The past year or two the life of Henry Yewbeam had been flipped upside down. He'd shot from quidditch captain in a loving relationship to a drug addicted death eater on trial for torturing the girl he once loved. How ironic. It sounded a lot but after scratching the surface Henry was caught in a web of problems beyond what met the eye.
For starters his addiction had been gradually getting worse and worse. Initially it had been a bit of fun, some sugar here or there. That was until he became dependant on sugar. Then after the incident with Hallie, being forced to torture her and plan to assassinate her had sent his sugar spiralling further out of control. Spice was Henry's new addiction. It was more powerful, had long lasting effects but the downward crash after the high was worse, meaning the sales assistant had to take even more to remain even glass half empty.
Henry's job was on the line. Lorcan D'Eath hadn't been impressed that the rookie death eater had used Borgin and Burkes, his store, to keep Hallie captive. In the end the roof had come down in the attic and there was blood stains covering the floorboards. You could hardly blame Lorcan for holding the charges against Henry, after all when you employ someone you don't expect them to use the workplace as an abattoir.
Lodging had become an issue. Since his trial had been made public Pansy and Paul, Henry's parents, had threw him out. He wasn't the brave young Quidditch obsessed boy they raised. They believed the tales in the Daily Prophet, as shocking as it was to them. Maybe it was the shock that intensified their belief, or the fact they found a secret stash of sugar under his mattress. Now Henry had no home, his job was on the rocks and he was staying at a fellow death eaters home, although he never really stayed there. He simply slept there in between the reduced hours at Borgin and Burkes and hunting down a new job. The trouble was nobody wanted to hire a suspected criminal whose boss didn't exactly give a good letter of recommendation for, so much so Henry had no letter of recommendation from Lorcan to back him up. On top of that he had barely any qualifications after failing most of his NEWT's due to his downward fall into the dark arts. There were times, mixed in with the depression, when Henry had thought about opening a shop of his own in Knockturn Alley, the only problem was he had no money to set that up nor anything to sell.
Impressing the death eaters was becoming a challenge. At the past meeting he had had no information to give to Du Hunt about the werewolf situation. So much for rising through the ranks. Henry was still that boy, the young kid fresh out of Hogwarts who can't keep a job and failed to kill an auror - that had lost them money. There were still the other new recruits, such as the death eater he was staying with, that liked him but it wasn't a true friendship. Henry had no friends. If only he could afford to not work, dedicate his life to the death eaters. He'd do that, delve further into the dark arts to prove he had courage, go on the adventurous missions but in order to do that he needed a place he could call home that didn't require rent - Henry had to contribute to the bills where he currently lodged.
Finally the biggest problem came round to the trial. this complicated things. It was this that set him aside from the other death eaters, the ones that did their job well and didn't make mistakes. It was this that was holding him back from getting a new job, a nice job under a boss that didn't dislike him and make his life hell and it was the trial that was increasing his stress and spice levels. The trial was turning out to be a nightmare. All Henry could do was hope he was cleared of all charges, set free, able to move back in with his parents and get a new job whilst being able to devote a portion of his time to the death eaters. That of course was the job for Scorpius Malfoy. To convince the wizengamot that Henry wasn't guilty.
The trial was drawing nearer and nearer by the day and Scorpius had arranged a meeting with his client to discuss any further advancements and well, Henry didn't have a clue what was going to be discussed he couldn't think right now and not just because he was currently high on sugar.
Arriving in the Leaky Cauldron the death eater paid for a Butterbeer and took a seat in the corner bay by the door. There he'd be able to spot the handsome blonde when he entered.
by Henry Yewbeam Mon Feb 17, 2014 4:58 pm
