Chapter 4 - The Recoiling Snake
I contacted the Ministry upon Rowena's request at my first convenience. Being just a fledgling organization at the time, we were very unorganized, and quite unable to get proper contacts through until much later. Convenience was lacking, but I gave her my word that I would do it, and I did.
When I met her again in Hufflepuff's, I had not yet received word back. I was sure that it would fall to me to gather her and meet with the Ministry. For her own safety, they would not ask her to come alone.
Perhaps I should explain what the Ministry was at that point. I cannot think of a better way to explain how Godric and I started to work together. We started work together in near the turn of the century, and before that we had other jobs. Godric played that silly game quidditch, and I worked for the Wizard's Council, under an absolute boob of a man named Barberus Bragge.
Barberus and I never did see eye to eye. Rarely was he working, and more and more, important things were going unnoticed, and problems were backing up the system. He had started to pay more attention to the sport of quidditch than to the rising action being taken against wizards. I lamented that so many wizards were being placed in danger, and the Wizard's Council did nothing to quell the growing fears of the community. Barberus was a pompous old man, set in his ways, and was much opposed to change.
But I, and many other of my peers wished to see a change. We envisioned a wizarding world, where we could live in peace, wether it be in secret or not. Something had to change.
Godric and I started work together as what we dubbed 'Obliviators'. When an occurrence of magic happened, usually by a child, with no skills to control it yet; we would go to the scene and make sure that nothing happened to the person involved. We would be called at all hours of the night, and more times than I can count, I had to rouse a sleeping Godric and drag him to the location. They were long days, and we weren't getting paid very well for it at all.
My father had a problem with this new uprising 'Ministry', as we called ourselves. He worked for Barberus, and was an Elder wizard on the council. He always thought that I would take his place, but after a time he couldn't ignore my blatant disregard for the way they ran things. I was all for this vision of peace.
When my father became aware of the organization I had joined, he admonished me to stop. We were a noble pureblood family, and this was not acceptable. Perhaps it was in defiance of him that I undertook this position, a way to seek revenge for the cramped way I was raised. My father knew nothing about me. I knew my blood was pure, and he didn't allow himself to see far enough into the future and accept the fact that we were all in danger. It was inevitable that the most powerful wizards, such as ourselves, would fall. And we would fall the hardest when it happened.
A great strife broke in my family, and I was no longer welcomed home by them. Reaching proper age, I left. My father was convinced that I would bring nothing but shame to the name Slytherin. I vowed to show him otherwise, in effect paling all their names in comparison to my own.
