The Journal of Regulus Arcturus Black

Chapter 27. Fallen Ministry

Dear Regulus,

This is going to be so depressing I swear. We're currently in the midst of a Death Eater rising and I can't say that I'm not entirely convinced to just go and join them, you know? It would be easier to play the role that I was fit to play since birth. I'm a Malfoy and a Black, it's practically in my blood to remain on the side of the Dark.

I know that school's begun and everyone's strung up on the fact that the Ministry is trying its best to forget about You-Know-Who's rebirth, but the fact that we also have to deal with O.W.L.s on top of that too? Really, this year is packed with drama and work, that the idea of leaving the country to study at Beauxbatons is starting to sound fun. No matter how much more pretentious those French wizards are...

That Potter boy (you probably know him) is acting suspicious. He thinks I've joined the Death Eaters, that I'm trying to do some evil shit whilst in reality I'm rechecking the Black family stocks and exchanges. Did you know that a lot of our businesses have fallen since the wartime? It didn't matter so much because our line had died out, or been sent to Azkaban but now that I've re-established it, I have a duty to make it flourish.

It is a good thing Father taught me everything I need to know because this is all getting a little too much. I'm going to hire a bunch of people to do the hard stuff for me. I need to get an O in Dark Arts and Charms in particular or Theo will have my head in. He says this as if I haven't surpassed him in all academic classes to date.

Poor Theo and his unrelenting nature to be the best at everything. It's his father's fault I'm telling you.

Anyway, that is all I can write for you now dearest godfather. I promise, no talk of the doomed warfare next time.

Your godson,

Draco Black.

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Draco apparated to the furthest point away from the Weasley's Burrow, he was holding his wand in one hand and then a small gift bag for William and Fleur in the other. When he make his residing crack in the air, there were already people waiting for him, one being Sirius Black. "Hello cousin," Draco grinned, teeth shining in the morning sun whilst Sirius pulled out his wand.

"Draco?"

"But of course."

"What did I use to track Harry down during the night of Dumbledore's death?"

Draco felt his nose scrunch up. "You mean that stupid map? Quite pointless trying to find someone that was not even in the castle at the time, isn't it?" Sirius pocketed his wand, rolling his eyes whilst Draco looked around the poor landscape.

"Tut tut Black," Draco said, pocketing his wand and shoving his way through the Weasley wards and into the field. "Lovely home Arthur," he commented, squinting through the sunlight to try and get a good look at the stack of shacks put together on top of one another.

"Draco, I didn't know you'd be here," Arthur said, plastering on a sweaty smile and looking back at the others with unconcealed confusion.

"Yes, well that'll be because I didn't mention it," he muttered, walking through the fields and towards the house. He could faintly see the outline of a floating canopy and 'children' running around doing, what he supposed, were chores. "I was given an invitation by Fleur."

"Fleur?" Professor Lupin asked.

"Correct," Draco shrugged, "I did not know that she remembered me. I was more enamoured by Krum's presence than I ever was with the French lot, c'est la vie."