Many years back, when wizards and muggles were one, a darkness came. A
darkness called hate. No one was aware of the darkness, no one, but the creator.
One day Heather Guandi, of Gryffindor, was getting her teacher some potion
supplies. As she opened the door, a boggart shaped like hate said, “ Alma, I
am so glad to see you. I was getting a little freaked.”
“I was just going back to class.” Alma, or should I say the boggart, ran as fast as it
could. Alma E. from Slytherin, was Heather's best friend. Now, Alma was
unpopular, a trouble maker. Always alone, left out, and made fun of.
What did hate have to do with Alma?? Everything. Always left out as she was she
thought it was all because the muggles and wizards were friends. Rumors started
to spread and an everlasting fight began.
“You stole it.” one would say.
“No, I didn’t."
“Then why was it under you bed?”
“What were you doing in my room?”
“What wizards should have done long ago.”
All the sudden sparks came out of Alma's black wand. Muggles and Wizards had
separated. Forever. That's how the muggles and wizards parted. How wars started.
So sad, but true.