Return of The Death Eaters: a next-generation HP FF

✮Chapter 9✮

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At the library, I found a book on the Death Eaters. I pulled it off the shelf and skimmed through it. Then one of the teachers, Professor Goyle, came and sat down next to me.

"Looking for clues, are we?" he asked.

I nodded. Professor Goyle always made me feel uncertain. Nervous. Like he knew something I didn't.

"Well, I can help with that." He turned the page so it was open to a picture of a man, grinning nastily at the camera. He was tall, very fat, and thick-necked, with gorilla-long arms and a flat nose, an unattractive individual with a neat haircut. Next to the picture was his name: Vincent Crabbe.

"This man was a friend of mine," the professor said. "He had a child accidentally, and then ran off because he didn't want the responsibility. I was the last person to see him... he told me that he would bring the Death Eaters back and honour Voldemort's name."

"So, do you reckon it's him that conjured the Dark Mark?" I asked.

"Yes." He looked down at the picture of the man, who was now scratching his head stupidly. Then he looked up at me, and shook his head in wonder. "Your mother's features," he muttered. "And her build. But I can see the eyes and hair..."

I was about to ask him what he was on about when he looked straight at me. "I'm going to tell you a secret. Don't repeat this to anyone."

"Alright," I said. "On with it, then."

"That man, Vincent Crabbe, is your father."

I stared at him. "Hilarious. Not!"

He sighed. "It's true, Iris. I swear."

I frowned. "Why are you telling me now then?"

"Because now is a good time."

"Right."

"I think you should stop your father. We were both Death Eaters, you see, us and our friend-"

"Malfoy, I know. I read the books."

He nodded. "Anyway, I think Malfoy (I know I have) has given up. But there are some, like your father, who still want them back."

I nodded. "Where can I find him?"

I wasn't really worried about confronting him. Yes, he was likely a lunatic but, he was my father, and I doubted he'd hurt me. Plus, I wanted to give him hell for leaving Mam and me.

Goyle gave me the necessary information, and I walked back to the common room. I wondered if I could bring anyone with me.

I was a girl with a mission, now.

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And that is the end. Idc if it's short. Problem, sweethearts?

Right, this story is starting to lose its sparkle. Probably because I left it for so long. But since I hate leaving things unfinished, I'm shortening this for you.

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