<i>September 23, 2001<br/>
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It has been over three years since the end of the Second Wizarding War and the inevitable fall of Lord Voldemort. Since that time a lot has changed across the wizarding war, major shifts in leadership as well as a literal witch hunt that continues to rage on to this very day. While most of Voldemort's allies have since been either captured or killed since his death, a few still remain. Of those few, many stayed hidden, even fewer still continue their work. Of those few, an escaped death eater only known by the name of 'Albiorix' has remained among the top of the Ministries most wanted list. If any news of this man whereabouts come to light, please immediately contact the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic. No witches or wizards should confront the man, as he is considered armed and highly dangerous. <br/>
</i><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2F33.media.tumblr.com%2Fd48220c123a7e6c04cf5be6b26fdbdf6%2Ftumblr_nd1m4bDGXy1tew0oco1_500.gif&amp;hash=2f8fdfb22b9b070fae3c29024d2b9be7" href="http://33.media.tumblr.com/d48220c123a7e6c04cf5be6b26fdbdf6/tumblr_nd1m4bDGXy1tew0oco1_500.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Albiorix</a>tossed the Daily Prophet atop the damp cobblestone street, uncaring of any muggles that may pick it up as he moved down the path into the depths of London. He waltzed past groups of people as they chatted and looked into the windows of a few nearby shops. They had no idea who walked around them. Luckily, no one had any idea of Albiorix's true identity. Not even the Ministry knew his face, only his assumed named and regrettably the make of his wand. It was his only true identifier, and Albiorix had thought about replacing it, but he couldn't bare to. Instead, he kept it hidden away until he needed it most.<br/><br/>As Albiorix stepped to the end of the street he stopped in front of a small corner store. the windows showed faintly lit carpenters office in which an elderly man stood behind the counter. His eyes glued to one of the muggle papers, so into his reading he didn't even see Albiorix as he waltzed through the shop towards the back. Though, perhaps the man was perhaps too afraid to look up. Either way, he stepped through a small wooden door in the back. Closing the door behind him as he stood in the cramped space of what looked to be a cupboard. Slowly he pulled out his wand made of laurel wood, the core containing a dragon's heartstring. It was rather average in length, about 9 1/2 inches. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Lumos.</span>" he whispered as a tiny bead of white light erupted from the end of his wand, illuminating the room around him.<br/><br/>With his free hand, Albiorix pushed aside a few small crates containing some wood scraps till he spied a small cobblestone brick with the dark mark burned across its face. Albiorix pressed his wand tip against the face of the mark, causing the one placed upon his arm to begin to burn. But it was only a brief pain before the wall and shelving in front of him began to fold away and disappear. Opening up into a dark and damp alleyway, Knockturn Alley.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the narrow alleyway, making his way for Borgin and Burkes, to pick up something he thought he had left behind.