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Resistance Radio TranscriptRemus: Good afternoon, everyone -- you're listening to Resistance Radio, the only show on the WWN guaranteed to bring you the truth. You may notice that your usual host, the Crow, is not speaking with us this afternoon. Unfortunately, she will not be with us anymore -- on June 30th, she was taken from her home and murdered by Rodolphus Lestrange. The Crow was Marlene Lupin (previously McKinnon), and it was Rodolphus Lestrange who murdered the rest of her immediate family as well. This is what the self-named 'upstanding citizens' of our society do behind closed doors. We have many returning speakers here with us today, as well as several new guests, so let's take a moment for everyone to introduce themselves before we begin. Some of us will not be using codenames today, including myself: I am your new host, formerly known as Raven -- and my real name is Remus Lupin. Alice: Hello, to the Resistance and everyone else listening out there. I'm new to Resistance Radio, and my name is Alice Longbottom, but for the purposes of this programme, you can call me Stork. Rufus: Evening to everyone still hoping for a free England. This is Rufus Scrimgeour, previously of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and I'll be going by Eagle. Jo: Kisses to all connected to us between these wires and waves. Jo Savage here, previous Department of Magical Law Enforcement. You can refer to me as Wren for the time being. Mary Hi everyone. I'm former professional dueler, Mary MacDonald, and I'm really glad to be a part of this broadcast. I'll be going by Penguin (or Mary, I don't care!) for the program. Doris: Hi, hi, hi! For all intents an' purpose call me Woodpecker [giggles]. I'm keeping a low profile for the day. Sirius: Afternoon, everyone! Returning here is Robin, but as we're getting, heh, serious here, there's no need to hide behind that name anymore. Sirius Black, reporting! Carlotta: Greetings everyone, my name is Carlotta Pinkstone. Formerly a freelance Journalist for the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler, but for the purposes of this broadcast, I'll be going by Oriole. Kingsley: Afternoon, you lot. Kingfisher here again, or, as I said last time, Kingsley Shacklebolt of the real Department of Magical Law Enforcement, not the phoney one in the Ministry these days. Hestia: I suppose if we shan't be hiding anymore, I'll let you know that I'm Hestia Jones, but most of you likely know me as Sparrow. I'm a certified Healer, formerly employed by St. Mungo's, that is until the Death Eaters took over and made everything unsafe, and I'm glad to be here telling all of you the Truth. Remus: Thank you, everyone. We have a lot to talk about today, so let's get started. I believe all of us here today have had experiences in dealing with Death Eaters in the past -- and still are to this day -- but how many of these Death Eaters have paid for their crimes? Time and time again, they have murdered our friends and our family, tortured people we care about, threatened lives and carried out violent attacks on public places like Quidditch stadiums, Diagon Alley, and even Hogwarts, and for as long as we stay silent, they never will pay for their crimes. We cannot afford to let this continue any longer. Mr Scrimgeour, if you'd like to start by telling us about a few of your experiences? Rufus: Thanks Raven. Tonight I'm going to talk about death eaters and the ministry, as it seems that we've been deluged with nothing but misinformation since the night of the takeover. On 2 January of this year, ministry hours to the public were very nearly over, which meant the majority of the DMLE was still present, as well as a scattering of employees from other departments. Death eaters entered through the atrium, killing everyone present. They then moved into the Department of Mysteries, where they killed Dorcas Meadowes, one of the only people who stayed to try and fight back. Kingsley: Brilliant woman too, Dorcas. So spirited and passionate. Rufus: Through each floor, then, they ascended, killing any who fought them. When they reached the DMLE floor, we fought, hard, and succeeded in neutralising a few of them, but in the end we were outnumbered to the point of having to leave. The head of our department was murdered. We had to regroup. Our intention was to form another attack, but by the time we were able, the Minister's office had been taken over and lies about a coup had been sent to the public. Apparition and floos were impossible. We couldn't regain the ministry. I ask you to sit back and question your ministry. Why would aurors and the rightful Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold, form a coup against themselves? Why does no one talk about death eaters any longer? Where do these foreign terrorists come from? Why have they made no statements to the public? You are being fed lies on the hopes that you will sit back and take it. You shouldn't. Fight this illegally seized government. Fight Nott. Fight for your freedom. It is the only way you will be able to save yourselves from a lifetime of oppression and hatred. Mary: Just to say something on the supposed coup, Eagle. My brother was a Hitwizard. True to the Ministry through and through. While we never got on as well as I have with some of my other siblings, he was still good to his family. True to his family. And then there was this "coup". We didn't hear from my brother for days. We thought he was dead. Dead. And then we got contact. He couldn't talk about it, or they would kill him and the family. Why, if there was a failed coup, would he not be allowed to talk about it? It doesn't make any sense. Course, then my brother was setup for wanting to kill the Minister, which I feel like was Demetrius Mulciber's way of trying to smoke me out. Didn't work, that's for sure - but now my brother's dead for nothing else than being related to me - and trying to remain true to the Ministry. Jo: I think first off, it's important for me to talk about my weird relationship with Rodolphus Lestrange ... and I know what you're thinking so I'll just tell you now that it wasn't like that. Except, kind of, when it was. My husband says I have - or have had - Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe I did. But now, I see Rodolphus Lestrange for what he is: a child-killing Purist who will stop at nothing to see the Dark Lord rise to power, gorged by the blood of innocent people. I have been repeatedly tortured, left for dead and otherwise maligned by this man. The first time he tortured me is because I insulted his shit little son whose name is Marius Lestrange. We went to school together and he was as big a prick in France as he is in England. He assaulted me in a Muggle park and drug me back to this underground dungeon. I only got away because I stabbed him with his own knife. But why bother with the cub when you can bag a wolf? He also had this thing that could by-pass wards at one point, made with Muggle technology. I was able to broker a trade. This is, perhaps, the only good thing that has ever been wrought out of my experience with him. The last time he tortured me, he brought me within an inch of death and then did something worse: he sent me to the Rehabilitation Centre. But I'm putting the cart before the horse. He thinks I am his pet or something, I don't know. But I will stand here and openly identify him as a Death Eater. I have been to places in his house that no-one should be in. He finds me worthless because I am a Muggleborn and a woman. Rufus - Eagle - discussed the Ministry take-over in detail so all that I will say is that I was there. I can coroborate his story. The legitimate government in England was overthrown by a bunch of reactionary, overgrown baby twats who cannot stand it when their playpen gets a little crowded. Getting onto the Rehabilitation Centre, if any of you are on the journals, you know what they did to me. I was deprived of my family and my friends, all my senses, and then the will of Gaius Travers (brain butcher) was impressed upon me. He wanted me to believe that the people I love didn't love me because they fought, that fighting was wrong, that his people were right and would lay down their own weapons if we would only lay down ours ... What fucking lies. Before I left, I was taken into another dungeon. An unforgivable curse was repeatedly used on me and my wrists were broken. Then, the people that I loved saved me. And what I would say to you is this: Don't listen to anyone else but your own heart. Trust your friends, don't trust your goverment. And if you ever want help, we will be no more than half a beat away. My friends - my family - we are the true beating heart of Britain. We will not let her down. Join us, fight with us. Take back Britain! Mary: My experiences with the Dark Arts and the Death Eaters started a lot younger than it probably should have. For those of you at Hogwarts during my years, you probably remember it. When I was just a 5th year, Demetrius Mulciber cast an Entrail Expelling Curse on me. Luckily he was young, otherwise I wouldn't be here today, and I wouldn't have had the years of experience with him and other Death Eaters since then. It's no secret that my family are halfbloods - barely more than muggleborns. My mother was a muggle, and my father muggleborn. But we were happy and life was great. My muggle mother produced eight, eight, magical children, and we were sorted into nearly every single house - except for Hufflepuff. My brother Leslie and I were professional duelers, but we came home when things started to get rough back here. Mom was scared and wanted us to come home. So we did. And not one week before returning - Demetrius Mulciber sought me out again. Needless to say, I've held a bit of a grudge due to the fact that he magically gutted me, but for some reason, he apparently has a grudge against me as well. For, I guess, nothing more than the fact that I'm breathing. Anyway, sorry to drone on - but my story needed to have my backstory explained. So Demetrius finally challenged me to a duel, and I met him in some obscure place. We dueled, fiercely - and he nearly killed me. In fact, he should have killed me. But he healed me after I'd lost consciousness, and contacted my friends so that I wouldn't die. I don't understand it, but I woke up at Hogwarts completely confused as to why I was alive. Pomfrey said if it weren't for the fact that I had been healed even the littlest bit, I wouldn't be so lucky. Alice: Let's not forget to mention that Demetrius Mulciber, along with an accomplice, tortured, mutilated, and murdered an innocent Muggle girl for no reason other than being familiar with Sirius Black. I interviewed Mulciber myself -- just after he had sent body parts to various people he disliked, he was at home at one in the afternoon (despite the fact he should have been working), freshly showered, and had only the word of a Dark Arts dealer to alibi him. Mary: That's how I first met you. Because he sent me a box of entrails. Anyway, back to my story - I was, unfortunately, at Hogwarts when the Death Eaters attacked. Despite what the public's been told - I was there. I was in the library when I heard the fight begin. And it was Death Eaters breaking onto campus, and people from inside the castle going out to meet them. I joined the frey, because I wanted to protect Hogwarts; I wanted to protect the place the wizarding world loved. In the fight, I met up with a Death Eater that Demetrius would later tell me was Ben Yaxley. He managed to get me down, and instead of just killing me or moving onto another dueler, he stood above me and did some kind of dark spell I didn't even know existed. He killed the muscle in my arm - and I was only just able to get away - because Dumbledore and What's-His-Face arrived. The Healers had to take off my arm, and all I was doing was trying to defend my home. Defend Hogwarts - the one place you would think that even purists would respect. Carlotta: As a fullblood witch, I had the opportunity to marry into a prominent pureblooded family but chose instead to remain single and put my time and energies into the many organizations that my Mother had begun, among these, the Society for the Advancement of Squibs, an organization that provides education, financial assistance, and training for those of Magical birth including purebloods, fullbloods, and halfbloods, who must learn to live without the use of magic. This organisation has worked closely with the Muggle Liaison Department, as well as employing Muggleborn witches and wizards that can better explain the Muggle world to those without magic. Many may forget that Minister Nott's own organization the Society of People to Prevent the Pollution of Purebloods, picketed the benefit luncheon of the Society for the Promotion of the Squibs just last year. While Minister Nott will deny his involvement in this group, and his very well paid lawyers - perhaps even Death Eater Mr Atticus Avery - will back him up, I can attest to his involvement in the group, and his very strong feelings towards Muggles, muggleborns, and anyone that may 'pollute' or bring dirty blood, ideas, or culture into the Wizarding World. However, my most recent experience with Death Eaters is what brings me here tonight. A few weeks ago I was approached by Mrs Anastasia Mulciber, the mother of suspected Death Eater Demetrius Mulciber and wife of confirmed Death Eater Iago Mulciber. Her question was politely phrased and quite simple: would I be interested in joining the Citizens watchdog group that some of you may recall I reported on earlier in the summer. My response was a simple and polite no as my own charity work keeps me quite busy, and because I wondered why a pureblood woman, involved in Narcissa Malfoy's Foundation, might be the one approaching me for a Citizen's group. The answer was rather illuminating. A few weeks later I received a visit from a Death Eater, a Mr. Igor Karkaroff, in my offices under the guise of a donor for my society. I was Imperiused, given the instructions to join the Concerned Citizens for Truth. Fortunately between the concern of my friend and my own strength of mind that the curse did not hold and I am here tonight. This so called "Citizen's" group that is made up of halfbloods, muggleborns, and fullbloods, has nary a pureblood on it. An interesting fact if one considers that it is to represent the citizenship of Britain. The purebloods do not need a seat in the group, because they are the ones pulling the strings of the group. The high marks for Britain's Ministry, the elaborate discussion of discrimination in the safehouses and the work done to correct it, all of this is controlled by the Ministry, the Death Eaters, and their wives. It is meant to soothe fears and misdirect from the true crimes the Death Eaters and the Ministry controlled by these Death Eaters are perpetrating. Behind every 'good deed' done by the Foundation, every 'good deed' uncovered by this group sits an agenda to pull the wool over the eyes of the population of Britain. The Purists of this country are building an empire controlled by them, in which every other individual is at their whim - a lesser being to be commanded at will. Alice: Stork here. Other people have talked about most of what I have experienced, so I'm going to describe something that I think is relatively unique to my situation. There's no point in hiding this now, because all of the Death Eaters already know, but I am currently nine months pregnant with my husband Frank's and my first child. In fact, I'm due tomorrow, so let's hope that he or she doesn't decide to come a little early. Doris: Let's hope! Hestia: ... seriously. Alice: I assure you that if you hear any shrieks of pain during this broadcast, that will have been the source. But moving on, the promise of a better world for my baby to live in is often the only thing that keeps me fighting Death Eaters, but they seem determined to take even my innocent, unborn child from me, as they have taken my job, my integrity in the community, my biological family, my freedom, and far too many of my friends. At the second battle of Hogwarts, I was six months pregnant, and who did the Death Eaters send out to greet me? Hags. Vicious creatures known for their affinity for eating children. Then, that very same night, a Death Eater tried to use the Entrail-Expelling Curse on me. I'm sure you can imagine what kind of results that would have had. Most of you have likely heard that the Foundation Centre is offering medical care to all pregnant witches, most urgently to those due in July and August. I urge any witch who is pregnant not to go to the Foundation. Flee the country if you have to, afford your home with every possible protection instead. As I am a wanted woman and can obviously not just walk into a clinic without being arrested, I have not gone to schedule an appointment. The Foundation has since sent me owls demanding I come. We don't know what's happening to the women who go to the Centre, or their children, or why the Death Eaters (we all know that the Foundation is a puppet organisation) have an interest in them. Many theories have been tossed about, but let me tell you this. I have been attacked numerous times since it was quite clear that I am pregnant. Bellatrix Lestrange threatened to kill my baby only a few nights ago. Death Eaters have no regard for life, and don't kid yourself to think that they are incapable of killing children. They even would kill an unborn child, one who has grown enough to feel pain, to live outside his or her mother's body. A baby who, according to their own doctrine, should be precious, a gift, because Frank and I both just so happened to be purebloods. If this is how they treat a pureblooded baby (who, by their account, are superior to those with Muggle blood), imagine how they will treat the children of halfbloods and Muggleborns? Protect yourself from their insane plots and cruelty. Don't go to the Foundation. Every child: pureblood, fullblood, halfblood, Muggleborn, and Muggle, deserves to be born into a world where they will be treated equally and unafraid of violence. Kingsley: Kingsley here. First off, let me say this. I'm 22 years old and Muggleborn. I passed my qualification examinations about three months before the Ministry was taken over by the Death Eaters and I was forced to become a fugitive. Twenty-two years old, I should be a regular at some pub and taking birds out on dates; instead I'm on the run. Some of the people here had a choice whether to stay with the Death Eater Ministry or flee, but me? I didn't have that luxury. I know without a doubt I'd still be here today, a member of the Army of Albion, but the point remains that as a Muggleborn, I had no choice. The only thing the Death Eaters want with Muggleborns it to watch them die, and that's a fact. I've been pretty lucky myself though. I've certainly put myself out there in some pretty dangerous positions, I've come up against vampires and werewolves and Death Eaters, but save for some broken bones, internal bleeding that only took a few days to heal fully, and that big chunk out of my leg that some werewolf ate, I haven't been hurt too badly. Not like some of the others - not like my friends whom I've carried in my arms as their insides fell out, who I've seen Killing Curses graze past their heads (and mine too), and who have tried to save me even as Death Eaters tried to Entrail-Expel their unborn child out of their stomach. I do think it's luck though - luck and, well, they don't put the greenest kid up on the front line. Is this the life I wanted? Not really - I'd rather still be at the Ministry working under Rufus - but it's one I'm real proud to live. The men and women fighting the Death Eaters right now - fighting for you are the bravest and most dedicated people I've ever met, and if you can trust us, if you can help us out, I promise you we sure won't give up until the job is done. Moody: [Talk about experiences with Death Eaters here!] Hestia: Sparrow here. Up until a little more than a year ago, the Death Eaters were a sort of phantom to me, people who had done horrible things, I knew, the results of which I'd seen on various occasions during my work at St. Mungo's, but people who had never really come after me or anyone I knew personally. I thought that I was safe, living life the way I was, not speaking up too often or making noise when I saw indignities. I guess I thought that by keeping silent and by letting the things I saw pass me by, I would remain safe. All of that changed for me on the night of the twenty-second of August last year. I don't remember a single thing that happened that night past a certain point: I remembered talking to a friend as my shift at the hospital came to a close, and then waking up the following morning feeling very out-of-sorts and with a raging headache. At the encouragement of some close friends, I checked my wand to see if the most recent spells I'd cast would give me any indication of what had happened the night before. [a deep, shaky breath] Now, as I mentioned, I'm a certified Healer, and some of you may have met me at some point during my time working on the Spell Damage floor. I value life, all life, above everything else in this world. I took an oath to do no harm, to heal and not hurt, and, being a former Hufflepuff, that oath, that vow, is one that I take seriously. To harm, to kill, to take life is simply not in my nature. What I discovered in my wand was work that was not my own. I discovered spells to set things on fire, spells to lift things and apparate, and... [a hitch of breath] ...the Killing Curse. I had no recollection of any of these spells being cast, and still don't remember a thing about that night, but based on my training and what I know about Unforgiveable Curses, the only believable explanation for that night is one that I have been warning all of you about for months now: the Imperius Curse. I was fortunate enough to have thrown it off, partly due to some severe trauma I received that night, but from what I remember, many others that night were not so fortunate. Kingsley: [Quietly] Shiiiiit, Hes... Hestia: I believed that if I kept my head down and went about my daily business as if nothing was wrong, the Death Eaters wouldn't touch me. I know that many of you likely believe the same thing now. This is Britain; we're smart people. Many of you know or have guessed at what we've been saying all along, that Death Eaters have taken over the Ministry and are running the country. Many of you, knowing this, also believe that if you simply don't get involved, simply live your lives as you always have, you'll be safe. If you hear nothing else from this broadcast, hear this: you are not safe. The Death Eaters will use you to accomplish their own aims, whether you've kept your head down and your nose clean or not. Your clean track record means nothing to them. They seek to instill a culture of fear and compliance so that they can continue their iron grip on this country entirely unchallenged. People of Britain, I beg you: DON'T LET THEM. Since that night in August, I've continued to see first-hand what the Death Eaters can and will do. Just the next month, I worked triage when they attacked Hogwarts for the first time. I saw honest members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the rest of the Ministry of Magic badly injured on the night they allegedly staged a coup in the Ministry. (and let me say right now: the only coup staged was an overthrowing of the Ministry of Magic by the Death Eaters themselves) Mary: I have to let everyone know, too, that Hestia's one damn fine Healer. After they had to take my arm, she took care of me for weeks, making sure I lived. I owe my life to Hestia, and to the people who fought so bravely at Hogwarts that night. Hestia: [a moment's pause in which there may be an emotional sniffle] I have been injured myself and have seen the people in my life who are dearest to me hurt...and killed. Don't let this madness continue. Fight back. Challenge those who are in power. Free our nation from this tyranny. Sirius: So we're on to me, are we? I suppose for me, it's all a little personal. The Blacks have been purists for a long time and then, a few of them even joined the Death Eater ranks so you'll have to forgive my inability to remain impartial. In March last year, this programme made it's debut. Death Eaters didn't like that too much and forced their way into the home of the now murderered Resistance Radio founder Agnes O'Hare, who lived in muggle/wizarding commune. They killed six people and sent those of us who went to help on a trip to St. Mungo's. I wish I could say that was the worst of it, but last July, after a close friend was killed, Fabian and Gideon Prewitt attempted to take on a few Death Eaters out of costume. This led to them being killed and the bodies dumped on our doorstep in grotesque fashion. Last year, I did something I'm not proud of and made a deal with my eldest cousin and the devil in knickers herself, Bellatrix Lestrange. I wanted to see my younger brother, because of the sadly true allegations he'd become a Death Eater himself at seventeen. It wasn't a smart move. Penalty was a bit of a showdown and she tried to use the killing curse on my best friend (always best to have moral support when you're dueling a Death Eater) and managed the cruciatus on me for what I can only describe as a painfully long time. Then she stabbed me in the hand and did a pretty good attempt of killing me by knifing me in the chest. I should have killed her then and I apoligise to those who have lost people because I didn't. If anyone ever wondered about the sanity of Bellatrix Lestrange, I think that pretty much answers it. In retaliation, Marius Lestrange tried burning Godric's Hollow, where we lived, to the ground, killing a lot of people. There was futility in what happened, though. My brother disappeared last November after being berated for speaking with me and he was 'supposedly' murdered. These days aren't much better. I've got a rather irate Bella informing me graphicly of the way's she intends to kill me, which to her credit, she's gotten creative about. I've got a best friend who's been 'rehabitiliatated' and I've just got to wonder, I'm only nineteen years old. Most of my family is dead, the people I care about are being held against their will for 'treason' and I've seen so much death, pain and destruction that it feels like it's never going to end. I'm saying it has to. No matter what's happened to me or whatever will, I will always be happy I stood up for my beliefs and I urge every last person who believes that this war should be over and that we can co-exist and live contentedly as we have done for many years. It's only blood, guys. It's not worth losing people over. Doris: So I don't have as much to say as my friends, but maybe I'm lucky in that respect. My one significant encounter with Death Eaters was a few months back, I was out at some docks waiting for an associate and I saw a Death Eater- mask an' all that- attackin' a man. So I felt compelled to help the bloke out, yanno? I ended up gettin' hit with the Cruciatus Curse- and most people here can agree it innit pleasant- and the Death Eater got unmasked. It was our lovely Minister, Aeneas Nott. The bloke, Caradoc Dearborn, rest in peace, lost several fingers from that fight and it isn't much, but it's not somethin' I'll ever want to repeat. And there's that, your Minister. Your elected Minister, cut off someone's fingers. Not before he became Minister, even. Remus: [Talk about experiences with Death Eaters here!] Moody: [Talk about the Daily Prophet and suspected DE ties, especially now that it's almost finished being rebuilt -- will fill this in as soon as I get home from work.] Doris: Righto. Maybe you all remember this, maybe you've all decided to forget. But we haven't. August of last year, people that lived Tinworth started gettin' sick. Real sick. You-Know-Who issued a statement of sorts- that Tinworth would continue to suffer until they renounced the Muggleborns who lived in their village. Now, when you've got family dyin' of poison because you live beside a Muggleborn, I'm sure it's dire and stressful. But I've got friends who live and work in Tinworth and they didn' form a lynch mob. Lemme backtrack, whoops, the watersupply was poisoned. There are speculation about specific Death Eaters who were involved in the poisonin', main suspect being repeat offender Severus Snape. But back to the point. So You-Know-Who wanted them to reject the Muggleborns, but they took it a step or two farther. It's a real shocker 'bout human nature, when desperation turns into murderous rage. That's right, the ordinary people of Tinworth formed lynch mobs an' attacked their fellow man. Not Death Eaters, no werewolves, none of His lil' lapdogs were involved, just average, ordinary people like you an' me. Death Eaters pushed these people to murder, and now they run your government. Why are you sittin' back an' lettin' this happen? Remus: [Lead-in to talking about the rehabilitation centre; Remus will talk about Fenrir's big epic post here.] Rufus: Rufus Scrimgeour here again. We want to put out a call to all of our ex-coworkers: Join us. You know those whom you serve are wrong. You know that you are aiding a murderous tyranny. It's a frightening time to live in and you are scared for your families, your children, but if we do not stop this threat, if we do not overcome the death eaters and take back the government so that it belongs to the people -- all of the people -- your families will always be at risk. Your children's children will know the stain of You Know Who on their lives. We must act before it is too late. Please, rise up against them. Help us. You know how to contact us. Remus: Thank you again for speaking, everyone -- and to everyone listening out there today, think about what you've heard. Don't be afraid to question the decisions of the Ministry. Despite how much they try to hide or cover up, the Death Eaters are still out there. They are still killing and working to take away your rights, and they will not stop if we don't start speaking up. Let yourselves be heard. Please join me in a moment of silence to honour those who have lost their lives for standing up against the Death Eaters and their tyranny. Thank you everyone. This is Resistance Radio, signing out. Stay alert, and stay safe. |