have some sort of culmination in mind-say, dumbledore having a complete mental breakdown and withdrawing from all the things, well I hope its soon. I've found myself...skimming a lot of the dumbledore-related material so that I can get to more enjoyable stuff, even though you seem to have toned the frequency down a bit.
CMC, you need to tell your herdmates that you are the Cutie Mark Crusaders and explain about cutie marks before Hermoine has a Lesson Zero level breakdown.
As much as I like the idea of revealing the magical world to the rest of the world I cannot help thinking that the problems this creates will be far more than the problems it solves.
A simple question is which government takes precedence? Which laws?
I don't see either side willing to secede power to the other...heck most countries can't even get the different branches of their own governments to work together on a consistent basis. How bad will it be when muggle governments around the world realize that there are entire magical governments hidden among them?
Ideally the governments could come together as each country has both a magical and muggle leader.
Either way thank you for the new chapter!
Again you tease us with Hermonies parents. Its a running gag at this point.
Lots of fun things here. The slayer showed up more cutie marks. Goblin bonding. And a worrying way for our beatle tolearn about the wizarding world all from within a newly knited sweater.
TROJAN FUCKIN CONDOMS. i died when i read that
The muggles don’t seem to remember the last time magic was openly used. It’s as if they forgot about witch trials and killing supposed witches. (Granted most of that was just a display of power) but the muggles don’t realize just how bad this could turn out for everyone, especially the wizards
Ahh, you keep teasing us with Emma and Dan's activities. Although if they do end up conceiving another child, there won't be much questioning what they were up to at that point. I do wonder if Emma would have to carry as a unicorn to term.
I suppose they could always immigrate to Equestria.
So now word is getting back to the muggle world that the killer doll is real. Won't that just cause a fit.
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What I'm wondering is why the older students who have transfigured in ponies haven't had visible ones?
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To be fair, the wizards can and do erase memories, so the muggles not remembering magic makes more sense. One assumes that once upon a time wizards had a closer and better understanding of the muggle world; there's mention of some badly outdated laws they have that interact with the muggle government, for instance. At that point they were probably quite capable of infiltrating things and rewriting the history books so that muggles collectively forgot magic ever really existed.
And to be fair to the wizards, until relatively recent times staying secret made a lot of sense (even if the witch burnings weren't much of a threat, what's the point of interacting with a world that wants to kill you?). If you assume that wizards collectively turned off their brains where muggles were concerned (something entirely in keeping with the books) about a hundred years ago, the whole masquerade makes a lot more sense.
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Why do you people keep bringing this up?its just a fan story not bloody canon! Let the author do there thing and let's see how the story turns out.
Every single time this story updates, my face explodes into an idiotic grin of joy. Keep it coming
I coulda swore the ministry made contact with the prime minister when black escaped Azkaban I could swear I remember a paragraph about it. When voldermort was confirmed alive too I think that order of the phoenix guy ....can't remember his name the Indian one was told to contact him ... i think. So i believe the government is aware of them ..... if thats true they'd just do a smear campaign or order a news blackout. Conficate his materials and his computer the wizards maybe dumb when it comes to computers but the regular government wouldn't it's the first thing they go for. The internet would be tough especially if he uploads books .... but what common person could get access to wands for transfiguations or potion materials if they could even use magic to begin with. You might get a few thousand who take it serious but society is generally a bunch of people who lap up what the government tells them. As long as it doesn't directly effect them they don't care.
Oh yah meant to ask .... drawing a blank ... any idea who the guy was who kicked the drunk guys asses.
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I think it's supposed to be one of those mysterious awaking forces, like truth, justice, mercy, hatred, bigotry, friendship.
He's probably violence, or protection.
EDIT: Which judging by the translation of what he's saying "So long as I am, prejudice cannot be." maybe he's equality, which is why he could fight against three men, with the strength of three men.
Human is infiltrating the wizard world. Do we need some kind of grand solution for this incoming chaos?
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It's called criticism, being a fan story doesn't mean it's immune to it. If people dislike an aspect of a story they are allowed to discuss it all they want.
Odd thought just occurred to me... Since Emma is a Unicorn... Doesn't that mean she should be able to at least use Equestrian magic?
Ma'am, I understand you're excited about the prospect of grandchildren, but please wait until at least after the happy couple has actually declared themselves a couple.
In any case, very fun seeing the conspiracy dissolve with wizards none the wiser (aside from one witch who's getting the immersive Muggle Studies course she always wanted.) And the mysterious Brazilian avenger raises some fascinating questions.
Also, let's hope the Grangers contact Hermione about their cutie marks sooner rather than later. The longer that girl frets, the worse it'll be for her.
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while that is factually correct, what u people r doing hardly makes u critics, everytime a new chapter is posted of this story, there u people r saying that the writer is doing a horrible job with cannon!Dumbledore and bashing for the sake of bashing. WE GET IT ALREADY! i think i speak for a lot of readers when i say that were all tired of seeing this kind of thing in the story comments, if u dont like the story because of one aspect of it, then DONT READ IT. the rest of us r enjoying this story and seeing negative comments all the time really doesnt help.
ur not critics, ur cynics, and fairly childish ones at that. a critic would make a single comment, offer their opinion, and then leave it at that. they would not keep beating on a dead horse like u guys do, so would u kindly take ur discussions and toxic attitudes to the PMs?
Hmm...good to know the soon to be revealed wizarding world operation is going well.
A question. What is the scene of the woman almost being raped by presumably thugs supposed to be? You didn't include names, mere pronouns, and then they started speaking another language. is this supposed to be new characters, or are you implementing another character?
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In this case, the author accused one of the commenters of being (paraphrased) a complete and total dumbledore fanboy. THAT is my own reason for giving yet another comment on the matter.
P.S. a complete and total lack of punctuation and overruse of abbreviations makes your accusation of childishness look a tad hypocritical.
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just how i make these comments, texttalk saves time and characters, not every site is as generous with the character counts as Fimfic. but that is beside the point. u people already made ur points, but ur still complaining about it. enough already...
8823399 The reason why you keep seeing comments about Dumbledore bashing is because the author has basically been treating him like a piñata for quite a while, and while it was amusing at the start, the piñata is basically in shreds, well past the point of being fun. I would like to see Dumbledore catch a break somewhere for at least a few in-story days, give him a respite and some good stuff.
Also, protip: work on your spelling. All lowercase is one thing, but if you want people to take your criticism of the criticism more seriously (you do have a good message there), get rid of the texting shorthand. It looks really bad and makes people more likely to pass over your words.
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if one has no wish to listen, then it matters little what i do, i have made my points.
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Now where was that story where a wizard with serious competency issues ended up making a wand using hair from Twilight Sparkle...
I really don't like "Magic will soon be revealed to Muggles" plotline. I like idea of Magic and Technology reuniting, but this reunion should be achieved by cautious and slow moves by both Magical and Non-magic governments. Not by rapidly exposing wizards to public. This can't end well. The most hilarious thing about it, that the author is well aware about the concept of religious bigotry towards wizards (McGonnagal thoughts about CMC origins before discovering that they are ponies). If witches and wizards would be suddenly proven to be real, it will not suddenly make them friends with Muggles, instead it will only revitalize fanaticism among abrahamic bigots around the globe. If only Dogger isn't planning "Wizards flee to Equestria" plotline...
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I think it's the revenant who rose up in response to the bug's activity. Someone accepting eternal entombment to try and ensure that the bug could never repeat his crimes would take a dim view of the sort of lesser but still vile predators who attack the helpless.
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That sounds fun.
Interesting to see the Masquerade breaking down. I'm kinda surprised it survived this far anyway.
His mother has totally the wrong idea, though. Wow.
Congratulations Hermione, looks like you might have a new baby brother or sister in 11 months. Make sure they eat all their alfalfa.
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What older students? Aren't first years all 11? (except Ginny, being a year early.)
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I came to the comments of the most recent chapter after the millionth "look how bad Dumblydore is everyone's exploding in anger" scene to see if it'd get any better. Guess not. Oh well.
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in theory, yes, that works. however, in practice its not that easy. even in Equestria, every little filly has to learn to use their power even for basic levitation magic. Emma Granger has not had such train, nor access to such training, so her horn may as well be a dead stick as far as magic is concerned,
Another wonderful chapter. Wonder what the Grangers will do should they be caught in pony form and then released into the wild by some screwball animal control agent?
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Then it should focus on the CMC and Harry instead of bashing Dumbledore for allegedly compelling the Durseleys to abuse Harry. The two elements don't mesh well.
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AHAH. here it is:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/356022/three-tail-hairs
The Harry Potter books are a series with an intended audience of young adults.
That means that a lot of things have to be accepted to make them work.
To start with, questions like "where is child protective services?" are ignored since most of the readers will be kids, who are more or less unaware of such things. Even those who have been involved with such services rarely know too many of the details.
To make it easy to introduce your characters to the youthful readers you want to start with a nicely familiar background - the real world. Since the world would be very different if magic was around, you need to have the world of magic being strictly secretive.
To keep any secret mage looking like a good person you need to make sure that questions like "Why don't some magical types have the basic decency to visit children's burn wards and perform a quick charm to heal up painfully dying kids?" never come up - so you make all the prominent non-mages into horrible people so that your focus characters - and readers - will never think about the rest of the mundane world.
You then make all the adults - magical or not - basically useless, since otherwise they'd take over and you wouldn't have a young adults tale of child heroes.
"Dumbledore" is a literary convenience who does whatever is necessary to set up the story the author wants to tell. He's a wise and kindly old mentor because that's how he's presented to the viewpoint characters.
The moment you try to take "him" (or most of the other major characters) as an actual person who's functioning in a world that isn't just a backdrop for a story, you wind up with serious problems.
Harry had to be stuck with dreadful people to make sure that he never looks back after entering the world of magic and to keep magical secrecy acceptable.
So "Dumbledore" took a child of friends that had been entrusted to him, left him with horrible plot devices, and never checked back or (for example) magically sent him lunches.
A couple of chapters later Dumbledore took an item that he well knew would attract a powerful murderer who was willing to kill kids and stuck it - along with a deadly guardian beast that still had no real chance of dealing with said murderer but was more than capable of killing kids - in a children's school that was full of kids that he had taken responsibility for.
It was soon revealed that he had subjected decades worth of students to incompetent, and even hostile, instructors.
As a literary convenience? Why not? All those other kids are backdrops for the story of the viewpoint characters of Harry and friends. They aren't in danger, and aren't being subjected to incompetent teachers, because they do not actually exist. As a person in a functioning world? How is that not a gross betrayal of hundreds of people who entrusted their kids to him?
"Chief Warlock". Ever look at what "Warlock" means? It's the modern form of the Old English "waerloga" - "Covenant Betrayer". Oathbreaker. Traitor.
Certainly we can throw in reasons - or simple mistakes - to justify his decisions - but in the end it still comes down to "Is there ever a good enough reason for mass child abuse and betrayal or an excuse for not doing your job and allowing it?"
Quite a few people will say "No". For them Dumbledore is either a monster or a completely incompetent bungler (I find that hard to swallow entirely given how much he seems to pre-plan, but that's a personal opinion).
Others will say "Yes" - and logically continue into discussing a variety of rationales and motives to see if they were sufficient by whatever standard they're using. Sadly, those standards will vary from person to person - and, pretty much by definition, no such argument can ever convince anyone in the "No" group.
Fanfictions are always full of questions, starting with "what if?" and "Why?" - but there's a major division in them between the ones that accept the tropes of the source material and the ones that don't. If they accept the tropes, there's no problem. If they don't... then there is a LOT of explaining to do and a lot of characters may wind up drastically different from their canon counterparts.
For an example from the Potterverse that doesn't even directly involve a character... the Philosophers Stone was first produced more than six hundred years ago. It was demonstrated that a skilled and dedicated pair of alchemists working in a personal lab could make an item that provided perpetual youth and health by creating an apparently endless supply of an Elixir of Life (classically known as Aqua Vitae) that healed all wounds.
That eliminated the one major obstacle to new inventions - it showed that it was POSSIBLE. Why didn't every magical type who'd like to live a long time and have perfect health start funding research into duplicating this feat? Why didn't the original couple share the secret of longevity with their friends, relatives, and kids? Or get captured and interrogated by one of the more ruthless Dark Lords since they seem to be a regular thing?
Nothing like that happened in the books because industrial-scale production of Philosophers Stones starting in - say - 1620 would mess up the plot and is forbidden by the "unique magical mcguffin" trope. In a Fanfiction? Once it comes up, you really need an answer.
You can provide one. Let us say that...
"The Philosophers Stone was kept in Gringotts because it was the cause of the Goblin Wars. With a monetary system based on precious metals, the wide-scale use of a transmutation device threatened to destroy goblin society. The goblins thus embarked on a campaign that wiped out most alchemical lore and have continued to kill off alchemical researchers to this day. The Stone's original creators have only survived because they placed the stone in Goblin custody (thus mostly stopping the wars) and have helped the goblins identify dangerous research - and thus people to kill - since then. After all, a Philosophers Stone can also produce Aqua Mortis. the Elixir of Death. which is a perfect, incurable, and undetectable poison."
There. The Philosophers Stone now has a reason for being a unique magical mcguffin. It does make the setting a lot darker by implication (I don't know if it's darker than assuming that the original creators have been denying twenty generations of people health and long life and that no one else can do research, but that makes them pretty awful people anyway) - but we're simply filling in the gaps of what we're actually told with something that makes sense. Any other explanation will be just as much a personal opinion.
So I fully support whatever-the-story-demands literary-device Dumbledore. He only existed to set up situations and sell books in the first place. If a fanfiction author wants to make him a robot puppet operated by one of E. E. Smiths Arisian's, than - for the purposes of their story - so shall he be.
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I blame Google translate. The original phrase I put in was "Justice for the weak" and it gave me "Iustitia est Infirma" I have since learned "Iustitia enim Infirma" would have more accurate.
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oh ok that makes so much more sense
This is a very good reason for the wizards to be hidden. More than a good enough reason in my book. I mean, yeah, it’d be cool to know about this crap if it existed, but imagine the implications if anyone with a brain and a low sense of morality got word. There might be a mass
Annihalation, or at least obliviation(sorry, i dont speak wizard) of the muggle world. It’s just a plain bad idea.
And before any of you say something along the lines if, ‘oh, but we cant do magic, we couldn’t hurt them!’ I remind you of tanks. And bombs. And guns in general. All three likely could hurt them badly if they have no prior warning. And even if they could stop them from actually getting badly hurt, why would that stop us? The government of at least three big world countries are known to most likely be corrupt enough to kidnap a couple wizards/witches and brainwash them, and then raise their own army of magic casting youths.
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The thing is, integration might have been possible, but it would have to be both controlled and rapid. "Muggle Studies" would have to be both serious and mandatory, at least a year before. Wizards have a history of underestimating muggles.
And it can't be in the hands of a reporter to do it, either (hence it has to be rapid).
I do think Discord will enjoy the coming chaos.
Dentists to the core.
I have to give those two men credit. They know what they are doing when it comes to collecting information. Releasing it like they plan may not be the best idea but they know how to collect it.
And it continues:
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punctuation error: missing comma (and, with tears)
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Unless they are familiar with equine anatomy beyond what a layperson would be, they wouldn't say "flanks". They'd say "sides" or some (probably more polite) variation of "butts"; maybe "hips".
These shenanigans are adorable and I demand an entire fic dedicated to them.
I'm so glad I wasn't drinking something when I read these lines.
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You just made me realize that the only reason I know a little bit about horse anatomy, is because of My Little Pony...
You kno when you really think about it "Trojan" is a terrible name for a condom company
I mean think about it yes the trojan horse was a "protective covering" as they invaded but the moment they breached the horse either broke open or there was an exit hatch and everyone came spilling out
In terms of a condom thats a bad thing to have an opening at the moment of breaching where all your soldiers come spilling out it defeats the purpose lol
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perhaps, but the Horse wasnt used by the Trojans, it was used by the greeks. the myth states that it was thought impossible to take the city of Troy in a military engagement, they were stronger warriors than even the famed Spartins, their walls so high as to be unscaleable. if u want a name that inspires strength, then Trojan is not a completely terrible idea