Chapter three: The body
An owl, such wonderful creatures they were, bring messages at any time. What startled Albus Dumbledore was the fact that someone would be sending him an owl this early in the morning. It was 2 AM after all.
'Happy Halloween!' the card read looking rather cheerful as if to counteract the fact that it was being sent at 2 AM. Casually Dumbledore opened the card, "The tricks on you!" a familiar evil voice said loudly before cackling insanely though the card read 'your treat's on the Hogwarts gate.'
"What have you got up your sleeve this time Tom?"
It wasn't until later that morning that anyone noticed something was up, the missing potions master was a clue and the somber headmaster would make rumors fly but the thing that made the students really want to know what was happening this early Halloween morning was the Dark Mark hanging ominously over the gates of Hogwarts. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall went to the gates that the problems really started.
The Daily Prophet took pictures and before Hogwarts could cover up the incident the entire student population knew about the body of a fellow student hanging on the gates. She was hung in a crucifix-like style, her arm stretched into a Y shape making sure the world saw the Dark Mark clearly on her arm. Dumbledore barely got his word about the tragedy before The Prophet printed.
'"Miss Dawn was an informant for the order and I regret to say that is more than likely the reason for her death," a melancholy Albus Dumbledore said just outside the gates of Hogwarts. He also informed us that services will be held at Hogwarts for the courageous young woman who faced her death many times to bring vital information to the side of light. Informants at Hogwarts say that Larissa Dawn, a 7th year Hufflepuff, decided to help in the war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named with the death of her close friend the late Cedric Diggory two years ago.'
The lies were in plain sight to any who knew her, her close friend Diggory had never seemed to be able remember her name and probably never cared, for her being courageous she never stood up for herself when Slytherins pushed her down staircases or sent her to the hospital wing with curses and hexes, she never told anyone who had cursed her when they had found her suffering from the after effects of crucio her third year, and as for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named she called him 'The Dark Lord' and she was damn proud of it.
But plainly put Larissa Dawn was now a martyr for the side of the light. It was a very good thing she was dead actually, if she had been found out as a traitor and lived she would have no doubt gone off and crawled back to the Death Eaters. She would have just kept coming back till she died. She was loyal, just not to the Dark Lord.
Albus Dumbledore fingered the pale yellow diary, he had been skimming through it looking for something to put in her elegy but so far he had found nothing. He then stumbled across a page that only had one sentence on it. It simply read, "He doesn't love me."
The ageing headmaster was attempting to find out who but all he could find pointed towards one Michael Orrin. Now why Michael had caught her eye no one really knows, sure he was handsome and had that smooth aristocratic way of taking control but he was not out of her league. Normally schoolgirl crushes fall upon guys that are always out of the crushee's league (the unobtainableness making the romance tragically die before it ever starts), as the reason for this is still unknown I will not press the issue. Michael was not as tall as some, not as dark as most, and barely passed the ridiculously high bar that counted as handsome, he was fairly normal. Well as normal and a handsome Death Eater can get.
One thing you learn in life is, the most dangerous evil people are the ones you can't spot. Typically throughout the history of evil there are 2 types of evil villains. The first type is the more commonly used evil, the evil who's twisted, scarred and ugly soul matches his horrid looks. It's like you can always spot the villain because of how ugly he is. The next evil is the one more people are afraid of, this evil villain is sly, handsome and manipulative.
The problem with handsome evil villains is they are usually rather intelligent, you don't know their evil until it's too late. Now you can usually tell a second type evil by the people flocking to him and that you also seem to feel the need to take his side, even against the well known 'good guy'. These villains also have fewer weaknesses than the 'ugly villain'; they are more often than not conquered by skill rather than their own idiocy. Michael was rather good at being this type of villain, at least as good as he could be, being a low ranking death eater.
Not that Dumbledore knew this. He knew the young ex-student and current Azkaban guard had wept tragically over the death of his love while holding her body at the gates. He had come as soon as he had heard, abandoning his post and letting many of the criminals escape. It was a full scale Azkaban break out actually. All the guards on duty were dead. Love saved his life. No, the young Mr. Orrin had been nothing but kind to the girl. They loved each other. They had to.
An owl, such wonderful creatures they were, bring messages at any time. What startled Albus Dumbledore was the fact that someone would be sending him an owl this early in the morning. It was 2 AM after all.
'Happy Halloween!' the card read looking rather cheerful as if to counteract the fact that it was being sent at 2 AM. Casually Dumbledore opened the card, "The tricks on you!" a familiar evil voice said loudly before cackling insanely though the card read 'your treat's on the Hogwarts gate.'
"What have you got up your sleeve this time Tom?"
It wasn't until later that morning that anyone noticed something was up, the missing potions master was a clue and the somber headmaster would make rumors fly but the thing that made the students really want to know what was happening this early Halloween morning was the Dark Mark hanging ominously over the gates of Hogwarts. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall went to the gates that the problems really started.
The Daily Prophet took pictures and before Hogwarts could cover up the incident the entire student population knew about the body of a fellow student hanging on the gates. She was hung in a crucifix-like style, her arm stretched into a Y shape making sure the world saw the Dark Mark clearly on her arm. Dumbledore barely got his word about the tragedy before The Prophet printed.
'"Miss Dawn was an informant for the order and I regret to say that is more than likely the reason for her death," a melancholy Albus Dumbledore said just outside the gates of Hogwarts. He also informed us that services will be held at Hogwarts for the courageous young woman who faced her death many times to bring vital information to the side of light. Informants at Hogwarts say that Larissa Dawn, a 7th year Hufflepuff, decided to help in the war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named with the death of her close friend the late Cedric Diggory two years ago.'
The lies were in plain sight to any who knew her, her close friend Diggory had never seemed to be able remember her name and probably never cared, for her being courageous she never stood up for herself when Slytherins pushed her down staircases or sent her to the hospital wing with curses and hexes, she never told anyone who had cursed her when they had found her suffering from the after effects of crucio her third year, and as for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named she called him 'The Dark Lord' and she was damn proud of it.
But plainly put Larissa Dawn was now a martyr for the side of the light. It was a very good thing she was dead actually, if she had been found out as a traitor and lived she would have no doubt gone off and crawled back to the Death Eaters. She would have just kept coming back till she died. She was loyal, just not to the Dark Lord.
Albus Dumbledore fingered the pale yellow diary, he had been skimming through it looking for something to put in her elegy but so far he had found nothing. He then stumbled across a page that only had one sentence on it. It simply read, "He doesn't love me."
The ageing headmaster was attempting to find out who but all he could find pointed towards one Michael Orrin. Now why Michael had caught her eye no one really knows, sure he was handsome and had that smooth aristocratic way of taking control but he was not out of her league. Normally schoolgirl crushes fall upon guys that are always out of the crushee's league (the unobtainableness making the romance tragically die before it ever starts), as the reason for this is still unknown I will not press the issue. Michael was not as tall as some, not as dark as most, and barely passed the ridiculously high bar that counted as handsome, he was fairly normal. Well as normal and a handsome Death Eater can get.
One thing you learn in life is, the most dangerous evil people are the ones you can't spot. Typically throughout the history of evil there are 2 types of evil villains. The first type is the more commonly used evil, the evil who's twisted, scarred and ugly soul matches his horrid looks. It's like you can always spot the villain because of how ugly he is. The next evil is the one more people are afraid of, this evil villain is sly, handsome and manipulative.
The problem with handsome evil villains is they are usually rather intelligent, you don't know their evil until it's too late. Now you can usually tell a second type evil by the people flocking to him and that you also seem to feel the need to take his side, even against the well known 'good guy'. These villains also have fewer weaknesses than the 'ugly villain'; they are more often than not conquered by skill rather than their own idiocy. Michael was rather good at being this type of villain, at least as good as he could be, being a low ranking death eater.
Not that Dumbledore knew this. He knew the young ex-student and current Azkaban guard had wept tragically over the death of his love while holding her body at the gates. He had come as soon as he had heard, abandoning his post and letting many of the criminals escape. It was a full scale Azkaban break out actually. All the guards on duty were dead. Love saved his life. No, the young Mr. Orrin had been nothing but kind to the girl. They loved each other. They had to.