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Watch your flank, 11 September 1997

Apr 14, 2007 08:29

Who: The Dark Lord, Azkaban personnel, dementors, assorted Death Eaters
What: Storming the Bastille. So to speak
Where: at and around Azkaban fortress
When: early morning, 11 September
Status: Incomplete ( Read more... )

augustus rookwood, rabastan lestrange, draco malfoy, fenrir greyback, voldemort, bellatrix lestrange

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augury_fenrir April 14 2007, 23:30:53 UTC

Fenrir hated the water and looked over his shoulder and shuddered at the murky lake behind him. Although cloaked in a thick cloak, he was still cold and his body was tense as he tried to maintain a certain level of warmth ( ... )

augury_npc April 15 2007, 01:51:52 UTC

As their feet came to rest on solid ground, the Dark Lord's eyes immediately fixed on Greyback not quite a glare of displeasure, but a look of unmistakable warning. "Be careful, Fenrir," he almost hissed, menace lacing his words, his pupils wide with excitement.

"Those that bear my Mark are not your prey. Do not turn to look at their arms after having dispatched them where you will."

The screams were even louder now, and a few spells shot their way, but the Dark Lord parried them with barely a glance. "If that is understood," he said more calmly, "go."

augury_fenrir April 15 2007, 17:58:46 UTC

Walking forward, Fenrir turned back to the Dark Lord. " I know, sir. Besides, our kind don't make for good eating. Those without souls, hearts, or feelings don't have the same savory taste." Fenrir smiled to Voldemort to indicate he was joking. He hadn't wanted to invoke the wrath of the Dark Lord just yet; that would come in a few minutes.

Fenrir advanced forward, waiting for Bellatrix or Draco, or even both, to lead the way. They were much more equipped for this sort of thing. He turned to Bellatrix.

"You have a wand and know the grounds. Go first, I'll be right next to you." Fenrir's fear was disguised in legitimate reasoning, and he had hoped that the powerful witch near him would take his suggestion.

augury_draco April 17 2007, 08:36:10 UTC

Draco hated it. He hated the nauseating memories dementors induced, hated the cold, grey sea under the skimpy, enlarged boat, hated the black rock that made him shudder for the time Father had spent here, hated the sounds of screaming and terror that made him think of Greyback's feeding orgy with the Farmers, hated that Greyback was standing next to him and talking, and Draco couldn't shudder and pull away. Hated it all so much, so much, that somewhere over the last twenty minutes of this pleasure cruise the Dark Lord had arranged, he'd started getting angry. By the time Greyback spoke for a second time, he was fucking furious ( ... )

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augury_rabastan April 23 2007, 13:29:01 UTC

One can only stand the taste of sweat and iron for so long. Falling from his head is thick droplets, the sweat that had built up behind Rabastan's ears and on his forehead slide down his nose and landed on his lips. The blood from his severely chapped lips added to the bitterness. The lines on his face that had been deeply imprinted on his forehead from scowling day after day in solitude caused Rabastan to look far older than he was ( ... )

augury_bella April 24 2007, 09:58:45 UTC

Bella stepped closer- she was erect, her walk steady- How was she still standing? One flick of her wand had the door swinging open, a few more steps and she was beside him, shaking his shoulder, slapping his face. "Get up, get up, get up!"

Bellatrix sprawled on the floor, half in his lap. "Get up, dearest." She caught his face in her hands (So cold, someone ought to have given him a blanket. Rodolphus?) and turned his neck with difficulty so he was facing her. "Come on, come on, Lestrange," she murmured, leaned forward to kiss him and drew back with a gasp, tasting dust and the Cruciatus and meat- Oh Merlin, wake up, I'll do anything, please.

He stayed unmoving, staring past her, through her like he couldn't have in life if it depended on his doing so, not with her face so close to his. Her nails dug into his cheeks as she gritted her teeth and pulled his mouth to hers again, willing him to breath through her, willing a transfusion of life and blood into him. This time she tasted tears ( ... )

augury_fenrir April 25 2007, 03:29:41 UTC

Looking over his back at Bellatrix who went past him in a hurry and up the stairs, Fenrir looked to Rookwood and now Rabastan Lestrange who had joined them. There was a silence ( ... )