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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)
((Remind me how Bellatrix and Rabastan are related? I mean, I know they're in-laws, but I couldn't find who married whom or whatever in the books.))
(August 11, 2009 - 5:52 pm)
((Bellatrix married Rodolphus, who was Rabastan's (presumably elder) brother.))
(August 12, 2009 - 11:37 am)
((writer's block, so be warned...))
//Pansy//
Mrs. Malfoy had developed a bit of a cleaning disorder. There wasn't much else to do with the time, and she'd always had a passion for it. Right now she was obsessively dusting the windowsills in the room that she and Draco shared.
"Mum?"
Pansy looked up. Scorpius was standing at the door. "Yes, darling?"
"Where were Dad and the others?"
Pansy sighed and traced something in the dust with her finger. "If I knew, dear, I'd tell you."
//Albus//
It was Saturday. Albus had finished all his homework, read the entire volume on the history of Dark wizards, and had little interest in the impending Quidditch match. But he thought it might be a good time to peruse the restricted section. Vikki wouldn't be there, anyhow; she had a bit of a thing for the seventh-year Ravenclaw Seeker and would undoubtedly be going to watch him play.
Once there, he scanned the shelves, as he always did, and saw a curious little book that he'd never noticed before. It was covered in black leather, and embellished on the front was the title Of Horcruxes and Other Dark Magicks.
Feeling a thrill race up his spine, he sat down in an armchair and began reading.
(August 11, 2009 - 6:22 pm)
((Ugh, me too...))
//Belinda//
For the first time in months, Belinda found herself wandering the halls of Lestrange manor with absolutely nothing to do.
She passed the kitchen and heard Bellatrix speaking to a voice she didn't recognize, and went in curiously.
Bellatrix glanced up as Belinda entered, as did the dirty-looking man at the table. He shot a questioning look at Bellatrix who smirked. "Rab, this is Belinda-" she waved a hand lazily in the girl's direction- "Belinda, this is Rabastan."
"Oh," Belinda supposed she could see the resemblance to the rare pictures she'd seen of the Death Eater. If she squinted. "It's, um, nice to meet you." 'Nice' probably wasn't the right word, of course, but, well...
Rabastan just grinned wolfishly. "A pleasure."
"Weren't you in Azkaban?" Belinda asked, crossing the room in search of food.
"Er, yes," he replied, "Until...?"
"Yesterday afternoon," Bellatrix finished, sounding bored.
So that's where they'd vanished too. Oliver had been convinced they were in London, killing everyone in sight.
Bellatrix, hearing this, snorted with amusement. "So he still doesn't much of an opinion of me, eh? Tell him I'm not one for mass murder-"
"-She prefers to play with her food one morsel at a time," Rabastan cut in.
Judging by the mild cry of pain which followed his statement, Bellatrix had hit him.
"I've noticed," Belinda muttered dryly. She grinned over her shoulder at the two Death Eaters. Bellatrix glared back for a second or two, then grinned as well.
"Perhaps, sweet," she said innocently. "Perhaps not."
(August 12, 2009 - 12:23 pm)
//Wolfbar//
Wolfbar and Oliver were playing chess again. ((but only because I'm having minor dofficulties thinking of anthing else for him to do... scowl.)) Having finally figured out how to stop, or at least delay, the four-move checkmate, the games were lasting considerably longer.
"Where were you yesterday?" Oliver asked as casually as possible, killing Wolfbar's last bishop.
"Well, for that, I really shouldn't tell you," Wolfbar grumbled under his breath, "but we were at Azkaban... breaking two blokes out. One was dead, of course, but still..."
Oliver blinked, obviously surprised by something, though whether the sheer brashness of the expedition or the fact that Bellatrix hadn't been running amok in London committing genocide Wolfbar wasn't entirely certain. "Azkaban? But how... I mean, did it work?"
Wolfbar shrugged. "Malfoy and I nearly died, I'm guessing Bellatrix got a nasty shock or two, we almost definitely alerted the Ministry to the existence of our little... organization... and for all our trouble we gained some bearded relative of Bellatrix's, who may or may not still be comatose." A pause. "So yeah, I guess it worked."
(August 12, 2009 - 3:23 pm)
((haha))
//Voldy//
It had taken very delicate planning to cover it up. Or at least, divert attention away from the Death Eaters and pin it purely on Bellatrix. There were still some flaws in the cover-up, but, generally, he thought it should work.
At least, for now. It didn't have to last long. Just another week or so.
The Dark Lord smirked. While it was... disappointing... that Avery had let himself die... Lestrange was in much better condition than he had been hoping. Starving and suffering from a nasty case of pneumonia, yes, but he had recovered rapidly from the illness once he'd been force-fed the cure and Bellatrix had food, no matter how bare the cupboards looked.
And as an added bonus, Bellatrix had suddenly regained the ability to cast Patrounuses. Why, they hadn't the slightest clue- the Dark Lord highly doubted that she regretted her crimes at all, let alone enough to repair her soul- but the information was useful nonetheless.
The Dark Lord sighed and ghosted upstairs to see if the new arrival was awake yet.
(August 12, 2009 - 3:56 pm)
//Wolfbar//
They started a new game, and Oliver, being white, moved first. "So why didn't she bring her little apprentice? Belinda?"
"There could be numerous reasons. Didn't want her getting hurt, maybe?" He moved the pawn in front of his king.
"Haha. I don't think that was it."
"Well, I really dunno, don't ask me to try and figure out what makes Bellatrix tick... that might not be so good for my head..." Wolfbar didn't really want to get too deep into the matter with Oliver. He decided to change the subject to something less precarious- whether or not Oliver thought that the Dark Lord would try to take the Ministry, for instance, or what actions Hogwarts might take.
Wolfbar realized he was getting a very bad idea of the words "less precarious."
//Albus//
Albus had plowed through the book on Horcruxes, but it hadn't answered all his questions. His father had mentioned the objects in passing, but Ginny had always shushed him- Albus' mother didn't like an awful lot of discussion about such things around her children. Mere months ago he might have agreed. Now he found himself smirking slightly.
(August 12, 2009 - 4:34 pm)
((Writer's block. Still. Blech.))
//Bellatrix//
Rabastan and his sister-in-law were in the process of swapping theories as to the Patronus problem when the Dark Lord swept into the room.
"My lord," Bellatrix said quietly. Rabastan hastily swallowed a mouthful and copied her.
"You're awake," the Dark Lord replied. "Good."
Rabastan inclined his head in his master's direction, but was too busy trying to fill the void in his stomach to make any other reply.
"Does the Ministry know yet, my lord?" Bellatrix asked.
The Dark Lord sighed. "In all likelihood, but they would seem to be keeping it quiet. It wasn't in the paper this morning, at least."
"Potter's probably too embarrassed to admit they lost a high-security prisoner," Rabastan pointed out. "Again."
Bellatrix smirked.
"Wouldn't doubt it," muttered the Dark Lord. Then, after a moment, "You'll need a wand, of course."
"Yes, my lord," came the response.
"There's a couple of spares in the attic," Bellatrix said airily. "And if none of them work we could break into Mr. Ollivander's."
"See that you do," her master replied. "Soon."
He swept out of the kitchen without another glance in her direction.
(August 12, 2009 - 4:58 pm)
((It's approaching 4:00 am, so we're even, I suppose... not that I'm tired exactly, just probably not at my most... intelligent.
Is Ollivander still alive? I thought he died, or would've of old age...))
//Wolfbar//
Coincidentally, while Bellatrix and Rabsatan were discussing Patronus theories, Wolfbar was trying to answer questions ((*coughplotholescough*)) of his own, in the library.
It was something he hadn't thought about in weeks, but having tired of the creaming at chess he'd decided to try his lot at shedding some light on why he hadn't gone mad when he'd touched the box, such a long time ago at the Garden ((run-on sentence...)). It didn't really matter to him, probably didn't make in difference in the long run, but he was mildly curious. He'd run his speculations past Oliver, but wasn't buying the younger boy's idea that he'd been too insane to begin with for it to make any difference.
There were many things Wolfbar could and possibly had said about Bellatrix, but one of her (few, in Wolfbar's mind) redeeming was her orgainzational skills. The dilapidated house and bare cupboards may not have reflected it, but perfectionalism was clear in the library.
Thus, then, it was simple enough to check and cross-check words like curses, defenses, countercurses, Y'Galle... any randomly related word that Wolfbar could think of ((dangling preposition...)). His subject choice was slightly obscure, though, so it took him some time before he had accumulated a big enough pile to peruse.
Not that Wolfbar minded, of course. He had nothing but time on his hands.
(August 13, 2009 - 3:04 am)
((He might have a descendant who's continuing the family tradition or something... *shrug*
Also, your writing skills at four in the morning... um... *grin* yeah. Go to bed.))
//Bellatrix//
Leaving Rabastan still firmly ensconced in the kitchen, Bellatrix silently made her way to the library, hoping to find some hint as to the Patronus.
Instead she found Wolfbar, much to her displeasure. Judging from the stack of books he was surrounded by he was looking into the Garden- though why now, half a year later- and he was so engrossed that he didn't appear to notice her entry.
"Put those all back exactly where you found them, when you're done," Bellatrix said, aiming a kick at his side.
Wolfbar jumped and lost his place in the book he'd been reading. "Where...? Oh. Right."
Bellatrix snorted in disgust and turned to leave. She'd do her research later.
She turned towards one of the many staircases and went to get the spare wands from their hiding place.
(August 13, 2009 - 11:57 am)
((Ah... was it that bad? *reads over* Oh, yes... yes, I definitely see what you mean...))
//Draco//
Hungry now, Draco went downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Rabastan sitting at the table. Draco took the chair beside him.
"So," he said cheerfully, folding his hands on the table. "You're the chap we broke out."
Rabastan nodded a bit listlessly, staring at Draco.
"Well." Draco make a sort of twitching motion with his wrist, apparently reconsidering the prospect of a handshake. "Hello then. I'm Draco Malfoy." He paused, then added emphathetically, "Lucius' son." And for good measure, "You know."
Rabastan looked up, smirking slightly. "You don't have to treat me like an invalid, boy, I'm as sane as-" He paused, trying to think of a god comparison, "well, I'm saner than at least half the people here."
"Oh," Draco said quietly, "well... that's reassuring."
(August 13, 2009 - 2:40 pm)
//Rabastan//
"Well..." Rabastan qualified after a brief pause, "At the very least, I'm saner than Bellatrix. Madness, rather fortunately, was not rampant in my family. Just, you know, sort of an annoyance on the side." He grinned.
"Oh..."
Rabastan extended a hand. "It is, however, nice to meet you... properly... When, you know, I'm not dying of pneumonia or whatever."
"Right." Draco shook his hand, looking a little nonplussed.
"You mind telling me how this all came about? The Dark Lord's return, the breakout... Bellatrix was a little vague on the details."
"Right," Draco repeated, shifting a little. "Apparently there was another, um, Horcrux, so the Dark Lord didn't die at the Battle of Hogwarts, and Bellatrix, uh, spent the next nineteen years searching for him. And then she found him- with Wolfbar's help, I think- and she brought him back- and meanwhile we've been attracting Hogwarts students like flies to honey."
"Oh?" Rabastan's eyebrows rocketed upwards.
"Mm. Dunno why, but there's Belinda and Oliver- fifth years, Belinda's become Bellatrix's, uh, protégé, I suppose, for lack of a better term, and Oliver'd be glad to see us all thrown in Azkaban or killed... And there's my son, who came looking for me... And two girls- first years- who wandered onto the property and... well... Bellatrix has been, um-"
"-doing what Bellatrix does," Rabastan finished dryly. "I'd imagine." He sighed. "And the Ministry...?"
"If they know he's back they haven't said anything."
Rabastan nodded slowly. "Any idea what he's planning?"
Draco shrugged. "Not a clue. He has been a bit... odd... though, he's more... abrupt, I suppose. Sort of... I dunno..." Another shrug. "Distracted, almost."
The door swung abruptly open and Bellatrix strolled in, a crate levitating in front of her.
"The wands?" Rabastan guessed.
"Mm-hm." She up-ended the crate over the table and twelve long, thin boxes clattered onto the wood.
Rabastan grinned wickedly and steepled his fingers together. "Won't this be fun?"
He chose a box at random and, after glancing cursorily at the label, opened it and flicked the wand in the direction of the cabinets. A couple of them swung open, and an apple rolled out. Rabastan clicked his tongue softly and muttered, "No..."
He repeated this procedure about eight more times; when he flicked the tenth wand at the cabinets, however, they swung open to reveal a veritable feast which definitely hadn't been there before. The Death Eater grinned.
Draco gaped at the now-full cupboards, then turned to Rabastan. "How did you...?"
Bellatrix answered for him, levitating the rest of the wands back into the crate as she did so. "It's a spell."
"Well, obviously," muttered Draco as his aunt swept out of the room. He turned to look questioningly at Rabastan, who was sorting through the newly conjured food.
"My, uh, great-great grandfather hexed the kitchen to provide abundant food only when directed to do so by a Lestrange... Handy little spell, really, though it's not commonly used nowadays because people move around so much more... And it's rather permanent."
"And she didn't tell us?" Draco began, furiously. "All this time we've been living off of- of- apples and moldy bread and eggs, and she could've just waved her wand and- and-?"
Rabastan shrugged. "Bellatrix for you, I suppose. Though it's entirely possible she forgot to tell you. Um, I don't know if you've noticed but she prefers to subsist on apples and moldy bread."
"I've noticed," Draco muttered darkly. Then, "D'you mind if I-?"
"Oh, no not at all," Rabastan waved a gleaming fork lazily in the air. "That's what it's for."
(August 13, 2009 - 4:38 pm)
((I still have writer's block for Wolfbar, so I'm not doing his POV, but consider him out of the library if Bellatrix needs to use it.))
//Scorpius//
Bellatrix hadn't been doing much torturing of Scorpius' ex-classmates for the past few days; indeed, she seemed to have forgotten almost that they were there with the arrival of Rabastan and all. It reminded Scorpius eerily of a child a few days after Christmas or a birthday, having tired of- or broken- her newest toys.
He wasn't sure that they'd been getting anything to eat, but had assumed that this had been because of the low food supply. Not that Bellatrix would have been too liberal with feeding them anyway, but surely she'd at least want them alive. Scorpius, of course, didn't know Bellatrix very well.
So Scorpius was surprised when he tailed his father to the kitchen and found him and the Death Eater Rabastan sitting happily around the table, enjoying the kind of meal that Scorpius hadn't seen since he'd left Hogwarts. His eyes widened.
Draco and Rabastan looked up. "I didn't know wizards could do that," Scorpius breathed in awe.
Rabastan shrugged. "It's a spell," he said.
//Albus//
Christmas decor was springing up around the castle almost overnight. It was still almost a month 'til the holiday itself, and far from being speechless with wonder at the beauty of it all, like some of his fellow first years, Albus found himself thinking what an obscene waste of money it all was.
Ginny, obviously feeling guilty about James and Albus having to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays, had been sending packages weekly, all labeled Not to be opened until Christmas! with little hearts dotting the "i"s. Albus found this embarrassing to no end.
(August 14, 2009 - 10:24 am)
((Sorry; camp. I'll probably go back to have someone there.))
(August 13, 2009 - 5:33 pm)
//Felicitas//
LeeAnn and Felicitas crouched in their cells, surrounded by the unending darkness. Neither of them spoke, as if worried that a single sound would summon Bellatrix for another round of torture.
The Death Eater hadn't made an appearance in some time. It had been even longer since anyone come by with food; Felicitas, unused to such extended periods of starvation, felt dizzy and light-headed. The fact that she had found what appeared to be a skeleton of some sort in the corner of her cell didn't help much.
"She's going to let us starve," LeeAnn whispered suddenly. "She's not even going to bother keeping us alive now that she's..."
//Bellatrix//
Frost was crusted thick on the ground, and, very much to Bellatrix's annoyance, it crunched horribly underfoot. Scowling, she continued down the street until she came to a small, cheerily decorated cottage.
Bellatrix's scowl deepened. She didn't much care about Christmas either way, but she hated it when people felt the need to decorate all of a month and a half early. And tiny, coloured lights made inconspicuous movement almost impossible.
Ah, well. Life goes on. She marched up to the front door and, for a change, knocked.
Antonin Dolohov opened the door. His eyes widened with fear as he saw her. "Bellatrix," he whispered.
Bellatrix smiled almost pleasantly. "Cheers, Dolohov." She shook her head slowly. "Past twenty years I hear you've got the Ministry on your side, must be nice not having to run, eh? Still..." She slammed a shoulder against the door as Dolohov attempted to shut it, and forced her way into the house. "You don't call, you don't write... You claim to be 'reformed' so the Ministry will send you off to some filthy- Muggle- district-" she punctuated each word with a curse. "Crucio!"
Dolohov screamed.
"Please..." he gasped as she lifted the curse a moment later.
Bellatrix snorted. "-where you can hide from me. What, just because you used to be a Death Eater you think you're safe? Employment for life, Dolohov." Her wand came up and the other Death Eater whimpered. "You knew that," she snarled. "You were one of the first. Crucio!"
~
Two hours later she stepped back out into the cold air and Apperated back to Lestrange manor.
(August 14, 2009 - 11:26 am)