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My Most Trusted Colleague,
It has begun, just as you said it would. I write to you in the utmost haste, as the community is in grave danger. You, my friend, are being targeted by He Who Must Not Be Named as one of the greater dangers, and I suggest caution in everything you do from now on. Trust no one, as even your closest friend can be inclined to betray you. Do not leave your back unguarded as I have, my friend. I send you my hopes of your own success even as my attemps to bring the darkness to light have failed. Please forgive me, dear friend, but I had no choice but to flee.

Your Most Loyal

He finished writing the letter, hoping only that the guilt that rested on his heart for failing to do more then this letter would be lessened because he had sent the letter. He turned, then, to call for the owl that would bring this extremely important letter to the one man who could save the world, but the shrill whistle came out only as a squeak of alarm. Standing in the corner of his room was the man that was the reason why he had failed his mission, and with him were the two largest men that he had ever set eyes upon. "Tom Riddle." His voice was weary with resignation, because everybody knew what happened after the villain caught the good guy. The man's lips twisted into a cruel sneer, and he shook his head. "Tsk tsk, that is Lord Voldemort to the likes of you. Crabbe, Goyle, restrain him." They bustled to do their master's bidding, and Tom Riddle walked toward the man who was about to ruin everything. "Now, who do you suppose he is working for?" He mused to himself as he glanced over the letter that, disappointingly, would only tell everything to the man who knew the code. That was when the traitor began to struggle, and Tom Riddle glanced up from reading the letter with an annoyed frown. "Well, one of you, knock him out." He snapped tempermentally and then he returned to the letter. His dark eyes focused upon the name that he assumed was for him, and he chuckled softly in approval. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I like that...I like that very much." He murmured to himself and looked up with a vicious smile. "Let us show him our best rooms in the dungeon, gentlemen." He instructed, and followed his two burly body guards to the fireplace, where they all disappeared with a few murmured words and a pop. The floo network was so very convenient.


please start out all posting on the Hogwarts Train, as i would like to play out the year with some posting on the train itself. thank you! -Krystal