MARVELLO RIDDLE ESCAPES FROM AZKABAN PRISON
On the morning of August the 3rd, the Ministry of Magic received word that Marvello Riddle, son of Tom Riddle- better known as Lord Voldemort- escaped from Azkaban. Through interrogation of prisoners near Marvello's cell, authorities have found out that Marvello escaped with the help of unidentified former Death Eaters. The Ministry is asking the public for their help: if you see anything suspicious whatsoever, please contact an auror or the Minister himself. Mr. Shaklebolt told our reporter, "We will catch Marvello before he has a chance to try anything. We have a great team of aurors." Let's hope the Minister is right.

"Oh my God!" Callie exclaimed as soon as she read the article in the Daily Prophet, immediately turning and burying her head in Teddy's chest.

"Not again," Teddy muttered, looking up to George as he wrapped his arms around Callie.

George exchanged a look with Fred, who's arm was around Elle's waist as Brady was hugging her tightly. "It's alright, sweetheart," Elle murmured to Brady as she ran her hands through his hair.

As soon as everyone had heard the news that morning, the members of the Order had all crowded into Grimmauld Place. The meeting was supposed to happen as soon as everyone arrived, but with the children panicking, it was delayed so that the parents could comfort them.

Well, that and the fact that Kingsley hadn't yet arrived. He was still at Azkaban, investigating. He couldn't understand how Marvello escaped. Marvello was in isolation, with his nearest neighbors hundreds of feet away.

His location was classified, so how in the hell did former Death Eaters find him? There had been no reported break ins or outs- though who would want to break in to the hell that is Azkaban?

Unless there was a mole. Unless one of the guards worked for Marvello and leaked information of the location of his cell to the Death Eaters. No one wanted to say it, but everyone was thinking that exact same thing. It was beginning to be a lot like the previous wizarding wars; no one could trust anyone.

Sirius was reminded of Peter, so he hadn't spoken a word since the news broke. He was taken back to that day, how Anne tried to stop him from going after that rat with Elle pressed against her chest, how he had kissed her quickly before telling her that he had to go give Peter what he deserved and promising that he would return. The image of Anne watching him leave with worried eyes, clutching a sleeping Elle for dear life.

Regulus thought back to his own faked death, how he was so incredibly scared of Voldemort and what he could do. How he gave Kreacher the locket to protect, how he looked at his mother for the last time before leaving Grimmauld Place to go fake his death. He told various witches and wizards of his death- while he was disguised of course. How he charmed a boggart he killed to take the form of his own dead body as he dropped it in an alley in Knockturn Alley. Now, as he looked around to his niece and the family she had now, he swore he would never perform such a cowardly act again.

Elle was consumed in thoughts of Draco, how there was a time when she couldn't stand him, couldn't trust him- her own cousin! She looked around at the familiar faces and hoped none of the young ones would have to go through such things. She hoped they would always be able to trust each other.

Everyone was brought out of their thoughts by the appearance of Kingsley, who wore a grim expression on his face as his feet hit the old wooden floors, sending creaks all throughout the townhouse.

"Kids, why don't you go check out Sirius's old room?" Fred told all of the kids, who exchanged looks before trudging up the stairs, with Teddy and Callie bringing up the rear. None of them had the energy to argue.

The tension in the air was so thick one could cut it with a knife as the adults all sat around the massive living room. Elle felt as if she could hardly breathe, the musty scent that hadn't left over the years suddenly seeming too overbearing.

Fred squeezed her hand, though he didn't know if it was more for her comfort or his own. George looked at each of his brothers, wondering if all of them would survive the Third Wizarding War.

Draco felt tense, as he still felt as if they all judged him on his past and still thought he was untrustworthy. He was on edge, hoping no one from Marvello's side would come and try to recruit him again. He had half a mind to simply stay here at Grimmauld Place with Sammy and the girls, but he knew that wasn't in Sammy's blood. He also knew that it was something his father would do and he absolutely refused to be anything at all like that vile man.

"My investigation of Azkaban was not successful. They left no trace, no clue of who could've helped Marvello escape," Kingsley finally said.

Elle's chest tightened and the floor seemed almost unsteady beneath her. The floor seemed eager to come up and meet her, but she fought it. She was a Gryffindor, she wasn't easily scared. Everything would be fine. They would beat him, just like they beat Voldemort all those years ago.

Charlie exchanged a glance with Bill, unsure of what could be done. They could send out dozens of aurors, but that would make it seem as if Marvello was winning. They could make it seem as if they were doing nothing, but the public wouldn't like that.

Percy, for once, thought that politics had failed them. What could they do that would appease everyone? Nothing, absolutely nothing would appease everyone.

Hermione and Ron shifted closer together subconsciously, thinking of Rose and Hugo. What could they do to protect them?

Kingsley was brilliant, as always. He was a fantastic minister, and this time was no exception. "We will send out undercover forces to scout. In the mean time, we will tell the press what we know: that Marvello is hiding and that the public shouldn't worry. If Marvello is smart, which he is, he will stay hidden," he said, leaning forward in his chair.

"We will catch him. If we can stop Voldemort, then we can catch his wannabe son. With Harry by my side, there's no way we can fail," he continued, wanting to give everyone some peace.
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Hey! So a couple days ago I went to Universal Studios Orlando, and when I went into Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, I felt at home! I couldn't stop picturing Elle and Fred in the shop, doing things that they have in this series! I seriously wanted to tell the employees to let me up into the flat haha

Until next chapter!
-Drew