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Post by meganlupin on Jun 4, 2006 23:49:54 GMT -5
Dana stood up from her seat in the waiting area of St. Mungo's. She still had no idea what all Deanna, Lance, and Kingsley were talking about, but she had a strong feeling that it had something to do with her, and that none of them would want to talk to her at the time. Also, after looking around briefly past the paper in her hands, she noticed that Sophie had gone missing.
Great, she thought to herself. Either the contact would be upset that she had lost track of the girl (a girl he had wanted for who knew why), or he had sent someone else to take her, without alerting her of the change. This is just great!
Throwing the copy of the Daily Prophet into the chair next to her, Dana stood and left the hospital, not sparing a single glance back at the group of Order members.
She was going to see the contact. She was going to get to the bottom of this.
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Dana Apparated away from the hospital and into a dark alleyway. Glancing around her to make sure that she hadn't been followed, she entered a slightly concealed door to her left and walked quietly up the stairs to the uppermost level.
As she walked, the Auror could have sworn that she heard a man's voice speaking from a room on the far end of the hall, but as she approached the door, the voice ceased. Placing a hand on the doorknob, Dana sought to open the door, but the knob refused to turn.
Okay, Dana, she thought to herself as she turned around to head towards the room where the contact would be, you're definitely starting to lose it. Bracing herself, she entered the contact's chamber, her mind going over what she would say to a man that she utterly despised.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Jun 28, 2006 10:35:24 GMT -5
Deanna bit her lip.
Nine? She still couldn't get over how many Death Eaters there were in one mission. Hestia cleared her throat.
"There are five of us, thank you," she pointed out.
"Still," Kingsley said. "That may not be enough."
He put his big hands over his face and inhaled.
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Post by meganlupin on Jul 14, 2006 5:09:47 GMT -5
(OT: I'm assuming that this story is taking place within Harry's 7th year -- 1997-1998 -- and Voldemort and company are still alive and well. Also, since Dana's 26 in this story, that would make her being born around 1971, which is, indeed, 20 years after Bella's birth in 1951 (thanks to the Lexicon ).) It turned out, however, that all her worrying was for nothing. Upon entering the chamber, Dana discovered that the contact was not present. She let out a brief sigh of relief, but then, as she noticed movement coming from a shadowed corner, realized that she had felt relaxed too soon. Dana turned towards the shadowy figure that was approaching from the corner, only to feel anger fire up in her at once upon seeing Bellatrix Lestrange come forward. "What are you doing here, Walsh?" said the Death Eater, getting right up in Dana's face as she spoke. Dana didn't drop her gaze, though; instead, she glared icily back at the witch who was around 20 years her senior. "I came to speak to the contact, and find out what the hell is going on?" she spat back. "I've been trailing people for the past couple days, not even being told exactly why I'm following them, and then one just up and disappears. Taken, by the looks of it, by some of your pals. . . . So, get out of my way, Bella," she finished, being sure to hiss the woman's name sarcastically. Bellatrix didn't move, however. "He's busy right now, and has no time for traitorous Aurors like you, Walsh." With that, Dana could no longer hold back her firing temper. She had her wand out within a split second and held it firmly at Bellatrix's neck, barely refraining her fury. Bellatrix just grinned back at Dana. The grin was something that the Auror'd seen before, and Dana had no time to whip her wand around before the coldness struck her and her sight began to swim. She flinched as she felt the cold hands of a Dementor grasp her upper arms and fling her aside, away from Bellatrix. Once the Dementor had left, however, Dana found herself much in the position Bellatrix had been in earlier: Looking into the point of the Death Eater's wand, a sadistic grin plastered on Bella's face, she heard the voice of Voldemort keep his follower from uttering any incantations. "Do nothing, Bella," he said, his scarlet gaze focussing on either Dana or Bellatrix. He didn't say anything else, but instead walked forward towards the two witches. As Voldemort left the doorway, Dana noticed the silhoutte of the contact standing in the doorway. Great, she thought as her eyes swept the room, I'm alone in a dark room with two Death Eaters, a Dementor, and Voldemort himself. This can't possibly get any worse!As her thoughts had circled through her mind, Dana hadn't realized that Voldemort had stepped away from Dana and Bella, who still held her wand to Dana's neck, and over towards the mantle above the empty fireplace. He came back carrying a small, circular mirror in his long-fingered hands. "You didn't agree to serve me completely willingly, Walsh," said Voldemort, his eyes glaring at Dana, who said nothing. "You took a little bit more persuading before you agreed to become a Death Eater and serve --" "I never agreed to becoming a Death Eater, and there was nothing about serving you at all," she exclaimed, glaring back at Voldemort. She wasn't able to hold the glare for long, though, as Bella had slapped her face away upon hearing Dana's reply. Voldemort said nothing, though. "You do not yet bare my Mark, Dana," he whispered, "but never disillusion yourself into thinking you don't serve me." As Voldemort spoke, he brought the small mirror up in front of Dana's face and held it there. "You will serve me . . . without fight . . . unless you want something to happen to your dear sister." Voldemort's threat was clear for, as he spoke, Dana watched the surface of the mirror sort of swirl as if it was covered in fog, before becoming focussed on the image of her younger sister, Danielle, who was currently living with a friend. Dana knew the images were present-day, which only meant one thing to the Auror at the moment: The Death Eaters knew where Danielle was. They had trapped her before, and used her to get Dana to agree to her present situation and arrangement with the contact, but the threat was always there. As much as she fought them, slight tears seeped from Dana's eyes as she stared at the images. The tears were a combination of sadness, anger, and regret, though she would have been unable to say which was the strongest. Before she realized what was happening, Dana felt Bellatrix's wand leave her neck, but only to mutter a spell to send the Auror flying against the far wall, where she crashed to the floor, her entire body screaming in pain at the contact with the hard stone. She heard footsteps walking from the room, and as she struggled to get up, as well as clear her blurring sight, Dana noticed the room was empty save for one person. Voldemort, Bellatrix, and even the Dementor had left the chamber, and only the contact remained. As she sat up, leaning against the stone wall for support and wiping the blood from her lip and cheek, she heard the contact mutter, "Now, why have you left your assignment, Dana? Why did you deem it so important to speak to me?" Dana just glared at him, barely surpressed hatred swimming in her brown eyes. ---------- Unbeknownst to Dana, Voldemort had immediately turned to Bellatrix upon leaving Dana and the contact, who was a very faithful and long-time Death Eater alone. "Bella," he said, halting in his walk down the hall. "Yes, My Lord?" "Gather some Dementors and head to St. Mungo's. According to Walsh's mind, there are Order members preparing to fight my Death Eaters." "Of course, My Lord," replied Bellatrix. And she turned and left.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Jul 14, 2006 10:03:57 GMT -5
"We've had worse odds," Hestia said, patting Kingsley's shoulder. "Far worse."
"Well," Deanna said. "Although there are nine Death Eaters now, odds may change any moment. Probably for the worst-- for us, anyways. If we don't go in there now, there will likely be more Death Eaters later."
Hestia smirked at Kingsley.
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Jul 14, 2006 18:08:50 GMT -5
David heard yelling. Some time passed but still no one came in. It was maddening. He looked at Sophie, then to the door. He threw his wand at it. He jumped up and ran and punched the wall. Still fuming he picked up his wand. He turned in one spot for a moment.
"What do you want?!?!" he yelled at the room. He knelt down and began to cry.
Sophie remained unconscious, unaware of the entire scene.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Jul 15, 2006 10:19:30 GMT -5
"It's four to nine now," Deanna said. "Assuming we don't take Eddie."
Eddie looked up, recognizing his name.
"But he's mostly dead weight," Deanna added. "I say we charge in, disable as many Death Eaters as we can, and then be on our way."
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Post by meganlupin on Jul 19, 2006 5:33:26 GMT -5
"You're still not telling me why I'm doing any of this?" Dana just glared at the contact. She had told him exactly why she'd left St. Mungo's to find him; she'd told him everything. "All you've said is that the Dark Lord is after something, and that girl --- Sophie --- has something to do with the whole mess! And what's up with all the murders recently! Why's the Dark Mark appearing on all these victims, and why ---"
"Dana," whispered the contact, though his voice was in that hard and cold sort of whisper that had first caused Dana to despise him; it also made her cease speaking, though she was still fuming with anger. "I cannot answer your questions, and besides, the 'whys' of your assignments are unimportant. Your duty to the Dark Lord is simple: Just follow the orders and no one --- neither you nor Danielle --- will have to suffer like David did."
"YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" Dana exclaimed, her wand out and pointing directly at the contact's chest. The Death Eater before her made no move to stop the Auror from shouting any incantations, though.
"Anything happens to me, Dana, and the Dark Lord will give you the Mark, whether you agree or not," muttered the contact. "Danielle will be killed, and you will be publically exposed as a traitor and ---"
"I said before, I am NOT a traitor!" interrupted Dana, her anger getting the better of her as green sparks flew from the tip of her wand, lighting the nearby carpet on fire.
The Death Eater exhaled a deep sigh, as though he was tired of having this argument with Dana. She'll learn . . . In time, she'll come to see that we all serve him . . . in one way or another . . .
"Just get back to St. Mungo's, Dana," he said instead, heading towards the door. "Bellatrix is gathering a few Dementors and Death Eaters. Go back with her, but then distance yourself from them. And this time . . ." he hesitated for a brief moment, but then obviously decided to continue anyways, "this time, let yourself be seen by the Order. Let them talk to you."
With that said, the contact left the room, leaving Dana to follow soon afterwards.
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"There are either four or five Order members, and there's already nine of us there," said Bellatrix to the four Death Eaters and three Dementors she had around her. "The Dark Lord wants the Order members captured, alive if possible. As for everyone else . . ." She gave a maniac grin "Have fun."
Amongst the Death Eaters' laughter, Bellatrix turned around to see Dana approaching her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her wand held casually at her side.
"I'm supposed to go to St. Mungo's with you," replied Dana, "but then, you're all on you own."
Bellatrix and Dana glared at each other for a few more moments, each displaying extreme loathing towards the other.
"Fine," said Bellatrix.
And with that, five Death Eaters and Dana Disapparated to St. Mungo's, followed closely behind by three Dementors.
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They all arrived in a corridor that was currently closed off for repairs and such, thus making it deserted. Dana spared Bella a final, hate-filled glare before Apparating back out, away from the group, and right outside the entrance to the main waiting room.
A slightly grim look on her face, she peered through the glass window in the door to see the group of Order members.
Well, she thought, here goes nothing. And she opened the door and entered.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Jul 20, 2006 11:59:53 GMT -5
Deanna heard the door creak open. She whirled around, wand at the ready. Dana, Lance's co-worker was standing before her. Deanna lowered her wand, but only slightly.
"Hello," Deanna said frostily. "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here? This isn't the best of times for you--- or anyone-- to be here."
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Post by meganlupin on Jul 27, 2006 23:34:06 GMT -5
"Neither for you," Dana responded, glaring at Deanna's wand as she grasped her own in her pocket. "I would suggest you leave this hospital."
Her face was impassive, and some might even call it cold. Dana looked at Lance, but he didn't seem to agree with her. Figures, she thought.
"There are things that you should probably know," Dana muttered, approaching the group of Order members as she spoke. "But now is neither the time nor the place to discuss them. . . . Too many things are about to happen."
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Aug 18, 2006 16:33:09 GMT -5
David heard footsteps. The door openned and Jason stepped in. A tear almost escaped him at the sight of his little brother. Of course he could acknowledge him, he was under the impereous curse and all memories of him were almost gone.
"He wants her," Jason spoke hissily.
"Who does? What do they want?"
"Well at first it was to use her as bait, but now he just wants her."
Jason smirked at him nodding at Sophie. He lifted his wand and performed a silent spell to lift her. David deflected it. Then Jason turned back to him.
"Don't you see her pretty mudblood face? Those bruises and scratches. That was me. Don't worry though, the Dark Lord instructed me not to touch her. At least not yet, so she's still precious and innocent. If she ever was."
David made a move for is wand.
"Ah ah, I think not. The Dark Lord said you might be reluctant to give her over and told me to remind you of your deal with him. But he said you can accompany us if you wish, we don't even have to wake her if that is what you want. In fact, carry her for me. I may need my wand for other matters."
David didn't say another word to his brother, but went over to Sophie and picked her up. Her head fell back uncerimoniously revealling once again the bruises he now knew the source of. Jason motioned him out the door and closed it following them.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Sept 3, 2006 7:49:11 GMT -5
Deanna opened her mouth to say something, but then shut it rapidly. Flexing her shoulders, she looked Dana in the eye.
"Why should I... or any of us... trust you?"
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Post by meganlupin on Sept 20, 2006 23:34:35 GMT -5
Dana let out an uncharacteristic sigh at Deanna's words. That's just it, she thought. There isn't a reason why anyone should trust me.
"I can't tell you that," the Auror whispered, her gaze floating slightly towards the door that led to where the Death Eaters and Dementors were. What's taking them so long? "At least, not right this moment, anyways . . . It's not safe here."
One member of the group had just opened their mouth to question Dana some more when the floor of St. Mungo's shook, almost like a Muggle bomb had tore through the building.
Windows shattered and doors flew off of their henges. The lobby full of people was suddenly covered in smoke and debris, with people screaming and seeking cover wherever they could. Finally, through the dark, smoky debris, Dana looked through a broken window and saw it: The Dark Mark shone an eerie green as it appeared in the sky above the Wizarding Hospital.
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Post by Madame Marauder on Sept 21, 2006 17:08:31 GMT -5
"Good God," Deanna gasped. "Why didn't we....?"
Figures emerged... all cloaked in black. A masked leader stepped forward, and began sending jinxes and curses everywhich way.
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Post by sophiemckinsley on Sept 23, 2006 16:04:35 GMT -5
Jason step in front of them, leading them down a hall and into another room. This one was dark and damp, like a dungeon. David held Sophie waiting to find out what he would have to do next. Jason closed the door and proceeded through another beckoning David to follow.
This next room was surprisingly cold, especially since a fire blazed in the hearth across the room.
"Master, I have brought you the girl," Jason said, bowing.
"Good work, but give David his credit," a voice immolated from the room. "Do not look so worried David, I will not harm you. You have been faithful and will soon receive a reward."
"Show your face," David spat, with more courage than he actually felt.
"Ahh, if only I could. I am not there with you physically. I'm busy overseeing a... let us just say big occasion. Things are transpiring now that may change the fate of this war."
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Post by meganlupin on Sept 24, 2006 20:56:34 GMT -5
Dana ducked behind an overturned table that had, miraculously, escaped any severe damage. She grasped her wand in her hand and risked a glance above the table.
The group of Death Eaters and Dementors had started to leave the corridor from whence they entered and come into the lobby. Dementors leapt on the injured witches and wizards, though oddly enough, they refrained from Kissing anyone. The Death Eaters, however, did not restrain themselves in any way. Every Unforgivable was fair game for them, and green light lit up the lobby and the rest of the hospital as people fell dead all around.
From her right, Dana saw the group of Order members that she had leapt away from when the Death Eaters and Dementors entered. Most had taken cover, but a few (who, exactly, she couldn't tell), looked like they were preparing to get up and fight. She was just about to get up and tell them that fighting this group was useless when things took a drastic change.
"Kill them," said a high, cold voice, and Dana jerked her head around to see Voldemort joining his Death Eaters from down the corridor.
No, she thought, he wasn't supposed to be here. Her combination of fear and hatred kept her behind the table; that is, until she heard her name echo around the lobby.
"Walsh!" screeched a voice, and Dana rose from behind the table, her wand pointed directly at Bellatrix's chest, both witches glaring hatred at each other.
Bellatrix sent the first spell, and Dana dodged it before firing back a curse of her own. The spell connected and sent the female Death Eater flying back into the far wall and to the floor. She didn't stay down long, though, and quickly rose and fired a cutting hex at Dana. Dana ducked behind the table, but she wasn't quick enough to fully escape the curse as it tore a large gash across her leg. She hissed in pain, but turned around to retaliate. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough.
The moment that she turned her head, she felt a wand pressed up against her throat. Bellatrix's face appeared to her left, and the female Death Eater whispered into Dana's ear.
"What do you think would happen, Walsh," she said, "if I expose you as a traitor right here? Hmm?" Dana didn't respond to her, trying as she was to reach for her wand without Bellatrix noticing. Unfortunately, the female Death Eater was too quick and had kicked Dana's wand out of reach.
"You hate me and I hate you," said Dana. "Why don't you just kill me? I know you want to. You've wanted me dead since the beginning."
"You're right. I do want you dead, but the Dark Lord does not," the Death Eater responded. "He wants you to show your loyalties . . . right now. Imperio."
Dana felt her mind clear of all thought. She felt like she was floating along, with not a care in the world. Everything was utterly peaceful. She could not remember the hospital, could not remember the Death Eaters, Dementors, and the Dark Lord. The only thing that she heard was a quiet voice.
"Kill Shacklebolt," the voice said. And all of a sudden, Dana saw the tall figure of the black Auror as he fought two Death Eaters. "Kill him," the voice whispered again. Not seeing anything wrong with the voice's instructions, Dana raised her wand (which Bellatrix had placed back into her hand), and started to utter the spell.
"Avada . . ."
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