the plot.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,font-family: georgia; color: #c0b0a1; font-size: 30pt; text-align: center;][style=font-size: 40pt; text-shadow: black 2px 2px 2px;]the plot. [/style] [style=text-align: right; font-family: courier new; color: #2f2c2c; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 12pt;]y o u n g b l o o d. The Unspeakable examined the hourglass carefully, prodding it with his wand ever so slowly. It developed a small silver aura, which seemed to please the pock-marked man. Another prod increased the glow. The filigree on the glass began to burn red-hot and as the Unspeakble pressed the thumb of his dragonhide gloves to the intricate design, the material turned to ash before his eyes. He hissed in pain and watched as the timepiece shattered. Many, many miles away from the Ministry of Magic Mediwitch Treamor (whose fingers were quite a bit steadier than her name suggested) reported Alice Longbottom missing. Wives awoke to missing husbands and children cried for missing mothers. Owls went unanswered and worried friends knocked at front doors. It would be several days before someone noticed the shift in soil above Lily Potter’s grave. The Ministry of Magic may not be known for their open mindedness or their willingness to accept change, but they are prompt when matters arise from their own departments. While receiving reports that several high-level prisoners were currently missing began to start a fire amongst the Aurors, what –or who- emerged from the Ninth level of the Ministry caused an eerie standstill amongst the early morning coffee-drinkers waiting for the lift. Of course, there was no explanation. Unspeakbles took their vow of secrecy as seriously as wedding vows (it was even rumored that they swore an unbreakable vow upon entering service to their particular subject). All that was known was that this particular Unspeakable was particularly known for his facial deformities and his specialty lay in time. The only indisputable fact that could be found was that people were milling around the atrium that did not belong there and that they were certainly the wrong age. A young, flushed looking Lily Potter conversed with an overly animated Gilderoy Lockhart. Molly Weasley watched the crowd and shared frantic, high-pitched whispers with Alice Longbottom. Bellatrix Lestrange had seemingly regained the beauty Azkaban had taken from her and was currently trying to get her cousin to stand still (after all, this certainly seemed like the sort of thing Sirius Black would manage to get into). Age-regeneration potions? Mirages? Miracles? Inferi? Zombies?. What theory worked for one person could not even begin to explain the next. Several ministry officials that walked away from that scene began to doubt Cornelius Fudge’s adamant testimony against the Potter boy; after all, who else could do this and why would they do it? The Minister of Magic was very careful to place only those still loyal to him in charge of these…whatever they were. It was imperative that knowledge of these anomalies was to never reach the public and further incite false panic. But as people began to claim that the ministry was doing nothing to find missing loved ones (Lucius Malfoy personally threatened to withdraw any and all of his financial support) the answer became unsettlingly clear: education and assimilation. These nearly two dozen witches and wizards, who were often more than in the wrong time, would receive a ministry-approved history and social lesson and released into the care of approved custodians. Perhaps some would even become pawns and work to convince their families that the Wizarding world was under no threat. [/style][/style]

CODING BASE BY MONSTER & CHEESECAKE at CAUTION 2.0