Harry Potter Fanfic:The Wizard Resistance Chronicles #1 River
Title: The Wizard Resistance Chronicles #1 River
Author: meowbooks
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: Lee Jordan has always known words are powerful, but he hasn't appreciated just how powerful until now.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
Ten words. Ten words and the world was irrevocably shaken. The words sickened Lee Jordan like a bludger blow to the stomach, loosening his grip, flinging him horrified off his broom hurtling towards the unknown. Others under the tent apparated on the spot. His wand seemed to be casting a shield charm on it's own in a feeble attempt to protect the joy and happiness that had existed moments before from the sense of helplessness creeping into his soul.
Cedric.Dumbledore.Now Scrimgeour.
Later that evening, Lee Jordan flicked his wand at his radio, bracing himself for the unsteady tones the usual Wizarding Wireless Network evening reporter would try to contain as she tried to describe the new world, "...Pius Thicknesse has been appointed Minister of Magic following Rufus Scrimgeour's resignation."
Lee seized the radio and heaved it at the wall.
His heart raced as he watched the remains of the radio on the stone floor shoot red sparks. How-how-DARE THEY? He had listened to their voices for years, YEARS, wanted to be like them, voices of truth, voices with the power to affect everything. How could they just sit there and--
No. He couldn't let them. This wasn't just making Harry look crazy or calling Dumbledore a fool...This was deliberately endangering everyone--every witch, every wizard, every muggle, everything.
Lee repaired the radio and pulled out his microphone. His voice was going to flow like a river and no one was ever gonna dam it up.
Author: meowbooks
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: Lee Jordan has always known words are powerful, but he hasn't appreciated just how powerful until now.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
Ten words. Ten words and the world was irrevocably shaken. The words sickened Lee Jordan like a bludger blow to the stomach, loosening his grip, flinging him horrified off his broom hurtling towards the unknown. Others under the tent apparated on the spot. His wand seemed to be casting a shield charm on it's own in a feeble attempt to protect the joy and happiness that had existed moments before from the sense of helplessness creeping into his soul.
Cedric.Dumbledore.Now Scrimgeour.
Later that evening, Lee Jordan flicked his wand at his radio, bracing himself for the unsteady tones the usual Wizarding Wireless Network evening reporter would try to contain as she tried to describe the new world, "...Pius Thicknesse has been appointed Minister of Magic following Rufus Scrimgeour's resignation."
Lee seized the radio and heaved it at the wall.
His heart raced as he watched the remains of the radio on the stone floor shoot red sparks. How-how-DARE THEY? He had listened to their voices for years, YEARS, wanted to be like them, voices of truth, voices with the power to affect everything. How could they just sit there and--
No. He couldn't let them. This wasn't just making Harry look crazy or calling Dumbledore a fool...This was deliberately endangering everyone--every witch, every wizard, every muggle, everything.
Lee repaired the radio and pulled out his microphone. His voice was going to flow like a river and no one was ever gonna dam it up.