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Because the other...
Because the other one is getting kind of long, even with the pages.
Also, TNÖ and Mary, I'm sorry if I got a little testy over on the other thread. It's not really your fault that the Hogwarts characters have got left behind a little - we have to keep playing them ourselves. I just have to find a way to bring us back.
Okay, then? Continue, please.
submitted by Lena
(June 14, 2009 - 5:14 pm)
(June 14, 2009 - 5:14 pm)
Wolfbar sat in his room, trying to organize his thoughts. If it weren't for the routine Cruciatas curses to jolt him around, he would be nearly convinced that this whole thing was a dream. It seemed ages ago that he'd been sitting in his familiar, if not exactly comfortable study in his family's old manor, poring over ancient spellbooks and cheesy romance novels, trying to bring about what he was now in the midst of. ((dangling preposition))
The manor. Nearly three months away from it now. He'd been away longer, but he'd always had the time to set an automatic cleaning spell over the place before departing so that when he returned the place wouldn't be ankle-high in dust. The food would be moldy and spoiled now, as well, and there'd be bugs and mice all over.
It wasn't really the housekeeping he was truly worried about, though. That could be cleaned up in a few waves of a wand (figuratively- as a rule Wolfbar tried not to "wave" his wand around unless necessary). No, he actually missed the old house. He liked the memories it held, especially those of his family. He and his sister, running around and sliding down the banisters... his mother, in the kitchen... his father, reading the paper... All of this before his father got too deep into the whole Dark magic thing, of course. Wolfbar had always looked at his father as an example of bravery and heroics, and tried to follow in his foosteps. But now- now that he was living this way, now that he'd seen what Dark magic had done to Draco Malfoy's family- he wasn't quite as sure as he had been.
Shaking his head, he told himself not to think such stupid things. This is wonderful, he told himself. The Dark Lord has been raised, and he's going to...
A moment later he was asleep.
(July 11, 2009 - 9:59 am)
For once, Bellatrix slept- curled into a ball in the slight indentation the Dark Lord had left behind. Her dreams were somewhat pleasant; that is to say, they didn't involve dark, damp prison cells and Dementors, or cruel words followed by sharp pain. Which meant, of course, that when she awoke she experienced an awful sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She closed her eyes, fighting the tears that prickled at her eyelids. "Get a grip," she muttered, and curled into a tighter ball. She wasn't entirely sure what the dream had entailed- all she remembered was a vague sort of pleasantness to it, and she suspected that the Dark Lord had made a prominent appearance at some point.
The Death Eater sighed again, knowing it would be useless to try to get back to sleep, and rolled out of bed. Without really realizing it she began to pace, soothed somewhat by the repetitive back-and-forth pattern.
~
Several floors down, the Dark Lord paced as well. For the first time in years his thoughts ran in circles not around strategy, or Horcruxes, or whether or not he should trust this follower or that, but Bellatrix and his mystifying inability to, well, to hate her.
He had hated her before, of that he was certain. He had fantasized about killing her- and a simple killing curse certainly wouldn't have been sufficient- and the only thing that had kept him from going through with it and blasting her off the face of the earth was that she was so very useful. But now...
He wanted to kick something. Preferably something very large, and heavy, which would at least provide pain to distract him from the issue at hand. He didn't hate her, somehow, not anymore. The obvious solution would be to kill her and be done with it, but he found himself shying away from the idea. She was just too, too...
The Dark Lord scowled at what appeared to be a broken coat rack. Too vibrant, too sad, and still to dratted useful. Which, again, left him with the question of what to do about his inability to get angry with her and punish her whenever she overstepped her bounds- which was often, lately. She was getting too brave, or too desperate, or both.
A small, vaguely human voice in the back of his mind muttered that he might just try accepting the facts- that he no longer hated the one person it had been vital that he hate, and that it had suddenly become very difficult to be angry with her- and simply avoid her and the problem as much as possible.
The rest of him- the stubborn, cold, dispassionate rest- rejected the idea almost immediately. Usually the tiny fraction of his thoughts that were not cold-hearted and ruthless were discarded and forgotten almost immediately; tonight (of all nights) the last remaining sliver of humanity hung on doggedly and he couldn't stop wondering if it would really be so bad to accept the vague sort of fondness that had been growing since she found him and restored his body.
He kicked viciously at the wall and let out a half-scream of fury.
(July 11, 2009 - 8:48 pm)
((Sorry, Lena, this is sort of turning into fanfiction again. :/ ))
By Wolfbar's own standards his sleep was not a good one, fractured with strange hallf-dreams taking place in frightening settings, but compared to other's in the Lestrange manor it was peaceful and uninterrupted. He awoke earlier than usual, though, when the sun was only just rising, leaving the sky a pearly gray. Opening the window and drinking in the fresh morning smell, he wistfully noted that had he been at his house, he would be having a cup of coffee at about this time, or, better yet, still sleeping.
Stop, he told himself. The people around here read minds. Even if those thoughts were relevant in any way, it would still be dangerous to think them.
He distracted himself by wondering if the Dark Lord had returned yet, and if he'd found the Horcrux. Then he absently wondered what the Horcrux was, and how Potter had overlooked it, but as none of these subjects took up much time, he found his mind drifting back to the thoughts of last night. He didn't know why, but suddenly things seemed dark and foreign. It was quite frustrating, especially since this sort of thing was more or less what Wolfbar had spent his entire- admittedly short- young adulthood working up to ((another dangling preposition)).
His thoughts turned to Belinda and her friend Oliver, and Draco Malfoy. Were they having second thoughts as well?
Wolfbar needed to talk to someone, though he would never admit it. He started down the hallway in search of Belinda or Oliver's room.
(July 12, 2009 - 7:40 pm)
((It's okay. You and TNÖ write good fanfiction.))
(July 13, 2009 - 7:03 am)
((Thanks, Lena. :)
Are there any Hogwarts posters...?))
(July 13, 2009 - 9:46 am)
Given the track his thoughts had run the previous night, the last thing the Dark Lord wanted to see upon entering the study was Bellatrix, clad as usual in the nondescript black robes of his followers. He was tempted to turn around and just walk away, but she turned and greeted him with a soft "my lord" before he could manage it.
He grunted in response, fingering the tiny Horcrux in his pocket. Slowly he rolled it around between his fingers, then clenched a fist around it.
"My lord?" It was a question now, and the Dark Lord realized he had been scowling deeply at a lamp for some time.
He blinked quickly, shifted his face back into a studied blankness, and stared at her instead. She raised an eyebrow slightly, questioningly. An awkward silence stretched between them.
"So..." he said, at a complete loss for what to say for the first time in decades. Bellatrix waited, expressionless and her mind, for once, carefully closed. He tilted his head to one side, suddenly curious. "What are you thinking?" he whispered before he could stop himself. The impassible shields were lowered at once.
He winced slightly. Her thoughts had always been slightly disjointed; Azkaban had merely made matters worse. And as always she had been thinking, fantasizing, about her lord. She worried too- of course- which stung at his pride a little. Not quite so badly as when she had been worried (albeit for a good reason) when he went to kill a baby of one year, but still. She also worried, perhaps understandably, about Belinda.
The Dark Lord wormed deeper into his servant's thoughts. She flinched, slightly, as he saw her in a crumpled, sobbing heap the night before she had found him, but otherwise stood without a tremor as he perused her thoughts and memories from the past nineteen years.
All of which would have previously given him pleasure; now, however, he just felt even more confused and furious with himself.
He blinked and once again found himself staring into her face. The shields rose once more, Bellatrix chewing her lip as she did so.
"My lord?" she hesitated, cocked her head a bit. "Are you... are you alright?"
Get a grip, he told himself firmly. Then, "Yes," with as much coldness as he could muster.
She merely bowed her head. "Of course," she whispered. "Do you want me to leave?"
Yes, he wanted her to leave, wanted her to disappear and stop making him feel almost human again. But first... He tightened his grip on the Horcrux and drew it slowly from his pocket.
Bellatrix's eyes glowed. "Is that the...?"
"Yes." He handed it to her delicately- a small, silver serpent, coiled and rearing as if to strike, hanging from a thin silver chain. Unlike the rest of his Horcruxes it had no magical properties, its value lying in the fact that it was precisely the opposite of what his enemies might expect to be one of his Horcruxes.
The Death Eater curled her fingers around it, a curious light in her eyes. "Thank you, my lord," she whispered.
"Keep it safe." She nodded. "Now go."
She left, and the Dark Lord stood for a long moment staring after her.
((the age and location boxes switched places again. :/))
(July 13, 2009 - 1:37 pm)
((This isn't going to be awfully good; writer's block.))
Wolfbar knocked on the door a few rooms down from his own, unsure as to whether it was Oliver's or Belinda's. A soft, "Come in," told him it was the latter's.
Belinda's eyes were red-rimmed and her clothes were rumpled, as though she'd slept in them. She looked fragile, sitting on the edge of the bed, and Wolfbar remembered with a start that she and Oliver were only fifteen. And more to the point, that Drusilla hadn't been any older when she died.
"How've you been?" asked Wolfbar hesitantly. He didn't have much experience with children or girls, except for his sister... and that, he told himself, was quite different. Belinda was nothing like his sister had been.
Belinda shrugged. "Pretty okay, I s'pose..."
"And Oliver...?"
She nodded. "A bit sour... but fine."
There was an uncomfortable silence, and Wolfbar began to wonder why he couldn't have knocked on Oliver's door- at least he could have commiserated there, but Belinda practically worshipped Bellatrix. He didn't exactly bame her... but nonetheless.
Suddenly Belinda looked up. "D'you have the date?"
Wolfbar was confused for a minute. "The da-" he broke off, and then, sounding a bit peculiar, said, "No. No, I don't know what today is."
(July 13, 2009 - 2:45 pm)
--Meanwhile, At Hogwarts--
As they quickly walked off, Holly heard Scorpious begin to cry. She was still kind-hearted, so she told Rose,
"Wait here," and she went back and knelt by his side.
"Are you alright?" she asked him, and Rose came through the door to get Holly.
"What are you doing?!" Rose yelled. "He's the enemy! He's helping his father with all of this! As in, everything that's been happening around here!" Rose looked pretty mad.
"That doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings! He HAS to help his dad! It's his DAD! I mean, we don't have to like him, but let's make him feel better! He's been practically put in the same position as Mr.Malfoy was put in in his 6th year! Not his {insert year here} year!!" She had a feeling that she was going to regret this, but-
Suddenly she was put into a headlock. It REALLY hurt! She looked up at Scorpious, grinning evilly through his tears. "Did I ever tell you I'm an actor, and a wizard boxing champion?"...
(we don't have to do this, but i wanted to keep it interesting...)
(July 14, 2009 - 10:28 am)
((Scorpius reminds me of Nico.))
Rose rushed back into the room, took one look at her friend, and gasped. Scorpius whipped out his wand. "Look," he said, a bit shakily, pointing the wand at Rose while keeping a firm grip on Holly. "You're the smartest girl in your year. And she can do Divination. You're going to help me find my dad."
Rose's eyes widened, but she spoke coolly. "And just what makes you think that?"
Scorpius tried to her his voice from faltering. "Well, for one thing, I'm the one with a Death Eater for a father."
((Very short, but writer's block, so...))
(July 14, 2009 - 2:02 pm)
(he he he yah)
Holly agreed with Rose. "And how do you think you can make us to do that?"she said, while Rose took out her wand. Scorpius tightened the grip on Holly. "Ow! OW!" Holly complained. Rose frowned angrily. "Well, how do we do that?"
Scorpius faltered slightly. "You tell me, genious. You're the smartest one, remember? And you," he held Holly tighter, "can see where people are. That must count for something." He smirked, from what Holly could see.
(sorry, writer's block, too)
(July 14, 2009 - 10:18 pm)
Bellatrix stopped a short way out of the room, the Horcrux still cool in her palm. A slow, deranged smile spread over her face as she tightened her fingers around the tiny silver snake.
She told herself to stop being an idiot, that just because he had trusted her with a piece of his soul didn't mean he cared. However, a small part of her- the part that somehow never stopped hoping- whispered that he could just as easily have kept it himself, that there had been no logical reason to give it to her...
The Death Eater shook her head, unable to stop smiling.
~
"Why?" Wolfbar asked.
Belinda shook her head. "It's just... I'm not sure." She took a breath, trying to get her words in order. "I don't know how long I've been here, or how long it's been since Dru died... Or how long he's been back. I've never not known that sort of stuff before, you know?"
Wolfbar nodded, slowly. "Think it's intentional? Them not letting us know what the date is?"
The girl glanced up at him skeptically. "Why wouldn't they?"
"Dunno. Maybe... I dunno..."
Belinda sighed and stood up. "I'm going to go find something to eat. I think Oliver's the next door down."
She left.
(July 14, 2009 - 10:30 pm)
//Scorpius//
Leading Holly, still in a headlock, and her friend Rose into the Divination room, Scorpius wondered if this was how his father had felt in his sixth year here, the one that his mother had only mentioned in passing. From what Scorpius had grasped about that year of his father's life, he'd become a Death Eater, and tried to kill Albus Dumbledore... Scorpius shivered despite himself. But I'm not trying to kill anyone, he protested to himself. This is different. I'm just trying to find my dad.
Ushering his two... What would I call them, hostages? he wondered... up the ladder to the Divination room, he tried to sound commanding. Directing his words at Holly, the girl who could see people in the crystal balls- a 'skill' that Scorpius had always scorned, having grown up hearing tales of 'lost prophecies' regarding Potter and the Dark Lord- he said, "Tell me where my father is." He released her from the headlock, and she dutifully went over to the ball.
Scorpius narrowed his eyes. They were being too calm. They were planning something.
//Wolfbar//
Wolfbar sat on Belinda's bed awhile, contemplating what they'd just discussed. He'd lost track of time before, back at the manor while immersed in his work, but only by a few hours- he'd eaten breakfast twice, or thought that midnight was noon- but he'd always been perfectly aware of what day it was. Now, he reflected, he was unsure about the month.
Trying to shake the uneasy thoughts from his head, he considered checking in on Oliver but felt somehow exhausted by his conversation with Belinda. Tomorrow, maybe. He stepped into the hallway. Was the Dark Lord back yet, with the last Horcrux? Warily, cautious of dark shapes that might suddenly melt into Lord Voldemort, he headed back to his bedroom, mulling the day's events over.
(July 15, 2009 - 12:32 pm)
Belinda was rummaging around in the nearly empty cupboards when the door opened and Bellatrix glided into the room, smiling for once.
"Morning," Belinda said, and turned back to the cupboards.
"Morning," the Death Eater replied. "I think there's eggs in that box, there," she added, indicating a small black box at Belinda's elbow. She produced an apple out of another cupboard, tossed it lightly from one hand to the other, and put it back.
Belinda merely rolled her eyes; by now she was used to her idol's touch-and-go relationship with food. She found the eggs and magicked a few of them over to the stove to fry. "Bellatrix?"
"Mm?" Bellatrix glanced up at the girl.
"What's the date?"
The Death Eater blinked. "January twenty-first. Why?"
Belinda shrugged. "Just wondering... I wasn't sure." She hesitated. "Is the Dark Lord back?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Did he get... you know..."
"The Horcrux? Yes." Bellatrix smirked in spite of herself.
"Oh." Belinda stirred her eggs in the pan, trying to think of something to say. "Good."
"Indeed," the Death Eater murmured, and snatched up the apple again. "How're you feeling?"
Belinda considered for a moment. "Alright. Not great, but... ok." Another pause. "My birthday's tomorrow."
"Oh?"
"Mm. I'll be sixteen." Belinda frowned. And then in another year, she thought, I'll be of age. She couldn't help but wonder if she would still be here, or wherever the Dark Lord happened to be, on her seventeenth birthday. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, though whether it was one of excitement or fear Belinda wasn't sure. "How old were you," she asked, "I mean, when you became a Death Eater?"
Bellatrix hesitated. "It was two days before my seventeenth birthday." Her voice was quiet, and Belinda wondered if she regretted the decision.
"I don't," Bellatrix said firmly. "Never have."
"Not even in Azkaban? With the Dementors?"
Bellatrix shook her head, a sad smile on her lips. "Not even then." The smile widened into a joyless grin. "There's a reason people say I'm insane, you know."
((Yeah, not the best. But I'm kinda blocked, on all fronts. Oh, and Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out today.))
(July 15, 2009 - 1:58 pm)
Well, I gotta LOT to say about Harry Potter, but I will refrain myself from rambling too much! I have grown up with Harry and I doubt I will ever stop reading him... I must say I am on my 8th round of reading the series. A lil obsessive, I know. I would like to marry Ronald, he is seriously my favorite character. And Hermoine is so special, I love her too! And then there's Harry of course who I am always rooting for. I make everyday references to the HP books. Like one of my 8th grade teachers this year was REALLY REALLY nasty and rude and couldn't teach at ALL, so my friends and I started calling her Umbridge... haha... and then there are a group of guys who pretend to support Voldemort, so we steer clear of them. Yes, so I gotta go, but just letting people know that I LOVE harry potter!! <3 And by the way, I absolutely HATE it when people just watch the movies... cuz they miss so much! The books are ah-mazing and its a shame that some people don't read them, just watch the movies, and then say they love HP... they would love it even more if they would read the books!! OK, bye!!
(July 15, 2009 - 12:03 pm)
((Um, hello! Are you new? Haven't seen you around If so, welcome! *pies*
Also, this is a roleplay, not a discussion thread... Sorry... I think there's a discussion thread somewhere else... Anyway you're welcome to join.
Also also, Voldy was awesome. *evil eye* How dare you insinuate that Harry was superior to him?
...
No. I'm kidding. I promise. Though I do prefer Voldy to Harry. *shrug* Evil is Cool, after all. And another one that *probably* wouldn't get posted so I won't bother, but is equally true.))
(July 15, 2009 - 1:18 pm)