Rodolphus Lestrange (te_rodolphus) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-09-01 13:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 2001, - complete, rabastan lestrange, rodolphus lestrange |
RP: They Will Return
Date: 1 September 2001
Characters: Rodolphus, Rabastan
Location: Riddle Manor
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Rodolphus performs his spell... to unwanted effects and unexpected side-effects.
Completion: Complete
Rodolphus stood in the middle of the ballroom at Riddle Manor and took several deep breaths as he calmed and prepared himself. He glanced over to where Rabastan was standing in the corner and gave his brother a brief, confident nod. He didn’t want to betray his apprehensions to his brother, not after swearing blind that he knew what he was doing. After all, he did know what he was doing, he was just unsure if he’d managed to take into account all of the possible side-effects this spell might have. He was certain he had but some of his equations were a little... malleable.
He looked down at the floor and checked that the runes he’d drawn were all correct and in their proper place then he pulled the ring containing the Resurrection Stone out of his pocket. He placed it carefully in the centre of the runes then shifted it minutely. The proper placement of the stone within the runes was vital for the correct working of the spell. He then moved into place and raised his wand.
The spell wasn’t overly long, most of the work was done by the runes, but it did take a fair amount of careful control. He spoke the words of the spell, accompanying them with the precise movements of his wand that he’d calculated. He finished with the appropriate flourish and for a moment he thought nothing was going to happen, that the spell had failed.
Then it felt as though something had hit him in the chest without ever threatening to knock him off balance. He clutched at his chest and gasped as the spell suddenly seemed to rip at him... at what he realised was his magical core. He opened his mouth in a silent scream and then his vision, his entire being seemed to white out.
When he could feel/see/hear again, he found himself on his hands and knees, his wand lying discarded not too far away. He felt weak and drained, so tired and aching. He raised his head and looked around the room.
It was empty.
But the spell had worked. He knew it had. He wouldn’t feel like this if it hadn’t. So where was Lord Voldemort? Where was Bellatrix? He eased himself back until he was sitting on the floor, his head pounding and his hands shaking.
"Rab?" he said weakly, hating to sound like that but not being able to hide it.