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School Report; Should squibs be executed? by Marietta Stone, April 13th 2999

It has recently been proven that squibs are not just myth or legend, but a real form of person. Yesterday, at a wand giving ceremony, a young man was discovered to be in the possession of absolutely no magical abilities. The young man in question was none other than Sunesh Gaunt, descendant of our wonderful leader: The Dark Lord.

The next question at hand is this: Should this boy be allowed to live when our mighty Lord executed all other non-magical beings in the past?

I believe that Sunesh Gaunt should be allowed to live. It was hundreds of years ago that all those ‘Muggles’ were executed and times have changed. I am not implying that the world should once again be divided into magical and non-magical, but I am saying that it would not be right to kill this boy just because he cannot perform magical tasks. He is a direct descendant of our mighty leader, The Dark Lord, and he should be shown respect for that. It may even be possible that he starts to show magical competence as he grows older. He should be given a chance. It would be scientific to watch and record how this boy manages with a life without magic and could assist with the improvement of magic as a whole.


I seriously cannot believe that Sunesh is a squib! We had to do a report on him in school. He has, of course, be taken out of normal schooling. People are talking of having him killed! That was what we had to write about in the report. I said that he should be allowed to live, and not just because of how cute I think he looks. It would be interesting to see how he progresses through life. My teacher did not share my views. She told me that it was shoddy work and that it did not matter that I knew that boy (she actually called him ‘that boy’) but that it was a matter of principle. I felt sick when she said that. I can't understand how people can let poor Sunesh go from loved to hated in a matter of minutes!

My father knows all about this case as he works for our great leader. We went to Sunesh’s wand giving ceremony. It was so embarrassing! Not just for him, but for everybody!

He was standing at the front of the large hall, behind a tall, thin table. His grandfather stepped forward and presented him with a wand. Thirteen inches, holly, containing one phoenix feather. He was then told to perform a spell in front of the crowd. He, like me, was meant to be killing a lamb, but he, unlike me, had agreed. Well, I guess everyone has their faults. I just wished his hadn't been so murderous...

I watched carefully as he raised his wand, holding my breath, I prayed that through some miracle, the lamb would survive. Well, it did survive. But now I’m not sure if Sunesh will.

He pointed his wand directly at the innocent creature and then spoke the two words that I fear the most.

“Avada Kedavra.”

A deathly silence fell over the room, as though Sunesh had killed all sound instead of the lamb. Sunesh’s face went pale and grey, the mirror image of a ghost. Still, he became more determined and tried again.

“Avada Kedavra,” he repeated, with a hint more conviction.

Once again, nothing. People began to shift uneasily in their seats. So did I.

“Avada Kedavra,” he repeated again, panic edging into his voice. People looked up at him solemnly. It had never happened before in the past, but everyone knew that it was happening now. We all knew that he must be a Muggle.

“Avada Kedavra!” he yelled, his face contorted with fear and annoyance. I could feel his pain and I a lump formed in my throat.

People started standing up, as though to get him. They all looked disappointed. Everyone could tell that after four attempts, this boy was definitely not going to be sacrificing that lamb. Shaking their heads, most of them began to walk to the exits.

Sunesh could see everyone leaving: I could tell that he was finding the whole situation hard to take in. Well, you would too, wouldn’t you?

The fear was definitely noticeable in Sunesh’s eyes. He knew that he would now face life as some sort of leper; an outcast. I felt so sorry for him then. So sorry for him, for I knew that he had let down his family. I used to let down my family a lot. I don’t seem to mind too much any more. It’s just the way I am. It’s not the way Sunesh is. He's always been a favourite with students, teachers and especially his parents.

“Avada Kedavra!” he began to screech hysterically. “Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! AVADA KEDRAVA!!!”

He started screaming nothing but these two words, at the lamb, jabbing his wand haphazardly. His father walked up to the front, a look of pure anger and rage strewn across his face.

Mr Gaunt grabbed his son around the wrist most unkindly.

“NO!” Sunesh screamed. “I CAN DO IT!!! I’M NOT A MUGGLE! I CAN DO IT I SWEAR!!! LET ME TRY AGAIN!!! PLEASE!”

My parents sighed simultaneously, and stood up, implying that me and my siblings do the same. We walked out in single file, my Mother in the lead, me at the back. I kept glancing back over my shoulder to see how Sunesh was. He was being held back by his Father and his Uncle. Screaming and kicking, they led him into the back room of the great hall. I could hear only one word, one word that echoed in my ears for the rest of the day, possibly the rest of my life. One word being screamed over and over again. One word that was No.

A/N: I know that this chapter is terribly short, but the next one will be longer. This chapter just didn’t need anything else in it…

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