Hogwarts: the Admission Letter Was Torn and I Laughed!

In the summer when the wizarding world was cheering for a savior, a castle deep in the North Sea was tearing apart the only letter belonging to an eleven-year-old boy. Roger Travis grew up surrounded by Dementors, with no files, no identity, only a name from the Mother Church and a data panel that only he could see. Paul's black handprint was still on the edge of the torn parchment. The man needed gold galleons, and the boy needed a scandal that shocked the whole of Britain. He waited in the darkroom for the owl to fly in the direction of the Daily Prophet, and the silver light in his palm that summoned God's protection had not yet fully formed. Dumbledore and Malfoy are both on their way to Azkaban, and admission invitations from Ilvermorny in the United States and Beauxbatons in France have also crossed the channel. Roger pressed the shredded paper back into place and watched as the Sims button glowed dimly. The wizarding world thought this was just a bargaining chip in another political game, but what the heir to the Travis family really wanted was to let all the dementors in the prison taste the taste of despair. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.