Ok everyone here is my desperate struggle to try to explain what really happened in the events that led up to the deaths of Lily and James Potter. The events also tell of what happened after Harry Potter survived and Voldemort was destroyed for the first time. It takes place a couple weeks before the destruction of Voldemort, and ends shortly after his destruction. The whole story is told from various viewpoints in first-person, with some exceptions. I will update this regularly, and I plan for the whole story to have about (maybe a little more than) eight or nine chapters. This whole story is supposedly a classified document in the Ministry of Magic.
CLASSIFIED FILE
Property of the
Ministry of Magic
The Following is the Report of the Accounts of the Aurors Involved in the Events of and Events Leading to the Destruction of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
[Aurors of the Special Magical Enforcement Division]
{Sector 5}
Sector Unit: Dark
Note: The vast amount of accounts and recollections on the following pages is not necessarily that of the Ministry of Magic. They are the ideas of the writer's recollections. Most of the accounts are incomplete, the reason being that the Aurors were probably destroyed or killed prior to finishing their logs. Most of their bodies have never been found, and are presumed vanished or brutally destroyed beyond any possible recognition, whether by physical or magical means. Of the Account of the Auror Silluvius Peter Thatchings
As a requirement for the Ministry's logging of files, I am stuck here tonight writing up the reports of my mission. We have been here for a week without any rest or any sight nor sound of the Dark Lord, or even of his death eaters. It is quite odd that in the middle of such a great magical war that one cannot even find a trace of evidence of anything of value. Our location has been disclosed to other Ministry officials, however, as a part of the log required I must name my whereabouts. I am a couple miles outside of Hertfordshire in a small log cabin. I am working solo on a reconnaissance mission to find the Dark Lord's whereabouts. As thus far, I have found no trail indicating that the Dark Lord is anywhere near here.
Our mission started a few years back (3 years to be exact). The Ministry had received an anonymous tip that an individual (He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named), was plotting to ensure his power and status in the wizarding world. After this, it occurred to most Ministry officials that He would then try to conquer the muggle world. This would cause widespread catastrophe, as the muggles have no idea of the existence of real wizards, witches, and other magical things. Many well-qualified Aurors were then drafted into the newly formed Special Magical Enforcement Division, which was to be the division in charge of apprehending He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, as well as his followers.
A few months into to creation of the division, the leaders were plagued with financial difficulties. The minister of magic was opposed to grant any more money to the research of the dark arts, and of its relation to our emerging threat. However, there had been no more substantial evidence showing of the rise of the mutually named Dark Lord. However, the head of our division managed to persuade the minister to finance the rest of our duties and research.
Soon afterwards, the division was in confusion again. The reconnaissance operatives and Aurors were at each other's necks about who could work in the field, and who were to be stationed at the Ministry. The division then split into two sectors: the Light Sector, in charge of the public relations and office positions, as well as the more intellectual positions, and the Dark Sector, which was in charge of the fieldwork, the magical situations, and was the brawn of the division. I, as you already know, am a member of the Dark Sector.
Well, I think that's about enough of that. This small log cabin I am in serves me very little purpose than for resting, and I rest very little. It is not safe to rest anymore, as the Dark Lord's agents are carefully searching for weak, unsuspecting Ministry officials, agents, and operatives. I have had less than a few hours of sleep in the past three days. The reason being is that I suspect I have found not the Dark Lord, but a ring of his followers just outside of Hertfordshire. I am going to wait a bit, however, before sending for fellow operatives in either reconnaissance or the Aurors. This is because I do not want to draw attention to myself before being absolutely sure of any death eaters in the area.
Although my log seems to be one continuous story, it has taken me several nights before compiling my story tonight. The reason being that a log is a frightfully waste of time. Most agents in the Dark Sector only compile their logs before a presumably dangerous mission, where there may be no return. I, however, am not going to enter a dangerous mission, so I will be updating my log soon after tonight. However, since there is a small threat of danger, I took the liberty of updating my log in case I am incapacitated for a highly unlikely reason, or in case I forget.
Just a couple miles south of my cabin (two miles) there is a small, rather suspicious looking cave. After this log entry I will journey there and have a peek. I will write about its contents afterwards. All that I know about it is that the cave may be used for death eater meetings. Another possibility is that it may be a training ground for potential death eaters. I do not suspect it, however, of much importance to the overall mission of capturing the Dark Lord. This small cave may be just a minor outpost of the Dark Lord's minions.
I must be brief; I see something outside... from observing through my telescope (a marvelous muggle invention if I say so myself), there seems to be people moving out of the cave. They seem to be headed in my direction, so I must part with these closing words. Do not waste your time in Hertfordshire; it seems to me there is no real importance. I shall inform the minister tomorrow of my request to transfer to London, which is where the real action is. Well, I really must part now (the people seem suspicious), goodnight.