Chapter 41: The Offer Of Revenge

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The next morning Remus was once again unable to make it to his classes. So Hermione had to take over his lessons for the next three days. This time she had the sixth year Advance students and she had a lesson planned that none of them would forget. She waited until they were all settled and then she started.

"Today were going to talk about the difference between a good Death Eater, meaning one that manages to keep out of Azkaban and what I like to call Death Eaters that fall under that category of stupid, stupider, and stupidest. Now does anyone know any Death Eaters that have managed to keep themselves out of Azkaban?"

Dean Thomas raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas."

"Snape," he answered.

Hermione frowned at him, but nodded.

"Two points to Gryffindor," Hermione said.

They all stared at her, but she ignored them.

"Now while Severus is a good example of a wizard that has managed to keep out of Azkaban that's not the only one that has. Lucius Malfoy managed to stay out of Azkaban for fifteen years before he was caught and sent there. Now Voldemort prides himself on Death Eaters that can get the job done. However, there are those that fall under the other category that require disguise and just plain luck to keep out of Azkaban. Their not that talented, but they have their place in the scheme of things. Now can anyone tell me of any wizards that fall under the other category?"

Seamus Finnigan raised his hand and Hermione pointed to him.

"Vincent Crabbe's father," he said.

"Correct," Hermione said. "Ten points to Gryffindor. Now there is Gregory Goyle's dad and a couple others. Now let's move on what makes wizards and witches go over to Voldemort's side. What do you think causes this to happen?"

Harry raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Potter."

"Belief," he answered.

She nodded and smiled at him.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, belief," she said. "Another ten points to Gryffindor. However there are other things that do it as well. Some of them come from families that demand that their children join up and sometimes it's how they were raised. Severus' father, a muggle, abused Severus and his mother while he was alive. While Severus played no part in the death of his father, I believe that he died from cancer; his father played a very important role in what his son became. Severus had no example of good muggles and so he believed that all muggles should die. Also Voldemort used the Wizarding world's desire for a pure community to his advantage. Voldemort killed his father and grandparents and then disappeared. Without this link, or proof, he was able to fool people into believing that he was a Pureblood."

Pavarti raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Patil."

"So if Voldemort isn't a Pureblood, then what is his real name?"

"Tom Riddle," she answered.

She raised her hand again.

"But what about the Malfoy's? I mean, they would have known that Voldemort wasn't a real name. I mean, their parents would have known."

"Good point, but like all those that followed him, they were fooled. Voldemort's circle is made up of nothing but fools."

And with that the bell rang.

When the class had left Professor Sprout came around and dropped off a letter on her desk. She looked up at the Herbology teacher, but Sprout said nothing. When she was gone Hermione opened it.

Dear Hermione,

I hope that everything is going well at Hogwarts. My wife is expecting our first child and life is great. Tell the family that I miss them, but I will see them after this bloody war is over.

With love,

Fred

Hermione smiled and put it away.

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"Now drink it up," the Healer told Vernon.

He grunted but drank the foul brew.

"This is disgusting," he commented.

She grinned at him and then left.

"You know, they should take that potion and shove it where the sun doesn't shine," said a voice from the doorway.

Vernon turned to see a tall man standing there.

"And who are you?" Vernon asked.

He grinned at him.

"My name is Vincent Thyme," the man told him. "I'm here on my master's business and he's heard that you've been bitten. He's offering your rights within the Wizarding world."

Vernon gave him a strange look.

"We don't want to be apart of the Wizarding world," Vernon said.

He smiled at him.

"You might not want to, but I'm sure that you still hate Harry Potter."

"Of course I do," Vernon said. "The boy's been nothing but trouble for years."

"Well then, you and my master have something in common. He wants Harry Potter gone and he's willing to let you join his ranks as a Death Eater so that you can finally see your fondest wish come true. The removal of Harry Potter from your life. What do you say?"

"Let me think about it," Vernon said.

"I'll be waiting."

And he was gone.

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"So did you read all your mail?" McGonagall asked Hermione when she joined her at the staff table.

"All, but one," Hermione said.

She showed her the letter that had her financial report in it.

"Are you worried?"

"A little," she said. "I managed to fill those orders, but it was a close thing. I'm almost afraid that my brooms didn't sell as well as I thought they would."

McGonagall gave her a small smile.

"I'm sure that you did fine."

Hermione sighed.

"I hope so."

She opened the letter and looked it over. It read that she had sold more then twenty thousand brooms and now her Gringotts account racked her at over a million galleons. Hermione stared, not believing what she was reading.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" McGonagall asked.

She stared at it again and then handed it to McGonagall. She looked at it and then smiled.

"This is great," she said. "I believe you're the first Muggleborn to ever be rich in the Wizarding world. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am, but I just didn't think it was possible."

She smiled at her again.

"Anything is possible."

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A figure walked slowly across the lane, heading for the Weasley house. It had glassy eyes and its clothing was hanging off its body. It moaned and groaned as the house got nearer. Mrs. Weasley, who was busy getting the last of the vegetables in before the winter truly hit, saw the figure. She watched as it got closer and closer and then let out a scream of terror. She ran for the house, but the figure caught her.

"Your son killed me and I'm going to sue him," she yelled.

Mrs. Weasley fainted.

Note: Well I guess Ron and Hermione both have surprises in-store for them. Next chapter: American Lawyers Jeff Byrd and Alanna Wolff come to defense Ron's victim in a strange case, Hermione and Remus go house hunting and find that their house isn't normal, and Gryffindor and Slytherin have their Quidditch match with Wolff and Byrd as Dumbledore's guests.