Worthy Of Magic

Part 20 - Rebellion

Twenty ninth September, nineteen ninety-three - Caracus District; Town of Knockturn.

It was a meeting held in one of the forgotten districts of Knockturn Town. A determined aura filled a hall of people. A stark contrast to the gloomy cloud that hung in an active courtyard of crooked brick houses.

Most of the homes houses muggleborn witches and wizards. Those maligned and cast away. Those without the talent and intelligence to make it up the ladder of success. Victims of pureblood supremacy.

They were looked down upon by half-blood criminals who populated the rest of the districts that stretched towards Knockturn Alley.

"No more," said a man with harsh lines etched in his face. He had hard brown eyes and dirty dark hair.

"No more," voices whispered back in union. Many of them were clutching their wands as they sat on the floor of a house whose ground floor partition walls were broken to create their meeting room.

Only the narrow stairway was left standing and midway on it, sat the leader of the rebellion. Wearing grey robes and his hood partly covering his face.

Silence descended. They were waiting for someone.

Some minutes later the door creaked open, letting a bit of the evening sun warm the room before it was shut.

A lady had entered. One look was all it took to know she didn't belong. The name of this lady was Emmeline Vance. She was wearing polished black heels almost hidden by her long emerald green cloak which was wrinkle green and snug. Her face was completely hidden by her hood.

"Do you have it?" asked the leader. His voice held hope.

"Nice to see you to Ted."

Ted glared. He was in no mood for games. "Well?"

"I got it."

The room exclaimed in joy and relief.

Vance pulled out a folder from within her robes and tossed it at Ted who snatched it out of the air.

He took a peek inside the folder and smiled. Vance had come through for them.

"We attack on Halloween," Ted said. His voice trembling with excitement. "Spread the word!"

Dozens of men and women left the meeting room in a hurry. A sense of approaching change pierced the gloomy district of muggleborns and squibs. People who were considered lower than trash in the eyes of their peers and government.

They had allowed their misery to fester. They worked in the most demeaning conditions and scrapped from the garage bins of those considered their superior in blood. They had accepted their life as a natural order of selection until the heard it. A muggleborn had suicide bombed Malfoy Manor as an act of revenge.

It shocked them and introduced a new emotion in their lives. A desire to fight back. A way to honour their brethren who sacrificed his life for them. The women said it was not a him but a her. They bantered only a woman would have the balls to do something like suicide bombing the home of the most powerful man in the Britain.

The men laughed in response to that. The light hearted argument had led to a few of them getting inspired to repeat the feat. The inspiration led to a desire for rights. They remembered their muggle lives as children. They remembered their desperate desire to be a part of the magical world and their horror at where they had ended up. None of them had to will to even return to the muggle world.

Their hearts ached and anger grew until a group of children were attacked. The anger transcended into righteous anger. Minister Fudge's transparent political move to make a relationship office for them only poured fuel on their burning wounds.