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Interlude: The Liberator's Ninth Letter
May 1st, 1997
Dear Minister Scrimgeour:
Falco Parkinson is dead.
I know that you probably know this already, but I could not forbear writing you a letter when I felt him perish in my head. I was having a dream I did not understand, because of the confusion of light and magic in it, but I saw the moment when the Dark rent him apart.
I am so relieved, sir, but I can only imagine what you and Harry vates must be feeling, now that the Dark Lord who threatened your power and his life is gone at last. I hope my information has made some little difference in the fight against him.
As well, sir, I heard the speech that you gave a few days after I sent my last letter, saying that anyone who was a friend of the Ministry and unfairly threatened by your enemies had only to come to you for protection. I have been thinking about that since. As I said before, I have so rarely been out of the house that I am woefully ignorant about the ways of the wizarding world. My parents Apparated me most everywhere, when they allowed me out. I have seen the houses of some of their friends, and Diagon Alley once or twice, but I have never seen a map, and I am not sure how far the Ministry lies from my home.
I do not ask for rescue. I am not even sure how useful my information was to you, sir. I still think that I must find my way out of here myself. But I will, if I can, include a subtle list of clues here that may enable you to tell me my location relative to the Ministry. Sending a letter to me will not work, but another speech which includes, among other information, the placing of my father's house might. As I said once before, however, he has spells that will enable him to identify a letter leaving the house with his name in it, or an anagram, so I must be as careful as I can.
I know we are in a place often called the evergreen country.
I know that my parents have often told me the Dark is anathema, and should be cast out of proper wizarding society if at all possible.
I know that my father's "friends" are submissive to him, and would bow their heads and lend their money if he asked to any project, though none of them have very much.
Our name resembles the light that comes after the moon and the stars.
I am sorry, sir, that I can be no more specific. And please do not distress yourself if no opportunity comes for some months to give me any clue. I have survived so far, and I can continue surviving. But I have begun to trust that I will be free, and even that I have friends who can aid me after my escape. I hope that I may someday see you face to face, to thank you for the sense of purpose and the inspiration that you have given me, and be able to do the same thing for Harry vates.
Yours,
The Liberator.
