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Reminiscing.; It's coming! (open: read my last post!)
Topic Started: Nov 24 2010, 11:58 AM (1,242 Views)
Henry Shanks
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It was a month into the semester, and Henry had felt so positive about being back to the school, that he had almost completely disregarded any problems. The period had been, granted, longer than Henry had ever stayed away from the school, and he hadn't done it lightly. Yet sometimes things needed to be done, things that he couldn't possibly entrust anyone else with, if for wanting to be the only one that could carry the blame in the end. For quite a while previously, he had felt that he needed to keep contact with people who might be able to help, when his foreboding would turn out to be true (although he hoped not). Even more after he had arrived back in his office at the end of summer, on a pleasantly sunny day, he had felt it. It was noon and he was reading the Daily Prophet in his office, wanting to find out if anything out of the ordinary had happened, but he wasn't surprised when his search was in vain. He had, in the end, resorted to sitting by the window and reading (or more precisely, trying to read) a book. He couldn't even concentrate, but he kept trying to will the will to read. After a while, though, he had completely given up and taken to looking out the window down the path to the gates of the Hogwarts grounds.

((Prelude added.))

It had taken Henry more than 10 minutes to get to the Trophy Room from his office, for an inexplicable reason, given that the two were merely one staircase and half a corridor apart. No, he had deliberately prolonged the way here, but he knew what he had to do and that it was inevitable. He loathed saying those words, but he knew that it was safer this way, not only for him, but for everyone. He had thought of a way to fix everything, like he always did. Talk to someone. Cast a spell. Brew a potion. But alas, there came things when magic was not enough to fix something. And that only happened once: when it was confronted with magic of similar strength. He admitted he didn't know exactly the strength of the ... could he call them opposing forces? Yes, he probably could, for lack of a better word. But he was not risking everything for the foolishness of being brave, when there were other things at steak too.

Inhaling deeply as he finally opened the door to the trophy room, he took a second to take in his surroundings. Surroundings that he would likely not see again as soon as he would like to. He didn't even start to look at the trophies on the near side of the left wall. Instead he just walked in, quietly, so as to not disturb the dust in the place, and waited. He didn't know if his message had been received. And he hoped most of all that it had not been intercepted by the wrong people... although as far as he could tell, not many people knew who were the 'wrong people' anymore. Him included.

After he had spent enough time just mindlessly gazing at the surroundings, with little longing Henry headed his hand toward the inside of his robe, whence he took one small crumpled bit of paper, torn at the edges and barely readable anymore. He knew exactly what it said, but he loathed reading the unbearable words again. The look on his face on first receiving the note had been of pure shock. He usually felt prepared, but in face of this he had no idea what to do. What had been even more surprising was that the message had been delivered by his own owl, bewitched into thinking it was a message from her master that had been impossible to deliver. He felt pity for the poor creature as it rapped its beak furiously at his hands and the letter while he was trying to free it from the curse. His hands had mostly healed since the night before, only his right ring finger showed a couple of cuts. But he would have taken the pain rather than do what he had to do.

Looking back to just over a month ago, he realised that, deep inside, he had felt it would come to this, but he had kept the hope. Today, he would finally have that overdue conversation whose place had been replaced with pleasantries in the mean time. Today, he would have to read the ... message, a message that beared a clear message, even though it could be smelled drifting through the air for so long. Knowing it would do no good to read the infamous piece of parchment again until the arrivals of the people he expected, Henry treaded slowly toward the few trophies he usually came here to look at. People he had known, and who had fought for a good cause. Where were they now, though? One of them driven insane, two of them abroad... yet another couple whose fates he didn't dare think about because he was trying to keep his composure. And... ah. Of course. He wouldn't forget that name, most likely, but except for this one trophy he had, quite literally, brainwashed himself. Every news article that he would have come across, every time he would have heard the name spoken... even if he were to see the person face to face, he wouldn't remember anything, except perhaps a vague tinge of regret. The trophy just brought him a déjà-vu like nothing else, and he knew what it meant. It meant that pursuing it further was out of the question.

((Clarification: This is currently open only for Lily and Ilu. It might (and probably will) open, slightly later, for everyone.

Edited to include prelude.))
Edited by Henry Shanks, Nov 24 2010, 01:18 PM.
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 ▞ Iluvater Methedras 
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Iluvater had been sitting around his offices high up in on the seventh floor of Hogwarts absent-mindedly rifling through his papers that lay on the desk, old Hogwarts organizational charts, Hufflepuff time tables and a huge stack of class notes. After all Iluvater had taught both the Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures classes but now they were old, frayed at the edges and yellow. He glared at them contemptuously before jabbing his wand furiously at the pile of parchment. They soared into the air they flew towards an open cabinet, storing themselves alphabetically fitting neatly one on-top of another.

Iluvater sighed pointed his wanted at coffee table and conjured a pot of really hot tea and a flowery mug with a badger on it, placing the wand on his untidy table and rubbed his palms together. He was in the middle of pouring the himself a fresh cup. When inexpertly a large silvery animal burst though the Door the door office! Jumping and pouring the scolding contents over his hand, He swiped up his wand and turned to face the intruder.

He managed to stop himself mid hex, the half formed spell transfiguring Iluvater’s favourite chair into a large mushroom, for this silvery creature was not a real animal nor was it some vengeful spirit. It was a Patronus, as I gambled around him after a few moments study Iluvater realised it was a Marmot a beaver like creature, he’d only seen this once before. Only one person he knew had that form as his Patronus, and he’d sworn only to use it when it was the utmost urgency. He got up and went to his dresser and pulled out the dusty but still smart Hogwarts staff robe. He pulled them over his tatty muggle attire, straightened his now greying hair into something a looked presentable, and strode swiftly out of his office the glistening Marmot leading the way.

Soundlessly the Patronus lead him four floors down before eventually dissolving into silvery mist when the duo reached the Trophy Room. “The Trophy Room?” Thought Iluvater. “Why in the name of Merlin’s Beard would he want to meet in there.” Taking a deep breath he opened the door. At first he couldn’t see anyone, and was just starting to wondered whether this had been an elaborate prank, when he noticed an prone figure eyeing some award shields resplendent in a glass cabinet. There was no mistaking it, this time it really was. ’Him.’

Despite all the questions he wanted answering, all the reasons why he was left alone in an abandoned school for years, Iluvater amazingly managed to keep his composure. Restraining himself from hurling a trophy, or two, in Henry’s direction Iluvater cleared this throat as he walked forward his feet, which once were light and silent were now making heavy footfalls on the ground. “You summoned me, Headmaster? He asked whilst remaining polite, there was no cheerfulness in his voice and perhaps a hit of bitterness, all happiness had been drained out of his speech a long time ago.
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 ▞ Lily May 
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Lily had been sitting in the empty classroom on the sixth floor, Room 7, when the Patronus had summoned her. She had been remarkably bored, an infrequent sensation for her to say the least, in the Ravenclaw common room. She had wandered through the empty tower, visiting the various rooms she had lived in while a student herself at Hogwarts. She had always imagined that the Ravenclaw common room had to have been the best of them all. It was elegant, comfortable, and seemed to be a place that housed pure intellect and reason. Now that she was back at Hogwarts as the Deputy Headmistress and had visited each of the other common rooms, she knew she was correct. Gryffindor’s seemed too reckless, being guarded only by a portrait who required an extremely guessable password, and above all too red. Hufflepuff’s was simple, on the ground floor with absolutely nothing to comment on, other than what Lily supposed was viewed as the general ‘hominess’ of it. Of course, Slytherin’s, being in the dungeons, was cold, dark, lonely and depressing. Yes, Ravenclaw not only produced the best students, it was given the best environment in which to do so.

Discomforted by the lack of students in the common room, she had left to begin wandering around the sixth floor. She was slightly unsure how she had ended up in Room 7, as she had not paid much attention to her direction while meandering about the floor. Once inside, she had sat conjured a desk in the centre of the room and sat directly upon it, focused only upon her thoughts. Lily had recently come back to Hogwarts after an extremely long absence. She had yet to properly inform anyone of the reasoning behind this, and she wasn’t sure if she was quite ready to. She knew that she owed it to Henry and Iluvater, and that she would have to tell both of them. Iluvater because he deserved to know why she had abandoned him to lead, run, and protect the enormous castle all by himself, completely alone without any help. She would have to tell Henry simply because he was her boss; and generally bosses desire to know why their second-in-command forsake their post shortly after doing so themselves. Her reasoning had been sound at the time, but now looking back, she wasn’t so sure that Henry and Ilu would see as such. When she had heard, she knew she had to go and look for herself. Her hopes had been meagre, yet she clung onto them the entire time she was gone.

Lily suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when she saw something glowing by the door. She immediately recognized it as a Patronus, though not in a shape with which she was familiar. She stared at it for a moment, until it turned around and left the room. She was initially wary of following the Patronus, for she did not know who would desire her presence, and not merely send her a note. However, curiosity won over her mind. Taking her wand out and holding it securely at her side, she began to follow the Patronus. It guided her down three flights of stairs, and then into the Third Floor. Lily was confused by this, as the only things on this floor were her class, which was locked securely, the Ancient Runes class, which no one would be in, the Trophy Room, which served mainly as a place to clean for detention, and the boy’s bathroom that she couldn’t enter. She had passed both the bathroom and the Ancient Runes class when she saw that the door to the Trophy Room was wide open, oddly enough. Sure enough, the Patronus sped up in front of her, and turned into the room.

Lily walked right up to the door from the side, slightly anxious about entering. She did not look in immediately; instead choosing to calm herself and summon up some defensive spells in her brain in case she needed to use them suddenly. It was during this mental procedure that she heard the voice of Iluvater, apparently addressing Henry. All her worries immediately swept away from her body, though they were replaced with concerns that the two men were going to demand her to tell the story they were long overdue. She turned the corner and entered the room to see Henry near one of the cabinets, staring at a trophy, and Iluvater behind him, seeming rather unimpressed at being called by the Headmaster (and rightfully so.) Without thinking to put her wand away, Lily spoke, “So, I guess that was your Patronus then. It’s been a long time since I’ve been called by either one of you, my friends.”

((OOC: Sorry, I ran out of brain power by the end.))
Edited by Lily May, Nov 26 2010, 12:46 AM.
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Memories of the past month washed over Henry as he stood silently in the Trophy Room and stared at the trophies of long-forgotten former students of Hogwarts. He began to imagine that first day, gliding on the lake, the lights of the castle in the distance like a billion stars filling the night sky. He remembered looking at the sky and that one constellation that he hadn't forgotten since, yet for some unknown reason, he never remembered or bothered to look for it when he was out at night. He remembered, even though so vaguely, the faces next to him in the boat. The sights on the Hogwarts express as they speeded over hills and valleys. In a blur, a dozen images came rushing through his head all at once, every one of them seemingly trying to avoid his grasp, to prevent him from lingering on times long gone. He caught one of them, even despite being slightly unsure that he wanted to think about that for now. But he remembered it as if it were today.

He fondly remembered shaking hands with the statue all those times. The comfortable chairs. The light coming through the windows above... and possibly most of all those rounds doors. Everything tended to change though, so at one point in his sixth year the statue asked for retirement, and chose to move to a hallway on the fifth floor. He'd pass it every now and again, on his way to Divination, and it would smile at him. He had never spoken to it, even though he was almost sure it could talk, but he doubted it would have said much anyway. And he also doubted, no, he was sure, that not many students even recognised him now. At some point, he even noticed its features changing and starting to show signs of aging. That made him even more determined to make him go to Divination on Tuesday mornings. Slowly, he snapped back closer to the present, and remembered his first day back at Hogwarts. How everything had seemed so eerily out of place and how he felt the changes even in the air. Charms class. Wandering around the sixth floor corridors.

He never found him again. And he had not asked anyone what had become of it. Who was it that he could ask, anyway? Who notices when an old statue goes missing? Looking back on the years, he saw flashes of light, as he came closer and closer to the present. How he was on the grounds, watching a game of Quidditch as the news had come. Quidditch. He missed Quidditch, having not played it since his sixth year. Maybe it would have helped him to have something to take his mind off things with. He missed the thrill of being up in the air and trying to anticipate the opponents' moves. Yet, his thought suddenly rearranging themselves in his mind, he had more than a small portion of that right now. He could feast on it, share with other people and still have enough to give away.

Going back to the matter at hand, he stared intently at the cabinet, but he wasn't really staring at it, instead he was staring through it. A light whistle coming from the door let him know that it was time, finally. He smiled, as he knew it was headed for the next person. Why he smiled, Henry didn't know exactly, because it couldn't even see him right now as it was making its way back through the corridors of the immense castle. "Yes. It will just be a moment now." he said, all the while not turning back. He didn't feel proud of himself when he let people down in any way, as justified as the reason might be. He had dreaded this conversation, yes, but he also knew that it had been a long time coming and that he had to give at least some explanation. No, that was wrong. He had to explain everything as best as he could and hope they would understand. They had to.

Then a thought suddenly crossed his mind. Lily. He should have thought about it before, but it was too late to worry about it now. He just hoped Lily would trust it enough to come here. And, sure enough, it was not long before he could feel- no, actually see his patronus as it came and looked up at him for a second before vanishing. It was time. "You are probably wondering why I summoned you here, and rightfully so. I should have..." his voice trailed off as he realised it was not what he had intended to say. "But I guess I should start from the very beginning. And with the reasons that I left so unannounced in the first place." He shuddered for a bit, remembering that, but he had to go on nonetheless. "You probably also heard, or witnessed, some dark wizard groups forming a few years ago. Gathering followers, causing fear, committing... acts that nobody should ever be subjected to. What you didn't hear was that they tried to make me join them." He paused, and frowned slightly, as though he didn't remember any more what he wanted to say next. "But when I chose not to, it started getting out of hand." Henry cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "They started targeting. Muggles, wizards, no difference whatsoever."

He finally turned around to face Lily and Iluvater, his face looking visibly more aged than usual. "And that's when I had to make a choice. Stay here, and wait for them to come... or" his voice trailed off. He looked down. "Or prevent the war as best I could." Looking back up, he seemed to have gathered some strength, but he knew he was far from it. The hard part was yet to come. "I chose the second, and joined forces with the resistance. I still knew some people, and they were some of the bravest witches and wizards I ever had the honor to fight alongside." Henry swallowed, as he felt the corners of his eyes suddenly become pronouncedly moister. "And it worked, at first mostly. They were taken by surprise and some of their numbers fell into disarray. But they became more and more adept at finding the spies among them, and soon enough we were left with no leads. You could say it became, for a bit, a matter of guesswork to find where they were. And the attacks didn't stop. But they were swift, and they were gone before we could do anything. We did catch a few, but they were so low-ranking that they were unable to tell us much." It had been hard enough to speak this far, yet he had done it. He felt empowered and he decided not to waste any more time.

((Note: still not open to everyone! Hang in there :) ))
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 ▞ Iluvater Methedras 
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(OOC: Posted with wrong character XD)

Iluvater watched despondently as the silvery from of the Patronus vanish plunging making the room appear slightly gloomier, Henry had a lot explaining to do, and Iluvater was seething, it had better be good. He folded his arm a faint look on his face, as if he was tasting something rather unpleasant. “Yes, I have.” He grumbled keeping his anger covered, preventing it from overflowing. Iluvaters listened to Henry speak, with his hand in the robes of his pocket of his robes pressing down so forcefully he nearly burst though the seam. Iluvater gritted his teeth as The Headmaster, who he once held great respect for, mention the of evil magical groups. ‘Witnessed?!’ He thought furiously. Iluvater had not only ‘witnessed’ these wizarding groups forming but a fought two of them, Touch of Kedavra and the more well known Dark. Both of these groups had managed to infiltrate the castle Dark had done it more than one occasion in the past. Iluvater didn’t know whether if Henry was taking about one of these two groups, or whether it was something new and unknown.

Iluvater’s anger was temporarily subdued when The Headmaster dropped a bombshell, that who ever these dark wizards were, had made the offered to join them. That made Iluvater eyes softened slightly but hardened again when Henry spoke on. Hearing about these dark wizards and witches attacking defenceless muggles as well as wizarding folk, He burst his fist through the pocket of his robes. He thought back to two particular occasions, One where Touch of Kedavra and Dark had broken though the defences and had engaged in combat catching two prefects in the crossfire as well as damaging a portion of the wall. The second time had been last Christmas, taking advantage of the school being abandoned, Pyro, Leader of Dark had entered in the resulted in Iluvater being blasted of his feet and smashing into the floor. His memory was fuzzy due to the extreme blow to the head and no medical wizard around. If it hadn’t been for Stephen Natson, returning to the school at just the right moment , Iluvater was sure that he would have been killed.

When Iluvater saw Henry’s face he noticed how aged his looked, but he hard boarded not sympathy towards the man. When he spoke about ‘choices’ he stiffened and closed his eyes not believing what he was hearing him. The words, ‘I chose the second, and joined forces with the resistance.’ Iluvater’s eyes snapped open cold fury now blazed in his eyes. “When you should have been here!” He roared and seized the large silver ‘Quidditch Cup’ from off it’s pedestal and hurled it at The Headmaster, it missed Henry’s head by inches and shattered the glass cabinet behind him. “Your job is too look after this school! Not leave it!” He shouted, all his frustrations that had built up over the years boiling over. “Joining with ‘The Resistance’ were you?! What about the students you so willing left behind! Isn’t it your duty as a Headmaster of Hogwarts to defend the school?” He snarled his werewolf like tendencies starting to show. “Is that why you hired me?! Because you thought you could just casually past you duties off on me?!” Iluvater was now positively bellowing. “Good job I was one of the few who remained loyal and stood by it, watching practically every student and teacher abandoned this place!” Iluvater was blind with anger, driven on by the sting of betrayal.

Iluvater had momentarily forgotten that Lily was standing beside him or else he would has vented his anger on her as well, for she had vanished without a word as well. Now they had both decided to show up all these years and act as if they we’re friends.

He couldn’t help it, the pain, fury, resentfulness and all the negative feelings that had built up over the year, all the bad memories he had tried to wall off in his mind burst forward screaming there vivid images into his mind, red sparks crackled out of his wand, which he had unconsciously draw, it took all of Iluvater’s will power not to raise the wand and curse Henry with every spell he could think of. Henry’s exploits in capturing the low ranking dark wizard didn’t do much in calming Iluvater down. “And what do you expect us to do now? Headmaster putting every bit of emphasis on the last word as he could his wand was starting to shake he was gripping it so hard.
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It wasn't that he was surprised in the least, or that he hadn't expected it. Truth be told, Iluvater had all the right to be angry on Henry, along with everybody else in the school, after his sudden unannounced departure more than 3 years before. And during that whole time he had merely managed to come once or twice, not even then giving a real explanation of what he was doing, or where he had been, or where he was going. It might have been indeed that he was uninformed about some incidents that had happened at Hogwarts in the mean time, and Henry didn't assume that he knew everything not even when he was in his office everyday, let alone during the time he had not even caught a glimpse of the castle. Yet, somehow, he had thought he was doing the right thing back then, and he still thought it had not been such a bad choice, because he couldn't know what would have happened otherwise.

Henry closed his eyes for a moment when Iluvater shouted at him. He didn't say anything, because he knew he deserved it. Having closed his eyes, he didn't see that a trophy was flying his way until it was too late- but, thankfully, it merely grazed his hair and broke a glass behind him into dozens of pieces. He listened as the deputy headmaster went on about things that he had only assumed thus far, and now found them out as true. He sighed deeply, and try to think of a good thing to say at the moment, but completely failed. He saw sparks coming out of the tip of Iluvater's wand and, instinctively, he moved his hand toward his wand, but only slightly, stopping himself halfway. 'Let it be' he said. To calm himself down for a second, he half turned around and mumbled something under his breath. Moments later, the pieces of glass on the floor and inside the cabinet began to rearrange themselves, recreating the pane almost intact. There were still a few scratches visible, because Henry hadn't managed to muster enough concentration to focus the spell properly.

"Well, I guess that brings me to the main issue that I wanted to discuss tonight. There would arguably be no reason for me to bring up old history, but at the moment it's... quite relevant." He wasn't sure that was the word he wanted to use, but it seemed to work well enough. "It's not over yet. There's still, we think, at least one group of dark wizards that's been growing stronger and stronger. But they meet in such secrecy that it's been difficult to find anything out. We suspected somebody and planned to set a trap... but it would seem he just vanished." He looked around, unsure. "We have reason to believe now that not only did we once manage to infiltrate their ranks, but that they have somehow managed to keep spies in our midst, and we have been unable to locate them. We don't know who we can trust anymore. Just before you came, I disconnected from the others. They will notice it before long, but I plan to be done before that. And as much as I loathe this, I see no other alternative at the moment. There is just one person that I still keep contact with, and that is still able to contact me. They'll be meeting me shortly after this conversation."

Henry took a deep breath and stared around for a few moments. The castle, with its corners and winding staircases and complicated passageways. With the students bustling sleepily every morning into the Great Hall for breakfast. His office overlooking the grounds and whence he liked to watch the quidditch practices every once in a while. His warm quarters where he could be alone without anyone disturbing him, even if only for a few minutes before duty called him. His old classroom on the third floor. His even older classroom on the fifth, that was not even used for Charms anymore. The rooms that had come, that he had visited at some point, only for them to be gone the next day. The teachers, the old, the new... the students, that grew all the time. The statue on the sixth floor.

He would miss all of that if the worst was to happen, there was no doubting it. But, snapping out of his reverie, he took out the small piece of paper once again, his right ring finger twitching slightly on touching it. "I received this last night, delivered by my own owl. 'You were finally brave enough to go back. That's splendid, because we've had a surprise planned for you for the longest time.'" He paused, but not for long, because now he wanted to be done with it for good. "'And after we're done with you, we could sure use more eager followers to train in the dark arts. Or if they're not eager, we'll-'"

Henry was stopped short as the parchment turned blue and, just a moment after he had dropped it, it burst into powerful flames. "Protego!" he managed to shout just in enough time to stop the blue flames from engulfing the room. Catching his breath, he looked worriedly, first towards the door, then towards Lily and Iluvater. "They know. They know I've told you. It means I have less time than I thought."

Waving his wand quickly, out of the tip of his wand flowed a silvery substance that gathered to form the marmot that the others had already seen once. But the silvery substance didn't end, and soon there were eleven smaller creatures in front of his patronus, who was caressing one of the young. "Quickly!" As he said that, the marmot sent each of the young on their way, turned to look at Henry for a second, then headed quickly towards the door and stood, looking up and down the corridor. Henry closed his eyes briefly, to make sure everything was all right... at least for the time being.

((Topic is now OPEN. Teachers feel free to come, dark wizards as well ;). If students want to join, please find a good reason (you followed a teacher, you heard some noise etc.), and please only after a couple of teachers have joined!))
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The time has come, humanity put to the test of whether they should stand or fall; everyone would become consumed by this ever expanding darkness. Vince was one of many who lived on the borderland, fighting against the black thoughts of his mind in order to maintain his sanity. His sanity that had slowly corroded over time, now diving into the depths of a pool of insane feelings and emotions, disappearing ever so much each second he existed in this world. The thought that maybe one day his precious Eve would return to him kept him going, but that future was beginning to look bleak; now turning to embracing his side of chaos, ready to turn against the world as a whole. However, this was far from what Vince ever wanted.

‘It’s too quiet. This world has been silent too long…’ Vince thought, his red coat barely floating above the floor as he walked along an abnormally bright third floor. His thoughts began to mesh together within his own mind, his ability to think becoming less and less logical. For this reason, he avoided as much contact with the students that walked passed him constantly during this time of day. His wide-brimmed fedora styled red hat covered his face, however this did not keep any of the students from staring, now that rumors had been spread about the teacher being some lunatic who would change his moods constantly and act as if he’d completely lost his mind. Rumors stating he should be in an asylum, not teaching in such a school like Hogwarts; the press would have a fun time if they really understood how close to fact these rumors truly were.

Either way, it was easy to spot Vince thanks to his blood red outfit and deep yellow tinted glasses he wore all the time, setting him apart from every other teacher that would sit at the table in the Great Hall, or any being that walked the halls of Hogwarts themselves. He began to accept the fact that students were more than capable of being just as cruel as they were when he attended and that he was a true burden on Headmaster Shanks; wondering truly how he could hire someone who could get him criticized for all of his past and his current condition. It really was a cold place inside his twisted mind as everything would convulse and contort into whatever sick and perverse ideas that would depress Vince and slowly drive him closer to the point of creating chaos equivalent to his younger years.

Valentine’s train of thought was suddenly broken soon after when he heard a loud shriek down the hall as he noticed a man cloaked fully in man grabbing a small student, couldn’t be much older than twelve, and pointed its wand in his direction, ready to attack. Vince didn’t waste a second, he began to sprint forward; his body changing rather quickly, yet different from his normal animagus; avoiding his last mistake of destroying part of the North Tower by become a skinnier ruby red dragon than his normal bulkier stature. The scaled beast strode quickly, bashing the wizard within seconds in the leg; the student falling to the floor and landing on his behind. The wizard fell to his knee, but had no time before his face had connected with the force of Vince’s tail swinging about from behind him, knocking the wizard to the ground. Vincent didn’t dare hesitate, swallowing the wizard’s fallen wand that lay near him, now reverting back to his human state, now pulling his blackened hand cannon from his holster and pointing it at the wizard as he picked him up. He pointed it at the head of this dark wizard, spitting the ground as he turned to face the student.

“Get to your common room. If its close, else find the nearest student and or group of students and leave to your common room together. Even better, a teacher. Just leave, I have this man under control,” Vince stated as the young boy got up, shaking steadily as he ran off without a second thought, ready to be away from this wizard. Vince sighed as he looked at the man, who was now still, chuckling even. Vince pushed the gun hard against his forehead; wishing he could shoot, but he knew he’d be no better if he did. “You’re pathetic. Picking on second years, I’ll make sure you get the proper punishment,” Vince said with a manic tone of voice, showing he was ready to shoot; might have too, if he hadn’t seen the glint of silver out of the corner of his eye.

Vince’s attention was drawn moments later, the patronus now looking at him, dead in his eyes; watching his movements as he held the man there in his arms. “Can’t be helped I guess. Looks like you’re lucky. We go down to the trophy room now then, looks like someone strong is there who can help me with you,” Vince began to laugh, wishing he could have just pulled the trigger, yet at the same time relieved he was able to contain himself for the sake of his sanity. Vince made his way to the door and turned to see Henry, Iluvater, and Lily standing inside the room; Henry with his eyes closed and standing there in a fairly tense looking pose. Vince walked in slowly, pushing the wizard to the ground; repositioning his aim to be pointed at the back of his head. “Headmaster, pleasure to see you again. Caught him with his wand pointed at a student. Luckily I showed up, else I’m not sure what would have happened. I have obtained his wand in some…odd manners, but it’s in my possession. What shall we do with him?” Valentine asked his a lunatic like smile, hoping he could be giving the order so his conscious would be clear if the trigger was pulled. “By the way, what’s going on in here? I saw the marmot…whose is it? What’s happening?” Vince asked, curious as to why such a measure had been taken and who would have taken it considering all three of them had a position higher than his. He awaited a response from someone and hoped with all his heart he could put an end to the wizard before him who had been too careless to look for passer bys before trying to assault a student for whatever reason.

Edited by Vincent Valentine, Dec 3 2010, 11:39 PM.
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н Diana Watson
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"Long time no see, little forest." Diana thought with a small grin as she strolled around The Forbidden Forest aimlessly. It was one of her favourite places around the castle, peaceful, dark, well-shaded - she loved taking long walks during the day and hunting during the night. She guessed it was something in her vampiric nature - at most times, she just preferred to be alone and in some area that wasn't filled with too much light. Diana felt safe and comfortable - this place was like an injection of peace and relaxation for her.

She continued walking for a little while, and then took a seat underneath a huge pine tree. Closing her eyes for a moment, Diana sighed heavily and smiled, listening to all the sounds around her. Leaves shimmering, the sound of centaurs running somewhere deeper in the forest... It was all she wanted at the moment. She decided to isolate herself from the school today.

However, after a couple of moments, Diana opened her eyes and frowned suspiciously. The peace around her was interrupted by something - a strong feeling of danger took over her. She stood up and frowned even more as her eyes spotted another creature in front of her - Diana had seen many of these before, even in here, but she didn't expect to see it today. Not today. Today was a relaxing day, right?

"Something is going on." she thought as the Patronus turned and started heading towards the castle, sending her an obvious message to follow him. Diana started walking, her teeth gritted, her wand at the ready - someone wanted to see her, and someone wanted to see her fast. She carried on following the Patronus, passing by The Lake and through the massive front doors of Hogwarts. "I wonder where is he going to take me?" Diana's eyes glanced around the corridors, hoping to spot the person who summoned her, but without any success.

The Patronus took her all the way up to the third floor, and towards the Trophy Room. "Trophy Room?" Diana thought with a grimace. She rarely visited that place as she never had any particular need to go there. "This better be something interesting..."

Diana entered cautiously, curious to see what was going on, who called her and why. Her face surely looked a bit surprised as she spotted Headmaster himself - you couldn't tell he was seen around the school too much lately. And he was not alone.

Her eyes first glanced at Iluvater, then Lily, and finally, at Vincent, who was dangerously positioned above an unknown man who was lying on the floor. Instantly, without thinking, Diana took her wand out as well and raised her eyebrows with a sarcastic smile. "Party time?"
Edited by Diana Watson, Dec 3 2010, 11:40 PM.
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н Martin Olmec
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It was Martin's first time of actually living in Hogwarts, so for the time he preferred sticking to paths he knew or that he had tried before. While venturing here and there might have been fun, he preferred to do it only every once in a while- otherwise, he thought, it would have slowly become no more fun at all.

He was just on his way back to his quarters from the library when he heard a commotion, somewhere nearby, but as he wasn't really accustomed to the castle, he couldn't pinpoint the location. He could only take a wild guess, but that wouldn't help. 'Tracking spell?', he asked himself. 'Maybe it's nothing.' Going on his way, while listening for any more peculiar sounds, he stepped on a staircase just before it got out of reach. 'Fascinating.' He almost missed jumping off when he saw a small silver creature in front of him, sniffing the air, almost as if it was trying to point to him. 'So... I should have tracked that.', he told himself, because something seemed to be happening.

He jumped off the staircase not a moment too soon, feeling the strain on his ankles from the sudden jump. 'They need levitors around here.' And suddenly, he remembered something. 'Oh!' Turning around quickly, towards the direction he had heard the noises from, he sent a golden spark from the tip of his wand with a swift motion towards the left. The spark flew quickly out of sight, but returned in a matter of seconds, as Martin stretched his left hand out to reach it. In a flash, he saw a student disappearing out of sight in a far corridor. Blinking, he was reminded of the small creature that was now tilting its head sideways, probably made curious by his antics. 'Oh, that. Yes.'

He followed the creature as it barely turned around a corner and a few steps, taking him back... just one floor below? Something made him think the library that he had spent the previous two hours in researching was just above. The glint in front of him reminded him again that he had stopped, so he tried to walk slightly faster. He got to the door of a room that he hadn't been to before, but seemed to be something important with all the hangings around it. Ready to reach for his wand when he had to, he walked in.

He first saw a man on the floor. Then somebody with a wand pointed at them. Then four other people, three of whom he assumed were teachers, given their attire. He couldn't place either of the first two, even though he assumed the one dressed in red, pointing the wand, was probably somebody from outside. "Anything the matter?" he asked, curiously.
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 ▞ Iluvater Methedras 
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Iluvater took several deep breaths smashing that cabinet did a lot to relieve his feelings, finally having an outlet to relieve his feelings and vent his fury that had built up over the many years, he let his wand arm drop to his side, he opened his mouth to speak but shut it again when the Headmaster droned into speech. Iluvater managed to muster the privilege of listening as she rambled on. ’ There would arguably be no reason for me to bring up old history…’ Was the headmaster kidding? Avoiding the past? Iluvater looked upon the Headmaster as a coward now, running away from things that where important to what was in the now. Iluvater didn’t care about what movement the headmaster was involved with or did he care about the groups motives. He finally found his voice. “Begging your pardon ‘Sir’ I couldn’t honestly give a damn about this bum-#”&*-what-ever-the-hell group you have so valiantly joined. If you don’t mind me saying you should be doing your job. Not trying to be some sort of holier-then-thou white knight.”

Iluvater lent against the wall idly examining a prized suit of armour as the headmaster read from a tattered piece of paper. It seemed to be the generic dark wizard threat, Iluvater himself had received similar messages from both Dark and ToK and wondered who was using the family’s brain cell among Henry and his relatives.

He flinched when that parchment burst into sapphire blue flames, the Headmaster’s Sheid Charm protected the room from any extensive damage. “So it seems, looks like this place will finally get some ‘sport’” He said rolling up the sleeves of his robes.

Iluvater turned suddenly wand raised has the door opened and Vincent made his way into the room clutching a hooded hostage, It had always confused Iluvater as to why on earth the man preferred guns when magic was superior in many ways to the barbaric means muggles used, but each to his own the deputy headmaster reasoned. His eyes narrowed as Vincent told how the man had threatened a student, cold fury rose once again in the depth of his soul. ”We don’t know who it is Vincent, but even you should know what we do with people who threaten the lives of our students.” Iluvater resolve had finally snapped.

He paused for a long while as Vincent spoke to the room at large, He gazed with growing disgust at the man who was partly obstructed by Vince’s body, He wand arm raised suddenly. ”Avada Kedavra!” A jet a green light burst from the end of his wand tip, narrowly missed Vincent as it blazed under his arm and connected with his captive in the side of the face, The hooded figure keeled over and slumped lifeless to the floor. He walked over to the dead wizard and kicked his body roughly aside then spoke face to face to Vincent. “Look boy, if your going to kill a man do it, don’t waste time this this ridiculous I-want-to-be-evil-act. The safety of the students is priority number one, not wasting time with this pathetic alpha male crap. Do you understand me?” He snarled unfairly venting his anger for the dead wizard on the man in front of him.

He tapped the shaft of his wand on Vincent’s forehead. “Magic is what is needed here boy, these dark wizard won’t even give you time to draw your muggle toy.” He roughly pushed past the teacher and headed for the door. “Well boys and girls, what is it to be? Are we going to stand around bebating the matter? Or are we going to do our jobs and defend the students and this school. Lets end this before it becomes a war.” He looked at the headmaster. “If you want to fire me for doing my job fine, but here and now, I’m going to do what your paying for. Are you going to do the same?” He asked sternly.

(OOC: Iluvater has snapped lol sorry Vincent I stole your kill.)
Edited by Iluvater Methedras, Apr 28 2011, 01:42 AM.
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 ▞ Stephen Natson 
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"I, for one, agree with the deputy headmaster." A calm, yet rather sneering voice came from the side as the Slytherin head of house joined the group, wand above an apparent wound on his arm. The tip of the wand glowed, and if one was to watch, they would see the blood being almost sucked back into his arm, the wound then knitting itself together until it was as if it had never existed. Stephen Natson winced briefly, before looking around at the group, "For here we are... all gathered together, having a happy little meeting... but tell me... where are the students? In their common room, out and about... and we, the people that are supposed to be protecting them, are all gathered together. You know, I just had to rescue a young Hufflepuff girl outside in the grounds, innocently walking around, from a freaking wizard."

(I'm not entirely sure if I fully understand what's going on here, so I apologise if I say something that wouldn't make sense. xD)

Stephen gave a sigh as he next repaired the material of his sleeve, hiding the skin that had been exposed. "Now, I'd like to continue the little conversation, but let's at least get the students escorted back to their common rooms, yes?" He looked with mild interest to the dead body by Vincent and Ilu, "And to be honest, I am rather anxious to see more of those around... preferably not of our students."

((Rubbish post, sorry, but thought I'd get Natson in.))
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н Vincent Valentine
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Vincent stared at the man intently with a maniacal grin on his face. He watched as people entered the room one by one, standing completely still with his hand cannon aimed directly at the enemy. He had been ready for the order from the headmaster, just a word saying it was ok to fire. His good nature held his insanity back somehow, but his mind was slowly losing that side of him that he so desperately clung to. The world around him was beginning to spin in his eyes as the second person walked in without much clue to what was happening. The teachers seemed to be completely clueless, yet Vincent knew; even without being part of the fights in years past. He knew why Iluvater was angry at the Headmaster…yet he could not turn his back from his superior yet. His respect for his Headmaster still lingered somewhere in the back of his mind from his early years of rampaging in the castle where Shanks had saved him. Such respect and gratitude was still clutched tightly in the childhood like Vincent’s hands within the recess of depravity and crazed rage.
Vincent’s eyes went into a flurry of confusion and amazement as Ilu killed the man before him in a flash of green light. His mind completely snapped. He had no idea others around him had been breaking down as well and now his mind seemed free from the shackles of possible friends coming back…of eve coming back to save him. It was all gone and now he began to laugh. A cold chill began to accent his laugh as he holstered his gun and stared at the deputy headmaster. His red eyes glared at him with envy. Moments later Stephen walked into the room, yet Vincent hardly noticed.
“You are right, I was hesitating. Thank you for helping me let go of my ties to sanity. I will now bid you all farewell. I have much work to do ridding this school of foolish men who would let me silence them,” Vincent stated with a bloodlust in his calm voice. He tipped his red fedora to Ilu and the Headmaster with his right hand; the ring on it shining red as he disappeared from the room, now on the grounds amongst the students who were fleeing from the cloaked men around them flinging curses and spells as they pleased.
“You are all mine now. Spend your last few moments wondering what the afterlife is like because you don’t have to wonder what death is like anymore,” Vince charged at them quickly after his threat, disappearing into the night as bodies began to fall. Blood started to cover the grass throughout the grounds. No wizard would enter the castle now with Valentine defending the front. All that was left were those already inside and he assumed those inside had the steel to take care of things. Vincent howled with lust and excitement as he danced across the battlefield, he never felt more alive as his natural bloodline began to flow through him once again.


((Sorry it's not up to par. I haven't written anything in so long....Need to get back into it, but I'm going to be so busy I might not get to write anything. But we shall see.))
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 ▞ Iluvater Methedras 
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uvater scowled at Vincent as he bid him farewell, it was almost like Vince was mocking him, insides still churning with confusion as the Muggle Studies Teacher vanished form the room. He turned to Stephan. “I don’t trust that guy in the slightest, he must be connected to this somehow, I’m going to find him.” He raised his wand above his head he called forth his patronus a shimmering silver hawk sheading silver light along the dark corridor. ”Lead the way…” He whispered to it. ”Lead me too him.” He took off down the halls following the silver comet that was his patronus. It lead him towards the grounds, Vincent’s trail wasn’t hard to find.

Bodies strewed the ground the smell of iron was on the air. Iluvater knew all to well the smell of blood. Iluvater wasn’t proud of his dark side that came out every full moon, he knew all to well what would happen if he didn’t keep it under the reigns. He was damned if he’d let another monster be let loose at Hogwarts now. Up head he saw the scarlet dressed man, he could her him howl, time to tame the beast, He raised his wand as he rushed forward. “Murus Erupto!” He should and a searing bolt of orange light sprang from his wand tip, striking the ground in front of Vincent, There was a slight tremor in the earth suddenly a towering wall of fire sprang form the ground the very air sizzling from the intense heat of the roaring flames.

“Hold it right there traitor, what do you have in connection with this attack?!” He shouted above the flames, keeping his wand trained on the man in front of him. ”Vincent, If that is indeed your real name. Your coming with me weather you like it or not!”

(I have no idea what this topic is about anymore how about we make it intresting?)
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 ▞ Stephen Natson 
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((I never even saw this post... Hm, may post for the hell of it tomorrow. :P))
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н Vincent Valentine
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((Huh, its a shame I sort of lost track of the days, I would have kept this going. I am interested in responding just to see what my writing is like anymore. If I do I'll edit this post in a few days. More than likely, if anyone is interested in reading.))
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