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Apr. 22nd, 2004 | 11:46 pm

The idea that Mudbloods could be blamed for Riddle is shamelessly stolen from rhoddlet's brilliant Blood Destiny. The original quote of Nietzsche's is "God is dead, and we have killed him, you & I" from Thus Spake Zarusthra.

So yeah. My idea of the multilayered prejudices in the Wizarding World & the lengths to which Slytherins will go. Messy and complicated and- well. I suppose you'll see. Hermione!fic.

I would really appreciate your comments on this.





unsticking the shadow



The Daily Prophet is the only newspaper that sells on September 1st, 1998; even the usual Quibbler adherents suspend their moral objection to the Daily Prophet’s news and risk mass indoctrination by subliminal government charms woven into the stories just to read the statement released by You-Know-Who.

Hermione scratches the little Daily Prophet sigil at the top as she’s reading the article on the train to Hogwarts, and by the end she’s scraped a whole right through the entire sheaf. Ron whistles through his teeth when she shows him. “Nutters,” he says, but Hermione stares blankly ahead until Harry knocks on the door of her compartment with the same issue in his hands.




One definition of irony is: an incongruity between what is expected and what occurs.

Fact One: Voldemort is the leader of a Pureblood group and preaches against Mudbloods and Muggleborns in the Wizarding World.

Fact Two: Voldemort has a Muggle father.

Fact One and Two combine to create a situation or circumstance arising out of such an incongruity. This is another definition of irony.

From the Old French ironie, in turn from the Greek eir neia, which means “feigned ignorance”.

Hermione thinks that’s a bit ironic in itself.




Situational irony was used to great effect by a playwright by the name of William Shakespeare, and Hermione thinks there is something almost Shakespearian in the way that Voldemort begins his article by confessing his name and his heritage and ends it by using his own example to prove his point. Mudbloods are evil bastards, wizards and witches of the wizarding world- take look at how I turned out. Phrases like: a generation of crossbreed Dark Lords a coiled serpent of suppressed Muggle rage a sinister foe that walks among you and slowly drinks your blood.

The word “you” is what disturbs Hermione most about the entire piece.

“You” and “we”

“Them” and “us”

Voldemort has just placed himself on the side of the Muggleborns.

Hermione smiles suddenly.

It is beautiful and unspeakable.

Hermione meets Harry’s eyes and says, “Voldemort has just destroyed us.”




Harry and Ron don’t understand, and so Hermione just continues polishing her Head Girl badge. Polishing, polishing, pressing down with the cloth until her fingers are raw and swollen. Ron grabs her wrist and grimaces before casting a scourgify on the badge and it gleams more brightly than it ever would have done under her fingers. “Honestly, Hermione,” he says, taking the cloth and transfiguring it into a pillow to place behind his head. “Using a bleeding cloth. I mean, are you a witch or not?”

Malfoy and Parkinson comes into the Prefect’s Compartment just in time to hear that last part, but he’s so distracted that he just makes a clamped comment about how non-Prefects aren’t allowed, but of course certain people are special and Harry retorts angrily but leaves anyway. Malfoy stares out of the window and keeps whispering urgently to Pansy and gesturing to the front page of the Prophet. “Looks like he just ate a snot-flavoured Every-Flavour Bean,” Ron snickers, but Hermione knows that he’s upset because he’s daft. Malfoy’s lost in the first layer of irony, that initial shock reaction to the Dark Lord being a poor orphan boy with a Muggle daddy.

Fact and reversal.

Interlocking layers of irony sliding together on the front page of the Daily Prophet, and all Draco has to navigate them are pride and stupidity.

Hermione almost feels sorry for him. Or would if his side hadn’t just won.




It starts right there, when they’re getting off the train and trying to herd the first years into a group. Hermione’s huddles close together and follows her reluctantly, and when the last one steps onto the boats to take them across the Hogwarts moat he turns around and asks, “Do you really resent us?”

“Pardon?”

The boat pushes off, and the boy raises his voice slightly. “You’re Muggleborn, aren’t you?” He asks.

The Head Girl badge gleams on her chest, and Hermione runs her fingers along its edges absently. “Yes,” she calls back. “Yes, I am.”




The papers the next day are filled with follow-ups, and there’s a particular article on Page 4 questioning whether Hogwarts whether Hogwarts is cesspool of Muggleborns and antiwizard prejudice, because after all, everyone knows Dumbledore’s feelings on the matter. He’d hand the entire Wizarding World over to the Mudbloods in a heartbeat if he could- but of course, they don’t use the term Mudblood. It’s just squeezed into every blank space between the words. They mention her by name. Hermione Granger, appointed Head Girl this year, also happens to be a Muggleborn. Tacked to the end of the third paragraph which details Dumbledore’s pro-Muggleborn actions, like a list of his crimes. Proof positive of a conspiracy. Then there’s the article right on the next page which says that Hogwarts is a breeding ground for Death Eater sentiments, and in paragraph three, after talking about the fact that Death Eaters, Dark Creatures and suspected murderers who were imprisoned in Azkaban have all been on the Hogwarts staff and mentioning some of the Death Eater surnames of the Slytherin students, including that of Head Boy Draco Malfoy, is Hermione’s name and a little comment about how she’s been made Head Girl this year.

It finishes off by reminding readers of another intelligent, seemingly brave and Muggle-raised wizard who was Head Boy of Hogwarts.

The last sentence is what Hermione loves best.

Let us hope that history does not repeat itself.

She looks at the two articles and slowly butters her toast, feeling the flickerings of eyes on her face.

Layers of irony.

You almost have to admire him.




Parvati asks, “Why would he even reveal such a thing? I mean-,”

“This is just step one,” Hermione says, and they all look at her as if she has inside information. “Don’t you understand? He’s planning something. Something terrible and important.”

Ron shrugs and speaks through a mouthful of bangers and mash, “I dunno, Hermione. Maybe he’s just finally gone round the bend.”

“He would never risk alienating his primary support base without a plan. Never!” She gestures so impatiently that she spills her glass of pumpkin juice. It hits the table with a loud clap and shatters; a couple of the Gryffindors sitting nearby end up with slices on their arms and faces. Poppy Pomfrey bustles over and heals them up quickly, but half the school’s already looking at Hermione with fearful faces, as if they don’t quite believe it was an accident.

Later Harry rubs thoughtfully at his scar. “Don’t you think I’d have felt something. If he was planning something?”

“I don’t know, Harry, I just don’t know.”

He claps her on the shoulder. “About the articles-,”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I know how you feel, Hermione,” he looks decidedly uncomfortable. “It’ll blow over. It always has before.”

“Sure, Harry.”

He hesitates, like he wants to ask her something, and finally he does. “If you had to make a choice, Hermione, which side would you be on?”

Hermione doesn’t smile. “The good side, Harry.”

“I mean- between Muggles and Wizards.”

“It’d never come to that.”

“But if it did?”

“It just wouldn’t happen.”

“But-,”

“For God’s sake, Harry!”

He steps back a bit after that, and gives her a sheepish, uncertain sort of grin. “Sorry, Hermione. I know it won’t. I was just- I, uh--,” he pauses. “Like I said, it’ll blow over. And we’ll all stick by you.”

“Thanks, Harry,” she says, but after that he never quite looks at her the same.

Harry was raised by Muggles, of course, and Lily was a Muggleborn, but there’s nothing in the Muggle world for him.

Hermione knows exactly what his answer would be.

If it comes down to that.




“Plotting someone’s murder, Granger?” Malfoy asks casually in front of Arithmancy, in the full hearing of the other Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs who take the advanced class. No other Gryffindors, though; Malfoy knows how to choose his moments.

“Shouldn’t you be asking that question to your father, Malfoy?”

He smiles distantly. “You just wait and see, Mudblood.”

The word rolls off his tongue and he’s twisting her arm as he says it, and they’re all watching.

She pulls her arm out of Malfoy’s grip and leans close, close enough for their Head Boy and Head Girl badges to click against each other, close enough for her lips to graze his cheek when she says, “You can only really hate something you understand.”

“Get off me, Mudblood!” He pushes her and her back slams hard against the wall, but she’s smiling, smiling.

Justin Finch-Fletchley make a movement to stop him, but Susan Bones holds his hand. “Let their kind sort out their differences themselves,” she hisses, and both Draco and Hermione turn and look right at her.

“Our kind?” His voice is thin and incredulous.

Layers of irony.

Hermione stands up tall, ignoring the pain shooting up her back. ““There isn’t much of of a line between worship and revulsion any more, is there?” She asks, before walking into Arithmancy.




The entire school hears about it, of course, and that’s the evening that Colin Creevey casually drops a note in her lap as he slides past her at dinner.

Astronomy Tower. 11pm. Come alone.

She’s half-expecting him to jump out and offer her a bunch of roses or something equally silly when she turns up, which is why she’s especially surprised when there’s a whole group of people sitting in a circle on the floor. Colin and Dennis Creevey, Michael Corner, Stewart Ackerly, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Daphne Greengrass, Eloise Midgeon-- a few more crowded away from the light, and off to a corner, Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Seamus stands up, glances at Hermione and then says, “I guess you all know why you’re here.”

Hermione nods. “Sure,” she says. “We’re all Mudbloods.”

Eloise Midgeon snaps, “Don’t use that word.”

Daphne Greengrass makes a face. “Why not, Midgeon?” She asks. “Everyone else is.”




After that, Dean and Seamus start hanging around her a lot more. So much so that Parvati and Lavender corner her in the girls’ bathroom one day and ask her exactly what she’s done to them, whether she really is brewing love potions like Rita Skeeter said a couple of years ago. Hermione raises an eyebrow. “I am, actually. Three galleons a bottle, girls. You interested?” She’s so deadpan that they don’t quite know whether she’s joking.

In fact, all of them do, even Justin, who comes around a bit later and apologises to her in the corridor. “It was just-- convincing, you know. And everyone was saying it.”

“I know.”

“They don’t really get it, do they, Hermione?”

They enter the Great Hall, and Hermione spot Ron and Harry waving and smiling at her. She smiles back at them. “No, Justin. Not really.”

“Them” and “us”

Hermione bites her lip every time Colin or Stewart or Eloise calls for a meeting, but when Michael and Colin slide behind Daphne in the hallway with their wands out when a group of sixth-year Ravenclaws call her Death Eater scum, Hermione’s bloody glad there’s an “us”, because there’s no doubt that there’s a “them”. There’s a “them” and a “them” and a “them”, and most of the time Hermione’s only ever sure of the “us”.




Hermione reads the papers in the morning and keeps saying, “It’s coming. He’s planning something.”

“It’s really quiet. Dad says that attacks are at an all time low.”

“The lull before the storm?” Seamus offers, and Ron glares at him.




Finally, Hermione turns in her badge. Places it face-up on Dumbledore’s table, right beside a stack of letters from the Ministry of Magic.

He looks at her gravely. “What do you mean by this, Hermione?”

“I can’t do my duties any more, Professor,” she shrugs her shoulders, and it’s that simple. Nothing’s ever that simple. “The first-and-second-years flinch every time I try and tell them to do something, and last week when I handed out a detention one of them asked whether it was because he was a Pureblood.”

“Your resignation will solve nothing.”

Hermione tilts her head. “There have been six fights since the school year started between Purebloods and non-Purebloods. And I’m not just talking about the Slytherins, Professor- in fact, most of them think that we’re in league with the Death Eaters. Having a Muggleborn Head Girl just serves to fuel the tensions. If I pick on someone, it’s antiwizard sentiment, if I’m nice to someone, he or she has Death Eater sympathies. More than that, Professor- something is coming. Something is coming and we must be prepared. I don’t have the time for my duties anymore.”

Dumbledore picks up her badge. “How easily he has torn us to pieces, my dear.”




Harry and Ron stare at her chest when she comes down to dinner, and if it were any other time she’d have been amused or flattered or both, but she just presses her lips together. “What have you done?”

“I resigned.”

“Just because of- because-,”

“It’s better this way. Come on, Ron, even you were getting disrespected because of me. Because you’re my friend.”

Harry steps in front of Ron. “What do you mean? You’re letting those bigots win, Hermione. You’re the last person that I thought would give up.”

“I’m not giving up.”

“Hermione- you have to stay in your position and stand up for what’s right. You have to fight, like you always do.”

She nods and says, “Yes. But this isn’t the right battle.”




Parvati almost collides into Hermione that morning and she’s laughing and smiling and clutching the Daily Prophet in her hands like it’s a crystal ball. “You were wrong, you were so wrong,” she says, thrusting the paper at her.

Hermione scans the headline and has to sit down.

Voldemort has been deserted by his Death Eaters and has fled the nation.

There is no more threat.

Layers of irony, and Hermione thinks she might just have slipped between them.




“We have to remember,” Hermione says, looking around at the other Muggleborns and Halfbloods. “Wizards are not the enemy, and we’re not theirs. Remember Norvel Twonk, who died saving a Muggle child from a Manticore. Merlin who created the Order of Merlin and was one of the first proponents of Muggle rights. Carlotta Pinkstone, who campaigned for the abolition of the Statute of Secrecy. Tilly Toke-,”

“Tilly Toke, who Obliviated the Muggles she saved. Erased the nasty little fact that some of their friends and family had died on that beach, attacked by a dragon. And she was given the Order of Merlin for it,” Daphne interrupts.

“They’re not our enemies.”

“If it came down to it, Hermione, who would you choose?” Michael asks, slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“Between the Purebloods and us.”

“It’d never come to that.”

Eloise holds Justin’s hand and nods. “Yeah, exactly.”

Seamus shrugs his shoulders carefully. “But if it does?”

She looks at them, at the way a couple of the children have shifted up closer to Daphne and Michael and how some lean towards Eloise and her. “How easily he has torn us to pieces,” she repeats.




A week later and Lucius Malfoy’s sitting at a press conference and saying the words, “a third way.”

It’s almost ritualistic, the way the Death Eaters- former Death Eaters- step out in front of the cameras and roll up their sleeves and expose their Dark Marks to the world.

Lucius is the last to do so.

“We will continue to wear these marks as a reminder of the past, a reminder of the deceptiveness and cunning of the Muggleborns. And yes, as symbols of our shame. Even though it was against our will, we have been used as pawns in the Mudblood agenda,” he stands up and bangs his hand on the table. “No longer.”



What are your policies, Mr. Malfoy?



Seamus reads the article about the tortures Voldemort inflicted on Lucius and the heroic story of how he masterminded their desertion over her shoulder. “They’re gaining ground,” he says.

“Hardly.”

“Eight members of the Wizengamot have joined the Party- including Madam Amelia Bones. Publicly. Who knows how many else?”

“It’s ludicrous. They’re Death Eaters, for God’s sake.”

Seamus shakes his head. “That’s You-Know-Who’s fault, not theirs, remember?” He says, impatiently. “They’re speaking to the fears of the wizard on the street.”

“They’re speaking about taking Muggleborn witches and wizards from their parents cribs. They’re speaking about banning Magimuggle marriages. They speaking about us and how we’re destroying Wizard Society, Seamus.”

“Yeah, Hermione. They’re speaking about us, and we’re what the wizard on the street seems to be most afraid of these days.”



The papers say- the Popular Front for Magical Equality.

The papers say- a renunciation of violence and militancy.



Susan Bones stops Draco Malfoy outside Arithmancy, and while Hermione is within hearing distance says, “I’m sorry, Draco. It seems that I got it wrong. I’m glad your father’s all right, after all he’s been through.”

Draco smiles, both at Susan and Hermione. “Don’t worry about it, Susan. It was a misunderstanding.”

“The Nazis called it negative cohesion,” she whispers to Justin as they walk into the classroom. “Fear brings people together.”




Harry says, “Voldemort must be behind this.”

That summer, when Harry’s off in Eastern Europe or Asia somewhere trying to find Voldemort and the election campaigns have kicked into high fear, Hermione realises that they’ve been chasing the wrong nightmare all this time.

She turns up the volume on the radio and hears one of the Daily Prophet reporters interviewing Amelia Bones about her recent political conversion.

“We all make choices,” she says, in that clear and calm and reasonable voice. “We cannot risk another You-Know-Who.”



“We have created him.” She says that to Harry once, when he comes back with his hands empty after a month of searching. “We have created Voldemort, you and I.”

That’s the first time he actually looks at her like a stranger. “Perhaps,” he spits. “But I will kill him myself.”



Hermione realises: it doesn’t really matter whether Voldemort lives or dies.


Layers of irony that slip under her feet.



Voldemort is just a choice.


Voldemort is just a face for the Wizarding World to stick on the front of “them”.



Today, Voldemort is her face.




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lils

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from: tehlils
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 12:04 pm (UTC)
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That. Was. Brilliant. It has my mind whiriling with thoughts and ideas. And I keep seeing bits of restituere in there. It's just... wow. Excellent job.

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lils

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from: tehlils
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 12:05 pm (UTC)
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and I can't type. Should be whirling not whiriling.

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L. Valerius

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from: datta
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 12:22 pm (UTC)
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Oh my.

That's creepy, and somehow awfully plausible. I suppose it always strikes me this way when I read your fics; you just seem to look at things in a way I never even thought about.

My hat is off to you.

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Loyaulte Me Lie

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from: shocolate
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:01 pm (UTC)
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Shit.

And I don't have a thoughtful icon, as mine are all cute, so I will use this one.

That was a really important piece of work. I keep telling people that all the children reading HP will get the anti-fascist stuff in the mudblood scene, but this takes it way beyond that.

It's wonderful to find something so thought provoking - especially alongside the Dobby/Squid and Tinkerbell/Lucius I've read lately. Kudos.

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these points of data make a beautiful line

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from: biichan
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:37 pm (UTC)
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Wow.

That's... it's, well, wow.

It's so damn plausible, that's what it is. And it's brilliant, brilliant Hermionefic.

I don't know what else to say, except your fic made me think. A hell of a lot.

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from: adolfa
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:38 pm (UTC)
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You killed me DEAD, you do realize.


The only thing that stood out was the 'election' bit - I don't think they have them in the WW; unless my memory fails me, Dumbledore was asked to accept a position as Minister and turned it down. Other than that, fsdfdsgafhsdaljfsgsdg \:D/

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BATHROOM ACCESSORIES ARE NOT SAFE FROM RYAN ROSS

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from: prurient_badger
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:41 pm (UTC)
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At last, have icon that almost fits with the ocassion!

That was wonderful. Like a brilliant meta, only much more interesting to read.
This is what J.K.Rowling should do with the Potterverse, would be far more realistic (in so far as you can apply a concept like 'realistic' to Harry Potter) than the more probable 'Harry kills Voldemort, Hurrah! Hurrah!' ending.

To sum up: I love it, I love you, I suddenly love Hermione. Bizarre. :)

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from: dragonelle_fics
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:42 pm (UTC)
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After your drabble about wand-snapping and the Muggle Protection Act, I wished that someone would come up with this story. I mean, not this story exactly, but a story in which the values of the wizarding community are turned on their heads by rhetoric and labels so infused with meaning that they've become meaningless. I love how relevant it is to real-world politics, despite the fact that it's firmly grounded in the Potterverse.

Your Hermione is wonderful-- so perceptive, yet unable to predict what's happening quickly enough-- and I admire the fact that the story never loses sight of the fact that Voldemort's agenda affects her personally.

Particularly enjoyable: the bit where Malfoy is included in the phrase "their kind."

Erm. Anyway. You're amazing.

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RESPECTAWIGGLE MUDDIGGLE

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from: elfiepike
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 02:11 pm (UTC)
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incredible. the whole us vs. them was perfect; it's something so easy to identify as something that tears apart communities but so so so difficult to stop.

the way you included irony--especially the definition of it--was awesome.

there are a couple of minor formatting errors: ignoring the pain shooting up her back. ““There isn’t much of of a line between and questioning whether Hogwarts whether Hogwarts is cesspool of Muggleborns.

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DELICIOUS THE SILVER-TONGUED

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from: alibi_factory
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 02:19 pm (UTC)
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.


*dies*

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DELICIOUS THE SILVER-TONGUED

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from: alibi_factory
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)
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Ok, so I tottered off, tottered back again, and now I'm a little more coherent.


This is one of the most brilliantly thought-out fics I've ever read. From the plot (oh! the plot!) to the characterizations to just these little lines that stab me in the heart.

The definitions do more to set up Hermione's mindset than any She felt paragraph could ever do. And Harry, Harry's just clueless. But perfectly so: from the well-meaning befuddlement to angry detachment, it's canon!Harry from a less biased view. Then Draco, with his horror at being lumped in with Hermione, and Justin Finch-Fletchly, and everyone.

So you've got this bone-chilling plot, fuckin' spot-on characterizations, and then you have the nerve to go on and write everything so goddamn beautifully it makes my brain dribble out my ear


<33333333333333333333333.

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koanju

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from: verstehen
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 02:46 pm (UTC)
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Wah. *feels guilty*

I love the concept here. LOVE IT. It's wonderful that with just that one article, Voldemort capitalizes on his heritage and furthers the dissent between people in the WW. That's brilliant.

What I really don't like here is that Harry doesn't get the significance of the article. Especially post OOTP. That strikes me as terribly wrong. He's been worrying about the connection between himself and Voldemort since he was twelve, he's spent time being thought of -- over two years -- as the next Dark Lord, and his upbringing is similar to that (within the Muggle world) of Voldemort's... and... Apparently he's a moron. He doesn't get how the article destroys them. Right there, that was completely unbelievable and tainted the whole story for me, even more so when he actually questions Hermione.

I think, it's possible to do this, keep Harry in the dark. It would work better if Harry were younger. Because he does grow up throughout the books and even in PoA or GoF, he's really good at pushing things that make him uncomfortable away and not thinking about them. In OOTP, he confronts those things. He's forced to confront those things.

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lonestarkate

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from: lonestarkate
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 03:24 pm (UTC)
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Oh, that was brilliant...just so...{there is not a word for the concept}.

*adds to memories*

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Lily

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from: moondanger
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 04:41 pm (UTC)
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That was a pretzel of absolute brilliance, and I would willingly choke to death on it.

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from: ex_monochro174
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 07:02 pm (UTC)
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OMFG.

OMFG. OMFG. YOU.

*worships blatantly*

This is the last thing I ever . . . oh, god. YES. YES. OMFG.

Brilliance.

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amber

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from: bentley
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 07:26 pm (UTC)
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“Honestly, Hermione,” he says, taking the cloth and transfiguring it into a pillow to place behind his head. “Using a bleeding cloth. I mean, are you a witch or not?”

I don't like Hermione. I think I like her even less, now. But the subtle manipulations of Voldemort - or should I say, Voldemorts ideals, with Malfoy at the front of them, but I'm sure it would have been Voldemort who put the Deah Eaters up to it - were stunning, with the subtle twist (irony - almost reverse psychology) wherein by admitting what he is he actually acheives his goal.

Once again, you use repetition masterfully (the papers say) with the slightly incoherent coherence and imagery that always makes your fics a ew steps away from poetry, and show the amazing knowledge of everything - the references to the Nazi's, the politics, the defentitions and "it comes from", the theories of Hermione, her own quiet knowledge... hell, Pogrebin, I am beyond awe. This is the kind of fic that makes me want to sit down and take a few deep breaths and swear never to write anything ever again because - could it match this?

Hermione nods. “Sure,” she says. “We’re all Mudbloods.”

Eloise Midgeon snaps, “Don’t use that word.”

Daphne Greengrass makes a face. “Why not, Midgeon?” She asks. “Everyone else is.”


You never answer the question of which side Hermione would choose straight out, and I love that. The ambiguity of her "Mudblood" status throughout the whole five books is something Rowling needs to go deeper into, I feel.

There are so many things to be delighted about, here. Her repetition of Dumbledore's words. All my little italisiced quotes here (sorry, I can't pick just one favourite line.) The way you show that a society must have something to fear, and how when the 'evil' wizards mingle with the 'good' wizards the only threat left to challenge is the Muggleborns.

She pulls her arm out of Malfoy’s grip and leans close, close enough for their Head Boy and Head Girl badges to click against each other, close enough for her lips to graze his cheek when she says, “You can only really hate something you understand.”

If only you could write political-minded fanfiction for your finals. You'd do bloody brilliantly.

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Britta

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from: balcarin
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 08:48 pm (UTC)
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lysrouge posted a rec for this in her LJ and I just wanted to say I thought it was faboulous. Your characterization is lovely. Very thought provoking plot also. One can only hope that JKR takes a hint and makes the rest of her novels as complex as you made this short story.

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Pogrebin

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from: pogrebin
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 09:14 pm (UTC)
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Well, I was actually quite pleased with OotP developments, you know. Loved the greyness & the Ministry of Magic, and I think Dumbledore is slowly trying to introduce these themes a la the Fountain of Magical Brethren. But I guess we'll just have to wait and see. *G*

Thanks. <3.

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from: calligramme
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 09:03 pm (UTC)
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Pogrebin, I have read this nine times now, and my head is spinning. You make me want to write fanfic based on your stories.

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Pogrebin

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from: pogrebin
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 09:11 pm (UTC)
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Ahahahaha. <33333333.

That would be amazing-- though you'd just show me up with the brilliance of your stories, and people would be wondering what the hell they were reading me in the first place for. *G*

*ADORES*

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tagore

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from: tagore
date: Apr. 22nd, 2004 10:11 pm (UTC)
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This is gripping and thought provoking and haunting and all sorts of other -ings. Such a wonderfully spare story, but it packs quite a wallop. Thank you.

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from: theo_fabula
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 12:15 am (UTC)
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I'll have to try to transcend the liked/didn't like -axel in this case, because I really don't think I can bend either way.

You interwove Potterverse and masked historical facts into a complex fabric, and the outcome is very intelligent and very very interesting. You've got a way with highly personal writing style.

There are things I didn't like, though. Despite how good this fic is written, I just can't agree with some points.
As Hermione is the main character and also Mudblood, it seems to me this fic subjugates too much to her: she becomes more the only Mudblood and not just a Mudblood. Other characters seem shushed and so much less interesting. I don't know if it's a conscious choice; well, again the only justification for my criticism is just that I can't agree.

Harry was raised by Muggles, of course, and Lily was a Muggleborn, but there’s nothing in the Muggle world for him. Erm, I blatantly disagree.
That’s the first time he actually looks at her like a stranger. “Perhaps,” he spits. “But I will kill him myself.”
And again.
It seems to me you're taking the easy way out here concentrating so much on the development of one character that the others are marionettes as to colour the background. Harry seems so simple, so small.
I admire how you use canon to cultivate your plots, but don't estrange too much from it. He did survive the Chamber of Secrets and the Triwizard and not only because because he wants to be the one to kill Voldemort.

Hermione stands up tall, ignoring the pain shooting up her back. ““There isn’t much of of a line between worship and revulsion any more, is there?” She asks, before walking into Arithmancy.
Also, sometimes I feel you're putting wonderful but improbable words in your characters mouths. This is a moment of revelation, something that comes after you've left the scene; no one can be quite so eloquent.

But I liked the juxtaposition of them and us. Reminds me of crammed class-rooms and taking furious notes on WWII. In you fics Voldemort always seems to me an allusion to Hitler, and while this is an interesting point of view I don't think you're always doing him justice. (To me, Hitler and the Nazis are a bit too overused already, and in this case I can't feel comfortable reading a variation of the same theme.) Voldemort's not too complicated a character as in his quest for power he destroys in himself nearly everything human, but in this fic he renounces his war, his plans so dubiously. On the other hand all despots always do.

If you like to tell me what you think, I'd be lovely. As I don't think I've expressed my points so well as I would have liked.

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mr profit's girl friday (and all week long)

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from: tiferet
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 01:13 am (UTC)
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Every day He writes the book, eh?

Brilliant, as always.

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DELICIOUS THE SILVER-TONGUED

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from: alibi_factory
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 01:58 pm (UTC)
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Elvis???

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from: malecrit
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 02:00 am (UTC)
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It's like two in the morning and I'm not entirely conscious, but wow. This is clever and brilliant and beautifully written, as always.

I'm taking a class on Germany from WWI and WII and a class on liberalism and contemporary political writing, and they keep giving me these vague Potterish ideas, but ... I could never turn them into something like this!

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Kate Lynn

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from: katers007
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 02:07 am (UTC)
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I am really quite impressed. I've read several of your works now thanks to Breese introducing me to them, and I'm so glad of it. I love the ideas behind your stories, and you always have a really unique way of getting those ideas across. The ending especially to this was provoking, and felt very true to the characters' POV. I can't go into greater detail right now since it's five am and I'm brain dead, but just had to say how impressed I am.

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Kate Lynn

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from: katers007
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 02:10 am (UTC)
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Oh, and yeah, finals. *twitches* I'll join you. What are those? I don't have them next week. Definitely not... *submerges into blissful denial*

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from: s8219
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 02:10 am (UTC)
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::just stares:: You just continue to raise the bar for yourself, every single time. I have no idea how you do it. I want to say something stunning to congratulate you on this *fantastic* story, but I can't think of anything worthy enough. Hermione is perfect, and your ironies and 'us and them' was... wow. I continue to worship you *G*

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what happened to the '90s :(

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from: i_smile
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 06:14 am (UTC)
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I thought that was awesome. I loved how no one who wasn't Muggleborn didn't get it at all (although I think Harry probably would've understood a bit more than he did--some of what he said sounded more like Ron to me, like questioning Hermione on which side she'd choose), and even those who were didn't all totally understand. And even Hermione didn't understand everything in time to do something about it. How Voldemort did what he meant to do by the article but still lost his backers. All the us vs. them. The parallels (down to using the same words). The definition of irony, and its use throughout the piece.

The last few lines didn't really seem to fit--they had the conclusion, but it doesn't feel as well-crafted as the rest. Maybe it's the spacing? Some of it seems like it'd do better if it weren't on its own, not because it's not startling-yet-so-obvious, but because as it is, it empasises so much that it might take some of the attention off of itself. Er. I'm not sure how to say what I mean, but as an example, if you PUT THE CONCLUSION IN CAPS-LOCK SO WE'RE SURE TO SEE WHAT IT MEANS, it might be less effective than if you put the CONCLUSION in caps-lock so we're SURE to see what it MEANS. And there's something to be said for the meaning of a piece being understated. (Maybe if, of the end, only "Layers of irony..." and the last line were on their own?) But, of course, that's just me saying it. And you're the one who managed to write that. So. :)

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Lassiter

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from: twoskeletons
date: Apr. 23rd, 2004 08:35 am (UTC)
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Hermione’s bloody glad there’s an “us”, because there’s no doubt that there’s a “them”.
Awesome how you build up to this epiphany, 'cos this sentence just packs a punch.

Dumbledore picks up her badge. “How easily he has torn us to pieces, my dear.”
I so can see this being said in a war movie. Any war movie. I just can. It just seems so typical (not in a bad way), the way some high-ranking but well-intentioned and observant character senses that something badshit this way comes.

She nods and says, “Yes. But this isn’t the right battle.”
I love this entire section.

“We will continue to wear these marks as a reminder of the past, a reminder of the deceptiveness and cunning of the Muggleborns. And yes, as symbols of our shame. Even though it was against our will, we have been used as pawns in the Mudblood agenda,” he stands up and bangs his hand on the table. “No longer.”
Reminds me of the numbers tattooed on the Jews. Makes me tip my head to the side and go "hmm" in a contemplative sort of manner. Clever and makesyouthink(maybe).

“The Nazis called it negative cohesion,” she whispers to Justin as they walk into the classroom. “Fear brings people together.”
<3

Wait, hold still just a moment, there's a fly the size of a you are so an IB History student just landed on your head.

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from: inbetweens
date: Aug. 22nd, 2004 07:40 pm (UTC)
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Wait, hold still just a moment, there's a fly the size of a you are so an IB History student just landed on your head.

*snorts in the way only survivors of IB History can*

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