Pamphlets Scattered Throughout Wizarding Britain
Characters: Draco Malfoy Location: He's outside the Forbidden Forest Date: Wednesday July 10, 2001 Time: early to midmorning
Draco had spent days researching spells that would do what he and "Morrigan" had in mind. He knew he couldn't have done it alone. The concealment charm to reveal upon a witch or wizard's touch had been hers. There would have been no other way to disseminate it all without them doing the exact damage they wanted to avoid.
Now, he was outside the Forbidden Forest, far from the Manor and any possibility he'd get traced.
The final touches placed on the parchment, ensuring the best security against being tracked by his magic he could find in the darkest book in the Malfoy library, and he nodded, tapping his wand, watching the pamphlet shimmer as invisible pamphlets multiplied and flew in all directions. He waited five minutes and whispered the counter spell. Then, he destroyed the original parchment and Apparated to the north of Scotland, planning several Apparitions before returning home.
CENSORSHIP!
The Ministry is now our thought police. Is it not an interesting parallel that the current Ministry insists on deciding what we can and cannot think? Our new, safer, society was built upon the ashes of the military state run by Death Eaters and You Know Who, and yet, what is the difference? Attacking and persecuting purebloods and those who do not want Muggles and Wizards to live in the same society as opposed to attacking Muggleborns and those who embrace them? Is there no middle ground? Say no to the thought police!