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OWL POST NO.4

STATUS: SENT AND RECEIVED.

CURRENT STATUS: READING…

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Dear Hermione,

          Congratulations, my girl. You have really outdone yourself this time. Do you know, Hermione, that your little doings almost cost me my life? You don't? Well, you do now. Oh, well. I guess my mortality is insignificant to a meddling girl like you, so I shall not elaborate further. Just be thankful, you little monster, that I did not die, after all. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.

My embezzler,

          Yes, your eyes are not deceiving you. I just called you a thief, and I mean it. There is a slight change of plans. Remember your darling Victor, who almost broke his neck? Here's a bit more information for you to chew on. His 'accident' is only the tip of the iceberg. I know it for a fact. My sources……..they're very reliable, and therefore, do not doubt my prediction. Warn your famous friend, if you wish to. When the true One strikes, even I would not be able to shield him. And should he die, I wouldn't be weeping. I will probably be dead, as well.

          And that brings us to today's letter. I have a proposal, but fret not, my dear. It does not concern marriage, or anything of such horrendousness. No, I suggest a……collaboration. Between you and I. You shall disclose the innermost secrets, the private sanctum of your famous friend. In return, I shall grant him a better chance of survival. I need your favour, my girl. My life….my life is hanging on a thread as thin as spider's silk. It does not matter to you, an ignorant creature, if I die. But know this: my death will be felt my many as I am the only one with the 'gift' to manipulate His trust. Without me to put my life in the line of fire, He will rise even more rapidly, and nothing would be known about His plans. In fact, you can say that I am buying your friend time, by foiling my Master's wishes.

          So you see, Hermione, how your loose lips and your long fingers can make a difference. My loyalty, my servitude was questioned just yesterday, and I need to bring Him something to regain His credence. Initially, He wanted Harry Potter to be brought before him. But I 'convinced' that martinet that such a feat would be impossible, now that the boy even has an Auror for a professor. Nymphadora Tonks, the green sapling, was made Defence Against Dark Arts teacher, if I'm not mistaken. That child……..! Albus has never made a worse choice.

          Personal feelings aside, back to our deal. Now, He wants nothing but a vial of Harry Potter's blood. What uses he has for it, I do not know. Albus Dumbledore doesn't, either, but I suspect Blood Magic. That poor, senile old man forbids me to breathe a word about it to anyone……..too dangerous, he said. But I know better. I am the one, after all, who spent those nights revering Him. I am the one who carries the burden of discovery, and the burnt of His call. So yes, I would say that I do know better.

          You, my darling abomination, you will be the one….my partner-in-crime. Send me a part of your friend, at midnight. My servant shall be waiting, with a pouch around his feathery neck. You know what to do, I presume. But remember, that 'servant' shall flee, if anyone other than you shows up. And he is a smart one, that helper of mine. If you refuse…….well, let's just say that The Order will lose a very important member. And He will be even more unstoppable.

Soon-to-be-revealed,

Your Peregrinus

Ps: Be careful, little girl. You don't know who might be watching you………I might even show up myself.

Pss: Tell Nyphadora that she is only made DADA teacher because Albus Dumbledore pities her, and wants to keep that half-baked Auror out of danger. Curses…..

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Author's note: I'm sorry if this seems a little rushed. I'm currently taking those nightmarish driving lessons, and I don't exactly have the time to edit my chapters over and over again. Oh, and I'll try to complete this before Feb 28.  After that fated day, I probably won't have the time (or mood) to type even a word. Happy reading, pople!