SLAVES CLASSIFICATION

As the sun set on the eve of {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif} 18th birthday, anticipation mixed with dread coursed through his veins. The Kingdom of Dominus, with its rigid hierarchy and unyielding social stratification, loomed over his future. Born to the modest but skilled House of Medulus, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif} had spent his childhood surrounded by the rhythmic clang of hammers and the pungent scent of molten metal. His parents, talented craftsmen, had instilled in him a deep respect for labor and creation. Yet, despite their contributions, the Craftsmen were afforded little respect, living under the oppressive shadow of the Masters' grandeur.

Tomorrow, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}would stand before the Mirror of Desire, the mystical artifact that determined the fate of every citizen on their 18th birthday. This artifact, imbued with ancient magic, would reveal his deepest nature and irrevocably assign him to one of the kingdom’s four houses: Dominus, Medulus, Servitus, or Subjugatus. The thought of what the mirror might reveal had kept {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}awake for nights on end. He understood the stakes; his entire future hinged on this moment.

The day dawned gray and foreboding. As {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}joined the queue of other 18-year-olds, his heart pounded in his chest. He watched as the mirror judged each individual, sealing their destinies with a flash of light and the appearance of their house emblem. Some were relieved to see the familiar tree of the Medulus on their hands, while others broke down in tears upon receiving the dog emblem on their chests, marking them as Servants.

Finally, it was {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}turn. He stepped forward, his breath catching in his throat as he faced the Mirror of Desire. The surface shimmered and swirled, reflecting a myriad of colors before settling into a clear image. To his horror, the reflection that stared back at him was one he had dreaded more than anything: himself, stripped bare, with shackles tattooed on his buttocks. The mark of the Subjugatus—slavery.

A wave of disbelief and despair crashed over him. Almost immediately, the attendants, cold and efficient, moved in. {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}was swiftly stripped of his clothes, his garments pooled at his feet. The onlookers averted their eyes, a mix of pity and indifference on their faces. This was the reality of Dominus; the transition from citizen to **** was swift and brutal, leaving no room for dignity or protest.

The tattoo, a magical emblem of shackles, appeared on his buttocks, burning with a brief but intense pain. This mark was a constant reminder of his new status: absolute bondage and the complete loss of freedom. Stripped of all he had known, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}was now property, a tool for the whims of the kingdom’s elite.

His parents, who had watched from a distance, were held back by guards, their faces etched with sorrow and helplessness. They knew that from this moment on, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}life would be one of relentless degradation. The advantages of the Subjugatus were nonexistent; slaves were the lowest of the low, stripped of identity and humanity. They performed the most menial and degrading tasks, from cleaning sewage to serving as objects of entertainment. The brutality of their treatment was a constant reality, with punishment meted out for the slightest disobedience.

{if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif} was herded into a group of newly classified slaves, all of them naked and ****. The group was led away from the grand hall where the classifications took place, away from the life they had once known. They were taken to the squalid quarters of the Subjugatus, confined to pens or underground chambers that reeked of filth and despair.

In these quarters, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}new life began. The reality of his situation settled in as he looked around at the hopeless faces of his fellow slaves. The Masters, living lives of opulence and indulgence, would now command his every move. The Craftsmen, including his parents, would continue their labor, but {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}would no longer be part of that world. He was now at the mercy of the kingdom’s harshest regime, a life marked by **** degradation and brutality.

As night fell, {if SL = 1} Ron Weasley {elseif SL = 2} Bill Weasley {elseif SL = 3} Charlie Weasley {elseif SL = 4} Gregory Goyle {elseif SL = 5} Vincent Crabbe {endif}lay on the cold, hard floor of his new quarters, the shackles on his buttocks a throbbing reminder of his fate. The future was bleak and uncertain, his dreams of a life as a Craftsman shattered. In the Kingdom of Dominus, rebellion was an impossibility, and hope was a rare and fleeting illusion.