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Preface
I knew from the first time our eyes met or paths would intertwine, possibly for eternity. He was probably the most beautiful creature I has ever seen, sitting there at the head table aloof and unaffected by the activity around him.
I would later learn that the Wizarding folk young and old alike shunned him, never seeing past the image of wretchedness and hatred he so carefully molded around himself and later perfected during his later years in the Magical World. Naturally, the house-elves adored him, while annoying anyone else the could. I let my desire to fit into this world override my longing for this perfection and forced myself to see what others saw. Over the next four years, I let the lies and glamours we both created sway my actions and decisions. That was my first and perhaps my greatest mistake.
My second mistake was thinking that the Wizarding Community was different than the Dursleys and the Muggle World. Fear begets panic and chaos which Voldemort's name did in droves as rumors of his resurrection spread. Fame became double-edged sword when the envy and corruption of the Ministry of Magic and its Minister had the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Speak-The-Truth's wand snapped and banished from the Wizarding World for breaking the Underage Magic and Illegal Magic Usage in front of a muggle rules. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the man that could have saved Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, from this great fate was no where to be found.
I was at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place when the house-elf, Kreacher, informed me of the fact that Severus Snape never came back from the death eater meeting at the end of last school year, a little over a month ago. The members of the Order of the Phoenix presume that he's either dead or a traitor to the cause, but, I happen to know that he's still alive and in very good hands. House-elves, while underappreciated by the Magical World, see everything and their loyalty can't be bought, only earned. When Dobby came for me from Number 4 Privet Drive only twenty minutes after my return there, I knew it was time to act.
The wrath of a house-elf is devastating, but the wrath of the Cwn Wybir is deadly. The Magic World will pay for hurting one of our own. Our Lord wouldn't have it any other way.