RP: Sunday Morning Breakfast
Characters: Harry Potter
Location: Grimmauld Place Library
Date: 31 August 1999
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Harry broods reflects.
Completion: Complete
It was becoming a Sunday morning ritual for Harry to take his tea and toast to the library and have his breakfast while privately reading over the morning edition of The Prophet. While he didn't always put much stock in it, he found that he had to at least be informed of what it said in order to appear as intelligent as his counterparts in Auror training. This morning, there was another piece, hidden in between other articles, it was an opinion, a letter from a citizen.
Harry read through it thoroughly, and was struck by it. To anyone else, it might have seemed far-fetched, but Harry knew from first-hand experience that sometimes conspiracy theories were valid. The author of the letter, one Marla Cooper, seemed to think that the deaths of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mark Marcello, and the unidentified victim from the Gringotts murder scene were all linked somehow. It didn't say how, exactly, but it did insinuate that they were a part of a larger plot. It wasn't quite coherent, but Harry wasn't about to completely rule it out...
There had been speculation among Ministry employees, and particularly amongst the Aurors and trainees, on who might be responsible for the various deaths, but Kingsley's death had only been ruled a murder recently and it didn't seem to be linked in any way with the others. In fact, they all had such separate and distinct modus operandi that they appeared to be completely unrelated.
As Harry finished off his toast, he silently mourned the loss of a great leader and ally in Kingsley Shacklebolt, as well as the deaths of Marcello and the unknown victim. He was no stranger to losing people, but somehow he never got used to a sense of loss, whether it be personal or general. He sipped his tea and reflected on the people closest to him.
Harry had lost his biological family, but he was lucky to have replaced his blood ties with those of chosen family - his good friends, Hermione, Ron, Ron's family, the D.A. members who had fought by his side at the Ministry of Magic in his fifth year, and those who had come to fight at Hogwarts just over a year before...
Knowing he was just a first year in Auror training and had barely been in the program a month, he wasn't qualified to stick his nose into the investigation, which he knew was going on, but he did keep his ears open both at the Ministry and when out in public. There was something more than they were letting out, Harry was sure, but he had also learned that he couldn't solve every mystery all by himself. And this wasn't the same as fighting Voldemort. He wasn't sure how, exactly, but it just felt different.
He furrowed his brow and stared into the newspaper for some time until Kreacher came by to warm up his tea. Instead of staying to read in the library longer, Harry decided it was time to get out of the house and he set out for Diagon Alley.
Location: Grimmauld Place Library
Date: 31 August 1999
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: Harry broods reflects.
Completion: Complete
It was becoming a Sunday morning ritual for Harry to take his tea and toast to the library and have his breakfast while privately reading over the morning edition of The Prophet. While he didn't always put much stock in it, he found that he had to at least be informed of what it said in order to appear as intelligent as his counterparts in Auror training. This morning, there was another piece, hidden in between other articles, it was an opinion, a letter from a citizen.
Harry read through it thoroughly, and was struck by it. To anyone else, it might have seemed far-fetched, but Harry knew from first-hand experience that sometimes conspiracy theories were valid. The author of the letter, one Marla Cooper, seemed to think that the deaths of Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mark Marcello, and the unidentified victim from the Gringotts murder scene were all linked somehow. It didn't say how, exactly, but it did insinuate that they were a part of a larger plot. It wasn't quite coherent, but Harry wasn't about to completely rule it out...
There had been speculation among Ministry employees, and particularly amongst the Aurors and trainees, on who might be responsible for the various deaths, but Kingsley's death had only been ruled a murder recently and it didn't seem to be linked in any way with the others. In fact, they all had such separate and distinct modus operandi that they appeared to be completely unrelated.
As Harry finished off his toast, he silently mourned the loss of a great leader and ally in Kingsley Shacklebolt, as well as the deaths of Marcello and the unknown victim. He was no stranger to losing people, but somehow he never got used to a sense of loss, whether it be personal or general. He sipped his tea and reflected on the people closest to him.
Harry had lost his biological family, but he was lucky to have replaced his blood ties with those of chosen family - his good friends, Hermione, Ron, Ron's family, the D.A. members who had fought by his side at the Ministry of Magic in his fifth year, and those who had come to fight at Hogwarts just over a year before...
Knowing he was just a first year in Auror training and had barely been in the program a month, he wasn't qualified to stick his nose into the investigation, which he knew was going on, but he did keep his ears open both at the Ministry and when out in public. There was something more than they were letting out, Harry was sure, but he had also learned that he couldn't solve every mystery all by himself. And this wasn't the same as fighting Voldemort. He wasn't sure how, exactly, but it just felt different.
He furrowed his brow and stared into the newspaper for some time until Kreacher came by to warm up his tea. Instead of staying to read in the library longer, Harry decided it was time to get out of the house and he set out for Diagon Alley.