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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)
((Re: snowman: So glad. :)
Re: block: Yes. Of late this has been happening a lot... I blame the weather. So much sun makes me feel very uncreative. This'll be silghtly cliche.))
//Scorpius//
"Oi!" came a shout. "Careful there!"
Scorpius opened his eyes carefully. It hadn't sounded like a murderous Dark wizard... "Oh. Hi Dad..."
"I find snowballs to be a good outlet of emotion..." said Draco thoughtfully, "and God knows we've all got emotions to spare here. That hurt by the way," he added, and with that he spent a hard-packed snowball whistling through the air towards Scorpius. It would have been somewhat painful if Scorpius hadn't been grinning so hard.
(August 19, 2009 - 3:32 pm)
//Rabastan//
Several shouts from outside interrupted Rabastan's search for clean robes. He closed the trunk he'd been digging through and crossed to the window to see Draco and his son pelting each other with snowballs.
The Death Eater smiled a little and went back to the trunk.
//Bellatrix//
After another hour or so of fruitless searching in the library interspersed with worry about the possibility that this entire organization was nothing but a delusion, Bellatrix gave up trying to answer her questions and Apperated down to the basement. She wanted to torture someone, and the three girls would have to do.
She was very much surprised to see Oliver crouched next to one of the cells, apparently having fed the captives and now discussing ways of trying to leave Lestrange manor.
It was several hours before the screaming stopped.
(August 19, 2009 - 4:52 pm)
((Yes; magic. I like that. :) And your snowman thing is wonderful.))
Lillian was surprised she gotten so far already. No one seemed to have noticed she was gone. Which was good, because when she'd left, Bellatrix had been on the warpath.
Now the only question was: where was she going?
Hogsmeade?
Hogwarts?
What were hogs, anyway?
As she turned a corner, she saw something up ahead, something so big she was surprised she hadn't noticed it further away. It was a castle. It looked like Hogwarts.
(August 19, 2009 - 5:26 pm)
((@ Lena: You're back! :D Please don't be scared off again...
@ TNO (umlaut): You have a talent for making screaming slightly amusing.))
//Wolfbar//
Wolfbar had learned that it was best to ignore the hair-rising shrieks that came from the basement on a regular basis. It'd sort of become part of the mental soundtrack he'd grown used to while at Lestrange manor- "Crucio," "Yes, my lord," "Crucio," "Checkmate," "Crucio," "Oh look it's another one of Bellatrix's deranged relatives," and "Crucio" were a few others.
He used the screams to his advantage instead, knowing that Bellatrix was ocupied for as long as they continued. It wasa good time to run down to the kitchen, grab something that wouldn't make the Department of Health curl up into a ball and die, and run back upstairs to his bedroom. On this particular day, he realized with surprise, there were mashed potatoes. He blinked. And turkey that hadn't died two years ago. He hurriedly reheated these and noted that as long as they weren't his, screams were perfecly okay.
//Albus//
Albus wasn't nervous anymore. In fact he was rather enjoying himself. His only regret was that he seemed to have done away with all the spiders that the dorm had to offer.
"Al..." The boy's voice sounded slightly alarmed, "...what're you doing...?"
Albus looked up. "Oh hi, Benji..." He followed the his roommate's gaze. "Oh, that white mouse? He was yours? These cats, honestly..."
(August 19, 2009 - 5:50 pm)
(("Oh look it's another one of Bellatrix's deranged relatives"! Ahaha!))
//Oliver//
Some time after Bellatrix's sudden appearance, Oliver was left lying in the dungeons, blinking dazedly up at the ceiling. It had been his first sampling of the pain the Death Eater could dole out with the Cruciatus, and, unluckily for him, he had managed to make her extremely angry right before she cursed him.
Oliver blinked harder, trying to break out of the loop his thoughts had been running in for the past thirty seconds- "I hate Death Eaters, I hate Death Eaters, I hate Death Eaters, I-"
Eventually he sat up, shook his head slowly back and forth, and climbed unsteadily to his feet.
//Belinda//
As was becoming her habit, Belinda was curled in an armchair in one of the parlours with a large book of Dark magic when Oliver limped rather dramatically into the room. Belinda noted absently that she hadn't even seen her friend in some days.
"You look ill," she observed offhandedly. "You haven't been sleeping, have you? Or eating, from the look of it."
"We have to get out of here," he whispered hoarsely. "Now."
Belinda sighed, marked her place in the book, and balanced it carefully on the arm of her chair. "Number one, Oliver, I don't *want* to leave. I happen to like it here. And even if I *did* want to leave, Bellatrix has made... arrangements to prevent our leaving. Furthermore if one assumes we did manage to leave, the Dark Lord would send either Bellatrix or Rabastan out to bring us back, if we were lucky, or more likely just kill us."
Oliver scowled and sank shakily into a chair of his own.
"May I ask why you've decided that we have to leave?" Belinda asked brightly.
"Oh, I dunno, maybe because your dear childhood hero has been making both our lives miserable since we got here? Maybe because she just finished torturing me and those girls downstairs? Maybe because the Dark Lord'll more than likely just kill us? Or-"
Belinda glowered at him. "I haven't been miserable since I got here. And I didn't ask for you and Drusilla to follow me! You're just being melodramatic!"
"Melodramatic?" cried Oliver, rising to his feet. "Melodramatic?! I've just been tortured for the past- past-"
"Two hours or so," Belinda said calmly. "You know, she wouldn't have tortured you if you hadn't been conspiring with the prisoners."
"Conspiring? Prisoners? They're eleven year old girls-"
"-who were trespassing."
Oliver gaped at his friend, speechless. He suddenly remembered Wolfbar's comment; maybe she was always like that, and you just never noticed it... "What happened to you?" he asked softly.
Belinda just shrugged. "Nothing."
(August 19, 2009 - 11:41 pm)
((Oliver cracks me up. "I hate Death Eaters, I hate Death Eaters, I hate Death Eaters..."
Chloe seems to have left... (which makes me feel slightly guilty)... can I do LeAnn's POV?))
"LeAnn," hissed Felicitas. "LeAnn, are you okay?"
LeAnn sat up, widening her eyes. "Guess."
"Look at the bright side," suggested Felicitas, "we're not hungry anymore."
"No," LeAnn agreed, "we're just cold, imprisoned, aching, lost, half-dead, and emaciated." She shrugged. "But at least we're not hungry. Honestly, Felicitas, how deluded are you? Or is it just the stress of being locked in a Death Eater's dungeon?"
"Well, it hasn't done much for your outlook either."
"Keen, Felicitas."
//Albus//
"What's going on?" Benji asked, looking mildly panicked. "Are you okay, Al?"
Albus' gaze fell to his wand. Just looking at it made him feel incredibly... well, he asn't quite sure, but he definitely liked it.
"Oh yes," he said with another manic grin. "Yes, I've never felt better."
(August 20, 2009 - 9:25 am)
((Cannot wait for Albus to escape the castle...
Also... um... I have a question... would it be ok if, um, if Harry died? It's just... I want him to die. So Yeah. But it's ok if we don't kill him.))
//Harry//
Lately, Harry was worried about everything. About Albus, about whatever Bellatrix was doing; the Azkaban breakout, the Malfoy's mass disappearance, Dolohov's brutal murder (Harry couldn't help but suspect that the Malfoys, like Dolohov, would eventually found in a ditch somewhere in the middle of nowhere).
But Albus was definitely his prime concern. He'd been getting concerned letters from the Hogwarts staff, almost all along the lines of "Albus has been absent from class for the past week" and "Albus appears to be spending all of his time alone, either in the library or in his dormitory."
Much as he hated to admit it, something was definitely wrong with his youngest son.
So, feeling guilty, he got a record of Albus' library checkouts and was shocked to see titles such as "Magick Most Foul", "A History of Dark Wizards through the Ages", "The Dark Arts: an In-Depth Study", and, most worryingly, "Of Horcruxes and Other Dark Magicks".
So much for Horcruxes being a banned subject at Hogwarts, but even so; what on /earth/ was Albus reading about that for?
Come to think of it, Harry wondered, how did he even manage to check these out? Almost every title was in the restricted section.
He decided to have a word with the substitute librarian.
//Voldy//
Belinda had alerted Bellatrix to Oliver's desperation to leave Lestrange manor. Bellatrix, in turn, informed the Dark Lord.
Once again the Dark Lord and his servant found themselves discussing Oliver's fate.
"I don't think we should kill him," the Dark Lord mused, "as he might become useful at a later date. If only as a bargaining chip. D'you think Belinda would object much to, say, locking him in the dungeons?"
"Probably not. She's... changed... since coming here."
"And I wonder who's responsible for that," he said, glancing pointedly at the Death Eater.
Bellatrix merely grinned in response. "I can't change minds. I just pointed her in the right direction. The Dark Arts are a powerful corruptive force, or so I'm told."
"Indeed," the Dark Lord said with another smirk. "So. I'd prefer if he was out of earshot of the other prisoners. Can't have them plotting together."
"I think I can manage that," Bellatrix replied, mentally running through the layout of the bottommost basement.
With a grin the Death Eater bowed and strolled out of the room.
A thin smile flitted over the Dark Lord's face as he watched her go.
(August 20, 2009 - 2:31 pm)
((How about we can kill Harry under the condition that Albus has a hand in his death in some way? ...Please? I think that'd be fair... if completely evil and devious...
Also, your CaC thread got me listening to music, so don't be surprised if LM makes a few cameos in this post...))
//Harry//
"So," Harry said, clearing his throat, "you're filling in, as Madam Pince has had a heart attack?"
He appraised the substitute librarian from across the desk. She had dark blond hair, spiked and with several pink streaks, and more piercings than Harry cared to count. There was a tattoo on her shoulder, and due to her skimpy dressings habits, Harry could tell it was a heart with her name and someone else's written on it. There were little hearts above the "i"s.
"Yeah, pretty much," said Vikki, "it's been, like, awesome to be back at Hogwarts after all this time-" Harry blinked, knowing that she'd just graduated "-and I've been having, like, a really good time." She nodded earnestly for emphasis. "Watching Quidditch matches and going to Hogsmeade and stuff."
"That's sheer abuse of power," said Harry with a hint of incredulity.
"Like, I know, right?" She looked a bit confused at his terminology, but decided it couldn't be too bad. "Anyway, you were here about... Alice?"
"Albus."
"Oh him," she said offhandedly. "Yeah, he's such a sweet child. I mean really," she added.
Harry could tell this was going to be slightly hard. He checked his watch... there was supposed to be a trial in an hour that he had to be at. But no matter how demanding it was going to be, he'd rather be a father to his young son than a faceless someone involved in all the Ministry's affairs, always having to rush to meetings and such. He could survive missing a meeting or two if it meant helping his son. And enduring the new substitute librarian for much longer than any sane person would prefer.
(August 21, 2009 - 10:54 am)
(("So?" "-Ain't that what power's for?" ^_^ "...Or a father to his little girl..." and "Even drew a little heart above the i..." and sweet child...
Drat it all, now you've got me reading it over and over again to find the LM references. Thpbt.
Not that I blame you. I've probably done it left and right too... I know I did with the Sweeney Todd line... And a TotS adaption line... and several Merlin lines... and at least one Firefly line... So Yeah.
Also, re: Albus offing Harry: Yes, please. When? Whenwhenwhenwhen?))
//Oliver//
The cell was damp and frigid. Oliver's breath rose in tiny puffs of vapour, and his hands and feet were perpetually numb.
The worst of it was the darkness, though. This far underground it was unrelenting and broken only by the occasional flash of violet light that signaled a Cruciatus. Usually it was Bellatrix who was illuminated by the curse. Very, very occasionally it was Belinda.
Oliver shivered, coughed, and curled into a ball in the corner of his cell.
//Bellatrix//
Much to Bellatrix's disappointment, Rabastan was sent to deal with the two remaining free Death Eaters, and did so by blowing up a street as the two were meeting furtively to decide where they should run. She supposed it was necessary- the Ministry would guess that something was up if former Death Eaters kept disappearing one by one- but even so it was disappointing.
On the other hand the Dark Lord had managed to recruit a few people, most notably a young secretary in the Department of Magical Law enforcement who was proving a vital source of information on the current doings of the Ministry.
Things were going well, and right in time for the holiday season, too. The atmosphere at Lestrange manor had taken on an unnatural cheer, though the Dark Lord remained as sullen and withdrawn as ever.
Draco, on the other hand, was downright jolly. Bellatrix had even caught him humming.
All very well and good for him, but it made her want to throw things. Preferably large, heavy, breakable things that would make a nice crashing sound as they hit the floor.
Not that Bellatrix minded Christmas. She just didn't see the point in peace and goodwill toward men and the gift-giving was, in her opinion, just another opportunity to be self-righteous.
But everyone else seemed to enjoy it quite a lot, so the Death Eater merely smiled and went along with it. No one ever received presents from her, unless they counted not being tortured and verbally abused for hanging mistletoe in her hallways.
//Harry//
Two hours of trying to convince Vikki that she couldn't let his son check out books from the restricted section- especially not without permission- and Vikki insisting that Albus hadn't been checking out boks from the restricted section had worn Harry's nerves into a frayed wreck. He gave up and went to talk to Albus instead.
(August 21, 2009 - 1:29 pm)
Re: Albus offing Harry: I would say after he escapes the castle, probably? Also... as a bonus... could we drive Ginny slightly insane after Harry's death?...))
//Rabastan//
"It's all due to me," said Rabastan with a shrug and lots of self-assurance. "This great air of fellowship that's suddenly appeared. Before you break me out, you've got a handful of trembling kids ready to mutiny, then I show up and everything's wonderful. Recruitment's up too. It's plain to see."
Bellatrix aimed an only half-joking kick at him. "I see your ego hasn't suffered from nineteen years in Azkaban, you're just as self-centered as I recall. You're not the greatest thing since sliced bread, you know."
Rabastan raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. "Sliced bread? Sliced bread? C'mon, Bellatrix, surely you can think of better things to do with a knife than *slice* *bread*."
"I'm sure I could," said Bellatrix with a lazy smirk, "but I'm guessing you wouldn't want any demonstrations, yes?"
//Albus//
"Well..." Albus picked at a loose thread on the bed's quilt. "What would 'cutting classes' entail exactly?"
Harry explained very patiently about the letters he'd gotten. For the second time. Missed classes, library books, and all.
Albus shrugged. "But what's your point in telling me all of this? What do you want me to say?"
"Well..." Harry paused. "I guess I was sort of hoping you'd deny it, actually... Give me a valid reason to think that my son isn't doing all the things I'm told he is..."
Albus considered this. "You and your precious Ministry, and all of Hogwarts, are extremely delusional." He shrugged again. "Though I s'pose it's really all that can be expected."
(August 21, 2009 - 4:58 pm)
((As a bonus she goes insane?))
(August 22, 2009 - 7:30 am)
LeeAnn slumped in her cell. Her pessimistic side had long since taken over the optimistic one; although it somtimes made a weak attempt at Well at least you're still alive. Suddenly, she stood. Think cleary, she told herself, think-. She had just noticed a small object in the corner of the cell and it occured to her that other people had been there before. When she looked closer she grinned. Silently, she picked up the wand.
(August 21, 2009 - 4:58 pm)
((The admin keep deleting the first part of my post. I don't know why. It's not the writing... but anyhow, that's why there're no double parentheses before "Re:" etc.))
Mary, we'd rather not have some of those topics mentioned—mabye too strong for younger readers. I hope you understand.
Admin
(August 21, 2009 - 7:37 pm)
((Albus is turning out to be quite the snarky little brat, isn't he? How soon is he going to escape the castle? And how? And where'll he go? *is very excited*
Also, Insane!Ginny would be AWESOME.))
//Bellatrix//
"Probably not," Rabastan said with a grin. "But c'mon! You know I'm right!"
"Keep that up and you will get a demonstration," Bellatrix replied sweetly. Though he probably was right, not that she'd ever admit it. He and his conversational skills.
Her brother-in-law's grin widened. "Aw, Bella, you wouldn't. Familial loyalties aside-" Bellatrix let out a snort of laughter and he plowed on bravely- "I'm too valuable to the Dark Lord."
Bellatrix laughed again. "Who said anything about killing you, Rab? And don't call me Bella."
"The Dark Lord calls you Bella," Rabastan pointed out reasonably.
She merely shrugged. "Yes, well, he's the Dark Lord."
"You call me Rab."
"Because Rabastan is a horrible mouthful," Bellatrix replied in a pleasant tone.
"And Bellatrix, you know, is a bit of a mouthful too."
"But I like it, and I'm not nearly as fond of Bella, so we've hit precisely the same dead end that we always hit whenever we have this conversation..." Bellatrix spread her hands in mock sorrow.
"A downright shame," Rabastan sighed. "And an awful waste of breath."
Bellatrix hit him- lightly- upside the head. "Hardly. It's one more syllable."
"Every little bit counts?" Rabastan asked, ducking as Bellatrix swung at his head once more.
//Harry//
Wonderful, Harry thought as he left the Ministry a few days later, this is just brilliant. Two more former Death Eaters dead, the Dementors getting restless in Azkaban- he'd have to have a word with Kingsley about finding backup guards, just in case- still no sign of Bellatrix or her brother-in-law, no word from the Malfoys, and the Aurors had just realized that a large percentage of their important, /top secret/ paperwork had vanished.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, Albus was still as distant and irritable as he had been when Harry had visited. Terry and Neville had both reported that the boy was now actively being avoided by his peers, though no evidence of wrong doing had yet been found. The only bonus was that Madam Pince had recovered from her heart attack and was back in control of the library, so Albus wouldn't be getting into the Restricted section any time soon.
(August 21, 2009 - 8:46 pm)
((Regarding Albus: When... Now that Madam Pince has recovered... probably pretty soon. Yay...! :D How... possibly something involving a stolen broomstick, and maybe fireworks, depending on how overly dramatic I'm feeling... Where... dunno yet. Probably eventually Lestrange manor, but not straight away.
Also, about Harry's death: Bellatrix- or Voldy, though Bellatrix is usually more interesting- can have him first, though, naturally, epecially beause I know you don't like Harry the character at all and you're probably more eager to see him die than I am. Yes?))
//Scorpius//
Scorpius had been in a considerably better mood of late. Ignoring the screams and all, it was almost easy to pretend that the atmosphere was slightly cheerful. His father was far less distant, and Pansy had been becoming minimally less reclusive. Of course, all this raised the question of when things would go back to the regular dreariness of life at Lestrange manor, but for now Scorpius had decided to enjoy it while it lasted. He wondered vaguely if he could get his father to persaude Bellatrix to get a Christmas tree.
//Albus//
Albus had briefly considered trying out a few of the new spells he'd learned, put Madam Pince out of commission awhile longer, but he'd gathered a lot from the few short months he'd had access to the Restricted section. Some animal denizens of Hogwarts were probably worse off for it, but as opposed to making Albus feel guilty it just gave him a really wonderful sense of power.
He'd be leaving Hogwarts soon, very soon. Within the month. There were a few more things he wanted to skim over- notes he'd made, the occasional page ripped out of a book- and just a few... experiments... that he wanted to try out, and then he'd begin making arrangements to take his leave. The talk with his father slipped out of his head unnaturally quickly.
(August 22, 2009 - 10:41 am)