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Right now, there are six werewolves students at Hogwarts. When they turn, during the full moon, they don't go to a shabby hideout, but to the infirmary.
At least three half-giants are enlisted to begin at the school next term. The war increased de number of children with magical creature blood - some out of love, some out of something else. But after the war, it was mostly out of love. Nothing like impending death and destruction to make people overcome their fears. During the war, and a couple of years after, there was a lot of marriages around the magical world, many between witches/wizards and creatures - like known werewolves, veelas, merpeople and others - and muggles.
It's beautiful. This new world that's just beginning.
But not for some.
Hermione was seated at her kitchen table reading and finishing breakfast. Summer was just gone, the weather a little more agreeable. She inhaled deeply looking through the window: London was waking up and the city was all she could see...until a large black owl appeared. The paper tied on its leg was a bright shade of purple, a Ministry code for emergency. She opened it right away.
Ms Granger, please come as soon as you receive this.
Apparently, some half-breed families have been victims of some sort of attack.
Emergency interdepartmental meeting.
See you soon,
Alex Goellner
Her hair was still wet from the shower and she was only wearing socks, underwear and a sweater a little too big. But it was time to run. So she just put on some jeans and apparated at the ministry's entrance. Harry was already there, and so was Mr Weasley. Aurors, misuse of magic, magical creatures... Hermione counted on her mind, wondering who else would come.
Do you know anything about it? She asked Harry.
Some arsehole sent letters threatening families. We are waiting for the minister, he has one.
Who are the families? The witch asked.
We don't know yet, nor how many.
Kingsley arrived soon after, calling everyone's attention.
Good morning, everyone. I'm sorry for calling you back so soon, but it is an emergency. We received numerous alerts about cursed letters been received by witches and wizards from interracial families. So far, we count at least twenty victims, the majority werewolves and giants families. But there are probably more to come. Here's what they say.
He showed the letter for everyone to read. Hermione's brow creased as she finished the parchment. It was like a punch in the gut, that sort of thing only ten years after the war.
Magic is an ancient holy thing
To pollute it with your kind is a sin
Take your blood where it belongs:
alway from us.
Or we will do it for you.