Chapter 102

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There's No Place Like Home


An Open Letter to Wizarding Britain?

By Albert Collins

It is not often that such a missive is received here at The Daily Prophet, certainly one not so brazen or direct as the one delivered to our offices today. In short, our editor was reluctant to publish it, but in the interest of public safety, he has chosen to do so.

Hoax or legitimate, that is for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to decide.

To the citizens of Magical Britain,

I write to you directly so that you may understand the threat that faces you. For now, you do not know my name, but you have seen a hint of what I am capable of.

What happened in Diagon Alley was just the beginning, a taste of the power that I wield.

My supporters are numerous and live amongst you. They could be a neighbour, a brother, or even a father. You would never know, but I assure you, there are many that I can call upon to carry out my will.

For too long, the threat of mudbloods and muggles have hung over us, but we say that it can no longer be.

It is us that founded our most wonderful society, and the outsiders have invaded, attempt to change our traditions, and usurp the power of their betters.

We say, no more.

I speak to all of you now.

Surrender to me, submit to your betters, and then the bloodshed will stop.

If you do not, I will set upon you things that haunt the most terrifying of nightmares.

We will come for you in the night, we will take you from the streets. Not even the Ministry of Magic can keep you safe.

Submit yourselves, and you will be spared.

Lord Voldemort

That was the article that wizarding Britain had woken up to the morning after the incident in Diagon Alley, and two other attacks had followed in as many days.

Harry's anger had continued to be palpable, his fury aimed at Tom and Minister Jenkins for not calling a meeting of the Wizengamot. She had done so, however, when Harry had personally visited her and warned the woman of what they faced.

At first, the Minister had been rather dismissive and had delegated rooting out Voldemort and his supporters to Crouch who underestimated what it was he faced.

Jenkins had eventually relented, and Harry now found himself stalking towards the Wizengamot chambers to grace the governing body with his rare presence.

He attended the gatherings only when an issue of import was to be discussed, mostly because he found the others to be rather dull, and so his peers understood that he was invested in the issue at hand when he deigned to come in person.

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