AN: I didn't change all that much in this chapter and we're getting close to the fun stuff now.
Yaxley Residence, London, England, 1/15/1976, 03:00
Harry was currently waiting for his next target to come home. Finding out where this particular death eater lived had been surprisingly difficult.
This man was an administrative clerk at the D.M.L.E and had easy access to sensitive information pertaining to the aurors' movements and was number one on Harry's ministry mole list, which he had selected as his first targets to neutralize.
Once Harry had found the man's home, getting through his amateurish wards had been child's play.
Harry was currently sitting on Corban's couch drinking a beer from the man's icebox while he waited on Yaxley to come back from killing muggles, blowing Voldemort, or whatever sniveling sadistic sycophants did for fun. He was wearing his Reaper robes and had his face covered under his hood as he usually did on these missions.
Harry's musings were interrupted by the fireplace flaring green,
The tall blonde man stepped into his flat and quickly noticed Harry sitting on his couch. Yaxley tried to go for his wand but it was yanked from his sleeve by a nonverbal summoning spell.
Another spell hit Yaxley this time an incarcerous hexcausing Corban to collapse to the floor, bound tightly in ropes.
"What do you want from me?" Corban asked in a voice tinged with fear.
"You are a Ministry mole, you leak sensitive information to Voldemort. I find you to be a liability," Harry stated in a conversational tone.
"Idon't know what you're talking abou-"
"Legillimens!" Harry incanted, cutting Yaxley off midsentence.
Harry entered the man's mind and saw some of the depraved acts this man committed. Then he saw all the information Yaxley had passed on to Voldemort, some of it was even about him.
"You have been passing information about me. That was very naughty, Mister Yaxley," Harry scolded the trembling death eater after pulling his presence from the man's mind.
"You bastard," Yaxley hissed as he recovered from tbe unexpected attack.
"CRUCIO!" Harry hissed, directing his wand at the bound man.
Yaxley immediately started to scream and began writhing against his bindings. Harry held the spell for a good minute, the things he had seen this man do while in his mind deserved punishment.
Releasing the spell Harry vanished the bindings and then cut off Corban's left sleeve of Yaxley's robes.
"You're going to be a message to the dark lord, Corban," Harry told the trembling man.
"What me-message?" Corban asked hopeful that he would survive this encounter.
"Avada Kedavra," the swooping green light struck the prone man, Killing him with barely a sound.
"That I'm coming for him," Harry told the lifeless Death Eater before exiting the flat, his job was done, he had others to visit.
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McNair Residence, Caledonian Forest, Scotland, 1/16/1976, 03:00
This residence was in the middle of nowhere, his family must have owned this property for centuries Harry thought to himself as he approached the ward line.
This man was more of a brute than anything else, but he was very good with violent creatures and was responsible for the negotiations that brought the 'Giants' Voldemort currently had in his ranks. He was also part of the Death Eaters inside the ministry so he was number two on Harry's list. 'Walden McNair' was going to meet 'The Reaper' tonight, if for no other reason than the mark on his arm.
Waving his wand over the wards Harry was surprised at how useless they were, the wards only repelled muggles and there was a very old alert ward, with absolutely no protections. Shaking his head Harry crossed the wards easily and headed for the house.
Pushing open the unlocked front door, he was shocked at how disgusting the house was. It was one of those old pioneer-style cabins built from timber plained square from the forest, but the floor had empty whiskey bottles strewn everywhere and there were moldy plates and cups on every flat surface, the place smelled of piss, stale alcohol, and rotten food.
This house strongly reminded him of the memory he had seen in his sixth year of the "Gaunt Shack' when young Tom Riddle visited his uncle Morphin in nineteen forty-three.
Shaking his head in disgust Harry cast a 'Homenum Revelio" charm, the spell indicated Walden was in the back bedroom and he started walking in that direction making sure not to knock any bottles together and alert his prey, he soon heard loud snoring when he got close to the door.
Opening the door, Harry saw his target asleep in bed and snoring loudly, he casually cast a binding spell and had the man bound tightly in ropes. Harry lazily took McNair's wand off of his nightstand snickering at how easy this man was to subdue.
The man still hadn't woken up, even after being tied up like a Christmas tree, so Harry cast a spell to gently ease him into wakefulness. "CRUCIO!"
McNair was instantly awake screaming his lungs out and thrashing violently against his bindings and Harry lazily canceled the spell.
"Your security and awareness are atrocious, but not to worry I'm just here for information then I'll be on my way," Harry told him casually.
"I won't tell you anything!" the man roared defiantly.
Harry just chuckled "You don't have a choice in the matter, Mister McNair," Harry told him matter-of-factly before he raised his wand and cast, "Legillimens!"
McNair's memories were even more depraved than Yaxley's, but he didn't have any important information on Voldemort, and Harry quickly left the man's disgusting mind scared for his own sanity if he stayed in there too long.
"You are a disgusting little monster, I think the world will be quite pleased with hearing the news of your death," Harry said feeling sickened by the man before him.
Deciding he was done here he looked at McNair and then cast a decapitation curse, separating the man's head from his neck.
Leaving this disgusting shack, Harry knew he was going to have to pull an all-nighter if he wanted to catch his most elusive target yet.
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D.o.M Corridor, Ministry of Magic, London,1/16/1976, 07:59
Lurking in the D.o.M corridor, Harry waited for Mister Rookwood to arrive for work this beautiful Sunday Morning. Harry had taken out his family's old invisibility cloak for this job and was currently hidden under it. He was standing near the lift entrance to the D.o.M corridor as he watched unspeakables step out of the lift every so often.
Augustus Rookwood was a very elusive man and Harry was not going to even try and track him down as he did with Croaker.
The assassination of a ministry employee on Ministry of Magic's premises would send a powerful message to Voldemort, so this would work to his advantage regardless.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts as the lift clamored open. He watched as Kramer and another man Harry didn't recognize stepped out of the lift and walked past him, neither of them any the wiser to his presence.
Harry was five feet from the lifts so he was going to make his move when his target passed him, then disappear into the closing lift and make his escape before anyone realized what happened.
Harry had to wait twenty minutes before the lift door opened and Saul Croaker stepped out followed seconds later by Augustus Rookwood.
Rookwood was walking slowly out of the lift reading from a file as he walked. Harry couldn't help but notice how oblivious bothmenwete, granted Harry was invisible but still they didn't seem to be very aware of their surroundings.
Harry waited until the two unspeakables started were within three feet of him before he drew his dagger. In one swift motion, he rammed the blade into Rookwood's neck as the man started walking past him.
Harry forcefully withdrew the dagger from Rookwood's neck and darted into the lift. Harry was pleased to note that the doors were starting to shut before Croaker had even turned around.
Harry pressed the button for level eight and quickly crossed the atrium to the fireplaces. He vanished from the Ministry of Magic in a flash of green flames before Croaker had time to sound the alarm.
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Directors Office, D.M.L.E, Ministry of Magic, London, 1/29/1976, 09:00
"Well, Alastor what have you found out so far?" Barty Crouch asked impatiently.
Moody sighed internally, Purebloods had been turning up dead all month, Selwyn, Carrows, Yaxley, Rookwood, McNair, Travers, Gibbons, and just this morning Lord Parkinson was found dead in his home.
The only solid link was that every last one of them bore the Dark Mark on their forearm.
Crouch cleared his throat drawing Moody from his thoughts, he shook his head before answering.
"So far all the people that have been killed were marked death eaters. All fifteen bore the mark including the three ministry employees."
"I'm actually glad he got Yaxley, that bastard had access to all our files. The spooks say that all that have fallen minus Mister Rookwood have a magical trace that is a positive match to the Reaper," Moody finished.
"Damn, this is getting insane Alastor! Five of those men were on the Wizengamot, we lost four members over Christmas anymore and the court cannot function. I am at a loss as to how to handle this," Barty sighed tiredly.
"Use this as an excuse to raise the budget for the D.M.L.E., those stuffy purebloods will pass the bill in a heartbeat if they think it will stop all these purebloods from being killed in their homes," Moody suggested.
"That is a thought, I could get us more Aurors to help fight these 'Dark Bastards', but lead them to believe I'm after the Reaper. Yes, I'll bring the idea to the minister," Crouch stated and waved Moody off clearly in a hurry to get the ball rolling.
Moody nodded and made his way out of his boss's office, he was really likingthe Reaper's style, even if Moody had to be his clean-up crew.
If by some miracle he had been able to arrest most of the people he had found dead, they would have been out in a couple of days. Now he didn't have to worry about that, they were not a problem any longer.
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Nott Manor, Nottingham, England, 1/30/1976, 15:00
"They passed the bill, my lord," said the fearful Rabastan Lestrange.
Out of all of his original death Emeaters, the dark lord now only had five still living. He had hundreds of foreign wands but the core group he had started out with was almost gone.
He still had Thadeus Nott and Randolph LeStrange from his school days the rest had fallen to the Reaper. He also had a fresh crop graduating from Hogwarts in June, but he was growing concerned.
In the last month, all he had hoped to accomplish with his December purge had been nullified. He had hoped to gain the dark faction the majority in the Wizengamot. Now the factions were right back where they started.
The fact the new bill to strengthen the D.M.L.E had passed was an indicator of how ineffective the attacks in December had been.
"Very well, I want every Death Eater here now. Rabastan let me see your arm," Voldemort commanded.
The man eagerly presented his mark and Voldemort pressed his finger to it. All over Britain death eaters felt their Mark burn and hurried to obey its call.
The door to the throne room opened and death eaters started pouring in. They took a place in the converted ballroom and fell to their knees in subservience.
It took over ten minutes for every death eater in Britain (minus the seven still at Hogwarts) to arrive.
Voldemort was most displeased to learn Dumbledore had sealed off all the tunnels into the school after Damien Greengrass was discovered dead at Malfoy Manor.
Looking upon his kneeling minions he spoke in a soft voice that carried over the silent room.
"You are all being hunted. The Reaper has been targeting any man who bears my mark. So I am ordering every one of you to reside here from now on. I have made this manor's wards impenetrable so you have no fear of being attacked in the dead of night. Send your house elves to bring you tents for your accommodations and set them up on the lawns."
Now we have had many setbacks lately but we will come out of this victorious! We will rule the Wizarding World, just as I've promised. The Reaper will fall by my wand, but in the meantime, we must prepare for the attack on Godrics Hollow. The Potters escaped us once they will not do so again!" Voldemort finished his speech to raucous cheering.
Yes, the Reaper may have taken some of his best men, but The dark lord Voldemort would come out victorious in the end.
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Headmaster Office, Hogwarts, Scotland, 1/31/1976, 20:03
Albus Dumbledore was shocked!
In the last two months over a hundred and fifty people had been murdered.
Granted most of that killing had happened last month, during the five days of continuous raids but this month the Reaper had been killing purebloods in their homes. One man was assassinated at the ministry in broad daylight!
Albus was at a loss what to do, the Wizengamot had just passed a bill to beef up the D.M.L.E so that at least was some good news.
The dark faction was neutered quite effectively. Dumbledore had feared what laws would pass after the light factionhad lost four sitting members in December.
Fortunately by the time the Wizengamot was in session again, it didn't matter. Five sitting members of the dark faction were found dead and balance was once again restored.
The order was on the fence about the situation, Alastor Moody was a big fan of the Reaper as were Frank Longbottom and the Prewitt twins. Elphias Doge thought the man was a barbarian much like himself but most just thought the Reaper was doing the world a favor after the December raids.
Albus' thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in Hadrian," Albus called to his newest staff member through the door.
The man entered quietly taking a detour on the way to his desk long enough to stroke Fawkes' head. before taking a seat in front of him.
"How are you doing Hadrian?" Albus asked warmly.
"Quite well Headmaster, the defense club is going well and I've picked up quite a few fifth years in my potions tutoring," Hadrian answered easily.
Albus would have to admit that Hadrian being forced upon him in September was a great boon to the school, the lad was knowledgeable in all the courses he tutored and seemed to enjoy teaching.
Albus had spies everywhere in the castle and he wasn't above entering a student's mind to find out how the man handled himself in the classroom, especially in the first month Hadrian started working here.
"That's excellent news are you having any problems?" Albus asked curiously.
"Besides Bertha Jorkins trying to flirt with me in every tutoring session, not really," Harry answered with a chuckle.
"Well it's not uncommon for a student to have a crush on their teacher, but I had other reasons for asking you to meet with me this evening," Albus stated smoothly changing subjects.
"What would you like to talk about Headmaster?" Hadrian asked curiously.
"I've heard of the help you gave James Potter back in December, that one action saved many lives and preserved the Lights' position in the Wizengamot," Albus said candidly.
When Frank told him what happened with the Potters that night, and how it gave them time to warn the rest of the members of their voting block and get them to safety Albus was very impressed.
"Thank you sir, James is best friends with the heir to my house. I know our houses will be allied someday down the road. It only made sense to look out for the lad," Harry answered simply.
"Yes that is a very logical assumption, have you thought over my offer about joining my group?" Dumbledore asked hopefully.
Albus really wanted this man in the Order, the design of that Portkey was simply ingenious, he had taken a look at it and had quickly figured out how to reproduce it for all of the members of the order.
"I am sorry headmaster, I have a baby due in May and I will not endanger my family by being associated with a group that opposes that monster," Hadrian told him politely.
"Very well, I will let you be on your way. Please consider it though, you could do a lot of good for people. Anyway, Have a good night Hadrian," Albus said sadly.
"You to sir, have a good night." With those parting words, the man left his office.
Well the man had his priorities right, why couldn't he be one of those Noble Gryffindor types, Hadrian struck Albus as more of a Slytherin, cunning and working from the shadows.
Still even though Hadrian Black wasn't in the Order he had helped it tremendously.
Right now Voldemort was on the back foot and Albus would make sure he kept him there.
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Black Residence, Northumberland, England, 2/14/1976, 08:30
Harry snuck up the stairs as quietly as he could, it was a Saturday so he gave Sirius and Lily the day off from occlumency training to spend the day with his wife.
Tiptoeing past the kid's room, Harry crept into the master bedroom and saw his wife opening her eyes sleepily before he gently shut the door behind him.
"Good morning Andi," Harry said cheerfully.
"Why are you up so early?" Andi asked croakily as she sniffed the air.
"I was making breakfast," Harry beamed.
"Do I smell bacon?' She asked hopefully.
Harry chuckled as he waved his wand canceling the disillusionment charm on the hovering breakfast tray before floating it over to rest on Andromeda's nightstand.
He had made her eggs and bacon with a half stack of pancakes and a tall glass of orange juice and adorning the tray were six white roses, and six red ones In a glass vase.
"Happy Valentines Day," Harry said lovingly before leaning down to kiss her lips gently.
"Thank you Harry, Happy Valentines Day,"' Andromeda beamed before picking up the vase and inhaling the scent of the roses before setting them on her bedside table.
Harry had to help sit her up and levitated her tray in front of her since she was two-thirds of the way through her pregnancy, and her belly was getting big. Once she was situated she happily dug into her breakfast.
Harry smiled when the door opened and Nymmie came into their room and climbed on the bed.
'Daddy, are we eating breakfast in here this morning?" Nymphadora asked curiously.
"No Nymmie, I've got your breakfast ready downstairs, this is just for mummy," Harry told her smiling.
"Why?' she asked curiously.
"It's Valentine's Day," Harry told her simply, he then leaned down and kissed Andy's cheek before scooping Nymphadora up and leaving Andromeda to enjoy her breakfast in peace.
"What's Valentine's Day? Nymmie asked again
"It's a holiday. On Valentine's Day you're supposed to do something nice for your sweetheart," Harry told her as he carried her down the stairs and into the kitchen before plopping his curious daughter into her seat.
"Shouldn't people be nice to their sweethearts all the time?" Nymmie asked as if the answer should be obvious.
Harry smiled as he plated her some eggs and bacon and answered.
"You would think so, but apparently people needed a special holiday for that," Harry chuckled as he placed her plate in front of her and poured her a glass of juice.
"I smell bacon," came Iggy's sleepy voice from the entrance to the kitchen.
Harry grinned at his son who unfortunately inherited his disastrous hair.
"Yep, bacon and eggs for breakfast," Harry said with a smile.
Iggy hurried to his seat beside his sister and watched Harry plate his breakfast.
"Where's mum?' Iggy asked curiously.
"Daddy fixed Mummy breakfast in her bed," Nymmie answered between bites of her eggs.
"Oh, Dad can we go flying this morning," Iggy asked hopefully
While Nymphadora was a very competent flyer Iggy was just like him and took to flying like a fish to water, ever since he started teaching them to fly back in December Iggy had been obsessed with flying.
"It's raining today, son," Harry told him in the tone of a doctor giving a patient life-altering news.
Iggy looked devastated at this news and seemed to be thinking furiously.
"Can we go tomorrow if it's not raining?" His son practically begged after a minute of silence.
Harry rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, "Yes if the weather is clear we can fly tomorrow." Harry assured him.
Harry put his plate and juice in front of the now somewhat placated four-year-old and made himself a plate of breakfast and started eating.
Andromeda came into the kitchen and fixed herself some tea while her family ate happily. Well, Nymphadora and Harry did anyway, Ignotus seemed to be sulking about something.
'This was what really mattered,' Andromeda thought to herself as she took a seat beside Harry at the table.
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Wizengamot Chambers, Ministry of Magic, London, 3/1/1976, 11:30
The LeStrange father and son were exiting the Wizengamot, the session had taken a break for lunch and they were just leaving to grab a bite.
They were currently headed toward the lifts when Randolph Lestrange felt a small nick on his hand and five or so seconds later Rabastan jumped when something nicked his hand as well.
Looking down at his hand, Randolph saw a very fine cut and shook his head, and kept walking thinking he might have gotten a paper cut and had not noticed.
They had almost made it to the lift when Randolph collapsed, his breathing coming in short hurried gasps. His skin had lost all color and his eyes had rolled in his head as foam began forming in the corners of his mouth.
Before Rabastan had registered what happened to his father, he too collapsed in a similar manner.
Under his invisibility cloak, the Reaper smiled victoriously. As fun as it was to stab his victims, it was strictly speaking, unnecessary. Just a small nick of the dagger infused with basilisk venom was more than enough to kill a man.
'Stabbing them was a lot more therapeutic though,' Harry thought to himself as he entered the lifts leaving the lifeless bodies of the LeStrange's laying on the hallway floor.
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Nottingham Manor, Nottingham, England, 3/1/1976,13:34
John Dawlish entered the throne room almost robotically. Which made sense in a way.
Now that Voldemort's moles had been taken out, the dark lord was forced to imperius a junior auror so he could stay abreast of the happenings of the Ministry.
His plans were going a lot slower than he would like, 'The Reaper' had killed most of his wealthy followers. While Thaddeus Nott had a very large manor house, the man himself was almost broke.
The lack of funds coupled with inadequate representation in the Wizengamot meant passing laws beneficial to his cause was next to impossible. That had been the reason he valued his wealthier pureblood followers so much, they could control the government and he had hoped to gradually take over the 'Wizengamot' from within.
Now that plan was up in flames and he would have to take over through brute force. He was having a lot of trouble finding anyone willing to join him now that bodies were hitting the floor.
He had about two hundred and fifty men (most of them cannon fodder), five giants left from Halloween and that was it.
He had a force about equal to the force the ministry had which is something he hated, he would not enter a battlefield on equal footing.
Turning to the Auror who stood there staring blankly waiting to speak Voldemort pushed those troubling thoughts away.
"Report Auror Dawlish," Voldemort commanded in a mocking voice.
"The LeStrange's were assassinated in the hallway next to the Wizengamot chamber this morning, testing revealed they were poisoned with Basilisk venom," the Auror stated in a monotone voice.
Fury, he just lost two more men! He was sure the Reaper was mocking him now.
"Do they have a suspect?" Voldemort asked in a voice of forced calm
"The grey cloaks ran a test on the venom and it's a match to other assassinations committed by the Reaper," Dawlish answered in a monotone.
"Very well you may leave. Report any other happenings of importance," Voldemort commanded.
"Yes sir," Dawlish answered before leaving as quietly as he entered.
"This Reaper must be stopped but how?" The Dark Lord asked himself.
He couldn't think of an answer to that question but he had other issues to think about at the moment.
His visit to Godric's Hollow was fast approaching and he would accomplish his goal this time!
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Black Residence, Northumberland, England, 3/14/1976, 22:00
Harry was frustrated!
He had run out of targets, the ones he still hadn't killed had gone to ground at Nott Manor.
Harry had a plan to wipe out every living creature inside Nott Manor's wards but it was taking a very long time to prepare.
Harry knew Voldemort would move soon but he had no idea where or when, he was just going off a gut feeling he had.
Sighing to himself, Harry finished his late supper and headed upstairs to the bedroom where his wife was already fast asleep.
Maybe it was time he brought someone else into his fold, but who?
He didn't trust anyone else except his wife and possibly his accountant. What he really needed was eyes inside Voldemort's camp but he couldn't find anyone that bore a mark anymore. His last hit had been in broad daylight in the Ministry because that was the only place he could find his targets.
For now, though he would just have to bide his time and wait for Voldemort to crawl out from under his rock again, this was the final stretch he would just have to be patient.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, 3/29/1976, 19:29
Markus Mulciber was secretly glad he couldn't escape this castle anymore. Seventeen Death Eaters had been assassinated since Christmas break! I
Fortunately, he had been mailed a charmed notebook back in February to keep apprised of the dark lords' orders (It was charmed to communicate with a twin notebook). He had been ordered to pass on orders through the other death eaters in the castle and to not draw attention to himself.
Then a few weeks ago Markus had learned that the Reaper was hunting death eaters!
Markus wasn't ashamed to say that this fact terrified him. He wasn't even sure being a death eater was worth it anymore if there was a risk of that monster killing him in his sleep.
Tonight Markus had decided to use a stress relief technique some of the veteran Death Eaters had told him was very exhilarating.
He was currently following a Mudblood girl named Mary McDonald. Her blood may be tainted but he couldn't deny she had a superb figure and long blonde hair, blue eyes, and full pouty lips.
Markus had been lurking about the third-floor corridor preparing to tail Professor Black as he had been doing since November when he saw her leaving the tutoring classroom.
Markus decided to follow her instead of the useless task he was assigned.
The mudblood headed up towards the seventh floor and he followed quietly behind her, his excitement building.
When she took a shortcut behind a tapestry into a hidden staircase, Markus knew this was his chance.
Markus followed her into the passage and as soon as the tapestry fell behind him, he raised his wand towards the unsuspecting girl's back, and then everything went black.
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Harry only had a few students tonight and he let them out a little later because Ms. McDonald was having trouble vanishing complex creatures. The vertebrate species were giving her trouble, in this case, she was trying to vanish a ferret.
When he let the class out he noticed movement in the shadows of the wall across from his classroom.
It appeared to be the faint outline of someone disillusioned. When Mary started walking down the hall the outline started following her.
Sighing tohimself, Harry cast his own disillusionment charm and shadowed them both.The girl soon took a shortcut behind a tapestry he was familiar with and started climbing the stairs heading for Gryffindor Tower.
Harry saw the invisible stalker's outline prepare to strike the girl in the back, so Harry hit the attacker with a nonverbal stunner.
Mary McDonald continued up the stairs not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
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"Enervate."
Markus groggily opened his eyes and found he couldn't move his arms. He realized that he was in a dark room with a single beam of light directed straight down at him. He was sitting in a hard wooden chair with his arms tied together and his ankles tied to the chair's legs.
If that didn't get his heart rate skyrocketing, then the man wearing grey robes with his hood up hiding his face certainly did.
"W-what do you wa-want?" Markus asked panic clear in his voice.
"Death Eaters," Was the man's simple answer.
"I don't know where they are!" Markus said frantically.
"Don't lie to me Markus, I can see your mark plain as day," the man said warningly.
Glancing down at his arms tied together in his lap, Markus could see his left sleeve had been cut away and his mark was exposed to the light of the room.
"What are you going to do, kill me!?" Markus asked, feeling terror coursing through him.
"That remains to be seen, though I ought to kill you for what you were planning on doing to Miss McDonald. Still, for the right information, I might let you go," the Reaper said almost in a thoughtful tone.
"I know a little about the Dark Lords' plans, I have a notebook in my bag. There is supposed to be a big raid in the West country, some Wizengamot Lord escaped the purge in December. Please don't kill me I'll tell you anything I can!" Mulciber pleaded desperately.
"Very well Mister Mulciber but if I get so much as a whiff of you preying on students in this school like you were planning on doing to Miss McDonald, I'll force-feed you polyjuice and make you look like your victim. Then I'll portkey you into the nearest muggle prison shower room, you know a young lad such as yourself, they probably won't stop even when the potion wears off.That might help you sympathize with your victim don't you think?" The Reaper warned him in a cold threatening voice.
Markus paled in horror at the thought.
"No I promise, I won't do it ever again," Mulciber pledged frantically.
"Good, there is just one more thing and I'll let you go," the man stated in a business-like tone.
"What?' Markus asked apprehensively.
The Reaper pointed his wand at him and said, "Legillimens."
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After stunning Mulciber and leaving him in the staircase Harry captured him in, he knew he had plans to make.
The Potters were the biggest family in the West country so he would send a letter to Dumbledore to alert the Potters of a possible attack in the next few weeks.
Reading through Mulciber's notebook, Harry found that all death eaters were ordered to reside at Nott Manor until the Reaper was killed. The student death eaters were supposed to create a problem of some sort before the attack that was planned in April to keep Dumbledore from interfering.
Harry considered preparing his own ambush on this group of hooligans.
Now he had a set of eyes in Voldemort's camp that almost literally fell at his feet, he could begin making plans to finish this war once and for all.
He would keep a close eye on Mister Mulciber, the young man had already proven himself useful.
Harry would also have a few words with Miss McDonald. She came very close to being attacked tonight and if Harry hadn't caught the movement in the shadows earlier this evening, he shuddered to think what would happen to the poor girl.
He would impress upon her that traveling alone at nighttime during the current climate was a bad idea. There were six more active Death Eaters in this castle and over a dozen more that became Death Eaters in his time. Hell, he had a third-year 'Claw that was responsible for entering him in the Tri-Wizard Tournament!
No from now on he would make sure to escort Ms. McDonald to the common room after her Monday Transfiguration tutoring if he had to.
Stepping into his classroom, Harry grabbed some parchment off of his desk and charmed a quill to alter his handwriting before he sat down and began composing a letter to the Headmaster.
Albus Dumbledore,
I have recently come across information that a family has been targeted for a large-scale attack in the next two weeks.
I have heard you have formed a group of vigilantes to fight against Tom Riddle and his Ilk. So I am reaching out to you in the hopes you will Be Prepared the Potters are under threat of Imminent attack and I do not have the manpower to fight such numbers.
Do not take my reaching out to you as more than the simple fact that the Potters are crucial to our government, I have no interest in working with your 'Order of the Pheonix'.
Use this information well,
The Reaper