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Private RP with Hestia - Emmaline Vance

Mar. 19th, 2004

09:46 pm - Private RP with Hestia

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I collect Hestia as quickly as possible. Activity will perhaps be the best cure for the sense of helplessness that I have been experiencing, and the child oughtn't to go alone.

We apparate to the outskirts of Whorlston, and begin entering the town as inconspicuously as possible, but there are already signs of destruction. "Follow the smoke," I murmur quietly, my heart in my mouth as I imagine what we might find there.

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From:hestyhesty
Date:March 19th, 2004 08:57 pm (UTC)
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I nod to her and take out my wand silently. For some reason my midsection hurts...damn Malfoy. Still playing tricks with my mind.

People have started to come out of their homes, the homes that are left. Signs of destruction are everywhere. Buildings immolated, structures gutted, craters...smoke...

And then I see them.

"My God..."

My wand goes down to my side...
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From:stately_emma
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:02 pm (UTC)
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My heart begins racing at the signs of devastation. There are clumps of wounded lying here and there, and, wand out, I move forward to investigate.

The first face I recognize is Lucius Malfoy. It takes all my restraint and breeding not to spit on my fellow Slytherin, but I have better things to worry about. There may be Order members here.

And in the second group, I am proved correct. "Hestia!" I shout, and kneel down beside a familiar, battered figure. Alastor Moody.
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From:hestyhesty
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:07 pm (UTC)
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Death Eaters. On the ground...not dead but grievously wounded. I can recognize one, Lucius Malfoy. Breathing hard through grated teeth. They'll have to be taken care of so that they can enjoy the rest of their lives in Azk-

"What?"

I follow Emmaline's cry and stop cold. Alastor. His eye is gone...that funny little eye. His body is...charred and beaten nearly beyond recognition and lying in the middle of a crater.

What happened? How- Moody...

My wand nearly slips out of my hand.

"How is he?" I ask with a lump in my throat, knowing full well the answer.
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From:stately_emma
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:13 pm (UTC)
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I draw a deep breath before answering her. "Dead, Hestia. He is dead." Alastor Moody - the man who taught me how to drink and swear, is dead. Who saved my life during the last war countless times... And where was I? I was off suspecting him of collaboration with He Who Must Not Be Named.


"Forgive me," I whisper, as I close his eye.
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Date:March 19th, 2004 09:17 pm (UTC)
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"Damn it!" I swear. I glance around, not sure what I'm looking for...someone to punish maybe? Someone to hurt...

Instead I rub a dirty hand through my hair and sink to my knees. I don't cry...I don't like crying. It's...not something I learned to do easily in Slytherin.

"He was with Tom, wasn't he?" I say hoarsely. "Where is he? Who did all of this. Not even Moody could have..."

I look around again, the feeling in the pit of my stomach getting worse and worse...
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From:stately_emma
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:23 pm (UTC)
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I stand up, moving away from Moody's lifeless body. Scanning the area, I can see what appears to be an even larger crater some distance away. I begin walking towards it, very slowly, a ringing in my ears drowning out the sounds of Death Eaters cursing and moaning.

Hestia is moving in the same direction, and I know we are both looking for the same thing...some kind of confirmation of our worst fears.
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From:hestyhesty
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:30 pm (UTC)
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It doesn't take long until we find it. Scorch marks of a hellish battle. The singed tatters of robes.

I bend on my knees and pick up one of them. I recognize this robe...he was wearing it when he came to visit me. Tom Jedusor. What...

A flicker of movement in my grabs my attention, and I turn to another burnt patch of robe not far from where I found Toms'. It was blue, and had a star-patterned trim.

I stare at it a moment...flick a bug that had landed on my face away from me...and then gasp.

My hands fly to my mouth, and I drop my wand and the torn shard of fabric.

I can't. I'm wrong. I'm wrong!

Look away!
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From:stately_emma
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:35 pm (UTC)
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My eyes land on the piece of fabric at the same time as Hestia's. I watch, fists clenching, as she picks it up. It cannot be. The Order cannot have lost Alastor Moody and Albus Dumbledore in one horrible battle. It isn't possible.

I turn away, hardly knowing where I am going until I find myself standing over Malfoy, wand raised. Dumbledore always advocated mercy. Was he shown any in the end? I doubt it. But I will be merciful...a quick death is that if nothing else.
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From:hestyhesty
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:40 pm (UTC)
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Albus....Albus....Albus! Albus is...

We're done... We're fucked. We're completely...

He's still out there...and Albus is dead.

My mind is muddled. The smoke, the fire, the screams...now the sounds of Aurors apparating into the area... they don't know. None of them know.

I'm so out of it I almost miss Emmaline making to kill Malfoy.

My eyes widen, and tears nearly blind my vision. I snatch my wand from the ground, whip it toward her and shout "IMPEDIMENTIA!"

"No, Emma!" I scream as the spell hurdles towards her.
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From:stately_emma
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:43 pm (UTC)
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I fall to the ground, my wand falling out of my hand.

My chest heaving, I look up at Hestia as she stands over me. "He should die, Hestia. They all should. We obeyed him, never killed them, and this is what happened. Do you want to see the others fall as well? Harry...do you want to see Harry die? We have to protect them."
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Date:March 19th, 2004 09:54 pm (UTC)
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I walk over to her, wand sheathed and pick her up by the shoulder. I don't know why it isn't the other way around, Emmaline was always one of the strongest of us. But then...

Albus. Oh, Albus.

The town is now being overrun with Aurors. More and more Apparate into the area, looking at the scene and even us with suspicion. They know Emmaline at least...and I've been seen with Kingsley before.

They'll find the same evidence we did soon. Maybe they'll be able to confirm it as well...I don't know.

What do we do now?

"We have to tell the others," I tell her, ready to Disapparate out of this hellzone. "And..." I my breathing is hurried. I'm losing it. "We have to go...do something. I don't know what!"
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From:stately_emma
Date:March 19th, 2004 09:57 pm (UTC)
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I refrain from pointing out that I was attempting to do something when she stopped me. "Back to Grimmauld Place," I say crisply. "Summon the Order."

Or what's left of it.
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