Helle Rowle was now one of the last of the Rowle family. Her little brother Thorfinn had died. She had the recieved an owl four days ago, stating her response be urgent. Helle was tasked with a choice. Either his body be buried in the prison cemetery or have his remains released to next of kin. Their ancestor Damocles Rowle would be doing somersaults in his crypt if he knew his own flesh and blood had died in the prison he created.
Serves him right running after the so called “Dark Lord.” When the origins of Voldemort were revealed after the war, she could spit needles.
The more she read about this Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. the angrier she got. The Rowles had swore long ago to never be in servitude of any witch or wizard ever again. Yet her brother dared call himself a loyal servant to a filthy half-breed of a Guant. Thorfinn had managed to avoid imprisonment by the skin of his teeth, during the first war. She had warned him lest he end up like Bellatrix’s little cousins Evan and Regulus. Macie Wilkes hid behind her low born suitor Reagan Edgecombe after her brother Lucas Wilkes was killed. Alecto should have settled down properly instead of chasing after her twin, but the rumors about their relationship were more than true. Now she sat brained addled and alone in Azkaban as Amycus passed away six years ago.
Rudolphus was all that was left, his wife and brother fell at the Battle of Hogwarts. Bella to that Prewett wretch and Rabastan, to children no less, how shameful. Walden Mcnair had chosen to be executed, that old lion would go out the way so many of his victims had. Yaxley was found in his holding cell with a horrendous horn tongue hex, not even making it to Azkaban’s grounds. Avery, Mulciber, Travers, and Sewlyn all of them, what a waste.
The aurors could wait three more days, her brother wasn’t going anywhere no time soon.
My brother wrote his verses To increase the Dark Lord’s fame Only fit that I heap curses On Tom Riddle’s filthy name
