RPG: Dark Times [Suspended]

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Edward thought he recognised the older boy talking to him.

"Y-yes I am. You're Prince Al, right?"

[choki]

"Uh...yeah...Prince Al is what the media calls me...but just Al will do," Alphonse responsed.

"You're from the Bones!" Al exclaimed. But then, he noticed the sad expression on the young boy's face. Al recalled reading on the Daily Prophet about some cold blooded murders.

Bones...Amelia Bones

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

"Yes... Edward Bones - it's alright," he added. "War is..." he couldn't say it. "I'll be fine, anyway."

[choki]

"Where are you leading to? Diagon Alley?" Alphonse asked, trying to change the depressing topic.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

"Yes - yes I am. We are, I suppose," he pointed to his family in The Leaky Cauldron.

[choki]

"I see... well guess I won't be disturbing you with your family," said Alphonse. With that, he gave a small goodbye wave and started to walk in the opposite direction, towards the muggle shopping district ahead.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Edward thought about it a little to himself.

He ran after Alphonse.

"They won't mind," he said, "if I join you."

[choki]

"Oh... well, let's just take a walk..." Alphonse responsed.

It was a fairly bright day and the muggles on the street were strolling happily, enjoying the warm spring. As peaceful and tranquil as it seemed, the omen of the a looming darkness grew nearer and nearer. It would be a matter of time before the two teenage wizards would face their deadliest enemy so far...

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

With every step Edward took he thought more and more of his aunt. Indeed, before long he had been knocked over by a rapidly moving young wizard that couldn't see Edward there.

He lay on the ground for a moment.

[choki]

Alphonse acted quickly by getting Edward back on his feet. The young male also had offered his arm to Edward.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Edward suddenly felt odd. It was a sort of cold feeling.

He couldn't move his legs - or anything else. He felt like crying out, but he couldn't. He...

Act normal, said a voice in his head. Suggest a drink in the nearest place.

"Would you like a drink, Alphonse?"

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Celistine sat at her desk. Nothing had seemed much fun since she found out that she couldn't go back to Hogwarts. Except perhaps dancing. She stood and did a few steps. Grand jete, fiee kick, plia, pirouette. "Celistine!" her dad cried from downstairs, "stop that infernal stomping!" Celistine sighed. Her parents didn't know she had been secretly taking dance lessons ever since she was 3. She sighed again, went over to her bed, layed down, and miserably tried to fall asleep. Her dreams were filled with her ballet shoes being burned, and hooded people pushing her into endless holes.

[GodrictheGriffon]

Sirius sat in a room full of other girls. They stayed far away from her. They were always whispering things about her behind her back like:What's the witch doin? Is she talking to her little gallows bird again?
I hate the way they always speak of Cedric, my raven. He's smarter than any of them.

The orphanage had been her home for as long as she coukd remember. Until she turned 11. That was when a mysterious man calling himself by the name of Professor Albus Dumbledore took her away to a magical school full of Magic. She would be condemmed for the rest of her days as an underaged-witch in the dreadful orphanage of Pity Days. For the next four years.

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Celistine awoke with a start. It was 9:00. she got up and got dressed. Then she went outside and walked to the Leaky Couldron and went into Diagon Alley. It was empty, except the owners of the shops. She looked again. There was someone there. She looked yet again, and the person was gone. Celistine sat down at a nearby table and started to write a letter to Sirius, one of her best friends who lived at an orphonage.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

In his agony, Edward tried to shout out - but he couldn't.

It was as though he was under someone's power. Again he tried to shout, but all that came out what a gasp.

You will listen to me, the voice in his head said. I am your master, and you are my servant. Do not fail me, Edward.

Do not fight it, my servant.

You are mine.

Edward remembered now the last words of his aunt - the last time they had spoken together, in front of the fire on the last happy night the Bones Mansion would ever see, it seemed:

"We live in dark times, Eddy," she had said. "We live in dark times..."

"Dark times..." That was his last thought, before his thoughts were extinguished under the the power of an Imperius curse.