| Characters: The Horcrux and Marietta Location: Leaky Cauldron Date: November 3rd Summary: A quick collaborative rp of Marietta's transformation. Warnings: Nada. It's quite clean. Status: Complete
( Also relatively short ) | comments: Leave a comment |
| Tags: | harry potter | Subject: | Aftermath | Time: | 04:57 pm | Current Mood: | pensive |
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| Characters: Harry and Matteo Location: London, walkin' about Date: October 22nd (catching up, yo) Summary: After Harry's first time as Bossman. (He didn't get a t-shirt.) Warnings: Language, potential drinking or some such. Status: Incomplete
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( Well, at least it was over. ) | comments: Leave a comment |
| Characters: Draco, M. Enjolras (the horcrux) Location: Walden Macnair's house in the woods Date: November 3rd, early am, about two hours after their last meeting Summary: Draco wants some alone time to get some answers Warnings: someone's got a cruuuuush Status: complete
( The house was cold until he lit a fire... ) | comments: 28 comments or Leave a comment |
| Characters: Severus and Lucius Location: Malfoy Manor Date: October 27th, 2 AM Summary: Severus attempts to approach Lucius while he's drunk and half asleep Warnings: hilarity? depression? Status: complete
( The more things changed... ) | comments: 52 comments or Leave a comment |
| Characters: Lucius Malfoy Location: Malfoy Manor Date: Oct. 25th, midnight Summary: Indecision Warnings: Drunkenness Status: Complete
( The RP that wasn't. ) | comments: Leave a comment |
| Characters: Blackcoats, Harry, Matteo Location: Singing Owl Heads on Drury Lane Date: October 22, noon Summary: Harry and the Blackcoats meet for their first assignment. Drama ensues. Warnings: Possible bad language, angst, tension as heavy as year-old fruitcake. Status: Complete
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This was not going to be pleasant.
Harry arrived early and started with the wards. There would be other people here, of course. But the little banquet room was theirs, and it would be absolutely impregnable to anyone who wasn't on the list.
This meant they'd have to go get their food at the bar and return. But that wasn't such a hardship.
So many considerations. So many potential listening devices. Nothing reflective, rule number one. No portraits or anything that imitated life. Snape's old muffliato just made an extra layer of protection. Necessary. Essential.
Appreciated.
He'd heard rumors since joining the Aurors. Rumors about how close Snape was to the Malfoys. Rumors about what it might have cost the man to be a half-blood in a Pureblood-crazed rule. Did any of it matter? Maybe not. Except that, older, more tired, maybe more bitter, he had a better idea how hard Malfoy and Snape and the rest had to work to get where they were. And how much they lost by betting on Voldemort.
Voldemort. Tom Riddle.
The unnamed baby left in a train station.
Harry stopped mid-charm and winced. There it was: the action he'd never forgive himself for. But that was the thing, wasn't it? Everyone had things they regretted.
Real strength lay in the choice to continue on when nothing you could do would fix what you'd done.
He doubted the Blackcoats would see that he respected them. Forgave them. He certainly intended to make it as clear as he could. If the hostility from Draco was any indication, this meeting was not going to go well, no matter what he said or did. It was on Harry's shoulders to make it as smooth as it possibly could be.
This was going to be one long afternoon. | comments: 61 comments or Leave a comment |
| Characters: Harry and Matteo Location: Pub in Dorchester, dark, but not too quiet, good for private conversation Date: The night before Harry meets the Blackcoats for the first time Summary: Working out the rules and how things are going to be Warnings: Maybe some "adult" language? Status: Complete
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The pub is nice enough, as far as pubs go. Dark - mostly lit by natural lights, candles and a fireplace - and just crowded enough to be comfortably noisy. Beer and smoke are the predominant smells: pipe smoke, potion smoke, a few interesting-herbs-on-the-fire-smoke. It's an overwhelmingly wizard smell, and that's okay.
It's better than sweat. And it's better than desperation. Right now, Harry needs no desperation.
He has a pint in front of him, untouched. The head is long since petered down, but he can't bring himself to drink. Not until he's met this weird American. Not until it's safe to relax.
As if it's ever safe -
No. No, that's old-thoughts, creeping in. He's safe now. Voldemort is dead. Really.
Safe.
It's such a weird concept that it's not sinking in and all. | comments: 18 comments or Leave a comment |
| Tags: | owl | Subject: | Owl to the Blackcoats, carefully warded by name for privacy | Time: | 06:50 pm | Current Mood: | stressed |
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| Greetings.
I think it's time we meet.
Tomorrow, at noon, I'll be at the Singing Owl Heads on Drury Lane. Come join me there.
We have a lot to discuss.
-Harry | comments: Leave a comment |
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