B.Q. Book Two: Black Princess Ascendant

Chapter 27: Declaration of War

The reason the "Dark creatures" are willing to side with Voldemort against the Ministry is twofold.

First, Voldemort never struck me as a true supporter of blood purity;

it's kind of hard to do that when you're in the group that gets discriminated against.

He's a megalomaniacal psychopath,

and the reason he filled his ranks with bigoted Purebloods is because they have the best access to the resources he needs for his war.

If the Dark creatures side with him, he will fulfill his side of the bargain, especially if he foresees needing them in the future.

Second and more immediately relevant, bigots as extreme as Umbridge are rare.

For most of the Purebloods invested in the Cause, they would be perfectly content to ignore non-humans entirely.

For the creatures, being left on their own to do what they want

(provided they don't bring the Purebloods' attention down on themselves)

is better than being monitored and restricted by the currently mixed Ministry;

this is especially true for werewolves, vampires, harpies, and lamia (as well as Veela, incidentally),

all of whom require humans –

preferably 'helpless Muggles', who are currently another protected group that the Purebloods couldn't care less about –

for either reproduction or feeding.

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I had entirely too much fun writing this chapter, and all three scenes to boot.

And rejoice!

For this has the event you guys have all been begging/pleading/threatening me for.

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Disclaimer: Did Harry ever consider that Luna might have been hurt by his hasty jump out from under the mistletoe? If not, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise; it belongs to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Press, Warner Bros., and whomever else she sold the rights to.

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Was it wrong, Voldemort facetiously wondered to himself, that the faces of the eight Hit Wizards, ashen and drawn in their overriding terror, brought such a wide smile to his lips?

"W-W-Who are you?" the leader of the squad demanded, dusky hands shivering uncontrollably as he aimed his wand. Beside him, the other Hit Wizards, fighters purported to be trained for heavy combat, struggled to do likewise. "W-Who are you r-really?!"