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The year is 1975, and there's a stillness in the air that is almost unsettling. The Ministry if corrupt, filled with dark wizards who are nearly impossible to pick out, just waiting for their time to make themselves known. The only safe haven seems to be that of Hogwarts, but rumors fly around about the Professors and staff, wondering where their allegiance lies.
Some people have joined this new group, the Death Eaters as they call themselves, out of greed and ambition, others out of fear, and others for the sheer joy of killing indiscriminately; others simply believe that they are above Muggles and Muggle-Borns, and join to gather the feel of authority.
The Order of the Phoenix has been newly formed, the most powerful and loyal of wizards joining it to fight against the Dark Lord. The Aurors have been authorized to use the Unforgivable Curses on Death Eaters (kill, coerce, and torture), and to arrest anyone who is suspected of being a Death Eater. Even as of 1975, plenty of innocent people have been thrown into Azkaban, slowly going mad with the constant prescence of the Dementors.
It's only been five years since Tom Riddle has named himself 'Lord Voldemort,' and the amount of people following him is vastly increasing (mostly out of fear). But will you join him, lay low in Hogwarts, or perhaps go about your business in fear that your co-worker might, in fact, be a Death Eater?
Muggle-Borns beware. Nowhere is safe.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,
You should've raised a baby girl,
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once.
You should've been,
I could have been a better son.
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