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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)
//Draco//
"So she found him," said Rabastan through a mouthful of food. "How did that go?"
Draco scowled. He didn't want his son hearing this sort of thing. Luckily, he wasn't sure on the finer details himself. "Well, see, there was this garden. And that was where the Dark Lord was, in a, like, a box. With protective enchantments and stuff. So they got the box, and..." he trailed off. "And that was what happened."
"Ah," said Rabastan, his forehead knitting together. "I see. Well. That clears it all up, then."
"Yes..." Draco cleared his throat. "Yes, Bellatrix has been quite busy for the past nineteen years."
//Albus//
Albus was mulling things over. He hadn't really sat back and thought for awhile, too busy devouring the restricted section of the library. (He silently thanked Vikki for her less-than-diligent bookkeeping.) But now he was thinking, mentally going over his options.
At the risk of sounding like an idiot, Albus acknowledged that things had changed in him. Everything he'd read about, everything his father was against- it all seemed more and more appealing by the day, like the life of adventure that he'd always wanted but never had. It seemed as though his father had had all the luck in that regard, and made things pleasant and quiet for a good two decades.
But times were changing, Albus was changing, and he didn't want to be stuck at Hogwarts learning how to change a goblet into a rat. (Or vice versa, whatever they taught in Transfiguration- Albus admitted he hadn't been there in awhile.) Ill-prepared though he may be, Albus wanted to get as far away from the school as possible. But he didn't want to just... vanish... like all the other runaway students had of late. Oh no. Albus would have to think of something a tad more dramatic.
(August 14, 2009 - 4:35 pm)
//Voldy//
Bellatrix glided into the room and sank to her knees to kiss the Dark Lord's robes.
"Dolohov has been taken care of, then?" he murmured. Bellatrix nodded, unable to contain a smile.
"Three more to go," she said rather pointedly.
A flicker of amusement crossed the Dark Lord's face as he sat slowly in an armchair. "Patience, Bella. These matters must be handled with care."
The Death Eater sighed and leaned against the side of the armchair. "I hate waiting."
"I know," her master replied coolly. Absently he twisted a strand of her hair between his fingers and frowned. "But surely you haven't killed those two students yet?"
"Well, no, but they're no fun when they're broken."
"Suppose not," the Dark Lord agreed. "But you'll just have to be patient, I'm afraid."
Bellatrix sighed once more, but made no argument.
//Oliver//
The manor was unusually quiet, and Oliver decided to try his luck sneaking food into the dungeon. He found the door unlocked and the two girls slumped over listlessly in their cells. They flinched when he came in and blinked in the light of his wand, but when he silently handed them what food he'd managed to steal they devoured it with almost inhuman speed.
Poor things. He was just as much a prisoner as they were, but at least he wasn't just a... toy... for Bellatrix to play with until she got bored.
(August 14, 2009 - 6:10 pm)
((Excuse me? He twisted a strand of her hair between his fingers? *blinks* I really didn't realize just how obsessed you are with that pairing...))
//Albus//
Staring at the fire in the common room- the Hufflepuff common room- Albus got a sudden devious look on his face as one of the stories he'd grown up hearing came back to him. Now, that wouldn't be a bad way to leave...
//Draco//
Rabastan kept up painfully insistent questioning, much to Draco's vexation. It wasn't just the annoyance- he was trying to eat, and he hardly knew Rabastan- but rather that he was asking some questions that Draco wasn't entirely sure of the answers to.
"What about recruitment? I'm the only one?"
Draco sighed. This was the third variant of the same question. "There's me. Wolfbar and Belinda, for what they're worth. Bellatrix. You. And the Dark Lord was up north a few days ago. Testing the water, seeing if there's anyone willing to join up... or worth having, more important..."
"How'd you find me, anyhow, know where I was and all?" Rabastan seemed unfettered by the forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.
"Dear Aunt Bellatrix has ways of getting what she wants, as you know." Draco pushed back his chair, stood. "Well, lovely talking to you."
Up in his room, the stolen paperwork was still on the desk. The page dictating Dolohov's status was torn neatly in two.
(August 14, 2009 - 7:22 pm)
((Um... *slowly turns red* Yes. Obsessed is a good word. But- in my defense- haven't you ever caught yourself doing that? Playing with a loose thread/string/whatever or petting a dog without realizing it...? ...?
...
I'll shut up now.))
//Rabastan//
The door swung shut with a loud bang. Rabastan raised an eyebrow, swallowed a mouthful of vegetables, and smirked. He turned to Scorpius with a quick grin. "Your father seems a bit on edge, if you don't mind me saying so. Potatoes?"
"Oh, please," Scorpius said, accepting a plate from the Death Eater. "And... well... He's worried. About mum 'n' I." A defensive note crept into his voice.
Rabastan shrugged. "I suppose. I wouldn't know... Never had a family of my own. Well, unless you count Bellatrix." He chuckled darkly.
"I wouldn't," Scorpius muttered before he could stop himself.
The Death Eater just laughed. "I'm not sure I would either. She's very, um, overwhelming isn't she?"
"Scary, more like," Scorpius said, smiling a little in spite of himself. "Or terrifying..."
Rabastan nodded emphatically, unable to speak around a large chunk of pork. He swallowed hastily and added, "She's insane. It's in her job description, I think."
"Job description?"
"Oh, you know," Rabastan waved a fork airily. "Run around England, mutilate, maim, destroy... She's the Dark Lord's pet assassin, really. And believe you me, you'd have to be insane to enjoy a job like that."
Scoripus shuddered. Rabastan, noticing this, hastily changed the subject.
//Bellatrix//
After reluctantly leaving the Dark Lord to his own devices, Bellatrix found herself in the library, reading through a book on Dementors, Lethifolds, and, most importantly, Patronuses.
It was an achingly boring read; the author had explored numerous rabbit trails and had apparently felt that the only way to get his point across was to ramble for page after page and repeat himself continuously.
At the end of it all Bellatrix had learned absolutely nothing helpful. Quite the contrary, in fact, since the book stated very clearly that anyone who had murdered without regret- thus tearing their soul- would be unable to summon a Patronus.
Which she very clearly had done in Azkaban.
Bellatrix let out a snarl of frustration and threw the book at the nearest wall; since this was a relatively frequent happening, she had long ago hexed the walls to slow the descent of flying tomes and the book settled onto the floor with a quiet thump.
She sighed and went in search of a more helpful book.
(August 15, 2009 - 12:05 am)
Right. Strings. Dogs... Bellatrix Lestrange's hair... ;) ))
//Scorpius//
After Scorpius and Rabastan had had a lengthy discussion about Quidditch, Scorpius filling Rabastan in on developments during his years of imprisonment, Scorpius stood up, grinning.
"The food was quite good," he said, and then blurted, "You're much nicer than Bellatrix, I'd never guess you're related."
There was a long second's silence, and Scorpius gulped, hoping he hadn't spoken too boldly. He had no doubt that Rabastan had other formidable magical abilities than the gastronomical ones. Then Rabastan laughed loudly. "Thank you," he chuckled. "Thank you. I guess I'll take that as a compliment."
//Albus//
Albus had stopped going to classes altogether at this point, but that didn't mean he'd stopped learning. The material in the restricted section, the spells he was practicing... well, it wasn't exactly the curriculum his parents had sent him to Hogwarts for, but certainly it was more practical. And a whole lot more fun.
He wasn't quite sure where he planned on going when he finally shook the dust of the castle off his feet, but that was unimportant as yet. It was the principle of the thing that mattered, Albus concluded.
(August 15, 2009 - 1:43 pm)
//Bellatrix//
The next book was equally unhelpful, as was the one after that. Bellatrix had very nearly decided to give it up as a bad job when the library door opened and Rabastan strolled in, considerably cleaner than when she had left him.
"You know," he said conversationally, "you've got the Malfoys dead scared of you?"
"I know," she replied, flipping open another book and skimming through the first chapter. "So?"
Rabastan shrugged. "Just wondered how you managed it."
She grinned up at him. "Can you guess?"
Her brother-in-law considered. "I suppose I could manage a hypothesis or two, when you put it like that."
"May I ask why you bring it up?"
"Well I was speaking to the boy... Scoripus, isn't it? ...and he said- I quote- 'You're much nicer than Bellatrix, I'd never guess you're related.'"
"Did he?" Bellatrix smirked. "How very rude of him."
"For what it's worth I took it as a complim-" Rabastan broke off as Bellatrix swung the book at his head.
((Sorry it's so short...))
(August 16, 2009 - 10:05 am)
//Draco//
"That's it, really." Draco shrugged. That wasn't it, of course. He'd edited the story of the trip to Azkaban a bit to tell it to his wife- left out some of the more grotesque details, such as Avery, and Bellatrix's Patronus, of course- but she needn't know that.
Pansy looked doubtful, but didn't press it. "And that's where this... unkempt... person sitting in the kitchen conversing with my son came from, have I got that?"
"Mm." Draco nodded. "He's actually rather nice, though, once you get past the fact that he spent decades in Azkaban... and is related to Bellatrix... and all that..." He coughed. "Well, he has good tastes in food anyway."
"I see." Pansy sighed. "Draco, your father hung out with the creepiest people..."
//Albus//
Albus was feeling a bit nervous. For all the wrong reasons, of course- he didn't give a whit over skipping classes or offending his parents and teachers- but nervous nonetheless.
For the past few weeks he'd been practicing spells. Not very nice spells, when he looked at the matter quite honestly, and he'd been messing a lot of them up, but eventually he'd gotten the gist of quite a few unpleasant curses and the like.
What he hadn't practiced were the Unforgivable Curses. He knew that it was very, very foolish to even try, but he was feeling more than slightly addicted to the sense of exhilaration he got from doing things he knew very well he shouldn't be. Trembling a bit as he sat on the floor of his dormitory, wand out and pointed at a small spider in the corner, he decided he'd start by trying out the Cruciatas.
(August 16, 2009 - 12:54 pm)
/Lillian
Lillian knew that when she opened her eyes, she would be at home in bed. Magic, hah. Some people's dream. It had become her nightmare.
Torturing each other, reading books on evil magic, and so on seemed to be keeping most of the people in the manor quite busy, so it seemed easy enough. Lillian was going to run away. Again. And she had no idea to where.
But she knew she had to go.
One night when the people in the manor seemed relatively occupied with whatever they were doing - probably thinking of more oppurtunities for torture, Lillian started to leave. She'd decided to go to Hogwarts, from where she would get in touch with her parents, come home, and forget all about her nightmare. Because that was all it had been... a bad dream.
At least, Lillian hoped so.
(August 16, 2009 - 5:17 pm)
((Wait, where's Lillian at?))
//Bellatrix//
A thorough search of the library yielded absolutely nothing helpful on the topic of Patronuses. Bellatrix closed the last book and leaned back in her chair, eyes closed.
"Nothing?" came the familiar voice. Bellatrix jumped and twisted around to see the Dark Lord materialize out of the shadows.
"Nothing helpful, anyway, my lord," she replied with a brief sigh. "Only the same thing the Defense teachers have been telling students since the class was invented... 'Patronuses can only be conjured by those with unbroken souls' and all variations of it."
His lips twitched slightly. "Well, either they're wrong or the entire breakout was just a deranged delusion of yours."
Bellatrix smirked. "Which, of course, explains why Rabastan has interacted with other people besides me... Including you, my lord."
The Dark Lord just shrugged. "For all you know, this entire year is nothing but a deranged delusion of yours, and none of us exist outside of your head."
"Oh, I hope not," she sighed. "Why do you bring it up?"
Her master shrugged once more. "Just exploring all the options. One can never be to careful..."
"And giving me nightmares about waking up to realize that your return was just a dream is a great way to 'explore all the options', as you put it," Bellatrix muttered darkly.
"But of course," the Dark Lord replied dryly. "Though- if it's any consolation- I rather doubt it."
The Death Eater smiled a little.
(August 17, 2009 - 1:09 pm)
((I thought LeAnn was the captive, with Felicitas, and Lillian was in Hogsmeade?))
//Scorpius//
"Stop moping around, darling." Scorpius' mother ruffled his fair hair as she passed him in the hallway. "Look, it's snowing! Go outside and build a snowman or something!"
"We're in Lestrange manor, with several known killers in the vincinity," said Scorpius dully, "and you want me to go outside and build a snowman. Is that what you're telling me?"
"It's infinitely preferable to discussing Quidditch with one of the aforesaid known killers," snapped Pansy.
"When you put it like that..." Scorpius shrugged. "Fine, if it'll make you happy... but you're the one who gets tortured when my dear old great aunt flies off the handle upon seeing that I've built a snowman in her yard."
//Albus//
Albus watched the small spider's spasms of pain for a full two minutes. Then, as the helpless creature finally collapsed onto the dormitory floor, unmoving, Albus felt a horrible, deranged grin creep onto his features.
(August 17, 2009 - 6:55 pm)
((I thought someone said there were three, and I thought I was the third. Sorry for the confusion.))
(August 18, 2009 - 8:06 am)
((Absolutely fine, Lena. We could either disregard your post, or simply pretend that she was there all along... TNO (umlaut) would possibly suggest that we cover up this plot hole the way we do all others- MAGIC... ;) What say everyone else?))
(August 18, 2009 - 6:45 pm)
((MAGIC!
Seriously, that joke will never get old.
I say we pretend she was there all along.))
(August 19, 2009 - 11:25 am)
((All right then, let's do that; it seems to be consensus. Carry on.))
(August 19, 2009 - 1:33 pm)
((Also, the snowman thing made me laugh hysterically for a good five minutes.))
//Scorpius//
Rather than build a snowman Scorpius found himself absentmindedly packing small snowballs and piling against the wall of the manor. While he stacked he reminisced about the snowball fights he had occasionally convinced his father to participate in. The house elves would have hot tea waiting when father and son grew to cold to continue pelting each other with frozen balls.
Back before the Dark Lord had returned and this whole mess had started. Scorpius scowled and threw a snowball with all his strength, his eyes shut tight to keep in sudden tears.
((Ugh, block.))
(August 19, 2009 - 2:41 pm)