#firstyears

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I just realized...the Slytherins were locked in the dungeons before they evacuated the first years.

Imagine this

Your a half-blood, but you were raised in the muggle world because your mother was never around. Your older sister went away when she was eleven, but she comes back every summer. She practically raised you. Now she is 18, and you haven't heard from her all summer. You get a letter. Hogwarts. Was this the school your sister disappeared to? You are so excited, because based on what you’ve heard Hogwarts is like heaven. You go shopping in diagon alley, but when you arrive everything is dark. the shops are closed, windows are broken, people avoid everyone. You see a joke shop. You enter, and a older boy with black hair bumps into you. You ask him where you can buy the things on your list, and he stares at you sadly. He pulls two others aside. He goes into the back and comes back with a cauldron, and some worn-out robes. He explains they are old robes from a shop down the road. He takes you down to a shop called Olivanders. You have to step through a broken window to get in. Boxes are scattered everywhere. He opens one. He tells you to try it, and a vase breaks. He smiles sadly. This continues until you find one that works. He hands you a few gold coins and then tells you to not tell anyone that it was him who helped you.

You arrive at Hogwarts. Its dark, cold, and everyone is marching in lines. You notice some kids don't have robes, and everyone looks scared. You enter the great hall. Its silent. There are no lanterns lit, and there is a hat on the stool. The hat does not sing as someone said it would. Instead it sadly sits. You sit down on the stool and the hat sits on your head. The hat tells you it’s sorry, and to not let what will happen get to you. He tells you to stay strong. He then whispers in your mind, something about he knows you met the raven haired boy. He said the Raven haired boy will save the school soon, but not to tell anyone. the hat calls out slytherin. There is no clapping. No cheers. Empty, dead silence greets you as you listen to your shoes on the stone floor. You look at your classmates gaunt faces. One leans over and tries to whisper something of congrats, but is caught, and now they have a gash across their face. You gulp in fear. Could this really be the school your sister spoke so highly of?

Months pass. Everyone gets more and more depressed. Your scared. Apparently the evil people are taking over the school...then you realize you are in slytherin. You are one of those evil people, or that's what the other houses say. You stay up late, listening to the nightmares of your housemates. One girls parents are under something called an imperious curse. A boys father was killed for refusing to do something. A girl your age says that she is muggle born, and that if anyone knew she would be killed. Another boy has nightmares every night, screaming something about not wanting to kill his little sister. Countless students have panic attacks and nightmares, some get owls saying their parents and family has joined, or been killed. Some classmates disappear. One day you realize the muggleborn girl doesn't come to class anymore. Maybe she went home, but you know its not true. The older classmen tell stories, whispers and rumors of days at Hogwarts before. The golden days, the days before the death eaters and the carrows. the carrows. you shudder. the carrows like to hurt people. You have scars on your back to prove it. you cry at night, just wanting to go home. Magic doesn't seem very fun anymore.

You are standing in the great hall, and suddenly the boy with raven hair steps out. He looks tired, you want to run to him but you know moving would result in punishment. He gets rid of the scary carrows and the headmaster. Everyone cheers, and you smile for the first time in ages. Suddenly there is a voice, and you scream in terror. The voice tells you to give up Harry Potter. you suddenly realize who the raven haired boy is, and you know that the rumors are true. You think of back to what the sorting hat said, and you smile sadly. An older girl, one who you know just lost both of her little brothers and parents cries out to grab him. you feel sorry for her. you catch Harry's eye, he gives you a weak smile. That one smile surges a confidence within you, but quickly diminished when you are being dragged to the dungeons. you cry.

there are loud bangs and booms and screams from the floors above, and you know the war has started. you realize filch forgot to take the wands away, and suddenly the door is blast open. some students usher the younger kids to safe spot, and a few older kids stay to protect them. you sneak out of the crowd. you need to find a teacher. you walk upstairs and you freeze. the school is destroyed. spells are everywhere. magical beasts are on the loose. you duck to avoid being trampled by a giant. then you notice the bodies. they are everywhere. you scream, but no sound comes out. someone grabs you by the pigtails, and you turn to see a scary cloaked man in a mask. suddenly the man is dead. another masked figure was behind him, this one a woman. you look at her, scared. you know your going to die. she takes off her mask. its your mother. you cry out in joy and fear. you mother was one of them? she smiles weakly at you. she whispers that she loves you and that she had no choice, there is a greenlight, and your mothers body crumples to the floor. you start crying. a woman with crazy black hair yells something about a traitor. you stare at your mothers lifeless body. a girl with red hair appears, and she steps in between you and the crazy woman. they start dueling, and another red haired woman shows up. she kills the crazy woman. the girl with red hair pulls you up and leads you away. you tell her to not leave your mother. she looks shocked, then sad. almost like she hadn't realized there were people behind the masks.

the voice starts again. the scary one. you all run out to the courtyard. there is a scary man with red eyes, and behind him are the people in the masks. you recognize a few. that's your cousins long curly hair. those are the shoes your uncle always wears. that's your favorite aunts beaded bracelet that you made for her a few Christmases ago. only your aunt and cousin aren’t standing up, they are lying on the ground, blank eyes and sad faces. you tell yourself that they are just sleeping, but when you see your uncles sad face you know that's not true. no more funny stories from your aunt. no more ‘magic tricks’ from your cousin. no more Christmases. you see the raven haired boy, harry, lying dead in hagrids arms. people cry out. you are shocked. Suddenly he jumps up. he tries to kill the snake. it deflects and ricochets, hitting your uncle. he falls to the ground near your aunt. the battle resumes.

you watch from your hideout as he defeats the evil wizard. we won you tell yourself. you look at all the bodies, and hope its just a nightmare and you will wake up back in your bed in London, never knowing about magic. you take a step forward and hear a crunch. you look down to see a locket. a broken locket, with a picture inside. you know what it is, you know what it means, you don't want to believe it. You stare at your sisters locket, and the picture of the four of you as a family. your sister would never loose it and you know that. your eyes wander, slowly looking up. a few feet away there lies a once beautiful girl, but something's not right. she looks cold. you run over to your sister, collapsing to your knees. you tell her to wake up, the war is over, and you can go home to papa. you tell her that you have so much to tell her. you tell her that you met harry potter, and that dad wants to try to work it out with mom. you tell her that you found her locket, and you place it in her hands. her hands are freezing, and you notice a snake thing on her arm. you know what's happened, you know she wont wake up. neither will your mom, or cousin, or aunt, or uncle. but you keep talking. you tell her everything. about the cute boy you met over the summer, about your pet toad you named doat cause that's toad backwards. you keep rambling for hours, tears streaming down your face. you keep telling her things, pointless things, just trying to make up for lost time. someone comes over to you. you realize its night, and that you have been talking for hours. but its still not enough time. they call someone else over. they comfort you as the other person picks up your sister and carries her towards the great hall. the locket falls from her hands and that's when you break. you cry, you scream, you beat the ground and have to be restrained by some of your classmates. magic did this you think. this would have never happened if this stupid school wouldn't have taken everything. magic did this. magic ruined your life. you notice your wand on the ground. you take it and break it in half. your love for magic died with your family.

THINK

that was one story

think of how many countless students had to go through that.

especially the slytherins.

watching their friends, their school family, fire curses at their blood family.

think of the first years, who hated magic after that.

the second years, too young to fight but not young enough to leave.

everyone.

losing their friends

losing their family

loosing the ones they love

all because of a man

an immortal turned mortal

a mortal man who knew no love

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