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Harry Potter Roleplay 9
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submitted by Aqua/Bekah, age 14/12, GH/ND
(May 6, 2009 - 1:19 pm)
(May 6, 2009 - 1:19 pm)
((Come on, guys. HP roleplay vs. Warriors roleplays! We're not honestly letting the wizards be pushed to the second page by a bunch of *cats*, are we?!))
(June 2, 2009 - 4:55 pm)
//Oliver's POV//
I sat for a moment on the cold floor, blinking. After I got over the initial shock of being face-to-face with a long-dead Death Eater, and being abandoned by my two best friends in favor of said Death Eater, I decided there was nothing for it but to explore my new prison.
I had no doubt that Bellatrix meant what she said when she told me I wouldn't be able to escape. I was only fourteen, after all- and she had been the Dark Lord's most trusted servant. She probably knew magic of a caliber I could only dream of.
I left the kitchen and began to wander aimlessly through the dreary halls, chills running up and down my spine.
//Belinda's POV//
I gasped, blinking spots from my eyes. I swayed, trying to catch my balance.
When I could see properly again, I glanced around, feeling my shoulders tense.
The Garden was a dismal place. The ground was thick with frost, the few shrubs leafless and black. Tall, sharp rocks towered over my head. The clouds overhead were tinged with a green colour.
Wolfbar sagged against a dark tree, looking rather green himself. He seemed to be missing a few fingers- splinched, I suppose. Bellatrix stood a short distance away, Drusilla beside her though no longer clutching at her arm.
The Death Eater grinned crookedly at me. "Sorry," she said. "He said he knew how to Apparate."
"I'm all right," I said.
She nodded. "Good." Then, to Wolfbar, "Grow up. It's just a couple of fingers."
Wolfbar gaped at her. I wondered if he had forgotten that Bellatrix intended to cut off her entire hand once we found the Dark Lord. Or if she hadn't told him that part of the plan.
"Let's go," she said.
(June 2, 2009 - 5:23 pm)
((You splinched his fingers? Lol. He's becoming more and more of a loser every minute.))
Wolfbar stared a few seconds longer, a bit astonished. Um, just a couple of fingers? Then he decided to be thankful it wasn't his wand arm; that would be catastrophic.
"And I'm sure you'd cut off your right arm for this mission," he muttered, not intending for her to hear.
Bellatrix gave a twisted smile. "Hand, actually. Now come along."
They walked a while in silence, tense and alert. Wolfbar's hand consistently strayed towards the pocket in which he kept his wand. At one point Drusilla slipped and fell. Only Belinda acknowledged this; Bellatrix and Wolfbar simply continued walking.
Then, all of a sudden, something in the surroundings moved and Belinda let out a shriek. "Idiot!" Bellatrix screeched as two great flying shapes came swooping towards them.
Drusilla immediately paled and seemed to crumple to the ground. Belinda merely stood, frozen, her face a mask of horror and shock, as the two giant Dementors moved towards her.
"Use the Patronus, imbecile!" Bellatrix shouted frantically as three more Dementors appeared out of nowhere. But no matter how loudly Bellatrix hollered or how many more Dementors closed in on them, Belinda was unable to move.
Wolfbar watched the unfolding terror, and flinched as he saw Drusilla's prone figure being enveloped by Dementors' curling tendrils. He knew that Bellatrix couldn't summon a Patronus, not after having killed, and Drusilla and Belinda were in states of shock--
He tried to think, tried to concentrate, remember the words that he'd seen in Bellatrix's spellbooks. But most importantly, he unlocked that chamber of his mind that he'd kept locked for so long, and the memories came flooding in...
"Expecto Patronum!" he bellowed. "Expecto Patronum!" A silvery weasel, hardly distinguishable, floated out of the wandtip. He tried again, and this time the weasel bounded out, scattering the shadowy penumbras like sheep. It wasn't much, but the Dementors dispersed. He hadn't expected that.
The figurative dust settled, and he found Bellatrix and Belinda staring at him, Belinda with surprise, pehaps even gratitude, and Bellatrix's face unreadable.
"Apparating, boy," she said finally. "Work on the Apparating."
(June 3, 2009 - 7:20 pm)
((Yes, I splinched his fingers. No shame in that. Ron splinched himself in DH, remember?))
Bellatrix didn't let it show, but she was badly shaken by the attack. And she felt a grudging, almost resentful gratitude towards Wolfbar.
She hated Dementors. Hated them more than she'd ever hated anything in her entire life.
Pathetic, useless, weak, emotional, nostalgic, sentimental... She clenched her teeth. No, she thought.
The physical pain he had inflicted upon her was hardly noteworthy. She had screamed for him, yes, denied her instincts to dive out of the way when his wand came up. Anyone else would have been a jelly before they could even get to the second syllable. Why? Because her pain- anyone's pain, but especially hers- made him happy. And she ached to make him happy.
Twisted, perhaps, but true.
But did he notice? Did he care? She took a deep, steadying breath, but couldn't shake the thought.
He haunted her dreams- he always had- even in Azkaban, her rare sleep was filled with memories of cruelty, his large red eyes glaring at her. And even in Azkaban she had always awakened screaming his name.
Belinda's voice cut through her thoughts. "I- I'm sorry," she whispered faintly. "I just..."
Bellatrix flashed a half-hearted smile at her. "You froze up. It happens."
"It won't. Not again." Belinda's chin stuck out and her eyes blazed fiercely.
Bellatrix nodded. "I know."
(June 3, 2009 - 10:35 pm)
((I take back any derogatory comments I've ever made about Bellatrix. She's written better here than in the actual books.))
No need to thank me, Wolfbar thought grumpily, but he knew that this was no time to be so childish.
Suddenly a sharp gasp from Belinda pierced his thoughts. "Drusilla! Oh no, oh no-" Wolfbar turned in the direction Belinda was pointing. Drusilla was lying on the rocky ground, not moving.
"Is she de- is she okay?" Belinda choked out.
Bellatrix cast an experienced eye over Drusilla's body. "She's alive." She let Belinda breath a sigh of relief before adding, "But unless I'm very much mistaken- which I doubt- she's been Kissed."
Wolfbar saw disbelief, shock, and finally terror flash over Belinda's aspectabund face. "No," she finally said. "You have no way of knowing that."
Bellatrix offered a worn and sardonic smile. "I'm afraid that I do. Decades in Azkaban, where this sort of thing is a daily occurence, gives one an idea of what the characterisics are. The way the Dementors went away so easily probably had something to do with their having already taken a soul. And Drusilla was young and lived a life probably full of happiness- the kind of things that Dementors thrived on." She related all this with very little feeling, as though she was reading aloud from a textbook. There was no sympathy in her words.
"Well," said Belinda desperately, "we'll only know for sure when she wakes up. Wolfbar"- it was probably the first time that whole month that she'd acknowledged him- "you'll help me carry her, won't you?
"The more humans we have with us, the stronger our presence will be," Bellatrix interjected. "That makes it easier for the Dementors to sense us. Why do you think I left that other child at the manor? We can't afford to have more people than we need. If someone can't contribute something- and taking up two people's wand hands is not constructive- then they aren't coming. In plain English, we're leaving your friend right here."
(June 4, 2009 - 4:24 pm)
((Nah. She's just got more screen time here than in the books. Given enough time, a semi-decent author can manipulate you into liking anyone. It's a matter of exposure, that's all. Like Belinda, had she been canon, most people probably would have hated her, whereas here she's at least semi-sympathetic. Savvy?))
Belinda glanced back towards her friend's comatose body, and Bellatrix's face softened, just a little. She touched the girls shoulder gently. "I'm sorry," she said. "These things happen."
"We can't just leave her hear..." whispered Belinda.
Bellatrix hesitated. "Look, she's gone. Whoever your friend was- gone. She's an empty shell kept alive by the Dementor's magic. The best we can do for your friend- the most merciful thing to do- is kill the body."
"No!" cried Belinda, horrified at the prospect. "We can't..."
"People die," Bellatrix snapped. "People are killed. Every day, every hour, every minute- someone dies. Look at me," she added, and Belinda's attention snapped towards the Death Eater's face. "People die. People die constantly, all over the world. And sometimes it's the people we love. Family, friends..." she trailed off, glanced over at Drusilla, then turned back to Belinda. "And it hurts, I know it hurts... But answer me this. Would you rather see her die right now, before your eyes, or spend the rest of your life knowing that she's out here somewhere, tormented, lost, and hopeless?"
Belinda sniffed. "I..."
"You don't have to watch," Bellatrix said gently.
Belinda nodded. "Ok. Do it." She closed her eyes.
Bellatrix turned, flicked her wand. There was a flash of green light, and the body seemed to sag, just a little.
Wolfbar shuddered.
(June 4, 2009 - 10:14 pm)
Sorry, but I have 2 questions.
1.Why are they going to the garden?
2.Can someone other than Belatrix, Wolfbar, etc. write? At Hogwarts, escaping, I don't care! There just seems to be a lot more time spent with the villians than with the heroes.
(June 5, 2009 - 5:53 pm)
((1. To find the Dark Lord so they can bring him back.
2. Uh, everyone else seems to have left. If you post a Hogsmeade bit, I'll continue off of it... but right now they're still escaping, right? So I dunno what happens next...))
(June 5, 2009 - 11:43 pm)
((Savvy.
Ah-ha. I knew that was going to happen.))
Wolfbar had to admit that he felt sorry for Belinda. He tried to send a sympathetic look her way as they abandoned Drusilla's corpse, but tears were streaming silently down her face and he doubted that she noticed.
After trudging awhile with no conversation, Belinda spoke, her voice cracking. "Exactly what are we looking for?"
"Well," Bellatrix said, "I can't be completely sure"- Ha, thought Wolfbar instinctively- "but there should be something made of either silver of iron... those things are supposed to repel evil spirits, or keep them enclosed in a certain place. So anything silvery, or, ah, made of iron..." She trailed off, and Wolfbar got the notion that she was rather unsure.
"And... what is going to be holding... whatever it is... or whatever it... I mean..." Belinda obviously didn't know how to word her question properly.
Bellatrix's fleeting sympathy and/or hesitance towards Belinda was gone, and she spoke sharply. "It? It? This is just like any other... any other... grave." Wolfbar thought he saw her bite her lip as she spoke the last word.
"Then what happens?" Belinda asked, but Bellatrix held up her hand and an expression of mixed emotions crossed her face.
((That okay?))
(June 5, 2009 - 7:08 pm)
((That's great))
"What?" asked Wolfbar, peering into the gloom.
Bellatrix took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "There. That's it."
"You're sure?" he asked.
"Positive. Come on."
The Death Eater led them down a narrow, winding path, into a deep groove surrounded by forbidding boulders. In the center of the groove stood a small, nondescript iron box, the padlock rusted shut. A deep chill permeated the air.
Bellatrix bit her lip. He was there. Oh, gorram...
Steady, she told herself. Calm down. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
"You," she said to Wolfbar. "Go." She jerked her head.
He blinked, having forgotten about the insanity in the excitement of the Dementor attack. Knowing he had no choice, he took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Behind him, Bellatrix flicked her wand, and the Imperius curse settled on him like a blanket. "Get the box," she said cooly. Wolfbar stumbled forward dazedly, towards the box.
(June 5, 2009 - 11:56 pm)
((Yes, where did all the Hogwarts posters go?
And also, what is 'gorram'? It's not in my dictionary.))
"Wait," Belinda looked confusedly at Bellatrix, who was watching Wolfbar walk blindly towards the box. "You said that the box-"
"Yes." Bellatrix's eyes flickered away from Wolfbar for a second to not quite meet Belinda's. "Yes, that's true."
"He saved our lives!" Belinda burst out indignantly. "You can't just-"
"Shut up, girl," said Bellatrix coldly. "As I said, these things happen. Life is like one giant game of chess. Pawns must be sacrificed for the greater good."
"Drusilla was just a pawn, then?" Belinda said angrily, her eyes flashing. "Him? He's just a pawn? What about me? You'd let me die too, I bet, just to save your precious- Vol- Vol- Voldemort!"
A silence seemed to hang in the atmosphere as the last word was spoken. Wolfbar's zombie-like movements stopped, and everything seemed to freeze- Belinda's shocked look of betrayal, Bellatrix's overwhelming fury at the girl for saying those things, and even the very air seemed to become unbreathable. Then a great wind picked up.
(June 6, 2009 - 11:53 am)
((Gorram? It's, uh, Firefly slang. you can Google it. Sorry, I've been using lots... and lots... of Firefly slang without realizing it.))
//Belinda's POV//
My heart was slamming in my chest. A ferocious wind howled through the small canyon and Bellatrix looked ready to kill. I was terrified.
"Now you've done it..." she muttered, almost to herself. A great, black shadow seemed suddenly to materialize. "Come on."
"What?" I stayed where I was. "What about..."
"Just come on," she said, and half-dragged me away from the canyon. "And I wouldn't."
"You wouldn't... What?"
"Let you die. Say his name again though, and I just might kill you myself."
I gulped. The shadow suddenly morphed into a giant, hooded figure- larger than any Dementor- and the air turned to ice. Bellatrix yanked me to the ground.
Very softly, she said, "The boy will be alright, for now- that thing's not looking for a lunatic. Us, on the other hand..."
"So we're dead," I said dully.
Bellatrix smiled evilly. "Not quite." She let out a breath that might have been a soft burst of laughter. "We're gonna pull a crazy Ivan. Sort of, anyway."
"A what?"
The Death Eater reached into her pocket and pulled out two tiny broomsticks. A flick of her wand and they enlarged to normal proportions. "Cut and run- and leave a sizable explosion in our wake."
"Without the box?"
She just raised her eyebrows. "Nah. We'll grab him- and the boy- on the way out." She handed me one of the broom.
"Follow me," she said with another crazy grin, and launched into the air.
The shadow let out a roar and jumped after us. Bellatrix shot downwards, just as Wolfbar picked up the box. She grabbed him by the back of his robes and shot upwards again, then wheeled suddenly and soared under the shadow. I followed as best I could.
Bellatrix let out a whoop and fired several spells over her shoulder. The air behind me exploded, and I caught a glimpse of the shadow tumbling in the resulting turmoil.
We flew until we were past the boundaries of the Garden, then touched down. Bellatrix dropped Wolfbar, who slumped over onto the ground.
"Is he dead?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"No. He'll have a nasty bit of a headache when he wakes up though, I should think." She bent over, examining the box, a curious light in her eyes. "But he'll be just shiny- more or less."
(June 6, 2009 - 11:25 pm)
I woke up knowing something was wrong. The girls' dormitory was too...quiet. Too empty. Then, I realized several girls were missing. What had happened? Had they been kidnapped? No one was supposed to be able to get in, but something already had. Wo knows? Maybe it came back. I tried to recall what the missing girls had been talking about. I'd heard the words 'away', and 'Hogsmeade'. Did they leave on purpose, out of fear? I couldn't eat breakfasrt, I was too worried for the girls. Maybe they died, like Keira, and...I couldn't think like this. I knew I had to tell a teacher as soon as possible, which would be in Herbology. Professor Longbottom would understand. Meanwhile, I could look around. I noticed that Oliver, Belinda, and Drusilla were missing from the Slytherin table as well. They would never have run off with Griffindors. It must have been a kidnapping. ((I know it wasn't, this is just what Rose thinks.)) In herbology, I told Professor Longbottom, about the missing students, but he didn't understand like I thought he would. I knew that I had to do something. I would run off myself to do something.
(June 6, 2009 - 12:29 pm)
Sorry guys! I've been away... I might post soon, ok?
(June 6, 2009 - 3:40 pm)
((I'm going to take it that being "shiny" means that he's *not* insane? Hopefully?))
When Wolfbar awoke he was back at the Lestrange manor, lying, wonder of wonders, in a bed. He looked around himself nervously, and saw Belinda's face come into focus. Then he realized that he had a stupendous, splitting headache.
"What the...!" he yelped. "Argh..."
Belinda spoke anxiously. "Are you, um... okay?"
"About as okay as possible, under the circumstances!" barked Wolfbar. "It's only that my head feels like it's about to explode!"
"But you're not... um... insane or whatever?" She looked hesitant.
"What?"
"The box, I mean... didn't you pick it up?"
"The box, the box... ah, what box?"
"In the garden..." Belinda looked a bit worried.
"Oh, that!" Wolfbar's face cleared. "Oh, oh, yes! Yes, I remember now! ...But no, sorry to disappoint, I wouldn't say that I'm insane." And then, with the memories of the night came many questions. "And him! What happened there! Bellatrix? Is she doing her little magic resurrection thingy? And that boy, the one in the house, how's he? And that massive cloudy thing that was like a Dementor! How'd we escape? And how am I not insane? And you're alive too... and I'm sorry about your friend, also."
The door opened and Bellatrix came in, looking preoccupied but rather satisfied. "All of your questions will be answered in due time," she said, and a smile crept into her words.
((Do we need a new thread, perhaps? This has got 90 posts, and is taking longer than it should to load for me, even with the new page format.))
(June 7, 2009 - 5:19 pm)