I'm 22 and my favorite universes are the Harry Potter and Neon Genesis Evangelion settings.
"The Wizarding world changed radically that day. After the questioning, the whole Auror Corps was immediately dispatched to begin righting many of the wrongs that had come to pass years ago, with the defeat of Lord Voldemort by Harry Potter. First thing, Sirius Black, who had been accused of killing Peter Pettigrew and twelve Muggles – having being framed by his former friend –, was released from prison. That was a really big thing, but not the biggest. One by one, the heads of some of the oldest families in the Wizarding world were brought in for questioning – under Veritaserum. One by one they were sent to prison. Sometimes their wives, children, and other family members were sent too. Lucius Malfoy was the first to fall – in spite of Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge attempt to stop it. People with the last name Avery, Borgin, Bulstrode, Parkinson, Nott, Carrow, soon followed, with more after that.
Cornelius Fudge lasted two more days as Minister for Magic and was the victim of the quickest vote of no confidence in the history of the Ministry: all the corruption that had been the main mark of his position was the main instrument of his downfall, and his defence of the Malfoys, the greatest contributors of his political career, had been the edging. Amelia Bones, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, one of the few Department Heads who was not implicated in any of the wrongdoings that started all the mess, became the first woman Minister for Magic in centuries and began to clean house. Bureaucrats were given pink slips and people who could get things done were put in their place. Many unsavoury characters that had been given jobs in the Ministry thanks to their connections to Cornelius Fudge were summarily kicked out of their jobs. One of the most impressing situations was that of Dolores Umbridge, Undersecretary to the Minister, who was caught with all sort of dark objects that had been forbidden for more than four hundred years, including things like Blood Quills – only allowed for use at Gringotts Bank and in certain situations in the Ministry, none of those related to Umbridge – and other artefacts that were mainly created for the harming of others: in the accumulation of penal sentences, she would need to be a cat with its nine lives (and wizard-length sort of lives) to finish the whole sentence. On more than one occasion, the position simply was not filled and erased from the roster of the Ministry.
All because a little black-haired boy thought that he could do magic with a stick."
From "Prodigy" by im100HPGWandRWHG
"There was an insensible roar from somewhere, and he felt, rather than heard Dudley leap to his feet; the Stunner had less of an effect on someone of Dudley's size and constitution. There was a grunt, and a faintsnap!
He heard a curse. "The bleedin' Muggle broke me wand!"
Dudley laughed coldly. Harry was vaguely surprised to hear the depth of anger in Dudley's voice. "Cowards. You can't do anything without those...things...can you?"
In a moment of blinding insight, Harry realized the Death Eaters had made several fundamental mistakes. The first was taking the time to torture him. Every minute they spent there was a minute more the Order had to come for him.
The second mistake was worse. All his life, Dudley Dursley had been good at one thing (other than eating twice his weight in junk food): hitting people. He had perfected it to an art, and had now spent half a summer training in nothing but how to hit people harder, faster, better.
And for the first time in his life, he could hit people with impunity. Neither his father, the wizards protecting Harry, or Muggle authorities would be upset with him for hitting these people. From the sounds of fist impacting flesh, Dudley was taking substantial advantage of the situation.
Unfortunately, the Death Eaters had no respect for any Muggle, let alone Harry's rotund cousin. They just kept firing spells at him and he just kept hitting them.
He could just hear their excuses to Voldemort..."I'm sorry, my Lord...who knew Muggles had arms? And knew how to use them?"
From "Harry Potter and the Unforgiven" by Jayiin Mistaya