Unrequited: I'm a Veteran. Seen it all. There's only one thing worth remembering: Auror has to make sacrifices. Sometimes that means dying…sometimes it means letting others. Neither's easy. HBP, Moody and Tonks. Every Auror has a weakness…what's yours?
Night is dark. Damp. Cold. Big Ben rings past Midnight.
Dead body on cobbled street. Tiretread mark on burst stomach. Blood everywhere. Hell of a mess.
/He jumped. Must have jumped. Poor bastard committed suicide. Seventh this week/
Scotland Yard says he jumped. Sudden light. Snap another picture.
Maybe. Maybe not. I think he was pushed.
Or pushed to it. Damn unnatural fog. Dementors everywhere. Never know when they'll strike next…
Or who.
Ministry says Dementors not involved. Sure. Like they weren't involved with the Potter boy last August. Right. Case dismissed. Dementor involvement unconfirmed. Ministry's got its head up its ass…
Or hiding something.
And that's a hell of a lot more frightening. Is it ignorance…
….or fear?
Whatever it is, they can't hide it much longer. Things are getting ugly. Fast. Another dead Muggle with inexplicable circumstances. Muggle baiting, tormenting, deaths, disappearances. Just like last time. And last time, we didn't act until it was nearly too late…
Ministry says no involvement. But it reeks of magic. Whole city rank with it. Dementors loose whether they admit it or not.
And that's bad. Bad for Muggles. Bad for Wizards. Bad for everyone.
There's only two reasons Dementors would stray from Azkaban. One: they were ordered by the Ministry. Two: they could sense something was coming. Something big. Something that makes that soul-sucking shit-hole look like child's play. And that can only mean one thing: He's back.
…And that's where I come in.
I ain't no James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, no Oliver Cromwell. Don't sing no God Save the Queen...
Another dead Muggle. Dementors swarm the midnight sky. Eerie . Alien. Watching. Waiting. Damn. Whatever it is, it's coming. And it's coming fast.
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...I'm an Auror. God save us all.