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Post by a zoe on Jul 25, 2010 7:39:34 GMT -5
The sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance and Merope was outside in the road the next second, a glass of water held tightly in her trembling hand. As the horse came nearer, the rider could be seen, a beautiful man with a head full of dark hair and looks that could bring anyone to their knees. Hence why Merope was so infatuated with him and why she was standing in the middle of this road on such a stifling day. The horse stopped and the man bent down to receive the glass of water from the woman standing there with a look of pure terror on her face. Next moment, the woman was gone, running down the path of cowardice. All that remained of her presence on the side of the road was a shattered glass and a patch of moist dirt. When she met her end, she died alone and without a child.
Those that would have died at the hands of Voldemort, didn't. They went on to marry those they loved and have children who then grew up and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Those wizards that would have become the Death Eaters couldn't without a dark leader to follow, and so remained average working civilians. The few braver ones still voiced their views about muggle borns out loud but were soon silenced by the rest of the population.
So life went on, and people stayed blissfully unaware of the anger that was brewing. For little did they know, that no Voldemort means no murder for Tom Riddle and no prison sentence for Merope's brother Morphin. But no one feels he is a problem, especially as they have absolutely no idea where he is. Long periods of peace can tend to make people forget about what should not be forgotten. They happily mill about, repeating their day-to-day routine, sitting around, drinking tea and twiddling their thumbs. And while doing so, they overlook facts that could turn hazardous one day soon. Morphin's son, who grew up in an orphanage, is now out of Hogwarts... and he's looking to start an uprising with the help of his peers.
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Isn't it funny how much power resides in a love potion, disguised as a simple glass of water?
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