Focused

Chapter 6 - The Muggle-born Liberation Front

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Harry Potter: Focused – Chapter 6 – The Muggle-born Liberation Front

It was just after sunset when a nondescript blue van parked in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. In fact, every muggle believed that there was nothing around where the car parked for twenty miles in every direction. However, the muggles were partly mistaken, because one mile south of that location was a fence that held a large number of first-generation magical people, referred to by the guards as mudbloods.

The driver-side door opened and Remus Lupin stepped outside. Harry had purchased it for this mission, figuring that it may come in handy later as well. The other three doors opened, and soon Harry, Hermione and Ron were standing with the driver. "Let's put on our cloaks and start walking. It's one mile this way." He then disillusioned the car.

"A mile!" complained Ron. "Couldn't you have parked closer?"

"Obviously," replied Hermione, "Remus wanted to make sure we weren't detected."

"Can we at least use our brooms?" asked Harry hopefully, referring to the fact that each of them had a shrunken Firebolt in one of their pockets. Harry had gotten Remus the same supplies they had.

"I'm afraid not," replied Moony. "Believe me, as the oldest by a large margin I'd rather fly, too, but we just can't risk it."

"Those brooms are for emergency escapes, not to avoid walking," added Granger.

"Fine," responded Ron, and soon they had each put on an invisibility cloak and began the hike.

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"Hurry up, you filthy mudblood!" shouted a Death Eater Harry recognized as Marcus Flint, pushing a woman the Boy-Who-Lived thought looked familiar, but couldn't name.

"That's Penelope Clearwater," whispered Hermione.

"The Head Girl from the year I taught."

"Percy's old girlfriend," added Ron.

"She was petrified with Hermione," hissed Harry, now remembering the woman in question.

"S-sorry," she replied to her tormentor.

"Sorry's not good enough, mudblood!" he spat, kicking her so she fell, face first in the dirt. Without a word, she got up and walked as fast as she could toward a field that was obviously being prepared for farming. There were several other slaves there crawling on all fours, apparently plowing the ground without tools, using their hands.

Harry reached for his wand until he felt a hand on his. "Getting killed today won't help any of them," whispered Remus. "We've got to get the lay of the land so we can plan their rescue, then we can give those monsters what they deserve."

"He's right, Ron," added Hermione, whose hand was stopping Ron from attacking. For about an hour, they slowly walked around the camp while Hermione was writing everything they observed down. Harry's fists were clenched the whole time as he saw the way those creatures who called themselves guards treated their victims. Eventually, they walked back silently vowing to end this death camp.

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"I can't believe it!" replied a crying Marissa Granger. "It's just like the holocaust, all over again." After taking a deep breath, she looked at Remus. "And they call you a monster!"

"I'm just glad you kept your heads and didn't attack them right there," added Adam.

"I was going to," admitted Harry.