It was something like what typical days had become at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Long gone were the days of Harry Potter; imagined, almost, it all seemed. The school that once played host to the brightest Wizarding minds of Britain had become far more selective in its admittance. With the times so too had changed laws, expectations, and the norms deemed acceptable by society. Wizarding Britain had returned to its more selective, elitist roots. Purebloods of high society ruled the day, under a new order: that of the New Knights of Walpurgis.
They had started out simply enough. A small group banded together, lamenting the fallen Death Eaters and philosophy of the first Dark Lord. They took the name of the original Death Eaters, their predecessors and inspiration. And it had grown. They had forged alliances, taken the highest government posts, controlled the courts, monitored the people, and deemed what was acceptable and good. Their ideology had grown and intertwined itself with the political and social realities of Wizarding Britain. There was a new Dark Lord now, and a new order, under the New Knights of Walpurgis.
But like this new dark force, so too came a new resistance. The Order of the Phoenix had risen from the ashes, and those who sought to set things right, to put into place a more just system, had come together for the cause.
Many paid with their lives. But the Order is still out there. Like the New Knights of Walpurgis, it lives on.
Attendance at Hogwarts has become limited to students descended from Wizarding, or partly-Wizarding families. The curriculum has taken a new turn, with a Wizarding-superior slant, and greater discipline and enforcement of rules. Gone are the days of "nitwit oddment blubber tweak!" The years since Professor Filius Flitwick had become Headmaster of Hogwarts School had been difficult and long, wrought with difficult times through and through.
The new school year had started just a week before, and some students were keeping up with journals that had long since become an established means of magical communication between them. But times had become darker in 2021.
The short headmaster cleared his somewhat squeaky voice, commanding the attention of those present as he rose behind the podium in front of the long faculty table in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He paused and glanced around at the curious faces, his short stature elevated by the steps behind the podium.
"Students," he started, "you will be pleased to know that this upcoming weekend will be a Hogsmeade weekend. Those of you who have turned in your permission forms will be able to visit the village, if you are Third Year or above. We will have security, as always, and we ask that you be careful," he finished, with a slight squeak.
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