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Harry Potter Mafia Maddness <Game Over - Congrads Town & Siblings>


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Main Mod: Red2111 (Red)

Co-Mods: Ed2funny (Ed) & craftyreader (Sarah)

 

Rules

 

•Rules are subject to change as needed.  

•Do not quote off thread convo's from any of the Mods.

•Day 1 will last 5 days (120 hrs)

•Days will last 3 days (72hrs) IRL; nights will last 2 days (48hrs) IRL.  Weekends will count as ½ days.

•Lynch is by hammer vote or deadline; which ever comes first.  if no majority is reached by the deadline, person with the most votes will be lynched.

•Due to the size of this game, Editing posts is allowed; any votes edited to include a Vote will most likely be missed.

•No talking off thread unless specified by the Mods.

•The signup thread will be turned into the "Dead Thread" once the game starts.  You get 1 Blah post, and you may post in the Dead Thread after that.

•Votes and Un-votes must to be glowed, i don't care what color, if it's not glowed it wont be counted. Votes must also be un-voted before you can vote again.

•All questions need to be PM’d to either myself, Ed or Sarah; they will most likely get missed on the Game thread.

•Only the character name will be revealed in death scene.

•Please make sure you have received a Role PM and responded to it before posting in the game thread.

•Personal insults will not be tolerated severely restricted Roles or modkills can and will occur if this happens.

 

Game Mechanics

 

Each Night you will be given a choice of two places in the World of Harry Potter to visit.  The place with the most votes will be where the next Day takes place and will determine what One Time powers and traps will be opened.  If no majority is picked on the place, random.org will do the choosing for you.

 

once all NA's are recieved the game will enter whats called a "Dawn Phase", at this point 4 things will happen.

 

- Vote for Opening Scene will be locked.

- The Game Thread will be locked, and i will post informing you it is now Dawn Phase.

- That Days Felix Exam Question will be posted.

- Results from all NA's will be sent out to the proper owners.

 

Results will then be sent out via PM's, i'll unlock the thread and edit my "Dawn Phase" post to inform you guys of the Nights events.

 

 

 

There will also be a special interactive bonus in this game called the "Felix Exam"

 

each day one question related to the Harry Potter Books will be posted.  there are 7 questions in total and answers will need to be PM’d in order to receive credit. the person alive who has the most correct answers will obtain the 'Good Luck Potion'; so make sure to answer each question, in 7 game days you never know who will survive *evil laugh*

 

Q&A

 

1. List, in proper order, the tasks that guarded the Sorcerers’ Stone and who supplied them?

 

- Fluffy (Hargid)

- Devil's Snare (Sprout)

- Flying Keys (Flitwick)

- Troll (Quirrel)

- Wizards Chess (Minerva)

- Potions (Snape)

- Mirror of Erised (Dumbledore)

 

2.  After Mrs. Norris was found, and assumed dead by Lockheart, what curse did he suggest to Dumbledore that had caused it?

 

Transmogrifian Torture

 

3. What form did Hermione's Bogart take?

 

Professor McGronagal, informing her that she had failed all her end of term exams.

 

4. List, in order, the obstacles that Harry encountered while in the Maze.

 

1. Bogart in the form of a Dementor

2. Golden mist which created a sudden reversal of up and down

3. Blast-ended Skrewt

4. Sphinx’s Riddle

5. Giant Spider

 

 

5. In OoTP, what is the mysterious sickness called that struck students after the Easter Holiday, causing them to swoon, have sever temps, puke and have bad nose bleeds?

 

Umbridge-itis

 

6. What is the advertisement on the front of the Twins Joke Shop?

 

Why are you worrying about 'You-Know-Who', you should be worried about 'You-Know-Poo', the constipation sensation that’s gripping the nation!

 

7.What law allowed the Ministry to examine the objects Dumbledore left Harry, Hermione & Ron in his will?

 

The Decree for Justifiable Confiscation

 

 

Players List

4. Mottlee

35. Danya replaced by Dah'mir Night 2

40. Taei

 

 

Revived Players

 

- Day 4 -> Boopsy, Harry Potter (Elixer of Life)

- Day 6 -> Crusher, Albus Dumbledore (Resurection Stone)

- Night 8 -> Mottlee, Ginny Weasley (Horocruxe)

 

 

Dead Players

 

Day 1

Wolfie, Cedric Diggory (Migh of the Ministry)

Boopsy, Rubeus Hagrid (Lynch)

Summer, Ollivander (Modkill)

Koujin, Luna Lovegood (Modkill)

 

Night 1

Aust, Percy Weasley (Avada Kedavera NK)

 

Day 2

Mynd, Bellatrix Lestrange (Cursed Necklace)

Dah'mir, Arthur Weasley (Murdered)

Charis, Viktor Krum (Lynch)

Nyn, Minerva McGronagal (Mod Kill)

Blig Blog, Stan Shumpike (Mod Kill)

 

Night 2

Mmeesh, Aberforth Dumbledore (Dementor NK)

Adamine, Sirius Black (Avada Kedavera NK)

 

Day 3

Lynch Failed!

 

Night 3

Aemon, Delores Umbridge (Erumpet Horn)

Boopsy, Harry Potter (Dementor NK)

Adella, Filius Flitwick (Avada Kedavera NK)

 

Day 4

Pete, Kingsly Shacklebolt (Lynch)

 

Night 4

Nae, Rita Skeeter (Devil's Snare)

Locke, Sybill Trelawney (Dementor NK)

Bela/Charis, Molly Weasley (Avada Kedavera NK)

 

Day 5

Rose, Severus Snape (Acromantula)

Failed attempt on DD (Greyback)

Player, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody (Lynch)

 

Night 5

Dar, Remus Lupin (Dementor & Avada Kedavera)

 

Day 6

Crusher, Albus Dumbledore (Greyback)

Som1/Locke, Collin Creevy (Lynch)

 

Night 6

Jeran, Lord Voldemort (Dementor NK)

 

Day 7

Wombat, Lucuis Malfoy (Basklisk Venom)

Thorum, Mundungous Fletcher (Lynch)

 

Night 7

Mottlee, Ginny Weasley (Avada Kedavera NK)

Talya, Argus Filch (Greyback & Dementor NK)

 

Day 8

Krak, Fenrir Greyback (Lynch)

 

Night 8

Jessi/Wolfie, Ron Weasley (Avada Kedavera NK)

Rojano/Adella, Professor Sprout (Dementor NK)

 

Day 9

Tigs, Cornelious Fudge (Lynch)

 

Night 9

Verbal, Neville Longbottom (Bella's Dagger)

Lia, Fred Weasley (Avada Kedavera NK)

 

Day 10

Pankh/Meesh, Fluer Delacour (George Weasley's Wrath)

Pookie, Draco Malfoy (George Weasley's Wrath)

Crusher, Albus Dumbeldore (George Weasley's Wrath)

 

Night 10

-- skipped --

 

Day 11

Alanna, Peeves (Lynch)

 

Night 11

Boopsy, Harry Potter (Avada Kedavera NK)

 

Day 12

Elli, Madam Pomfrey (Gemino-Flarentay Curse)

 

Vote Count

 

Day 1

Boopsy(11): Aemon, Nyn, Tayla, Jeran, Verbal, Wombat, Som1, Meesh, Dah, Nae, Crusher

Som1(5): Elli, Boopsy, Pete, Mynd, Amadine

Wombat(2): Ausr, Adella

Thorum (2): Taei, Marta

Marta(1): Thorum

Adella(1): Alanna

Rojano(1): Pankhuri

 

no vote (15): Bela, Mottlee, Krak, Daruya, Lia, Tigs, Pookie, Player, Wolfie, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Danya, Rose, Rojano

 

Day 2

Charis(3): Wombat, Taei, Jeran

Pete(3): Adella, Aemon, Tayla

Dar(2): Charis, Meesh

Meesh(1): Tigs

Aemon(1): Pete

Verb(1): Dar

 

no vote(21): Amadine, Bela, Mottlee, Som1, Krak, Nae, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Pankh, Wolfie, Alanna, Danya, Rose, rojano, Crusher, Thorum, Elli, Boopsy, Lia, Locke

 

Day 3

Aemon(20): Thorum, Pete, Jeran, Tayla, Wombat, Charis, Nae, Krak, Tigs, Lia, Dah, Boopsy, Verbal, Pookie, Rose, Mottlee, Locke, Taei

Pete(1): Aemon

 

no vote(10): Dar, Som1, Player, Pankh, Wolfie, Alanna, rojano, Crusher, Elli, Adella

 

Day 4

Pete (15): Thorum, Boopsy, Locke, Jeran, Charis, Dar, Nae, Tayla, Alanna, Pookie, Ellianora, Wombat, Verbal, Mottlee, Pete,

 

No Vote(14): Krak, Tigs, Lia, Dah, Rose, Taei, Som1, Player, Pankh, Wolfie, rojano, Crusher

 

Day 5

Player(12): Pookie, Thorum, Taei, Verbal, Wombat, Elli, Crusher, Jeran, Alanna, Mmeesh

 

No Vote (12): Boopsy, Dar, Tayla, Krak, Tigs, Lia, Dah, Mottlee, Som1, Player, Wolfie, Adella

 

Day 6

Vote Count

Locke (5): Jeran, Alanna, Wombat, Pookie, Crusher

Jeran (2): Taei,  Thorum

Tayla (1): Tayla

 

No Vote (12): Boopsy, Krak, Tigs, Lia, Dah, Mottlee, Wolfie, Adella, Verbal, Elli, Locke, Meesh

 

Day 7

Thorums (3): Meesh, Alanna, Tayla

Meesh(3): Thorum, Pookie

 

No Vote (14): Boopsy, Krak, Tigs, Lia, Dah, Mottlee, Wolfie, Adella, Verbal, Elli, Crusher, Taei

 

Day 8

Krak (3): Verbal, Alanna, Taei

Verbal (1): Meesh

 

No Vote (10): Tigs, Dah, Wolfie, Adella, Crusher, Pookie, Elli, Boopsy, Lia, Krak

 

Day 9

Tigs (5) - Pookie, Taei, Elli, Lia

Pookie (3) - Meesh, Verbal

 

No Vote (06): Tigs, Dah, Crusher Boopsy, Mottlee, Alanna

 

Day 10

Alanna (1): Meesh

 

No Vote (08 ): Dah, Crusher, Boopsy, Mottlee, Alanna, Pookie, Taei, Elli

 

Day 11

Alanna (2): Dah, Elli  

 

No Vote (04): Boopsy, Mottlee, Alanna, Taei

 

Day 12

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Day 1 - Might of the Ministry / Re-Boot / Lynch

 

As the train runs along the track to Hogsmead Trainstation an un-natural cold falls upon all of you; Darkness not associated with the sunset falls on the Hogwarts Express and slowly the train come to a hault.  A nervous chatter breaks out in the cabins, people begin to glance nervously around and bring their cloaks closer to their bodies in a vain attempt to bring warmth.

 

An omnious feeling of dread begins to spread through everyone, a feeling as if everythign good has been sucked from the train leaving people to wallow in their sad miserys.  The lights begin to flicker, fighting a losing battle; as they flicker out the cold and claminess presses on everyone rooting them to the spot.  

 

Suddenly, a scream issues from the train and the lights flicker back on; cautiously people begin to come out of their cabins to inspect what might have caused the disturbance and scream.  Whispers of a Dementor attack fly around the train as it begins to move along the tracks once more.

 

"Over here!!" a choked voice filled with anguish yells from near the back of the train.  Sitting in the middle of the isle is Cedric Diggory, he has a vacant expression on his face and is stiaring into space and drooling; he's unresponsive to anyone, though hs heart still beats, and the light is gone from his eyes.

 

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As the trian made its last approach to Hogsmead Trainstation, a heated debate broke out in a compartment about who was guilty.  A figure in the watching crowd felt a wonderful floating sensation overcome them; as they drifted inward toward the pleasant sensation they were only dimly aware of the argument still unfolding.  A suggestive, yet fimilar, voice echoed through their mind.

 

"Use the Time Turner."

 

A small part of him tried to rebel, but the pleasantness began to turn to pain; as the pain lifted, the voice echoed once more in his mind, slighlty more commanding this time.

 

"USE the Time Turner."

 

He nodded his head, reaching obediently into the neck of his robes and tugging on a fine golden chian; a tiny, sparkling hourglass fell into his hands.  The voice echoing in his head was heavy with satisfaction, the pleasant sensation only increased.

 

"Good, now turn it 4 times. Then you are to exit the compartment and hide until the trian reaches Hogwarts."

 

Again he gave a nod and obediently turned the Hourglass over 4 times; the cabin filled with people began to disolve and colors began to blur together and he was rushed back into time.  A sudden jolt of his feet landing on concrete jolted him out of the mysterious sensation, the voice no longer echoing in his ears.

 

Stumbling in confusion he looked around to see the Hogwarts Express back on Platform 9 & 3/4'd and everyone starting to board.  Shocked and confused he stood there a bit dumbfounded before reaching for the door and walking off the train with the hood of his cloak pulled up.

 

Passing through the crowd he spotted himself and stopped to look; quickly he pointed his wand at himself, aiming where he knew the Time Turner lay hidden, and shot a spell to break it.  A startled yelp was the last thing her heard before he disolved into thin air.

 

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As the Hogwarts Epress pulled up to Hogsmead Trainstation and students began to unload, a fimilar loud voice was heard calling in the near distance.

 

"First Years!  First Years over 'ere! First Years this way"

 

Rubeus Hagrid stood near the edge of a lake, next to boats that seemed all too tiny compared to his size.  Slowly and timidly a sizable group of young children made their way toward him; a broad smile broke over his face, though some what hidden by his tangle of a beard.

 

"Right, then.  Into the boats with the lot of ya and we'll be on our way to 'ogwarts in no time."

 

The group glanced nervously around, apperantly not sure if they could trust this giant of a man.  Hagrid chuckled lightly, steppign into the nearest boat.

 

"Now then, I'm Rubeus Hagrid, er.. Professor Hargrid to you lot, that is.  Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts and the Care of Magical Creatures Professor; we'll need to be getting onto 'ogwarts now, or will be later for the sorting.  You lot wouldn't want to be late on yer first night, now would ya?"  The uneasiness in the group started to disperse and a few of the kids shook their heads in unison, Hagrids smile widened exposing slightly yellowish teeth, and his black beetle eyes twinkled with amusement.

 

"Didn't think so, into the boats then, and we'll be on our way."

 

As the last of the children boarded the boats a loud CRACK sounded in the air.  An offical looking wizard in Ministry robes appeard with two Arurors flanking him.  The squat little man looked around, spotting Hagrid he nodded curtly and the trio made their way toward the boats.  Hagrid's smile faultered, concren erasing any amusement he was feeling.

 

"You are Rubeus Hagrid, Game keeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry."  It was more of an assertion than question, Hagrid swolled slowly as he nodded his head.

 

"Aye, that be me."

 

The man withdrew a rolled up piece of parchment from his pocket as the Auror's moved forward, each placed a hand on hagrids arms as the wizard read from the parchement.

 

"By order of the Ministry of Magic, in accordance with magical decree #870 issued by the Department for the Rgulation of Magical Creatures; Rubeus Hagrid, is wanted for questioning and conviction in regaurds to the unlawful obtainment, breeding and housing of creatures deemed illegal by the Ministry.  He is therefore to be detained and await his trial in Azkaban.  Signed, Minister of Magic, Cornelous Fudge."

 

Hagrid stood up quickly, rage filling him; to boat rocked violently as it threatened to turn over and the 3 ministry officals jumped back in alarm, withdrawing their wands out of instinct.  Hagrids voice boomed through the darkness.

 

"Now wait just one moment!  I aint never..."  However, he never finished that sentence, the Aurors made quick work of him.

 

"Stupify!"  All three yelled the same curse and it hit hagrid with full force in the forehead, he landed in a heap on the floor of the boat unconcious.  The children gasped in fear and attempted to huddle together. The Ministry wizard composed himself and looked meaningfully at the two Arurors.

 

"Get him to Azkaban, I'll esscort these children to Hogwarts and inform the Headmaster of this occurence."  They nodded once more; once again each of them grabbed hold of Hagrid, they Apparated away with the still unconcious Hagrid at their side.

 

Night 1 - Avada Kedavera NK

 

He hurried his steps to catch the rule breaker, mumbling to himself a prayer that it wasn’t his brothers Fred & George.  Percy couldn’t remember how many times he had caught those two out of bed and up to know good.  A high-pitched cold chuckle greeted him as he rounded the corner into a unnervingly pitch black corridor; as the hair stood up on the back of his neck, Percy swallowed to keep his voice from expressing the far he was suddenly feeling.

 

“Now I know you’re down here, so there’s no use hiding.  You’re out of bounds, no students are allowed out of their beds at this hour; show yourself now and I won’t give you a detention.”

 

The cold chuckle echoed in the air around Percy again, a high pitched voice hissed from the darkness.

 

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not a student Percy Weasley.”

 

Percy’s heart thumped loudly in his ears as the owner of the voice stepped calmly and arrogantly into the light; stark terror rooted Percy to the spot as his eyes met unblinking red ones, Voldemort flicked his wand casually as a cruel smile graced his thin white lips.

 

“Avada Kedavera.”

 

The green light of the killing curse glinted off the prefect badge as Percy feel limply to the ground; his mouth parted slightly from the beginnings of a scream that would never come and terror still showing in his now lifeless eyes.

 

Day 2 - Cursed Necklace / Greyback / Lynch

 

Bellatrix watched as the stone wall slid close; turning, she surveyed the similar room before her.  Even after 20 or so years, the Slytherin Common room had little been changed; she glided over to the nearest overstuffed green chair and sat in it, draping one leg over an arm and leaning her head back.

 

Everyone was down at the Great Hall, eating their breakfast; the security had been heightened, but it soured her mood that the muggle loving idiot Dumbledore had been able to keep the blood traitors death secret.  The castle should have been in chaos, she had done her best to sow confusion and decent among the other sheepish first years after that half breed Hagrid had been hulled away.  The Dark Lord killing within these walls should have been the icing on the trickle treat.

 

Scoffing a sigh as she rolled her eyes at the minor set back, she withdrew her wand and began to twirl it between her fingers.  She felt herself begin to change slightly, the effects of the Poly Juice potion had begun to wear off.  She sneered as she looked around the common room; the Dark lord wanted them to blend in, one more death would be even greater to their cause, but no matter how she pleaded this his words were the same.

 

“Stay hidden and blend in, the time to strike is not yet; but soon the trap will be set.”

 

She sighed one more time as she got out of the chair and began to pace back and forth.  She’d never disobey the Dark Lord directly, and this was a direct order.  She stopped in front of the fire place and watched the flames dance upon the logs, catching a glint of flickering light from the corner of her eye.  She tensed slightly and spun on the spot, wand withdrawn and ready to cast the cruciatus curse.

 

Cocking her head in a curious manor, she saw what had caused the play of light; on one of the tables lay an ornate opal necklace.  Her gaze fixed on the sparkling greens opals, she felt her feet move of their own accord toward the delicate looking trinket.  Transfixed and a greedy look in her eyes, she reached to the necklace and took hold of it firmly in her fist.

 

At once she became unconscious, though her hand remained clenched around the cursed piece of jewelry.  She rose gracefully into the air, with her arms outstretched and her eyes closed as if in a peaceful sleep.  Suddenly pain like she had never felt raced like liquid fire over her body and in her veins; a blood curdling scream of pure agony ripped out of her lungs and across her lips.  Her body began to shake in a violent tremor, her head snapping back and her eyes rolling up so only the whites were showing.  The scream died out abruptly and her body fell in a broken mass to the ground; as her hand unclenched, the necklace tumbled innocently from her unmoving fingers, green opals glinting in the firelight brighter than before.

 

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Arthur Weasley looked down at the spot where Percy’s body had lain the night before, his face was an ashen white and his eyes were red from crying.  Dumbledore had told him it was foolish, but he couldn’t help but to investigate the crime scene one more time for anything that might help him bring his sons murderer to justice.

 

He watched as a group of wary students hurried by, ignoring the corridor that was now roped off; looking back down at the floor, Arthur moved further into the dark corridor.  The lack of windows allowed the shadows to swallow him from sight in just a few steps; taking refuge in the solitude of the dark, Arthur leaned against the cool stone wall and closed his eyes as another wave of sadness and grief came upon him.

 

Immersed in his own loss, Arthur neither realized he was being stalked nor did he hear the slight clicking of sharp fingernails taping against the wall.  With out warning, the creature attacked; lunging toward its target, grabbing Arthurs body with a strong arm and covered a strangled shout for help with its dirty hair covered hand.

 

Arthur felt fear and anger flow through him as he chanced a glance behind him, the flash of white pointed teeth moving toward him was the last thing he saw before the creature ripped his throat out.  Arthur dropped to the floor, his eyes wide with panic and shock; he made a chocking, gagging sound as he tried to draw a breath that would never come.  He looked up at his attacker, mouth gaping like a suffocating fish.

 

“I never did like the taste of blood traitor,” said a gruff voice, as it wiped blood from it's mouth. “Still, too bad the full moon isn’t for another week.”

 

The creature walked back into the shadows chuckling, dragging his sharp fingernails across the wall as he went; lying on the floor, Arthurs vision finally went black and the calm serenity of death was a welcome sensation.

 

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Viktor Krum soared high above the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, eyes closed and feeling very relaxed.  He had accepted Dumbledores invitation to join Hogwarts this year; ever since Karkaroff's disappearing act, Durmstrang had become less of a school and more of a rallying point for those who supported Voldemort and his minions.

 

The thought that his old Head Master had belonged to such a crowd still angered him, he opened his eyes once more and smiled as the sun sank below the peaks of the mountains.  Though he had only been here a single day, he could see why Hermione had talked about this school the way she had during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.  Deciding it was best to land and retire for the night, he performed a few roles and dives before finally landing on the ground; the crowd of gathering on lookers oohed and awed at his performance, he gave them his best grin even though he had hoped this practice had remained a solitary event.

 

As he took off his gloves, he noticed 3 official looking wizards stepping onto the Quidditch pitch; he looked at them with curiosity as the stopped in front of him.

 

"You are Viktor Krum, Seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team and newly transferred student from Durmstrang?" The middle wizard said, Krum recognized him as the same man that had arrested Hagrid in Hogsmead yesterday.  Krum nodded his head curtly and took off his quidditch gloves, placing them in his robes.  The two Aurors stepped closer to Krum, one placing his hand on Krums arm as they flanked him.  Tthe Ministry official withdrew a roll of parchment.

 

"Viktor Krum, you are wanted for questioning in regards to your use of an Unforgivable Curse during the 3rd task of the Tri-Wizards Tornamnet against Miss Fluer Delacour; as well as allegations of conspiring with known Death Eater Igor Karkaroff, to assist He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named followers to commit unlawful actions, such as Muggle Bating & torturing Muggle Borns, at the Quidditch World Cup.  You are to be detained at Azkaban Wizarding Prison until your hearing date; by order of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."

 

 

Krums fist clenched around his gloves and his eyebrow furrowed in outrage.  "Now vait just vone moment.  I had no such interaction vith Karkarofv?!  As for de Tri-Wizard tournament, I vas under de Imperious Curse at dat time; Dumbledore himself said I vas not responsible for my actions and cleared me of dat charge!"

 

The Ministry Official gave a sigh and looked at Krum, sympathy in his eyes, his voice going a bit soft and his tone much kinder.

 

"Dumbledore is only a Hogwarts Headmaster, he has no authority to clear anyone of such charges.  If you are telling the truth, dear boy, then you have nothing to fear. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding; but as of right now you only have two choices Mr. Krum, you can accompany us on your own, or we can take you there by force."

 

Krum lifted his chin in a proud and defiant manor; glaring at the Ministry Wizard, he snatched his arm out of the Aurors hand. "Fine, I shall accompany you on my own; but after dis affair is sorted, my Ministry vill be in touch vith your Ministry over dis."

 

Night 2 - Dementor NK / Avada Kedavera NK

 

Aberforth grumbled to himself as he exited the castle; his brother was ever obstinate of the danger staring him in the face, and as usual heeded no ones advice except his own.  Aberforth couldn't understand how Albus had mystified so many people into believing he was all knowing and great; oh yes, Albus was a great wizard, if not an egotistical pompous fool.

 

"It's for the greater good, Aberforth; you don't know all the details, so how could you see the bigger picture."

 

He kicked a rock as he muttered in disgust to himself as he remembered the last words his brother had said before he had slammed the door in Albus's face.  Aberforth gave a snort of a scoff as he exited Hogwarts Grounds and found his way onto the path that lead to Hogsmead Village.

 

"Always for the Greater Good; well the Greater Good can kiss my ass!" he grumbled to himself as he spat on the ground.  "Nothing will teach him to put aside his own selfish goals; not deaths in his school, and certainty not Ariana ..."

 

His anger ebbed away, giving way to pain and sadness instead.  As he walked further down the dark path, the air began to grow colder; he ignored a shiver, instead his mind drifted off to that day.  He remembered clearly what had happened; the fight between himself and Grindlewald, his brother standing by the way side, then poor Ariana.  His sadness grew to sorrow and tears began to fill his eyes; the weather began to grow even colder, an eerie darkness creeping in, his thoughts growing sadder with the weather.

 

Immersed in his own pity and grief, it was too late before he realized what was happening.  Hooded figures glided toward him from all sides; Aberforth looked up, stunned to see that he was surrounded by Dementors.  Immediately he raised his wand and tried to think of a happy thought.

 

"Expecto Patronum."

 

A weak and thin silver wisp emitted from his wand and the Dementors continued their approach; panic flooded him, because he was once again obsessing over his sisters death he couldn't recall a happy thought.  Once again, he attempted to cast his Patronous.

 

"Expecto Patronum."

 

This time a silver goat leaped from the tip of his wand; it was a weak Patronus, for it was transparent and flickered slightly.  It charged at the nearest Dementor, who brushed it away causally with one hand; the Dementors continued their advice, scabbed black hands reaching up to lower their hoods. Aberforths voice became almost weak as the fear, panic and grief began to overwhelm him.  He backed up, shaking his head, and muttering a weak cry of No, holding up his wand in a last effort at defense.

 

He fell to the ground as the group of Dementors leapt on him, much like a pack of hungry wild animals devouring a kill.  One by one they took turns sucking out his soul, until all that was left was a shell of a body that once was Aberforth Dumbledore.

 

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Sirius Black padded across the Grounds, near the Forbidden Forrest on his nightly patrol, slightly humming to himself.  Though he had to do this in his Animungus form, he was more than happy to be out of Grimauld Place and finally helping.  He didn't expect much to happen out here; but with what had been going on in the castle, one couldn't be too careful.  Everyone was on high alert now, with the increasing deaths, one of them being his insane cousin Bellatrix Lestrange.  His tail wagged on it's own accord at that thought, his only regret was that it was a stupid necklace and not a curse from him that did her in.

 

He stopped suddenly, his ears perking up; a flash of light, faint and quick, briefly illuminated the woods.  Watching, he saw as another light white light flashed in the woods; it flickered then died out.  Standing there, Sirius judged that the direction of the light came from the Path that lead to Hogsmead; without another thoght, he began to make his way quickly in that direction.  It was quicker to get there in his dog form, and he would make less noise; he didn't get far before something else stopped him, making his hackles stand on end.  

 

He could sense Dementors before even reaching the gate, and alot of them judging by the fact he could feel them yet not see them.  Whimpering and his tail going between his legs he turned to head back to the castle but found his way blocked by a tall and slender figure covered in shadows.  Sirius stood still, head cocking to the side as he watched the figure approach him.  Sirius bared his teeth and a long deep growl came from his chest as he realized the figure was Voldemort.

 

A cold, high pitched chuckle drifted like a soft hiss through the air.

 

"My, my Padfoot; one would think you'd be happier to see me than the Dementors back there.  Of course, if you'd perfer their company I'm positive thay'd be more than thrilled to have you."

 

Transforming was not an option, it would take to long; his best option was to find an escape route and warn the others that Voldemort was here.  Sirius stood his ground, his growl turning to a snarl as he tried to find a way around Voldemort.  An amused smile played on Voldemorts thin lips; making a rash decision, Sirius leapt into the air toward him.  Voldemort flicked his wand casually,

 

"Avada Kedavera!"

 

The curse hit Sirius before his back paws were off the ground, as his body fell it transformed back to his Human form.  Voldemort stood for a minute, looking down at the body with a curious expression before walking off into the woods.

 

 

Night 3 - Erumpent Horn / Dementor NK / Avada Kedavera NK

 

Deloris Umbridge walked into her room at The Three Broomsticks; Dumbledore had refused any of the Ministry Officials room and board at the castle which only served to ruffle her feathers more.  After all, she was Under Secretary to the Minister himself and she had explicit orders from Fudge to keep an eye on things.  She hung her cloak on the peg and sat down to take off her shoes; though the room was a bit drab from what she was used to, she took solace in the fact that at least she didn't have to pretend to be a teacher, though admittedly the school could use some improvements in that area.

 

She sat massaging her feet, working out the kinks from a long day of walking; a knock came at her door and she smiled.

 

"Ah good, my food is early today." She said to herself as she stood.  She then spoke a little louder to the person behind the door, putting on her normal simpering tone.  "Just one moment."  

 

Taking a minute to compose herself, she took her time looking in the mirror to straighten the bow on top of her head.  Clearing her throat with the normal 'Hem Hem' she opened the door with a smile.  A confused look came onto her face as she found the doorway empty, sticking her head out of the door she peered down the hallway to find it equally empty; she gave an indignant 'Hmph' as she backed into her room, then a gasp of surprise as she saw there was a plain brown package laying at her doorstep addressed to her.  Smiling in a self conceited sort of way, she reached down and gingerly picked up the package; it was very light, whatever it was, she turned and closed the door with her foot as she continued to examine the package.

 

She didn't recognize the handwriting, nor was there a note to explain why this had been left at her doorstep, or what was hidden beneath the wrapping.  Curiosity overcoming her, she hesitantly unwrapped the parcel and opened the box; digging through the balled up papers of the Dailey Prophet that had been used to insulate and protect the item within.  Confusion becoming more pronounced on her toad like face, Umbridge pulled the item out of the box to examine it further.  It was a glittering horn of some sort, the likes of which she had never seen; it had a pearl like sheen to it and was fat like a conch shell, the body of it curling in many spirals.  

 

Turning it over in her hands, she continued to inspect it, and much more roughly than was wise.  Had Umbridge paid attention in Care of Magical Creatures class while in school she would have known instantly that what she held was an erumpet horn, whcih contains a highly explosive liquid inside it.  As Umbridge held her ear up to the Horn and gave it a good shake, she foudn out the hard way the Erumpets were becoming extinct.  

 

The Horn began to glow with a magnificent brightness and Umbridge stared at it transfixed in wonder; the Horn then exploded with a loud bang, leaving nothing but a scorched mark on the floor where she had been standing.

 

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Harry drew a deep breath in an attempt to calm down as he looked from Ron to Hermione.  His temper was already short these days, his scar had constantly hurt since arriving at school, forming a headache that wouldn’t go away.

 

“Look, Voldemort is up to something and my scar only hurts this much when he’s close by!  Why won’t anyone believe me!”

 

Ron just continued to stare out the window, he had been in a depression since the death of his father and brother; Hermione gave a soft yet patient sigh as she looked up from her book, marking the spot with her finger.  She looked intently at Harry, as if she was choosing her words carefully; her voice was soft and full of sympathy and understanding, her eyes were still red from crying.

 

“Look Harry, it’s not that we don’t believe you; we do, you know that.  It’s just that, well …” She looked over at Ron as if for help.  Ron continued to stare out the window; a slight shrug was his only response.  Her lip quivered and she blinked back fresh tears; hurriedly she looked back to Harry.

 

“It’s just, your Scar has hurt a lot since You-Know-Who came back; and well … Harry I know it’s hard, knowing that Sirius died and the Killing Curse is what the Death Eaters use; but He’s not stupid enough to come to Hogwarts while Dumbledore is still here.”

 

Harry opened and closed his mouth, taken aback by Hermione’s response.  Majority of it he had been prepared for, he had even had had a response ready; yet he hadn't expected her to claim Sirius’s death had triggered his Scar to throb and ache.  He struggled for words, keeping back the anger as tears attempted to well up in his eyes.

 

“You think … you would …  that …”  Unable to put a sentence together he clenched his mouth shut, gave Hermione a glare and walked out the door, slamming it hard behind him.  He walked briskly out of the Common Room and continued until he found himself standing at Hagrids door.  Harry stopped, a bit confused as to how he had gotten there and the wetness on his cheeks.  Brooding in his anger, he had simply let his feet take him where they would without paying them any mind; he had forgotten the Hagrid wasn't here this year.  He sat down on the front step and looked at the Castle.

 

Sadness crept in on him as thoughts swirled though his head.  He thought about his God Father and how he would never hear the bark like laugh again, how Dumbledore seemed to be avoiding and ignoring him.  He thought about Mr. Weasley and Percy, about how Hagrid was stuck in jail with those horrible Dementors surrounding him.  

 

Harry shivered as the coldness became more pronounced, rubbing his Scar absentmindedly.  Just thinking about Dementors made him feel as if one was near, his head began to pound worse; he shook his head, thinking that lack of sleep must be making his imagination a bit over active.  His thoughts turned to his parents, how they had been betrayed by Peter; how he would never get to know them, how he remembered his mothers screams as the Dementors closed in on him.  He closed his eyes as tears began to fall, he must be delirious because his mothers scream was echoing in his head right now.

 

“Not Harry, not Harry; please not Harry!” his mother pleaded, a cold high pitch voice answering her back. “ Stand aside, you silly girl … stand aside, now!”  again Lily pleaded, sobbing as she spoke. “Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead!”  the cold high voice grew more agitated “This is my last warning!” “Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy…”

 

Harry lay curled on the ground in the fetal position, rocking back and forth sobbing out loud.

 

“No mum, no!”  

 

Lost in his own most horrible memory, he never saw the Dementors as they swooped down upon him to suck out his soul.

 

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Flitwick held his wand out as he patrolled the dark corridors; he stopped every now & again to listen for other footsteps.  Though he heard none, he could feel eyes on him, and they made him very uneasy; as he turned the corner, he heard a cold high pitch voice yell “Avada Kedavera!”, instinctively diving to the side, he felt the air spark as the green jet of light missed hitting it’s mark by a few inches.  

 

A cold amused chuckle came from the direction the curse had come from and a chill went down Flitwicks back, acting without though he scrambled to his feet and cast the first spell to come to mind.

 

“Incarcerous!” Ropes flew out of his wand and into the dark, he heard the figure side step and the ropes puddle to the floor.

 

“Well old teacher, I see you still have your tricks; you were one of the teachers I did admire while I was attending this school.  Let us shed some light on the situation and duel the proper way.”

 

Again Flitwick acted instinctually as he heard the figure move.  “Protego!” A shield came in front of Flitwick as white balls of light flooded the hallway, illuminating the surroundings rather well.  It only took an instant to recognize Voldemort, and Flitwick acted; flinging defensive spells and curses as he attempted to get away.

 

“Confringo!” Voldemort dodged almost effortlessly as the blasting curse rebounded off the wall behind him, taking a chuck of stone with it, a smile playing on his thin white lips, he aimed another curse at Flitwick.

 

“Petrificus Totalus!” Flitwick again sent up his shield as the full body binding curse almost hit him, running to the side, Flitwick flung the leg locker curse at Voldemort. “Locomotor Mortis!”

 

On the Duel went, Voldemort slowly advancing with Flitwick somehow dodging and repelling the curses; seconds grew to minutes as the two advanced duelers exchanged spells, one hoping to kill and the other hoping to escape.  Voldemort’s grin slipped into a slight sneer as he realized his old charms teacher wouldn’t be an easy target. Voldemort flung the cruicatus curse at Flitwick once more, causing the charms professor to dodge to the side and through up another shield; Voldemort saw the advantage and struck with deadly accuracy.

 

“Avada Kedavera.”  Flitwick’s eyes grew wide as he realized there was no escape, a moment later the Killing Curse hit him.  Flitwicks wand hitting the ground was the only sound to be heard, the silence was almost piercing after the commotion of the duel.  Voldemort stood for a moment, surveying his now dead opponent with impassive red eyes.

 

 

Day 4 - Revival / Lynch

 

Dumbledore burst out of the doors and onto the grounds in a hurry; he was almost a run, his long silver beard and cloak flowing behind him.  His piercing blue eyes scanned the dark grounds as he moved, spotting the Dementors swooping in on the unfortunate person curled on the ground.  He riased his wand quickly and flicked it; hoping that he wasn't too late, as he was for his borther.

 

"Expecto Patronum!"

 

A white pheonix burst from the tip of his wand, spreading its long wings and gliding directly at a swooping figure.  Dumbledore continued his quick advance towards the huddled mass on the ground, the graveness of the situation impressing itself on him as he saw just how many Dementors there were.  The pheonix patronus intercepted the Dementor as it swooped down, making the hooded figure swerve to the side; the Dementors refused to give up so easily on the prey before them and continued to manuaver against the gaurding patronus without any success.  

 

As Dumbledore apprached the body, his face became unreadable and his demeanor rather stiff as he saw it was Harry laying on the ground.  Sensing that an easy prey was no longer theirs, the Dementors took one last swoop a tthe patronus and flew off into the night.  The Pheonix soared after them, returning to circle around Dumbeldore and Harry after a few seconds.

 

Dumbledore leaned down and looked over Harry, pointing his wand he mumbled a few words; the tip of his wand grew white, yet the light was feeble and flickered often.  Dumbledore exhailed a sigh of relief as his shoulders sagged; he wasn't too late, some how the child had held on against the Dementors.  Dumbeldore stood and looked toward his Patronus; the Phoenix landed in front of him and ruffled it's feathers, peering up at it's creator with unblinking eyes.

 

"Go to Professor Snape, tell him to bring an Elixer of Life to me and to hurry.  Then wake Madam Pomfrey, she will need to prepare a bed for Mr. Potter in the Infirmary."

 

Dumbledore watched as the Pheonix took off towards the castle and began to pace as he waited.  It wasn't long before he saw a dark figure approaching him at a hurried pace from the castle; Severus Snape stalked toward Dumbeldore, cloak billowing behind him and in a shuffled state of having dressed in a hurry.  As he handed Dumbledore the Elixer he blinked in confusion, looking between Harry and Dumbledore.  A sneer formed on his lips as he spoke,

 

"Professor, whats happened?"

 

Dumbeldore ignored Severus's question, instead leaning back down to Harry and unstoppering the life saving potion.  Gently he lifted the boys head up and tilted it back, slowly pouring the Elixer down his throat.  Albus waited with baited breath as the potion took effect; Harry's breathing evened, his expression becomming more relaxed as if in a deep sleep.  Again Dumbledore preformed the same spell, this time the light was more strong.  Nodding firmly, Dumbledore stood and glicked his wand once more; Harry's boody levitated gently off the ground as if on an invisable stretcher.  Dumbledore turned to Snape, relief in his blue eyes and yet a hard expression on his face.

 

"A Dementor attack, Severus; apparently 5 Demenotrs are no longer gaurding Azkaban, and are either rouge or acting on anothers orders."

 

Snapes eyes went wide with shock and he looked from Dumbledore to Harry; Dumbledore's expression softened slightly.

 

"I was in time Severus, he will live."

 

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Kingsly leaned back in his chair and stretched; stifling a yawn, he glanced down at his watch and was happy to see it was 5 minutes before quitting time.  A new found vigor struck him, as it always did when he was finally off the clock; he straightened the few papers scattered on his desk and placed them in his desk drawer.  Flicking his wand ideally, he stood up and grabbed his coat as his quills and ink put them selves in order.

 

As he made his way past the heavy oak doors and to the lifts and pressed the down button; he thought it a bit odd that he was the last to leave the Auror Department, normally there were at least a few night owls left.  As the golden grilles opened, Kingsly ducked his head out of habit as multi colored paper planes zoomed out of the lift to various cubicles. Stepping into the lift Kingsly gently pressed the #8 button and sunk deep into his own thoughts.

 

He was scheduled to patrol Hogwarts tonight, though Dumbledore had kept most of what was going on from the Ministry the deaths were starting to bother him; well, bother him as much as anything bothered Dumbledore.  He tuned the woman out as she chimed off the floor level and name, thinking instead on the 5 rouge Dementors that were apparently hunting on the Hogwarts grounds.

 

“8th Floor, Atruim.  Have a nice day.”  She said as the grilles slid open to reveal a bustling floor; Kingsly stepped to the side as he exited the lift, allowing the group of waiting witches and wizards to pass him.  He turned and walked toward the line of fire places along the far wall when a shouting voice slowed his steps.

 

“Kingsly!  Kingsly Shacklebolt, halt where you stand by order of the Minister of Magic!”

 

Some of the people in the atrium hurried their steps to exit the scene quickly, aware of more important business at the moment; most, however, stopped to watch as a curt little man flanked by two Auror’s approached Kingsly at a brisk pace.  Kingsly turned to look at the person who had yelled this.  He inclined his head respectfully to the two Aurors accompanying the little man as he began to unroll a length of parchment; Kingsly’s voice was a deep boom among the now silent Atrium.

 

“Evening Dawlish, Williamson.”

 

Dawlish refused to meet Kingsly’s eyes, slightly shuffling his feet, Williamson’s mouth frowned a slight grimace before he composed himself choosing to study the lifts behind Kingsly; both appeared to be slightly nervous and rather upset, Kingsly’s brow wrinkled in slight confusion as he looked down at the wizard standing between the two seasoned Auror’s.  The man cleared his throat before reading off the parchment in a loud and pronounced voice.

 

“Kingsly Shacklebolt, you are charged with using your position to obstruct the investigation of the fugitive Sirius Black, conspiring with Albus Dumbledore to undermine the authority of the Minister of Magic & supplying the rebel organization known as The Order of the Phoenix with Classified Ministry Information.  You are to await your trial in Azkaban, by order of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.”

 

Kingsly’s jaw clenched in outrage, his hands balling into fists; while he might have kept the Ministry from imprisoning an innocent man, those other charges were blatant lies.  Both Williamson and Dawlish looked uneasily at him as hushed whispers rippled through the surrounding crowd, Williamson cleared his throat and spoke in a low tone.

 

“Look mate, it’s not that we believe these charges … but, well …” Williamson shied back a little from the hard stony look Kingsly gave him.  “It’s already bad enough mate, don’t force us to make a scene; it will only reflect worse on you.”

 

Kingsly narrowed his eyes at Williamson, his words only fueling the growing anger that was building inside of Kingsly; yet he kept his cool, it was Fudge who was the idiot and not his two fellow Aurors.  Kingsly cleared his throat, his voice a dangerous calm.

 

“Then we might as well be on our way.”

 

 

Night 4 - Devil's Snare / Dementor NK / Avada Kedaver NK

 

Once again burning the midnight oil to finish off an article for the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter fanned the papers in her hand, re-reading her notes as she approached her desk.   She honestly preferred being here alone, no interruptions and a quiet atmosphere made for a fast and delicious column.  

 

Shaking her head as she read a sentence, she reached absently for the quill stuck behind her ear and scratched a long line through the words.  As she sat down at her desk, she noticed for the first time a small potted plant that wasn’t there before she had left to get something to eat.  Smiling to herself, she mused over the extent her fans went to, to show their gratitude for all that she did for them.

 

It was a plain little thing, what ever the species was; there were no blooms on it and the leaves appeared to be very soft.  Rita looked around on her desk for a card, but found none; she grabbed the pot and pulled the plant closer to her, turning it round and examining it closer.  It appeared to have tiny vine like tendrils resting below the leaves; thinking it was a trick of her mind, Rita swore she saw the plant shy away from the light.  

 

She spotted a small white envelope buried beneath the leaves, and could just make out the words through the foliage.

 

“To Rita Skeeter, from your dearest fan.”

 

Without thinking, she plunged her hand into the plant to retrieve the note; immediately realizing her mistake, her fond smile melted into an expression of terror.  The plant burst to life, moving in a fast and agitated sort of way; thin snakelike tendrils grabbed hold of her hand and began to twist their way up her arm.  In a frantic panic, she made a vein attempt to pull her arm free; the plant responded by tightening its grip and creeping faster up her arm.

 

Reorganization of what this plant was hit her, and only furthered her panic; she knew it was Devil’s Snare, but for the life of her couldn't remember how to kill it.  Rita placed her other hand on the edge of the pot, attempting to use the leverage to pull her captured  hand free; her fingertips brushed one of the plants leaves lightly and the deadly creepers tangled themselves around her fingers, attempting to draw her hand into the plant as they climb upwards.

 

She stood up in a wild panic, pulling the plant and pot up off the desk; dirt spilled over her papers as she hurried to the nearest wall and bashed the plant against it.  The pot broke, falling to the floor in a mass of soil and jagged pottery pieces.  The Devil’s Snare, now entirely free of its enclosure, stretched out its vines and roots as it increased the rate at which it wound itself around Rita.

 

Both arms now entangled up to her elbows, Rita did the only thing she could think of; she let out a long piercing scream and attempted to run for help.  One of the roots stretched far enough to wrap itself around her thigh; she fell face first with a loud crash to the floor, her body landing directly on top of the wriggling death snare.  The plant wasted no time in latching every singly vine onto some part of Rita’s body, stretching, contracting and strangling as it did.  Rita thrashed on the floor, kicking her legs wildly as the creepers found their way to her neck and face.  Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the Devil’s Snare wound it’s way around her throat, constricting like a Snake, growing ever tighter.  Other tendrils climb up her face, pushing themselves into her ears, nose and mouth;  closing her eyes, she made a chocking/gurgling sound, her face turning from red to purple to blue and finally to white.  

 

The plant crusher her esophagus quickly and her body convulsed as oxygen deprivation set in; only seconds more passed before Ritas body gave a final twitch and she lay dead on the ground.

 

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Sybill Trelawney looked around the corner as she snuck down the hallway, holding her cloak tight to her to keep the empty sherry bottles from clinking too much.  Seeing the coast was clear, she quickened her pace to the tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy in his attempt to teach three Trolls to dance ballet.  Barnabas was dangling upside down by one leg from the hand of the largest Troll while the others were searching the ground for something adequate to hit him with.

 

Upon Sybill’s approach the Trolls watched her, the largest of them dropping Barnabas, who took the opportunity to flee for the moment and hide behind the nearest tree.  Sybill ignored this entire scene, more intent on placing the Sherry bottles in their proper hiding place; she paced back and firth in front of the tapestry, the Trolls beady eyes following her like dogs watching a tasty snack.

 

‘I need a place to hide my Sherry bottles.  I need a place to hide my Sherry bottles.  I need a place to hide my Sherry bottles.’ She thought to herself.  Sybill looked up to see the familiar polished brass door and entered without hesitation.  The room before her was massive, full of hidden objects from over the years, she had no idea how long the room had existed and had only learned of its location after overhearing the House Elves talk about it one day a very long time ago.  They had called it ‘The Room of Hidden Things’.

 

Walking past an ordinary black cabinet, she turned the corner to find her cache of empty bottles; smiling as she emptied her pockets of useless bottles, she couldn’t help but be grateful for such a useful room as this.  Sitting on the ground, she withdrew a half drunken bottle of sherry and proceeded to polish it off.  Normally she didn’t drink so much, yet it was dark times and even her tea leaves were pointing towards disturbing events.  Had Dumbeldore listened to her, he would have known of the deaths that had happened thus far; sighing and closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the black cabinet.

 

She jumped as the cabinet shuddered violently; getting wobbly to her feet, Sybill watched the cabinet intently.  After a minute, she began to think that maybe the sherry was a bit stronger than normal until the cabinet shook once again, much more violently than before.  Reaching a slightly shaking hand to the handle, she gripped it and slowly pulled it open; a scream stuck in her throat and she fell in her scramble to back away.  Out of the cabinet glided 5 menacing creatures, the room growing instantly dark and cold, their scabbed blacken hands reaching toward their intended victim.  

 

Sybill crawled backwards on the ground, transfixed in horror at the Dementors and shaking her head No.  If she were to die the tea leaves would have foretold this, surely the crystal ball would have warned her; her back hit the wall and the figures surrounded her, staring down at her beneath hoods.  She drew herself up into a ball, covering her head with her arms and shoving her face into her legs; this was all just a bad dream, she had passed out in the room and was having a nightmare, soon she would wake and swear off sherry for good.  

 

Cold, scabbed hands grabbed her arms, gently pulling them off her head; another set almost caressingly lifting her chin.  Sybill chanced a glance between squinted eyes; the sight before her was enough to shake the scream stuck in her throat lose.  As she screamed, the Dementor closest to her pressed it’s cold dead lips her hers and proceeded to suck out her soul.

 

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Molly Weasley sat at the table, pictures of spread out before her; she welcomed the numb haziness as it washed over her body, taking another swing from the bottle she had discovered while cleaning out Author’s old workshop.  She assumed it was fire whiskey at first, but after seeing it was made by someone named Jack Daniels, she figured it was just another of her husbands many muggle items.  She grimaced as the hot liquid burned its way down her throat; she blinked back tears as her vision blurred, arms folded on the table she laid her head down on top of them and proceeded to pass out.

 

Neither did she notice the hand of her family clock labeled Molly move from ‘The Burrow’ to ‘Mortal Peril’, nor the loud CRACK of someone apparating as it echoed through the empty night air.  Voldemort strode through the Burrow’s garden toward the house; stopping to look in the kitchen window, he saw with mingled surprise and disgust that his intended target appeared to be sleeping at the table.  He reached his long spidery white fingers for the door knob and turned it, the door swung open without a sound.  ‘The foolish woman had left it unlocked.’

 

His red eyes swept over the room, looking for a sign of other inhabitants, they stopped on a curious clock which had each name of the Blood Traitors family etched on a hand and pointing to a different locations.  He appraised the magic item before swooping a deft hand to grab Molly’s wand out of her pocket.  As he walked over to the opposite side of the table, he studied his would be victim; reaching for the bottle as he passed and smelling it.  With a disdainful sniff of disgust he placed it back on the table beside her.

 

Curling his fingers around the chair at the opposite end of the table, he drug it back, allowing the legs to scrap loudly across the floor; Molly jerked awake with a mumbled “Arthur?” as Voldemort took his seat.

 

A cruel smile played on his thin white lips as he watched Molly look around the kitchen stupidly; she blinked several times as her eyes focused and she realized Voldemort was sitting in her kitchen.  Her eyes first widened with shock, then pure hatred and loathing burned in them; she glared straight into his cold red eyes, a snarl both on her lips and in her tone.

 

“Well if it isn’t the great Lord Voldemort,” she said with a slurred yet condescending tone; Voldemorts only response was to blink, not knowing exactly what to make of the situation.  She laughed a scoffing laugh at her own joke of Volemort’s greatness, picking up the bottle and emptying it in one giant swig.  Setting the bottle down with a loud clink, Molly continued to speak, wobbling slightly in her chair.

 

“Come to finish me off like you did my sweet Percy, did you; what, your flea ridden mutt Greyback not good enough for the job!”  Her voice was raising to a shout as she spoke; glaring and sneering at Voldemort while she ranted drunkenly at him.

 

“Most powerful wizard my arse, you couldn’t even kill a baby while he slept his crib; I’m shocked you even know which way to point a wand … “  Voldemort’s red eyes flared with anger, Molly didn’t get to finish the sentence as he hurled a curse at her.

 

“Crucio!”

 

Molly gritted her teeth slightly, yet the painful sensation was dulled greatly by the sheer amount of blood in her alcohol stream.  She scoffed at him, her voice becoming a taunt.

 

“Cruicio! Cruicio! You’ve got to mean it, ya disgraceful Mudblood!”  Voldemorts eyes widened in shock, and Molly continued her tirade. “The best part of you landed on the mattress when your father was done.”

 

To emphasize her point, Molly spat on the table in his direction.  Voldemort fumed with anger at such blatant disrespect; he raised her wand and a resounding SNAP echoed in the brief silence.  She gave a shrill laugh,

 

“You think I need a wand to deal with you?!  I’ve raised five kids, not the least of which are Fred and George.  I’ll just have to kick your arse the Muggle way.” Molly grabbed the empty whiskey bottle and hurled it at Voldemort; he watched as the bottle sailed through the air, shattering as it hit the wall.  Her chair went crashing to the floor as she stood, using the table to balance herself.  With a calm anger, Voldemort raised his wand.

 

“Avada Kedavera!”

 

Pictures flew to the floor as the green curse sailed by them, hitting Molly square in the chest.  She flew backwards through the air, the force of the spell knocking her into the door where she fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.

 

Day 5 - Acromantula / Greyback

 

Severus Snape stalked towards the Forbidden Forest in the noon day sun, cloak billowing behind him and a glower of distaste on his face.  It was his one free period between potions classes, he had hoped to spend it catching up on grading papers; though that task was easy enough in itself, few students received high marks in his classes.  Instead he had found a note on his desk in his personal study, in hand writing he didn’t recognize; it requested that he meet the person some way into the Forest away from prying eyes.

 

His instincts screamed to ignore the message, to take it straight to Dumbledore; yet he knew it was better to meet this unknown person as requested.  With the Dark Lord in Hogwarts, it might have been on his orders that this meeting was set up; running to Dumbledore would only confirm most of the other Death Eaters suspicions and ruin his hard earned trust from Lord Voldemort.

 

His hand traveled to the Dark Mark concealed under his robes of its own accord, as it often did when he contemplated what the Dark Lord’s plans with him might be.  He remembered well the day he had earned the mark, among what he had had to do to get it; he could still feel the pain and smell the burning of his flesh as the Dark Lord branded him with the mark.  He remembered the pride that swelled in his chest when all his friends had gathered to see it, and the slightly sick feeling in the pit of his stomach at what it had cost him.

 

Now his outlook on that mark was different, he was disgusted with it; it only reminded him of the sacrifice and loss it had led to.  Every time the mark burned when the Dark Lord called him, every time Snape glimpsed it when the sleeve of his robes fell back, he was haunted by the memory of her.  It only served to remind Snape that he was the reason Lily Evans was no longer alive, that it was his words alone which caused the dark Lord to choose the Potter boy as his equal; had he thought before acting, kept what he heard to himself, Lily might not only be alive today but also be his.  

 

The muscle in his cheek twitched as he walked further into the woods, and he clenched his teeth together; yet the thoughts kept coming, as the always did when he thought about her.  Lily’s long auburn hair, the way her smile would light up the entire room, the way her green eyes sparkled in the light.  Only one other person had those beautiful green eyes, her son Harry Potter.  He held no affection for the boy, a sneer came onto his lips at the mere thought of Potter; as far as he was concerned, any likeness Harry had with Lily ended with those green eyes.  Yet every time he looked into those green eyes there was a conflict deep within him; one of hatred, because it was James’s face, James’s attitude, James’s arrogance, and that of longing, because they were Lily’s eyes.  

 

Lost in his own daemons, Snape wasn’t paying attention to how far he was traveling into the Forest.  Had he been listening to his surroundings, instead of his own thoughts, he would have heard the quiet rustlings of six legged creatures scurrying toward him.   By the time he heard the clicking of their pincers it was already too late.  Snape stopped in his tracks, biting back the raising terror he felt creeping in on him; enormous spiders of various sizes stood before him, every eye fixed unblinkingly at him.  He withdrew his wand, controlling his urge to run, and began to back away slowly; the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, yet he knew that cursing them or running would only end in his death.  

 

Hearing leaves rustle behind him, he turned around quickly and regretted it as soon as he did; in front of him stood a Spider which made the rest appear as if they were dwarfs, it was old with milky like cataracts in all 8 eyes.  Instinctively Snape took a step backward and, to his growing sense of dread, felt his back slam into the hairy leg of one of the spiders behind him.  They had encircled him, yet remained from attacking; the clicking of pincers died down and the largest spider spoke in hoarse voice.

 

“Is that you, Hagrid?”

 

Snape blinked in surprise; not only could the giant creature talk, but it was asking for Hagrid by name.  This some how eased a bit of the tension in Snape, yet he still held his wand directed toward the giant Spider.   He cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully.

 

“No, it is I, Porfessor Severus Snape; Potions Master and Head of Slytherin At Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry; I am sorry to bother you, but if you don’t mind …”

 

The spider clicked it’s pincers, its voice holding a whist of mournfulness in its hoarse tone.

 

“Sorry indeed.  Good bye Professor Severus Snape.”

 

Snapes eyes opened in wide eyed panic, acting without thinking he called out for the spider to wait; yet this action was to be his last.  At Aragog’s words or farewell, his daughters and son’s acted without hesitation; pouncing on the stunned Wizaard before he could defend himself and feasting on his remains.

 

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Greyback licked his teeth as he approached his next victim; it had been awhile since he was allowed to attack.  Keeping to the shadows, it was easy enough to stalk the unassuming dunces that wandered the halls of Hogwarts, so many tasty people to sink his teeth into.

 

Yet today he was big game hunting, and the excitement of the chase thrilled him to no end.  He knew the Dumbledore was no easy prey, so Greyback played it safe; following from a safe distance and waiting for the opportune time to pounce.  He had no clue where the headmaster was going, yet each corridor was emptier as they continued their walk through Hogwarts.

 

Finally the old fool stopped, leaning his head to the side as if listening for something, he nodded his head slightly then turned slowly; blue eyes pierced the darkness and he stared right at Greyback, who froze and held his breath.  Dumbledore was an opposing force to face, he had an air around him that radiated not only power but also accomplishment and knowledge; he appeared to be frowning, though his blue eyes twinkled behind the half moon spectacles.

 

“Fenrir, I know you’re there; why not come out of the shadows and tell me why you’ve been following me all day.”

 

Greybacks’ nose twitched irritably, like a dog sniffing a scent it didn’t like; putting on a fierce wolfish grin to expose his sharp teeth, Greyback took one step forward into the light.  He was disappointed in the lack of response his appearance had in Dumbledore, normally people recoiled and shied away at the sight of him.  Dumbledore only raised an eyebrow, taking in the matted main of hair, the sunken waxy features, the yellow teeth and the blood stains under Grey backs pointed fingernails and tattered dirty clothes.

 

Being defiant in nature, Greyback stared Dumbledore in the eyes; he didn’t notice that Dumbledores hand had moved swiftly to the cloak pocket, nor did he see the tiny black horn like thing scuttle quietly across the floor and behind Greyback.  The silence between them remained; finally the werewolf broke it with his gruff voice.

 

“To put it bluntly, to kill you Dumbledore.  Noting personal.”

 

Dumbledore’s eyebrows raised and a brief smile twitched on his lips, his eyes twinkled brightly in the reflected sun.

 

“And you think you can kill me Fenrir?”

 

Greyback shrugged, “Worth a try, aint it?  After all, I have a special set of skills you might say.”

 

Dumbledore gave him a flat look, at that time the Decoy Detonator he had slipped out of his pocket went off a few feet behind Greyback; sparks, buzzes, whirls and booms echoing through the corridor.  Greyback jumped around, wand in one hand and his other raised like a claw; it only took him a second to realize it was a distraction and not attack, yet when he turned around it was to late.  Dumbledore had escaped, no sign of were he might have gone.  Greyback let out a string of curses and walked over to the Decoy Detonator, stomping on it a few times.

 

 

Ran out of Text allowed, remainder of Game Related Story will be posted here

 

 

 

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Thanks, Mod! :D

 

Adella, you could always be nice to random.org and let yourself be an option too.... ;) :P

 

Anyway, the Gods of Random have spoken and I'm kicking off the voting with [glow=red,2,300]Pete[/glow].  :-*

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was in the middle of adding it lol  the final vote count for each day will also be added once a Day is ended.  OP has also been edited to reflect the lynch requirments.  non-voters will not be killed for not voting, lynch is by majority or if majority is not reached by deadline person with the most votes will be lynched.  in the case of a tie Random.org will decide.

 

On your first day its have been preselected that you start off on Platform 9 & 3/4's  Day 1 will end with the surviving groups arrival at Hogsmead Trainstation and you all will pick from there where you go :)

 

 

Deadline

Monday, May 31st @ 2pm CST; 41 alive, 21 to lynch

 

Vote Count

Pete(1): Meesh

Som1(1): Amadine

 

no vote (39): Wombat, Bela, Elli, Mottlee, Marta, Som1else, Thorum, Aust, Krak, Mynd, Daruya, Lia, Aemon, Pete, Boopsy, Nae, Adella, Jessi, Talya, Tigs, Summer, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Dah'mir, Pankhuri, Wolfie, Alanna, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Jeran, Danya, Rose, Koujin, Nyn, rojano, Taei, Crusher

 

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Ed, don't make me give you clothes lmao

 

Deadline

Monday, May 31st @ 2pm CST; 41 alive, 21 to lynch

 

Vote Count

Pete(1): Meesh

Som1(1): Amadine

Adella(1): Wombat

Wombat(1): Adella

 

no vote (37): Bela, Elli, Mottlee, Marta, Som1else, Thorum, Aust, Krak, Mynd, Daruya, Lia, Aemon, Pete, Boopsy, Nae, Jessi, Talya, Tigs, Summer, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Dah'mir, Pankhuri, Wolfie, Alanna, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Jeran, Danya, Rose, Koujin, Nyn, rojano, Taei, Crusher

 

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I am here but I believe I will observe for awhile before I point a finger at someone.

 

Red, can you send the house elf for some butterbeer and some of Madame Rosemerta's oak matured mead?  I'm a bit thirsty.

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I'm going for [glow=red,2,300]Rojano[/glow].

 

Mostly because I have no idea who that is, and would like him/her not to feel to left out if this is their first game.

 

*nods*

 

I am rather nice like that. *coughs*

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sorry Dar, the house elves are otherwise buisy.  you'll have to wait until the lady with the Candy Trollie makes her rounds on the Hogwarts Express ;) 

 

Deadline

Monday, May 31st @ 2pm CST; 41 alive, 21 to lynch

 

Vote Count

Pete(1): Meesh

Som1(1): Amadine

Adella(1): Wombat

Wombat(1): Adella

Rojano(1(: Boopsy

 

no vote (36): Bela, Elli, Mottlee, Marta, Som1else, Thorum, Aust, Krak, Mynd, Daruya, Lia, Aemon, Pete, Nae, Jessi, Talya, Tigs, Summer, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Dah'mir, Pankhuri, Wolfie, Alanna, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Jeran, Danya, Rose, Koujin, Nyn, rojano, Taei, Crusher

 

 

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Deadline

Monday, May 31st @ 2pm CST; 41 alive, 21 to lynch

 

Vote Count

Pete(1): Meesh

Som1(1): Amadine

Adella(1): Wombat

Wombat(1): Adella

Rojano(1): Boopsy

Pankhuri(1): Jeran

 

no vote (35): Bela, Elli, Mottlee, Marta, Som1else, Thorum, Aust, Krak, Mynd, Daruya, Lia, Aemon, Pete, Nae, Jessi, Talya, Tigs, Summer, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Dah'mir, Pankhuri, Wolfie, Alanna, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Danya, Rose, Koujin, Nyn, rojano, Taei, Crusher

 

 

 

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Deadline

Monday, May 31st @ 2pm CST; 41 alive, 21 to lynch

 

Vote Count

Pete(1): Meesh

Som1(1): Amadine

Adella(1): Wombat

Wombat(1): Adella

Rojano(1): Boopsy

Pankhuri(1): Jeran

Charis(1): Thorum

Rose(1): rojano

 

no vote (33): Bela, Elli, Mottlee, Marta, Som1else, Aust, Krak, Mynd, Daruya, Lia, Aemon, Pete, Nae, Jessi, Talya, Tigs, Summer, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Dah'mir, Pankhuri, Wolfie, Alanna, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Danya, Rose, Koujin, Nyn, Taei, Crusher

 

 

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Rojano, you need to GLOW your votes. The code is... [g l o w=red,2,300][/glow] without the spaces in between the word glow. It's the button with the G with a green highlight around it. Hope that helps.

 

And try not to edit your posts, it's considered scummy(mafia like). This your first game? Are ya new to DM?

 

Hello. I'm Boopsy a male Blue Aes Sedai come visit us on the Blue Ajah board when ya have the time. *Grins*

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Deadline

Monday, May 31st @ 2pm CST; 41 alive, 21 to lynch

 

Vote Count

Pete(1): Meesh

Som1(1): Amadine

Adella(1): Wombat

Wombat(1): Adella

Rojano(1): Boopsy

Pankhuri(1): Jeran

Charis(1): Thorum

Rose(1): rojano

Dah'mir(1): Mottlee

 

no vote (32): Bela, Elli, Marta, Som1else, Aust, Krak, Mynd, Daruya, Lia, Aemon, Pete, Nae, Jessi, Talya, Tigs, Summer, Pookie, Player, Verbal, Dah'mir, Pankhuri, Wolfie, Alanna, Locke, Charis, Blig Blog, Danya, Rose, Koujin, Nyn, Taei, Crusher

 

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Here, and Mynd is playing...wooohooo!!1

 

My first game with him in a long time *pouncetackles and stuffs him in my bag*

 

;D

 

I'm not at home so my random voter is still at school at the moment. You'll have to wait ;D

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