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Post by GEORGE WEASLEY on Aug 15, 2011 1:54:05 GMT -5
George really had no idea what was going on. One second he was staring the now de-masked Lucius Malfoy, the next, he was surrounded by people, family and Death Eaters alike. He saw Fred carrying Ginny, and he was in shock. His only sister had been hit with a vile curse from Bellatrix. He had no idea what to do. She didn’t even have a wand! He didn’t know what spell was cast, so there was really no way he could heal her. The most he could do was try and get her wand back. Not sure if this would work, he pulled out his own wand and tried it anyways. ”Accio Ginny Weasley’s wand!” To his surprise, her wand came soaring through the fiery mess. He ran over to where she and his twin were. ”Take this and stay strong. It’ll all be over soon.” He didn’t know what he meant by that, but he was hoping it was the one that wasn’t about being dead.
As he turned around, Avery appeared with Percy, who started shooting curses at them. Wonderful. He knew the battle wasn’t over, but he had hoped for a little more time to heal and take a breathe. He battled with Fred against Percy, just blocking spells and such. He did not want Ginny being hit with anything else at the moment. St Mungo’s was going to love this. At least it would give them something to do there, right? As he battled with Percy, he noticed the Death Eater that he had spelled earlier. He probably was not very happy. Bloody hell. George’s “think before doing” brain waves were completely out the window, and he was probably going to regret his spell. Before he could think anymore, he was suddenly hit with a stunning spell. Wonderful. Just. Plain Wonderful. [/blockquote] |
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Post by GINEVRA WEASLEY on Aug 15, 2011 2:07:04 GMT -5
Ginny's mood somewhat shifted as she heard a familiar, deep voice speaking. Ron seemed to be well enough talk, which was an accomplishment seeing how battered and beaten everyone was getting. He spoke of the Order, and of mum and dad. How were they doing? Where they still alive? The Order should have been here by now, if they knew anything about this. Otherwise, the Weasley family was going to be obliviated, in more than one sense of the term, ironically. Ginny turned her sore neck so she could look around her as much as possible. Mobility was limited when she was being carried in someone's arms like a freaking baby. It felt not necessarily awkward, but she hated the feeling of being crippled in any sense. Ginny would much rather army crawl over to those bloody Deatheaters and give them a piece of her mind. It was just then that she really examined herself. What she saw was appalling; how would Fred even touch her when she was like this? She was completely red, from the hair on her head to the nail polish on her toes, not to mention the bloody cuts in between. "Fred, you...can put me down. I'm bleeding on you!" she said, disgusted for her brother. That was when she spotted Percy.
Her brother was over on the Deatheater side. Talk about a bloody traitor! Surely, Gin didn't know that he was under imperio, so this would be a big misunderstanding to work it's way out of. She looked rather confused for a moment, then angry. After all Gin and the rest of them did for Percy, how much they dealt from him, he goes off and betrays the family in such a strong manner? It made her furious. "What is Percy doing?!" she asked angrily, trying to wriggly her way out of Fred's arms. It looked like she didn't need to though, because just then Percy went charging towards them, wand in hand. He wouldn't dare, he wouldn't dare. Before Ginny could think further, Fred dropped placed her on the ground. During this, Ginny felt wounds open further and get more irritated. Great, now she was bleeding more. (smooth, Fred). She was slightly less peeved when she realized that in doing that, it was easy for Fred to protect her, not that she actually wanted to be protected. She was usually the protector, not the protectee.
"Fred!" she yelled as he was hit with more spells than Ginny could count. Fred fell in front of her, close to being defeaten. They were all dropping like flies. The screaming was the worse part; a sister should never have to hear her brother scream in pain. Ginny was completely unprepared when Bellatrix actually came back for her, for both of them, wand pointed and looking eager for fresh blood. "Get away from here! You've already caused enough damage." Ginny snarled, then started coughing...up blood. Shit. She watched, horrified at the scene unfolding before her. The sadistic bitch had Fred practically paralyzed. Now there was no way they would be able to run, be able to get out of there. Ginny still had no idea where her parents were taken and how they were doing. If mum saw this whole scene unfolding...there's no doubt it would be completely devastating to her. Well, she got her answer when she saw two larger red-headed bodies flying towards Ron. Mum and Dad where being used as weapons in a whole different way that Percy was.
Just as she thought there was really no hope in the world, George worked a miracle. Any other day, obtaining her broom would be a small task, but George had managed to get it out of the flames and into her hand in one piece. "Thank you so much Georgie." She said with a grin creeping on her face. It was time for payback. At this point she was half dilusional, dizzy, and tired. Her eyes weren't focusing correctly and she could barely remember what spells she had learned over her past four years at Hogwarts. Ginny saw a Deatheater standing with his back to her, a Deatheater called Dolohov, and Ginny, still laying on her position on the ground, raised a shakey arm up to where he was. Usually, you had better vantage point if you were above your opponent, but considering they all thought she was unconscious, it would be an advantage. "Stupefy!" she sent flying at Dolohov, which caught him off guard and sent him flying. She pointed it at Bellatrix, having a less likely chance of winning against her. "You'll pay." Ginny said coolly. Then everything went black.
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Post by ron on Aug 16, 2011 8:59:23 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Future Defenders of Hogwarts Everyone: Leave Ron alone! 
Did anyone answer Ron? He did not know because seconds later, he once again felt the power of the torturous curse. Had he forgotten how much it hurt? Did this just hurt worse? Two more questions he had no answers to. He gagged and spluttered at first for when the curse hit him, he had been swallowing in fear. When his body protected himself from choking, then he could start his screams, but he could not even in hear himself. All he wanted to do was beg for mercy. He would grovel at their feet if they wanted. He just wanted this pain to end. He even wanted to beg for death. That sounded better than anything else. Just kill him and leave. He knew they would not for they liked playing with their food. He twitched without ceasing, getting grass stains all over his pyjamas. If he had been in his right mind, Ron would have been worried what his mother would have said.
Ron did not know this his parents were so near, nor in such pain. Hours had passed with the curse still on him (hadn’t they? They must have. It felt like hours since the Death Eater told him to shut up and then tortured him), but really it had only been minutes. He did not know Lucius was approaching because his eyes were closed against the pain, but then he felt it, more pain. His wand was gone, his hand was on fire, his knee was on fire and his chest ----. Ron stopped screaming because he could not breathe. His blue eyes watered against the pain and there was no relief and now he was facedown on the ground, looking like he was trying to do a push-up.
Ron also did not know that his parents were coming to him with a malicious intent until they had slammed into him with such great force that he was knocked backward. He still had great difficulty breathing. Every part of his body ached and felt broken. If he had the strength, he would have begged for mercy, begged for the Death Eaters to kill him. He did not care at the moment who knew that Ron Weasley was a coward. He just wanted the pain to end. When his body finally mastered his troubled breathing, Ron took in a deep breath, yelled in a soft tone for a few seconds before struggling to take another deep breath and repeating.
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Post by rodolphus on Aug 18, 2011 9:11:12 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Rodolphus Hobbled closer to the Weasley children. The death eaters had them surrrounded on all sides.Hey searched through the smoke for the person Responsible for his wounds. As he took a step towards George he felt the effects of a healing spell grip him. It wasn't the best one ever caast but it started closing up his wounds instantly. He looked over at whom the caster was and to his surprise it was Aver. He never pegged Avery as the helpful type,He lied to others saying he did the dark lord's work under the imperius curse. Then he heard Avery shoot a petrifying spell at his target, it appeared Avery was trying to help. This ticked Rodolphus off, he hated having to admit he was hurt and that he needed help. Rodolphus' upbringing had taught him that you never let anyone see how you are feeling and above all else try to accomplish a task alone no matter the outcome.
Rodolphus was pleased with the outcome of this battle, The blood traitors house was destroy and mummy and Daddy were unconscious while Death eaters surrounded the children. Rodolphus didn't need Lucius to tell him twice to seize the children he instantly ran over to George. " Rodolphuraised his wand and sent a cruciatus curse at george. He was going to have fun with this boy.,He was going to make him beg for death. The only disappointing thing was that he couldn't kill George yet. He had to majorly restrain himself from striking the boy down dead, for if he had it would attract massive amount of media. The group wasn't ready to announce the arrival of the dark lord once again, the ministry was planning well into their hands. This was just a mission to punish blood traitors. Then Rodolphus sent the counter curse to Avery's Petrifying spell. He wanted George to fight back it was no fun if his target didn't toy with him too. "Get up and fight me boy! I know the old coot Dumbledore has taught you to fight!" Rodolphus egged George on knowning that when an enemy is angry they aren't focused on their spells.
Then He heard someone mention the order, How did the rodent children expect to summon the stupid group when they were surrounded with mom and dad unconscious. They did have the one they called Percy, but Avery had take good measure to make sure that child wouldn't run. He looked over and smiled at the handy work of Avery's Imperius curse. Rodolphus was never good at that spell. The two main spells ha excelled at were death and torture. "The order isn't coming! If they did you will be dead upon their arrival because we have blocked all means of contacting them. " Rodolphus retorted with loud and evil laugh that oddly enough sent chills down his own spine. This was good night and soon all the weasley kids would be dead.
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Post by lucius on Aug 18, 2011 17:59:12 GMT -5
With Harry Potter's closest taken care of offhandedly as it was, and hearing the insane caterwauling he knew he had more pressing matters to attend to. Lucius's forget me not blues rolled if only slightly- stopping himself, after all his father oft told him such expressions were so...plebeian.- restraining this gaggle of psychotics was more of a duel than what he'd just engaged in with the pubescent ginger moments ago. Having the Lestranges here was like attempting to collar a Hungarian Horntail. It was taking every inch of the man's patience, where did he find the tolerance? he found himself wondering that as he turned his attention to the more serious situation mounting. It would build to critical mass if allowed to do so. He couldn't have that.
If ever there were people better off in Azkaban.
It was then that the cane came down on the shoulder of Rudolphus, snagging to the crux of his shoulder enough to get his attention but not enough to be construed as a physical altercation or enough to provoke the maniacal man. "Now now. Much as we all would love to watch you work, priorities." his cane pressed to the ground and his eyes went to the ablaze woods surrounding the Burrow.
"Line them up." his voice was low and measured, regal and aristocratic, calm and cool, as if he were ordering a fine wine from a top tier restaurant. The death eaters swarmed the barely conscious and badly beaten Weasley family, the uncaring manner with which they dragged, shoved and tossed the gingers was a clear sign of the disgust these pure bloods had for their traitorous kin.
That done he nearly chortled at all of this, he was enjoying all this supremely, he'd spent the last decade and a half in the scope of Arthur Weasley, in his crosshairs, he'd have seen Lucius tossed into Azkaban, like the sycophantic ruck that he new stood shoulder to shoulder with, his looks, his hygiene, his health would deteriorate until he was ranting and raving from a rotten mouth like them about the return of the Dark Lord.
His hand quivered if only slightly as he thought of it, drawing his wand again from his cane and it began to glow, he spoke then, "If this makes a difference, you won't remember any of this." again with an elegant gentlemanly mannerism that betrayed his true, insidious nature. Lucius went down the line of Weasleys and began to obliviate the memories of the attack, as they were held still by the ginger hair of the respective Death Eaters who had captured them, replacing memories of tonight with memories of Lucius and several wizards all accused by Arthur(and subsequently raided) of being dark wizards and death eaters. These wizards confront him at his home incognito save Lucius and of course in this version Arthur attacked Lucius saying that he would "get" the Malfoys.
The reality of the enmity between the two wasn't that far off, hence the attack on the Burrow, prior to this their rivalry and hatred had topped off at a fist fight between the two in the Ministry. And of course everyone who was once a Death Eater regardless of their alibi had been raided and investigated profusely, not wrongly of course in most cases. Lucius Malfoy made no such distinctions, now that the dark lord had returned so too had the tables turned, this small bit of property damage and roughing up of Clan Weasley was hardly the end of it. It was hardly even a start.
As spells began to be flung at the group and the Death Eaters returned fire at the emerging figures that Apparated in he gave Avery a nod as his friend rebounded a spell obviously meant for him, then holding out hands to restrain both himself and any other Death Eaters who would attempt to fling themselves into the fray of emerging Phoenix Order members. "Fall back. Draw them to the rubble. We'll bring whats left down on them like a coffin lid and escape in the mayhem." although highly calculating and clearly in deep thought, planning their escape, there was an obvious tested frustration in his tone, whomever had set the better part of the woods around the burrow ablaze made a lovely signal fire for the weasleys, it couldn't have been better had they gotten an owl SOS out.
They were too far outnumbered to engage in a frontal assault, besides what he had in mind would be more damaging to the order than if the likes of Dolohov and the Lestranges managed to off one or two members of the order. He turned to them and said "Bellatrix..You've a talent for bringing out the absolute worst in people, get our friends here rallied up enough to follow us into our death trap." whether or not Rodolphus had realized it, wether or not Lucius had even realized it, his cunning blue gaze had shifted momentarily to Rodolphus when he'd mentioned bringing out the worst in men. Only to flicker back and forth from one member of the "couple" to the other. Lucius swallowed hard, as if he'd a stone in his throat, the gravity of the situation, of the decision he'd just made hit him moments ago. He'd just told the Lestranges to go crazy on the order. He wondered if Pandora felt this way before she'd opened her box/
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Notes: Sorry to have to god mode everyone a bit. To those who aren't familiar with the general plot points up until now: After our subsequent duels we'll escape while the order is trying to contain a fiendfyre lucius set off in the rubble of the Burrow, unbeknownst to him bella and rudolphus have captured tonks and ginny for their own fun. |
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Post by HERMIONE GRANGER on Aug 18, 2011 18:56:47 GMT -5
Hermione was on a broom. Unbelievable, yes. She had a terrible fear of flying, and would not do so unless it was an emergency. At that moment, it was a time of emergency, and seeing as Hermione could not Apparate at the young age of fifteen, she had to choose other methods. She had caught wind of news that the Burrow was being attacked. She had heard it and immediately grabbed her wand and her broom she'd bought years ago (Hermione had bought everything necessary for Hogwarts) and flew out the door, tears rolling down her eyes. Mounting off as Ron and Harry had showed her before, Hermione was off in the direction of the Burrow. There was no hesitation. The faces of the Weasley's clouded her mind, and the tears that had rolled down her face dried quickly at the fast speed she went. Hermione was terrified of flying but she would fly should it help her get there more quickly. Hermione always knew she would have to fly some day, she just hadn't expected the day to come so soon. she flew closer, and in the distance, could see the fire blazing of the house. Her breath was taken away; she could not explain the feeling that overwhelmed her by seeing the Burrow on fire. She raced on faster, and as soon as she was above the Burrow, she pulled her wand aloft. "Aguamenti!" Hermione shouted, the water shooting out from her wand and out onto the raging flames. There were figures in the forestry, moving about. She could see them. A spell was sent Hermione's way, and she dodged it, nearly being hit. She sent a spell down at a Death eater but it was backfired.
That's when she saw it. Bodies on the ground, lined up. her worst fear had been confirmed. Without warning or knowledge, her broom dropped significantly to the ground. She fell with it, and then lowered it to the ground, tears falling from her eyes. "Oh no, no no. Please tell me you're okay, please tell me you're all okay." Hermione breathed, whimpering it out without speaking too loud. they all looked in extremely rough shape and Hermione knew she was too late in helping them fight; they had already lost. She rushed over to Ron without thinking. Any danger in her way did not matter. She ran over to him, by his side, and put one hand on his chest. "Ron, please tell me you're breathing." Hermione pleaded, tears falling. He had to be alright, he was Ronald Weasley, the brave and most loyal person Hermione knew. The strongest person she knew. There was no possibility that Ron could be dead; to Hermione, it was not at all possible. It was unthinkable for Hermione. She moved her hand from his chest to the side of his face, and looked into his blue, blue eyes. She swore she could hear him breathing slowly, she swore she could feel his heartbeat. Her thumb stroked his cheek while the rest of her fingers remained stationary on the side of his face, close to his jawline. "Ronald, please, please be okay." She urged again, pleading, her face over his, close so she could hear his breathing, and tears creeping down her cheeks. He just could not be dead. |
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 18, 2011 20:52:31 GMT -5
Violence..pain..yelling.. he wanted it all to end. It was killing him, how everything was going on around him and he could do nothing more than lay there and be dragged around like a rag doll. He was sick of hearing his younger brother scream..sick of watching his twin and best friend get beaten up for pure entertainment.. seeing his sister bleed into unconsciousness. His parents were almost lucky not to see it all. As Fred's legs remained bound, he tried desperately to find the strength to free himself. Just as he found that will, he felt himself being dragged into a line , surprisingly finding slight relief in being next to his siblings.
But what was going on? Lucius's wand was out..but what was he doing? Bloody Hell..not obliviate.. It was over. They couldn't ever get revenge on the Death Eaters because they wouldn't even know what happened. They wouldn't have an accurate memory of what was going on. As he realized this, he tried to break free of the grasp that held him captive, but there was no use. He was too tired.. had been hit with too many painful spells to be successful in an escape. Besides, they were all completely surrounded. Then, it was his turn. He felt his memory go cloudy, but then it began to come back. He remembered everything.. how his father had begun the raid..attacked the Malfoys..how Fred had agreed to fight with his family. It was completely clear.
He was completely out of it.. out of ideas. He couldn't help anyone. As he felt himself get closer and closer to the burning burrow, he heard a familiar voice over his shoulder. It sounded like it belonged to Hermione Granger.. he must have been losing his mind.
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Post by tonks on Aug 18, 2011 22:49:55 GMT -5
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Nymphadora had been at her flat when she got word that the Burrow was being attack. How could that be? Why would the Death Eaters attack there? Then again was there really any reason to their attacks. Ever. Of course not. She only hoped that she wouldn't be to late. She would hate to see any of the Weasleys hurt. She loved them all like family and if any of them....no. She couldn't think like that. She had to be strong.
Wand in hand she apparated right to the Burrow. As soon as she did she fired at the first Death Eater she saw. It was bad. She could tell that there had been a lot of fighting going on. She only worried about the kids. If they had been alone through all this they could only handle so much. These were kids after all. They were strong and smart that was for sure but they would be going up against death eaters twice their ages and with three times their experiences. These people didn't care about the fact that they were kids either. They just saw them as those that went against their lord and couldn't care less about the ages of those they killed. Nymphadora would not allow this to go on if she could help it.
Then she started dueling another but got the best of them. She was looking for the Weasleys. Then she saw Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange. Her uncles by marriage. She heard Lestrange say the Order wasn't coming. Raising her wand at him she yelled. "Think again Uncle. Everte Statum."
she fired at both and some nonberbal curses at two other death eaters who went flying backwards. She ran to the Weasleys sides to help them best she could.
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Post by MINERVA McGONAGALL on Aug 19, 2011 0:01:37 GMT -5
An exhausted Minerva McGonagall rose slowly from her desk and sighed. She had been up half the night completing paperwork that the toad had forced upon her, and was absolutely spent. She made her way from her office and to her personal chambers as quickly as she could, hoping that there would be no disruptions tonight. After changing into her night wear, she released her hair from its confines, the long black (slightly graying) tresses falling down her back for only a few moments before she had it braided. Getting into bed, she placed her glasses and wand on her bedside table and laid down, relishing in the comfort.
She had just about drifted off to sleep when there was a loud crack in the room. Startled, she grabbed her wand and had it pointed at the figure in two seconds flat. But it was only her house elf. Before she could question the small creature, it began talking. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Professor, but there is a portrait in the hallways making quite a bit of commotion and requesting to speak with you. He says it is an emergency.” Minerva nodded to the house elf and was out the door in a matter of minutes, prepared for whatever was happening, though she had no idea what it could be.
As soon as she reached the portrait and was told the awful news, her skin turned deathly pail. An attack at the Burrow? The place had burnt down? Summoning her tabby cat patronus, Minerva instructed it to inform every Order member, as well as the Ministry, of the situation. The silvery cat took off, and Minerva thanked the portrait and made her way out of the castle before transforming into her own animagus, figuring she could run faster that way. It was now that Minerva found the no apparating on Hogwarts grounds rule to be quite annoying. In her decidedly quicker animal form, Minerva was able to reach the gates quite quickly and made her way to the other side where she was able to disapparte instantly.
The minute she landed on the Weasley’s property, her eyes and ears were assaulted with the sights and sounds of a horrible tragedy. Raising her wand, she shot of numerous curses at any Death Eater she could, effectively blocking a few nasty ones that had come her way. She saw the Weasley children lined up, looking absolutely terrible, and Molly and Arthur laying helplessly on the ground. She was relieved to see Nymphadora there as well, and hoped the rest of the Order had also received her patronus. Running to them as fast as she could manage while still shooting hexes at the Death Eaters, she also noticed Hermione Granger leaning over Ronald. Her heart went out to her favorite student, who obviously loved the young Weasley.
“Miss Granger,” she started, being interrupted by a curse sent her way that she avoided. “I know Mr. Weasley is in bad shape right now, but the sooner we rid ourselves of the Death Eaters, the sooner he can be healed.” She knew it might sound harsh in the situation, but Hermione was an excellent student and she was sure that she could help the Order quite a lot. “We really need your help,” Minerva admitted softly, hoping the young witch would understand. She really hoped that the rest of the Order had gotten her message. She and Tonks were quite good at dueling, but they couldn’t hold off all the Death Eaters on their own. |
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Post by siriusblack on Aug 20, 2011 2:13:18 GMT -5
Very few things walked down the streets of Grimmauld Place at any hour of the day, but never before had something across the street let in a light that overtook so much of the gloomy interior you couldn't have missed it if you tried. Sirius recognized the feline that was Professor McGonagall's patronus in an instant, and he was outside before it could complete relaying her message (nothing more had been needed after the words 'Burrow' and 'attacked'). He apparated himself right into the thick of things, popping so close to flames he hadn't expected that he threw out a shield on impulse, the resulting crack making his entrance anything but furtive. Of course, he was always big on a grand opening. No reason at all to hide from the people you least wanted to see.
The slightly cleared area around him now let him look at the remains of the Wesley home, and then at a closer glance a number of Death Eaters surrounding the family. The ruins, flames, and obvious air of suffering didn't affect him as much as he was surveying the damage and trying to take account of the people. There wasn't time to be horrified. And besides, this was nothing short of what he expected from Voldemort's lackies. They'd done it before and they;'d do it again. He recognized more of the DE's than he'd have cared to admit to despite the years it had been since he'd last seen the lot. In fact it was striking how little most of them had changed. Both their appearance, their fighting tactics, and the inaccuracy of their threats. "Affligo!" Without any hesitation he rounded Lestrange and Malfoy at Tonks' side, following up on her statement. Insulting his opponents was only the most natural thing for him to do. "If you're defense is as good as your communication blocking, this should be over for you quickly."
He sent a series of spells along with Tonks before taking the chance to approach the McGonagall who was attempting to convince Hermione to help them while she sat over Ron. He shook his head in protest at his former head of house. Fighting while grieving your friends was a sure way to get yourself hurt or worse. It did things to your mind in a way that was difficult to understand, but frightening to think of a girl like Hermione going through. They had enough of that already. He was first getting a good look at the damage done to Molly, Arthur, and their children and it only made his descision more certain. "Get them out of here. Far as you can without anyone following." It was the closest he'd get to saying that they didn't know when the Order would come, and until then, there was no way they could fight and watch out for the injured family. They could deal with the fire later and get back at the Death Eaters later. It was evident this group needed healing, and someone capable of doing it well. For the first time in a while, Sirius felt like he was keeping a completely level head. It was like the world was finally moving quickly enough around him that he was comfortable taking charge on the situation. He deflected a few curses fired their way as they spoke but ultimately didn't wait for them to protest. There was only so long you could plan, and the potentially-recovering Death Eaters weren't known for their patience. Neither was he.
"I see you're still as spineless and tactless as ever." He was once again addressing Malfoy as he turned back around and followed up his previous spells on the group. The mentioned had always seen it fit to attack those he knew couldn't or wouldn't fight back. The trait had been passed along to his son as well, from what Harry had told him. Sirius wasn't anywhere near surprised by it. "Its been far too long." He wasn't blind to the fact that the fight was moving closer to the Burrow. But that was fine, so long as they had as much a chance to use it to his advanatage as the Death Eaters did. He fired a number of attacking spells at the man before uttering "Nescindo". That had always been a favorite jinx of his. Never knew what would happen when Malfoy next tried using his own wand. It might break, might turn his head a funny color. It also might kill him, or cause him to explode (which would kill him anyway). Personally at the moment one of the latter seemed favorable.
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Post by ron on Aug 20, 2011 20:30:09 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Future Defenders of Hogwarts Everyone: Leave Ron alone!
Hermione was right in front of him. But how did she get there? Ron tried to focus on her, but it was so hard. He just wanted to sleep. He could feel his consciousness going in and out, but Hermione was right there, and she wanted to know he was safe. He heard Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall? This seemed like such an odd dream. He listened and he realized that the longer he took to answer Hermione, the longer she would wait, putting her in danger. He could not have anything happen to her, especially not because of him. He had to keep her safe. Ron used all of his strength to raise his hand to touch Hermione’s on his chest. It felt so warm there. Was she crying? Ron tried to tell her that she was fine, but he had lost his voice from screaming and nothing came out. He turned his head away from her, coughing, wishing he had a glass of water and looked back, “Mione,” His voice was rapsy and quiet and he knew he would not have voice enough to say everything he wanted to, “I’m fine. You shouldn’t be here.” His brain felt fuzzy. He was trying to remember why everything hurt so much. His memories seemed very odd. They did not seem to make all that much sense. He felt like his dad was at fault, but when had his dad ever hurt a fly? Well, true, there was that fight between him and Mr. Malfoy. Malfoy… The name registered something in Ron’s mind and he felt like he could almost remember what happened, but still, he could not. He was almost sure it was his father’s fault though, “My dad…” And Ron could say no more. His voice had given up on him.
All around him, more and more Order members arrived. He felt thankful and overjoyed to see them. Maybe he and his siblings would not die. But Ron hurt so much that part of him wanted to die, just so the pain would end. He could not move. He could not talk. He just lay there uselessly while almost everyone around him fought. He should be defending his family, but still, he felt like he could faint at any moment. He tried to conserve his energy to stay awake. He had to know what would happen.
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Post by bellatrix on Aug 20, 2011 22:07:41 GMT -5
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Bellatrix sneered slightly as one of the elder brothers began attacking her victims, her selfish pride hurt slightly. She had wanted these two to herself, and Avery’s interference left much to be desired. Despite this, the witch remained silent, her face changing from the amusement of her toys to the fury of having her fun stolen from her. It was much to her pleasure to see her spell had hit the twin, but the bitterness she felt toward Avery stole any sort of outward expression of such. In quiet motion, Bellatrix continued to advance upon the twin and his little sister, listening as he threatened her. She stopped, staring with an almost apathetic gaze. Then, she threw her head back, her hand pressing lightly on her stomach, her tremendous laughter filling much of the area. No sooner than her psychotic laughter ceased than she snapped her eyes back to the boy, her response full of amusement once more. ”Do you think Azkaban scares me, little twit? Fourteen years! I can assure you I am more at home there than anywhere else!” Wretchedness was exiled from her features, becoming somewhat poised and collected.
”You cannot threaten me.” In comparison, the tone of her voice had significantly returned to that or a normal human being, but her eyes bulged in wonder at his words. Of course, her tale of Azkaban had been a lie, but a good one at that. She feared re-admittance to Azkaban more than any single person knew. Only the Dark Lord, who frequently invaded her mind, knew the horror she had endured in that bloody prison. The pain she had been forced to endure, the insanity she had acquired. No - there were many things she would do, many betrayals of those she loved, to not be sent back to that place. She would be utterly alone, grief gripping her stronger than any death could, before she let that happen. At Lucius’ call, she returned to her previous state of drunken poise. Distracted was the mind of the mentally ill – more than not. Following her brother’s example, the little girl thought it was proper to talk to her in a harsh manner. Anger flashed upon the facial features of the witch, her legs moving to take yet another stride closer to the group. And suddenly, twin number two had rushed over to give her little victim a wand. As if she would have strength enough to actively participate in the duel. How foolish were the minds of children. Not only had he risked himself to give his sister something as simple as a wand, but he had entered another battle in which he had no chance of winning. It was actually a surprise, somewhat pleasant to the demented soul of Bellatrix, when Ginny displayed his courage and strength whilst stunning Dolohov. She showed tremendous promise, the little one. Promise, that was, for lasting entertainment and hours of amused giggles. Yes, she wanted the red-headed girl. She would become her newest toy.
Much to Bella’s disappointment, however, the girl passed out: shortly after claiming that the bitch would pay. Not likely; never before had she paid for the lives she’d taken and the families she’d ripped apart for her amusement and that of her Lord’s. Her time in Azkaban, in her eyes, was not payment for such things. She had gone to Azkaban to display her loyalty, and now that she had been released, she could resume her psychotic raves upon the innocent. Bellatrix had stopped in her advancement, observing the actions of her inferior death eaters. None could claim more loyalty than she; none could claim more torture, as she saw it, related to their cause than she. If they tried, she was quick to object. It was a matter of fiendish pride for her, being the most loyal, the most faithful – the best. The favorite. Another call from Lucius had been required to pull her from her thoughts, selfish and self-worshiped as that had been. ”Line them up.” Taking the moment, Bellatrix leapt forward, snagging the wounded girl and lifting her into the air with the simplest of spells. This girl would be hers, and to insure such an outcome, she would take her now. When the battle was over, her conspicuous methods would be her weakness; forcing the witch to claim her prize and stick with it as closely as possible until the time was allotted for her departure. Slowly the girl floated over into the forming line of Weasleys, and however much Bellatrix hated to consent to the orders of one such as Lucius, she was more than pleased to see his plan for the group. Had her feelings towards her brother in law been different, pride for him would have been presently shown. However, such was not the case, and so she stood in silent, her wand pointed at the elevated girl. Her mind hence wondered toward the wounds Ginny had sustained. She would need to be healed, by someone more advanced at such spells than herself, if the ginger were to be expected to last long on their play-date.
Much to Bellatrix’s annoyance, Order members began to appear. In what most would consider luck, she was not herded into a duel, and instead took the opportunity to follow Lucius, the unconscious body of Ginny Weasley continuing to float in front of her, away from the Burrow. It was a surprise, really, when her brother in law had turned to address her specifically. What he spoke caused a blood-curling, wicked grin to appear upon her face: her toy would just have to wait. Carefully, she set the still-bleeding girl upon the ground, the tall grass hiding her whereabouts. She had, indeed, noticed the strange pattern in which Lucius had set his gaze upon both herself and her husband, however something so trivial did not upset her. She was, as well, far too excited for the confrontation of the Order to really care what he said in concerns to Rodolphus. She cared not for him, but for her dearest Dark Lord alone. Turning back to the burning, nearly destroyed house of the Weasleys, Bellatrix began to walk: her natural drunken state of movement nearly obliterated by her extreme joy at being tasked with such a fun duty. Distract the Order? Draw in the Order to death? And this, she would be able to claim as her doing alone – an act Lucius would have to credit her with. Immediately, her body dissolved into a ball of blackened smoke, rushing toward the Order and the house. Her body reemerged beside Minerva.
”Hello Professor!” Her voiced cackled with glee as she again disappeared, stealing the tall, pointed hat of the aged witch in her leaving. Carefully she placed it on her head, upon reappearing several meters away from the group of Order members. To her, the action was humorous; her disrespect for the woman greatly shown. ”Nymphy, my dear niece!” The voice of the bitch sounded of that whom is speaking to a child. ”Oh! And look what we ‘ave here! Sirius, cousin, come!” Something within her raged at being firstly ignored, and coming second in whatever danger Sirius seemed to sense, to Lucius Malfoy and her discarded husband. Without hesitation or warning, Bellatrix began to fling hexes at her wretched family members. Both were a disgrace, lucky to have drawn breath as long as they had. Were she allotted the chance to end their lives this very night; such would be done without a second thought.
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Post by rodolphus on Aug 22, 2011 23:19:08 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Rodolphus was advancing on the Weasley twin when Suddenly, he felt a cane press on shoulder preventing him from further movement. How dare his brother-in-law prevent him from enjoying the torture of this young man, Lucuis always had a way of spoiling Rodolphus' fun. When Rodlolphus heard the words line them up he instantly went for George and stood there as Lucius proceeded obliviate the memories of the children. He instantly dropped the twin and was going to finish the Job when he started seeing order members popping up left and right. Crap, His fun would have to wait another day.
Rodolphus heard Lucius talk to Bella as if she was more important than him. The sheer fact that when everyone heard of the Lestranges they thought of Bellatrix first, sometimes even completely forgetting about Rodolphus. This made Rodolphus very angry, he hated playing second fiddle to his wife. He was the man of their relationship and Bella had underminded his authority at every turn. He was about to disapparate on to the Crowd when he heard the annoying voice of niece by marriage. It was an unwritten rule in the Lestrange house that they never discussed family members who had disgraced their pureblood lineage. Tonks was no Exception, Bella had once told Rodolphus of how her sister had run off with mudblood trash, As far as Rodolphus was concerned he had no niece.
Rodolphus dodged the spell thrown by Nymphadora, She was either very brave or highly stupid to challenge her uncle to a duel. "Nice attempt there Nymphadora, I almost believed you meant to attack me." "Rodolphus Sneered. He never Called Nymphdora by the name Tonks because to do so would be to acknowldge the exsistence of her mudblood father and that was totally beneath him. "Crucio! Lets see dear niece how you plan to escape this" Rodolphus chuckled his fun had returned, this time in the form of his Niece. He was going to enjoy this, even if it meant taking Nymphy back to his den. He assured himself that he hadthe young auror on the ropes when another unspoken of family member Joined in. This one was more closely related to Bella than Nymphadora. Sirius Black, He didn't deserve the name Black , for he had runaway from the luxuries and privilages awarded a pureblood boy. "This matter doesn't concern you muggle lover. Go back to the pond scum from which you crawled under" Rodolphus Bellowed trying his hardest to dodge the series of spells shot at him from both duelists. As some of the Spells landed they scrapped acrossed his healing gouges and reopened them. He was finally Relieved when Sirius Left Tonks alone to face him. "Come on now my dear niece let's have some fun." Rodolphus smirked at her with an evil tint in hiss eye. He had plans for this auror, She deserved a one on one talk from her uncle.
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