Harry Potter The Kiss

Last night I sat at the Premier Event in our world and was ashamed. Not at the courageous decision of the medal winners to either return or refuse their awards, but at the reason for their actions.

Daniel Granger, like his daughter has a very entrenched set of ethical and moral convictions. These would not allow him to accept his award when he could see first hand the disrespect most of the audience had for the Lady Gryffindor.

It is with a deep sense of shame that I can report to hearing the phrase 'uppity md' on more than one occasion at the ball, although it didn't escape my notice that this, and worse were all said well outside the hearing of Lord Gryffindor.

It should also be noted that the reason none of the pureblood elite spoke these words in front of the Gryffindors was their sense of self –preservation (cowardice) and unwillingness to spend Christmas in St Mungo's.

When I undertook the running of this newspaper it was on the understanding that it would print the truth so here it is.

The Gaunt's were the last surviving heirs of Salazar Slytherin. Pureblood paupers who's inbreeding had left the son, Morfin and daughter Merope, to put it kindly 'not marriage material'.

Young girls will always have dreams and Merope's turned to the handsome squires son, Tom Riddle. She managed to slip the unsuspecting muggle a love potion and they ran away together.

After some months the simple girl deluded herself into believing his potion-induced declarations of love were genuine and stopped administering it. Needless to say, without the potions influence Tom fled back home.

Merope was left pregnant and later died in a muggle orphanage, shortly after giving birth to a son she named Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Why should this concern us I hear you ask well here's the reason.

Below this comment, the letters from Tom Marvolo Riddle rearranged themselves into I am Lord Voldemort.

This is the creature that my husband used to voluntarily kneel before, kissing the hem of his robes and drooling over his every word.

This illegitimate half blood psychopath demanded unquestioned obedience as he slaughtered anyone who stood in his way while he sought power and immortality.

This is the creature that fired the killing curse at a one-year-old baby, Harry Potter who banished the self-proclaimed dark lord.

The same dark lord who attacked an eleven-year-old Harry who, with assistance from the girl he married banished him once more.

Voldemort tried again the following year with a sixty-three foot Basilisk by his side and was still no match for Harry and Hermione who thwarted him for the third time.

The young couple finally defeat the abomination and, due to them binding their souls to his life force, all his marked followers died as well.

After ridding our world of this blight what have they demanded? Power? Wealth? Adoration? No, both privately refused Order of Merlin's and all they have ASKED is to be left alone to enjoy their life together.

And how has our world responded to this request?

Twenty Aurors sent to bring them before the full Wizengamot under trumped-up charges of underage magic.

Their wedding ceremony attacked.

Continual and scandalous whisperings behind their backs, all centred on their unworthiness due to blood status.

Voldemort demanded treatment that would make a deity blush with embarrassment but the purebloods flocked like sheep to worship at his alter.

The Potters want nothing and have introduced the concept of choice to many who had none, yet the same sheep-like purebloods now bleat continually about the unfairness of a system they invented.

The dictionary definition of bigotry is 'stubborn and complete intolerance of any creed, belief, or opinion that differs from one's own.'

How many readers will be honest enough to admit this applies to them I found myself wondering and then felt the shame of realising it had applied to the writer as well.

The use of past tense is not a mistake as my eyes are now open to the harm this prevailing attitude is doing to our world.

Muggles first walked on the moon in the late nineteen sixties, have invented wonderful forms of entertainment and now most carry devices allowing instant communication to anywhere on the planet, while we wizards still tie pieces of parchment to the legs of birds.

Our bigoted views that other cultures have nothing to offer, far less improve our lives will be the death of our society as it stagnates under unjust laws born out of predigest and fear of the unknown.

I am a pureblood witch who has come to resent, even hate the bigoted baggage that goes along with that title therefore I, Rose Parkinson, of my own free will, publicly renounce my pureblood status.

I am proud to be a witch but no longer wish my birth status to determine how I am perceived in our society.

Rose had just made history as the first pureblood to renounce her status; she deliberately didn't mention her daughters as she was going to let them decide for themselves when they came of age. It was, after all, their choice to make.

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