INTERVIEW WITH THE DEATH EATER
"I always knew I would get my revenge." The man smirked. "And I did. Ha. Ha."
"Tell us your account of what happened," said Fudge, his nostrils flaring with distaste as he looked at the man. "Of course nothing will save you from your fate, as we have several eyewitnesses who are willing to testify before the Wizengamot. However, everything must be followed according to proper procedure –"
"Yes, Minister," the man interjected, "You were always one to follow procedure…"
Fudge glared at the man. "Yes, well…as I was saying, Rita here – " he indicated the blond reporter hovering eagerly in the corner of the cell "will get down every word you say and put it all in the Daily Prophet." The man raised an eyebrow.
"Why on earth would you allow me to explain in the Daily Prophet?" Fudge crossed his arms, rather impatiently, it seemed, and glared at the man.
"It is part of the deal I have negotiated with Dumbledore. You get to tell your story, get to say anything you want to get off of your chest – and we get to kill you. We wanted to just kill you and be done with it, but Dumbledore – ah – persuaded us, shall I say."
"Yes, sounds like something Dumbledore would do," the man said and began to giggle. "Dumbledore. Heehee. What a funny name. Bumblesnore, heehee. Funny, funny." Fudge scraped his chair away a few inches.
"You've gone barmy," he said, looking at him doubtfully. The man smirked again, and one couldn't help noticing that the expression seemed a natural one to his face.
"I apologize. I will try to keep my insanity to a minimum for the duration of this interview. Will that suffice, Minister?" He made a mocking little half-bow to Fudge, who looked a bit disconcerted. Fudge nodded shortly.
"Rita?" he called over his shoulder. Rita Skeeter bounded from her seat excitedly, and stuck out a mannish hand to the man. Instead of taking it, he merely stared at it for a minute, then looked down.
"Alligator lady." He acknowledged respectfully. Rita's thickly manicured eyebrows shot up rapidly. "Why, I never!" she said, sounding outraged.
"Well, now you have," the man smiled slightly. "On to other matters. I would like to tell my story now, Minister, if you would allow…?"
"Get on with it," Fudge snarled.
The man began to tell his tale.