[Filtered to: Sirius Black, James Potter, Andromeda Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Ron Weasley]I would suggest any of you that do not already have anti-Apparation wards in place to begin working them into your homes. Mr. Riddle is seeking education in the art of Apparation, and if I do not oblige him, Bellatrix certainly will. I trust you all to take ( Read more... )

[Put this information over the Network? ARE YOU INSANE? Snape has penned several identical letters and sent them to the following: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Tonks, Ron Weasley. He trusts they will get the information to the partners and their children and wards, and so forth, under their care. ][Name ( Read more... )

[Filted to: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Andromeda Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, & Ron Weasley]

[Snape's voice is strained, but quickly finds a semblence of strength as he says the words he does not wish to say.]

He is here ( Read more... )

[text, Filtered to: Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Callie Maggotbone, Sally Jupiter, and Gemma Doyle.]I am no longer housed at the MAC. I am now within [Address Included.] It shall be some time before I am prepared, however for guests ( Read more... )

[Set immediately after this post.]

FILTERED TO: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Potter, James Potter, Andromeda Tonks, Ron Weasley & Nymphadora Tonks

[Snape speaks quietly, expression impassive.]Bellatrix LeStrange is dead. No evidence of heavy magical combat. Draco Malfoyfound the body; I have him with me now. He's going to need watching after ( Read more... )

[Video begins -- a little hazy, due to the location and lack of signal. Somewhere a network tower isn't working the way it should ( Read more... )

[The room comes into focus. It seems to be low; perilously close to the floor. A man, clad in black, disheveled -- face spattered with blood and so very pale and sallow -- breathes out one rough word.]

B--bezoar. Got -- bezoar-- come--

[Fingers go nerveless. The communicator falls, clatters to the ground. It continues to record nothing but the ( Read more... )

[A rather disgruntled face pops into frame. The man said face belongs to has one hand holding the communicator at arm's length, the other almost unconsciously rubbing his throat.]

Oh, for the love of--

I have had a remarkably bad day, and this is nowhere in the vicinity of actually helping. Of course, that hardly surprises me. Even death refuses ( Read more... )