THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹FORTY NINE✹

CURRENTLY CRYING...FUCK I AM SO SORRY

TW: WAR REFERENCES, CHARACTER DEATH

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✹ Whatever this was, 

it was not fair. 

Not fair at all. 

And nobody deserved to go 

through it.✹

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Days passed, seasons changed and it wasn't until the start of June that anything really happened. If I could write pages of happiness, I would, but that is sadly not as easy as it may seem. For happiness was hard to come by when the fear and shock of war seeped through each open window and every small crevice.

Regulus was set to turn 16 on the 25th, only a couple of weeks away, yet nothing good came from such a day. There could be no party, it would be extremely idiotic to trust such a large group of people at this time. Keep friends close, trust no one else unless with good reason.

Everyone had known it was coming, but it had arrived so fast. There was only a certain amount of pages in the Daily Prophet and each was covered in attacks, killings and interviews from the few survivors. You'd think that the Ministry would want to attempt to cover up such cases, but no, they were doing no such thing, the complete opposite, in fact.

Regulus was okay, he had expected it, just not the 2nd of June. No one had expected the 2nd of June.

Saturday, June 2nd 1977: Paris Fire
Last night at exactly 7:48 pm, a fire broke loose in a Muggle corner shop directly beside the famous Eiffel Tower. It spread from that exact shop, all the way to a restaurant about two miles north, where Muggles managed to tame it, putting out the flames.

This fire is believed to have been caused by You-Know-Who's followers, Deatheaters. Nobody was caught but witnesses have claimed to have seen large, black balls of smoke passing through the air and two masked men standing outside the store.

All damage has been recovered and every none-magic witness has no memory of the event.

Three Wizarding Deaths

(One Pureblood and two Muggleborn).

Zero Muggle Deaths

We send our up-most solemn apologies to all who are at loss. We shall find out who has done this, and they will be punished.

The Daily Prophet.

"Thank goodness it was only in Paris, nowhere near us." Humphrey gave a relieved sigh, falling back into his chair, but not Reg and Bailey. They both stared at the paper with wide eyes and shaking hands. "What?"

Bailey would not talk, and so Regulus took the task of speech, "We got Erin a trip to Paris for her Christmas present. She told us she was going to visit the Eiffel Tower on the 2nd of June." Humphrey froze.