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It is the year 1978, and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry step out into a world darkened by the war. The lines that once formed the barriers between the houses are falling, to be replaced with ones of their own creation; Death Eaters, the loyal servant of the Dark Lord Voldemort; the Order of the Phoenix, dedicated to bringing down the evil by any means possible; and those who struggle to remain Neutral, forever caught between the two extremes. Trust is an illusion, when you can never truly know who is your ally, and who is only waiting for the perfect moment to stab you in the back.
With less then a year until the Last Night, which side will you choose?
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Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #15 on Oct 12, 2009, 10:11am »
Evan wasn’t the first person to try and beat the Dark Lord at his own game. The dark haired man slowly arched an eyebrow in dark amusement, a sadistic glee flickering deep in his almost inhuman eyes. With measured steps, Voldemort moved away from him, each rhythmic, hollow fall of his heavy boots sounding like a executioner’s tolling. If he was even in a mood to notice the sharp, hate filled gaze of the man that had been loyal to him since they were teenagers.. He gave no signed of it. Barely sparing a single, condescending smirk to Renault Lestrange.
He was the undisputed Master here. Judge, jury, and headsman- all rolled into one sinister and intimidating presence. The gathered assembly drew in a collective sharp breath- watching on tenterhooks to see what their often tempermental Lord would exact in punishment for the Rosier man’s insolent reply.
”I had wondered if you had inherited your father’s unsavory preference for such absolute arrogance.” He drawled after a long moment, each syllable carefully measured, toned to carry to the very back of the crowd. ”But you will learn in time… Disobedience can have its own nasty consequences.” He never raised his voice- he didn’t have to. Shaking his black head as though grieved at this turn of events- though he had to have known from the beginning that Evan wouldn’t take kindly to be stripped vulnerable and thrown to the ill mercies of discovery.
Marlene gathered her siblings tightly to her breast, tucking them back into the shadows, her heart beating erratically with terror as her eyes remained fixed on the deceptively lithe figure that paced the stage. ”I have no desire to hurt you, Evan… But you must be punished for your poorly chosen words. You understand that, don’t you?” Like a mockery of a caring Father, who was simply doing what was best. His tone almost gentle- the soft caress of the spider’s web around a lowly and insignificant insect, only moment before they suffocated to death. Punishment, absolute, for straying too close to the web.
Folding his pale hands in front of him, the voluminous dark robes draping gracefully to hide them, the Dark Lord looked out at the crowd. ”Lestrange- no, not you- the younger.” He corrected, casting a dismissive nod to the man at the side of the stage. ”Please come up here… Yes, you Rodolphus.” The edges of his thin lips curling into a sadistic smirk, ”I cannot decide how best to punish his stubborn arrogance. And you have known him far better then I.” He stepped to the side, motioning to the stairs, ”I leave his punishment in your... Capable, hands. Whatever you believe is…” He paused for emphasis, ”Appropriate.”
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Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #16 on Oct 20, 2009, 6:40am »
The blond Malfoy heir had stood motionless and silent next to his friends who one by one seemed to be called out to the Dark Lord. Lucius’ should have guessed that tonight would become a test for the younger ones amongst Voldemorts ranks. Although he felt no connection with the person that stood on the stage, and who’s doom had already been decided, besides perhaps sharing a classroom with her. It felt wrong to kill innocent children. But still there was very little he could do about it. It was the legacy the received from their parents. They had been pulled into this world since the day they had been born. It would all be for the better of it all. Mudbloods and bloodtraitors would suffer at the hands of the man that stood on the stage. Still Lucius had imagined that Lord Voldemort would be the one to enjoy the killings but in the end it seemed that the dirty work would be left for his minions. It was at this time that Lucius realized that the only thing he would ever been to the Dark Lord would be a minion. Of course he could improve his position amongst the Dark Lord with well timed actions and perhaps words to earn the Dark Lords favor but did he want to? It would be good for self preservation but it would lead to the lost of the few friends he had.
Like no he stood alone when Rodolphus was called forwards to punish their friend for his arrogance. It was a brilliant mental game that the Dark Lord was playing this evening, even better than the mental games his own father often played upon him. A shot of fear rushed through Lucius body as his face remained without emotion. This could be the end of their friendship, the end of the freedom they enjoyed with each other. Already Lucius was forming a small plan of how it would be handle best after the Dark Lord had gotten out of this evening what he wanted. It would be good to invite both Evan as Rodolphus over for a drink. In that way they could take care of Evan and whatever injuries the man would sustain this evening. Having Rodolphus there would mean that they could talk in private about what happened this evening.
Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #17 on Nov 16, 2009, 9:34pm »
So much has changed in Renault Lestrange that sometimes one would have to wonder if he was the same man he used to be in his youth- if there were any traces of the teenager that gave his loyalty to a cause bigger than any of them could have ever dreamed of. The truth was that there was very little left of that boy- all of it mostly destroyed and the bits and pieces that remained were corrupted beyond repair… even more now that the only source of happiness in his life has been stolen from him. All that made him human- all that made him Renault had vanished with the death of Cassius Rosier. He took all that was ever good in him and it only made sense: it had always belonged to him so with his death it was reasonable to let Cassius take it with him to wherever he was waiting for him to join eternity. It was unbearable to force himself to remain alive but he has a few things to do before allowing Death near him. Sure that Death walked beside him nowadays- a silent companion to a man without soul or heart. He was counting the days until his final demise and if he was growing impatient he didn’t show it. Blue eyes filled with only hatred stared back at the Dark Lord and then fell on Abraxas Malfoy- a rather ill Abraxas. Renault smiled- a tiny, lopsided and cruel smile- as he knew the man didn’t have much to live either… not that the world will miss him. Of course that Renault could help restore his health but no- he had no mercy left in him. He had been barely paying attention to what the Dark Lord was saying as his thoughts had wandered to more pleasant matters like the pain Malfoy was feeling or how he was going to make sure everything fell nicely into place before joining Cassius in the afterlife. Soon mon chéri, soon. He looked up with a bored expression and looked even twice as bored when he understood Rodolphus has been called to the stage. He was not in the mood for nonsense. He has an agenda and this was a waste of his precious time. Couldn’t they once for all get over with the desperate attempt to show he was the Master? Renault had no longer patience for his old friend.
Now- on the other end the youngest of the Lestrange was looking as bored and annoyed as the man who gave him life. The mask he wore help him to hide the emotion but his green eyes had been cursed with the same defect as the blue ones now filled with exasperation: they were as expressive as his Father’s and took actual effort from him to conceal the emotions- or to just disguise them if the first was impossible. He hated to be put in the spotlight and was not pleased to be called to join them at the stage. It didn’t make things better than his name was mentioned our loud and even less to realize he was going to bring harm to Evan. Talk about having a terrible day. He left Lucius alone- something that he didn’t feel was entirely right- and walked towards the stage with elegance and deadly calm just as Renault had done minutes before. He had been taught well: Renault had made sure he remembered he was better than anyone- Dark Lord included. Arrogant much? Indeed but that was something the Lestrange men had mastered after a series of trials and errors. Renault had learned the hard way but Rodolphus? He had not gone through the same experience. In regards to what he was asked to do: he wasn’t concerned at all. He and Evan had discussed different possible scenarios since they joined the Death Eaters. They knew they had to be ready for whatever situation thrown their way and as such not even the current unpleasant request could ruin the strong friendship that had built over several years of existence. He made his way up the stairs- still painfully slowly- and after what seemed an eternity he stood in between Evan and the Dark Lord. He didn’t spare one look to the other victims and for the first time in the night his mind had gone completely blank. Green eyes stared into black ones and if they shared any silent words it was impossible to know. He reached out for his wand and toyed with it between his fingers for a moment- a mocking resemblance of Renault. That was what he did when he was about to punish Rodolphus: playing with his wand in deep thought- trying to decide what hex to use against him. He then offered a bow to the Dark Lord and with perfect calm he aimed his wand at Evan before he spoke: “Crucio,” He will be forgiven. He knew that already and knew Evan could handle it. He would have done the same in his place.
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Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #18 on Nov 21, 2009, 9:24pm »
Evan watched, apparently uninterested, as the Dark Lord stalked away from him. He already knew he would pay for his snide remarks. His temper was legendary, as was his father’s, his grandfather’s- most Rosiers, to be perfectly honest. Fury was their most obvious weakness. Try as they might to remain calm, it never held out very long in the end. The Dark Lord knew this. He had known Cassius since their teenage years, had picked apart everything that made the man tick. And Evan, of course, had been introduced to the wizard during his early years, when he was too young to understand what was happening around him. His expression remained calm, black eyes stayed cold and dead- but there was mild humor that could be detected in his tone if one cared to listen close enough. “Pureblood supremacy, my Lord, is what Cassius passed down to me. You knew as well as anyone that I was just as arrogant as he,” he replied, cutting him an unwavering gaze. “Disobedience?” he then repeated, raising an eyebrow. The humor was still boldly clear in his tone. Not many people had enough courage to challenge the Dark Lord in any way. Evan saw the crowd shifting nervously as he carried out the conversation. “Forgive me- I had thought you asked me to choose.” Fear was a funny thing. Marlene and her siblings were all terrified of the man that walked so surely across the stage, knowing that their lives were coming to an end because of him. Evan’s life, in his opinion, had been over long before he was born, because of the same person. The difference? Evan did not fear the Dark Lord- not one bit. The one thing he had ever truly been afraid of was Cassius, and now that he was gone, there was nothing to fear. The dark-haired man had suffered beyond what most people would ever have believed possible. The Dark Lord could hex him until the sun came up and still he would not be frightened of him. Wary? Indeed- Evan was wary of him. He wasn’t masochistic, didn’t usually openly volunteer to be in pain. He was obedient because he didn’t enjoy the alternative option.
The longer the Dark Lord went on with his charade, the more darkly amused Evan became by the entire situation. He paid little attention to the previous victims, seeming not to notice them kneeling at his feet any longer. For the space of a heartbeat, a wide, cold smile flashed across his face- amused once more by his Lord’s words- before he controlled his expression and adopted a solemn one. Mockery- two could play that particular game, and Evan was rather skilled at it. “Of course. I can only hope that you can forgive me for this, in time. I meant not to upset you,” he said gravely, not missing the fact that his words were almost an exact reenactment of Cassius mocking Evan before he was punished. How fitting. He watched the Dark Lord look out into the crowd, searching for just the right person to put Evan in his place. When he spoke the name, almost as if by a reflex reaction black eyes looked to Renault. He had half a second to think of how perfectly the evening had worked out before his heart stopped beating. This shouldn’t have surprised him, but still somehow it did. Evan’s heart only started beating again when Rodolphus moved forward from the crowd. He didn’t have to see his friend’s face to know he wouldn’t like being singled out in front of everyone. With each painfully slow step Rodolphus took, Evan’s heart beat rhythmically to it, like they were connected. He stance was still maddeningly casual- in fact nothing about him changed- but there seemed to be a darkness that surrounded Evan once Rodolphus was called upon. His instinct was to protect him, but he knew that he could not. And Lucius, left by himself- it felt wrong that they had abandoned him there, but at the same time Evan was just glad that for now, at least, the blond man was simply going to watch. He had eyes only for Rodolphus as he walked across the stage to stand next to him.
They were prepared for this. A silent conversation passed between them, but they gave no indication that they were feeling anything at all. This went against their natures, but what choice did they have? Rodolphus was a remarkably stubborn man, and if they had not taken the time out to discuss what they would do in situations such as these, Evan was willing to bet his entire fortune that he would have refused to punish him- the same would have happened in reverse roles. He was also sure that no other groups of friends ever had to sit down and have a conversation about this sort of thing. But these were the lives they had chosen to live- there was no going back. Evan stood still, black eyes holding green ones in a silent conversation. He didn’t have to look to know Rodolphus was playing with his wand. It was a habit he had picked up from Renault. He had a moment’s warning before the curse rolled off of his friend’s tongue, timing it perfectly in his head. It was the obvious choice for a punishment. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the gathering knew it to be the worst pain imaginable… and, oh, they were wrong. But it still hurt- a lot. No sooner was the curse uttered that Evan was forced to his knees. His hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, eyes shut tight and his teeth clenched. And shaking- his entire body trembled visibly as he endured the pain with nothing but low growls. Every cell in his body ached and screamed for the pain to stop. His head was pounding horribly, adding to the torture. And still, he had endured so much worse than this, from none other than his own father. Evan knew for a solid fact that he was getting off easy. He hated that Rodolphus had been drug into the mess he created for himself, but also felt oddly relieved. Their bond was too strong to be broken. Evan wasn’t in the least bit upset at Rodolphus. They would leave the meeting with it far behind them. There was nothing to forgive.
Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #19 on Nov 22, 2009, 12:24pm »
So many layers of disobedience amongst those that were supposed to be his most loyal. Predicting, premeditating what they were going to do in case he ever became cross with them. The corners of the Dark Lord’s thin mouth curled up in a wicked smile as he watched the new head of the Rosier family fall to his knees, felled by a curse from the hand of his own best friend. His sallow skin was illuminated hellishly by the burning bonfire around the edge of the gathering; the foul excuse for a man feeding off the frightened insecurity that rippled through the sea of black cloaked figures.
”Enough.” He commanded in clipped tones, waving a thin hand imperiously for Rodolphus to stop the curse. But he wasn’t finished- oh no…
For a long moment, there was only silence, and the ragged breathing of the young man half collapsed on the boards beneath his knees. Blending with the soft, pitiful whimperings of the children clutched to their sister’s breast. ”You are such a good friend to him.. I think perhaps you will be only too happy then, to take his punishment for him.” The Dark Lord said in a slow, drawled threat. His heavy boots sounding hollowly against the boards as he crossed them, a long, claw-like hand twining through the dark hair of the young girl and jerking her to her small feet with a violent snap of his wrist.
She couldn’t be more than three or four, with dark half that fell into her eyes, and rosy cheeks still soft and babyish, and streaked with countless tears. Her little blue nightie was printed with tiny yellow ducks, too big, and nearly covering her dirty, bare feet. Kneeling down to her height, the Dark Lord brushed the hair from her wide, frightened and confused, brown eyes, his voice suddenly gentle- disturbingly so. Brushing his hand against his robes, as though he had touched something filthy.
”Do you see that man?” He said, pointing to Rodolphus. The little girl nodded, staring up at the much taller man, Well, he is going to let you see your parents again- won’t that be nice?” “Cynthia, no!” Marlene screamed, trying to reach out for her baby sister- only to be dragged back by the arms of a waiting cloaked figure, arms thickly corded with muscles. Cynthia looked over at her sister in confusion, before turning back to Rodolphus, innocently rubbing her head with a small hand when the Dark Lord let go of her. Still sniffling a little as she walked across the splintery boards, a hopeful naivite in her brown eyes as she gazed up at him.
“Pwease, Mr Sir, I wanna go home.” Her mother had always told her to be polite…
Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #20 on Nov 22, 2009, 8:57pm »
Rodolphus watched Evan with the same disturbing calm and detatchment- green eyes as cold as the black ones staring back at him. He would had never harm him if they hadn’t taken a moment to discuss the situation they were now facing. But that was not the case and thus both young men knew what roles to play in order to amuse both the easily frightened crowd and their crazed leader. He would have shown his distress as he saw his best friend fall to his knees and endure the sharp pain with more dignity than any other present could (with a few granted exceptions of course) but he didn’t even had to make an effort to hide it… simply because the emotions were trapped behind an invisible door in the depths of his soul. On the surface remained nothing and both of them understood it was the only reasonable reaction- their survival often hand in hand with their ability to conceal emotion and be nothing but empty and distorted versions of themselves. Rodolphus knew he would not apologize and Evan knew he would not have to forgive him. That had been settled long ago- too damn long ago to truly bother them anymore. It was because of their ability to anticipate that both of them were able to endure the cruel games arranged by the man in charge of the greatest show of horrors ever created by the mind of a very unbalanced charade of human being. He was barely paying attention to the Dark Lord and it took him a moment to make sense of his command- his hand lowering to his side as he put an end to the curse. Rodolphus remained standing still in between the man he called a brother and the one that was helping to destroy what was left of his soul… the feeling that it wasn’t over lingering inevitably over them- all of them.
And he was proven right too soon for his liking. The Dark Lord spoke once more and even if there was an evident threat behind his tone and words Rodolphus didn’t seem one bit amused nor concerned. He watched in silence as the wizard moved towards the unfortunate victims and despite his solemn attitude he could felt a sudden sickening feeling building inside him. It didn’t take a genius to understand what was going to happen: Rodolphus was going to murder an innocent child and there was little he could do to object against the despicable act. Once more the idea of taking the burden of the murder away from Evan seemed to be the only thing that provided him the strength to remain impassive. He looked down at the little girl and if her words touched a nerve it never showed. He was about to speak when a familiar voice caught his attention- his response immediate as he turned mechanically to face no other than his Father. Renault was standing in the same spot- near the stage- and the icy blue eyes didn’t match the almost melodic accent of his native French. The words sounding like a gentle caress as they filled the air of the night. “Tuer-la, Rodolph.” Kill her. Simple as that though only him could notice how impatient his Father was. The man was bored and somehow that managed to steal a crooked smile from Rodolphus. Gods! It seemed the night had been taken out of some rather strange book of tales of horror. “Tuer-la. Je m'ennuie à mourir.” the head of the Lestrange family added with the same undisturbed calm despite his mood. At this Rodolphus arched a brow- not noticeable as he was still wearing the mask- and after offering him a small bow he replied: “Comme vouz voudrez, Père.”
Ah yes- he would not contradict Renault if only because it was amusing how the older man was clearly aiming to ignore the Dark Lord- giving his own orders. Funny indeed and Rodolphus found no reason to not follow the game- silly as it might seem. Once more he returned to toy with his wand- twisting the thin piece of wood between his fingers with undeniable expertise. “Oh!” the young man said- turning to look at the Dark Lord after what could had been considered an eternity, almost as if he suddenly remembered he was still standing near him. He could be as reckless as his Father and it showed in the way he addressed his leader. “He just said I should help her reunite with her parents, my Lord. You see- we’re all growing a bit impatient.” he added with a light shrug of his shoulders. He then raised his wand- skillfully ignoring the little girl and blocking her voice- and aimed it towards her. “Immédiatement, Rodolph!” Hell… a bit impatient might not be the right way to describe Renault’s mood. “Oui, oui,” replied the highly amused Rodolphus. Without aiming to it his Father was making the whole ordeal a lot more easier than he would have thought. He knew it was all so wrong but it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken a life. He knew he was going to Hell for this but nothing registered in his brain. The whole exchange of words would probably upset their Lord but he didn’t care about that one either. His mind was still in blank- mercifully empty ad he sighed and finally spoke (very quietly yet calm) the two dreadful words: “Aveda Kedavra,” The flash of green light enveloped the small girl and that was it… she was home. He felt nothing but knew the weight of his actions tonight will come down crushing over him later on- the pain and the guilt to follow will be unbearable but he’ll endure it bravely… perhaps with the help of a bottle or two of his favorite liquor. He turned to his Father and said: “Satisfait, monsieur?” All that was given in reply was a firm nod but he suspected the man was smiling… the always alert blue eyes fixed on the Dark Lord as if challenging him to say something.
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Re: A Midnight Summons (ALL Death Eaters) « Reply #21 on Nov 29, 2009, 9:48pm »
Evan had lost track of how many seconds sluggishly ticked by since his body had been subjected to the painful curse, thought it couldn’t have been many. He didn’t see the Dark Lord’s pleasure at having him fall to his knees- weak and vulnerable for all to see. He couldn’t see the crowd, but he sensed that they were restless. Some would enjoy watching him suffer; some would not. And still most would be impassive. Why should they care what happened to the arrogant man on the stage, as long as their own fates were not involved? It sickened Evan to know how cowardly these men and women were. To know that he had to rely on them to watch out for him when they were placed together on missions. The same people that were exchanging looks of glee with their neighbors were those that he was supposed to trust with his life. Supposed to, but didn’t- couldn’t. Only a handful of people in the crowd gathered that night would he willingly trust. Rodolphus, of course, who already stood by his side to endure Hell with him. Lucius. Rabastan. Bellatrix. Yes- crazy as his cousin may be turning these days he had no doubt that she would never let harm come his way when they were teamed up. Bellatrix was the only actual family he had with him that night- the others family to him in all but blood. He was only glad that his cousin was just a part of the waiting crowd, and not directly involved- though he knew her well enough to guess that she would rather it be the other way, if only to leave everyone with no doubt of what she can do. The pain stopped suddenly, mercifully. All was quiet save for his breathing, though soon he gained control of it and not even that disrupted the thick tension in the air. The children were whimpering but that had become part of the night- simple background sound, something nobody paid any attention to. Evan rose slowly to his feet once he was certain he could hold his weight, standing tall and arrogant once again beside Rodolphus. His expression was back to its calm mask, but he felt sick inside. Rodolphus was now expected to murder the children. It was a stab to his conscience that he didn’t need. Evan almost opened his mouth to insist that he would do the deed, but thought better of it. The Dark Lord would only be too delighted to use his brother in some way to silence him.
Evan ignored the little girl as completely as if she wasn’t there. His cold black eyes were focused solely on Rodolphus- that is until a familiar voice caught his attention. Rodolphus was quickest to turn and face Renault, but it didn’t take very long before Evan also turned his back on the Dark Lord to face his Uncle. The man standing near the stage was the only person that could command Evan’s respect and spark his fear, now that Cassius was dead and gone. But he was not afraid of him in this moment. No- the tiniest hint of amusement mingled with annoyance lit up his eyes. Amusement because it was so very typical of his Uncle to want to be the one giving orders. Annoyance because of the language. It had always been a lifelong battle between the two close families. The Lestranges speaking French and the Rosiers speaking Italian, simply to annoy each other more often than not. Evan had spent enough time in the company of Rodolphus to understand most of what was said: Renault was ordering him to kill the girl because he was bored- but the dark-haired man suspected his Uncle of having another motive for disrupting the Dark Lord. Evan’s gaze was momentarily appraising as he studied Renault, then Rodolphus- straining to keep his expression smooth, because he was on the edge of smiling widely in response to the situation. “Sempre impaziente,” he murmured, the Italian words rolling neatly off his tongue. Always impatient. He still refused to look at the child, refused to listen to her words, tearing his gaze away from his friend only after the green flash of light followed his curse. Their Lord would not be pleased- of that he was certain. Evan looked once more to his Uncle to gather his response before black eyes flickered over to the Dark Lord, waiting remarkably patiently for his fury.
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