Title: __every aching wound }
Description: post hpdh.
Description: post hpdh.
Cade - August 11, 2007 12:09 AM (GMT)
{ EVERY ACHING WOUND }
"His scar had not hurt for nineteen years. All was well." - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort without even touching him. The spell Harry had cast was merely a disarming charm and it had been stopped mid-air. Now what the Death Eaters were asking was how could a half-blooded, Muggle-loving, seventeen-year-old Hogwarts student be able to destroy their great and powerful master? It was disaster! It was chaos! It was unpredictable! Lord Voldemort wasn't suppose to die! Ever. Especially in the hands of a seventeen-year-old boy named Harry Potter. Well, that was it. Voldemort died. Fell on the ground. Cold, pale, and lifeless - not much difference than he when he was alive, seeing as he was just as cold, just as pale, and heartless. Sorry to say folks, but Voldemort finally croacked. No Horcruxes, no other advanced and ancient magical plan, no heir, no anything. All the remaining Death Eaters were left with nothing but their crude, empty lives. But alas, Voldemort did have a plan. He had the plan of all plans. The plan that would defeat all weakness and Mudbloods. However, Voldemort had not survived long enough to fulfill this plan; before Harry Potter had won the battle against him and the Elder Wand. After Lord Voldemort finally died, both worlds were finally at peace again. The sun started coming out again, peoples' moods lifted, nobody died mysterious deaths, and everybody just rejoiced. Finally, things could be the way it was, it seemed like, so many years ago. Finally, they could live their lives. Of course, everybody was glad the fact that Voldemort was dead was true. Now everything would be at peace. Ever so slowly, everybody went back into their normal lives - including the Death Eaters and their pureblooded families. Those who were of Voldemort's inner circle eventually were incarcerated or just died of a broken heart or old age. Except one. Unknown to nearly everybody, Rabastan Lestrange was still alive, but he had lost everything. He was the last of his line, his side had lost, he had no betrothal, he had no true home, no more money - nothing. That was, however, when he suddenly and accidentally came across Voldemort's ultimate plan to destory all good and mankind. That was when things started looking up for Rabastan Lestrange.
"Tell me again, Rabastan, why we are here in bloody Scandanavian who knows where again?"
"Shut up, Rosier."
"Do you even know where we are heading?"
"We're almost there."
"Almost where?! To our graves?! Is that it?!"
"No, now hand me my wand."
And finally, Rabastan Lestrange found the answers he was looking for. Evan Rosier, being the first witness of the incredulous plot of Rabastan's, was the first to call him crazy. After Rabastan assured Rosier that he had everything he needed, he and Rosier headed back to England. What was the explanation for returning to their homes, when they had been traveling all over Europe for the past years? Well, it was because Rabastan Lestrange finally cracked the code to Voldemort's plot. When Rabastan gathered all the remaining Death Eaters, now all older and decaying, some with families, some like Rabastan and Rosier, such as Selwyn, Macnair, Avery, Rookwood - mainly those not in the inner circle of Voldemort's, they had all called him crazy when they heard of his impossible plan. The Dark Lord wouldn't have laid out his plans so that anybody could figure out, because, honestly, Rabastan Lestrange wasn't the sharpest tack in the box. They all scoffed at him but Rabastan knew better. He knew that he was the sole person who understood the Dark Lord's plans of world domination. He was the only one. Then, Rabastan acknowledged, he knew that he was too old for the job. Already nearing sixty now, Rabastan knew he needed heirs for the Lestrange name. After all, he was the last in line. It took Rabastan a while to find a pureblooded witch willing to marry him, that old guy who is a convicted Death Eater, but soon, Rabastan produced enough heirs in case his eldest ever failed. From then on, he coached his sons to follow in his steps. He taught them about the "so-called" plan of his, and therefore, the motion was set. By the time his sons were ready for the real wizarding world, they'd be conquering the world in his name. Well, gee, that sure would make a proud father, wouldn't it? Being the father of the supreme world dictator sure is something. Maybe he'd get exceptions or something - I don't know - Rabastan had always been known as a bit crazy as a kid anyways. What's to say if the plan actually worked? By now, his fellow Death Eaters had realized that Rabastan had took this too far with this whole imaginary plan. Some, however, started to become convinced and started to push their children to communicate with the Lestrange sons, whom Rabastan had already corrupted.
However, some, like Rosier and Avery and Macnair, shoved Rabastan into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries - loony bin department. It took Rabastan years to realize it, actually.
"I told you."
"nuts."
"Mhm."
"There was no plan, was there? Ever?"
"Suppose not."
"Oh."
You see, Rabastan really had imagined all of that up. There wasn't a plan. Not now, not ever. Being lonesome and depressed and running away from reality, Rabastan Lestrange had eventually snapped and thought up the whole thing. Let me repeat to you this again, Rabastan Lestrange was not the sharpest tack around, so of course, with his oh so brilliant plan came the flaws. Rabastan had thought up the beginning, but he had never actually comprehended the grand finale, exactly. All he had truly thought was that the small tricks up his sleeves still unused could corrupt the world yet again into a world of evil and despair. Unfortuantely, his children had already accepted their mission and the plan. They had thought that their father was a genius, because that was what their mother had told them from a young age. They actually believed their plan would work. It wouldn't take Einstein to figure out that Rabastan's evil plan wouldn't work. The sons were just too blind to see through the act, so as their father eventually came home from St. Mungo's, they refused to believe him. They were not about to be proven wrong. If they were proven wrong, that meant whippings from their father, and that was not good. They had not realized that Rabastan had changed over the course of many years at the wizarding hospital. They were too far into Rabastan's game to realize it. They just did. Therefore, when it came to the fact that the eldest son of Rabastan Lestrange cracked, confusion and chaos finally started to erupt. There were many series of murders coming up and down alleys and once again, the wizarding world started to grow a little anxious again. But most certainly, Voldemort was the last Dark Lord, right? And they had been reassured many times that he was dead, and that there were no backups at all. I mean, hadn't they suffered enough, already? Most families had already lost a family member or two, or some families were lost forever because of the final war. This confusion brought the grief, mourning, and loss of a loved one back to the people, and people started getting scared over an imaginary plan - not that they knew it was fake.
"Oh, Merlin. Yesterday, it was Stephen Cauldwell, today Susan Bones? Unbelievable."
"Wasn't Susan Bones a Hufflepuff in our year? The redhead?"
"Think she was, Ron. Not your kind of red, of course."
"Oh, make fun of the redheads, why don't ya, Hermione?"
"Please, Ginny, you know I love you!"
"Of course you do. Hey, Harry, can you make sure James is actually doing his summer homework, and not outside flirting with what's-her-name?"
"Why me?"
"Because. You're 'the Chosen One' of course."
"Great, just great. Sure, Gin."
As summer finally ended for all the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they all returned to school. This school definitely was different - that was for sure. The Slytherins seemed to have been caught up with all the madness and have been taking the Lestranges' side, while everybody is now unsure of their choices and decisions. Oh, the plan's still fake, that's for sure, and none of the Lestranges are smart enough to actually complete it. The fact is, some people are suspecting a new war, but really, it's fake. The real thing that this plan is bringing is hardcore House rivalry. Most people are starting to get reminded of their losses, and of what happened so many years ago. What they really need to realize that this has just got to stop. They've got to close every aching wound.
"His scar had not hurt for nineteen years. All was well." - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort without even touching him. The spell Harry had cast was merely a disarming charm and it had been stopped mid-air. Now what the Death Eaters were asking was how could a half-blooded, Muggle-loving, seventeen-year-old Hogwarts student be able to destroy their great and powerful master? It was disaster! It was chaos! It was unpredictable! Lord Voldemort wasn't suppose to die! Ever. Especially in the hands of a seventeen-year-old boy named Harry Potter. Well, that was it. Voldemort died. Fell on the ground. Cold, pale, and lifeless - not much difference than he when he was alive, seeing as he was just as cold, just as pale, and heartless. Sorry to say folks, but Voldemort finally croacked. No Horcruxes, no other advanced and ancient magical plan, no heir, no anything. All the remaining Death Eaters were left with nothing but their crude, empty lives. But alas, Voldemort did have a plan. He had the plan of all plans. The plan that would defeat all weakness and Mudbloods. However, Voldemort had not survived long enough to fulfill this plan; before Harry Potter had won the battle against him and the Elder Wand. After Lord Voldemort finally died, both worlds were finally at peace again. The sun started coming out again, peoples' moods lifted, nobody died mysterious deaths, and everybody just rejoiced. Finally, things could be the way it was, it seemed like, so many years ago. Finally, they could live their lives. Of course, everybody was glad the fact that Voldemort was dead was true. Now everything would be at peace. Ever so slowly, everybody went back into their normal lives - including the Death Eaters and their pureblooded families. Those who were of Voldemort's inner circle eventually were incarcerated or just died of a broken heart or old age. Except one. Unknown to nearly everybody, Rabastan Lestrange was still alive, but he had lost everything. He was the last of his line, his side had lost, he had no betrothal, he had no true home, no more money - nothing. That was, however, when he suddenly and accidentally came across Voldemort's ultimate plan to destory all good and mankind. That was when things started looking up for Rabastan Lestrange.
"Tell me again, Rabastan, why we are here in bloody Scandanavian who knows where again?"
"Shut up, Rosier."
"Do you even know where we are heading?"
"We're almost there."
"Almost where?! To our graves?! Is that it?!"
"No, now hand me my wand."
And finally, Rabastan Lestrange found the answers he was looking for. Evan Rosier, being the first witness of the incredulous plot of Rabastan's, was the first to call him crazy. After Rabastan assured Rosier that he had everything he needed, he and Rosier headed back to England. What was the explanation for returning to their homes, when they had been traveling all over Europe for the past years? Well, it was because Rabastan Lestrange finally cracked the code to Voldemort's plot. When Rabastan gathered all the remaining Death Eaters, now all older and decaying, some with families, some like Rabastan and Rosier, such as Selwyn, Macnair, Avery, Rookwood - mainly those not in the inner circle of Voldemort's, they had all called him crazy when they heard of his impossible plan. The Dark Lord wouldn't have laid out his plans so that anybody could figure out, because, honestly, Rabastan Lestrange wasn't the sharpest tack in the box. They all scoffed at him but Rabastan knew better. He knew that he was the sole person who understood the Dark Lord's plans of world domination. He was the only one. Then, Rabastan acknowledged, he knew that he was too old for the job. Already nearing sixty now, Rabastan knew he needed heirs for the Lestrange name. After all, he was the last in line. It took Rabastan a while to find a pureblooded witch willing to marry him, that old guy who is a convicted Death Eater, but soon, Rabastan produced enough heirs in case his eldest ever failed. From then on, he coached his sons to follow in his steps. He taught them about the "so-called" plan of his, and therefore, the motion was set. By the time his sons were ready for the real wizarding world, they'd be conquering the world in his name. Well, gee, that sure would make a proud father, wouldn't it? Being the father of the supreme world dictator sure is something. Maybe he'd get exceptions or something - I don't know - Rabastan had always been known as a bit crazy as a kid anyways. What's to say if the plan actually worked? By now, his fellow Death Eaters had realized that Rabastan had took this too far with this whole imaginary plan. Some, however, started to become convinced and started to push their children to communicate with the Lestrange sons, whom Rabastan had already corrupted.
However, some, like Rosier and Avery and Macnair, shoved Rabastan into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries - loony bin department. It took Rabastan years to realize it, actually.
"I told you."
"nuts."
"Mhm."
"There was no plan, was there? Ever?"
"Suppose not."
"Oh."
You see, Rabastan really had imagined all of that up. There wasn't a plan. Not now, not ever. Being lonesome and depressed and running away from reality, Rabastan Lestrange had eventually snapped and thought up the whole thing. Let me repeat to you this again, Rabastan Lestrange was not the sharpest tack around, so of course, with his oh so brilliant plan came the flaws. Rabastan had thought up the beginning, but he had never actually comprehended the grand finale, exactly. All he had truly thought was that the small tricks up his sleeves still unused could corrupt the world yet again into a world of evil and despair. Unfortuantely, his children had already accepted their mission and the plan. They had thought that their father was a genius, because that was what their mother had told them from a young age. They actually believed their plan would work. It wouldn't take Einstein to figure out that Rabastan's evil plan wouldn't work. The sons were just too blind to see through the act, so as their father eventually came home from St. Mungo's, they refused to believe him. They were not about to be proven wrong. If they were proven wrong, that meant whippings from their father, and that was not good. They had not realized that Rabastan had changed over the course of many years at the wizarding hospital. They were too far into Rabastan's game to realize it. They just did. Therefore, when it came to the fact that the eldest son of Rabastan Lestrange cracked, confusion and chaos finally started to erupt. There were many series of murders coming up and down alleys and once again, the wizarding world started to grow a little anxious again. But most certainly, Voldemort was the last Dark Lord, right? And they had been reassured many times that he was dead, and that there were no backups at all. I mean, hadn't they suffered enough, already? Most families had already lost a family member or two, or some families were lost forever because of the final war. This confusion brought the grief, mourning, and loss of a loved one back to the people, and people started getting scared over an imaginary plan - not that they knew it was fake.
"Oh, Merlin. Yesterday, it was Stephen Cauldwell, today Susan Bones? Unbelievable."
"Wasn't Susan Bones a Hufflepuff in our year? The redhead?"
"Think she was, Ron. Not your kind of red, of course."
"Oh, make fun of the redheads, why don't ya, Hermione?"
"Please, Ginny, you know I love you!"
"Of course you do. Hey, Harry, can you make sure James is actually doing his summer homework, and not outside flirting with what's-her-name?"
"Why me?"
"Because. You're 'the Chosen One' of course."
"Great, just great. Sure, Gin."
As summer finally ended for all the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they all returned to school. This school definitely was different - that was for sure. The Slytherins seemed to have been caught up with all the madness and have been taking the Lestranges' side, while everybody is now unsure of their choices and decisions. Oh, the plan's still fake, that's for sure, and none of the Lestranges are smart enough to actually complete it. The fact is, some people are suspecting a new war, but really, it's fake. The real thing that this plan is bringing is hardcore House rivalry. Most people are starting to get reminded of their losses, and of what happened so many years ago. What they really need to realize that this has just got to stop. They've got to close every aching wound.
- every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
in memory of what we used to call in love
and only time will tell if violins will swell
in memory of what we used to call in love
in memory of when we used to call it love
-fell in love without you {motion city soundtrack}
XxXPainfullyYours - August 11, 2007 01:04 AM (GMT)
im..darling? Rochelle Rosier.
zamber - August 24, 2007 04:10 PM (GMT)
I is Bláthnat Lyudmila. Long live the starange names