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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Jul 13, 2009 21:13:55 GMT -5
A pale figure sat silently on a throne in a dark room. His eyes were shut in meditation as he ran his fingers over a white wand that lay in his lap. A pair of large doors across the room from him suddenly burst open in a flurry of movement and sound, causing the figure to open his eyes slowly in response to this new event, revealing a pair of red, snake like eyes. A very young man, maybe no older than twenty five, closed the distance between himself and the serpentine being in front of him. The latter pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him with his free hand, lifting his wand with the other as he rose from his chair.
The man did as indicated and bowed before offering his left arm to his master, who took it with his left hand like a snake striking its target. With the offered arm now being held firmly in place to prevent any shrinking away that the Death Eater might preform, the Dark Lord raised his right hand up to hold his wand at an angle, so that the tip was pressed against the Dark Mark on the arm of the young man. The blood red eyes of the cold being were trained on said mark, yet would occasionally lock onto the sorrow filled brown ones of his minion in order to gauge his response to the contact. A slow and cruel smile crept onto the face of Lord Voldemort as he watched his Death Eater squirm under his wand.
“So weak...How did you ever survive your school years?”.
His voice was soft and cold, conveying that he did not expect a reply to the question he just asked. Instead, the proper reply would be to not say anything at all. The man screamed as Voldemort pressed harder on the mark; his red eyes fixated on the face of the tortured one before him. To anyone around the two men at the time this event was taking place, it might appear that the Dark Lord was not all there and that somehow his mind was off elsewhere, because his face never showed any sign of having heard the screaming that was now filling most of the hall.
But the sudden swiftness in which he released the Death Eater indeed told them they were wrong; he had just been enjoying it too much to bother showing it. As the man kneeled before him, Voldemort stood rooted to the spot, an expression of boredom placed firmly on his serpent like features. He slowly put his wand back in his robes and retook the seat he had occupied before the young man had been summoned to him. “Get out...Now!”. He had started the sentence quite softly, as if speaking to someone he loved greatly. But his final word had been shouted in a reprimanding tone with the force of one who wished the word to do great harm to the listener.
The young man scrambled to his feet, and bowed at least ten times as he backed out of the room. It was only when the heels of his feet made contact with the door behind him that he finally turned and wrenched open the door to his freedom in haste. Again the Dark Lord was alone in the dimly lit room he resided in most of the time. The young man had been called to summon the others to his Lord’s side. A meeting was to take place, one that would either make or break the current plans of each Death Eater in Voldemort’s service. Voldemort lifted his head a little so that he was only half looking over his shoulder when he heard the distance pops of Apperation and the load ‘whooshing’ of flames as the fireplace downstairs came to life.
Smiling now, he looked back at the two large doors and waited....Soon they would be here.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Aug 10, 2009 20:28:04 GMT -5
Scorpius was in a hurry. He took the corner at a run, and almost skidded into a wall. Not bothering to slow down, he ignored the shouts of a 7th year to slow down and ran out the castle doors, black robes flapping behind him. He slowed down just a bit as he re-read the letter his father had just sent him.
He stuck the letter back in his robes and sighed. This was a great honor, and he should be thrilled. And he was. However, his biggest fear was that the Dark Lord would not find him worthy. That would be extremely bad, and there was no telling what his father would say or do to him should this occur, to say nothing of his grandfather.
Now, he had a choice to make. His father had taught him how to Apparate this past summer, but he didn't have a license yet. And he would be "officially taught" until next year. So, do I take the Knight Bus and risk being late, or Apparate and hope I get there? he thought. I think I'll....Apparate. Mustn't make the Dark Lord mad.
As he reached the gates, he opened them and slipped out. With a swish and a 'pop', he disappeared. As he appeared inside Riddle Manor, he sighed with relief. He had made it. He nodded to Nagini, the Dark Lord's pet, and sank down on one knee. Glancing at the floor, he spoke softly. "You wished to see me...sir?" he asked, unsure of how to address the Dark Lord.
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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Aug 11, 2009 1:12:07 GMT -5
Voldemort looked up at Nagini as she entered and smirked when she finally addressed him; so like her to be the first to show. The next person to arrive was Scorpius Malfoy, the fifteen year old son of Draco Malfoy. This caught the Dark Lord’s attention, seeing as he had expected the young Malfoy to arrive after his grandfather and father, as was tradition. This small mistake would be dealt with soon enough, when all of the Malfoys were present, so that non would escape his wrath. Voldemort fixed his eyes on the now kneeling fifth year Slytherin, his slit like nostrils flexed as he took in the air around him. “You were so eager to please me, that you arrived early...Before your father or grandfather even...How interesting...” His voice was cold and emotionless, mimicking the features of his face as his eyes fell to his hands. The Yew wand was out of hiding again, being turned over in the pale, spindly fingers that controlled it.. He stopped toying with his wand for a moment and looked over at Nagini, as if to convey his disapproval of the situation, but said nothing.
When his fingers resumed their previous actions, his gaze returned to Scorpius once more. “You were summoned because I wished to speak to you, yes...To see what you are made of. To see if you would even be worth my time...” he said, his cold voice rising in volume as he rose from his seat with unmatched grace. The Yew wand slowly came into striking position, just waiting for the proper movement of the hand and correct command from the mind or tongue. Voldemort started to walk behind Scorpius, his eyes, which had widened slightly at the youth’s poor choice of words, never left their mark. “But your lack of proper respect disturbs me..” His words were now but a whisper as he neared the young man from the rear; his face now only inches behind the young Malfoy’s right ear. “No one addresses me, the Dark Lord....As Sir..” He spat the last word out as if it had been something in his mouth that left an undesirable taste. Suddenly, with the speed that had always carried him to victory in any battle, Voldemort straightened up and pointed his wand at the young man.
“Crucio!..You....Will...Learn...Respect!...Is this understood?” he shouted, his words were laced by hisses that seemed almost feral. He lifted his wand away from Scorpius, his hands returning to his sides very casually, like a man that had no reason to be bothered with lifting another finger. Again, the bored expression plastered itself on to the cold features of the Dark Lord, showing that he had gotten all the amusement he could out of this young man...For the moment..
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Post by james on Aug 13, 2009 20:31:27 GMT -5
The moment the Dark Lord touched his mark, James could feel it burning on his own arm. It was more of a tingling, it hadn't reached the extreme pain that the original Death Eater was in. In fact, it was such a small annoyance that James decided to ignore it for the time being. Surely the Dark Lord wouldn't be too upset if he was late if he found what he was searching for. That little brat of a sister had disappeared from Hogwarts, and the last time he had been to their home he found that many of her things were missing. If she'd gone and found the Order like she'd been threatening... There would be hell to pay. No way would he let her Seeing ability help the other side. So he'd been spending most of his free time scouting out the places he knew she liked. She'd have to come out sometime, and when she did James wanted to be ready.
The tingling in his arm was burning by now, something must be important. A growl issued in his throat as James stood from the table he was sitting at, dropping a bit of currency down and making his way out of the restaurant. Once outside, the man raised his wand above his head and disappeared with a crack. Without missing a stride, James appeared in the entrance of Riddle Manor, continuing to walk, heading in the direction of the Dark Lord's voice.
The scene before him as he entered the room made James smirk. The Malfoy brat... He went to school with Julia, why was he here? Perhaps the meeting had something to do with him. James didn't really care what the meeting was about. The Dark Lord wanted something, and whatever he wanted, James would be all too happy to oblige. He dropped to one knee in front of Voldemort, bowing his head. "My Lord." After that greeting, James stood back up, watching for Voldemort to do something. No other Death Eaters had arrived yet, and James was a bit agitated. He had thought that he was going to be late, and he was one of the first to arrive. [/size] |
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Aug 14, 2009 15:50:40 GMT -5
Scorpius mentally slapped himself. Of course. he should have arrived after his father and grandfather. That was tradition. But how was he to know when they would arrive? As high-ranking Death Eaters, he would have thought they'd be the first ones on the spot. And he didn't dare displease his father...or Grandpa Lucius for that matter.
He gulped as the yew wand that had killed thousands appeared out of seemingly nowhere. This did not bode well. His grandfather had told him that when that weapon of mass destruction came out, somebody would either die or be tortured. And from the sound of the Dark Lord's voice, that somebody was to be him.
Scorpius' worst fears were confirmed when the Cruciatus curse was cast upon him. He screamed and writhed in pain as his body shook. Falling to both knees as the pain faded away, he gasped out, "Understood, my liege." He barely lifted his head and choked out, "How then shall I address you?" He asked this most respectfully, not wishing to be hit again with it.
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Post by windy on Aug 14, 2009 16:18:18 GMT -5
ooc|| Before I make my post, I need to know something. Is Alex supposed to show up? -_- She was busy. xD
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Post by augustusrookwood on Aug 14, 2009 18:34:48 GMT -5
The sensation of burning skin was so unexpected he nearly dropped the book he’d been pondering over in the library. After he’d gotten over the shock of it he flipped the book shut and slid it back into the bookshelf and headed off for his office. There would be no need to head to Lord Voldemort’s presence dressed as such. A sad pair of robes was what he wore at the moment, and he didn’t suppose anyone would take it lightly when he entered the presence of the Dark Lord looking like he did.
It wasn’t long before he entered and it wasn’t long before he returned to the hallways of Hogwarts. He wasn’t going to use his fireplace, seeing as it wasn’t connected to the Floo Network and it was horribly short. He’d use the one in the room some distance from his own room. Locking the door of his office with his key and a quick spell, he went on his way. Down this corridor, up that one, to the left and right. He was nearly jogging by the time he got to the door. There wasn’t a chance he’d be last to arrive, not if he still had a beating heart left to live with.
The room was small, but the fireplace was large enough to stand in, thankfully. He hated stooping. If there was one thing that he didn’t want to do in his clean, pitch robes, he didn’t want to stoop in a dusty fireplace and have to dust himself off, though it wasn’t much effort. He still didn’t want to do it.
In and out he was, and soon he was standing outside of a fireplace in the Riddle Home, brushing off his cloaks. There wasn’t a way he was going to stay ash, dust and speckle free, it would seem. He’d have to go find some spell in some moth eaten book when this was over with, if indeed he was still alive after this. He was usually rather well off when it came to staying alive and high in these sort of situations, but the Dark Lord could have possibly been in a horrid mood to begin with.
He stepped into the room light footed, his wand wrapped somewhere in his cloaks, close to his heart for use. Though he doubted he would have a need. The meetings were usually… well, not exactly calm, but he didn’t suppose pulling out his wand would give him much of a chance of survival. And he was big on survival.
Rookwood knelt before Voldemort, his eyes downcast and his head tipped as far down as it would go in respect. Sure, he was higher up than some, but that didn’t exclude him from showing as much respect and obedience as possible.
“My lord,” he breathed, voice calm and cool, as controlled as he would allow it at such a strange angle to talk at.
Some other's had arrived, but not nearly everyone. He wasn't late and he wasn't exactly early. Though it seemed the Malfoy boy had come before his elder famiyl members. A lovely way to start off. [/blockquote] |
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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Aug 14, 2009 18:59:31 GMT -5
Voldemort snarled and jerked his head in the direction of the interruption that had resulted from the new arrival. But upon seeing that it was just another of his most loyal, he just focused his eyes on the man for a moment, before looking back at young Scorpius. “Your arrival has spared the young Malfoy’s life, it appears he is in your debt....Anything to report?” he hissed, his reptilian eyes boring a hole in the back of Scorpius’ head. It was at this time that the young Slytherin chose to speak, a slight smirk now crept onto the Dark Lord’s face as he relished in being called “My Liege”. “You will address me as your Lord...How else should you address me?” he snapped, his eyes a burning blood red; this boy was trying his patience, he had spirit....This was good. He took in a sharp breath suddenly, closing his eyes and opening his mouth partway. He appeared to be listening to something that only he could hear, tilting his head this way and that in an effort to hear all of whatever it was he was receiving. His eyes popped open at last and narrowed on the entry doors as if expecting something to appear there within the next few minutes. Voldemort then turned around slowly to point at Scorpius with his wand free hand. “I have a task for you young Malfoy, to prove your worth and unwavering loyalty to me...” His voice was silky, almost soft and caring had it not been for the hiss in Parseltongue that followed the statement. The hiss had not been directed to Nagini or any of the Death Eaters present; it had been a note to himself about the situation and who had been assigned to do what.
No sooner had he finished talking to himself yet another of his inner circle had arrived. Augustus Rookwood, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts and one of the few members of the Higher Ranking Death Eaters to always arrive just before a meeting took off. All thoughts of the task he was about to give Scorpius were pushed from his mind as he watched Augustus kneel before him. “Augustus, how good of you to join us....And not a moment too soon so it seems.” he said with a wide, feral grin, one that proved there was no soul in that husk that called itself Lord Voldemort. “I was about to give our young friend a task, a task to prove himself worthy to gain the Mark...” Voldemort let his grin slip and turned to face Rookwood completely. “And how is my school doing? Any...Problems there?” asked the Dark Lord with a raised eye brow, his wand was now twitching again as if eager to punish something. There hadn’t been much trouble at the school for some time, but Voldemort had heard of some...People there not supporting his views, some...Students who chose to seek out Order Members instead of Death Eaters. This information was disturbing indeed and the fact that all of these traitors remained nameless only infuriated the Dark Lord further.
(OOC: Sent you a PM Ember, and to anyone who doesn’t know, Nagini’s handler is away from the site and will be for quite some time. So we are going to only acknowledge her, not speak to her...))
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Post by james on Aug 14, 2009 20:27:56 GMT -5
The snarl that issued forth from Lord Voldemort almost sent James back a step, at least until the Dark Lord realized who had interrupted the little meeting. James was extremely loyal, almost blindly so, and that had earned him a bit of a leg up on many of the Death Eaters. Not only was he loyal, he wasn't hesitant to torture, to kill, until he got what he wanted from someone. A slight smirk graced his features when the Dark Lord greeted him, but it faded as soon as he was asked if there was anything to report. James doubted that anyone would have reported to the Dark Lord that a student had run from Hogwarts, after all, it was just one student. James hadn't spoken of his sister to Voldemort in quite some time, but James did hope that Julia was fresh in his mind. Her abilities as a Seer would be a nice hand up, but only if he could actually get the girl to use them for Voldemort instead of the blasted Order.
Lord Voldemort was speaking again, and James knew better then to interrupt. His news could wait. After all, if Julia had found the Order already, she would be hidden until they were sure they could trust her. If she hadn't found them, what was a few minutes, an hour going to do? Instead, James stood by, waiting for the Dark Lord to be finished before even thinking of bringing up the news.
Before he was able to speak, in fact Voldemort had just finished speaking to himself, another Death Eater arrived. Ah, perhaps this was someone who would know about Julia's disappearance. After all, she was in his house. He was the potions master as well, and she was still taking potions classes. Surely Rookwood would have heard first when Julia ran. James gave a slight nod of the head to the other Death Eater, his eyes scanning the man for any sign that he had news to report. His attention turned back to Voldemort as the Dark Lord spoke of a task for the young Malfoy, a smirk gracing his features again, it was always good to see a new Death Eater join the ranks. And then the Dark Lord spoke of Hogwarts, asking of the goings on of the castle. It seemed that there would be no better time to bring his own news. "My Lord, I fear that I have news of Hogwarts." He began, looking at Rookwood once more. "It is concerning my own sister, who until recently was a student there. She has recently made the foolish decision to rebel against your rule, my Lord, and has been becoming more and more vocal about it, even threatening to join the Order when she finished school. I had no intention of letting this happen, as you know." James had shared his plans for his sister with the Dark Lord a few times, and everything had been received quite well thus far.
"It seems that my sister had a run in with a member of the Sanguini house, my Lord." James' disgust at the house name was evident. He wasn't the biggest fan of the Desmodus, or of vampires in general, and that wasn't a secret. "She was bitten and fled the school. I fear that she has been in contact with Neville Longbottom, and now I'm quite sure that she has sought out help from the Order of the Phoenix. I have been looking for her, but I think the Order has her under the radar as much as possible." James looked back to the Dark Lord, hoping that his news wouldn't be considered unfavorable. [/size] |
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Aug 14, 2009 21:46:20 GMT -5
Scorpius quickly lowered his head when Lord Voldemort snarled. He shut his eyes tight, expecting Crucio again. When it did not, he meekly opened one eye and turned his head to look behind him. Another Death Eater had arrived, one he recognized. It was Augustus Rookwood. Scorpius knew him by sight, his grandfather had had him over for dinner often.
He nodded to Rookwood. He was indeed in his debt. Scorpius gulped. He wondered what he or his family had done to displease the Dark Lord to the point that his death was being considered. Glancing back at the Dark Lord, he said, "Yes, my lord. What would you ask of me? Anything, anything at all. I am eager to gain the Mark and serve you." He shuddered slightly as the Dark Lord grinned. That was truly a scary sight to behold. He noticed the Dark Lord's wand twitching and froze in place, not wanting to draw attention to himself any more than necessary.
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Post by augustusrookwood on Aug 14, 2009 21:59:47 GMT -5
It wasn’t a secret that Voldemort didn’t exactly have the nicest or prettiest smile, but there was just something about being there, kneeling before him and having the grin directed towards you that sent something of a chill down your spine. Rookwood supposed that was what it was intended to do, but he didn’t exactly know. Nor did he care at the moment.
There was plenty of news, though much was dull and he’d hate to fork out a huge list of every little mistake that had been made at Hogwarts. In his hours of boredom, he’d committed himself to learning just about everything that was going on in the school, every little offense and every student that was caught outside wandering the halls. He’d made sure he himself was out nearly every night, wandering the halls, chatting a bit with the pictures, and he stopped by the library almost every night, though he was sure the librarian didn’t exactly appreciate him sneaking in and looking at book after book for almost hours at a time. Though he’d broken that habit and had started wondering the halls with a book open in front of him, his wand a light just enough to read the words before him. Yes, he’d run into a few walls, but he’d not broken anything, including the books and it was easy enough to stop them from falling into the bottomless pit, which was the moving staircase, so long as your wand didn’t follow after the book.
He had threatened to through a few students over the sides of the stairs now and again, though he’d held back on those promises simply because he didn’t exactly think Voldemort would enjoy his student getting tossed over and into a dark abyss.
His usually bored eyes widened a bit as James started to speak about his sister, and he eyed his for a moment, his head raising as he slowly moved from his kneeling position to standing a bit further back than where he’d originally addressed his lord. Poor James. Rookwood didn’t suppose he’d get a very happy reaction towards that, but at least Augustus wouldn’t have to explain it. Perhaps he owed something to James as well, but he didn’t stop to think about it long. He turned his gaze to Scorpius and nodded.
“My Lord, Students have been missing their classes, sneaking around at night, pulling pranks… and what James has to say is correct.” No news that would please the Dark Lord, he was sure, but he wasn’t going to lie. There was no way that he could lie and get away with it. Everything else seemed perfectly fine, and he’d been asked if there had been any problems. He’d not report on anything good that was happening. There was no need, and he wouldn’t want to waste Voldemort’s time. [/blockquote] |
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Post by The Dark Lord Voldemort on Aug 14, 2009 23:27:55 GMT -5
That was the last straw, the one that broke the horse’s back. Voldemort’s eyes flashed a brilliant red as his lips curled. His eyes narrowed once more on Augustus, before wheeling around to face Porter, who had been the first one to break the bad news. “She’s done what!” he roared, his wand hand now trembling with fury. “You...Allowed her...A seer...To join the Order?” his voice was low now, a near whisper, as he slowly made his way toward James; his wand was now at waist level, pointed directly at James. He remembered Julia Porter, the one who was to become his edge in the war against those who were still rebelling; and now the Order had the edge. This would not do, not at all. “I want her found! I want her here, among our ranks! Not assisting Longbottom and that meddling Order of filth, of blood traitors and Mudbloods! ” he spat.
Rage was building up now, again he had been failed and by his trusted few? It seemed that history was indeed doomed to repeat itself, he just had to make sure and fix that which was broken before it mended on its own into a full blown problem. His anger had finally peaked. Voldemort raised his wand up and brought it down quickly in Porter’s direction. “You have failed me! Crucio! You lost me a seer, a very important part of my plan! Crucio!”. Voldemort’s eyes were wide with rage, he was lost in his own power and fury. Quickly, so as not to waste his anger on only one of those who had brought him the bad news. He pointed his wand now at Rookwood with the same result as before. “Crucio! What must be done to ensure that you, all of you will never fail me again? Crucio!” His shouts were filling the room like they would in a cave, bouncing off the walls in echos. Once he was finished with Rookwood, he pointed his wand at Scorpius, who was going to get it because he was there in sight and had spoken. “Crucio! I do not ask! I never ask! I tell! Crucio! What is say is law and should be followed as such!”
He slowly brought his wand back to his chest and cradled it, as if it were a lover who needed to be consoled. His anger died suddenly and he returned to his silky self once more; he had been satisfied with the suffering of those under his command. Slowly he turned to look about at the followers who were now recovering from his torturing. “Young Mister Malfoy, your task will involve your skills that you, I hope, have learned from your schooling, and of course, your family.” he said softly, his hands caressing his wand of Yew. Those present were lucky that he had used the Yew wand, instead of the now visible Elder Wand, which hung comfortably from his waist on the belt. Had he channeled his anger through it, they would be dead. “I want you to track down a very special creature, known as a Feles Diabolus. His name is unknown, as are his whereabouts. He has no master, though I wish to change this...He an assassin, and should not be handled lightly. Find him, recruit him and return to me with what you have learned from him.”
Voldemort looked away from Scorpius and now rested his eyes on Porter. “You will find me my lost Seer and bring her home. Kill any who stand in your way, unless you can sway them to our side.” He backed away now so that he could be face to face with Rookwood, the man who was to put his school back in its place. “And you, I want you to set my school back on its feet. No more slacking from the staff and no more classes being missed by ANY students...Is this perfectly clear?...Relay this to Severus, or I shall come down there and do it myself, which no one will enjoy!” He had started off in a smooth tone that had escalated into a shout before he had finished. Yes, this meeting was going well and not all of his Death Eaters has shown up yet; the fun had only just begun.
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Post by james on Aug 14, 2009 23:59:10 GMT -5
Ah, it seemed that the news came off less-well than expected. If one had been watching James extremely carefully, one would notice the slightest twitch in the corner of his left eye as the Dark Lord wheeled on him. What else would he expect? Julia would have been a great asset to the Death Eaters, and now that she was serving that purpose for the Order, someone's head needed to roll. Why not the brother that lost her to them in the first place? But he far from allowed her. He'd done everything short of torturing the girl, which he only held back because he needed her mind intact. If she lost her mind, who knew what of her Seeing ability would go with it? But he wasn't about to try and correct the Dark Lord. Instead James just stood there, waiting for the inevitable. His hand never strayed, both arms just saying straight towards his side. His head did snap up at the use of blood traitor. Like hell he'd let his sister be one of those. His parents had been, and look where they had landed.
James took a few calming breaths, preparing himself as he saw the wand raise into the air. All of the preparation in the world wouldn't have readied him for the strength of Lord Voldemort's Cruciatus. He let out a yell, just one long shout, collapsing to his knees as the Dark Lord tortured him for his failure. His yell died as the curse was lifted, though his body was still in a bit of pain. James lifted himself up, taking another breath before composing himself fully, the cold shell that had been there moments before returning. None too soon, it seemed, as Voldemort was now assigning tasks.
"It will be done, my Lord." He said simply, bowing his head to the Dark Lord. "Might I suggest that a place be prepared in your dungeons? The girl will not be very cooperative when I bring her back, and I feel that a nice stay there might soften her to your cause." James hoped that the man before him didn't take the suggestion the wrong way. Julia would fight like hell against the Death Eaters that brought her in, and James knew that someone would try the Cruciatus to subdue her once they got her to the manor, and James wasn't going to risk that. "Using the Cruciatus Curse on her could prove quite unfortunate, my Lord. The risk to her mind is too great, locking her up might take longer but it will preserve more of her mental state." [/size] |
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Post by augustusrookwood on Aug 15, 2009 11:55:17 GMT -5
After watching James get tortured, he expected the worse that could possibly happen. When the Dark Lord was in a bad mood, things fell apart and people got cruciod. That had already been shown tonight, as seeing as the school was falling apart, he didn’t suppose he’d get a fair hand at this. There was no reason he shouldn’t be tortured, seeing as it was his fault and things weren’t going to simply disappear before him because he willed them too. He’d felt the horrible bite of his lord’s spells before, especially crucio, and was ready for it. He let his knees slack and was half fallen when the spell was cast on him. A quick yelp, but that was all as he fell to one knee before his lord, his head dropping down. He didn’t suppose he was completely ready for the shock of it. But who would be, then again? It wasn’t like it was something that you wanted to happen to you. And of course, it was Voldemort who’d cast the spell, and he wasn’t exactly a happy camper.
After it was lifted, he continued to knee and offered a strangely secure, ”Yes, my Lord.” He wasn’t quick to get back to his feet, but eventually pulled himself to a standing position, pushing back his hair from his face. He’d had that happened before, on plenty of occasions. And when he’d reported, he’d expected nothing less to come of it. I wasn’t good news from any length, unless of course you viewed it from the other side of the war. Then, it was a lot better than anyone could hope for.
He glanced between them all, curious to see who would show up next. If he was right, then there would be something of a chance he’d get cruciod again, just for the amusement of the Dark Lord. He suppose he didn’t mind, though it wasn’t pleasant.
The school would need serious help. He’d have to be out every night, he’d have to set up a patrol to head through out the school during hours and he’d need to be ready to punish any student that thought it would be funny to get their potions master tortured by Voldemort. Though he wouldn’t tell any student that, he supposed it would work sufficiently if it came to that. At least he was good at torture and punishment. There would be plenty of that going on over the next couple of weeks until the school was bent completely into shape and reformed as nearly perfect, straight backed and as elite as he dare made it without turning all of the students into lifeless bags with nothing to do but take orders from the Dark Lord, though he wasn’t sure Voldemort would hate that idea.
He stood perfectly still, his arms folded over his chest, though he did his best to look anything but at ease. He dropped his hands to his side a moment later, his head somewhat bowed. There was much to do. He supposed he could send his patronus out to do that searching for stray students, but human forced would be better. Perhaps he could recruit a few Death Eaters, as he doubted any one else would feel the need to torture the students as he saw fit. Not exactly crucio, but something painful and teaching, unless they happened to be doing something horrible, like plotting to give the Order information, or join those fleebags. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Aug 15, 2009 20:35:58 GMT -5
Scorpius groaned inside his head. Here we go again, he thought. He was careful not to say anything aloud, lest the Cruciatus curse come upon him again. But it seemed his efforts were for nothing as the Dark Lord turned his wand upon him again. He gulped hard. This was bad. Really bad. Crucio'd 3 times in the space of five minutes. At the rate he was going, he'd be half-insane by the end of this meeting.
Nothing he could do, no amount of preparation could prepare him for the mind boggling, teeth rattling, shocking pain that was the Dark Lord's curse. He screamed and found himself flat on the floor, twitching and moaning like he was having a seizure. As the pain faded away, he got back to one knee and bowed deeply. "Understood, my lord. Completely and utterly understood."
Scorpius saw Augustus' nod and managed a very brief, fleeting smile. He wondered where the rest of the Death Eaters were, including his father and grandfather. He hoped nothing bad had happened to them. Surely they felt their Marks burn? He saw the Elder Wand, and was extremely grateful that it had not been used. He was too young to die. He kept staring at the floor, but bravely inquired, "My lord...begging your pardon, but do you know of anyone I might ask about this, such as the teachers or vampires?"
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