Hogwarts Adventures, Year 1

Name: Joshua Nettle
Age:72
Role: Headmaster
House:Was in Hufflepuff
History: Joshua Nettle is the most famous Headmaster Hogwarts has had since Albus Dumbledore. He grew up in an orphanage and when he was ten got the letter inviting him to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was the best thing that ever happened to him and after many years he became Headmaster. Professor Nettle is a practical man. He knows if Muggles found out about the Wizarding world there would be jealousy and fear. Later there would be a clamor to be enrolled in schools of magic. But not anyone can enroll in schools of magic, you had to have magical powers in order to make use of the schooling. He would have to turn away Muggles and they would be sad and dissapointed. It would be kinder not to tell Muggles about magic. It would give them false hopes. It would drive them insane with the knowledge. This was the philosophy he had in mind when he directed the school. People caught Squealing would be punished.

Would you be interested in participating in year two?: yes

Name: Axel James

Age: 26

Role: DADA Teacher and head of Gryffindor house

House: Gryffindor

History: Axel grew up with his mother. He never knew his dad as he ran out on them before Axel was born. His grandparents mostly took care of him for his mother wasn't really fit to. She often drank and there were some suicidal times where his grandma had to watch over her.

He didn't have many friends growing up, his whole existence surrounded the fact that he had to be the grown up. Until the day he got his letter. Not really knowing what to do, he felt like he should stay and take care of his mom but deep in his heart he wanted to go, in the end his heart won.

Would you be interested in participating in year two?: Yes

HELLOOOOOOO!!!! WE HAVE A SB HERE!!!

Daily Prophet

Founder of the Squealer Movement Missing in Action

Rylan Havers hasn’t been spotted by the ministry in weeks. Some believe he may very well be dead, but no evidence has been presented to validate this theory. According to ministry insiders, Rylan is in hiding because his movement is falling apart.

On the other hand, actual Squealers are more active than ever. Refutable sources claim that the Ministry is attempting to ward off fears that Rylan is planning something big. With a new term at Hogwarts coming in full swing, some fear Squealers may try to spread their propaganda at the school. One student, who was not willing to reveal his identity, claims that Rylan himself will be at the school. He supposedly overheard whisperings in the street.

We have yet to receive word from the headmaster Joshua Nettle on the subject, and the Minister of Magic has yet to reveal any information on the case. Remember, if you know where to find Mr. Havers, you should contact the Daily Prophet immediately, and then contact MoM officials. He is considered a danger to the public.

New Term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Begins Tomorrow

That’s right, another year at Hogwarts is in bloom, but will your children be safe? Not so much. Violence between Squealers and “Mutes” as they are called by their opponents has risen by twenty-three percent. Most recently, a fight broke out between two students in Diagon Alley, apparently over a disagreement over whether the Wizarding World should remain the best kept secret.
This brings to question, what can you do to keep you children safe? Remind them not to approach Squealers, avoid them at all costs. Do not communicate with other students who share sentiments with the Squealer movement. Report any students who are advocating the unveiling of our kind. If necessary, defend yourself with your wand.

Articles by A. B. Q. R. Dinovo the Seventeenth

Donnie Frixion

The Leaky cauldron, a place where you could see both most unusual and very much strange beings. To Donnie they weren't strange at all.

Donnie who was sitting in the corner and reading the Daily Prophet, was both very excited but concerned.

A man with grey hair sat down beside him putting on the table two glasses, one filled with highly matured mead and one with pumpkin juice.

"Will uncle Rylan be okay?"

Donnie asked, his uncle giving him a startled look.

"Donnie you know you are not permitted to talk about the others in public, who knows who will hear? But Uncle R. will be fine. He can take care of himself"

Donnie was happy to hear that. He had known Rylan Havers almost all his life, he always messed up his hair when he met him. Donnie found it very annoying but got used to it.

"Excited?"

His uncle asked as he took a sip from his glass.

"Uhh duhh, when do we leave for the station?"

"As soon as you finish your drink"

Donnie took that as a challenge, he took the cup and almost poured everything into his mouth. Looking like a hamster when he tried to swallow.

His uncle laughed and stood up, putting his coat on he and Donnie left for Platform 9 3/4


Axel James

"Mutes, is that what they are calling us"

Axel said to himself while sitting in his office and running through the Daily Prophet.

This year is going to be interesting. He thought as he closed the paper and stood up. No one knows what's going to happen, sure enough there will be packs of squealers, mutes and those who support the ministry.

How many fights were going to happen? Kids will get hurt everyone knows that, but who will be the one to lead these things. That will be very interesting to know.

Name: Professor Maridus Faxtell
Age: 68
Role: Magical Machines Teacher
House: Ravenclaw
History: Secretly recruited by Arthur Weasely to be his muggle artifact seeking apprentice/partner. He and Arthur would get muggle stuff and, essentially, inbed magical properties into these objects. He invented the Spell-Gun

Would you be interested in participating in year two?: Depends on year one.

Professor Joshua Nettle; Headmaster of Hogwarts
Prof. Nettle put down the paper, sighed and rubbed his eyes. There was frequent, disturbing news of Squealers nowdays. He didn't understand their purpose. What did they gain by telling Muggles of the Wizarding world? Nettle loved Muggles, he grew up with them and had several Muggle friends. They didn't know he was a wizard of course. But they were decent hardworking people. Magic would ruin their lives, simply because they couldn't use it.
He pulled out a piece of parchment, took out his favorite eagle feather quill and started to pen a response to the article by A. B. Q. R. Dinovo the Seventeenth. He penned a quick notes saying “Please include in next publication”

A message to Ryan Havers, Squealers and Mutes;

My dear friends, we live in a crazy world. You might have known from the time when you were young, that not everyone is born equal. Someone people have good looks and other have intelligence beyond measure. But more importantly the one main thing that separates us humans from each other is Magic. You are all aware of the ongoing struggle between the Squealers and the Mutes.

Allow me to highlight certain aspects of this conflict. Muggles live all their lives never knowing about Magic; the few exceptions are the families of Muggle-born Wizards and whoever marries a Witch/Wizard. Wizards and Witches can use Magic because we are born with the ability to channel and use it. Muggles do not have this ability. Exposing them to the reality of Magic would create several different problems. The demand for Magical products would increase a hundredfold. Muggles would expect us to have the solution to all of their problems and lastly Muggles would demand to learn the knowledge of using wands for spellwork. We are not gods, we cannot solve everyones problem. We cannot cure all sickness and death. Many of our inventions have flaws. Magic is simply a way to make our life easier, not problem-free. Muggles cannot enroll in schools like Hogwarts, because they do not have magic inside their bodies to learn how to use. It would be a waste of their time and ours to have them enroll. Muggles will then grow resentful and hateful of our powers, jealous that they cannot use them. Witch hunts will start all over again and we will have tense and angry relations with them.

I love Muggles; some of my greatest friends have been Muggles. But to unleash the knowledge of something they cannot have is wrong. It will drive them insane with the powers they cannot have or achieve. Out of kindness we must not tell them, we must not bait them. It would be cruel to tell them, senseless cruelty. I beg of you do not do this. Please reconsider your purposes. You are my brothers and sisters. I do not want to fight against you…but if you drive me to it I will.
Sincerely,
Professor Joshua Nettle
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Order of Merlin First-Class
Founder of the Wise, Wizened and Weary Alliance
International Confederation of Warlocks and Wizards
Member of the Duel Alliance Association

Avril Lestrange
Avril set down the paper and snorted with disgust. “Squealers!” she muttered under her breath, “They should be called swine. Pigs. Filth. ” She flipped her perfectly brown, coiffed curls to her other shoulder and finished drinking her tea.

Avril tapped her foot impatiently. “Where were they?” she thought with a whine. Her ride was late. He was supposed to arrive right now to take her to Platform 9 and ¾. She couldn’t depend on him for anything. The only reason he was taking her to the station was because her parents were called away last minute on business to France. Avril was packed and dressed in Muggle clothing for the trip. She would change into her robes the second she got in the train.

The door flew open. Finally! Avril picked up her basket containing her Persian called Precious. Uncle Lester walked in followed by her slob of a cousin Freddie. His real name was Fredrick Alexander Lester the III but her Uncle shortened it to Freddie. Ew! She saw him picking his nose and then wiped it on his robes. He didn’t even have the decency to use a handkerchief . Avril would ditch him the moment the boarded the train. She would find a older group of “in” people or find some likely candidates to be in her entourage. Freddie would not be invited.

Uncle Lester picked up her trunk, strapped it on a broomstick and off they flew towards London. The view was amazing, blues and greens speeded below her. She couldn’t wait until she was old enough to play on the Quidditch team. This feeling was glorious. Ha! Squealers. Why should she share this joy with Muggles? Common, dirty Muggles, rotten and primitive. Ha! Over their dead bodies they could find out. Lying down, bodies bowed to Wizard supremacy. Showing proper respect.

Rylan Havers
Rylan riffled through the paper, he was enraged. They thought HE was dead? That had to be a joke, otherwise, Dinovo would soon be dead, not just thought to be dead, but full on, no heart beat, d-e-a-d, dead. That would be a shame too, Dinovo was valuable agent for the movement.

The second article was far more encouraging. People were starting to realize that he meant business, he wasn't just throwing stones anymore. As soon as his plan kicked into action, all out war would begin. Once people grew tired of the death and hatred, they would love him. And if they loved him, they'd obey him.

He only needed to be in the school long enough to get the Foster and Brant Manuscripts from one of his agents. Those manuscripts contained the spell he needed to change the world, a spell that was kept secret because it was before its time. The book also contained some other hidden curses that would prove useful, but he was after a very special spell.

The spell would allow him to change a plain old muggle into a wizard. All it would take was the blood of another wizard, and whatever else the book listed. Rylan had only heard about the book in whispers, and he wasn't even sure the Headmasters of Hogwarts knew it was under their noses.

Rylan dispatched an owl to Donnie Frixion, he was young, but Rylan trusted the Frixion family. They had been with him from the start, and they would be with him to the end, even if that end was death. He just needed Donnie to find the book, hidden in the room of requirement. The room the book was in would be summoned by the room of requirement, and Donnie would bring it to Rylan once he infiltrated Hogwarts, he would test the spell then and there.

If it worked, his wife would be like him.

Master Fraxion,

You will soon be entrusted with a difficult task, but I promise you, it is not beyond your ability. I trust that you will do as I ask with expedience and utmost caution. If you are caught, the two of us will be punished, I will die, you will be disgraced.

However, I will allow you to decide, on your own, whether or not you will undertake this responsibility. Remember what we're fighting for, the muggles need a voice, they need the knowledge we possess. It would be selfish for our kind to leave them stumbling around in the darkness of ignorance.

I will send you more information later, I ask that you avoid any communication with me unless it is absolutely necessary. The next messages will be encrypted, it will take wit and magic to decode them, but I wouldn't be asking this of you if I thought you were incapable.

Please, enjoy your first year at Hogwarts. Remember, soon enough there will be no more muggles, and those who were once barred from the halls of Hogwarts will walk by your side. This is only the beginning of a greater goal.

Love, Strength, Peace,

Uncle R

A. B. Q. R. Dinovo
Adrian Bartholemeu Quodestera Ricardo Dinovo awoke to tapping at his window, instinctively, his hand shot towards his wand. Not the ministry. Not yet, he wasn't ready to die. He still had things he needed to say to the world!

Just an owl, he realized. He put away his wand and headed towards the balcony to let the beast in. "Whatdya got for me?" He asked, untying the letter. When he saw the seal of Hogwarts on the cover, he groaned. Not that Nettle guy, Adrian had corresponded with him before, he found his letters utter and complete dribble. How could anyone stand up for the silencing of the weak? How could someone support the bullying of muggles?

Adrian had been bullied, he traced the scare down his cheek. Rylan had promised him he would be allowed to kill the man who did this to him. Drakon Sceptar would not just die. He would truly suffer under his wand, and then, he would be given the chance to take his own life. Of course, Drakon would accept, death would be welcoming after the things Adrian planned.

Adrian read the letter, trying not to gag the whole time. Not everyone was born equal? He though he was superior to muggles? Oh, no magic inside their bodies, that would change once the Foster and Brant Manuscripts were in Rylan's hands. Witch hunts would start again, the Squealers would hunt all the wizards who ever repressed the muggles, the squibs, they would kill them and use their blood for the change.

Joshua would soon know the true meaning of "insane with power". And all those pretentious titles? Was it necessary rub them in his face? Adrian groaned, he hoped Rylan's plan would be set into motion soon. He hated inciting violence against Squealers, but if his articles worked, then civil war would break out. Rylan would sweep the ashes away and a new World would rise like a flare.

Drakon Sceptar
(Rylan is Potions Prof. and Ravenclaw HoH.)
Drakon arrived at the school ahead of time. This year he would be teaching potions, his favorite class. It had taken plenty of hard work to fight his way into this position, and he had made plenty of enemies, but it was worth it. Now he was living his lifelong dream.

He dusted out his room, made his bed, and shined all of his vials, cauldrons, and other strange instruments. He couldn't wait to meet the new students, his favorite part was scaring them. The first day he would tell them to brew the Drought of Living Death, of course, they would all fail, he would berate them, and from then on they would listen to every word he said.

London, England

It was my final visit to the muggle world before I head out to my first year in Hogwarts. Was I scared? Most definitely.

Why? Because this is really my first time interacting with other wizards and learning about them! I know, I live in next door to the dang Weasley's, and they know a bunch. I live with wizards, but it's just I never got to learn any spells, potions or anything. And now will be my chance to do so.

I was inside Big Ben. Many tourists were here, practically squishing me to the wall on my left. It was horrific. But I had to stay there, not move. My friend Lucas was just fetching me something to drink. There was always this food station for the tourists in the Big Ben.

Right at this moment, I felt claustrophobic, all the people squishing, itching towards the walls around me. But thankfully, two green eyes found mine. It was Lucas. I felt safe already. He was my best friend after all.

"Hey, didn't keep you waiting for too long, did I?" he asked, an Irish accent rolling off his tongue.

You couldn't tell he was Irish from sight with his blonde hair and green eyes, but right when he spoke --it was obvious.

"Nah, I'm fine." I smiled.

"Come on, you have to go tomorrow to your 'special' school. We got to get you back home." He laughed.

"Alright..." I sighed.

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Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Gryffindor Common room

Dinner was done, we got placed into our houses. I gladly accepted Gryffindor. I got the same house as my parents! It was amazing.

I was laying in bed, watching the stars pass through the sky, remembering the day and how it passed.
The Daily Prophet surprised me today. It said that someone was supposedly dead or hiding, my parents freaked. Not only did that move them, the Hogwarts section got them curious. My father was speechless and wide-eyed.

I for one wasn't surprised. I was just waiting for that to happen. A Squealer came by to our house the other day asking for sugar. Later on she just eavesdropped on every single thing we were talking about, as if suspecting we'd say something... useful? I don't know and I surely can inform you that I do not even care one bit.

What was odd with the Squealer was that my father and her knew each other. I never seen that girl in my life and she's around my age and he knows her!? That's not right. I'm friends with all the kids in my neighborhood, even the famous Weasley's! Okay, I have no other choice but to be friends with them because they are family to me, Hermione Granger is my oldest cousin. But I love them, they are awesome.