DAY 1

The first light of dawn crept into the servants' quarters, casting long shadows over the cramped space where {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif} and his fellow servants slept. The previous night's meager meal had done little to alleviate their hunger, and the prospect of another day filled with relentless toil loomed heavily over them.

{if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif} awoke to the harsh voice of the overseer, a man whose presence was a constant reminder of their subjugation. The overseer’s barked orders echoed through the quarters, jolting the servants into immediate action. There was no time for lingering; they had to be ready for the day’s tasks.

Today, however, was different. {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}and the other servants were rounded up and led outside to the courtyard, an open space devoid of any shelter from the elements. The sun had already begun its ascent, promising a day of intense heat.

"Line up!" the overseer commanded. The servants obeyed, forming a row under the scrutinizing gaze of the overseer and the Masters who watched from the shade of their opulent verandas.

{if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}stood among them, bare-chested and wearing only the torn pants that barely covered his modesty. The sun’s rays beat down upon his exposed skin, the heat intensifying with each passing moment.

The overseer addressed the servants, his voice cold and authoritative. "Today, you will stand here until your skin bears the mark of the sun. This will serve as a reminder of your place and as a sign of your service."

The implication was clear. The sunburn would differentiate them even further, their altered skin tone becoming another mark of their subservience. {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}felt the sun growing hotter, the discomfort turning to pain as the hours dragged on.

The heat was relentless. {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}could feel his skin starting to burn, the pain becoming more intense with each passing minute. Sweat poured down his body, the salt stinging the fresh burn marks. He glanced sideways at the other servants, seeing the same suffering mirrored in their eyes.

Despite the torment, none dared to move or speak out. Any sign of resistance would be met with severe punishment. The overseer watched them closely, ensuring compliance through the threat of immediate and brutal repercussions.

From the shaded comfort of their verandas, the Masters watched the scene unfold with detached curiosity. For them, this was just another display of their absolute power, a routine reinforcement of the kingdom’s rigid hierarchy.

One of the Masters, a man adorned with intricate designs and precious gems, sipped leisurely on a goblet of wine. His eyes met {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}’s for a fleeting moment, a look of mild interest crossing his face before he turned away, engaging in idle conversation with another Master.

As the sun reached its zenith, the intensity of its rays became almost unbearable. {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}felt his legs weakening, the strain of standing in the heat taking its toll on his body. His skin, once fair, was now a painful red, the sunburn marking him as intended.

The overseer paced back and forth, occasionally stopping to inspect the servants. "Remember this pain," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "It is a reminder of who you are and whom you serve."