Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

26.

The first task of the Triwizard Tournament grew closer. The apprehension spread across the school like an excitable epidemic. More and more people began wearing shirts with the faces of who they were supporting. A large number of the school, not surprising, wore Cedric's dashing face.

Hardly anyone supported Harry Potter. Amara had seen him, humiliated-looking, on the grounds. Ron Weasley still had not spoken to him. George told her about this, saying that his brother was a  'jealous git'.

Amara's workload had been cut short by the first task. All her essays were due the next week. It was an allowance issued by the teachers who were busy with the tournament. Delighted by this convenience, she had taken the liberty of reading through the book Fred had given her.

She had finished it in three days due to its short length. Although its size did not boast, its content surely did. The book had an in-depth perception on the Pureblood Supremacist Movement from two centuries ago. History of Magic had not taught her about this.

She deduced they did not like speaking about such dark times. When skin darker than moonlight had been punished. People like her had been forced to bow down to people who did not offer deserved respect. The same with those with muggle origins or a muggle parent. Strangely, the descendants of the people who caused it were too ashamed to recite such a tale.

But, every story had something to teach the future generations.

Graham Grindelwald and his pureblood cronies followed him into a conquest of those with only one wizard parent or no wizard parents at all. They did terrible things. Such as burning people in their houses. Using dark magic to steal things. Their actions, described ever so vividly, made her sick. Especially, since it also mentioned the persecution of dark-skinned people. Like her.

Moreover, it mentioned they did something awful. The book failed to specify. Just said that the causes were unknown. People did not know how Graham did it. All they knew was it had dire consequences.

"Amara? It's time to go to bed," Rose called from her bed.

Amara nodded, sliding under her duvet. She closed her notebook and replaced the top of her ink bottle. She slipped on her eye mask. She had bought it due to the unsavory experience of the sun hitting her eyes whilst she slept on mornings.

"Good night!" Rose wished.

"Good night."

"Good night."

"Good night," mumbled Amara.

When sleep discovered her idle form, its fingers locked around her throat. Darkness swam into her vision. Her body lost its control, lying unmoving. Fog filled her mouth, not enabling her to speak. It felt like it was paralyzing her limbs to stay still.

An image of a boy with pale skin came into view. He sat on the grass, his light blonde hair a contrast to the green fields around him. His blue eyes surveyed the children playing. He was fourteen and useless. Like his father had told his mother many times.

Sounds of his mother and father arguing from inside his house ruined the tranquility of the moment. His father threatened to leave if his mother wouldn't let him get rid of their child. Their only child. His mother screamed back she would make him better and possess the magic of a hundred wizards. 

"Bye Matilda," muttered the father.

The father slammed the door, stopping to see his disgraceful son for the last time. His son turned to see his father's eyes glinting malevolently. The boy looked away, afraid of being cursed to dance until his feet bled.

A blue jet of light came from inside the house. It hit his father—no—penetrated his body. The man fell to his knees, gasping. Red sparks left his mouth, floating into the house. Once the red sparks stopped coming, the man landed on his face. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.