THE DAILY PROPHET NEWS
Death Eater on the Inside: Part II
It all started last week when I received an unaddressed letter at approximately 1 AM. I rushed to the window and got the letter. It didn't give much specific details on the whereabouts of You-Know-Who, but I tell you, it gave me some good info on where he had been and his next most likely targets. As I followed the path of destruction as described in the letter, in addition to previous information on YKW, I figured out—using the process of elimination—that his next target would be somewhere in Dublin, Ireland.
With that, I immediately packed my things and apparated to a crowded pub in Dublin where I started to investigate. When asking around, I came across a small old witch sitting in a corner smoking a long wooden pipe, who seemed a little out of place. While conversing with her, I found out that the lady’s name was Betty Von Bickelborg and that she used to be an old friend of You-Know-Who's own parents before they died! Betty told me that You-Know-Who not only seeks to kill Muggles and half-bloods, but also has a sick fascination of inflicting pain upon those who were kind to him before he turned evil.
Betty also said she fears for her life even more as each day passes, having a feeling that the Dark Lord would be coming for her next. I told her then why I had come to Dublin. When she asked if I had come to help her, I told her I was only a writer, but would help in any way I could. At that very instant, there came a strange noise from the front door of the pub and several cloaked figures came through, taking seats at the bar. Several onlookers looked curiously at the hooded figures, but slowly returned back to their drinks. About five minutes later, another noise could be heard from the door.
Right then, horrible feeling began to twist a knot in my stomach, worrying me more. Still hidden from view, a sound went off like a bang and the door exploded. Fire and shards of wood erupted form the entry way and several bodies lay motionless on the floor. Several more figures in black cloaks could be seen coming through the doorway, firing curses through the air—and to my horror—killing numerous innocent bystanders. Betty and I crouched behind our upturned table and were sickened to see the very symbol of THE DARK MARK! Remarkably, the cloaked figures were actually Death Eaters.
As for the several hooded people who had entered the pub earlier, they threw off their hoods to reveal themselves as Ministry workers! They held out their wands, firing counter curses back at the Death Eaters and sending them tumbling through the front door. Several Death Eaters were caught and were immediately transported to Azkaban. Their names, I’m told, were Abbagel Drollstein, Metlo Redeye, and Gropter Stalbaldin. As I reassured Betty that she was all right, we could see that the Ministry workers had already began wrapping up the situation outside. Any Death Eaters, who hadn’t been caught, had fled from the scene of the crime.
Returning home the following night and found another letter lying at my doorstep. Hesitant, I picked it up and found it was a letter from the Ministry, asking if I would like to help them out in finding YKW in the future. They had been pleased with my work and figured I'd be a great asset to the cause. I gladly accepted, but made sure that I could still be a writer for the Daily Prophet.
All in all, it was a pretty adventurous week for me and not to mention, a weird one as well. I leave you with a piece of advice: be mindful of whom you make friends with and/or contact with, for you never know if they have a dark connections. Until next time, have a good one and keep safe!
Hello all! I'm pleased to be back and might I say extremely lucky! If you don't know yet, these series of articles known as "Death Eater on the Inside" is mainly devoted to telling DP readers of how, what, and where You-Know-Who is currently residing and what mischief he and his fellow followers are up to. Enough with the intro, let me get to the story. As I was saying I, A.G.Wolff, have been scouring London and other surrounding countries for any leads to the whereabouts of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and have been as lucky as last month when I caught up with him wreaking havoc on innocent Muggles.