Okay, this is our first one-shot/ficlet based off the poll results. Death Eaters won by one point, with Slytherins coming second. This will be a ficlet, so only about 3-4 chapters. Enjoy!
VOLDEMORT DEFEATED BY THE BOY WHO LIVED - MINISTRY BACK ON ITS FEET AFTER KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT TAKES ON NEW JOB OF MINITSER FOR MAGIC
Rodolphus snorted as he scanned the front page of the Daily Prophet.
Yes, He thought to himself, But they keep the other news nice and quiet.
He quickly flicked through the paper until he found what he was looking for.
MASS EX-DEATH EATER BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN
Little did the ministry know that the surviving Death Eaters had perfected becoming animagus in Azkaban before escaping to search for the Resurection Stone to bring their Lord back to life. Well, searching between hiding from the Ministry and watching the Order of the Phoenix who were hunting them down.
There weren't many Death Eaters left alive...
Rodolphus knew that the Malfoy's were alive... But they'd gone back to the "good" side.
If only he could convince them that the Dark Lord was going to come back, more powerful than ever.
There was also his brother, Rabastan. Along with Dolohov, Rookwood, Nott, McNair, Yaxley, Travers and Rowle. But apart from that, not many had survived.
With a sigh, Rabastan folded the paper and threw it at the flaking yellow wall. At that moment, he was staying in a sleazy Muggle hotel, trailing Arthur Weasley as he visited an Order meeting.
That was one of the only good things about Voldemort being dead...
The Order were now more open about their meetings, not having the threat of the Death Eaters ambushing them...
Stupid fools, Rodolphus spat.
He jumped as he heard a scratching at the window. Getting up off the chair he was lounging on and tousling his auburn hair, Rodolphus pulled back the curtains that almost fell apart in his hands and opened the window to find an eagle owl flying in. Holding it still, he took the letter from its leg and let it fly back out the window. A Muggle man saw at fly out and gasped, drawing Rudolphus' attention.
"What are you looking at?" He snarled from the floor above, "Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light shot out of the end of his wand, killing the man instantly. Rudolphus closed the window and went back inside to open the letter.
He recognized the writing immediately.
The letter was from Rabastan, his brother. The untidy handwriting scrawled across the parchment as if a drunken spider had been dancing there. Rabastan had never been good at writing without magic. And now they were limited to it so that the Ministry wouldn't hunt them down. After killing the Muggle man, Rudolphus would have to move...
Again. With a wry smile, he read the letter.
Evening, brother. I hope it is still evening... My owl can be dreadfully slow. Well, anyway. I hope trailing the blood traitor Weasley went well. Did you find out where the meeting was being held? I hope so. My own work has not been going so well... The Longbottom boy is currently in Italy, studying a rare type of plant that can bring trees to life. I must say, it is incredibly boring. He's done nothing Order related since he got here!
Anyway, Rookwood wrote to me a while ago saying he couldn't find the Potter brat and Yaxley can't find anything out on Minerva McGonagall. We're all going to switch posts in the morning... I'm going to find the Malfoys and talk to them again. Hopefully it works this time. We have decided that you shall move on to trailing Potter's Mudblood. That should be fun...Well, I shall see you soon. We are having a Death Eater meeting in four weeks. Be there to report on what you've gathered.
PS. Get a shave.Your beard looks terrible.
My beard isn't that bad, Rudolphus smirked to himself.
It wasn't really a beard anyway, it was just... stubble.
Well, he'd better get moving. He didn't have a clue where Granger was so he'd to leave early. Rabastan had this thing about time keeping... He liked to start all watches at seven thirty am and end them at ten pm.
Sometimes, it was really annoying. Rodolphus quickly packed his suitcase before shrinking it so he could fit it in the pocket of the Muggle suit he was wearing (it made his skin crawl at the thought of it) and opened the window before turning into his Animagus form.
It was at seven am when a small red breasted robin landed on the white picket fence in front of 1 Mole End in the English country side. Rudolphus had managed to track down Granger and had found out she lived on this stretch of road but where exactly was unknown to him. Ruffling it's feathers, the robin flapped its wings once for luck before taking off towards a field of corn.
It didn't feel wise to be on the road...
Granger was said to be the brightest witch of her age and could spot and Animagus from a mile off!
The robin flew diagonally through the field ignoring a faint whirring sound that he didn't recognize.
It was probably just another bird or something.
He flew on, getting more and more anxious as the sound got louder... And closer.
He ignored it and kept flying. He was a bird for God's sake, he could out fly anything... Couldn't he?
Rudolphus flew above the corn and hovered there for a moment, searching for the source of the sound. He couldn't seem to find it but it was getting a lot louder. Eventually, he saw it but not before it was too late. A tractor, coming straight his way.
AHHHHH! Rudolphus screeched to himself. He'd never seen one of these Muggle transporters and up close, it was extremely frightening.
With a yell of pain, he smashed into the front windscreen and fell back into the corn.
Must... Get... UP! Rudolphus screamed into himself drowsily, he needed to get away from this monster before it killed him.
With a huge amount of effort, he pulled himself out of the way of an oncoming wheel and flew up again. He spotted a red brick house in the distance with smoke bellowing from its chimney.
House... Safe.
The robin set off again, as the tractor ploughed on. Closing his eyes in relief, Rudolphus let the wind direct him and breeze through his feathers. The feeling was wonderful after the weeks he'd spent in Askaban.
Now, he was free.
He was -
His thoughts cut off as he slammed into a window. He heard a faint snap as he crashed down to the stone drive. His wing was definitely broken.
So that's why birds always fly into things... He thought drowsily as black dots danced in front of his eyes as he lay woozily on the stones.
This is not good.
He jumped in fright as a huge ginger animal peeked over the side of the roof above.
Oh God, it's going to eat me! The animal jumped down and pinned Rudolphus to the ground with a clawed paw while inspecting him with huge inquisitive brown eyes. Rudolphus couldn't say exactly what it was... It was something between a large cat and a small tiger...
"CROOKSHANKS! NO!"
AN: Before anyone says anything, Robins are an omen of death, just like Rodolphus. Also, we don't actually know his animagus and he needed to be a bird or cute animal for the purposes of the fic XD.