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As you all know (or do you?) I haven't been on in a while, so if you could update me on whats been going on, that would be GREAT!!!:):):) I just wish me computer would up-load things better.:( :) Thanks, guys!!!!:):):):):D
submitted by Aqua/Bekah, age 14/12, GH/ND
(April 22, 2009 - 2:05 pm)
(April 22, 2009 - 2:05 pm)
There was a tense, bitter tone in the air around the common room, me gnawing at my nails incessantly.
"Um, Keira? Hello?" I was woken out of my reverie by Albus, waving his hand in front of my face. "Watch your hands."
I glanced down at them, glancing at the bloody mess.
"Yikes. Lillian, you have a band-aid or somethin'?" I asked, turning around to face her. "Lillian?" Albus and I shared a concerned glance at the sight of her terrified and discombobulated expression.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Omigod," she gasped, getting panicky. "I've gotta--I've got to-" She jumped out of her chair and sprinted to the dorm.
"What the--" An older boy muttered.
"I'll see." I scooted towards her receding figure.
And then we all froze at the screams.
(April 27, 2009 - 7:08 pm)
((Wait, you mean you haven't felt sorry for her from the beginning?! *shun*
Hm, yeah, true, Voldy couldn't ever turn good... but supposing he pretended to? I mean, to lure Harry into a false sense of security and them stab him in the back (metaphorically speaking)?
Ok, look, I just want to see Voldy arguing with Harry. I admit it. Ulterior motive. So pie me.
Anyway, re: Bella's age: Actually, I was thinking it would have something to do with her 14 year stint in Azkaban... Like... I dunno... if you're constantly exposed to Dementors and their soul-sucking then it flubs up the aging patterns, or slows down aging...
I mean, 'cause Voldy essentially stopped aging after he tore his soul up... Wouldn't having Dementors mutilate your soul for 14 years have a similar effect?
Anyhoo...))
Bellatrix stared up at the ramshackle house, a fierce, biting wind blowing her unruly hair into her face. She broke through the protective enchantments easily, and pushed open the door.
It opened with a loud creak into a dusty, grey hall. The place looked deserted, but long years of skulking about and crime had taught her that this meant nothing. She stood still, listening intently.
A moment later her efforts were rewarded with a soft, barely audible creak from the ceiling.
Bellatrix smiled and started up the stairs to the attic. She moved soundlessly, on the balls of her feet, her wand out and her shoulders tense.
A young, sallow man sat hunched over a desk, scribbling furiously with his back to the door. Wolfbar, she assumed.
Quietly she entered the room. On a splintering coffee table there sat a shabby, worn paperback book. She raised an eyebrow as she read the first page.
"My," she said quietly. "And I thought that vampire book was bad."
Wolfbar jerked in his chair, fell backwards, and splattered red ink all over himself. He gaped up at her, blinking and spluttering.
"You read cheap romance novels?" Bellatrix asked, holding up the book in her free hand.
"Well- I- I-"
"And you stutter." She clicked her tongue and let the book drop back onto the table.
"Not all the time," he said defensively. "You don't look sixty.
She sighed. "I have a few theories about that... But never mind that." She tilted her head, calculatingly, as she looked at him - a habit she'd picked up from the Dark Lord. "The rumor is you know where the Dark Lord's remains were buried?"
The young man's eyes lit up instantly. "The great Lord Vold-"
Bellatrix reacted instinctively, flicking her wand and uttering the curse that had become second nature. Wolfbar screamed and writhed at her feet, pain such as he had never known lancing through his body.
She waited a moment before lifting her wand. Wolfbar lay panting on the dirty ground, his eyes slightly unfocused. "How dare you?" she hissed. "How dare you speak his name, you sniveling, cowardly rat?" Look at him! she thought. He barely looks old enough to have been alive when the Dark Lord- as usual she cut herself off before she reached the word "died". It was too painful...
He stared up at her, terrified, all his plans to use her flying out the window. He had imagined her elderly, frail, and depressed. Instead she looked about thirty, and clearly she was not someone to be messed with.
Bellatrix arched an eyebrow as these thoughts ran through his head, and he remembered too late that she was also a proficient Legilimens. Her wand flew down again, and this time, ready for it, Wolfbar heard the curse.
"Crucio!"
He screamed. The pain carried on until his vision started to go fuzzy and dark, and then suddenly vanished.
"Now," the former Death Eater said, folding her arms. "Here's how this is going to work. You tell me where the Dark Lord was buried. We find him, and bring him back. And then you had better hope that he is feeling merciful, because he will certainly not be impressed by a weak, whimpering creature such as yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Good."
(April 27, 2009 - 6:05 pm)
I'm still laughing out loud at, ""My," she said quietly. "And I thought that vampire book was bad." !!!!! :) LOL!
(April 28, 2009 - 5:08 pm)
Yeah, me too.
(April 28, 2009 - 5:18 pm)
Yeah, haha, Bellatrix is an Anti. Because she's just awesome that way.
...I'd imagine that most Death Eaters would be Antis, for that matter.
(April 28, 2009 - 7:01 pm)
As I paced around the Ravenclaw common room, wondering what was going on, a rumor started, that Bellatrix Lestrange was back, that she had tortured people in Hogsmeade, that there was a Dark Mark, that she was coming to kill us. I shuddered and went to the window. I looked out, then screamed. There really was a Dark Mark! I pointed towards the window and backed away, replaced by other curious students. They, in turn, were replaced by a next batch of students, untill nearly everyone was huddled in one corner or another, watching the window carefully. I found Aqua and hugged her. "Do you think it's really Bellatrix Lestrange?", I whispered. She shrugged nervously. "It could be some people playing a prank, but I'm afraid that it might really be her.", she whispered back.
(April 28, 2009 - 1:04 pm)
Wolfbar shook himself. Well, here she was! No need to contact Borgan or Narcissa or anyone! She was horribly termpermental, of course, which was inconvenient, and rather awe-strikingly terrifying, but he'd gotten over that. It was lucky that he hadn't lost his temper. Of course, his cockiness- that fatal flaw of his- demanded to let this formidable woman know that he was not a sniveling cockroach.
"M-m-madam Les-s-s-Strange," he stuttered, cursing himself inwardly. That stuttering! Curses! "I am honored to make of your acquaintance."
The raised-eyebrow, foot-tapping response was good enough.
"A-a-and," continuned Wolfbar, "I am s-s-stricken dumb b-b-by y-y-y-your app-pp-earence in m-m-my manor."
"Obviously." The lips curled into a sneer.
"I was thinking," he began tactfully.
"Ooh, be careful," she said sarcastically. "Wouldn't want to go and exert yourself."
These are the sort of situations we proficient Dark wizards handle with reverence, Wolfbar reminded himself a bit smugly. So hold your tongue.
"I h-h-h-heard of your certain... e-e-e-enamorment... with the Lord Voldmort, the Great One." He'd forgotten a bit too soon of her thing with his name.
"AARGHHGH!" was his next sensation. This was the result of the Cruciatas curse. It didn't take the majority of Wolfbar's genius to speculate why. "T-t-that is," he shouted quickly, from upside-down, where he had been unceremoniously turned, and the pain was subsiding, "I was m-m-m-mocking those dumb r-r-romance novels. I was r-r-reading them for c-c-clues, that is. And I thought that it might be beneficial to pretend that they were true, so that we could..."
The truth was, he'd wanted to use her affection for him to manipulate her, to help him with the Potter boy and other matters of importance. But if this wouldn't work, he'd have to rethink his theories.
Bellatrix looked confused now. "I heard nothing mocking," she said dismissively. "Only your inflamed tongue, that flab of nothingness, covered in Muggle saliva, speaking the Darl Lord's sacred nomer."
"Oh, yes," he said hastily, "just the curse meddling my mind. That was all I said. Forget the incident."
She seemed to do so, though Wolfbar doubted it.
Then she opened her mouth to speak again.
((Then was really bad writing. But sometimes I need stiff, awkward dialogue for a first draft. Since I don't have that option on here, everyone else will have to deal with my horrendous first drafts. Keep in mind, not the sort of stuff I'd send to a professional editor or agent. Just a first draft to move things along. TNO (umlaut) can do Bellatrix's next words because she's better at her. Me, not so much.))
(April 28, 2009 - 6:47 pm)
((You're all right. Except for "I heard nothing mocking, only your inflamed tongue, that flab of nothingness, covered in Muggle saliva, speaking the Dark Lord's sacred nomer." That was pretty... horrendous and wordy, shall we say? Try, "You were mocking, certainly - but I don't take kindly to people mocking the Dark Lord. *raises wand threateningly*" Or something.))
"I'll be frank with you," Bellatrix said coldly. "I don't like you, boy."
Wolfbar flinched at the heavy emphasis she placed on the word boy.
"You are cowardly, weak, painfully irreverent and you desperately need a lesson or two in manipulation. You are smug, secure in your imagined greatness; you wish to bring the Dark Lord back only to further your own career."
"I-"
"Don't deny it," she said sharply, raising her wand slightly. Wolfbar wisely shut his mouth. The woman seemed calm now, but he decided that, in the future, it would be in his best interests to avoid setting her off...
Inwardly, however, Bellatrix was seething. She hadn't been hoping for much, and she had been expecting even less, but this... If he didn't truly know where the Dark Lord was, if he was just another hack putting on airs... The Death Eater hid a smile. She'd making him wish that he'd never been born... What she had done to the Longbottoms would be nothing compared to Wolfbar's punishment.
Bellatrix turned her back on the youth and strode to the window, staring out at the windswept street. She closed her eyes, fighting back sudden tears. A quivering, timid voice in the back of her mind whispered softly, Tom...
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the voice out of habit. Its incessant fantasies - and her inability to banish them from her mind - had gotten her into endless trouble with the Dark Lord.
Behind her, Wolfbar spoke, hesitantly, "We'll need the boy, James, of course, to retrieve the remains..."
"Oh, I don't think so," she said.
"But the insanity-"
She shrugged. "Lunatics can still be controlled with remarkable accuracy, boy."
"You mean to say that you- that you'll-"
She turned around, caught his eye, and saw immediately what he was thinking. She snorted derisively. "Oh, no," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "You're getting the box. I wouldn't trust your... ability... with the life of a despised pet."
(April 28, 2009 - 10:41 pm)
((You know what? I have an idea. I had forgotten that Myrella (Ella, new nickname) is Loony Lovegood's daughter. Ella will be like her, then. And also, Ella is in Ravenclaw, my mistake.))
Myrella slowly walked throught the corridors, examining every painting, fingering her radish earrings from her mom. 'Mom was right,' she thought,' it is amazing here.' She found the Ravenclaw common room, by answering a question or two. She walked in on a girl hugging another girl. "Oh," she said vaguely, staring at the statue, "Hello. I'm M-Ella. Call me Ella.".........
(April 28, 2009 - 8:31 pm)
The minutes ticked agonizingly by. Someone had seen the Dark Mark, glittering greenly a kilometer in the air. The sight of the skull and the serpent had sent chills down my spine.
If the effect was universal, then I could understand why this Voldemort person had chosen the image as his personal insignia.
It was creepy. That was all there was to it.
Albus stared grimly out the window, his jaw set in a firm line.
"Do you think it's really her?" I asked softly. He shrugged.
The portal in the wall opened suddenly, and a teacher I didn't recognize walked in. She looked grim.
"As most of you have probably heard," she said, "The Ministry suspects that infamous Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange is behind the attacks in Hogsmede last night..."
"Why?" asked a tall, gangly boy with limp blond hair.
"Three people were murdered, Mr. Davis. Another two were tortured into insanity with the Cruciatus curse. Witnesses who saw the Dark Mark conjured described a very thin, very pale woman wearing a long black hooded cloak. And they described seeing a faint Dark Mark tattooed on the woman's forearm."
"So?" asked Davis.
"Do you know how many female Death Eaters there were?" asked the teacher. Then, answering her own question, she said, "Very few, Mr. Davis. And there was only one who specialized in torture and, specifically, the Cruciatus curse."
"But she's dead!" cried Davis.
"No," came another voice, and a man who looked exactly like Albus stepped into the common room. There was a collective intake of breath. I assumed it was Harry Potter.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Not a lot of people know this but Bellatrix's-" he spat the name out like a curse- "body vanished mysteriously after the battle. It would appear she survived somehow."
(April 28, 2009 - 7:00 pm)
(((awesome!)))
I crawled under a table, shivering slightly. Somebody yelled that Harry Potter himself was here at Hogwarts, and Lestrange was approaching the castle. I beleived about Harry Potter, but not Lestrange. I went back to the window and stared at the horrifying Dark Mark, floating there, a warning and a threat. It was scary-looking as much as it was terror-inspiring just for what it implied. The door opened and a teacher came in. ((hey, maybe Harry Potter could be going around the dormitories and stuff telling people that it is Bellatrix and they need to be carefull or something? or not?)) I turned around to see what she had to say. "Students, it has been confirmed that it is Bellatrix Lestrange. You must be very carefull untill we are sure she is gone. Which means, among other things, keeping to the curfew." She looked at me and Aqua especially hard. I assumed she was thinking about the first day when I had gotten Jinxed by Selwyn. Then she stepped aside and everyone gasped. Behind her was Harry Potter! I waved at him slightly. "Well, I don't know what I can say that she hasn't, but I'm sure you have some questions about why I am here?", he said. I raised my hand. "Why are you so certain it is Lestrange?", I asked, as no one else seemed about to ask any questions. He looked solemn. "Several people were tortured, as the Longbottoms were, and some bystanders noted a woman with the Dark Mark on her forearm. Now, how many woman Death Eaters were there? Not many. And, not many people would know this, but her body dissapeared after the battle." We all gaped at him. Lestrange's body had disappeared after the battle? He looked back at us grimly. "So, as the teacher said, be careful." He and the teacher left to I don't know where, and as the door closed, the common room was filled with murmurs. I looked around, then climbed up to my dormitory to get my bookbag. I, at least, would do some homework.
(((remember, Harry is, like, an uncle I guess. Hazel's parents are some of Ginny's cousins.)))
(April 29, 2009 - 5:18 am)
My heart seemed to stop.
"Not Bellatrix!" someone shouted. His (or her, I couldn't tell) scream faded away.
Someone grabbed my arm, and I flinched.
"It's Keira, silly!"
"Oh, sorry." But I couldn't much relax. "Sorry, Keira, but I have to go to my dorm for a moment. Be right back, okay?"
"Okay - Lillian, you look white as a ghost!"
Inside I was screaming 'There's a notorious Death Eater on the loose, of course I'm white as a ghost!' But to Keira I said. "Yeah... well, see you, okay?"
"Okay," Keira said.
I ran from the throng of people as quickly as I could. The dorm was deserted, I would be safe there - safe to plan my escape from Hogwarts and the entire Wizarding world.
(April 29, 2009 - 11:27 am)
Wolfbar did not like being called "boy." He disliked it almost as much as he now did this lovestruck Death Eater ((who I feel EXTREME sympathy for now, which is TNO's (umlaut) fault And I'm starting to be okay with her- being an anti gives her a plus)). And most of all, he disliked being ordered around.
But he did know something she didn't, which, if he played his cards right, he could hold over her pompous, overbearing, heavy-lidded head.
"I don't think I should get the remains, you know," he said carefully, enjoying what he assumed was annoyance at the word "remains."
Bellatrix gave him an evil look. "Why might that be?"
"Because then I would go insane," Wolfbar pointed out intelligently.
Bellatrix gave him a glare that clearly said And that matters to me why?
"Let us bear in mind," he plowed on hastily, knowing that he had very little time before she blew her top and began inflicting some really awful pain with the Cruciatas- which was also seriously embarrassing- "that whereas I know how to perform the ressurrection spells that Wormtail did to raise the Dark Lord"- he said this bit carefully- "you, regrettably, do not."
He waited for her reaction to this.
(April 29, 2009 - 4:21 pm)
(April 29, 2009 - 10:04 pm)
((Ja, that scene looks heartbreaking now. ;)
TNO (umlaut) likes mking my villains feel stupid, huh? :D
Wolfbar looks really dumb, but it'd look like sort of weird for him to defeat such a seasoned Death Eater, I guess.))
Wolfbar reached a revelation while being tortured with that curse: he could know the secrets of immortality and the way to all knowledge and Bellatrix would still see him as a silly "boy" to be played around with. It was embarrrassing. But it was the truth.
She relented for a moment, and he fell, limp, to the ground. He heard her mirthless laughter ringing in his ears long after she stopped.
He was now angry. He had tried reasoning, force, and forceful reasoning. But this woman could not be reasoned with. Nor could she be forced.
His best choice would have been to brownnose, but Wolfbar had too much pride for that. He could never pull it off.
She was right: he did need a few lessons in manipulation.
He decided to play for time. He'd experienced the Cruciatas before, but it had never hurt so much; it seemed to inflict more refined pain when Bellatrix did the doling. He expected it was probably his wounded pride stringing a bit too.
"So, you successfully breached my house's defenses," he panted, before realizing how stupid and out of place that sounded. His ears reddened.
"Of course I did," said Bellatrix, sounding annoyed. "Stop stalling."
Wolfbar stopped, and they stood in silence for a few minutes.
Bellatrix gave him a hinting look. "Er?" said Wolfbar, feeling that he was missing something.
"Are you planning on telling me where the Dark Lord is, or are you feeling suicidal today?"
"Oh. Yes." Wolfbar gulped. "Have you ever heard of the Garden of Y'Galle?"
Bellatrix looked a bit disconcerted, for the first time since she had so rudely barged into the manor. "The Garden of Y'Galle?" she asked, not a little uneasily.
(April 30, 2009 - 3:33 pm)