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Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Sunday 24 February 2008 05 02 47 am    Post subject: The Dark Lord's Daughter in topic:The Dark Lord's Daughter This is a fan fiction I started a while ago... I will put it in and see how it goes... here's how it starts... The scar had not pained Harry for 19 years. All was well. Harry turned and took Ginny's arm. Together, they started to walk back toward the platform entrance. Then he noticed her. He had to look twice. She had jet black hair, and her face was beautiful. She wore black travelling robes and a purple scarf. She was oddly familiar. "Wait here Ginny. I'll just be one minute." He said, and hurried down the platform to speak to the girl. "Alright. I'll wait for you at the exit. I want to catch up with Ron." Ginny said, and hurried off herself, not noticing the purpose of Harry detouring. Harry waved back to Ginny, and both parted company. It took Harry moments to reach the girl. "Excuse me, " he said to her. "I think I know you from somewhere." The girl looked up at him; she was his age, and her eyes were dark on a pale, flawless face. "You're Harry Potter." She said, and smiled. "No, you don't know me. But u did knew my father." "Your father?" Harry searched his mind as he studied her face. He had not gone to school with this girl; she had an accent too that was hard to place. "Who is your father?" "I think I will let you guess some more, Harry Potter." she smiled at him, amused. "Now now, please? Does your father work at the ministry?" Harry asked. "No." the girl said firmly. Harry paused. "What's your name?" he asked. "My name? It's Geneveve." "And your last name?" "It's Riddle." Harry could not believe his ears. He practically spat out his next words. "I knew your father? Your father was Voldemort??" he stared at this girl in complete disbelief. "Shhhh..." the girl brought a slender finger to her thin, pink lips. She reached out to Harry's lips. "Can it be our little secret, Harry?" she touched his mouth with her finger. Harry felt strange; he closed his eyes. He was unable to move or speak. "I will see you again really soon, Harry. It's so good to finally lay eyes on you." She spoke these last words closely into his ear. Harry felt himself go weak. His heart beat slowed. He felt like he was sinking into a dream. "Hey!" Ginny shook him. "Wha?" Harry awoke with a start. He was standing inches from the platform edge. "Why didn't you answer me? What are you doing?" Ginny scolded him. Harry looked around. "I ... I don't remember. Oh!" Harry noticed a small trunk on the ground near him. "Oh yes, I noticed this trunk had been left behind. I was going to bring it to lost property. Come. Let's go. Are we still meeting Ron and Hermione for lunch?" Harry picked up the trunk ,and as he did, his scar prickled. After dropping the trunk off at lost and found, they all went across the street to Toasted Cafe. Harry sat down and waited while the others ordered food and drinks. The place was packed; it was a popular meeting place for Hogwart's parents after the train had gone. Harry hoped they had not run out of his favourite dish and the cafe special; the Chicken Snitzel toasted on Foccacia bread. Harry picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet and started flipping through it. Not much happening at all. He brought his hand up to his lips as he read. "Ouch!" he was shocked by how much his lip hurt to touch it. He put his finger on his lip again, and then looked at his hand. Blood. Now that he thought of it, it felt like someone had punched him. The bleeding got a bit worse. Harry picked up a napkin and started dabbing. The blood spread across the white fabric. "Damn!" he swore, and stood up. He left his coat on the table and headed for the bathroom. He walked in; no one was there. He went over to the sink and soaked the napkin in cold water. In the mirror his reflection revealed a swollen bottom lip. "What the hell?" Harry searched his mind for why this had happened. Had he fallen? slamming of a cubical door. Harry spun around. No one was there. But one of the doors had definately moved; the last door was still tapping as if someone had just left. Harry turned off the tap. He cautiously walked down to the end of the room, and pushed the cubical door open. Empty. He realised he had been holding his breath, so he let it out loudly. He felt foolish. He was an auror; he wasn't afraid. He turned back to get his napkin out of the sink. As he did so, he felt the full force of a punch hit his face. He hit the tiles with a smack. He wasn't unconcious yet, but he was near it. His heart fell as he realised he was magically defenceless; his wand was in his coat back at the table! "Bring him here." a woman's voice. Someone heaved him up under his arms and then he was being dragged across the floor. Harry opened his eyes and saw a trail of blood stream out from under his feet as he was dragged. His head was bleeding badly. The last thing he heard was stone sliding as he was shifted into a passageway. Then, as unconciousness rushed upon him, he heard his female captor say, "Take him to the chamber."
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Saturday 23 February 2008 01 37 40 am in topic:The Next Generation THe Headmaster paused for a moment. "Miss Rouselle," he started. "Have you told me everything?" he peered at her over his glasses. Geneve looked at her headmaster. He was taller than her, and had black hair. His face was shaven clean, and his robes were imaculate. She tried to judge how old he was... maybe 50 years old? 'What do you mean, sir?" she said. "I mean to say, " he said, "Is there anything else that might have happened before this? Something to connect what has happened to our professor." Geneve couldn't help it. She felt her face go hot. Her head started to hurt. She stumbled and then steadied herself on the desk. The Headmaster approached her. "Leave me alone!" she shrieked, and backed away defensively. The headmaster looked afronted. "I was just checking if you were alright?" he said, his face very concerned. "Are you ok, Geneve?" Authur started to come forward too. Geneve couldn't help it, she backed herself against the wall, holding her hands over her ears. It was like before. She closed her eyes. And then she could here it, a man's voice "......... it was snowing earlier..... " it said. And then the piercing sound of nails on a chalkboard. She fell to the floor, the burning on her back too much to bear as words etched their way into the headmasters wall.
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Tuesday 29 January 2008 05 39 56 pm in topic:Deathly Hallows WILL be split into 2 movies! *Update* If ONLY. It's too bad all of us HP fans on this forum are scattered all over the world. I have no true die hard fans here anymore to hang out with.. ppl have moved on! I remember when it was so easy to find a dozen ppl willing to dress up to go to the movies. When I go and I see others dressed up I run up to them and say 'awesome costume!" but.. not many do it anymore. (I live in a big city)
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Tuesday 15 January 2008 12 22 37 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within Here's the next chapter! I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm not changing the Weasley-Potter family to reflect Jo's family tree. If I wasn't so far into the story, I would have. The characters I invented already have roles in this story, so it would require a good bit of work to change it, especially the Christmas chapters. And the Quidditch parts. Plus I'm rather fond of them now. Chapter 20: Discoveries The party in the Gryffindor common room lasted well into the evening. Most of the Gryffindors did not even go down for dinner. Albus's cousins had managed to bring a good bit of food up to the common room, so there was really no need to go to the Great Hall. Harry left shortly before dinner, though, so he could join the rest of the staff for the meal. "Honestly, I'll never get any work done with this noise," Rose sighed. She, Albus, John, and Amanda were sitting around one of the tables in the common room eating sweets. Rose was the only one trying to get any work done. "Why bother? You've still got tomorrow," John commented, "Hey, I got your dad, Albus." John held up a Chocolate Frog card. "I don't see why everybody's got to party so late into the evening," Rose said, "It wasn't that spectacular a win. Slytherin was dreadful." "That's the point," John told her, "Slytherin's usually got a pretty good team. It's the principle of the thing. Gryffindor and Slytherin are huge rivals, and when we beat them, it's a reason to celebrate. Even if they're rubbish." "Whatever," Rose put her fingers in her ears and continued to read. "And their new Seeker's horrible," Albus said, "I bet she couldn't see the Snitch if it was right in front of her face." "Yeah, she's no match for James," John agreed, "I've heard from some of the older students that he's as good as Ted Lupin was." "Well, he should be," Albus laughed, "Teddy's been training him ever since James could get on a broom. I think they started when James was about five." "But he's got it in his blood, too," Amanda chimed in, "I mean, Albus, your dad was the best Seeker Gryffindor's ever seen. And your Uncle Charlie was a great Seeker, too." "Yup," Albus grinned, "Quidditch is a high priority in my family." "Guess Rose just didn't get any of those Quidditch genes," John poked Rose and she jumped. "Shut it, John," Rose told him, "Where's Matt?" "Still sleeping," Albus said, glancing at the door to the dormitories, "Been there ever since the end of the match." "Well, why don't you go check on him?" Rose suggested. "All right," Albus got up from his chair and walked to the dormitory. When he got there, he saw that Matt was sound asleep in his bed. "Matt!" Albus whispered, "Hey, Matt! Get up!" Albus lifted Matt's arm up and it fell limply back onto the mattress when he let go. "Wake up!" Albus shouted a little louder. "Huh? Wha'?" Matt groggily lifted his head and grimaced. "You all right?" Albus asked with a look of concern on his face. "Ugh," Matt groaned and sat up. "What time is it?" "Almost five," Albus told him. "Ohh," Matt slowly got up off the bed and swayed, "I've got to go to the Hospital Wing." "Well, I'll take you," Albus grabbed Matt's arm so he wouldn't fall. "No, I'll be fine," Matt said. "No, I'm taking you," Albus insisted. Matt did not protest any further and leaned on Albus for support. They made their way down into the common room, where the party was still in full swing. Albus led Matt straight out of portrait hole and into the corridor towards the Hospital Wing. "C'mon, we're almost there," Albus said as they walked down a flight of stairs. "I think I'm going to be sick," Matt groaned and clutched his stomach. "It's ok, we'll be there soon," Albus winced under Matt's weight. Matt was leaning on Albus more and more by the minute, "Madam Pomfrey will fix it." "No she won't. She can't," Matt's voice wavered as he talked. "Here we are," Albus opened the door to the Hospital Wing and led Matt inside. Madam Pomfrey was waiting and rushed over to Albus and Matt. "It's ok, dear, come on," she pulled Matt away from Albus and let him lean on her, "I'll take it from here, Albus. You'd best go back to your common room." Albus turned to leave, but not before seeing Madam Pomfrey soothing Matt, who had started to cry. Albus shut the door, wishing he could do something to help. Matt seemed to be doing worse this month than he had the past months. He hadn't seemed any different during the past few days, but maybe he was just good at hiding his emotions. Albus had forgotten to focus on figuring out what Matt was feeling in the days leading up to the full moon due to being preoccupied with homework and Occlumency lessons. Why did this month seem worse? What was going on? Albus pondered these thoughts as he walked slowly back to the common room. How could he convince Matt that it would be safe to tell Albus his secret? Would he ever tell? And more importantly, was there anything anyone could do to help? "Something troubling you, Potty?" a cold voice said. Albus looked up and saw Quinton Willinson, flanked by two other Slytherns, standing at the top of the stairs that Albus was climbing. "Fancy a stroll by yourself?" "Go away, Willinson," Albus growled as he reached the top of the stairs. "It's a free castle. Not curfew yet. I'm free to wander the corridors just as you are, Potty," Willinson sneered at Albus. "Just leave me alone," Albus tried to walk past him, but the other two Slytherins blocked his path. "No, don't think I will. I still haven't forgotten that Exploding Eclair," Willinson said, drawing his wand and pointing it at Albus, "I know it was you." "How?" Albus asked nervously as he drew his own wand and pointed it at Willinson. "I just do," Willinson snapped his fingers and his cronies pulled out their wands and pointed them at Albus, "And now you'll pay." "Expelliarmus!" Albus shouted, and Willinson's wand flew out of his hand and landed on the floor. A split second later, two jets of light came from the other two Slytherins's wands and hit Albus in the chest. Before he knew what was happening, he stumbled backwards and fell down the stairs. He blacked out halfway down, and the last thing he saw was Willinson and his two friends running in the opposite direction. ***** "You have no idea who did it, then?" Albus heard his dad ask. "No, when Neville found him, there was no sign that anybody else had been there," Madam Pomfrey whispered. "Well, when I find out who did it, there'll be trouble," Albus heard a bang and he figured his dad had just slammed his fist onto something hard. "Harry, please be a bit quieter. I'm sure whoever it is will be punished." "I'll be sure of that." Albus opened his eyes and looked around, he was in the Hospital Wing. Judging by the darkness outside, it must have been the middle of the night. He had no idea how many hours had passed, but he guessed it must have been quite a few. Albus tried to sit up, but was immediately hit by a searing pain in his head and had to lay back down. Harry rushed over upon seeing that he was awake, "Albus! What on earth happened?" "How'd I get here?" Albus groaned. Harry bent over and hugged Albus tight. "Ouch!" Albus winced. "Really, Harry, I've only just healed those bones!" Madam Pomfrey pulled Harry away. "Neville found you a couple hours ago. You were laying unconscious at the bottom of one of the staircases. It was obvious you'd fallen down, but it looked like someone had stunned you as well. You've got a cracked skull, a few broken ribs, and a broken arm." Harry answered, once he sat down in the chair next to the bed. "But who did it?" "Quinton Willinson, and two other Slytherins I don't know," Albus told him. "What year are they in?" "Willinson's a seventh year, I dunno about the others," Albus answered. Harry slammed his hand onto the bedside table and stood up, "Seventh year?! Bloody hell! What in the name of Merlin's saggy left-" "Harry, calm down!" Madam Pomfrey rushed over to pick up the water jug that had fallen off the table. "Sorry," Harry resumed his seat, "But honestly, what seventh year gangs up on a first year?" "Victoire and Amy Eckerton warned me. They said he picks a first year every year to torment. And they told me not to go anywhere alone, because he never picks a fight unless you're alone. Apparently he's not a very good dueler. But I totally forgot about that when I took Matt here," Albus looked around at the empty beds around him, "By the way, where is he?" "Nothing to worry about now," Madam Pomfrey said shortly. "Well, Willinson will be getting detention, and loads of it. And those two other Slytherins as well. I'll be talking to Slughorn," Harry muttered. "Oh, Dad, I disarmed Willinson!" Albus said excitedly, "I'd forgotten about that. Right after I disarmed him, the other two stunned me and I fell down the stairs." Harry grinned, "Brilliant. You're great at disarming. And if the other two weren't there, you'd have been fine. But, it's hard to disarm three wizards at once." "It's getting late, I think you'd better give Albus a chance to sleep, Harry," Madam Pomfrey came over holding a goblet of potion. "All right," Harry stood up and gave Albus a gentle hug, "I'll be back in the morning. G'night, Al, I love you." "Love you, too," Albus awkwardly hugged his dad back, "Good night." "I've got a potion to help you sleep," Madam Pomfrey handed him the potion, "Drink up." Albus took the goblet and downed it in one gulp. "Knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up here," Madam Pomfrey muttered, "Potters seem to be unable to keep themselves out of this place..." ***** "What happened, Poppy?" Albus heard someone ask. "Bad transformation, really bad," Madam Pomfrey replied grimly. "What can you do?" the voice asked, Albus recognized it now as Neville. "I'm really not sure," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "I'll administer the usual potions and heal the bones, but other than that... I've got to contact St. Mungo's." "I'll do it," Neville announced, "Is Albus ok?" "He'll be fine," Madam Pomfrey assured him, "I'll keep him here until tomorrow morning." Albus heard Neville leave and Madam Pomfrey tug the curtains shut around one of the beds. She moved quickly around the room whispering to herself and loudly grabbing bottles off of shelves. Albus opened his eyes briefly and saw that the bed at the end of the row had the curtains shut. That's where Matt was. And Albus had been right. He was a werewolf. Any doubt that Albus had was gone. He felt sick with dread at the thought of Matt going through that transformation every month. Stuck with a curse that prevented him from living a normal life. Albus knew what life was like for a werewolf. He heard about Teddy's dad's life. After Hogwarts, what would Matt do? Would he be able to get a job? "Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray, "Good, eat up." "Is Matt going to be ok?" Albus asked nervously. "Never you mind," Madam Pomfrey answered as she walked back to Matt's bed and disappeared behind the curtains. She spent much of the next hour bustling back and forth between Matt's bed and her office, where Albus could see her consulting books and mixing potions. Albus watched her and noticed she looked much more worried than usual. What was going on? Neville returned about an hour later, followed by a tall, balding man in lime green robes. Albus recognized them as Healer robes. Madam Pomfrey came out from behind the curtains when she heard the door open and walked quickly over to the two men. "I'd better go find Amy, Poppy," Neville announced. "Yes, I suppose you should," Madam Pomfrey answered, "Poor dear will be worried sick when she sees him." "I know," Neville sighed and left the room. Madam Pomfrey turned to the other man, "Oh, good, they've sent you, Healer Sterling," she welcomed the Healer with a sigh of relief, "I was afraid they'd send one of the new Healers." "No, no, I insisted that they send me," Healer Sterling assured her, "I'm the one in charge of the study-" Madam Pomfrey cut him off and gestured to Albus's bed, "Shush! We'll discuss it shortly. Albus, why don't you finish your breakfast?" "I'm not hungry," Albus mumbled. Madam Pomfrey's face softened, "Albus, Matt will be ok. You mustn't worry." "But what's going on?" Albus asked, "I've already figured it out. I know he's a werewolf." "Be that as it may, I cannot inform you about the situation," Madam Pomfrey said as she and Healer Sterling walked towards Matt's bed, "Now, it's best for you to get some rest." Madam Pomfrey drew her wand, muttered a spell, and she and the two men disappeared behind the curtains. Albus knew she had casted the Muffliato charm on him. He had witnessed his parents using that spell before. He sighed and picked at his eggs, but he really couldn't eat anything. He knew that Madam Pomfrey really was not sure whether Matt would be ok. Albus sat pondering about what could be wrong, when a loud bang jolted him out of his thoughts. Albus turned around in his bed and noticed that the banging was coming from the door. Madam Pomfrey ran out from behind the curtains and headed towards the door. "Who's there?" she shouted. "Rose Weasley," Albus heard his cousin's voice, "Why are the doors locked? Can't we come in and see Albus?" "I'd rather you didn't. I've got another student in here who needs quiet," Madam Pomfrey said through the closed door. "Is it Matt?" Rose asked, "Because he's still not back yet." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Yes." "We'll be quiet," Rose answered, "I promise." "Oh, all right," Madam Pomfrey opened the door, "But only for a little while." Rose walked through the door, followed by John, Amanda, and James. "Oh, Albus, are you all right?" she whispered as they neared Albus's bed. "I'll be fine," Albus told them. "What on earth happened? Never saw you after you took Matt here last night," John asked. He, James, Amanda, and Rose sat down on the bed next to Albus's. "Met up with Willinson," Albus groaned, "Him and two other Slytherins." "He's trouble, I tell ya," James shook his head, "Drove me mad until Victoire talked to him last year." "Yeah, well, he doesn't seem to be listening to Victoire this year, does he?" Albus responded, "Anyway, I disarmed him, but his two friends stunned me at the same time and I fell down the stairs. Got knocked out halfway down and woke up here." "Whoa, are you ok?" Amanda asked. "I'm fine. Got a few broken bones, but they're healed now. My head still hurts, though," Albus rubbed his forehead. "We were so worried when you were still gone this morning," Rose told him, "Went straight to Uncle Harry's office and he told us you were here. By the way, he said he'd be visiting later this morning." "Dad was here last night, too," Albus said, "He's really angry about it. He's going to give Willinson loads of detention." John grinned, "Excellent. He'll finally be getting what he deserves." "Well, I've got to get going. Quidditch practice," James announced as he got up from the bed. "But you just had a match yesterday," Rose shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Sunday's one of our usual practice days," James reminded her. "Glad you're better, Albus." James waved and left the room. As he left, Neville, Victoire, and Amy came rushing through. Amy ran straight to Matt's bed with tears in her eyes and Neville following quickly behind. Victoire stared at her questioningly, but turned to Albus's bed. "I told you not to go anywhere alone!" she sighed. "I know!" Albus replied, "Sorry. I was just taking Matt here. He was pretty sick last night, and it didn't occur to me that I'd be walking back to the common room alone." "Oh, I understand that," Victoire answered, "But just be careful from now on." "I will," Albus assured her. Sometimes, it felt like his older cousins were just extra parents. "Well, Uncle Harry's furious, so I don't think you'll have to worry much anymore," Victoire told him, "I heard him talking to Slughorn earlier. Apparently, Harry and Professor Longbottom are going to take turns overseeing his detentions and let's just say he's not going to have much free time in the coming weeks." "Good," Albus responded. "I'd better be off," Victoire said, "I'm due to tutor Mark in Transfiguration in a few minutes. I was just with Amy, she started getting hysterical when Neville came and found her in the common room. But she wouldn't tell me what's going on. I don't suppose you know?" "Nope," Albus said. "Well, I'll see you later," Victoire started to head towards the door, "Whatever it is, I hope Matt's ok." "Ok, now that she's gone, I've got to tell you about Matt," Albus whispered, "Come closer, I don't want Madam Pomfrey to hear." Rose, John, and Amanda climbed onto Albus's bed. "What about him?" John asked. "He's a werewolf," Albus muttered. "What?" John exclaimed a bit too loudly, "How do you know for sure?" "Shush!" Albus whispered, "He wasn't here last night when I woke up. And this morning, Professor Longbottom and Madam Pomfrey brought him here, but he was unconscious." "I knew it," Rose whispered. "Anyway, Madam Pomfrey said he'd had a really bad transformation," Albus told them, "He's still unconscious. And there's a Healer from St. Mungo's here. They're all behind the curtains on Matt's bed. They won't tell me anything. They casted Muffliato, so I can't hear anything." "Figures," Rose groaned, "Adults never let us know anything." "Yeah," Albus agreed, "But what are we going to do about Matt?" "Well, we've got to figure out how to tell him we know," John answered. "I don't know about that," Albus responded, "There's a reason he's not telling us. I think we should let him tell us." "How do we hide that we don't know, Albus?" John asked. "We just do," Albus said adamantly, "Anyway, it's got to be harder for Matt to keep this secret than us hiding the fact that we know. He's got to tell us sooner or later." "I think Albus is right, John," Rose agreed, "He'll tell us soon. This has got to be something he tells us. He has to be ready." "Fine," John sighed. The four friends sat in silence for a moment, succumbing to their own thoughts about Matt's lycanthropy. Madam Pomfrey and Healer Sterling came rushing out behind the curtains, and once they did, the Muffliato charm broke. "I think I can treat him here, Poppy," Sterling said to Madam Pomfrey, "I don't think there's any need to move him to St. Mungo's, unless he gets worse." "Oh, good," Madam Pomfrey sighed with relief, "That must mean it's not as bad as I thought." "No, it's not quite that bad. It will take a while to treat, but he will recover perfectly fine," Sterling assured her, "Right now I've got to take these notes back to St. Mungo's and consult with some other Healers. I'll also contact his parents. I should be back sometime in the afternoon. Just keep administering the potions every hour until then." "I'll see you later, then," Madam Pomfrey bade him goodbye as he left the room. "I think it's time for you three to leave," she announced, "Mr. Potter needs his rest and he's got to take a few more potions." "See you, Albus," John got up and started towards the door. "Bye," Amanda followed behind John. "Glad you're ok," Rose got up, "When do you get to leave?" "Tomorrow morning," Madam Pomfrey answered. "Can we see Matt?" Rose asked. "Absolutely not," Madam Pomfrey said sternly, "He's in no condition for visitors." "Ok, ok," Rose responded, "Bye, Albus." "Bye."
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Sunday 13 January 2008 09 23 32 pm in topic:The Next Generation Geneve stood tall in her new Hogwart's robes. Her mother told her to hold her head up and not be afraid. Geneve scanned the faces of the students in the Great Hall. She pulled a stray, black curl away from her eyes. Her name would come close to the end. She wondered about where she would be sorted. She looked at Gryfindor house and felt her heart sink. HIS house, she thought. And then she looked over at the Slytherin group and wondered if she would fit in there. She hated that she was magical. Her mother had not been, and she never knew her father. And yet, when Geneve recieved her letter from Hogwarts, her mother was thrilled. "Geneve Riddle, you have been accepted into Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Geneve had shortly after been given a brief history of her magically heritage. Surprisingly, she had taken it rather well, and was eager to explore what the magical world had to offer her. The group of first years moved forward as more and more of them were sorted.
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Thursday 10 January 2008 05 25 11 pm in topic:The Next Generation Galena walked back to the first years. They were all looking nervous. She smiled at them as she remembered being a scared first year. A few of the students were whispering amongst themselves, but stopped once they noticed Galena "They're ready," she told them. Galena walked back to the Great Hall and was followed by the new students. As they walked towards the Sorting Hat. Galena turned around and the first years stopped abruptly. After a few seconds, the Sorting Hat burst into song. A few of the first years jumped, Galena figured they were Muggle-born. The Sorting Hat spent a few minutes singing about the founders of Hogwarts and then fell silent. "When I call your name, you'll put on the hat and it will announce your house," Galena announced. She pulled a list out of her robes and read the first name. "Aster, Brent," a tall, black haired boy ran forward and put the hat on. After a few seconds it called out, "Ravenclaw!" "Boeing, Victoria," a short blond girl with freckles stumbled towards the stool. After quite a few minutes, the hat announced, "Hufflepuff!" "Brennan, Olivia," a red haired girl with braids slowly walked forward and tried on the hat. She became the first Gryffindor. Galena glanced at the list, she vaguely recognized both of the boy's last names, and read, "Clearwater-Weasley, Piers."
GodrictheGriffon Joined: 27 December 2006 Posts: 3716 Location: Beside the veil, waiting for Sirius.... And Midnight! I wonder how long your location can be?....	Posted: Thursday 27 December 2007 10 32 11 am in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 The first game had been an interesting one to the least. It was likely that no one would be forgetting the mess of bodies and blood that now littered the once sparkling, emerald green field for awhile. Lily, Misty, and Rowena stood with the rest of the team. Wondering what to do next and staring down at a crumpled form in Hogwarts' robes.
Phoenix in the Ashes Joined: 23 January 2005 Posts: 5120 Location: Wandering around the RPG Area	Posted: Wednesday 26 December 2007 09 23 24 pm in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 Down in the centre of the stadium was a small group of figures. They were dressed in blue and gold robes, and were shooting spells at a furious pace into the stands. Most were curses, and some were of a terrifying green colour. Just as it had been transfixed by awe moments earlier, the crowd began screaming and rushing out of the stadium. One of the Italian players was hit by a curse, fell from his broom, and hit the ground with a bone-cracking thud. The attackers spread out to all corners of the stadium. It seemed that there were about thirty of them. All security staff at the stadium was quickly overcome, and the mysterious group spread out further, with more violent curses being sent out in all directions. The Quidditch players fled on their brooms, and powerful spells were sent their way. Out of the corner of his eye, Dinas saw the terror unfolding to plan. He saw one of the Hogwarts players stunned from their brooms and fall to the ground, the others oblivious to it taking place. Another of the Italian players lost control of their broom in shock, and drove themselves into the ground. As the surviving spectators, players and organisers headed toward the campsite or apparated to call for help and escape, they were chased by the mob of sorcerers. Those that couldn't escape were finally surrounded, ringed around by their attackers, who were ruthless and powerful. The Hogwarts group stared around at each other, and the scattered bodies lying on the ground. At least one of the team was dead, but who was it? And as the head attacker approached the central group with his wand held high, he spoke in a gruff voice as though giving an order to one person, instead of the whole group. "Now be careful, you," he said. "Don't get carri-!" A loud blast echoed around the forest, and he was knocked back several metres and flung hard into a tree, where he fell unconscious. When the crowd turned around to face their bold defender, they found that it was the middle-aged professor that had organised the tournament from scratch in his office at Hogwarts. It was Terrin Dinas. "Now, who are you people?" he shouted to the hooded warriors that wore blue and gold. "And what is the meaning of this?" Robed figures started to appear all around the forest, and it was apparent that these were rather belated reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic. After all, no one had expected anything to go very wrong at what was intended to be a tournament of unity, so it was very much a surprise when the Ministry was notified. Dinas was told to step aside by Aurors from the Ministry, but he refused. "This is my tournament!" he shouted. "Look what they've done! Who are you people?" he demanded again. The apparent second-in-command of the group walked foward and faced the head Auror, and ordered his comrades to raise their wands. "We are the Muggle-Born Liberation Society!" he shouted. "We seek to free ourselves from those who have done nothing but persecute us for centuries! From the scum that has continually sat by and done nothing to prevent our extermination!" "Now, see here," began the head Auror, "I don't know what you've-" "Enough! MLS will not listen to your false words and promises any more. It will not be so long before a pure-blood wizard gains power and murders even more of our innocents." "Just as you have today?" The Auror began. "Today is nothing," the wizard spat. "Nothing." He raised his wand and shot a killing curse at the Auror, who ducked out of the way. The Auror hoped that it did not hit someone in the crowd behind him. All at once, the tournament invaders fired twenty-nine unforgivable curses at the crowd, most of but not all of which were blocked by the Ministerial defenders. A gigantic battle ensued, with the upper-hand switching between the MLS and the Aurors many times. But eventually the attackers were overcome as more reinforcements were sent by the Ministry, and some of the crowd joined in the battle. When the fight was over, Dinas wandered over to the fallen leader of the MLS, and called to the crowd and the Aurors. "Now, let us see who leads these people," he said. With a disgusted look on his face, he lifted up the unconscious man's hood. It was Bruno Archibald, Minister for Magic. The crowd stared, stunned with shock. But as the crowd was transfixed by the image of the Minister's face in the blue and gold robes, Dinas leant down next to the body and casually pulled his wand out. Looking to see if his actions were going unnoticed, it didn't appear that anyone was paying any attention to him. He stretched out his wand behind the unconscious Minister, so that it was out of view. Hidden, he slowly curled the wand around in his fingers until it faced Archibald's back. Looking innocently upward, as if staring at the clear blue sky, Terrin Dinas whispered two terrible words that were inaudible to all but him. "[i]Avada Kedavra[/i]." The crowd stared on, noticing no difference.
Scarlet Lioness Joined: 14 May 2005 Posts: 3787 Location: Music Studio in the depths of the Castle.	Posted: Monday 3 December 2007 02 38 30 am in topic:Hogwarts '06/7 Being woken up early didn't please the team at all. It was followed with many yawns, rubbing of eyes and dirty looks thrown at Dinas when he wasn't looking. "Alright guys, enough of the grumpyness, we should be glad, even though it is 6am, that we get to practise..." She grumbled the 6am part. "Get up, get dressed into your Robes, and meet me outside.. AT least one of us is acting like a Captain" she aimed the last part at Mortin who still lay in bed. She quickly dressed, and was the first outside, followed by Lily.