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After the Battle

Aspria Hogglesnop ~ St Mungo’s Field Medic

It’s all about the blood; funny, how I remember that axiom of my old grandmother’s now, or rather it would be if it didn’t have such a foreboding ironic touch to it. In a way, it always has been about the blood.

I’m one of those on the fringe, not really old enough to remember the last time – even now I have a hard time saying the name – Voldemort, he-who-must-not-be-named, or rather Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle sounds so innocuous though… such a normal sounding name, that it doesn’t deliver the punch-in-the-gut response that the first two monikers bring.

However, I digress. As I was saying, I’m one of those on the fringe. I wasn’t old enough to have terrifying memories of when he – when Riddle, was first around, so, it was hard to believe that he could have possibly returned. He was a vague figure, much like Grindwald or the Muggles’ Boogieman, used to scare children onto the path of goodness. He wasn’t real. How apathetic I seemed when I look back on these last few years.

Shite – hold on a sec – I need a Healer! I need a Healer – NOW!

You, yes you – press there, nice and tight, as hard as you can. Don’t give me that look, it’s only blood, and if you don’t he might die. Press hard, if you let up you will kill him.



Jeannine Braxton ~ St. Mungo’s Healer

I’m a Muggle-born, so this whole Voldemort thing was, well not something that I had ever really heard of. When I attended Hogwarts, it wasn’t as if he was standard fare in the Magical History class with Professor Binns. Hell, come to think on it, old Binns didn’t even touch on Grindwald.

It’s funny, the things that are kept from us Muggle-born. I don’t honestly think my parents would’ve let me go to Hogwarts had we heard all about the psychotic maniacs wizarding kind breeds. Oh, that’s not to say that ‘normal’ people don’t breed deranged psychopaths, but when you add magic to the mix, it becomes a whole lot worse.

Magic allows for a certain form of savagery. I mean, just look at here – at this person I’m working on. Have you ever seen anything so brutal? The slashes and gashes all along the torso and face came from uttering just a few small words. Just a few small words, backed by a whole lot of hatred and anger, it’s absolutely horrifying when you think about it.




Unidentified Female Patient

Please – don’t – just go away. I can’t do this right now. Will you take that stupid self-recording quill and go find someone else to torture? I have nothing to say to a vulture like you. Preying on us in this weakened state. You and your kind could have done so much… Ministry lackey. I’ve nothing more to say to the likes of you.


A/N: This is done all in conversation, the character being interviewed will talk, but you will not hear anything from the person recording the story, nor see anything about where you are, unless the person says something to give you a sense of where you are at.

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