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Hogwarts rise of the Dark Lord
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Hogwarts rise of the Dark LordGlad to have a friend, Rey smiled to himself. But what was Luna doing with Dimitri in the Slytherin common room? Rey decided to not ask anything further, and just focus on his spell crafting.
Agent Fallows, signing out~
Harry dashes over to the forest. “Miss Emily, what are you doing? Oh hello Rayne, Harper. Nice to see you, in fact this is the perfect timing. Can all of you cast a patronus for me?”
Harper stood shocked infront of her was Harry Potter the Harry potter, she looked at her sister waiting for her to breakdown hoping she was okay she cast her patronus "Expecto patronum," she said and the tasmanian devil appeared before her eyes. After casting the spell she asked "I-Is Hermoine here?". Harper looked up to Hermoine so much she wanted to be part of the ministry of magic, but she could only hope for the best.
As soon as Harry finished speaking, a dark cloud of black smoke descended over the castle. It lifted minutes later, but this time round something was different. The atmosphere had changed, and the creepy voice spoke again “Your efforts are futile. A student is dead” And with a laugh, the voice became silent. Everyone was ushered to the Great Hall, while select few Teachers headed out to find the dead body. It turned out to be Willow Lestrange. She had been found lying dead not too far from the Ravenclaw dorms, a secret compartment behind a picture of mice. Burn marks were visible, severe, yes, but not that bad enough to be the cause of death. It was likely that the killing curse had been used. Willow was a very well known girl, a kind soul, someone who none could detest. Why did it have to be her?
Faith was terrified beyond her wits. “Will the school close down?” She asks Soleil.
Meanwhile Emily is holding Rayne’s shoulder in fear. “What do we do now?”
Meanwhile, Jules hovered over the body, unsure. There were spells and charms that could be cast to track down magic signatures and his theory was that a spell had killed the sweet student, not fire. But casting a spell over a dead body felt sacrilegious and it felt cold to use her corpse as a stepping stone for their investigation. She had been a person, a vibrant and kind soul who had wandered these halls just a few hours ago. Gritting his teeth, Jules pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes as a kaleidoscope of colours burst behind his eyelids. Soft swearing tumbled from his mouth as he turned away from the body. This was exactly why he wanted to disappear from the magical world, wanting nothing to do with the petty politics and world ending events that threatened to topple over their society. Removing his hands, Jules blinked away the swirling fireworks and stumbled towards Professor Flitwick. He just wanted to break down safely and he knew that the Professor who he viewed as a father figure was the safest place. Everything was just too much
The thought revolved in Suvansh's mind, not being able to wrap his head around the situation. There was a prophecy, yes. Someone cast Morsmorde, check. But killing a student. That was just another whole level for Suvansh. While he didn't know Willow much, chatter suggested how sweet of a soul she was. It made him panic more than the thought that there was a fricking dragon in the Forbidden Forest a moment ago, which he was just about to go check out. For now, though, he went into the Great Hall and tried to cheer up anyone he could find who was scared, whether it was a Hufflepuff or Slytherin, first-year or fifth.
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But it was over, and amist all the panic, the only way to get through this would be to protect himself. He was with the other evacuated students, and had managed to grab his suitcase along before he left. No one would probably notice if he disappeared. He opened his seemingly bottomless suitcase once again, and jumped in.
In the suitcase, now as big as a room, he took out various scrolls, all notes on his latest spell, which may be the only battle related spell he would ever be able to legally learn. (after all, you can't ban it if the spell was just made). It was a Reanimate spell. He originally created the spell to bring a imaginary friend to life, having gotten inspiration to the moving paintings in hogwarts but now, the spell held greater importance to him than ever before. He will perfect it soon.
Willow Lestrange was dead. A kind girl, but a girl of the Lestranges.
The prophecy-marked people were in danger
He was in danger
How in the world was he going to get out of this one? He recgonzied Faith's voice and said outloud, "Because by then it would be too late. And besides, how would they know?"