Fearing that a white reaction would only allow the rogue government the excuse for even worse abuses.Their children and guests were already hidden aro...nd the farmhouse.During the Independence struggle most white owned farmhouses had built in hidey holes to hide the family and valuable possessions. With the recent upsurge in violence most farmers had stocked and cleaned up these bolt holes left over from the war. Hopefully these thugs would accept their presence and not look further.The door. It was an open path with a guard walk over it. To me, that indicated a more peaceful town, not needing an actual gate to close such as at Helgen. Or maybe just no military presence. I continued on into town without any of the guard stopping me, so hopefully that meant things really were peaceful. At the entrance, I stopped and spoke to one of the guards.“There’s a mine just back the road from here, it had some bandits in it.”He nodded. “Yes, we know, citizen. We don’t have enough strength to. "Let's just hope you can handle your new center of gravity well enoughon a broom to get back your place of Seeker." That's right." Holly realized. "Gryffindor house doesn't have a seekernow that Harry Potter is dead."Ron just giggled again until his mother slapped him across the back ofthe head. "Sorry, mum." Too right, you're sorry." His mother said. "Holly, don't let Fred andGeorge talk you into giving them any more of your personal money fortheir joke shop. They'll either succeed or fail on. .. I reached up and pinched the nerve ... seconds later Ken was begging me to let go ... so I did. He was on his knees and rolling in pain.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That hurts! I see. You sure you’re only fifteen? Jesus H. Christ, kid. That hurt worse than getting shot!”And that had the normal result.After a showing of assorted scars and healed holes I asked, “What did you do in the military?”“You know what they say.” He replied.“What?”“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”“You might think that ... I.