Post by Ivy_Wize on Apr 6, 2007 19:57:28 GMT -5
Aloha! I finally showed my horrible mutilation of the English language to someone, and she said she actually liked it. So, when you look around for someone to blame, it's kissofdeath.
Summary: Hopes, dreams, history, and family go up in flames. But love can be found in the ashes.
Rating: No idea whatsoever, so I'll put PG-13. If I'm wrong on that, sorry, let me know.
And so, without further ado, Part 1...
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The fire burns, manifesting itself in a way that hints at infinity, but relies instead on wood and oxygen. That's how wars are started - an idea seems so correct, so powerful, so awesome, that it can survive the test of everything, but when one of the fundamentals is taken away, chaos breaks out. Of course, in this case, letting the fire die would trap chaos. My own Pandora's box, but the opposite, as though outer virtue is replaced with crime, and I might accidentally let loose goodness into the world. I don't believe in this cause, but I must let evil reign. I care too much about truth to let people at it. I want peace so much that I cannot allow anyone else to have it. I'm the worst kind of criminal because I love what I do. The problem is that Hitler loves it, too.
“That’s the third arson this week! And it’s only Wednesday! Dumbledore, you have to have some idea of what these…Nazis, as they call themselves…are doing!” cried the Minister of Magic, as he read the Daily Prophet.
“Ian, please calm down. So, you sentence me to Azkaban, but then you ask my advice. Please clarify my political situation for me.” calmly stated Albus Dumbledore, who was in a much more confused state than his pride would let him admit to his closest confidante, let alone the monkey sitting before him.
“Dumbledore, you know we had no choice. You were leading a group the Ministry had no control over, which we have zero tolerance for in times of war. We didn’t know what your Order of the Chicken was getting up to without any - ”
“Phoenix.”
“I’m sorry, what is this, now?”
“You called my group the Order of the Chicken. It is, in fact, the Order of the Phoenix.”
“You mean, it was the Order of the Phoenix.”
“No, I assure you, just because I am gone does not mean all good is eradicated.”
“Look, why are you defending your groups name when I could sentence you to death for it?”
“Because some things are important, Ian. For instance, I find respect, honor, and freedom more important than life.”
“Ah, looking for martyrdom, eh, Dumbledore?”
“Most certainly not. So, am I here as a free man, or am I here as a prisoner?”
“Free man, as ever, Dumbledore. Now, this fire…”
He told me I’d done a good job. Most certainly not a good deed, but a good job. Now that there are two of them to report to, my spy work is so much more difficult. Both weak points can’t be used at the same time. But I will continue. I don’t want this war. I don’t want this job. And I don’t want this gruel, either, but it’s the best Grindelwald will give me, and I haven’t eaten for days. Oh, look, today it’s slightly green. Yum.
“The aurors think McGonagall did it.”
“And which McGonagall would your aurors be referring to?”
“Excuse me? I was not aware that there was more than one Gael among the ranks of these so-called crusaders.”
“Well, there are the brothers, Gawaine, Gaheris, Gareth, and Agravine, from oldest to youngest. Oh, and there’s the youngest, the sister, Minerva, but I highly doubt she’d burn down a synagogue.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s Jewish.”
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So, should I stop writing forever and go do my homework, or what?
Summary: Hopes, dreams, history, and family go up in flames. But love can be found in the ashes.
Rating: No idea whatsoever, so I'll put PG-13. If I'm wrong on that, sorry, let me know.
And so, without further ado, Part 1...
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The fire burns, manifesting itself in a way that hints at infinity, but relies instead on wood and oxygen. That's how wars are started - an idea seems so correct, so powerful, so awesome, that it can survive the test of everything, but when one of the fundamentals is taken away, chaos breaks out. Of course, in this case, letting the fire die would trap chaos. My own Pandora's box, but the opposite, as though outer virtue is replaced with crime, and I might accidentally let loose goodness into the world. I don't believe in this cause, but I must let evil reign. I care too much about truth to let people at it. I want peace so much that I cannot allow anyone else to have it. I'm the worst kind of criminal because I love what I do. The problem is that Hitler loves it, too.
“That’s the third arson this week! And it’s only Wednesday! Dumbledore, you have to have some idea of what these…Nazis, as they call themselves…are doing!” cried the Minister of Magic, as he read the Daily Prophet.
“Ian, please calm down. So, you sentence me to Azkaban, but then you ask my advice. Please clarify my political situation for me.” calmly stated Albus Dumbledore, who was in a much more confused state than his pride would let him admit to his closest confidante, let alone the monkey sitting before him.
“Dumbledore, you know we had no choice. You were leading a group the Ministry had no control over, which we have zero tolerance for in times of war. We didn’t know what your Order of the Chicken was getting up to without any - ”
“Phoenix.”
“I’m sorry, what is this, now?”
“You called my group the Order of the Chicken. It is, in fact, the Order of the Phoenix.”
“You mean, it was the Order of the Phoenix.”
“No, I assure you, just because I am gone does not mean all good is eradicated.”
“Look, why are you defending your groups name when I could sentence you to death for it?”
“Because some things are important, Ian. For instance, I find respect, honor, and freedom more important than life.”
“Ah, looking for martyrdom, eh, Dumbledore?”
“Most certainly not. So, am I here as a free man, or am I here as a prisoner?”
“Free man, as ever, Dumbledore. Now, this fire…”
He told me I’d done a good job. Most certainly not a good deed, but a good job. Now that there are two of them to report to, my spy work is so much more difficult. Both weak points can’t be used at the same time. But I will continue. I don’t want this war. I don’t want this job. And I don’t want this gruel, either, but it’s the best Grindelwald will give me, and I haven’t eaten for days. Oh, look, today it’s slightly green. Yum.
“The aurors think McGonagall did it.”
“And which McGonagall would your aurors be referring to?”
“Excuse me? I was not aware that there was more than one Gael among the ranks of these so-called crusaders.”
“Well, there are the brothers, Gawaine, Gaheris, Gareth, and Agravine, from oldest to youngest. Oh, and there’s the youngest, the sister, Minerva, but I highly doubt she’d burn down a synagogue.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s Jewish.”
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So, should I stop writing forever and go do my homework, or what?
I hope you continue this! I can't wait to see where it is going. I found it interesting that Min was Jewish. I hope there is more to come!
