Diary of a Death Eater

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Dear Diary,
The finals of the Quidditch World Cup were last night and let me tell you it was an utter fiasco. First, I had to put up with all of the Weasley’s in the top box. Of course, I had made sure they received the tickets through a contact in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Then, I noticed myself staring at the boy. I don’t know what came over me. There I was watching a very uninteresting match when my gaze was drawn to him. Sure, I am always thinking of him, but usually it was about how to protect him. Now, I was noticing that he was incredibly good-looking, granted it was in a rough-and-tumble kind of way. I couldn’t believe I was thinking of him that way. I must be sick. I am a married man. Granted, not a happily married man, but still, I’m married to a woman. Not that I haven’t had male lovers. I had. Fantasizing over Harry Potter?
Then, he noticed I was staring. My eyes locked with his sparkling emerald ones for just a moment. A jolt of lighting ran through me. I quickly turned my look into a sneer and looked away.
After the match, I was going to return home with Draco, but I came across several Death Eaters discussing plans to have some fun. They were going to cause a little trouble. I knew what kind of fun Death Eater’s had. I had to get Harry out of here. A quick curse sent into the Weasley’s tent should awaken Arthur. Sure enough, shortly after I sent the curse towards the tent, there was Arthur sticking his head out to see what the commotion was. He saw the Death Eaters, who were now tossing muggles into the air, and went back into the tent only to reappear telling the children to run. Good, but then with everyone screaming and yelling I lost track of him. That was when the Dark Mark was blasted into the sky. Damn fools. The Death Eaters vanished. I searched the area and found Harry standing amidst a large group of adults. I breathed a sigh of relief at finding him okay. I then retrieved Draco from the trees and apparated home.
Now here I am lost. Trying to decide what my motivations are for protecting the boy. Have I always been attracted with him on some subconscious level? Is that why I’m so keen on his safety? Is he the reason I wish the Dark Lord vanquished? So many questions, and so few answers.
Now, with what is coming up at Hogwarts, the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I’ll have to see him on a regular basis. How am I ever going to act normally now? I suppose I will have to keep a low profile. He should be safe with the extra attention the school will be getting. At least I don’t have to worry about him entering; he’s too young. I have warned Draco. He’s not to attempt to enter and he’s to thwart all of Mr. Potter’s attempts also. I know that boy. He will try.
Well, I guess that’s all. For now. I have some deep thinking to do.
Dear Diary,
Bloody hell! I don’t know who or how but some how someone managed to hoodwink the damned Goblet of Fire into making Harry the fourth champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I can’t believe it. He shouldn’t be allowed. He should be disqualified. It’s too dangerous. How could this be allowed? He’s supposed to be safe at Hogwarts not put directly into the line of fire. That damn Dumbledore! I thought that with Mad-eye Moody as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher the boy would be relatively safe.
You should have seen his face when they called his name. He could not have done this to himself, he was too shocked, too confused. Well at least I know he isn’t stupid. Having spoken to Draco, I know he didn’t even try to enter. It seems the boy isn’t as fool-hardy as I thought. Maybe there is a worthwhile brain inside that beautiful head of his.
Wait…did I say beautiful? What am I thinking? I can’t seem to get him out of my head. Maybe he put a spell on me? No, that can’t be it. He could never do that. I have too many protections on my person. Hmm….
Anyway, I suppose I will have to stick around Hogwarts for the time being. Who knows who is trying to kill the boy. Well, maybe that’s not the right question. Everyone knows there are many people trying to kill the boy. The only problem is that there are too many possibilities. I must find a way to figure out what is going on. I must not fail Harry.
 
 
 
 
Dear Diary,
 
Well, the first task was tonight. They had to retrieve a golden egg from a dragon. I made sure Harry was tipped off as to the dragons. I simply mentioned in the oaf’s presence that Harry would never have a chance against the dragons, especially since he had no idea about them. If only he had some kind of warning about what was to come. Of course, the oaf went running off to warn Harry about them.
He was a sight to behold. He looks so at home on a broom. I should have known that after seeing him during Quidditch matches, but today I really saw him. Hair blowing in the wind, cheeks flushed with excitement, lips pursed with determination, gorgeous eyes sparkling, he was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
He captured his egg easily despite having the most dangerous dragon, the Hungarian Horntail. He was the quickest to retrieve his egg. He is now tied with the Durmstrang kid, Krum.
I’ll bet that whoever is trying to kill Harry is feeling some discontent about now. I’m extremely impressed. I must admit I did not believe the boy had it in him. He is proving to be a better man than I gave him credit for.
 
 
 
 
Dear Diary,
 
 
The Yule Ball. An excuse to see Harry Potter in dress robes. He was stunning. I must admit he cleans up well. Those robes fit him perfectly. However, I can’t help but imagine him without them.
He led the first dance, but he did not look comfortable out there. Maybe it had something to do with his date; I noticed he did not give her any other attention the rest of the night.
He sat across the room and glared at me. I glared back. What did I do to gain his attention? It took everything I had not to smile at him, and not to flirt with him. He would have hexed me on the spot to be sure. Any glimpse of kindness from me would have made him suspicious of me. He thinks I hate him. If he only knew how I really felt. What would he do?
Draco, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself as much as I was. He kept glaring at Victor Krum. I wonder what his problem was with the Durmstrang champion.
 
  
 
 
Dear Diary,
 
Task two down. Bloody boy nearly gave me a heart attack. The task was retrieving a friend from the bottom of the lake. Once again, I made sure the boy had a little help. I first made sure Severus had gillyweed in his private stores. Then, I made sure the idea came up in a conversation between Minerva, Mad-eye and myself after I noticed my old servant, Dobby, listening in. I knew he would run and tell Harry.
The champions had one hour to complete the task. Harry took the longest. Once the hour had past, it became extremely hard not to jump in the water myself to rescue him. As it was, I was standing with Draco. It was difficult to appear unconcerned for Harry’s welfare.
Draco was acting odd as well. I could swear the boy was nervous until he saw Ms. Granger appear. It seems she was Mr. Krum’s prize at the bottom. I suppose I shall have to have a talk with Draco.
Back to Harry. He was the last to surface. He brought two captives with him, the Weasley boy and the Beauxbaton’s girls’ sister. He apparently waited at the bottom of the lake until he was sure all captives would be rescued. Damn noble Gryffindor! He could’ve drowned trying to be noble.
It’s no wonder he’s the Savior of the Wizarding World. He has to save everyone. Doesn’t he care for himself? What about his wants and needs? That boy needs to be taught what is important in one’s life, your family. Family is the only thing worth risking your life.
Then again, why am I risking everything for him? If the wrong people find out I have been helping him all this time my life would be forfeit, as well as the lives of my family. Why do I do this? I can’t seem to stop. I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to him. I can only be happy if he’s safe. He will not be safe until he defeats the Dark Lord. I must keep him alive until then. I must help him win.
 
  
 
 
Dear Diary,
 
I fear something terrible is coming to pass. The Dark Mark is becoming clearer on my arm. He must be getting stronger. I worry for Potter. Should the Dark Lord return he wouldn’t stand a chance. I don’t believe he is strong enough to defeat him…yet.
Something is going to happen soon. I know it. I’ve made several discreet inquiries and have learned nothing.
The final task is at hand. I’ve learned it’s to be a maze filled with different kinds of challenges. I know the champions were informed of the task ahead of them so at least Harry had the opportunity to prepare for anything he may come across. I checked on all the creatures and am sure that there are none that would kill him.
Merlin, I do hope he is careful.
 
 
 
Dear Diary,
 
It finally happened. I knew it was coming yet I was powerless to stop it. I can’t think of anything I could have done.
The Dark Lord had returned.
It’s just that simple. Somehow, he had the Tri-Wizard Cup turned into a Portkey. When Harry and another boy touched it, they were taken to him.
He killed the other boy. He then performed some kind of ceremony to restore his body. I’m not sure exactly what happened, as I was not there at that time.
He called us all then. I was both shocked and afraid to feel the burn upon my arm. I fearfully apparated to his side.
The sight that beheld my eyes stopped my breath in my throat.
Harry was held against a statue of some kind, his arm bleeding. I wanted to rush to his rescue, to hold him and tell him it would all be ok. Fear made me stay. The Dark Lord addressed us all. Once he was through, he turned to Harry.
He forced Harry to a duel. The Dark Lord shouted the killing curse. My blood ran cold. Harry shouted a spell to disarm. Somehow, the spells interlocked. I’ve never seen anything like it. Several ghostly images appeared out of the Dark Lords wand. They swarmed him and Harry made a run for it. He grabbed the body of his fallen classmate and then was gone.
The Dark Lord took out his wrath on those of us assembled for a while. Once allowed to leave, I returned to the school and the throng of the crowd around Harry and the dead boy. No one even had noticed I was gone. Harry was rushed away by Mad-eye and shortly afterwards Dumbledore and Severus followed. I found out later that Mad-Eye was an imposter, a Death Eater using Polyjuice. He was the one that had tried to kill Harry. The Dementors gave him the kiss.
Well, at least Harry is safe for the time being. With the Dark Lord being back, I can’t say it will stay that way. Looks like I’m going to have to try harder to keep the boy safe.



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