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Marlene McKinnon (bp_marlene) wrote in breaking_point,
@ 2010-05-14 15:49:00

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*complete, 2025 05, character: alastor moody, character: marlene mckinnon, dead character: harry potter, dead character: voldemort, npc: healer

RP: The Secrets of Lord Voldemort, Part Six
Who: Marlene, Volemort
Where: Orphanage, London
When: Afternoon, 14 May, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Marlene finds another one of Ridde's hidden places

Since the night at the cemetery, Marlene knew that she was on the right track. The memories and treasures belonging to Lord Voldemort were hidden in the Muggle world. She had narrowed the timing to the late 60s, 72 at the most. It made sense that he would go into the Muggle world. No one knew he was the son of a Muggle and no one would have looked for anything there. This research would also be more important than the earlier one, more accurate. These would be the memories after years of research and experiments. Magic that could hurt more. Marlene was sure that there would be even more powerful magic protecting it, something that the Muggles wouldn't catch, but she would.

With the help of two Muggleborn Aurors, they had narrowed down the Muggle places that could have any significance for Voldemort, and then she began visiting them, checking for any sign of magic, dark or light, active or latent. She didn't want to miss anything. She went to the Riddle house even if she knew that it was unlikely. It was the first and shortest visit, before moving on. This afternoon, she found herself where the old orphanage used to be. It was a store block now, shops and offices lined up with nothing to remember what used to be.

There was a small dark alley on one side. She walked there and soon her tracking spells told her that she was on the right track. She followed the magic, Apparating in the cellar of one of the shops. It was filled with crates, but they didn't hold her interest. No, there was an old furnace in the corner that reeked of magic. When she got closer, something on the wall caught her attention. She used magic to get rid of the dust and then she could see words scratched into the stone, names, fears. She looked at the furnace again, and there were marks on it as well. An orphanage, children being kept here, possibly being punished, tied here. For a moment, her heart ached for that boy that would become the most feared Dark wizard. At least it's warm had been written at one point. How terrible! She was absorbed in studying everything around her that she almost missed the noise of the Apparition and she turned, wand lit, trying to find the exact spot where the person was.

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At St Mungo's

breaking_npcs
2010-05-14 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Healer Cunningham was with a patient when the call came, but left the moment he got the information. The patient was in critical condition, unconscious and clutching a spear in her hand.

After running a quick diagnosis to determine what needed to be dealt with first, he barked out an order to the mediwitch, and cast a spell to keep the poison from spreading through her body. For now the spear could wait, and he used a spell to dislodge it from her hand and levitate it onto the ground, where he cast another spell to keep people from touching it accidentally. It would have to be examined later.

When the mediwitch returned with the potion, he spread it at first on the woman's legs, drawing out the poison from her body, then did the same to the places of her skin where the poison had hit her. It would a slow process, and with no way of knowing how long the poison had been in her system or how fast it worked, it was hard to know how much chance of success they'd have.

With the poison dealt with, he could deal with the rest of her system. There was a curse, likely from the spear, and he needed to have that looked at. He ordered a mediwitch to levitate the spear to Healer Nott's office. He was the one working with curses, after all. When it was out of the room, he turned to the woman in the bed and woke her up.

"Don't move," he said as she opened her eyes. "The poison is still in your system, and there is an unknown curse at work," he said softly. "We've stopped it spreading for now, and is drawing out the poison as best we can. But you're very week, and unless we come up with a cure you will die. It's important that we get as much fact as possible."

"Do you know what kind of poison it is? When were you infected? What can you tell us about the curse?" He drew up a chair and sat down. "Tell us as many details as you can. Is there someone you want us to contact in the meantime?"

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Re: At St Mungo's

bp_marlene
2010-05-14 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Marlene woke up, feeling like was about to die. No, that wasn't true. She felt like she wanted to die. She felt like she was burning from the inside, although the feeling wasn't as bad as it had been when she had Disapparated from the cellar.

She tried to focus on the voice. "Can't move even if I wanted to," she said, trying to make it sound like a joke, but it was too much like the truth. "No idea what it was, about either of them. Poison was from conjured up snakes. Curse from spears, also conjured up. Both courtesy of Voldemort. You'll have to ask him for more details. When? I don't know how long I've been here, but a few moments before I Apparated here, a minute or two at the most."

She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Talking hurt like hell. "Dumbledore. Firecall him. He should be at the Ministry." Who else? Potter, Alastor, she had the watch but would she be able to use it? "My office, Alastor Moody. They'll know what to do."

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Re: At St Mungo's

breaking_npcs
2010-05-14 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Cunningham noted down the information, drawing conclusions based on them. "The spear is being examined, so will the poison be," he said. "You haven't been here very long, and the potion is drawing out the poison though it's slow. We need to speed up the process, but for that we need to figure out which poison we're dealing with. The potion will keep you alive while we work."

He looked at the mediwitch and watched her disappear. "We'll contact both of them," he said. "And now I need you to rest. I have a few more diagnostic spells I need to run but I want you to ignore me. When I'm finished I'll leave you alone to rest while working on finding the right antidote, okay?" he asked. He waited for her yes before casting his spells, and when he was finished, he patted the woman on the shoulder, and left the room. There was a lot of work that needed to be done if they were to save her, and the time they had was limited.

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