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Post by siriusblack on Jul 27, 2011 20:06:39 GMT -5
.  this road was paved by the broken hearted
but we've got to finish what we started
535. - Lord Voldemort - notes here
------------------------------------------------------- It had been raining heavily for the past week, but tonight had been the first time the storm seemed to have gotten truly dangerous. And that seemed completely fitting, what with the events that were expected to transpose in the next hour. Nobody else knew about the Death Eater attack; the supposed meeting. Sirius had been the only was present when the message came through. He'd agreed to pass it on to the next Auror that came in, the next Order member capable of doing anything really- because that had been the underlying request, the reason he was excluded- but that hadn't happened. He supposed later that he'd need to come up with an excuse for why he said nothing, but it had seemed that people were busy enough anyway that putting this on someone's shoulders would cause more problems than it would get something done. Whether it was Tonks or Moody or Remus or Dumbledore, the point was that someone would have to deal with the Death Eaters. And Sirius wasn't denying that someone would be dealing with it.
It didn't matter right now what he'd say when -if- he made it back. What mattered was that he'd made a completely reckless, completely selfish decision. And if it hadn't been a good one, people were going to die. And enough people had already suffered because of ideas and the things he'd failed to do. It hadn't been so much his skills questioned, he knew that; not whether or not he could take on a few Death Eaters. But the means he planned on going about this. He supposed anyone walking into this alone, especially without the adequate practice, backup, or plan.. well it was obviously dangerous. Possibly rather stupid. And on the very slim chance he bound them all effortlessly, he couldn't exactly walk into the Ministry or the Head Auror's office and hand them over for Azkaban. So he probably shouldn't have taken the message, the message to tell the people that had spent their lives learning exactly how to deal with this problem, all that personally- but he had. And now he was going to face the consequences. Not that he was very concerned. Not half as much as he'd have been had anyone else been here. As far as he was concerned, more important than knowing legal actions was knowing how your enemy ticked. And Sirius had more than his fair share of knowledge in the field. Given the location he was told, very much in public, and rather guarded on its own, Sirius could only guess that it was his cousin Bellatrix or someone with equally as little sense who'd made the plans. It had been far too long since the former and him had a proper face off. Maybe he wouldn't mind the reunion so much. Though he'd thought the same when she was brought in to Azkaban. It had been a moment he didn't particularly mind; the only moment. Now though, he wasn't going to make assumptions. He kept one of his hands firmly on his wand in his pocket which the other pushed some hair from his face. He was going to wait. . |
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Post by voldemort on Jul 28, 2011 11:42:19 GMT -5
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Many men has said a single word, one meant to empower and strength those around them. However, these amazing, awe striking men have had completely different meanings. So many strong, great men who had been though tot be a hope for the future turned out to be no better than the enemy they fought. This was so for nearly any great man who knew the truth and understood it. This was as Dumbledore was at that moment, a lie in himself. The old man had always been weary of Tom Riddle, from the second he met him till this very moment. He had never enjoyed that fact, constantly having his actions watched, having to put up more defenses to keep himself hidden from accusation than should have been necessary. It was about time that he had a bit of payback on the old wizard, in the funnest and most pleasing way possible for the Lord.
At that moment, three death eaters, none too high in rank, were assembly in a dark passage way behind Diagon Alley’s more traveled roads. The alley he would be meeting them in would have been much more readily suited for Knockturn Alley, but the location hardly mattered. So long as he got his message across, he would be fine. After all, there were many ways for one word to translate into another in this word.
As the Dark Lord apperated into the area, the three that had assembled were caught off guard. The clearing was small, no large then a ten by ten space, with an alley way leading away from all four corners. He could only imagine what a mess it would be to try to navigate out of this place. The walls were dark and dirty, as no one traveled here save for the poor or the suspicious. The four now there would fit into the latter category.
The Lord of All Things Evil hadn’t at all been careful about his arrival, the black smoke trailing through the air guiding anyone to their position. Yet another pawn in his chess match set up by his brilliance. The other three had been told someone would appear and give them the information that they needed. However, none of them had suspected it would be the Lord himself. They all bowed, nerves suddenly racking their frames, one fat, one thin and the other a simply average man. None were female, it would seem. They had been told their objective would be simple enough to accomplish, but might have the affects of promotion, if they succeeded in a certain fashion. That was all they had been told, and the Lord of Darkness was there to relay the rest of the information, and to watch a trap take place that would hopefully get the point across to Dumbledore.
’It would seem I have found my location, would it not?’ he asked, and received a jumbled mess of quiet ‘yes’s and ‘mhm’s. It was pitiful, but he didn’t expect anything special. He simply thanks himself for not asking for anyone higher up. He wanted this meeting to have his voice alone amongst the large portion of the talking.
Prior to this meeting, word had been sent out, hardly well kept at all, telling of what was to happen at Diagon Alley that day, and it would be picked up by a member of the Order. It didn’t matter who, or how many appeared. It simply mattered that they would have a message relayed, something the Dark Lord usually wouldn’t allow to happen. If he wasn’t trying to stay far from the public’s eye for just a bit longer, he would simply announce to the entire school of Hogwarts what he had to say to Dumbledore. However, that wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not yet.
’As all of you are aware, you have something to do today. First off, you will leave here today and meet again in a count of five. From then, I want you to infiltrate the Ministry. From there, I need you to obtain something for me. It is something very dear to me, and it holds information that I need.”
A prophecy. No, they would not succeed, get what he needed or even come back, but they were expendable and easily replaced. He needed Dumbledore to know, for very specific reasons.
The three looked about, rather confused.
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Post by siriusblack on Jul 29, 2011 17:04:27 GMT -5
. this road was paved by the broken hearted
but we've got to finish what we started
728. - Lord Voldemort - notes here
------------------------------------------------------- It hadn't been long after Sirius turned into the darker alleyway that the trio of Death Eaters appeared in the small clearing. None of the figures were recognizable, but all Sirius had to recognize them by was their figures. Their voices would have been far more helpful. They shared a few hushed words, but were silent for the most part, waiting -it seemed- for something or someone. Sirius stayed to the far end of the alley, the lack of lighting proving to be beneficial as none of the group seemed to take notice of him behind the dirty wall. He'd have approached them already had he not been expecting more, because it wouldn't' due to be the one caught by surprise.
None the less, when the Dark Lord appeared amongst a cloud of black smoke that traveled even to where he stood, Sirius was surprised. He hadn't known that this meeting would be large to that degree. Though he thought for a moment how James' invisibility cloak would have been useful, Voldemort didn't scare him. It was something he decided a long time ago, and looking at the man now -if you could call him that- Sirius found it still held true. He'd resigned himself to meeting the Dark Lord when he played decoy with Peter and James. He planned to let the man find him. He planned to mock him to his face. And he also planned to be killed by his hands. That wasn't his goal tonight, but it was a lingering back thought if only to give him confidence. Along side there was contentment that other than him nobody knew about this. Spying on Voldemort wasn't something he expected would go well. Attacking him the entire wizarding world knew was stupid. But then, how many had really tried it to know? Prophesies and destiny never meant much to him, they were words, molds. But molds could be broken. As much as everyone in the Order talked about defeating the Dark Lord and protecting Harry, he knew none of them would even consider something like this. It wasn't their 'place'. But on the chance he failed, he didn't have anything to loose. He didn't have a 'place'.
As Voldemort spoke though, Sirius turned his attention back to the meeting. They'd taken absolutely no precautions on the area before hand. At is they were having a stroll, rather than contemplating world domination and a multitude of lives. The lack of enthusiasm from the Death Eaters confirmed that none were anyone he knew; nobody important. They'd be easy enough to handle on their own. Yet Voldemort had taken the time to meet them... Not that Sirius felt he hadn't anything more useful to do with his life. When the plans came out so obviously though, in one breath, one order, nothing cryptic or coded, Sirius' focus shifted. Even if he didn't leave now and warn anyone, infiltrating the Ministry was bound to be a suicide mission. Almost as bad at the one he'd contemplated a moment ago. The Ministry may have been made of idiots, but they were heavily into security, and Sirius would be one to know it.
Besides the stupidity though, the sacrifice- something felt wrong. Like it had been too easy. Like, something should have gone wrong by now. He was banking on it. Or maybe this whole thing was a lie. A waste of time. Halloween night fifteen years ago echoed.. He had quite a bit of experience with walking into traps. They almost always started with him thinking things had gone incredibly right. As the group looked around in confusion, a few eyes darted his way. They probably saw nothing, but he stepped out none the less. Now or never. Let you aproach them with a raised wand, and not the other way around. "Good plan. I think you've forgotten to leave out the bit where it fails though. It only seems right you start preparing for that now." There were quite a few little voices telling him he should regret what he'd just done, because there was a chance it actually was that easy. But the lack of worry made him a bit cocky. And on the chance he'd been set up from the start, he might as well try and get something out of it first.
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