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And here is another letter.
Interlude: Shall I Offer Thee Congratulations?
February 22nd, 1995
Potter:
I suppose you will want me to offer you congratulations. After all, you managed to uncover and destroy a Death Eater, and to prevent another from killing your brother on the same day.
I shall not offer you congratulations. There is no reason to. If you had paid attention to my warning, and if you had been wary of the man who called himself Moody from the beginning, none of this would have happened.
You will argue that you cannot trust me. What motive had I for warning you? You will want to know that, and say that nothing makes sense without it.
I have told you that motive. Of course I have. You just have chosen not to pay attention to me. I am bored, Potter, bored with all that my Lord and Bellatrix make me do, the useless missions they send me on, the useless curses they inflict on me which no longer hurt any more. You, at least, promise the interest of some excitement. You do things differently. I cannot always predict what will happen around you. You will be glad to know that my leg is intact, that the curse I caught at Lucius's home did not manage to sever it, but the fact that it happened is a source of intense joy and delight to me, because it is not something that my Lord or Bellatrix would have done. I cannot wait to see what wounds I might take the next time I fight against you.
You are an entertainment to me. You very much were at the Quidditch World Cup, which is why I gave you the warning about Mulciber. And then you chose to disregard it! I am disappointed in you, Potter. Keep this up, and you will not be interesting any more.
For now, though, you are still interesting, especially because Bellatrix clenches her teeth and wails about Mulciber never coming back, and worries that we are too few to continue our Lord's work. Why does she worry? She must know that our Lord's work, this year, is not up to us.
I will give you another warning, because you amuse me so. See that you do not misuse this one.
Watch the sun, Potter, and fear it.
With all the regards of self-interest,
Evan Rosier.