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Post by evanrosier on Mar 18, 2012 7:00:29 GMT
Evan stepped into the hall, pulling his Dracula type cape tightly around his chiselled torso. His popped collar and make-up disguise would provide him with enough cover for the attack tonight. Of course, being in the middle of a crowded event with teachers and Aurors patrolling and watching every move, the escapade would be difficult. But, thankfully for Evan, he had been assigned a cunning and devious partner to help him with the task.
The task: kidnapping Auror and Professor John Dawlish.
The Dark Lord had been as mysterious as when he had first emerged as a powerful dark leader, when Evan was summoned to his presence. The task had been given and there were no two ways about it. Accept his commands and perform them well, or die. Evan had opted to choose the first. Luckily for him, he had been partnered up with his Great Uncle, Albert Dimmare.
Evan greeted his older partner with a silent nod as he made his way to the outside courtyard and ducked behind a shrubbery. ”Uncle,” he said simply, acknowledging his presence.
They had both been over the plan the night they received their assignment and had worked out a way to make it possible. A portkey had been set up by the side of the fountain (in the form of a small, pulled out weed), to take their captive to the chosen location for ‘questioning’.
They had roughly ten minutes to wait until the portkey left – with or without them. Which, under the circumstances, meant that John had to be out in the courtyard in under ten minutes or the Dark Lord was going to have both Evan and Albert for breakfast.
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Post by willdavies on Mar 18, 2012 13:03:43 GMT
Albert waited in the courtyard just outside the Great Hall that had been decorated for the night's event. Despite all of the Headmaster's security measures, he had been able to walk right through the Hogwarts gates. Wrapped in countless layers of Obfuscation and Disillusionment and Notice-Me-Not Charms, the wards had barely registered his presence. A touch of Occlumency to imitate the familiar shape of Horace Slughorn's thoughts (which he'd tiptoed through several times in his final years at Hogwarts) and he was safely through the impressive defence that Dumbledore had erected.
Cloaked still in those disguising Charms that had allowed him entry, with a Warming charm and the tattered grave-shroud stained with blood that passed as a costume worn over the top, he waited for his great-nephew to arrive. It had been a pleasant surprise when Voldemort informed him that he would be working with Evan on this assignment. The Gentleman was used to working with the usual unpolished thugs that Riddle used as tools, and it was gratifying that for once he would be working with someone of impeccable breeding, intelligence and subtlety (traits Albert knew his great-nephew to possess, though the boy was a little inexperienced).
As Evan approached, Albert gave him a measured nod in response. ”Nephew. I trust you are well.” The tone left no room for misunderstanding; it was a statement, not a question. ”Have you made arrangements for our target to join us, or are we relying upon the whims of Lady Fortune this evening?”
Drawing his wand, Albert settled in to wait like the proverbial spider until Hogwarts’ latest-most Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher stepped into his web.
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Post by evanrosier on Mar 22, 2012 10:51:30 GMT
Evan had to fight back a scoff at his Uncle’s question. As if Evan would leave anything up to chance – especially when it came to carrying out a plan that the Dark Lord had given him. ”Uncle,” he started, turning to face the man with a sour expression on his face, ”The scumbag will be here. Word has it there’ll be a spiked drink tonight that should drive him and his...” Evan paused as he tried to think of the right word. ”Love bird out here.”
Just as Evan finished his small lecture, the doors to the courtyard opened, and lo-and behold, John Dawlish and Katherine Dupree stepped outside and locked the door behind them. It was perfect. Evan and Albert barely had to lift any fingers, as John was ensuring their security by locking the only escape to the outside courtyard.
The minutes went by (Evan was timing it) and the time to act was approaching. They’d been listening to the Professor’s mushy crap for far too long, and if this continued, Albert and Evan would have to do something about it.
It was as if everything was being handed to them on a platter. John had ensured their privacy and secrecy, and almost as soon as the lovey-dovey crap had started, it was over, as Katherine ran away in tears. If Evan had anything of a heart, he might have felt some sympathy for John and what had just happened to him, but as the case was, he didn’t give a rats ass.
Katherine was out of the picture and there was less than two minutes to get back to the Portkey. He watched and waited for Albert’s signal and readied himself to corner John. He slipped his Death Eater mask on and sat tight, ready to pounce.
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Post by johndawlish on Mar 22, 2012 10:53:02 GMT
She had gone. In the time that it had taken for John to tell Katherine how he felt, she had turned around and left him standing alone in the empty courtyard. Not because she didn’t love him back, but because she thought John had been poisoned with a love-potion. A love-potion that was causing him to say things that weren’t true.
Everything he had said had been the truth. He hadn’t drank any punch, but instead had chosen the wrong night to confess his feelings for her. He stood alone in the darkness, feeling his chest heave. Was he crying? He moved a hand to his face, his eyes unmoving from the spot where Katherine had been only a few minutes ago. What had he done?
Just as John heaved a sigh – or, was it another sob? John could barely tell – he heard footsteps behind him. It failed to register in his mind that he wasn’t entirely alone; his head completely clouded with Katherine and the scenario that had left him feeling empty.
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Post by willdavies on Mar 22, 2012 11:31:31 GMT
Albert hid a small frown as Evan insulted the two teachers who had just emerged from the Great Hall. Not only was such language unbecoming of a gentleman, but as a student there was a certain level of propriety and respect expected towards professors, regardless of their blood or choices. ”Nephew,” He said softly, ”No matter how objectionable either of us may find them and their behaviours, there is no need for such crude insults.”
As Dawlish and his companion, who Albert vaguely recalled was the Muggle Studies professor, began embracing and then kissed, his lip curled into a sneer of distaste. Chaste as the kiss had been, such behaviour was inappropriate in public and should be confined to the most private of settings. Albert could at least commend Dawlish for having the decency to avoid such a vulgar display in front of his students, but grimaced as the pair began to raise their voices and declare their feelings aloud.
Checking his pocketwatch to see how long was left, Albert looked up as the noise reached a crescendo as the woman rushed out of sight and Dawlish crumpled to the ground, looking entirely distracted. Silently casting a Sealing charm on the door into the Great Hall to avoid any possible escape or interference, Albert caught Evan’s gaze and nodded to signal that it was time, lips peeling back into a razor-edged grin.
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Post by evanrosier on Mar 22, 2012 22:22:56 GMT
Evan snarled back at his uncle. Was he not a Death Eater? She was a muggle, and Dawlish had chosen her for a life partner. It was unforgivable under all circumstances. But, with Albert being his elder, Evan kept his trap shut, hoping that for whatever reason Albert would just read his mind.
Albert gave the signal and the flame in Evan's eyes ignited. He crept up behind the gangly teacher and whipped out his wand, hoping that the Death Eater mask he was wearing wouldn't muffle the sound of his stunning spell.
"Stupefy!" Evan cried, pointing his wand at Dawlish's back. The man crumpled on the spot, falling hard and fast to the floor. Evan scuttled over to him and grabbed an arm, waiting for his uncle to grab the other one.
They had roughly thirty seconds before the Portkey was due to leave. Holding half of John's weight, Evan dragged him over to the small, pulled out weed with the help of his Uncle. Time could not go any faster. Just as Evan pulled his sleeve back to look at his watch, he saw a face hiding in the bushes, closer to the door. Had someone been here this whole time?
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Post by Emily Prescott on Mar 22, 2012 22:47:35 GMT
 Emily hurried out the Great Hall with her head down, a hand covering her mouth as she quickly stepped out the side door. The main entrance had been locked a while ago by Professor Dawlish, trying to get Professor Dupree out of the line of fire. Someone had spiked one batch of bunch with a potion designed to have anyone who drank it to fall in love with the lovely Professor. To make things worse, her boy-friend (perhaps now former) and best-friend were currently dry humping each other on the Great Hall floor.
Letting out a small shuddering breath, Emily wiped her eyes furiously with the back of her hand, refusing to cry and shook her head, blowing out a small breath, her chest still heavy with the feeling of betrayal, shame, humiliation and heart-break. "Idiots..." she whispered to herself, leaning back against a wall, turning her eyes up to view the night sky. Suddenly finding it didn't hold the same calming effect it usually did.
A noise to her left caught her attention, there she saw Professor Dawlish looking extremely upset. Before she could step out to go see the Professor, two masked figures appeared immediately casting the 'stupefly' spell, and she could only watch in horror as the handsome professor crumbled to the stone floor hard. As he was dragged closer to the other bushes, Emily could do nothing but watch, her eyes narrowing in one of the figures who had looked up and spotted her.
Immediately flashes of the attack she'd suffered in the forest flooded through her mind, making it difficult to breath but for some insane reason her body took an unconscious step forward out of the bushes, her eyes locked on the Professor as she fumbled to retrieve her wand, not sure what she was going to do but she had to try right...
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Post by johndawlish on Mar 23, 2012 0:47:47 GMT
As the sound of footsteps finally registered in John's brain, he turned around to see who had seen this display that had just happened. Two cloaked figures approached, and as the one on the left raised it's wand, John thought about Katherine. A gut instinct told him that this would be the last time he would see her.
His gut squirmed at the thought, but he had no time to react. He fell to the floor, his limp body about to be dragged away by the two unknowns.
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Post by willdavies on Mar 24, 2012 6:21:04 GMT
As Albert strode over to join Evan in supporting Dawlish’s limp body, he allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. The target was subdued with time to spare, and there had been no mistakes. No witnesses, no unnecessary violence or magic to alert Albus Dumbledore of their identity. All was well. Shouldering half of Dawlish’s weight as they dragged him towards the bushes and the Portkey hidden within, Albert was well pleased.
But from over by the castle he suddenly felt a pulse of emotion that struck his Legilimency like a hammer blow as the realization fell upon him: they had been seen. Turning to look at Evan, Albert saw that his nephew had also spotted the spectator. ”We’ve been seen. Deal with the watcher,” He hissed urgently, ”Leave Dawlish to me.”
Leaning forward and grasping the Portkey just in time, Albert kept a tight hold on Dawlish as he felt a sudden tugging sensation in his navel and the world around him dissolved into a blur of colour as the Portkey activated.
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Post by evanrosier on Mar 25, 2012 1:03:57 GMT
As Emily Prescott took a step out from behind the bushes, anger inflamed Evan's mind. What was she doing here? His Uncle's words rang clear through Evan's mind and he knew what must be done for the sake of the plan. He dropped John's other arm and turned around to see Albert and Dawlish disappear with the touch of the portkey.
His wand still grasped tightly in his hand he turned around to face Emily. His mask would obstruct her view, but no doubt she would recognise his voice. "Prescott," he hissed softly. "Glad you could join us this evening. Why don't you take a seat?"
"Imperio!" Evan said quietly, pointing his wand towards Emily. It was an extremely difficult spell to throw off, and Evan hoped that Emily hadn't been placed under it's effects before. He moved his wand at the chair and waited for Emily to follow suite and sit down.
He took a seat next to her, holding his wand tightly so that Emily couldn't move. "Listen here, sweet little Emily," he said lightly, raising his other hand to touch her face. "If you tell anyone about what you've just seen, bad things will happen."
His eyes peered at her from within the mask. "First your friends will die. Chase Connors... Lachlan Parker..." He listed her friends first. Surely that would hit a nerve. "Then your family. You'll have nobody left. Poor Emily, all alone, because she couldn't keep her fat trap shut." Evan pouted and shook his head.
The next portkey would leave in less than a minute and Evan needed to catch it - it was his only escape out of here.
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Post by Emily Prescott on Mar 25, 2012 1:32:20 GMT
In her haste to retrieve her wand from the belt on her dress, Emily neglected to see Professor Dawlish and the other kidnapper had vanished, and she was now the sole focus of the other masked figure. Though when he spoke, and she heard his voice, the wand she'd just grabbed hold of fell to the floor in shock, and her entire body went ice cold as a feeling of immense dread washed over her. Suddenly flashes of the Forest Attack flooded unrelenting to the front of her mind and her heart was gripped with a fear even more crippling than what she'd felt that night.
This man, whoever he was had been there, he'd been one of the ones to attack her and the others. His voice had haunted her nightmares ever since. Before her mind could even begin to contemplate running, staying and fighting, even screaming for help she felt her body fall beneath the Imperious curse, and she was suddenly completely helpless, bound to do whatever he ordered her to do. Having never been a victim of this spell before, there was no way she could even begin to know how to throw it off, right now she was completely helpless and sure she was going to die.
Forced to sit down, she could do nothing else but stare ahead of her, straight at this masked figure, feeling the trembling of her body even if it wasn't visible to him. "Listen here, sweet little Emily," as he spoke he raised a hand to touch her face and she felt disgusted. Tears fell from her eyes, as he proceeded to talk, not caring the effects he was having upon this girl. She imagined it gave him some kind of sick thrill to see her like this...
"First your friends will die. Chase Connors... Lachlan Parker..." Emily felt her heart thunder against her chest as he threatened to hurt them should she speak to anyone about what she'd seen. Professor Dawlish was gone, how could she simply not say anything about it to anyone, that poor man, she couldn't stay quiet. Staying silent would mean giving him no chance at all of a rescue...but as his words slowly sunk in, Emily squeezed her eyes closed, tears falling mercilessly as her chest heaved and she let out a small sob.
She hated it, it made her sick to think of not doing anything but she couldn't risk those she loved being hurt. Emily knew this man, boy, whoever he was would have no problem following through on his threat. She'd personally witnessed what him and his friends were capable of...at least a little of it...Her heart broke for the Professor, guilt began to settle inside her as she nodded her head, unable to open her eyes and look back at him as she spoke the words she was sure would haunt her from here on out, "I won't tell anybody...I promise..." she said softly.
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Post by evanrosier on Mar 25, 2012 22:29:59 GMT
Evan smirked from under his mask (not that Emily could see it). "There's a good girl," he cooed, stroking her face with his long, delicate fingers. "If you tell, I will find out."
Without feeling the need to say any more, Evan rose out of the chair and walked over to the small bird fountain where the second portkey lay. "Remember, Prescott," Evan called as he lay his hand down on the bag of birdseed that sat near the bottom of the fountain. "If you tell, I will know."
With those words, Evan felt a tugging somewhere near his navel and the portkey jerked him back towards the Death Eater hideout. The Imperius Curse had lifted on Emily as soon as Evan had disappeared, but all he could hope was that he'd left an impression, telling her specifically not to tell anyone.
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