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This is just a random thought I had that I decided to actually write... You know how sometimes you feel like you have to explain a point to someone, except they're not really there but you act/talk out the whole conversation anyway?
...
Maybe I'm the only one who does that...
Anyway, that's what this is.
(And some of you may remember my HP crack moment a while back? Yeah, well, here's my nondescript student at it again.)
Oh, FYI, this takes place during the 6th year at the begining.
Enjoy!
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Draco blinked in a combination of shock and confusion. He could not believe the words that had just come from his fellow Slytherin's mouth. She was a fairly normal looking 5th year that looked back at the Slytherin Prince with calm curiosity at the reaction she was getting. The two were seated in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, trying to finish their homework.
"What do you mean, muggle borns are good for the magical comunity?!" Draco demanded, glaring at the girl once the shock of her statement had worn off. The only reason he hadn't already hexed her was because they were the only two in the common room so there was no one to overhear (and no listening spells, he had checked).
"Simple, my dear Draco," the girl said, taking a sip of the coffee she had ordered from the house elves (such usefull little creatures...). "Without the Mudbloods, we would have never left the dark ages." When all she got was an incredulous look, she rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you're not usually this dense. I suppose an example is needed..." She pursed her lips in thought, then her face lit up. "I have it! Harry Potter."
Draco's lip curled up in disgust, but before he could say anything the girl interupted. "Oh, quit. He's a prime example. Now, let's look at his background. Raised among a family that both hated and feared him because of his magic, he should have grown up with a tought fear of it. Everytime his magic manifested he was punished, everytime something strange happened he was blamed (whether is was his fault or not). Beaten, starved, forced into near slavery by his family, made to sleep in a cupboard for Salazar's sake!"
Draco was shocked to learn that the Golden boy hadn't been raised how he'd first thought but he recovered quickly. "What does that have to do with your point?" he sneered.
"That he should have rejected his magic!" The girl said. "At the first glimpse of real, honest-to-goodness magic, he should have ran for the hills. Just like any true muggle would. But he didn't. Not only did he embrace his magic he's managed to do thing that were thought impossible by wizards standards. Surviving the Killing Curse? Impossible. Facing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named more than once and surviving? Never heard of. Breaking into the Department of Mysteries successfully? Unthinkable."
"I'm still not seeing your point," Draco glared. He didn't need a retelling of 'Saint Potter's accomplishments.
"That he did what was thought to be impossible. That's the benifit of muggle born. They don't see the world of magic like we do, with it's rules and limitations. They see it like the muggles do: that magic can do anything. Did you know that almost every witch or wizard that has created a new, revolutionary spell was muggle born?" She nodded as Draco shook his head in disbelief. "Oh yes. That's why. Without the muggle borns to look outside of the confines we put ourselves in we would never move forward."
"So we should just let them take over, dilute the blood lines and magic, forgetting the traditions and old ways?" Draco demanded angrily.
"Of course not; the old ways have stayed through out the years for a reason. They are powerful. They shouldn't just be forgotten like yesterdays trash. But there needs to be comprimise. The muggle borns need to teach the pure bloods to think outside of their restraints and the pure bloods need to teach the muggle borns the traditions. That way there is a proper balance of both worlds, just as there should be." The girl ended with a satisfied nod, sipping her now luke-warm coffee.
Draco thought about her idea for a moment. The reasoning was sound... Suddenly, the image of his father came to mind. "Some of the pure bloods would never bend," he said softly.
The girl laughed, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. "Oh, unquestionably. But I was speaking of the 'what if', Draco, not the real world. In the real world... It won't ever happen."
That was a quiet pause in the conversation before Draco sighed.
"But it would be nice..." He murmmered, more to himself than to the girl, as he stared into the fire.
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Ta-da!! This just wouldn't leave me be until I wrote it... I hate when plot bunnies turn rabid... >.<