The Mudblood And The Werewolf
A Letter For Voldemort
Chapter 17: A Letter For Voldemort
Morgana
received word, which was all part of Fudge’s plan, that she would indeed be
allowed to marry Ron Weasley. She told this to Voldemort at once.
“You’ve
him, bring him to me.”
“Yes, master.”
He smirked until he saw an owl appearing. It flew around in
circles and then dropped a letter on Voldemort’s lap. It landed, waiting.
“What is that,
Master?” Morgana asked.
Voldemort opened the letter and read:
Mr. Riddle,
We are here
to notify you that since you’re a half-blood then you may ask the hand of a
witch for marriage under the new law. Please summit the name of the witch that
you wish using the list that’s enclosed.
Sincerely,
Percy Weasley
Notification Department
Ministry of Magic
He quickly hid the letter from sight.
“Leave me,
Morgana,” he said.
She bowed and left.
“You know how much I
hate the idea of doing this behind Molly and Arthur’s back,” Fudge said to
Dumbledore, when he arrived.
“I know,”
Dumbledore said. “But they’re being stupid and I’m not going to let their son
suffer from the sick hand of Tom Riddle.”
“Very well,” Fudge
said, nodding his head. “This parchment has been enchanted to look like one
thing and in reality something else. I’m sure that Severus Snape would be proud
of your little trick.”
Dumbledore grinned, taking it.
“Oh, I’m sure he
would think that I belonged in Slytherin after he hears this.”
Fudge laughed.
“Now I want you to
lay back, Mrs. Lupin, and we’ll run some tests.”
Hermione laid back and Madam Pomfrey started to wave her
wand, muttering all sorts of spells. Hermione looked around the room, trying to
find something interesting that she could focus on. Finally Madam Pomfrey
snapped her to attention.
“You’re due in
June, I say the first part of the month,” Madam Pomfrey said. “You’re to come
every Saturday for me to check on you and then after four months it will be
every month until you give birth. I’ll give you something for your morning
sickness and some potions that will help you and the baby out.”
“Thanks,” Hermione
said.
When
Hermione left the Hospital Wing she was met by Lavender Brown and Neville
Longbottom, both who looked excited.
“We heard the
wonderful news,” Lavender said, squealing like a baby. “You’re going to be a
mummy. And don’t worry about Harry and Ron, their alone in their dislike. The
other Gryffindors think it’s wonderful.”
“Thanks,” Hermione
said, glad that she had support.
“I told gran and
she’s excited as well,” Neville added. “Hay, I heard that you’re going to
Diagon Alley.”
“Yes.”
“Please tell us how
it went,” Neville said. “And could you pick up a quill, I lost mine.”
Hermione laughed, she knew that
Neville would lose something.
Remus
joined his wife an hour later and they went to Diagon Alley, where the owner of
Quality Quidditch Supplies was waiting.
“Oh I’m so glad
that you got here,” he told them. “The crowd is ready to eat me alive.”
He pointed to a large knot of people that were waiting by
the door.
“Well let’s not
keep them waiting,” Hermione said.
The owner pulled out his wand and a moment later there was
silence.
“I would like to
welcome the owner of Top Witch Broomstick Company,” he called out to the crowd.
“Mrs. Lupin.”
“Thanks,” Hermione
said. “Let the broomstick be now on sale.”
And the doors opened and everyone rushed in, almost knocking
Hermione down. They grabbed the broom, some fighting over them.
“Oh god I think I
know what the store owners felt like with the Furby.”
Remus looked at him.
“What’s the Furby?”
“A toy that use to be
very popular,” Hermione explained. “Let’s go before they ask for my shirt.”
And they both disappeared.
Mrs.
Parkinson was surprised when Wormtail appeared. He looked at her with interest,
which gave her the creeps.
“Our Master wishes
to marry your daughter,” Wormtail said.
Mrs. Parkinson glared at him.
“The Dark Lord is a
Pureblood and the law states that a Muggleborn or Half-blood can only ask for
the hand of a Pureblood. I’m sorry, but she can’t marry the Dark Lord. She’s
marrying a Gryffindor and that’s final.”
A moment later Mrs. Parkinson was dead.
“That will teach
you to go against our Master,” Wormtail spat.
And he was gone.
He didn’t notice the House Elf
that had seen it all.
Note: Well we knew the Ministry was going to give Voldemort
that letter. Next chapter, we find out the Gryffindor that Pansy is in-love
with, Voldemort makes his decision, and Hermione learns the price of success.