Post by linders on Nov 13, 2013 13:25:47 GMT
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A VERY AU POST POTTER RP
Two years had passed since the Dark Lord defeated Harry in relative silence. Children grew up, the Ministry started to rebuild the shattered Wizarding World, and things seemed as if they had finally calmed down. People thought that maybe the world was safer and Voldemort was somehow obliterated when Harry was destroyed or at least weakened to the point where he couldn't strike out.
One sunny day in London a little girl saw a fellow dressed in fine French silks. His long red hair flew down his back like a crimson current, and he stood on a bridge, clasped hand in hand with a rather disagreeable looking but beautiful dark haired woman whose raven hair outshone the black that they were both dressed in. "Look, mumma, they look like Victorians." She ran away from her mother before the woman could stop her.
She reached out, grasping at the man's cloak. He turned, ready to snarl, but he found himself looking down at a little girl. "Hello, little girl," he hissed. "Who taught you manners so horrid?"
"Yes, indeed, whom?" chimed in the woman's voice, seemingly sharper than knives.
"I'm sorry," the little girl apologized. "It was just so pretty . . ."
"Oh yes, if I had spent a galleon for every pretty thing that I wanted then I would be penniless. Silly girl, you cannot have what is not yours."
"My apologies," the mother cut in, grabbing her child, and running away with her.
"Them, make it them."
"Are you sure, my love?"
"Just do it, Rodolphus. The Dark Lord said that's how it will start with muggles, and I chose them."
"Very well," Rodolphus drawled, looking bored. "You heard my wife, them. Descend on them." The dementors glided past the Lestranges toward the muggles.
That night, the Wizarding World found out they were very wrong. The time they had stolen in peace, the Dark Lord was spending to rebuild his army and make invincible. They took the Ministry with relative ease. Many were slaughtered including Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Lupin, Ginny Potter, Percy Weasley, Bertha Jorkins, and Kevin Entwhistle.
The Dark Lord appointed himself the Minister of Magic, and made plans to make his most loyal servant; Severus Snape the Headmaster. Bellatrix disliked this decision but was promptly silenced and brought into line when Voldemort insisted upon the shame that Lucius and Draco had dismantled the Malfoy's into.
Thankfully, Dumbledore hasn't lost hold on Hogwarts. It's a grim hope, but one that is enough to sustain the morose people that believe in Albus Dumbledore.
The Wizarding World learned all too cruelly that: some MONSTERs never die, and the time the was taken from it — it would steal back. The World for muggles and wizards alike is now a dark one, dementor attacks and sightings are frequent, and the promising future that looked so bright all those years ago has been ravished into ruin. The Dark Lord reigns now, and unless someone stands up to him; he always will.
RULES | CELEBRITY CLAIM | SUBPLOTS | APPLICATION | CANONS
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A VERY AU POST POTTER RP
Two years had passed since the Dark Lord defeated Harry in relative silence. Children grew up, the Ministry started to rebuild the shattered Wizarding World, and things seemed as if they had finally calmed down. People thought that maybe the world was safer and Voldemort was somehow obliterated when Harry was destroyed or at least weakened to the point where he couldn't strike out.
One sunny day in London a little girl saw a fellow dressed in fine French silks. His long red hair flew down his back like a crimson current, and he stood on a bridge, clasped hand in hand with a rather disagreeable looking but beautiful dark haired woman whose raven hair outshone the black that they were both dressed in. "Look, mumma, they look like Victorians." She ran away from her mother before the woman could stop her.
She reached out, grasping at the man's cloak. He turned, ready to snarl, but he found himself looking down at a little girl. "Hello, little girl," he hissed. "Who taught you manners so horrid?"
"Yes, indeed, whom?" chimed in the woman's voice, seemingly sharper than knives.
"I'm sorry," the little girl apologized. "It was just so pretty . . ."
"Oh yes, if I had spent a galleon for every pretty thing that I wanted then I would be penniless. Silly girl, you cannot have what is not yours."
"My apologies," the mother cut in, grabbing her child, and running away with her.
"Them, make it them."
"Are you sure, my love?"
"Just do it, Rodolphus. The Dark Lord said that's how it will start with muggles, and I chose them."
"Very well," Rodolphus drawled, looking bored. "You heard my wife, them. Descend on them." The dementors glided past the Lestranges toward the muggles.
That night, the Wizarding World found out they were very wrong. The time they had stolen in peace, the Dark Lord was spending to rebuild his army and make invincible. They took the Ministry with relative ease. Many were slaughtered including Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Lupin, Ginny Potter, Percy Weasley, Bertha Jorkins, and Kevin Entwhistle.
The Dark Lord appointed himself the Minister of Magic, and made plans to make his most loyal servant; Severus Snape the Headmaster. Bellatrix disliked this decision but was promptly silenced and brought into line when Voldemort insisted upon the shame that Lucius and Draco had dismantled the Malfoy's into.
Thankfully, Dumbledore hasn't lost hold on Hogwarts. It's a grim hope, but one that is enough to sustain the morose people that believe in Albus Dumbledore.
The Wizarding World learned all too cruelly that: some MONSTERs never die, and the time the was taken from it — it would steal back. The World for muggles and wizards alike is now a dark one, dementor attacks and sightings are frequent, and the promising future that looked so bright all those years ago has been ravished into ruin. The Dark Lord reigns now, and unless someone stands up to him; he always will.
RULES | CELEBRITY CLAIM | SUBPLOTS | APPLICATION | CANONS
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