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BLiMEY! RELIGIONSCANDALPOLITICS!; advpostpotter; brand spanking new!
Topic Started: Jul 12 2008, 05:39 PM (20 Views)
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"BLIMEY," said Harry Potter, shoveling another forkful of Molly Weasley's fried egg and bacon omlette into his mouth. "Blimey, Ginny, I think we've really got it right this time!"

Ginny blew out an exasperated sigh from where she stood at the kitchen sink of the Burrow, scrubbing dishes. "You don't have to be ready for a meeting with the Bulgarian ambassador in fifteen minutes," she answered crossly. "He's quite daft, and he doesn't speak much English, and it's all really frustrating."

Harry shook his head. "But you're the Minister of Magic!" he pointed out. "You've got all this power. And I feel much cleaner now that I'm out of the position. I think this was a really good idea."

"What?" Ginny asked hotly, putting a few dishes in a cupboard. "You had a halfway-conscious, surrealistic epiphany the moment you won the war, and now you've gone and tried to make it into organized prayer? You think that's a good idea? You've gone bonkers, Harry."

Harry wasn't even listening. "It's wondrous, it's glorious! We're responsible for saving the souls of millions of people!" he cried. "Eminence is beautiful."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "I don't trust it," she said candidly. "It's too happy. Religion shouldn't be happy. There's something wrong with a religion that's so happy."

Harry flashed her a beatific smile. "Come on, you know that you love being worshipped as the superior sex. Whatever happened to the fiery feminist with the poster of Gwenog Jones in her room?"

Ginny sighed. "It's still there. Damn you."

"You can't damn me, there's no hell to damn me to now. Care for a pancake?"

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Harry Potter has found religion. Eminence gives complete power to females of all ages. Harry himself, Minister of Magic, stepped down from his position and bestowed it upon his wife, Ginny Potter. Eminence is spreading like wildfire - women like it because it's finally an opportunity to flourish in dominance, and men love it because they're required to quit their jobs and stay home with the children, and they're forbidden to do any important housework lest they sully something. There is no hell, there is only a heaven, and there are no prayers, there are only songs.

Of course, there is the matter that everyone who converts to Eminence willfully tends to become a bit loony, slightly off their rocker, just a little left or right of center. But why worry about the future, when you can have bliss, happiness, and unconditional forgiveness in the here and now?
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""BLIMEY," said Draco Malfoy, fluttering through the Daily Prophet. "Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour were married on Thursday."

Astoria tutted as she flipped through the Quibbler. "It says here that Sacharissa Tugwood, the inventor of that beauty potion that you bought me last Christmas, has killed herself. They think it's got something to do with that man she was accused of killing a couple of months ago. The one who turned up two weeks later, without a clue as to where he had been. What was his name? Wood?"

"Oliver Wood," Draco agreed, and then his eyes widened. "What the hell? The Dark Ladies: Unmasked and Unforgivable? They're making spinoffs of Lord Voldemort?"

"Percy and Arthur Weasley are in Azkaban?" Astoria exclaimed in surprise. "For what?"

"Trying to break into Gringotts, apparently, although they're denying it thoroughly," Draco answered thoughtfully.

"Shush, you two!" shouted Scorpius from the living room, where he was plopped in front of a Muggle television. "Bellatrix has just found out that she's pregnant, but she's not sure whether the baby is Harry's or Voldemort's!"

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The wizarding world is running amok. Former Ministers of Magic are hooking up and running off to the south of France for their honeymoons. People are disappearing for weeks at a time, and waking up again in their own beds with no recollection of the time they'd been away. Upstanding citizens are being accused of crimes they didn't commit, but the evidence is stacking up against them. Sitcoms and soap operas are mocking the drama, and stirring up trouble in the minds of the people.

Everyone's restless, anxious for somebody to come out and explain the unexplainable. And everyone is frightened that they might be the latest victim in this horrifying chain of strange and unfortunate events.
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"BLIMEY," screamed Hermione Weasley, running back into the house that she shared with Ron. "The Ministry has gone mad! Ginny's trying to control it, but nobody's listening to her!"

Ron strode out, holding their one-month-old baby on his hip. "What's going on?" he inquired, concerned.

"Some people are saying that the Ministry of Magic has been re-infested by Death Eaters, and that the heir to Voldemort is at Hogwarts. Wizengamot has decided to try every single student that's currently at the school, starting in September." Her eyes were stinging with tears. "What about Hugo?" she mourned. "What about Rose? They're imprisoning anybody who's even remotely suspected! What if they take our children?"

Ron shook his head, a steely edge tinging his glare. "I won't let them, Hermione," he said fiercely, shifting the baby's weight. "We'll take them to Ireland if Wizengamot calls them. Come September, they'd better be left alone, or we're withdrawing them from Hogwarts and moving."

Hermione nodded silently, biting her lip. "All right," she agreed finally. "I suppose we'll wait and see what happens."

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Someone in the Ministry of Magic seems to think that Lord Voldemort's reincarnation is attending the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Wizengamot has taken up the challenge of calling in students, one by one, to be thoroughly investigated and interrogated for any suspicious activity. Slytherins bear the brunt of the blame, but nobody is exempt from the Wizengamot's subpeonas. And if the court has even the slightest bit of doubt, then you're facing at least a week cooling your heels with the dementors, subjected to various painful tests to make sure that you're not Tom Riddle reborn.

Parents everywhere are on their toes, ready to whisk their children away if Wizengamot calls them. Nobody at the school is feeling quite safe. And, of course, there's always the lingering question. What if Wizengamot is right?[/SIZE]
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