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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)
((*is watching A Very Potter Musical* "You're like this spare guy! You're such a spare!" "KILL THE SPARE! AVADA KEDAVRA!" XD I love the AVPM Voldy. He's so awesome, and also OCD, and also pretty, even with the creepy makeup.
Re: Bella gets Harry first: Wee! Only I'm assuming no blood, Admin? [Right]
@Lena: Aw, c'mon, crazy characters are fun! Why else would I be doing Bellatrix?))
//Bellatrix//
"You want me to put a *what* in the dining room?!" Bellatrix hissed.
Draco sighed. "A Christmas tree. It's very traditional."
"Look, Draco, darling, I haven't said a word about the holly... the mistletoe... the strange, shiny baubles your wife was hanging in the halls yesterday... the garishly wrapped presents... I even talked the Dark Lord out of tearing it all down... but no, you may *not* put a tree in my dining room." She folded her arms.
"Would it help if I said please?" Her nephew raised his eyebrows innocently.
Bellatrix snorted. "No. And tell Scorpius to stop building snowmen, will you?" She turned on her heel and strode out.
(August 23, 2009 - 12:45 am)
((@ Lena: Yeah... as a bonus. Because I'm weird and would consider an insane Ginny enjoyable... you must admit in the books she had no dimension.
@ TNO (umlaut): That was very funny, I cracked up. :) Your post, I mean, not AVPM, though that sounds... entertaining... as well.))
//Scorpius//
Scorpius shrugged. "But Mum told me to!" He paused. "In fact I distinctly remember telling her that if Bellatrix got annoyed then she w-"
Draco held up a hand. "All right. Thank you for trying to appease your mother... but please... use your head. Bellatrix's rules could be a lot stricter- she lets her house guests regularly torture each other, she's willing to let us eat decently now and then- it's really her perogative if she doesn't want snowmen in her yard. Okay?"
Scorpius assumed a sulky expression. "It's Mum's fault..." He stopped when his father glared at him warningly.
//Albus//
"You... you said you wanted to talk, Al?"
Albus looked up. He'd known Jim would drop by Albus' dormitory if he asked him to. They'd been good friends before, well... anyway, he'd come. "Actually I rather think I'll be doing the talking here," Albus said quietly, just loud enough for Jim to hear, and then cast a Silencing charm, followed by a simple immobilizing jinx, on Jim before his guest could blink.
"Now, this'll only take a few minutes, Jim, if you'll just stay nice and quiet," said Albus smoothly. "There are a couple little things I want to practice... I promise, you won't remember a thing when I'm done."
He smiled and raised his wand.
(August 24, 2009 - 4:42 pm)
@ Mary and TNÖ: True, she was kind of flat. In my own opinion insanity does not dimentionalize a person, but all right then, if you want to.
/Lillian
Lillian couldn't believe her luck. To escape from the manor and find Hogwarts all in one day! Now if only she could contact her parents, she'd be fine.
As she stumbled into the castle, ignoring the 'Where WERE you?'s from everyone, she decided that she would go up to the Hufflepuff common room and compose her letter before sending it off. Albus had an owl she could probably borrow; he'd been so nice to her before she left.
LATER
Lillian headed down the corridors to the Headmaster's office.
Something had to be done.
(August 24, 2009 - 5:30 pm)
Sorry Admins...
(August 25, 2009 - 7:55 am)
((Albus, I believe, has just crossed the Moral Event Horizon, making him officially awesome.
Off Topic: I'm going to hunt down and strangle whoever thought up synthetic division. It's not that it's particularly hard, it's just that it ISN'T division, it's multiplication...))
//Terry Boot//
Terry was on his way to the Great Hall for dinner when a muffled groan from an empty classroom caught his attention. He pushed open the door and went in, drawing his wand slowly.
This turned out to be a largely unnecessary action, as the groan had originated in the throat of a half-conscious first year.
Cursing under his breath, Terry moved to kneel by the student. On closer inspection he recognized the boy as Jim Thrope, minus- disturbingly- half an ear.
"Jim?" Terry asked softly, reaching out to touch the boy's shoulder. Jim flinched at the contact and groaned again. There was a strange, vacant look in his eyes. Terry conjured a stretcher and levitated Jim onto it.
They headed towards the hospital wing, Terry grim-faced and Jim whimpering occasionally and flinching at sudden movements.
//Draco//
Christmas day dawned dull and gray, which, given that Draco and his family were imprisoned in Lestrange manor, seemed rather ironic.
Still, the poor weather didn't have much of an effect on the atmosphere within the manor. Bellatrix remained as prickly as ever and the Dark Lord had yet to make an appearance (Draco suspected that he had left the manor, being less than fond of holiday cheer); on the other hand, everyone else was in high spirits.
And high spirits meant there was a much smaller chance of the Malfoys being used as practice targets for various unpleasant curses.
(August 24, 2009 - 9:46 pm)
Hmmm... Draco's kid is turning out to be downright softhearted, whereas Harry's is a budding dark wizard.
(August 24, 2009 - 5:52 pm)
Yeah.
(August 25, 2009 - 7:54 am)
((@ TNO (umlaut): I know... I love Albus... he's so awesome... <3))
//Scorpius//
Scorpius blinked. There was no tree, and he was quite sure Santa Claus hadn't been by, but there was no doubt that it was Christmas. He had to admit he was surprised; all things considered, he'd come to the vaguely illogical conclusion that Christmas simply didn't exist at Lestrange manor. He decided to believe it, though, when he walked downstairs and noted, grinning, that Rabastan had conjured up some pancakes.
//Albus//
Albus had wanted to leave when school was in full session, with more than a bit of a bang. But even though he had wiped Jim's memory- to what extent he wasn't quite sure, but he probably hadn't docked off more than six months or so... the spell had been more powerful than he'd supposed- there was still plenty of evidence against him. And with the Restricted section not available to him anymore, there was very little point in remaining at Hogwarts. On the bright side, if not everyone was in school, there would be enough first-hand witnesses to spread satisfying rumours when other students returned after the holidays.
He'd gotten plenty done. Other than the memory charm, everything else he'd done to dear Jim had gone quite well. Not for Jim, of course, but that was utterly beside the opint. He figured he knew enough to get by. And Christmas, Albus decided, would be a wholly suitable day to leave.
(August 25, 2009 - 5:02 pm)
((Albus is leaving! *does happydance*
Argh, tooth. X_X stupid infection.))
//Rabastan//
"Cheers, Scorpius," Rabastan said a moment later when he noticed the boy standing in the doorway. "Happy Christmas."
Scorpius' grin widened. "Happy Christmas. Though I would've thought Death Eaters wouldn't like Christmas."
Rabastan merely shrugged. "Fearsome and terrifying Death Eater though I may be, I'm not about to thumb my nose at an excuse to annoy Bellatrix. And besides that, there's the matter of presents." He grinned. "Honestly, what's not to like? Pancakes?"
"Please," Scorpius said, accepting a plate. "As to the 'what's not to like', well, personally I'd rather *not* annoy Bellatrix if I can help it."
The Death Eater laughed. "It's more fun after you learn how to tell whether she's joking or not when she threatens you. 'Course it's no fun when you're mistaken about whether she's joking or not- it's very difficult to tell, you see."
Scorpius chuckled around a mouthful of pancakes. "I s'pose," he managed.
//Voldy//
Not wanting to be bothered by the bizarre atmosphere of happiness that always accompanied Christmas day, the Dark Lord skulked in the lower regions of the house for most of the morning. Around noon he relocated to the library and buried himself in a dusty tome of Dark magic.
He was interrupted a few hours later when Bellatrix slunk into the library, looking a bit annoyed.
"My lord," she said with a quick bow as she caught sight of him. "Do you mind if I...?" She gestured vaguely towards one of the bookshelves.
"Not at all," the Dark Lord replied, "so long as you refrain from wishing me a happy Christmas." He felt a brief flash of amusement that she was asking him permission to read her own books in her own house, and he smirked a little.
Bellatrix smirked as well. "Wouldn't dream of it, my lord," she said smoothly, pulling a thin book off of a shelf and sinking into a chair. She curled around the book as she opened it.
They read in silence.
(August 25, 2009 - 10:10 pm)
((*accompanies in dance* Albus leaving gives me inner joy.))
//Scorpius//
After lunch, everyone sans Bellatrix and the Dark Lord were gathered in the parlour. Pansy had strung up some more of the shiny baubles Bellatrix so disliked, and there were occasional wreaths. Scorpius was not sure how his parents had managed to scrape up presents, but he'd been given two wrapped parcels. Certainly the gifts weren't as grand or numerous as those he'd received in past years, but he was far from complaining. The atmosophere was cheerful and Bellatrix and her master weren't there to dampen it. Draco and Rabastan had broken out wine, Oliver and Wolfbar were playing chess again, and Belinda had been persauded to come down as well, though she didn't seem to be enjoying herself quite as much as everyone else. Although Scorpius certainly was.
//Albus(!)//
Lunch was over. Albus hadn't eaten anything, or even made an appearance in the Great Hall until dessert. He was far too nervous- not guilty, or having second thoughts, just purely and absolutely excited. He tried not to grin. Grinning was not very intimidating unless done evilly.
As students began to trickle out of the Hall, Albus began rapidly clenching and unclenching his fists. Almost time... "Oh god..." he muttered, "oh god..." Stepping into an unused classroom outside the Hall, he pulled out his wand. "Accio James' broomstick..." A few seconds later his brothers' Nimbus 2022 was in his hand. He lightly touched one of the bags slung over his shoulder, the one containing what he'd need right now, and mounted the broomstick. Two minutes.
He grinned. This time he did it evilly.
(August 26, 2009 - 5:35 pm)
((Would it be impatient to ask where everyone is? ...Yes, probably. Just way too excited about Albus...))
(August 27, 2009 - 7:24 pm)
((I'm actually not sure about Lillian. I think she might be talking with headmaster. Which is who, by the way?))
(August 28, 2009 - 5:09 pm)
//Belinda//
Before, Christmas had been Belinda's favourite time of the year. Now, at Lestrange manor, she found herself sitting unobtrusively in a corner, reading a book and rather wishing that she hadn't allowed herself to be dragged downstairs to join into the festivities.
It all seemed a bit unnecessarily loud to Belinda. Presents, she supposed, were all very well and good, but she could have done with a good deal less fanfare and toasting and chatter to accompany it.
She sighed, shifted into a more comfortable position, and tried to tune out the noise.
(August 28, 2009 - 12:41 pm)
((I've been looking forward to this for what would probably be considered an unhealthy amount of time.))
//Albus//
Albus was having trouble thinking in sentences. Peruvian instant darkness powder... explosives... little fragments were all he could manage. He knew it was ridiculous to be so excited, of course, but couldn't help himself.
Would it work?... Thirty seconds later the surrounding area was plunged into darkness. Albus sighed, relieved- the past few days' work hadn't backfired. He kicked off and flew into the area outside the Great Hall. He could see shadowy forms of confused students under him. There were only about thirty- Christmas break- but it was enough.
High above everyone else, Albus pulled out his pyrotechnics. He'd gotten the equipment to graft hybrids of sparklers and dynamite sticks from his father's friend Rubius Hagrid. With gentle force, of course- the gamekeeper was going soft, in his eighties, and it hadn't been terribly hard to put him under an Imperius curse.
Albus had sixty seconds to talk before the sticks stopped lighting up the immediate area and started making small explosions. Nothing bad enough to actually cause any damage, of course- it was purely for effect. Sixty seconds. He'd rehearsed this dozens of times. He needed to get it just right. He hoped it would sound threatening or deranged and not merely cheesy.
Still grinning, he spoke to the assemble teachers and students. "A new era is dawning-" that was a Grindelwald line- "and dark forces are growing stronger." His eyes searched the crowd, found James. "Hogwarts-" Albus' voice grew louder- "Hogwarts, the Ministry, and all that they stand for, will fall." That bit was a bit overdone, perhaps, but seemed to be having the desired effect. "There is no good or evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it." That was his favourite part. It was a direct quote from Lord Voldemort, his father's late nemesis.
Ten seconds. Albus knew it was insane, pretentious, suicidal, knew he'd get it wrong, hadn't planned on doing it. But right before he zoomed out of Hogwarts forever, he uttered the spell that would, if properly done, cast the Dark Mark above the school.
(August 28, 2009 - 4:20 pm)
Christmas was the day LeeAnn and Felixias had decided to escape. After LeeAnn had shown Feletias the wand they had spent all their time planning;exept for the the brief pauses in the conversation in which they were tortured. "Ready,"breathed LeeAnn. "Ready,"said Felixias. LeeAnn pointed the wand at the door. "Alohomora."
(August 29, 2009 - 6:24 pm)