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I began going over all of the names and faces in my head, one by one and counted them. Once I'd thought about it for several hours I wrote down a tally number. Forty eight was the number I wrote on the parchment at my desk. Amazing, I knew that many people with total certainty that were Death Eaters right now. I suspected others were, but those forty eight I knew.

My owl hooted from the window. It carried a parchment. I carefully removed it, giving her a small treat, then opening it to read the reply.

My Dear Boy,

I can't imagine how to respond. You must know we do not accept any official assistance from anyone until they are an adult. Although if you do things which help our cause without our prior consent there is no way to stop you. I will be in contact.

A.D.

So, that was it. I lit the parchment on fire. He wouldn't accept me until I was seventeen. Still, there was plenty I could do. The next step was...
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