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Interlude: The Serpent's Breath
October 3rd, 1995
Dear Lord Voldemort:
I hope you do not think I do you any impertinence by contacting you. I have heard, from reading stories of the First War, that one need only speak a certain incantation over a letter in order for it to reach you—but those letters must be sent by those wishing, sincerely, in their hearts to help and not harm you. I have used the incantation, and my intentions are pure. I can only hope this message will reach your hands or the hands of one of your loyal Death Eaters.
I will retain my name in silence for right now, even as I have used charms to disguise my handwriting. I am sure that a wizard of your power is capable of discovering who I am, and even my gender. I would not mind that, but I do not wish just anyone to know. The fools who think me their ally would put up such a fuss. They already do. I am tired of listening to them. I did what I could to maintain the alliance, but they only think me a joker. No one grants me any sincere respect. Even the people I counted on as friends look at me as if they would like to smack me, as if they think that I can't know anything about the real world just because I didn't fight in the First War. None of them did, either, except the traitors who have turned their backs on the allegiance they swore to you. I wonder if they forget that?
My reason for writing is to describe an attack that Harry Potter and his allies will make on the camp of Woodhouse on Saturday, the seventh of October. They will time their attack to coincide with the rising of the full moon, and they have five werewolves with them. The main attack, Harry Potter and four bodyguards, will come in on brooms, so that Potter can drop the anti-Apparition wards while the werewolves distract the guards. They plan to rescue the captured Muggles your Lordship took from London if they can, and if not, to make sure that your Lordship is unable to use Woodhouse in the future. There will be three strike forces working under Lucius Malfoy, Adalrico Bulstrode, and Severus Snape. Aurors will wait until the attack is done to come in and take any captured Death Eaters to Tullianum. Potter has assumed your Lordship has taken wounds in the autumnal equinox battle so severe that you will not be there.
My Lord, I am willing to serve you. I've had too much contact with Muggles already, which is not surprising, considering my life. I despise them, and I agree that it would be better altogether if they and their tainted progeny were gone from our world. When you discover my true identity, I hope that you will not disdain me for my bloodline. It might seem to compromise my allegiance, but I promise you, I wish you nothing but good. Potter and his allies have insulted me too many times.
If you will it so, I will come to you in the near future and take the Dark Mark. However, I hope to persuade you against this, for now, as it would make it impossible for me to retain my place in Potter's ranks without being discovered. If you allow me to remain where I am, I will be able to pass you information on future attacks, and be well-satisfied in seeing Potter hurt and killed.
They will learn not to laugh at me. I have secrets I have never told any of them, secrets that even well-placed hints only made them sneer at me for. If you are so good as to find me worthy of your service, my Lord, I will be more than happy to reveal them to you.
With sincerity,
The Serpent.