Drying in the rain

The Letter

"4/25/87

Addressed to John F Hollows,

Dear Mr Hollows,

The ministry is looking to acquire a new a new manager for the department of mysteries, it is fact that you are a talented wizard, your work in solving magical mysteries is renowned. Should you accept this position, it will be necessary you keep it hidden.
You will be required to come in at the very least once every month. Your starting pay will be 100 galleons for a fourteen hour shift.
Please do consider.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic."

~A~
I crumpled up the letter. How in the hell was it just laying tucked behind those books? How in the hell did I end up in the exact room it was hidden in? I took a deep breath. Had he been killed solving a mystery? Was it Voldemort? My heart beat faster and faster out of my chest.
I looked down at my watch, 1:34, my first class at Hogwarts started in just a few hours and I just found the biggest clue about my father's disappearance. I wanted to tell my mom, tell her that he wasn't having an affair, that he didn't abandon her. But I had no proof that that was the case, and I didn't want to instill false information in her already depressed mind.
"9/9/96
I have not written in a diary in years, it's honestly stupid. But I think right now, perhaps I should record information down. Dad might have worked for the ministry, and if he did it would explain his disappearance. I have to look into this, I have to find out what happened to him, he might actually still be alive and breathing. It is up to me.
I will not stop at any lengths, I need to know. It would drive me crazy if I did nothing. And I think perhaps my first stop might be the forbidden section of the library. Within it I've heard is a list of ministry staffers, and hopefully his name will be on it, because if it isn't then he might as well be dead and rotting.
I feel as if I'm suffering, my mind is so cloudy and confused, I am determined to solve this yet I'm drowning. It's as if I am screaming in a crowded room and no one bothers to hear me, I have no one here. All I will ever have I know now, will be myself. Whoever he is now, wherever he is, he is now all I will ever think about. For my mom, for him and I guess.... for me."