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Chapter fifteen: The Daily Prophet
Peter Pettigrew Found Alive after Sixteen Years
Last Night at Hogwarts castle, Peter Pettigrew was found alive and well. (Peter was supposedly killed by Sirius black sixteen years ago.) Peter was in fact, an unregistered Animagus. In fact, he was a rat Animagus. What makes this even more interesting is the Dark Mark on his right forearm, signifying that he is a servant of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But why was a Death Eater wandering about the secret corridors of Hogwarts? And why did a Death Eater let himself get captured by a student? Why would a Slytherin capture a Death Eater and turn him in? Maybe we have been slightly biased towards our schoolmates in the dungeons. When asked for a comment, Albus Dumbledore gave us the entire story as it was told to him.
Late last night Harry Davison and Draco Malfoy two seventh years Slytherins struck out from their common room, hoping to pull a prank on a poor unsuspecting soul. However, Harry Davison saw something very odd down the secret passage: a rat with a silver paw. Nobody knows how Davison recognized Pettigrew, but he sent Draco back to the Common Room and went straight to the headmaster. Later today Davison is receiving an award for services to the school. Pettigrew has been placed in a special cell in Azkaban so that he cannot escape in his Animagus form. Thurman Merman reporting for the Daily Prophet.
"Come on Harry. Tell me!" Draco said after Harry finished reading the article. "Tell me how you know he was a Death Eater!"
"For the last time Draco, I'm not telling you the truth, but if you want, I'll make up a convincing lie for you." Harry responded sharply before changing the subject. "I can't believe we have to wear dress robes. I only caught a freaking rat. It's not like he was Voldemort or something!"
Draco flinched and went deathly silent.
"What?" Harry demanded after seeing Draco's face.
"H-how can you say his name?" Draco stuttered
"Because he doesn't scare me. I can't die. If I felt like it I could go out and kick his pale, snakelike ass." Harry replied.
"Bull." Draco answered. "You can die in sunlight and a stake through the heart would take you out no problem. Or if you got your head chopped off." Draco replied.
"My head won't come off. A while ago, I tried it in a guillotine and it didn't even leave a mark." Harry answered.
"Bull." Draco said again
"Try it. Do you know the magical sword spell?" Harry asked
"I'm not going to kill you." Draco replied
"Of course not. You're just going to try and cut off my head. Besides, if you kill me I won't have to sit through that stupid ceremony." Harry told him
"Good point. But if you die, don't say I didn't warn you. Ynihsdnaprahs!!!" Draco cast the spell and a sword that looked as if it was made of blue fire appeared in his hand. Draco made a beautiful two handed swing and there was a sound very similar to glass shattering. The magical sword shattered and Harry's head was still in place.
"OK. You made your point, but what about stakes?" Draco asked.
"Ugh. I don't have all day to prove I'm immortal. Let's go." Harry stormed out of the room and headed for the Great Hall, his green dress robes billowing out behind him. Draco shrugged and followed him.
Loud trumpets greeted his arrival to the hall. 'Oh they could be using all the money they've spent here to fight Voldemort.' Harry thought as he entered the hall. It was true. They seemed to have spent enough money on this ceremony to hare a small army of security trolls. Harry rolled his eyes as he walked down the aisle towards the high table. Dumbledore was waiting for him at the end. As was Cornelius Fudge. Albus looked clearly uncomfortable about this whole party. Harry gathered instantly that the party was Fudge's idea. Next to Fudge there was a house-elf holding a cushion. Harry's eye's bugged slightly when he saw what sat atop it. An order of Merlin: third class.