A/N: After much waiting, I present to you all my first fan fiction! I've had these characters in my head for a long time, and I had to find a way to put them to good use! Thanks to Sota Cruz on Gaia for Eddy.
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit off of publishing this story, nor do I own Harry Potter, as it is copyright of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios.
Thank you very much.
Prologue
"…The killer is suspected to be one Gerald Chatzi, a Muggle-born and part-time employee of Flourish and Blotts."
A stack of papers crinkled in the announcer's hand as he took a short pause to let it sink in. He rather enjoyed it in here, with no one to bother him. Indeed, it was the best part of his day. No one stood behind the glass screen, forwarding calls to him; his only requirement was that the show had to be done within an hour.
"I see my children go into that store every year," he continued in a steady drawl, "They pick out their books, and sometimes…sometimes they do get help from the employees. I don't check their blood status; I go about as any person would. When I hear stories like these, of mudblood scum out on our streets, it fills me with dread," he spoke with an earnest emphasis, "What if you were next? What if your children were next and all at the hands of someone who you thought was a trustable citizen?"
In truth, the announcer had no children. Here, however, he did. He was a family man, carrying on a long family line with a rich history. Sometimes, he believed it himself, and that made these stories all the more painful. "My friends," he continued, "The murders of the past few months have been quite an eye-opener for me. As you have heard, the victims of these murders were Pure-bloods, members of prominent families," this was a half-truth, "One was even a part of our fold; I'm sure you saw the empty chair at the last meeting. We are living in dangerous times; there is no doubt about that. We can no longer sit back as these barbaric half-breeds continue to terrorize out society, our children! They lurk among us, and we must drive them out!
"We are not the Death Eaters of yesteryear, attempting to accomplish goals through Unforgivables curses and other violent means; we are smarter than that! We are better than…casual murderers like Chatzi! Our quills and voices are our weapons; we can rewrite the laws that keep mudbloods on the streets without having to start a war!" He sighed, and paused for effect. Drops of spit sat on the microphone.
He took a breath and continued in a calmer voice, "I know you've heard this before, perhaps you think that I'm repeating myself again," he chucked, "But I mean it, this time, I really mean it."
On an off chance, the announcer ended up staring right at the clock on the soundboard. '10:58?' he wondered, hurriedly flipping to the next page. "Ah!" he chuckled, "It appears I've lost track of time, sorry about that," then started on a more serious note, "The next meeting will be held on the third of September at the house of Corrine Lennox at six-o-clock sharp. When your children go back to school this year, they'll see a familiar face: Eddy Delving is the new OFEP for Slytherin."
"That's all for this week. For VPWO, I'm the Radio Man. The password for next week is 'Hogna'."