#Recluse and his younger self..........I am a prophet

[nova-moshi]

What if I was the most correct person on planet earth LMAO I PREDICTED THIS 7 HOURS PRIOR? /HJ

My babies......ough my babies

[mythicalbelle]

Sins of Trust (- A. Snood)

One has to always have an excellent alibi. One of the three rules by which I have lived my life up to date. The others are also of value, especially when one is a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as I was alongside the traitor; Severus Snape and those infuriatingly popular 'Marauders' I believe Potter, Black and their abhorrent friends to call themselves. The three rules that enable one to survive amongst fellow snakes are as follows: A. Always have an alibi. (I personally favour Hufflepuffs as they're docile and easy to coerce) B. Be capable of lying so well that you yourself are convinced by the falsehoods. and finally: C. Do not be afraid to crush your acquaintances to gain what you wish to possess. Acquaintances - not friends as Slytherins are incapable of friendships due to the simple acknowledgement that friendships leave you open to being manipulated. Also, Slytherins prefer to be the ones doing said manipulation. Such rules have enabled me to position myself within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement whereby I can gain insight to the plans Kingsley Shacklebolt has for those whose loyalties and beliefs are aligned with my own. I am also able to deviate the Aurors from visiting acquaintances of mine who could bring about my imprisonment within Azkaban. Self preservation is after all a valued part of what makes an outstanding member of the Slytherin alumni. Leaning back into the comfort of my leather and antique oak chair, I allow my thoughts to wander to my time at Hogwarts and my introduction to the reality of what Muggle-born witches and wizards could do to our small world. Their very existence I realised would lead to the extinction of the pure-blooded families such as my own - although not a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, I held onto the concept of preserving our values and our ways and how their blood could sully something that had existed in secret from those who would destroy us. Under the very nose of Dumbledore, meetings with those with the same beliefs had taken place as they had done when Tom Marvelo Riddle had attended school with the oaf; Rubeus Hagrid. Unbeknownst to all, The Knights of Walpurgis had returned to Hogwarts under my watchful eye. In the wake of the Second War, many like-minded witches and wizards were either killed at the Battle of Hogwarts or arrested and sent to Azkaban for the remainder of the lifetime thanks to trials of the Wizengamort. Through luck and my following of the three rules of Slytherin, my allegiance hadn't been questioned and thus, my work to return the wizarding community within England to those of pureblood and through careful vetting; perhaps the few half-bloods who had shown loyalty to the Dark Lord. Although perhaps, it was his own blood status that had cost him his life at the hands of a child. - - - - - My mind moved from the past to recent events. When a disheartened and broken wizard had been heard muttering about loyalty and how his own choices had caused so much pain and heartache; curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had aided one Percy Weasley in drinking too much Firewhiskey for one who seldom drank. It had been easy to gain information from him in regards to the Golden Trio of Potter, Granger and his younger sibling. The three darlings of the Wizarding World as a whole were weighed down with the weight of who they were and each was handling it differently. I knew Potter was freshly out of training to be an Auror and was soon to be out in the field capturing those whose actions on behalf of the Dark Lord had made them enemy number one. As l had several hidden in a country manor left to me when Arcturus Snood III, also known as my Father had passed away; I had acted swiftly to ensure nothing linked me to them uttering a thanks to the strict Slytherin regime I had followed for my entire adolescence. However, the portraits of both my Father and Mother at either residence never failed to reprimand me for aligning myself with criminals and bringing shame to the family name. Percy Weasley it appeared was in the same boat, his loyalty to the Ministry had isolated him with his family until it was too late to show himself to be a dutiful son. He had believed every lie Fudge had uttered and had convinced himself that it was his actions that had led to the death of his brother and attack of Fenrir upon another - Bill I vaguely recall him calling him. Through Percy (whom everyone I mentioned his name to within the Ministry and was informed with the same information - he was loyal to a fault) I was able to gain knowledge on my comrades and aide them in their relocation of Dark Objects and thus preserving the knowledge for a new generation as life within Azkaban was indeed life and very few left that place of desolation and misery alive. Where I have hidden such artifacts is pure genius and will ensure the loyalty of Percival Weasley for the rest of his tedious, grey life. I have hidden everything in the lower basement of one Ronald Weasley who has been spotted on several occasions without anyone trustworthy to verify his intentions although I have my spies informing me that he is gambling away the fortune he received alongside Potter and Ms Granger as thanks for their roles in 'Saving the Wizarding World.' (My stomach turns and I'm nauseous at my thought of the mudblood.) Ron’s temper is well known to all, in part thanks to the gossip column of Rita Skeeter at the Daily Prophet and the tales many of his former schoolmates have to tell of his exploits and ill treatment of others. In my capacity as Hermione's senior at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement I had also borne witness to his temper when work had necessitated she remain past the standard daily hours of eight am till six in the evening. I have on several occasions been forced to remove the drunken fool from my department and return him to the small home he had until recently shared with Ms Granger. (It was after her departure to Malfoy Manor that I placed the artifacts in the home of the former trainee Auror... Friends close - enemies closer after all. I also confess that I did this in part to keep Ms Granger away from such things; she maybe a mudblood, but there is something about her I… admire. Ron had, after an argument with Hermione over whether she was screwing around with the Ministry's aide to Gringotts Bank; one Blaise Zabini the notorious womanizer and playboy alongside Malfoy; taken himself to The Leaky Cauldron and drank the bar nearly out of two types of Ogden's fire-whiskey. It had been there, that I had overheard the grumblings of a petulant wizard and made myself his confidante for the night. I learnt that he had struck Ms Granger repeatedly and it hadn't been the first time either. I had found myself wanting to destroy him at this revelation perhaps the teachings of my Father over how a gentleman treated a witch had gone deeper than I thought? (And thus, my suspicions over her quiet mumblings of charms every few hours when she had arrived as dawn rose, were confirmed.) He went on to confess that he was struggling to contain his temper and was miserable. His dated ways of how a couple should be meant that he resented Hermione being provider. He drank copious amounts more until I was informed he would receive not a single glass more and thus, his fury came bursting forth. The guarantee to draw this pure-blooded wizard in to work alongside his brother had come a week later when I again found him worse for wear except this time in Hogsmead and the at the bar of the popular Hogshead public house. He had bruised knuckles and eyes that were so dark they were like piss-holes in the snow. Gathering information from him that night was akin to blood from a stone but I got there after promising to pay off his debts to the two pubs and one Blaise Zabini whom he had lost at poker too. Weasley blamed Hermione Granger for every misery to befall his family. He had decided that he had chosen wrongly and as a member of the pure-blooded families in England? Should have aligned himself with the Dark Lord. My plan to have Percy sway his brother into joining The Knights of Walpurgis had worked. He was the perfect soldier right up until he attacked Hermione; in her office and the traitor; Malfoy had swept her off like she were a true damsel in distress and he a good and true Prince or whatever trite tale it reminds you of. Now? I had the predicament of a mudblood living under the protection of an esteemed member of the Twenty-Eight and sole surviving member of the esteemed Malfoy family. They were front page news, the poster couple for the new world we lived in where blood purity no longer mattered. I'd tried to come between them, dismissing Malfoys's concerns for the going witch as ludicrous and that Weasley had sworn his ill treatment of his fiancée would end. I needed her to return to her home with Weasley and to tighten the reigns on the foolish man so that she would trust him again. Cursing quietly, I wondered if Draco's clear infatuation with Hermione Granger was merely that or if he were in love with the plain creature. Love I knew made a strong man do foolish things. Things such as their reclusive celebration on the day of the eclipse; when I had been informed; strange visions had been seen by both. Of course, gaining such intelligence from a pitiful House Elf still loyal to the late Lucius Malfoy left me open to being misinformed. A member of the Twenty-Eight could not love a mudblood it was utterly preposterous. Cursing silently, I decided that Ron and his brother were overdue a visit from me and an unexpected one was best to see if Percy had managed to convince Ronald to remove the complication of HermIone Granger once and for all by whatever means necessary. She would then no longer be there to convince her loyal fans that anything were possible. Instead her loved ones would have the witch's remains lie with her detestable Muggle grandparents whom she visited every Sunday like clockwork although of late with the company of Draco Malfoy.. Ah... A plan that would break Potter too and have the Knights of Walpurgis able to gain more followers in the open and bring down the Ministry... Maybe throw Shacklebolt into Azkaban... Laughing softly, I rose out of my chair to give the owl whose flight pattern was headed straight towards me. Recognising it as one of Greengrass's owls, I wondered what news my dedicated Daphne had for me. Hoping it wasn't news about Weasley getting into another brawl, I gave the creature some treats and took the proffered scroll from around its slender leg. "What have you here hmmm..." Rapidly perusing the letter I couldn't hide my glee as I took in the small amount of information. Hermione had left Malfoy Manor and was now staying in rooms at The Leaky Cauldron on Diagon Alley, Daphne hadn't found out why, but explained that 'the vile mudblood was in disguise and paid in cash for a few days given the amount of coins handed over'. Chuckling softly, I'm already planning how I can manipulate the witch into seeing that Draco only cares for himself and that she was merely there to aide him in his trial. My mood is much improved until eyes run over the final line. 'I witnessed the ginger idiot who Granger was proposed too demanding to see the filthy creature - drunk out of his mind, I believe we'll be reading about how Potter is now the Golden Bastard and the Weasel and mudblood are dead.' Fantastic.... Growling low, I retrieve some floo powder and call out "The Leaky Cauldron." I might kill Ron Weasley for this...