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Next-Generation HPRP, part the eleventh
Eleventh rhymes with...
Eleventh rhymes with seventh, haha.
Anyway, the next thread for our next-generation HP roleplay. Er, fanfiction, really, to tell the truth. It stopped being a roleplay when all the Hogwarts people left (read: got exasperated with the Bella-Voldy-Wolfbar-Belinda fanfiction Mary W. and I were writing...)
Right. So. MW said she was having problems loading the last one. Plus, the number was wrong on the last one. Shouldn've been tenth.
Carry on!
submitted by TNÖ, age 16, Deep Space
(July 15, 2009 - 3:11 pm)
(July 15, 2009 - 3:11 pm)
//Bellatrix//
The fight in the Atrium lasted for a brief few seconds. Leaving her brother-in-law and nephew to take care of the upper floors, Bellatrix darted down the stairs to add to the considerable commotion coming from the bottommost level.
She found the courtroom in complete chaos. About seven people were already dead (or, at the least, severely wounded and not long for the world); the remaining members of the Wizengamot were trying (and failing) to catch the Dark Lord with whatever hexes they could think of (hampered greatly by the close quarters of their seats). The Dark Lord, meanwhile, was dodging around the room, completely untouched and sending curses in every direction. A rare, twisted grin had slid across his face.
He caught sight of Bellatrix in the doorway, her eyes gleaming and her wand clutched tightly in her hand. A brief nod was all she needed to leap into the battle, cackling madly and almost immediately sending three witches who had managed to get to the floor into doubled-over shrieks of agony.
Forty-five minutes later it was over and Kingsley was dead (along with countless other Ministry officials and people of importance, although low-ranking stiffs had largely been spared).
//Voldy//
The Death Eaters and their master stood in the Minister's office. Kingsley's body had been sort of nudged to one side.
The Dark Lord brushed his fingers delicately against the edge of the desk, allowed himself a quick smirk, and then said quietly, "Draco, get a group of people together and start removing the bodies. Take them far away from London and get them respectable burial services- invite their friends and loved ones, and don't attend the services yourself." He might have been a ruthless megalomaniac, but he didn't want to appear completely heartless (public relations was everything).
Draco bowed quickly and strode out the door.
The Dark Lord continued, in an even softer voice. "Lestrange, use the money we've been stealing from the Ministry for the past few weeks and donate it to charities or something, anonymously." He smirked.
Rabastan couldn't quite help himself, and asked, "Anonymously, my lord? Why?"
The Dark Lord merely shrugged. "It'll get out that it was my orders eventually, and then I look humble as well as charitable."
"Right," Rabastan said, snorting a little. He, too, left.
"Bellatrix..." the Dark Lord sighed. "Just... go back to the castle and tell them it's done, alright?"
"But-" she broke herself off. She took a quick breath and said shortly, "Yes, my lord."
She turned to leave. The Dark Lord felt a twinge of guilt for the first time in years. He sighed heavily, and then added, "Pick up the girl... Belinda... and bring her back here. Albus too, I suppose. You can deal with all the captives."
Bellatrix brightened considerably at the prospect and bowed. "Thank you, my lord."
The Death Eater vanished out the door, and the Dark Lord turned back to the Minister's desk.
It was a horrible piece of furniture, dark wood carved into intricate patterns and polished to a dull shine. Papers covered it entire surface and there wasn't a scratch on it.
Irritably, the Dark Lord shuffled the papers into a neat pile, moved them over to a filing cabinet, and reduced the self-important desk to a pile of smoldering ashes with a flick of his wand. In his opinion, furniture should be functional and not a blatant show of wealth that could have been better spent on more important things.
(September 23, 2009 - 10:55 pm)
((will dark be reigning forever now?))
//Albus//
Pansy uttered a little shriek when Bellatrix Apperated back into the kitchen. Bellatrix gave her a disgusted look and then turned in Belinda and Albus' general direction. "The Ministry has fallen," she said with admirable restraint of her emotions, "Kingsley is dead, and the Dark Lord has some captives he wants dealt with. You two'll be helping me with that," she added.
Belinda and Albus' grins were nothing compared to Bellatrix's mad jack-o-lantern expression, but then that was hard to dwarf.
"The rest of you," Bellatrix added to Wolfbar and the Malfoys, "can stay here, doing whatever you were doing..." Her eyes fell upon the table, "Drinking tea and whatnot. Have fun with that..." She coughed. "Are you both alright with Side-A-Long?"
When Albus and Belinda nodded their acquiescence, she clutched their robe sleeves and they Apperated off again with a small pop.
Upon arriving at the Ministry, they were greeted with a rather tumultuous sight. Draco had taken away most of the bodies by this point, but furniture was busted, an occasional wall had fallen through, and bits of plaster and such were scattered around. And, of course, in the Atrium there was the sizable crowd of captives Bellatrix had spoken of. Most paled notably when they saw Bellatrix.
Albus and Belinda watched, slightly bemused, as Bellatrix considered the trembling men and women before her for a good minute or two, waiting until they'd all gotten suitably terrified out of their wits. Then, slowly, she turned to the two children, smiling with a rather generous air. "After you, darlings?" she said sweetly.
(September 24, 2009 - 3:53 pm)
((Over ocean, sea and shoal... Or, you know, England.))
//Bellatrx//
The two of them got over their surprise at the Death Eater's generosity rather quickly. Albus went left and Belinda went right, and screams filled the Atrium.
Bellatrix grinned, twirling her wand between her fingers.
The Dark Lord appeared behind her with a crack, and she half-turned to nod at him.
"Bellatrix," he said quietly, then shifted his gaze to the two children. "They seem to be getting along admirably."
"Yes, indeed." Bellatrix chuckled suddenly. "Though I'm not sure 'admirable' would be the term most would choose."
The Dark Lord shrugged, a thin smile dancing over his face. "More's the pity, I suppose. Don't kill anyone who knows anything of importance, alright?"
He vanished.
(September 24, 2009 - 6:44 pm)
((And what of the rest of the world?))
//Albus//
Considering that previously the only subjects of Albus' admittedly mild Cruciatas curses had been legions of spiders and first year student Jim Thrope, Albus was reacting rather well to suddenly having Ministry officials that he was allowed to torture (and encouraged to murder, though he hadn't gotten up the nerve for that bit just yet...). Of course, they'd all had their wands confiscated and were panicking, which made them rather easy targets, but he still felt somewhat proud of himself.
Glancing around, he literally saw a small path of destruction behind Bellatrix, who was currently telling a quaking Ministry gentleman that he had roughly ten seconds to give her at least one plausible reason not to cremate him on the spot. To his right, Belinda's wand lit the immediate area up with a green light as she screamed, "Avada Kedavra!" and a secretary fell to the ground.
It was fortunate, Albus thought as he stopped a would-be escapee with another Cruciatas, that he had such wonderful role models to look up to.
(September 25, 2009 - 2:59 pm)
((Er... Oh, yes, the rest of the world. I suppose, eventually. Or he could just stop at England for a while.))
//Bellatrix//
A few hours later the prisoners had been paired down to a handful of reasonably knowledgeable officers who had managed to convince Bellatrix that they were more valuable dead than alive.
Bellatrix was currently in the process of torturing every scrap of information they possessed out of them. If she didn't find their knowledge useful she killed them on the spot (though not with a curse; it would be ages before the house elves got the last of the stain out of the floor).
//Rabastan//
Public relation theories being slightly over his head, Rabastan just picked a charity at random and transfered thousands of Galleons into their bank account as quietly as possible given the scale of the donation. Having nothing else to do he returned to the Ministry in time to see the last of his sister-in-law's prisoners flailing on the ground, emitting truly earsplitting screams.
He stayed for a moment to watch, then ventured deeper into the Ministry building for further orders.
(September 25, 2009 - 5:47 pm)
((And how will Muggles react to all this, the revelation that their country has been taken over by a wizard and all...?))
//James//
It was late at night, almost one, when James was awoken by screams.
Initially he thought they were his own- ever since his father's death, he'd been plagued by frighteningly realistic nightmares that sometimes made him cry out inadvertently in his sleep. But as he opened his eyes and saw a bright flash of light, be realized that this was no dream.
Dark-cloaked figures were swarming into the dormitories, and his roommates were either awake and panicking or lying on the floor, not breathing. There were shouts and more flashes of light coming from all around, and the occasional explosion from the halls. Students and staff members still dressed in pajamas and brandishing wands could be seen through the open door, running from the strangers and shouting spells. Glancing out the window with his heart in his mouth, James could see the unmistakable eerie green light of the Dark Mark.
There was a sick feeling in his stomach. The Death Eaters were at Hogwarts.
Then a curse hit him and he blacked out.
(September 26, 2009 - 10:08 am)
((Panic, most likely. Or they might just be kept in the dark, so to speak, for a while.))
//Bellatrix//
By sunrise, most of the Hogwarts population was dead or unconscious. A handful of the more... resilient students were restrained in the Great Hall.
Bellatrix was mainly concerned with the Potter boy (James, Albus had said disinterestedly before following Belinda to help round up any hopeful escapees). He had started to stir and groan and would probably be waking up soon.
James jerked awake with a cry.
Bellatrix grinned at him and spun her wand towards him.
"Good morning, darling," she said lightly. "I don't suppose you're as far along as your brother...?"
"Wha-?"
"No, definitely not. A pity. Crucio!"
//Terry Boot//
Being held captive in his own office was not Terry's idea of a good start to the day. The fact that he was currently glaring into Voldemort's (rather justifiably) smug face only made it worse.
"No guards, no increased security, in bed and asleep..." Voldemort shook his head slowly. "Terribly bad form..."
Terry had a sudden urge to kick Voldemort's face in, but as he was held firmly in place by a gigantic suit of armor he had to settle for snarling, "You're too much of a coward to insult me unless I'm completely helpless- that's 'bad form' too, isn't' it?"
"It might be considered so, yes," Voldemort replied cooly, a flicker of light in his eyes the only outward sign of anger. "Then again, it's the heros who are usually concerned with bravado, isn't it, and look where that got them." He shrugged.
Terry didn't here the spell, but he saw the flash of green light rush towards him. A heartbeat later he was pulled backwards and the world melted around him.
(September 26, 2009 - 2:07 pm)
((Lots'n'lotsa death...))
//Albus//
Now everyone, sans Voldemort, was in the Great Hall, with about two or three dozen students remaining of the several hundred that Hogwarts had housed. These were largely the ones that Bellatrix had decided to spare because they had potential as Dark wizards (with, Albus was sure, a bit of... friendly persausion). Those that weren't were children of the few powerful people who hadn't been at the Ministry, and could be used as bargaining tools if necessary. But as there was really a very, very slim chance of that being necessary, Albus suspected that particular smattering of children wasn't long for this world.
As for James, Albus wasn't quite sure what Bellatrix planned on doing with him. He would never side with the Dark Lord (having inherited Harry's hero complex), and anyway his magical talents were mediocre. Of course, there was always the possibility that Bellatrix had left him alive as compensation to herself for having to kill Harry so soon, and she'd just be toying with him a few days. Whatever the purpose, though, Albus was fine either way. He didn't care much anymore for his brother one way or the other.
Albus doubted that he would feel particularly disgusted with himself even if he had the time to.
Dear Mary W.,
This one went too far regarding "lots'n'lotsa death" and has been edited to be more appropriate for the Chatterbox.
--Admin
To everyone posting here,
This thread needs to take a different direction. Posts about characters enjoying torturing and murder will be deleted.
--Admin
(September 26, 2009 - 5:25 pm)
((Oh, cool! I'm bringing the fact that Hazel has a crush on James into play here.))
I screamed, diving towards Bellatrix Lestrange. "You can't do that!" I screamed at her, knocking her over. "James, we've got to get out of here!" I drag James up and run outside. I looked over my shoulder, estimating how long it would be before Lestrange caught us. James was shaking. "James, look. Your brother. Is. With. Bellatrix. Lestrange. And. Torturing. Students. To. Death. I saw him smiling. I'm sure he would have no regrets about killing you. Or Aunt Ginny. Or Lily, even. We've got to do something!" I yelled at him. He stared at me. "Right. And what do you expect me to do?" he replied sardonically. "I don't know, what? Try to convince your brother not to go all the way to the Dark side?" I said back, biting back my angry tears, knowing that he knew what I was saying already. He shrugged. "You're just a girl. You're probably over exaggerating. I know that Albus wouldn't work with Lestrange willingly." he told me, and heading back for the castle. "NO! JAMES, DON'T GO INSIDE! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" I yell at him. He turns and comes back. I see Lestrange and Al coming outside, looking for us. "James, we need to get into the forest and out of here." I say calmly. James looks behind him, and sees the maniacal grin on Al's face. Al raises his wand. "Cru-"he starts to say, pointing his wand at James. I pull James to the ground and set off for the Forbidden Forest, no longer caring if he followed or not. "If he's going to such a stubborn mule-" I mutter to myself, then James runs up alongside me and I clamp my mouth shut. Once we reach the Forest, the centaurs are waiting for us. "Don't shoot!" I say hurriedly. "We're trying to escape Bellatrix Lestrange!" They look at us gravely. "Do not go to the Ministry. They have been eliminated by Voldemort and his followers. Go! We will give you some time to escape." one centaur tells us.
((Likey, no likey?))
(September 27, 2009 - 11:21 am)
Just a comment, I think this must be the longest roleplay ever. Congrats!
(September 26, 2009 - 5:47 pm)
((Assuming that something happened to the post I made a day ago, then...))
//Albus//
Hazel and James never had a chance, of course. Bellatrix wasn't exactly the kind to let a bargaining tool like James slip through her fingers, nor to be thwarted by a few teenagers. A flick of Bellatrix's wand and the two children were immoblized. James looked rather confused. Albus smirked.
~
"And where's the Dark Lord?" Albus cautiously asked Belinda a half hour later. Everyone was in the Great Hall, but Albus, Belinda, and Bellatrix were probably the only ones remotely comfortable.
"I believe Bellatrix said he went to the London zoo."
"Oh?" Albus raised his eyebrow. "Er... d'you think he's having a very lovely time?"
Belinda smirked. "He's looking for another snake. Professor Longbottom- who, ah, is not doing so well right now... killed the one he had years ago. It was a Horcrux."
Albus knew this. "Does he plan on making more? Horcruxes, I mean. Do you know?"
Belinda was watching Bellatrix intently, with a slightly detached look. "No idea. I mean, he's the Dark Lord. Who knows what's running through his head?"
(September 28, 2009 - 2:43 pm)
((And cue Voldy post...))
//Voldy//
After very brief deliberation the Dark Lord liberated an enormous python from its rather too-small tank at the zoo.
After another moment of thought, he Vanished the rest of the tanks and watched with some amusement as the snakes fled, nipping at ankles and hissing delightedly.
Then, for good measure, he Apparated to the python's forest of birth, deposited him in a tree, and Apparated some distance northeast. There he convinced a gigantic snake that the food would be much better in England.
At which point he Apparated back to Hogwarts (the snake following close behind, through some obscure method that could only be understood by a cold-blooded creature) to see how Bellatrix was getting on.
He found her sitting on the staff table in the Great Hall, eyeing the Potter boy and some girl with the expression of a giant bird of prey sizing up a mouse. The Death Eater looked up, though, smiling as her master entered.
"My lord," she said, inclining her head in his direction before turning back to the students. "Centaurs caused a bit of trouble," she added.
"And?" the Dark Lord leaned back against one of the tables, raising an eyebrow.
Bellatrix simply shrugged. "Well, they're mostly dead. Those acromantulas in the south corner were more than happy to help us dispose of them."
"Ah."
"Mm. And these two," she aimed a kick at the girl who (rather admirably) managed a fierce glare. "Were trying to run away."
"With limited success, I see," the Dark Lord said dryly. "How far did they get?"
"Edge of the forest," Bellatrix replied, "About forty minutes ago?"
The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow. "That far? Slipping a bit, aren't you?"
Bellatrix glared at him.
(September 29, 2009 - 4:53 pm)
((Of course...))
//Albus//
Albus had fallen asleep for a brief hour or so. It was rather understandable that he was exhausted, considering that the night had involved not only the taking over of a prestigious wizarding academy but also the fall of an entire government.
When he awoke, the Dark Lord and Bellatrix were conversing quietly. Albus' brother and his... accomplice... were standing next to them, both with moderately infuriated expressions. Occasionally the girl would try to kick someone, which, Albus noted mildly amusedly, was unsuccessful due largely to the invisible ropes that were restraining her and James.
There was a considerably intimidating snake at the Dark Lord's feet, and Albus had to wonder if the London zoo had actually housed such an animal or if that hadn't been the Dark Lord's only stop.
His admittedly drowsy thoughts were interrupted by Belinda's appearance. She was waving a newspaper. "The Dark Lord picked it up," she said with a grin, "isn't it funny?"
The front page- and every page after that- was filled with panicky stories obviously written spur-of-the-moment, and a large collection of vague photographs. The newspaper was nowhere near as long or varied as it usually was- the only topic was the Dark Lord's return, and many details were inaccurate; in addition, "daily" was mispelled as "daly." Albus couldn't help but think that this would be the last Prophet for a while, and he returned Belinda's grin. "Hilarious."
((Block. Sorry if this seems forced... or something like that...))
(September 30, 2009 - 1:02 pm)