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CANT TAKE THE KID FROM THE FIGHT

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

“ I understand what you’re trying to tell me, it’s just that everyone seems to have the idea that nobody like him will be able to do more than he accomplished. He was defeated. What makes you think that we can mirror his accomplishments and escalade them to a whole new level without suffering the same fate?”

A short, bulky man, who appeared in his late-thirties, cast his gaze outside the window, trying hard to concentrate on the birds just outside, fluttering and chirping, without a single care in the world. If you were to sit next to him and examine him thoroughly, you wouldn’t expect these words to come from his mouth, for he more or less was the spitting image of a hairless gorilla. Nevertheless, his mousey voice echoed off the walls of the room and faded with time. His hair, which he seemed to take no notice of, concealed most of his face, casting a shadow over even his most prominent features. The one he was speaking to was sitting in a most comfortable-looking armchair on the other side of the room, leaning on a desk, drumming his pallid fingers rhythmically in hopes of taming his rage.

“The Ministry has foolishly dropped their defenses since the past twenty years., Goyle” he snarled in retaliation, as if he couldn’t imagine his acquaintance thinking anything otherwise, “ever since he was finished off, everyone rejoiced the idea of never seeing such a threat again. It’s already sunken deep into their minds that they’re all safe now that he’s gone. We’ve given it more than enough time, and I’m sick and tired of waiting for the opportune moment, because it’s finally here.”

He stood, towering to a height of 6’2’’, and strode briskly across the room towards a bookshelf, running his fingers along the many spines that adorned it before selecting a rather old hard-covered book, one that almost resembled a diary. The other man, now glancing almost fear-stricken, went to stand closer to him.

“B-but-where’d you get that?”

“My father gave it to me the night he was killed. Seemed to think I deserved it,” he flashed that infamous sneer, “since I’d be following in his footsteps.”

Malfoy gazed over at a rather large framed photograph towards the other end of the room, and smirked at his father. He then proceeded to snap the book shut and put it back in his place.

“We start tonight. And the first part of the plan has your name on it, Goyle.”

Greg gulped, feebly attempting to keep his stomach from churning at the mere thought of what he was about to be assigned. Draco glanced over at his desk again, the desk his father once owned, the desk where- so many times, the dark lord had sat, contemplating his fate. Sitting atop the desk was the Daily Prophet, which he snatched up and turned to the cover story. Flipping the paper over, he pointed to the largest picture on the page, of an ancient-looking man, clutching his hat and waving to a crowd of interviewers.

“Him. I want him.”

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

The Daily Prophet
July 28th, 2017
Minister Disappears before Meeting with Muggle Prime Minister
“Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic for the past 21 straight years, has been officially reported missing as of early this morning. The last place he was spotted was in his office in the Ministry earlier that day, preparing for an urgent meeting with the Muggle Prime minister for 7 o’clock that evening. His secretary, who’s name she requested stay a mystery, spoke about the issue:

“I spoke to him at around 2 o’clock yesterday,” she said, “He seemed fine, almost excited about speaking to the Muggle prime minister. He asked me to come and remind him of his meeting at around 6:30, and when I came in, he was nowhere to be found. I just supposed he had left a bit early and locked up his office for him as he asked.”

When questioned about the reasoning of his ‘urgent meeting’, she said: “That is the question. Shacklebolt never speaks of the reasons of his meetings, not even with me.’ With that being said, she admitted that she had loads to take care of, apologized, and walked back to her office, taking note to lock the door and close the blinds behind her…

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

“You have two options at this point. You can go back to the ministry, and follow our orders. We’ll have your family killed before you can say ‘oops’ if you don’t listen. They’re all being tracked.”
“You-”
“Shut up. Or you can simply hand the ministry over to us to take care of.”
“I can’t do either of those things. What are your intentions?”
“Our intentions, Minister are none of your business. You should be thankful we’re giving you a choice in the matter. Typically, I’d just kill you and move on with things.”
“You can’t do that! And of course it’s my business, I’m the-”
“Enough. Choose or I’ll choose for you.”
‘No-wait.”
“Very well.Avada Kedavera

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The Daily Prophet-
August 1st, 2017
MINISTER OF MAGIC FOUND IN HOME: FATAL CONCLUSION
The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, dedicated order member and minister for past 21 years, was found today in his quiet home in London, dead. Reports claim he was found on his kitchen, the only signs of a struggle being rope burns on his wrists and ankles. Head healer at St.Mungo’s hospital claim that he had been dead for only an hour or so before being discovered. When we questioned neighbors about anything odd going on [for most of them were muggles], here are the almost comical responses we got:

” I ’eard a rather loud banging noise an’ the sound of a man shouting a few ‘puses down, so I called the police. But when they came to investigate, he couldn’t even get the door open! As a matter of fact, I think the poor guy left the scene with a couple o’ boils all over his face. Wonder ‘ow that’d ‘appen?”- Larry Mcfrair
“I thought I heard the people inside talkin’ about the minister, but it couldn’t have been him in there, I was just watching a rather peachy live interview with him for the news about those nice little cottages they’re going to be adding down the street, you see ‘em over there, just down that way a bit..”-Catherine Bethanne [nextdoor neighbor]

With a curt nod to Goyle, Draco crumpled the paper in his hands and tossed it into the fireplace.
“Perfect”

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Twenty one years. It’s been twenty one years since the end of the second war, since the downfall of you-know-who and the beginning of a period of peace and serenity in the Wizarding world. The Ministry has turned over, “for the greater good”. But how long did everyone really expect it to last? How long did they think it would be, before someone else, cunning and ruthless and dangerous, spread havoc and mayhem? According to fate, twenty one years. Although this time, it’s different. Way different.

TAKE THE FIGHT FROM THE KID

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Just so you know
+This forum takes place 21 years after the end of the series, and canons are based on the children of the students in the books, such as Teddy Lupin and Albus Potter., but you can also roleplay the adults, like Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
+ We are only accepting canons [both student and adult] until most of them are gone, then we’ll be taking originals.
+I’m looking for some staff members/moderators to assist me in running the forum.
+We’re pretty much rated pg//pg-13 unless a thread says otherwise.



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