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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)
(((Huh? Whadda you mean? Sorry guys I been buuuussssy! Plus have started working on a story....))
(July 21, 2009 - 7:55 pm)
((What's the story? The mountain one?))
(July 22, 2009 - 9:46 am)
//Wolfbar//
Lying in his bed that night, Wolfbar found it hard to fall asleep- but then, that had become more and more common. Finally, though, he drifted into a light sleep, and had the same allegory of a dream that had tormented him many times in the last few years...
*****
He was a young boy, playing in his family's home with his sister. His mother was in the kitchen, cooking, and his father sat in the drawing room with a newspaper. There was nothing in the world to trouble the family.
Then came a knock at the door, and Wolfbar ad his sister froze. Mr. Rangon opened the door, and a dark-cloaked figure stepped in. There was a nanosecond's pause, and then Mr. Rangon and the stranger began talking as amiably as old friends.
Mr. Rangon led the stranger into the kitchen, and Wolfbar and his sister followed cautiously. Mrs. Rangon looked terrified, but welcomed the dark stranger as kindly as her husband had. With each passing second, Mr. and Mrs. Rangon seemed to grow older, more worried. Wolfbar and his sister stood at the threshold to the kitchen, confused.
After a few minutes in the dream but what seemed like an eternity, Wolfbar's sister ran forward. She seemed to contradict the dark stranger, to tell him to get out of their house. The dark stranger raised his right hand, and Wolfbar's sister fell to the floor, dead.
And after a few seconds, Wolfbar stepped around his sister and stood next to the dark stranger, now not a stranger but an ever-present guest in the house.
((Did that not make sense in the least?))
(July 22, 2009 - 10:43 am)
Um, not completely (sorry). Who was the dark stranger?
(July 22, 2009 - 12:15 pm)
((Voldy, presumably))
(July 22, 2009 - 12:52 pm)
((No, it's a new one. I might show you it next time we get together, I might not.))
(July 22, 2009 - 12:44 pm)
((Aargh, no, it made no sense. :/ *is embarrassed* It was meant symbolically: Wolfbar's father was sucked into the whole Death Eater thing. The stranger was supposed to represent evilness in general. Wolfbar's mother's reaction, being afraid of what her husband was doing but going along with it, Wolfbar's sister's reaction, opposing the entire operation, and Wolfbar's reaction, putting aside any misgivings or sadness over his sister, all hapened but not in that short space of time. And reading this over, it *still* makes no sense... I obviously am not any good at subtlety.))
(July 22, 2009 - 3:12 pm)
(( :p Whatsit about??? Tell me on your site..))
(July 23, 2009 - 12:21 pm)
//Bellatrix//
She didn't cry long. After a few minutes the flow of salty water stopped, and Bellatrix pushed herself up away from the floor, gritting her teeth. Tears, she knew, wouldn't help anything. Tears only ever made things worse.
With a sigh the Death Eater rose to her feet, pushing away a few strands of hair that were sticking to her cheeks.
Staring into the fire she took several long, steadying breaths, willing herself not to tremble. With a quick, jerky motion she brushed away her tears. Don't cry, don't cry, don't-
"Bellatrix?"
She whirled around, startled.
Belinda stared back at her, wide-eyed.
"Are you alright?"
The question very nearly sent the Death Eater into hysterical sobs once more.
"I'm fine, sweet," she lied.
Belinda didn't look convinced. "You've been crying."
Bellatrix turned away, back to the fire. Then, softly, "Yes. A little."
The girl hesitated slightly, then crossed the room to stand beside the Death Eater. "It was him, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Bellatrix let out a hysterical gasp of laughter. "It's always him, sweet." She glanced down to smile half-heartedly at Belinda. "But don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
Belinda still looked skeptical. "I heard screams..."
"I've had worse." So much worse that she had been rather shocked when he stopped so soon, but she wasn't about to tell Belinda that.
The girl stared up at her sadly.
"It's late," Bellatrix said after a long pause. "You should get to bed." Then, when Belinda showed no sign of wanting to leave, she added, "Go on. I'm alright."
Belinda glanced over her shoulder as she left.
Bellatrix sank into an armchair and leaned heavily on her hand, staring into the crackling flames.
(July 23, 2009 - 5:17 pm)
((@ anyone still on this thread: I will be out of town until the 5th of August and therefore posting considerably less; see DtE post when it shows up.))
//Pansy//
Mrs. Pansy Malfoy stormed out of the headmaster's office without even a parting thank-you or goodbye. Stupid headmaster. Her precious son, her only child, was missing, and what was Hogwarts doing about it? Nothing. Just like they never did anything.
Draco was right, she raged as she used the Floo Network to get home, hissing, "Malfoy Manor," through clenched teeth as angrily as though the fireplace had done her some personal wrong. This pathetic excuse for a wizarding academy is good-for-nothing rubbish. But thinking of Draco made her bite her lip as she tried not to break down, so she instead allowed herself to mentally curse the Hogwarts administration for a few minutes.
Stepping onto the hearth in her own living room, she got a rash idea. If Draco was anywhere, it was Lestrange manor. Where else could he be? That place was the only connection to the Death Eaters that she could think of, and lately there had been some brouhaha over that at Hogwarts. It was almost too much to hope for, this assumption alone- she didn't allow herself to even think the other feeling she had, that perhaps Scorpius was there too.
The Floo Network. It was worth a try, and if her hopes proved in vain she could always Apparate back. It was harmless, she decided, though one part of her said that giving herself false hope would be very, very dangerous.
She grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace again. "Lestrange manor," she whispered, the words barely audible. There was a pause, and then a horrible twisting feeling. With a puff of smoke, she found herself ejected from the fireplace, still in her living room.
It's been cut off from the network, she realized with surprise. And now she knew almost for sure where they were.
(July 24, 2009 - 12:56 pm)
((The plot thickens.))
//Bellatrix//
Bellatrix sighed, still staring into the fire. A half-second later it turned an ugly brown and hissed violently. The Death Eater started and rose swiftly to her feet.
She turned and flew from the room and down into the basement.
The Death Eater slowed outside a closed door, hesitated slightly, and knocked. "My lord..."
There was no answer, but a few seconds later the door flew open to reveal her master. "Bella?"
Bellatrix shifted, suddenly nervous. "Someone just tried to travel here via Floo network, my lord."
The Dark Lord nodded slowly. "Any idea who it was?"
"No, my lord." Her eyes flicked over his face. "My lord? Is... is something the matter?"
"Nothing that concerns you," he said quietly, and shut the door in her face.
Bellatrix grimaced. She stood for a long moment, staring at the door, before she turned abruptly and strode away.
(July 24, 2009 - 1:45 pm)
//Scorpius//
Scorpius, at his father's command, was in Bellatrix's library. "Go do something," Draco had said. "Go to your great aunt's library. Teach yourself something. Anything to keep out of the way."
Draco, of course, had underestimated just what Scorpius might learn in this particular library. So far Scorpius had been fairly successful in avoiding the books that burned one's eyes out or attacked the reader. But there had been a few narrow misses.
Scorpius gave up when he reached the books written in Latin. He was about to sigh and return to his bedroom to do something slightly safer when he glimpsed a wall of Muggle newspapers and Daily Prophets, all pinned up on the wall. There were even a few Quibbler excerpts. They were all, he realized as he scanned the ensemble, relating to either the escapades of Bellatrix Lestrange, the Death Eaters, or Lord Voldemort. Headlines jumped out at him- "Two Dead, Three Critically Injured." "Saint Mungo's Facing Overcrowding Issue." "Underground Gas Explosions?" "The Dark Lord Returns to Power!" "Strange Malaise Overtaking London."
There was one clipping that had had papers shoved over it. Removing the documents, Scorpius saw that it was crumpled and torn in places, as though Bellatrix had come very close to ripping it up and throwing it away. Skimming the article, he realized it was the one detailing the "deaths" of Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters. And, more significantly, the Dark Lord.
(July 24, 2009 - 4:22 pm)
//Belinda//
Belinda glanced into the library, half searching for Bellatrix and half trying to convince herself that she wasn't. Instead she found Scorpius, frowning at an old, crumpled and slightly torn article from the Daily Prophet.
"You found that too, then?" Belinda asked, reading it over his shoulder. Scorpius whipped around with a startled cry.
"Oh..." he said, looking relieved. "I thought you were Bellatrix."
"She's not half bad, you know," Belinda replied, offhand, "So long as you're not Wolfbar that is."
"Yeah. Except for the torturing and killing hundreds of people without a second thought..." Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "And being obsessed with the Dark Lord."
"The key is to get on her good side," Belinda said with a grin.
"She has one of those?"
"Isn't she your great aunt?"
"Dad tells horror stories about her," Scorpius said dryly. "She hates him."
"Nah."
"She does!"
"Doesn't!"
They glowered at each other for a moment. Then the door opened once more and both of them jumped.
"It's only me," Bellatrix said dryly, noting their reaction. "A mite jumpy, aren't we? One would think I'm Death itself."
"You might as well be," muttered Scorpius. Bellatrix let out a snort of laughter.
"So you found my collection?" she asked, gesturing towards the wall of clippings. She scowled briefly at the article in Scorpius' hand.
(July 25, 2009 - 11:23 am)
((I have two minutes. *frowns* So this'll end suddenly.))
//Scorpius//
"Why yes." He swallowed. "I did."
"And did you find it... entertaining?"
"Is this... a trick question or something?"
(July 26, 2009 - 7:57 pm)
//Bellatrix//
The Death Eater blinked. "Trick question?"
"Is there a catch? I mean, if I answer a certain way do I get my head blown off?"
Bellatrix stared at him. "Why would I blow your head off?"
"Because you're insane?" Scorpius asked carefully.
His great aunt sighed. "This is why I don't generally try to make polite conversation." She delicately plucked the article from Scorpius' fingers and glared at it. The wrinkled paper quivered a bit.
"Er," Scorpius said. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow at him. "Er, if you don't like the article... Why don't you just... throw it away?"
Bellatrix sighed dismally. "Because every time I try it jumps right back onto the wall. It's an enchantment, you see." She ripped the article down the middle and tossed it in the direction of the fire. In midair the pieces reattached themselves and zoomed back towards the wall. "Cursed husband of mine thought it'd be funny, I suppose, a wall that collected newspaper clippings on its own." She let out another sigh.
"Um," said Scorpius. "But... I thought you said it was your collection?"
"Well, obviously, otherwise I would've blasted it to bits long ago. Rodolphus liked to meddle." She scowled at the abused article, which seemed to curl in on itself slightly. "Git that he was."
The Death Eater turned abruptly on her heel and swept away.
(July 27, 2009 - 11:56 pm)