Confessions of a Death Eater

With the Andromeda situation taken care of, I went back to doing what I do best. Don't think I need to remind you of what that is...

By the time Harry Potter was born, I was the Death Eater that the others looked up to. Anytime the Dark Lord wanted to teach something, he left the teaching, and enforcing, to me. You probably remember hearing that my husband, his brother Rabastan, Barty Crouch Jr. and I had a little "fun" with Alice and Frank Longbottom. Combining all our powers, we used the Cruciatus Curse on them until they were barking mad. They couldn't remember anything about their past, including their son, Neville. I think we would've just killed them all, if the Ministry hadn't caught up with us first.

If you've followed my actions over the last two decades, you know that this is when I was put on trial and sent to Azkaban. I don't have much to say about my time there, since I was alone in my cell, save for the Dementors. There was nobody to talk to. For thirteen years, all I did was eat, sleep, and patiently wait for the Dark Lord to rise again and rescue me. Really boring, if you ask anyone who's spent time in the prison. How could I've known that it would take so long? The only bad memory Dementors could bring out of me was the incident with the Muggle woman when I was twelve. Every time they came up to me, I could hear her terrible voice again: "In the future, you need to keep that freakish behavior to yourself!"

"I'm not a freak!" I'd shout manically at the hooded demons. "Will you just let me be?" For the most part, they did just that.

The day I escaped feels like it was only yesterday. Well, it wasn't just me, you know. Nine other Death Eaters were also freed. Who did we have to thank for that? The very things that were supposed to be guarding us: the Dementors. Somehow, the Dark Lord managed to get on their good side (Don't ask me what their good side is, because I haven't seen it). Out of nowhere, my cell door flew open. I jumped to my feet anxiously and strolled to the door. A little hesitation came over me. This looks easy, I thought. Too easy. I waited a few more minutes, but no one arrived to close my cell. The Dementors weren't forcing me back inside. That's what the Ministry gets for not using human guards! Taking in the fresh air, I stepped out to feel a powerful wind. The Dark Mark glowed against the night sky, and I cackled with happiness. This could only mean one thing: the Dark Lord had returned, and he was calling us home. SWEET FREEDOM!!!

I got back into my evil streak quicker than I thought possible, since I hadn't able to use magic for more than a decade. Now that I (along with the others who escaped) was wanted by the Ministry, we had to be careful about every detail of our movements. After months went by, though, we got a little antsy! The Dark Lord was intent on getting rid of Harry Potter once and for all. It embarrassed him that he couldn't kill the boy back in the graveyard (I wasn't there, of course, but I bet it was quite a party). Potter escaped before he suffered any real damage. To make sure this didn't happen again, the Dark Lord came up with an ingenious idea. He talked with me and all the other Death Eaters of this scheme one afternoon.

"My faithful friends, it's time that we come out of hiding again," he declared. "Tonight, we shall lure Harry Potter into the Ministry of Magic. I've told you about a prophecy that was written, involving him and me. From what Nagini has shown me, it's located in the Department of Mysteries. I need to know what the prophecy says, but I cannot touch it myself. Potter has to be the one to do it."

On the other side of our meeting table, Lucius Malfoy asked, "How do you plan to get him there? And how are we supposed to break in? Isn't that the most secretive part of the Ministry?"

"Ah, I see you doubt me, Lucius."

Lucius shook his head nervously. "Not at all, my Lord. I just wondered aloud-"

"-if I'd thought of a plan?" The Dark Lord gave him a cold smile. "Lord Voldemort always has a plan. Using Legilimency, we'll attack the weakest part of Potter: his ability to love! We'll make him believe that his dear godfather, Sirius Black, is in grave danger..."

This plan was sounding better and better every second. Perhaps Sirius Black would actually come to the Ministry if he knew Potter was being trapped. The fool!

Of course, the Dark Lord and I both proved to be correct. Harry Potter did arrive at the Department of Mysteries, where we greeted him and his friends quite unexpectedly. Then the battle began. Eventually, the Order of the Phoenix came upon the scene and joined the fight. Sirius Black was among them. That naughty boy should've stayed at home, because he was still presumed guilty of a mass murder! Anyways, you might have heard that I'm the one responsible for his death. It was as easy as breathing, shooting the Killing Curse at him.

Here's something that nobody knows about the aftermath of the battle...

As I prepared to go to sleep, it hit me: I just killed my cousin. A member of the Black family. My own flesh and blood! Suddenly, I was busy thinking of Sirius, Andromeda, the Longbottoms, and Helena Radcliffe, even the cat I killed when I was thirteen. That's when I began crying, silently, for the heart I used to have. It would seem that Bellatrix Lestrange has a conscience after all.