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Post by Voldemort on Jul 15, 2009 16:10:28 GMT -8
The skeletal horse landed on the very edge of the forbidden forest. He thought for a moment to drive his steed farther, closer to his target, but remembered the death of young Diem would make the beast visible to others. Not to mention that he himself was not invisible. From here he walked, the complete darkness of the forest doing nothing to slow him down. the moon was dim tonight, hardly showing its sickeningly pearly glow. But he followed a different light, a light he had placed in the sky. An image made of thousand of green lights twinkling in the sky to form the image of a skull with a snake coiling and twisting around it. His dark mark. He could only smile as it came into view.
As he looked at his image knowing that by now his servants were begining to understand that he had a purpose for them a new thought occured to him. It was late and all the teachers had gone off to bed and maybe a few of the professers wandered the halls. But one hall he could reach, the Great Hall. But durring the day the sixth years should have been preparing for their apperation tests. They would be able to do so there and if they could do it in the room then he could reach it as well. He tuurned and in an instant he was in the Great Hall and all its so-called glory. Above him in the enchanted ceiling he could still see his mark.
Now, for a moment, he would wait for his followers. It had been to long since he terrorized the students, to long since they truly battled. They would have their portin of war tonight and he would see to it that he would taste the blood of traitors. There were so many of them these days. Loyal subjects simply just don't come like they used to. Now only a single thought ran through his head as he waited:
Who would he kill first?
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Jul 22, 2009 17:02:00 GMT -8
All was silent in the dungeons save the occasional sigh and creak of the old castle. The Slytherins had long since retired to their dormitories following the uniform schedule Hogwarts enforced. In the fourth year boy dormitory, whispers wishing each other goodnight bounced off the walls and filled Dante Black’s ears. An unintelligible mumble came from his lips in response.
Dante sat at the edge of his bed, hunched over as he stared vacantly at his bare feet in the dark. It was still difficult for Dante to get to sleep since he had returned to school. The sheer amount of stress that came with the responsibility of being back certainly took its toll. He would often spend his nights reminiscing about better times, and then go to bed in the wee hours of the morning. It certainly wasn’t healthy, but when did Dante Black care about health?
The boy didn’t move for quite some time, although it passed by quickly for him. Dante brought his head up to find that his eyes had adjusted to the dark. He twisted his body to look at his room mates and confirmed that they were indeed fast asleep. A part of him enjoyed having a piece of the night all to him, while another part envied the others’ peaceful slumber. Dante blinked his heavy eyelids and stood up. He needed to get away from the taunting snores.
Dressed and with wand in hand Dante slipped out of the common room and into the dungeon corridors. He headed toward the main floor, hoping that the change of scenery would relax him. As quietly as he could he jogged up the stairs, careful to watch for other wandering persons. Passing several windows Dante couldn’t help but notice how dark that particular night was. It was then that he saw an image that was all too familiar to him. The brilliant yet terrifying glow of Voldemort’s mark came into view, paralyzing Dante where he stood.
Surely this was a nightmare. Surely he had somehow already fallen asleep and this was just a bad dream. So when would he wake up? The pounding of his heart in his chest felt so heavy, so real; there was no way he could be dreaming. Death Eaters were really there and inevitably someone would really be killed. The last person to get killed was Diem. How could he deal with something like that again? Flashes of corpses played in his mind and shot shudders down his spine. Dante stood there frozen in his fear, suddenly unsure of himself. All he could do in that moment was grip his wand tighter and prepare his mind for the awful scene that would soon take place.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
Posts: 628
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Jul 23, 2009 7:40:50 GMT -8
It has been just a normal night for Emilia. She spent most of the time in the common room catching up on homework and simply enjoying the company of her fellow Gryffindors. Yet a lot of the night she could not keep concentrate on her complicated start charts or Transfiguration notes, but instead her eyes always drifted off her notes to stare onto the dark grounds. She was remembering old memories of her times spent with Dante. Ever since he had entered her life again, nothing was the same. She was more distracted, and well around him she was just plain clumsier. Just the other day walking into class she saw him, and her stomach gave a jolt which caused her to trip and nearly knock over two, unsuspecting First Years. Now here she was once again thinking about him, she shook her head as she started to gather her homework. She was not going to be able to finish any more homework tonight, so she decided sleep was a better alternative. She bade every one goodnight and strode up to the Girl's Dormitory.
Yet sleep wasn't going to come easy for Emilia that night either. It seemed every little sound kept waking her up, and she just felt restless. All she could do was think about him, and how he affected her. She was getting so frustrated with herself, for she knew she couldn't trust him, yet here she was thinking about him before she fell asleep. That didn't make any sense for she couldn't erase all the physical and emotional pain he had inflicted upon her, and he sure did not have the right to keep her up at night. She was frustrated with herself. She just needed to get over him once and for all. He wasn't good for her, yet why did she believe herself when she said that. When their was a null in her thoughts Emilia finally drifted off into a light sleep.
Emilia had just turned over in her sleep towards the windows, when a blinding flash came from the windows. Groaning Emilia opened her eyes, and looked around. What the bloody hell was that? Some kind of joke?, she thought to herself. Unwrapping herself from her covers she quietly stepped over to the windows. As she gazed out the window she let out a small scream. She couldn't believe her eyes, it was The Dark Mark over the barren grounds of Hogwarts. She wondered who was dead, or worse who was going to die. She stood like a statue transfixed by the horrible image floating over the grounds. Shaking herself out of it she ran to her trunk, pulled out clothes, dressed, grabbed her cloak, and her wand then ran out of the room.
The castle was so silent, except for the pounding within Emilia's ears. She didn't know where she was going, she was just running. Running to see what happened and running away from whatever was lurking within the castle. She was chilled to the bone, she's already had one encounter with the Dark Lord and frankly that was enough for her. Just thinking about that night, made her shudder, and she slowed down. Panting, she looked out over the ground and brighter than ever glowed the Dark Mark. Fear then slowly overcame Emilia, and she was shaking. How could this be happening? She was shaking more violently now, for the meaning of the Dark Mark was finally grasping her. There was going to be death tonight, there was going to be a battle, and she was going to face the Dark Lord again. No this couldn't be happening, it was then she felt the warmth of her necklace against her cold skin. It was throbbing again, pulling it out she saw it was letting off a golden glow.
Holding the necklace in her shaky hands Emilia finally looked up to see where she was. She was near the Great Hall, which was now deserted or at least she thought it was. Taking a closer look she saw someone else was walking towards her. She couldn't quite make out the figure, so she replaced her necklace and took out her wand. She watched the figure coming towards her from the shadows, wondering if it was friend or foe. Watching the figure walk into the glow of the Dark Mark, she realized it was Dante. Feeling a sense of relief wash over her, she walked out of the shadows. Quietly she spoke, "Dante...what does this mean?"
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Alaya Tiaun
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Head Girl
Look fear in the face and smile, you will fear no more.
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Post by Alaya Tiaun on Jul 23, 2009 9:03:33 GMT -8
It was quite, too quite for Alaya. It was as if the forest died very quickly. There was fear in the air and it sent shivers down her spine. She had come to the forest for a stroll. It was a cool night and the sky had a few clouds, there was also the sent of rain in the air. It was to rain either later that night or early morning. The moon was nothing more than a crescent so she had no excuse to use if she was caught out in the forest this late.
Alaya had trouble sleeping in the dorms lately. She would sneak out when everyone had gone to bed and spend the night in the forest. It was peaceful for her since there seemed to be tension in the castle even though there hadn't been an attack lately. Everyday seemed to roll right into the next and she felt out of the loop most times as if she as within a different time looking in on everyone. Her mind was always off somewhere in the forest.
At times she would feel torn in two. It wasn't the normal teenager feeling of loss or liking two people at the same time or even being on two different sides. She would act more like a wolf than a girl. It was most likely a side effect of being born a werewolf and being bitten by one. However no matter how isolated she would feel or how she would ignore her friends an spend more time in the forest she was determined to not see help on the matter. Yes there might be some way to balance herself but she was too stubborn to do so.
Cool water lapped over her bare feet as she laid on the cool pebbles that surrounded the lake in the forest. She was wearing a black tank top and black pants. Around her wrist was the strange bracelet she bought not too long ago in Knockturn Alley. Alaya stood as she felt the chill run down her spine again. She ran towards the grounds and as she reached the edge of the forest she saw it. The dark mark hovering over the school. Taking a deep breath Alaya ran for the school. Silently she entered the castle and walked up the staircase towards the great hall where she noticed two others.
With a wand out she silently approached the two only to find it was Dante and Emilia. She was relieved but something told her not to let her guard down just yet. She walked up to the two keeping an eye and ear out for any others that might find their way down. "So any ideas on what we do now" She whispered.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Jul 23, 2009 10:27:48 GMT -8
Dante watched as the twinkling green snake moved in an out of the skull that hung so triumphantly in the sky. With every second reality sunk in ever deeper. If he fought in this battle Dante would be sought after by the Death Eaters for running away. He was confident he could handle a one-on-one duel, but the Death Eaters never played fair. They would surround him and he would die. If he didn't fight, well, that wasn't an option. He couldn't flee like a coward again. Dante was a trained Death Eater after all; Hogwarts could use him.
Flashbacks of previous battles and duels Dante fought in danced in his eyes. He had felt such pride fighting for a cause he believed in. But did he truly have faith in the Dark Lord's message? He loved Diem, a mudblood. That went against a major part of the message. The more he thought about it the less he understood why he joined in the first place. Of course, he was young and naïve. The thrill of being the ‘bad guy’ must have appealed to him. Now Dante knew it wasn’t all that glorious.
Dante clenched his teeth and pounded his fist against the window. It shook and he wished he could shake the Dark Mark out of the sky, make everything better. Frustration and confusion and regret and fear bubbled inside his chest. The urge to yell out curses and spells tempted him but he knew better. The Death Eaters had probably infiltrated the school by now; the last thing he needed was them to find him sooner than they had to. Dante already came to terms with the fact that he might die, and whether it was numbing fear or pure apathy, it didn’t bother him. He was aware of the evil he caused in the world that could only be repaid with his life. Perhaps death would clear his guilty conscience, not to mention bring him into the same world as his beloved Diem.
The sudden presence of another being startled Dante out of his thoughts. Reflexively he whipped out his wand and aimed it at the other person. It was the oddly soothing voice that calmed his nerves and allowed him to lower his wand. “Emilia,” he sighed in relief. Dante met her eyes and whispered, “It means we have to fight. And it means we might die,” he paused, then added, “But I won’t let them have you.”
Yet another voice came into play, and yet again it belonged to a friend. Having his only two friends at his side seemed to reassure him. “We need to get as many people to fight as possible. This is going to be a battle.”
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Jul 23, 2009 11:47:43 GMT -8
Emilia gasped as Dante pointed his wand at her. She shut her eyes quickly waiting for the pain to come, but then she realized that he wasn't going to attack her. She opened her eyes, and stared into the pale face of Dante. So many times he had pulled his wand on her to torture her. She let out an involuntary shudder at the thought of the previous times in which Dante had inflicted so much pain on her. Now they stood facing each other on the same side, fighting the same battle. It felt right, they should have never been enemies in the first place. They belonged on the same side maybe belonged together, and Emilia wished now more than ever that she would have fought harder for him to not go and join the Death Eaters. Taking a few steps closer to him, wanting nothing more than to take his hand, she said in a quiet voice,
"I was afraid of that. I've already faced him once, and I was hoping that would be enough for one lifetime," Emilia then looked up a the glowing mark above them, "Do you think someone has died already? I hope not..." She trailed off as she turned to look at Dante as he said he wouldn't let the Dark Lord take her. Blushing slightly she replied, "I can take of myself you know," she teased, "It is nice to know though that you won't let him take me again. I don't know if I can outrun him again."
Standing their next to Dante, Emilia felt stronger. She knew they were going to fighting for their lives, and she knew it wasn't going to be a fair fight. The Death Eaters never play fair and it would be a disadvantage for them. She was more than ready for fight for her life, she's been doing so every since she was a child. This day was no different, she hasn't given up the will to fight yet, and she knew she never would. Emilia had so much to live for right now, and their was no use giving in. Another reason she did not want to give up is she wanted to know desperately where things were going to lead with Dante. It was obvious that he would be willing to fight to save her, but could she trust me? It hasn't been that long ago that he had come over to her side, and she still had her doubts. Yet the conviction in his voice told her that he would try to save her. In turn without saying so Emilia would not let Dante fall prey to Lord Voldemort.
Alaya's voice then interrupted Emilia's thoughts. She turned to face her best friend. They have not talked in a while, and Emilia felt as if Alaya had been ignoring her. Yet in times of need and in times of trouble their bond remained strong. They would do anything to save one another, and would support one another. "I have no idea what to do. Death Eaters have to be lurking around, you don't think the Dark Lord could actually be in the school right now?" At that though Emilia shuddered, the thought of the snake like eyes and the horrible slits for his nose was terrifying and made her stomach churn. Hearing Dante's words Emilia lamented, "Who can we find to fight? What if we have to do this alone?"
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Alaya Tiaun
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Head Girl
Look fear in the face and smile, you will fear no more.
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Post by Alaya Tiaun on Jul 23, 2009 17:58:27 GMT -8
The first battle where the three friends would fight together. It was a strange feeling but for some reason Alaya felt as if they had a chance at possibly winning the battle that was about to unfold. She was glad she was with her friends in this situation. But the only thing that worried her was if someone was going to get hurt and who. The dark lord was here to kill so who was it going to be?
Taking a deep breath, Alaya was determined to answer the question if the dark lord was already in the castle. It was as if her werewolf senses were taking over her human senses. This had been slowly happening within the past few months and she couldn't control it. Yet she did enjoy knowing what others didn't and it came in handy. She closed her eyes trying to separate the different smells. They came to her like colors in her mind. It was as if every sent had a color and all she had to do was find the right one. Emilia... ruby red.... Dante... emerald green.... She was finding it hard to ignore all the smells there were so many.
Alaya looked over to Emilia as she spoke. "If we have to do this alone then so be it. We are stronger than the last battle and now we are fighting as one. I personally would be happy if no one else showed up, well any more students that is, then maybe we can prevent any deaths" She whispered with confidence. She knew no one was dead yet or else the smell of death would have reached her nose as soon as she walked into the castle.
At that moment it hit her, the black color mixed with a deathly green. The dark lord was there, in the castle, but where? Her head started to spin as she tried to make out all the colors. Her hands rushed to her head and her eyes were clutched shut. "He is here, and he is close" Her voice was just a mere whisper as she gained control again. Her hands went back to her side and she took a deep breath this time just to breath. The colors went away and she could see clearly.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
Posts: 158
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Post by Dante Black on Jul 24, 2009 17:20:39 GMT -8
Having Emilia so close only reinforced Dante’s longing to protect her. The feeling was foreign and unfamiliar, yet true. Just the year before he was trying to kill her and caused her both physical and emotional damage. Why he all of a sudden became defensive over her he could not explain. So many things had changed so quickly for Dante it was futile to delve into each one. One thing he knew, though, was that he cared for her and her safety. The only way Voldemort would get a hold of Emilia would, quite literally, be over Dante’s dead body. Whatever may happen in the looming battle, Dante would do his best to protect both his friends.
Dante’s gray eyes followed Emilia’s toward the glowing sky just outside the window. The twinkling green lights served as a constant reminder that danger was near. “I haven’t heard any spells yet,” he responded to Emilia’s question. He knew, and was sure the girls knew too, that the fact he hadn’t heard anything didn’t mean everyone was still alive. For all they knew, numerous people could already be murdered. Following Emilia’s movements still, he turned to look at her. Dante smiled gently, “I know you can take care of yourself. I just want you to know that nothing’s going to happen to you while I’m here.” He was tempted to take her hand, but shied from the idea. He wasn’t ready for that just yet.
The thought of fighting against Voldemort and his army alone seemed wrong somehow to Dante. Emilia and Alaya talked about it like it was an obvious option; Alaya said she would even prefer it. Spending a majority of his life on Voldemort’s side, Dante became so used to having backup whenever he needed it. Hogwarts didn’t have a form of communication like Death Eaters did. Even if they left their spot to gather a defense of their own, they didn’t know where their enemies were waiting. So it looked like fighting on their own was the best option at that point. Dante could just imagine their trio surrounded by attackers; it was a very sobering thought. But if that was the way they protected their school, it would be crucial that they work in harmony. Dante agreed with Alaya, “We want as little deaths as possible. Maybe this is the best way.”
Dante furrowed his brow at Alaya’s strange movements. Clearly something was going on inside her head. The explanation she gave was certainly not something he wanted to hear, but it was something he needed to know. Dante gritted his teeth and clutched his wand tighter in his hand. This was their cue to really prepare themselves to fight for their lives.
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Post by Voldemort on Jul 26, 2009 9:56:16 GMT -8
He listened wondering for a moment if they knew he had draw so close. He could have laughted at their foolishness, thinking they could prevent the death that was comming to them. But death was inescapeable, espessialy with his mark involved. The dark lord looked to the skies wondering why none of his followers had come. Some of them he wanted to see because they owed him their lives just as much as he wanted them to fight. Good, loyal minions were so hard to come by these days.
He gave up his attempt for silence and let himself laugh when he heard Dante, one of his disloyal followers, say he wanted as little deaths as possible. He was one of the ones who were supposed to cause death and suffering at his command. Poor, poor Dante. First he want's one thing and now another and tonight he would be one of the ones who will never want again.
"Silly, foolish children," He dark lord said knowing they had heard him laugh, "You think you can stop death itself? None are so powerful. Besides, it is a gift I am willing to give to you this night. A gift to not be hunted and spend countless nights wondering who will be the next to try to kill you. A gift to not have to fight the world for a mistake you never made being born an abomination to both the realm of muggles and beasts. A gift to no longer suffer and be reunited with the one you love. There is no point in fighting me, children, when all I do is make you better to begin with. And I intend to heal all your wounds tonight!"
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Inri Tunila
Slytherin
Fourth Year//Prefect//Death Eater
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Post by Inri Tunila on Jul 27, 2009 23:16:17 GMT -8
It was one of those average nights, she supposed. For the longest time, Inri lingered in the Ravenclaw common room playing her part as a quiet, meek Ravenclaw girl she had invented for the purpose of completing her d**ned education. It was never enough, Inri's current power. Her power was extraordinarily strong already, but the Dark Lord always wanted his tools as powerful as he could get them, however long it took.
She kept up her usual charade of reading by the fire quietly as many Ravenclaws did. This act almost guaranteed no suspicion or the bothersome, curious second years invading her mental sanctuary. As the hours passed on, fewer and fewer students remained in the common room. The purpose of this was to not draw even the least bit of attention, waiting until the common room was empty and the girls she shared her dormitory with long-since had gone to sleep.
Inri slipped quietly into her dormitory, careful not to wake anyone, and began to undress from her robes. Through the sudden darkness of the room and the process of her eyes adjusting to the lighting, she didn't notice the familiar glow emanating from the window. She relaxed down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling, though the stone of the ceiling had a strange green tint to it. This would have been normal if she was still in the Slytherin part of the castle, which happened to reside right below the lake. But she was in the Ravenclaw towers now, and wherever that light was coming from, it would have to be in the sky.
Her heart skipped a beat when these thoughts crossed her mind. She was up from her bed and peering out the window in mere seconds. Inri stared up at the formation up in the clouds, ever-so-similar to the one she bore on her left arm. She barely felt the burning shortly after, the pain was easy to ignore after a while of getting used to it. She didn't bother to pick any other different outfit she had--she just settled with pulling back on her Ravenclaw robes over a plain black outfit consisting of a tank top and knee-high skirt she hastily pulled out from her trunk. After checking that her wand was surely in its rightful pocket, she tiptoed out of the dormitory and down the steps out of the Ravenclaw tower.
Sprinting in the most unnoticeable manner she could, she made her way down to the ground floor of the castle. Inri was out of breath when she reached the end of the many staircases and found she wasn't the only one out of her bed at this hour. Dante, Emilia, and Alaya were right outside of the Great Hall, whispering quietly amongst themselves. Her mind seemed to slow, her breathing became more even. It seemed quieter than she was used to. She always believed silence was golden, but too much of it gnawed at her very existence. She didn't realize if they heard her heavy footsteps or harsh intakes of air and turned to look at her. She was too busy paying attention to her surroundings.
"What is going on?" she rasped, almost demanding and not taking care to change the sound of her voice to the light, sweet sound of Faye's. After she had spoken, she heard a familiar voice address them. This time, her heart seemed to stop entirely. She had been hiding behind Faye's identity for months, and only had to face The Dark Lord in this form once. She wasn't used to keeping both identities up. Everything came into view then, her cover would be definitely blown tonight.
Inri thought back to their last encounter. Bellatrix had to go and snoop around Hogsmeade, and just happened to spill the beans that she had been seeing a half-blood. She had never been so frightened of the Dark Lord in her life. It takes the experience of being beneath him, want pointed right at your throat to really understand how fearing you are of him. Though she was a little uneasy about whether he would remember the last death eather meeting. She certainly couldn't murder him like she did Diem. Although even she would admit it sounded cold-hearted, it was so much different when you knew the person well and cared for their well-being.
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