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Date: January 16th, 2013
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| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| To Have Breathed One's Last; Year 6 - Day 6 - Post-attack (Evening/Night) | |
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| Brock Baker | Feb 20 2012, 06:30:55 PM Post #1 |
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The darkness had already begun to fall upon the quiescent walls of the largest magical prison in the world. The eeriness of the place was quadrupled by the stillness of its walls and pungent stench of death that seemed to surround them. However, it was what lay behind those walls that made even a toughened man like Brock Baker stop. The newly promoted Auror stood unmoving for a few moments, taking in the scene before him. Blood, bodies and at times their various parts lay scattered across the entrance hall. Forgotten. The man straightened his shoulders and unsheathed his wand. This was not his favourite part of the job. His thigh and face stung, his muscles were sore but none of that mattered. After dealing with some necessities at Hogwarts and appointing a few competent people to act in his stead, Baker hadn't wasted any time and continued on straight to Azkaban. There was still a minor chance some of his colleagues might have survived the massacre. It became apparent right away that Alphonse spared nobody. Pushing any emotions aside, along with the steadily building fury, Brock began to work. Identifying the victims and sealing them up to avoid further decay. It was the least he could do for the families, it was his responsibility and he would allow no other man to do it for him. Who knew when he would see daylight again with the piles of letters he was due to compose and send. He was no bureaucrat. There were only a few more rooms left to sweep and Baker didn't know how long had he spent in this godforsaken place. Time seemed to have its own mind around here. For some, perhaps it did. He regretted not having had the option to kill Alphonse over and over again before the pain would cloud his deranged brain entirely, but Brock supposed he could count his blessings for not having to encounter a small army of all-too-familiar Inferi. Another guard lay cold beneath his feet. A woman in her early twenties who reminded him of Evangeline, whom he wasn't able to find so far - unless her body was one of the ones disfigured beyond recognition. Her pale face and dark brown eyes were staring up at him in pure fright. Baker kneeled beside her still frame and gently drew her eyelids shut before the casting the spell that was now irrevocably engraved in his mind. Scratching another name off the list, Brock stood and returned to the corridor, leaning his grimy forehead against the cold steel surface of the door. It didn't help. A sudden gut-wrenching growl left his lips. His fist launched forward, connecting with the hard surface with such force it left a deep dent. A faint crack came from his hand and a loud clattering sound echoed down the corridor. He didn't care about either. |
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| Evangeline Davidson | Feb 20 2012, 07:04:35 PM Post #2 |
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Evangeline Davidson was not having a good day. When it started, she knew it wasn't going to be an ordinary one by any means, but in none of the furthest reaches of her mind could have imagined it would end like this. She was stuck in a small interrogation room -- no like seriously stuck, in fact, her feet were frozen to the ground and her wand arm frozen as well -- with the bodies of two of her colleagues. One of them was nothing more than a dry husk of a mummy which looked straight out an Egyptian tomb. On top of that, she'd spent the morning being sexually harassed by a deformed evil wizard. Her arm was starting to hurt and her legs were really, really tired so all in all, today sucked. While she was unaware of the complete devastation which law beyond the half-open door, she had a pretty good idea of what it looked like. Alphonse made it clear to her that this was so much bigger than him and her, and she spent the first hour of her isolation listening to the chaos outside. People being tortured had a tendency to do a lot of screaming, you see. The fact that she was left alive was a double-edged sword. No, she hadn't wanted to die (what healthy 21 year old did?), but knowing she'd been unable to stop him or at least get to go down fighting instead of stuck in that room, helpless...it ate at her, more and more with each other that passed. It felt like Evangeline had been trapped for days. She really had no concept of time to go by except for the body of Harrison which lay on the ground at her feet. It was the only thing which betrayed the trick of her senses and assured her that it had, in fact, not been days, but maybe only a handful or more of hours since the interrogation. Hours since she had heard a soul. Her mind kept playing awful scenarios of what happened at Hogwarts, which she knew for certain to be Alphonse's 'greener pastures.' If she ever saw that bastard again, she would rip his head off (maybe his dick too, for kicks) with her bare hands. She spent a good amount of time imagining what it'd be like to kill him, but as the hours wore on, Evangeline's body was exhausted and she wanted desperately just to collapse to the ground to give her muscles some relief. Her knees gave in buckled beneath her, and immediately her right arm practically screamed with pain (if body parts could speak, that is) as she fell forward. Using her free arm, she tried to grasp at the table which was so close,...but not close enough as she only succeeded in knocking it over. She was on the verge of tears when all of a sudden she was startled by a loud noise which seemed to come from somewhere down the hall. "Who's there?" she cried out as loud as she could, voice cracking. "Help! " At this point, Evangeline didn't care who was there. It could have been a rogue knight and she would have welcomed their presence, even if only to torture or kill her. She'd go crazy here, and her arm was badly twisted (maybe broken?)...she needed whatever or whomever was at the end of that hallway. Edited by Evangeline Davidson, Feb 20 2012, 07:06:02 PM.
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| Brock Baker | Feb 22 2012, 11:45:20 AM Post #3 |
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At first, Baker couldn't quite believe his ears as the distant cry for help echoed through the empty corridors. Could it be that someone survived after all? Or was it merely a ghost of one of the butchered guards and Aurors? Whatever the case, Baker didn't lag behind. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he broke into a sprint until he reached one of the interrogation rooms with its doors wide ajar. Inside, there was another set of lifeless bodies and someone else, alive, kneeling on the floor with their hand twisted painfully behind them. It only took a second for him to recognize who that person was. "Eva?" he rasped in surprise, the voice a result of the day's mistreatment of his vocal cords. He was looking at a ghost, surely. But the shock was overcome shortly and in a blink he was crouching next to his colleague, the ice thawing steadily beneath his wand. "Holy hell, you have no idea just how lucky you are," Brock commented, wondering how was it possible she was left alive, but first he had to make sure she was unharmed, "anything broken?" Quickly, he eyed her up and down. There appeared to be no open wounds but it remained to be seen whether there was any other kind of scars left behind. Did she know what happened to everyone else? Baker almost wished she had been unconscious at that time. |
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| Evangeline Davidson | Feb 22 2012, 05:18:54 PM Post #4 |
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Evangeline's heart was racing so fast she thought it might leap out from her chest. The time between when she cried out to when a figure appeared in the doorway stretched far longer in her mind than it did in reality. These seemed to be the longest and most drawn out 5 or so seconds of her life. It gave her time to wonder just who was going to turn the corner. Yes, she was desperate for anyone but she was hoping just as desperate for that person to be friendly, a fellow member of the MLE maybe, or even better...a healer. The figure who appeared was far more ragged and disheveled than she, but his build gave away his gender. He was covered in dirt, dust, and blood, so much so that although he seemed frighteningly familiar, she could not place him. That is, until Evangeline heard him speak; she would recognize that voice anywhere. "Brock!" she exclaimed, relieved. "Thank Merlin it's you. For a minute I was terrified you were Alphonse come back or me or something else terrible," Evangeline was grateful as he melted the ice which held her captive. Her body, after hours of holding itself up, sagged in exhaustion with the ice gone. Gripping her injured arm with her free one, she leaned back against the table ahe'd previously knocked over and tried to stretch out her legs. Her muscles protested by making it painful and her knees hurt like a bitch, but she was alive, and that was more then she could say for Davis and Harrison. "I can imagine," she muttered. Brock's appearance, coupled with the absolute eerie silence she'd endured hinted just how lucky she was. She didn't want to think about the piles of the dead that lay beyond the safety of the interrogation room, those whose screams had echoed in her ears and down the metal and stone of the hallways. The massive breakout undoubtedly took many lives. "Uh, my arm might be broken," Evangeline responded, unsure. "It's hard to judge the severity based on pain right now; my whole body pretty much aches, so..." Taking a moment to focus on something else, she turned her eyes to him. The man looked like he had been to hell and back. Evangeline could really only imagine what terrors occurred at Hogwarts that day, but she knew, judging from general knowledge of the Knights and Brock's tired, haggard appearance, that it was devastating. "Forget me for a minute," she said. "What about you? You look like death warmed over," |
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| Brock Baker | Feb 23 2012, 07:37:35 PM Post #5 |
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Brock had not found the time to pause and look into a mirror in between the fights with KoW, and Evangeline's slight hesitation made him not even want to. "Alphonse?!" he pressed a palm of his free hand against his chest scandalously, "you wound me." Remaining in the same spot, Baker took a look around the room, his lips stretching into a thin line as he identified one of the bodies. The other one was beyond any recognition. Whatever happened in this room couldn't have been pleasing to the eye and he would have to ask her about it later. Turning his gaze back to the young Auror, nodded in response, reaching into the inside pocket of his ruined suit. "Here," Brock said, pulling out a small green vial and handing it to Evangeline, "for the pain." Before leaving the castle, he naively grabbed some supplies from the Hospital Wing, part of him still assuming some of the Aurors might only be badly wounded. Still, now he was glad it could be put to use. Personally, he wasn't overly fond of painkillers and avoided them like paperwork. The pain usually fuelled him on, reassured him of being alive in tough times. This was definitely one. The wizard conjured an impromptu splint around her injured hand. "Just don't try any gymnastics." Evangeline's next comment elicited a low chuckle from Brock, which shortly turned into a cough. "Gee thanks, Scully," he teased. There were very few instances when Baker didn't joke about, no matter how harsh the situation. It was his way of dealing with stuff and he couldn't care less what others thought about him for it. Seeing Eva alive brought him back to his normal self. Baker decided it was safe to give her the shorter version; she did seem to be taking everything quite well, considering. "As the boasting son of a bitch probably told you, Hogwarts was visited by the Knights earlier today. Hell, even Amaranth made an appearance. He abducted a couple of kids and a professor before collapsing the Great Hall on everyone else. There were a few other tussles all over but without any student casualties. A few of the tough buggers are recovering from some pretty nasty injuries, though. Anyway, we drove the bad guys away and Hogwarts is more or less secure for now." Finishing his narrative, Brock allowed himself to sit down, propping his hands down on the floor and sighing contentedly at the grateful relief his sore legs sent him. "Oh, and I happen to be a Head of MLE," the man added offhandedly, his eyes blissfully closed. |
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| Evangeline Davidson | Feb 26 2012, 02:42:07 PM Post #6 |
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Thanks," Evangeline said, taking the vile with a grateful but tired smile. She quickly downed its contents, but couldn't hide the grimace. It tasted terrible, and she had no desire to find out exactly what Brock had given her as long as it worked. "You're lucky you do look like death or I might have hit you," she declared. "You know I hate that nickname!" Evangeline despised nicknames on the whole. It was rare she used them and even more rare that she didn't give grief to those who used them with her. Even her mother couldn't escape a sigh or the roll of the eyes when calling her Eva. Brock, unfortunately, seemed to love nicknames more than was healthy, and especially when it aggravated people. People meaning Evangeline. Listening to him relay the tale of what happened at Hogwarts while she was stuck here in this graveyard, there were few words which could come to mind to describe her reaction. She knew things had to have been bad, but she certainly hadn't imagined the Dark Lord would make an appearance. She figured Brock was glossing over quite a bit, sparing the gruesome details. Normally, it would drive her crazy, but in this moment, she was thankful. She had enough gruesome details in her own memory to last a while. "You're the head of the what?" Evangeline asked, eye wide in disbelief. "Uh, I mean, not that I think you can't do it or be great at it, but...really?" Brock's announcement confirmed for the young woman that, as she suspected, things would not be the same after today was over. People died and disappeared, Hogwarts was in ruins, Azkaban was no longer secure...it was like everything she ever thought for certain was now ending in question marks, including her confidence in herself. "Well, what a day this is turning out to be," Evangeline commented, sighing. "Can't say I saw any of this happening when I woke up this morning," |
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| Brock Baker | Feb 27 2012, 02:57:11 PM Post #7 |
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Lucky wasn't exactly the word he would use to describe his day, although he had believed it would be his last on several occasions, but Brock could be grateful for each hit that didn't get delivered. "I don't know what you're talking about, Scull," he replied to her protest with well-enacted innocence that was effectively tarnished by his inordinately rugged appearance. Evangeline made it quite apparent she wasn't fond of nicknames, and that knowledge only made him enjoy calling her one some more. Baker's friends didn't usually get any special treatment, not even they could escape his bluntness and teasing, but he generally didn't often overdo it as with other people. Brock actually laughed at her genuine surprise, his eyes drifting open again. It was a somewhat wheezing laugh but definitely one. Evangeline wasn't the only one who found that news so shocking. But as he replayed the moment of his designation, his smile died out entirely. "Kemp named me his successor before walking into Amaranth's portal. Must have been trap," Baker speculated. The man's last words were still fresh in his mind. Other than the abducted students and his colleagues wounded in the fight, he did manage to get everyone else out alive. Even Tyson somehow survived. And yet, that knowledge wasn't all that appeasing. Brock felt as though he had entered a dark tunnel that would never end. Now it was up to him to find a way to crush their seemingly invincible enemy. But he would not stop until he did. Brought out of his uncharacteristically murky thoughts by the young woman's apt comment, Brock arched an eyebrow, "No shit, don't think any of us did." Exhaling a deep sigh of his own, the wizard pushed up from the floor and onto his feet, holding out a hand for her. "Okay, let's get you to a proper healer." Evangeline could protest all she wanted but Brock was dead set on having an expert check her up after seeing what Pointe du Lac was capable of. The only problem was that they couldn't apparate out, as the wards were still in place and active. Therefore, they would have to walk back to the entrance through the corridors littered with bodies, even though Baker had partially cleaned up on his way here, so to speak. "It's not a pretty sight out there," Brock remarked. He wouldn't blame her for not wanting to look. |
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