VENOM - A Death Eater Tale

Everyone at Hogwarts trusts Adrian Hallowmere.
He's the one who carries the first-years' trunks. The one who talks you down after a failed exam, who looks at you like you're sane when the whole school has decided you aren't. The polite, brilliant, impossibly steady seventh-year the castle leans into when the world starts coming apart.
He is also the most dangerous man in Britain.
And the kindness is not a lie. That's the part no one can hold in their head at once - that the hand which quiets the frightened child and the hand which emptied a Minister's study before dawn belong to the same person, and neither one is the mask. A doctrine nine centuries old runs through him, beautiful and bloody, and it works exactly as it was built to work, in good hands and terrible ones alike. The only safety it has ever offered is the hope that the hand stays good.
Nobody audits the hand.
Harry Potter is the only one who's begun to notice. One boy, one burned name, and a year to learn the worst lesson the war has to teach: that the calmest person in the room is sometimes the one you should be most afraid of - and that understanding a man can be a heavier judgment than hating him.