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The article in the Londonarium was a piece of sensationalist trash. The death of my father was awful enough without the details being exploited for a cheap bit of sentiment and to make a few galleons. There were details that I didn’t even know, because the people that cared about me thought they would be too horrible for me to hear. Well, I know about them now, and so does everyone else too. It’s not right that a daughter should read about her father’s last moments for the very first time in a magazine. It’s not right that someone should exploit his last moments. He doesn’t deserve that. I hope that Ganymede Bobolis realises just how very angry I am. He ought to be ashamed.
When I got the key to my family vault, one of the things in it was my father’s ring. I put it on a gold chain and I’ve been wearing it ever since, because I thought it would be nice to have a remembrance of him close by, and to honour him. He was a hero who sacrificed his life so that I would have a better future. I am proud to be his daughter, and I hope that he would be proud of me too.
Longbottom's mother fought against my father. She wasn't the one that killed him, but she was there, and is a blood traitor that deserves whatever she has coming to her. But I want to make this very clear -- I don’t blame Longbottom for the actions of his parents. I’m not a hero because of my father. Longbottom's not a blood traitor because of his parents. We can both look at what our parents have done and learn from it about the sorts of people we want to be. I believe that he deserves a chance, and that my father fought for the right of all witches and wizards to have a better life, including him. And that’s honestly all I’m going to say on the matter.
When I got the key to my family vault, one of the things in it was my father’s ring. I put it on a gold chain and I’ve been wearing it ever since, because I thought it would be nice to have a remembrance of him close by, and to honour him. He was a hero who sacrificed his life so that I would have a better future. I am proud to be his daughter, and I hope that he would be proud of me too.
Longbottom's mother fought against my father. She wasn't the one that killed him, but she was there, and is a blood traitor that deserves whatever she has coming to her. But I want to make this very clear -- I don’t blame Longbottom for the actions of his parents. I’m not a hero because of my father. Longbottom's not a blood traitor because of his parents. We can both look at what our parents have done and learn from it about the sorts of people we want to be. I believe that he deserves a chance, and that my father fought for the right of all witches and wizards to have a better life, including him. And that’s honestly all I’m going to say on the matter.
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Just let us know what you find out.
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Oh, what rot.
A group of brave warlocks, including Mr Lucius Malfoy, Mr Claudius Yaxley, Mr Thorfinn Rowle, Ms Alecto Carrow and Mr Anthony Parkinson, were engaged in suppressing widespread resistance fighting in Leicester, Northamptonshire, and East Midlands. The resistance unit was led by Mad-Eye, along with several of his former students, all of whom had escaped when the corrupt Ministry fell. The known fugitives Alice Longbottom and Kingsley Shacklebolt were among them. Apparently you lot separated a few of the warlocks and lured them to an area replete with ruins. The warlocks found themselves beset by a number of spells which Moody had laid in advance of the attack. Moody and Shacklebolt triggered numerous explosions. One of these caused a castle wall, to topple, trapping its victim underneath before he had time to Apparate away. Parkinson's spine was crushed by the blow. He bravely continued to attempt spells in self-defence but was rendered helpless when Moody snapped his wand and left him to die, still pinned under the rock.
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'Within minutes, Our Lord's reinforcements arrived and turned the tide of battle. Shacklebolt, Moody, Longbottom and their minions retreated into the forest nearby and escaped, despite pursuit.'
And then...
Ms Carrow, Mr Malfoy and several others remained with the main force to finish putting down the muggle hordes and bring Leicester firmly under the Lord Protector's control. It is reported that due to the severity of the blast, Mr Malfoy had initially thought Mr Parkinson killed outright. Mr Malfoy declined to be interviewed, but according to accounts of the incident, he was seen duelling Moody himself, and is believed to have injured his unworthy opponent, as well as single-handedly subduing over two-score muggles in his vengeance....
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'However, when searching the field over an hour later, after the end of battle, Mr Malfoy discovered to his great horror that Parkinson was still struggling for breath and fading in and out of consciousness. Healers were immediately dispatched to assist him; they quickly determined that due to the wizard's grievous injuries, he could not be moved. They endeavoured instead to help make his final minutes comfortable and free of pain. Mr Parkinson told his Healers he did not wish his wife to be summoned, not wanting her to see him in such a state. He died nearly three hours after the initial explosion. Witnesses say that Mr Malfoy did not leave his side. Mrs Campbell told the Londinarium that Mr Malfoy came himself to inform her and present her and her young daughter, Pansy, with the recovered pieces of his wand. Mr Malfoy, of course, was and remains Miss Parkinson's god-father, as well, and has exhibited the utmost responsibility toward his duties in the place of his fallen comrade.'
So that's the gist of it. You're a cowardly lot who fight dirty, apparently. Unlike your noble opponents.
I'll send an owl to Ron, if you like, try to find out from him how Neville and Evelyn are doing.
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much appreciated.
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I'm really sorry, Frank. I hate like poison getting blind-sided by this. I need to cultivate some new sources, obviously.
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It was all so sudden, one minute fighting alongside someone, the next instant seeing them
I haven't thought about Leicester in a long time.