student assignments!!

[Tant kemp/Tony Kemp]

Essays placed here pleased ill make a table for all your grades soon

[Valeriana Le-Ang]

Point of view of Valeriana Le-Ang
(Ministry Employee for Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophies, Obliviator Headquarters during the First Wizarding war)

Ms. Kemp, I hope you don't mind but I took advantage of placing myself near to the epicenter of the First Wizarding War. I think it would be nice to give voice to those anonymous people who turned victims during that time. Thank you.

Entry 1: 1973, June 20

The obliviators have been frantic. There seemed to be a massive amount of events that need their services and it has become troublesome. Usually the maximum numbers of requests that we get is about forty locations a day...now it's almost a hundred. It pains me to think that something is adrift. As a loyal ministry employee, I'd hate to think that the ministry itself is keeping things from us but I can't seem to shake off that feeling.

I had already asked my superior regarding the matter and he had informed me that it was only a slight fluctuation. He said that it will eventually wither in number. With all my heart, I sincerely hope so. It has started to alarm the news papers and civilians. I'm sure that we will be the talk of the town tomorrow morning. What are we going to tell the public? I have no answers. I'm not even sure that I know the questions. All that exist now are speculations. Most of my colleagues chose to keep quiet to avoid conflict. I cannot promise that I can do that.

Enrty 2: 1973, August 15

The high numbers of requests seems to be continuing and even rising up. Sooner or later, we're going to have a shortage of employees. I have observed that most of the numbers are wizards now, which is highly unusual for the ministry. Why would we need to obliviate wizards? Surely, this is not just a matter of the secrecy of the wizarding world. I am having doubts as to where these orders are coming from.

One particular site that we went to was horrific that I'd want myself to be obliviated. A neighborhood with magically murdered muggles. Most looked unharmed, sitting still, pale and dead. There was one particular body that, as I think about it, makes me want to vomit out my insides. It was in crisps and was hardly recognizable as a human body. It looked like the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee had a hard time trying to come up with possible excuses for this site with only one seemingly hurt body but most of them just dropped dead. We had to obliviate some of the neighbors who, they say, had witnessed an attack. It was hard for me since it was the first time that we actually had to erase a whole existence of a person. Like a pencil mark that needed erasing.

I hope we get answers soon. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to do some digging myself.

Entry 3: 1973, September 3

I am tired, covered in muck and heart-broken but, alas, my superior had revealed to me the true nature of these strange events. So far I do not have proof to jump into conclusions but, I can tell that according to him, this is a siege. An attack on the ministry. A seemingly ingenious ploy to show the incompetence of the ministry to the public.

I saw a dead child today. In a seemingly normal neighborhood. According to my colleagues, the child had magical abilities though born of muggle parents. A muggleborn. It looked like it was just sleeping. So serene and innocent...Those bastards have nothing better to do than play god. A child?? An innocent child?? The ministry doesn't want it connected in any way to the Wizarding world. No deaths at all. I hope to get this out to the press but this might cost me, not only my job, but also my life. And I fear now. A war. Something a handful cannot survive. I wonder if it would be me...

Entry 4: 1973, December 18

It has been a while since I've gotten around to writing. Times have changed. Drastically.

All has been kept quiet these days. Reports of rumors kept getting onto the front page of the newspapers but none are confirmed. I know different. We are, indeed, at war. People are dying, disappearing and reappearing with no trances of memory at all. It's been hard trying to collaborate with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Because of the need to know basis, we're practically flying blind into sites, fearing whether or not a Deatheater will be waiting for us there. My family fears for me but I am better off here-- helping. I have told them to stay abroad where they will be safer. I regret that I wouldn't be able to spend Christmas with them. My duty calls and these people need me.

I wonder if foreign wizarding government shall be helping us or will they leave us to rot? I hope of help but if I were running things, I wouldn't help the British government either. Best to stay away from conflict as much as I can.

Christmas is weary. It makes me wonder if this veil of doubt will continue to reign over the wizarding world.

Entry 5: 1974, January 10

Our superior gave us speech today. A likely ordinance. We are to help Law Enforcement patrol the streets at night. The terror has been escalating since the rumors of deaths and disappearances had surfaced through The Daily Prophet. I am one to agree with the ministry's decision to keep it quiet. An announcement of the truth would cause mass hysteria and panic which could cause even more deaths and disappearances. It is not uncommon for people to take justice into their own hands. I can only imagine the chaos. Wrong accusations and all. He-who-must-not-be-named would be gloriously jubilliant.

He also said something about sacrifice for the greater good. I think this means that they are readying us for what harm can come upon us during those duties of patrolling. I can understand that and I am ready for whatever it takes to end this war. These people ARE worth dying for and the ministry will take all measures to do that.

Entry 6: 1974, January 30

I have received an order to come to the office immediately. It's 3 in the morning and I've just gotten back from my patrolling duties. It bothers me to think that such a job for obliviators can bring about this much panic inside our office. He says that this is just another job. It just so happens that there were a lot of obliviation needed in the site and quickly. I've heard of such a thing. Ordinary and unrelated to the war but I have a feeling that this has something to do with the war itself. Why else would he be calling in the whole squad in the middle of the night if there were more than enough capable bodies in duty during these hours? I feel scared and troubled. I've just talked to a colleague of mine and she doubts the sincerity of our superior's reassurances. Nonetheless, she will heed the calls too.

I shall leave this journal hidden in hopes that I shall return and be the one to open it again. If not, then I can only pray that I shall be remembered. My last prayer will be for the end of this war and the victory of the good.

[Tant kemp/Tony Kemp]

It's exellent, very creative. "claps" thankyou so much for putting it in so quick, 50 points for Slytherin

[Klera Elric]

Werewolf/ Vampires war in 1804, The Vampires lost

Entry One
Dairy 13/2/1804
I can’t believe the betrayal of them! I never trusted those wolfs from the start but for years Vampires and werewolf’s had trust and a treaty not to be broken, and now it will soon be the declaration of war.
Those man wolfs attacked our kind for reasons we are not sure, they suddenly broke out slaughtering killing coldly, I managed to take my family away from out once safe village we are hiding in high caves above the ocean. The view is lovely at night but we miss our village and our home! I’m watching my youngest son Kay starting to walk, he is a strong little Vampire, my beautiful wife shouldn’t have to go through this war, our eldest child a daughter...even though i dearly wanted my first to be a son, she is like any warrior surprisingly, she is as good as a son would be. Strong and independent, she wants to go back and fight off these werewolf’s like myself, but family comes first.
How we are going to leave our current location and rejoin with others of our kind, other Vampires we are not sure because he parted fleeing for safety. I hope we soon come up with a solution.


Entry Two-
Dairy 18/2/1804
Good news Diary! We managed to find our group when we moved from the cliff caves, so many of us had died but they joined with another Vampire clan several miles away from our one, There had been rumour that the werewolf’s had wished to enlarging their territory and wanted Vampires off it.
This defiantly is going to start a war if it hasn’t already; people are getting prepared for fighting. My daughter even turned to me tonight and say ‘Dad I’m going to fight these wolfs and help get our land back!” I was so proud of her, my wife looked as if she was going to have a fit and attempted to argue. My word is the final one in the family I told her to be silent and let her go if she wishes, that was the end of the argument.
I am going to be joining in with this war that has been declared official, we are going out the night after tomorrow, we should be fully prepared and lunge surprise attack our time of arriving there should be during the day they were weakest then, as we are. But we shall attack just as the sun is lowering and they are becoming the beasts which they proven themselves to truly be.






Entry Three-
Dairy 20/2/1804
War, that what we are in the middle of our ‘surprise attack’ didn’t go down so well, we got there safely i kept my daughter by my side the whole time paranoid she would react to something rashly and without thinking first, she gets that from her mother.
We were attacking as they were changing, and they were just as prepared as we were they didn’t take as long to change as we had hopped and we were right into the centre of a trap, they came out from every angle we had no other choice but to attempt to fight them off, we were losing fairly badly. The second string of Vampires we had waiting on the out skirts of OUR village! They came rushing in to help us, if it wasn’t for them we surely would of gone down without a hope.
Unfortunately they didn’t kill all of us, but they caught us as slaves, I’m...well I’m not sure where i am at the moment i had a bag thrown over my head after several wolfs dragged me down and carried me and others off into these odd cells underground, I can’t break the bars and some sort of magic. We believe they have the help from witches and wizards, they broke our treaty!
I’m most worried for my daughter now, is she alive or dead? Is she somewhere underground in these cells like me? Did she manage to escape? Questions in my mind distract me from finding a way to escape. Never will Vampires trust werewolves again after this.


Entry four-
Diary- 29/2/1804
Several nights of waiting in these cold cells, we are all starving and those bastard werewolf’s, they eat fresh meats in front of us laugh at us as we smell the raw blood stiff dripping from the food. I watch as several Vampires go mad in their own mind frightened and hungry it really is a terrifying sight.
I glare at these wolfs from behind my bars and still wonder is my daughter ok? I attempted to talk to one of them and ask if they had brought in a girl describing her as fairly tall and strong for a female with a glowing black with a reddish tinge to her hair and bright moon like eyes with dark holes through the centre of the moon, the werewolf laughed and told me to be quiet apparently ‘all vampires look the same’ to them, That made me sick with the thought they couldn’t see us as individual people. They saw us as a bunch of creatures all the same.






Entry five-
Diary- 4/3/1804
They let several of us out of our cells tonight, we are all weak and starving the lack of moonlight and no food what so ever, we don’t have the strength to fight and of them, but somehow the brave of our kind attempted ones with strong sprit I don’t know where they got it from but they tried to fight with the wolfs. They all failed and were killed.
A large wolf laughed and spoke his voice rough like a wolf spoke up loudly from the group of them, ”Don’t bother trying to fight us Vampires! We win and you are all going to die sooner or later, we will make you all suffer as we did while we shared OUR land which you all stole form us centuries ago!”
I felt sick as he said this, their land? It wasn’t i couldn’t keep my mouth shut I spoke out.”That was years ago and now we tried to live in harmony you beasts ruined that!” I was punished instantly by a wolf slamming me in the gut and telling me to shut up, I caved to my knees and did as was told. I couldn’t find my daughter in amongst the group i was let out with, that doesn’t mean she is dead but it doesn’t help me with my spirits. I hope she is ok.

After our trip outside we were all greeted with a small bowl of blood, it wasn’t enough to satisfy us but what else could we do it was enough to keep us alive for now.

Entry six-
7/9/1804
Six months here and the wolfs have a new sport, they take the most starved ones of us place us in the centre of the cells where we all can watch and the wolfs stand above the ground watching as they stick two of more Vampires in together. The idea of this sport is for us to kill each other and whoever is still alive is granted with a whole body freshly killed.
It truly is a sickening sport, no matter how hungry I am I would never attempt to kill another of my kind for this, I would rather starve. To watch our own kind, Vampires to kill other Vampires like this. It really is horrible.
I hope I die soon I can’t take much more of this, so many of us has committed suicide or attempted to fight off the wolfs all of which died, there is no escaping from here, the man wolfs are too much clever and thought so much ahead of us. The attack we planned was reckless and because of our mistake we are all going to die. I will never see my family again and that is it.





Entry Seven-
Diary 4/1/1804
The worst happened tonight...and after i right this and slip this diary in the pouch of the owl that was sent to me I am going to kill myself or find someone to kill me, Normal ruin for the night a small walk outside and then back in the cells none of us was granted any food instead they brought out two Vampires and placed them in the centre to fight..My daughter was in there, and so was a stranger vampire from our village.

I was shocked to see all the strength, that beautiful strength my daughter possessed...gone! she was fragile and weak and stumbled with every step all her clothes torn and her beautiful face and skin scared as many of us have but never would i imagine her face to be so different when i picture her to see my wife and my pride and joy of a child, Its torture to watch her as she glared at the other Vampires and attempted to kill. The furious scream she gave as she lost!
I watched my daughter fall onto her back and the other bite into her throat slicing her up to nothing! The bastard werewolf’s above laughed with joy at the sight, i couldn’t stand and watch i smashed my hands and fists against the bars crying out for him to stop not to kill her do anything, but it was too late and all my hope drained away.

I was glad to have a owl from my dear wife on the outside still free still safe, I wish them good luck dearly and hope they take this diary somewhere where our story can be heard from the inside,
A letter I want to give to them- My beautiful wife and son, how It kills me to have lost one child and now I am going to leave you all in this world for yourself, how i couldn’t watch my only son grow up strong to be a man.

I hope now that he is the man of the house to take care of my darling wife and pray whatever memories he has of my to cherish, i wish you luck and give you all my love so much. I die the same night as our daughter did also, please be safe and never trust another werewolf, don’t try and save us it’s over there is less them 20 of us left including me.
I’m afraid of death, but staying alive is worst, that is all I have to say.
Again I love you all my family, please take care
Dallas.

[Tant kemp/Tony Kemp]

Great 50 to gyffindor

[Ronit Virani]

Giant-Wizard war

November 20, 1782
It’s bitterly cold here. We are far away from the village now, but I can still here those crashes. I hate to imagine what must be going on there. It has just been a day and I am already missing home, but there is no way back. Not anytime sooner, anyway. Home, it must be in rubbles now along with the rest of the village. I will never forget this morning. Hearing about those Giant attacks is so much different than experiencing. It felt the earth was shaking. All of us thought it was an earth quake till some of us spotted them. It was scary. They seemed impossible to be stopped, so our first concern was to flee as far as possible. Now we are here in a valley away from the village, but I hope I was there, joining those who were trying to fight. Mother was wondering if they were still fighting. We should never give up hope, I suppose.


November 27, 1782
Today we met some people from another village. These were four wizards and three witches. They had been fighting from the giants along with the others, and were the only survivors from their village. As if we needed anything more to drop our hopes. The shock of the news of the deaths from our village has still not subsided. No one knows what to expect. More than fighting, people here seem to be putting efforts on defending. Or hiding. As if that could save us. The giants had attacked our secret safe places twice this week. I wish I could erase those scenes from my mind. Looking at the people you have known being crushed like stones is something one could never forget. I am surprised I am writing this all so easily. Perhaps because I wish it to be outside my mind. Those crashes still echo in my ears, and I can never tell whether they are real of just in my imagination. I wish I knew what was going on in the rest of the world. What is the Ministry doing? Who is on the winning side overall? I wonder if I will ever know.


December 09, 1782
I managed to found a newspaper today. We happened to meet some wizards today who have left their homes to join the fight. It seems Ministry is trying to assure everything is going to be fine very soon. How soon is the soon, though? I am tired of this running away. I had a strong temptation to join the wizards as they left, but I had to stay, for they say under ages are not allowed to fight. Why, I say. Do those giants wait to think how old is the person before they attack? Why can’t we go and fight them back then? I would have argued further, but a part of me wished to stay, because of Mother and my little brother. I am afraid if we parted I would never know if they are safe.


December 26, 1782
A great job is being done! They believe they are saving cities from being destroyed. What about us? What about those who have left their homes trying to find a shelter? There was another attack today, just when we had all finally started believing good times are coming. We had nearly settled in the valley, and then we heard them again. The noise was ear splitting. But there was no time to run. They took away more than half of us. Tossing around like toys, crushing…. I don’t think I can continue. All I can say is that even though we have been joined by other runaways, our group has fewer people than when we had begun.

It is cold here, alright. But a fog seemed to have settled inside all of us. I doubt anything could melt that away.


January 7, 1783
We don’t know where we are. We have not found any food for two days now. But it seems we are safe. Uncle Thomas reckons some people live nearby. I think I can still hear the screams and the crashes, but everyone says it’s all just in my mind. I hope it is like that. I don’t think I will ever get these sounds and images away from myself even years from now, that is, if we survived. There has not been sound of any attack for some days. But we are still not sure should that be taken as a good sign or just calm before the storm. Lets keep hoping, for that’s all we can do at the moment.


January 24, 1783
Never had I dreams normal things like having people around, sound of laughter and a peace will ever seem disbelieving.. or alien. But it is happening to me now. And I doubt if I am the only one. We have been living in the city for a week now. It seems government has not been all bluffing about the safety measures in the newspaper. They seemed to be having to gain a control on situation after all. It feels good to be informed about what’s going on. The rumors say the chief of the giants has been killed and the new chief is ready for negotiations. But the news about attacks has still not ended entirely. Though comparatively much less, there is still news of an attack or two. What to believe and what not to, surely the time would tell. Right now, even the slightest loud bang makes me shudder.

I wonder what to expect if we really win. Just a sense of freedom, no more fear of attacks. What about all that we have lost. I terribly miss the home, the people who have lost their lives. They could not come back. But I hope we will be saved from more loss.

[Tant kemp/Tony Kemp]

"smiles perfect." thankyou for finally getting it in LOL. 50 to gyffendor.

sorry to say i'm deducting 20 points for each person who failed to hand it in to the houses. also a owl to say they will have a detention will be sent out.
thankyou for those who made a effort and got it handed in.
Tant.K