#hp next gen rp

[sarahshoooo]

HP RP

Hello! 20F looking for a Harry Potter RP! I write 3rd person literate and only on discord. I'm open to any lengths and will adapt. I only ask that you are somewhat active. I will loose motivation if we are only writing once every couple days. I prefer to keep things SFW. Here are the characters I am looking to write right now: Andromeda Black Nymphadora Tonks Regulus Black A female OC (bisexual) Astoria Greengrass Teddy Lupin Scorpius Malfoy

(If you can't tell, I have a theme)

I am open to most partners and fun AUs, so just interact in some way and I will react out! (Some fun AU ideas I've had is Regulus living and becoming a professor at hogwarts and Tonks growing up in the Black family instead of outside of it- because of Andromeda getting stuck there)

[nobodyssoldier]

we're  so  excited  to  say  that  we’re  finally  open  for  interactions,  so  please  feel  free  to  post  and  respond  to  starters  and  starter  calls  !  below  the  cut,  you  can  find  further  information  and  instructions  regarding  our  opening  &  our  first  plot  drop  !  hope  you  all  have  fun,  and  we  can't  wait  to  see  all  of  you  on  the  dash  !  happy  opening  !

please  make  sure  you’re  following  everyone  on  the  blogroll  here.

please  be  sure  to  mark  the  date,  time,  and  setting  in  all  of  your  starters  and  replies.  at  the  moment,  our  timestamp  is  december  22,  2030  to  january  12,  2031.  (  please  note  that  hogwarts  university  is  currently  on  winter  break.  )  you’re  more  than  welcome  to  do  flashback  interactions  –  just  make  sure  you  mark  the  date,  time,  and  setting  in  your  posts!  but  do  not  set  any  threads  after  the  current  timestamp.

remember  that  you  must  post  an  introduction,  so  everyone  can  have  something  to  refer  to  if  they  want  to  know  more  about  your  character.  it  doesn’t  have  to  be  long  at  all,  just  enough  to  give  us  a  sense  of  what  they’re  like.  if  you  haven’t  posted  your  introduction(s)  yet,  you  may  still  start  interactions,  but  please  try  to  post  it  as  soon  as  possible  because  it  makes  plotting  a  lot  easier  for  everyone.  when  you’re  finished  with  your  introduction,  be  sure  to  tag  it  with  #ns: intro  and  post  it  in  the  introductions  channel  of  our  discord.

please  remember  to  tag  all  open  starters  with  #ns: starter.  please  do  not  tag  closed  starters  with  that  tag  because  we  don’t  want  to  clog  it.  since  the  tags  tend  to  act  up,  i  ask  that  you  also  post  any  open  starters  in  the  starters  channel  of  our  discord.  please  make  sure  to  respond  to  others'  open  starters,  especially  if  you  write  your  own  open  starter.  you’re  more  than  welcome  to  post  private  starters,  but  please  make  sure  there  are  still  open  starters  for  everyone  to  respond  to  so  no  one  feels  left  out.

our  tracked  tags  are  ns: follow,  ns: unfollow,  ns: admin,  ns: update,  ns: intro,  ns: starter,  ns: task,  and  ns: plot.  please  be  sure  to  follow  them  if  you  aren't  already  !

if  you  have  any  questions,  please  feel  free  to  just  ask  !

i. plot drop

the date is 22 / 12 / 2030. the sun has set on the winter solstice and darkness settles over the ministry of magic like a curtain falling — the conclusion of the final act, the ceasing of applause, and the end of all things. all is well. lights are out in the ministry and posts abandoned, save for a select few unspeakables who work in terse silence some nine levels below london. all across the city, wraiths and knights alike are taken by a deep and dreamless sleep that creeps in through open windows; a quiet thief in the longest, darkest night.  meanwhile, as yet unseen and unheard, death itself stands on the opposing side of the veil — a lonely sentinel whose charge has been violated beyond all reason. it brushes one bony finger across the whispering curtain, stirring up a thrum of excited keening at its very touch. here, the barrier is thinnest. here, it stands in careful contemplation. as it ponders, the air around the archway beyond grows suddenly thick and impossibly more still.  it is the quiet before the storm.   whether in gold or years or mortal souls, the ferryman will have his due. for without night, there is no day. without death, there is no life. pretending otherwise is folly —but is that not the cardinal sin of the living? try as they may to hide or to barter, there is always a score to settle. through the hubris of children, the hand of the the very primordial force they sought to cheat and evade has finally been forced.  death hums, and the sound resonates throughout the chamber as though coming from within the walls of the ministry itself. the thrilled chattering of spirits lurking beyond the curtain matches its cadence. the ground begins to tremble and the select few witnesses on the mortal plan are forced to avert their eyes as the curtain begins to fall inwards; once empty space forced into a vacuum of blinding light.  for a single moment, there is silence. then, the suggestion of a form approaching from some far-off place. and then another. the dead walk again en masse and in perfect form. they are vibrant, and they are real, but they will never again enjoy the peace of eternal slumber. they are equal parts promise and threat. death's voice, when at last it speaks, is sly and reproachful. "you wished to understand mortality? then understand it fully."

ii. plot points

22 / 12 / 2030 : the veil shatters and the dead return. the newly resurrected, once loyal to the dark lord, take to the streets of london to exact their revenge on wizards and muggles alike. no one is safe, and the erinyes, the knights, and the order must all band together to put an end to the violence.

25 / 12 / 2030 : the members of order of the phoenix host a christmas dinner at number 12 grimmauld place. they are joined by loved ones from both the land of the living and beyond; a glimmer of hope and a moment of peace and joy in these uncertain times.

31 / 12 / 2030 : amidst the chaos, the wizarding world's new years eve celebration takes place in hogsmeade. referred to as hogmanay, it is an annual tradition among the scots.

01 / 01 / 2031 : there is a feast at lestrange manor, where voldemort reveals his plans to use the newly resurrected as a means to his own nefarious ends.

[nextgensquad]

THE HOUSE OF NOTT est. 2035

↯ reynard weasley. the reluctant heir. son of theodore nott and ginny weasley, born to play quidditch, forced to play the game of ruthless pureblood society. haunted by the legacy of evil in his family, when his father declares him the heir, ray decides the best way to do good is to create a new era for the house of nott. ↯ delysia weasley. the activist. daughter of theodore nott and ginny weasley, twin sister to ray. smarter, quicker, and kinder than anyone else in the family, lyssa has big dreams that involve nothing of the house of nott. ↯ hippolyta nott. the ice princess. daughter of theodore nott and astoria greengrass, self-titled rightful heir to the house of nott. furious at being passed up for her half-brother due to her gender, lyta is determined to take what she views as her birthright, and she will go to any length to do it. ↯ cassiopeia nott. the rebel. daughter of theodore nott and astoria greengrass, odd one out in a sea of golden-haired princesses. sharp, clever, and ambitious, cassie believes in taking the lot they've been given and turning it inside out and upside down to build a better future. ↯ cleopatra nott. the spoiled baby. daughter of theodore nott and astoria greengrass, the last hope for a legitimate son that faded as she was born. vicious, vindicative, and utterly delightful, cleo cares not one whit for the legacy she was born into, only for the legendary parties she throws and the money she swims in.

[mattheoriddleanonn]

Mattheo it’s you and me <3

No

[mortempromos]

do  not  pity  the  dead,  harry.  pity  the  living. blood  spatters  the  cobblestones  of  diagon  alley.  the  last  patronus  in  london  flickers  and  fades,  extinguished  like  so  many  before  it.  history  lies  fractured,  rewritten  by  bone-white  fingers  that  clutch  the  elder  wand. the  order  of  the  phoenix  has  become  little  more  than  legend.  their  numbers  bleed  away  with  each  raid,  each  betrayal,  each  loss.  still,  they  fight—ragged,  despondent,  and  desperate—against  the  crushing  might  of  the  death  eaters  who  patrol  every  street,  every  home,  every  thought.  over  three  decades  have  passed  since  hogwarts  fell.  from  this  broken  castle,  voldemort's  shadow  stretches  across  europe,  his  cold  authority  more  absolute  with  each  passing  season.  three  decades  of  relentless  night  have  all  but  extinguished  the  memory  of  daylight.  even  harry  feels  hope  slipping  through  his  fingers  as  his  scar  pulses  with  increasing  urgency. in  this  world  where  morality  has  been  reduced  to  mere  survival,  where  do  you  stand?  how  do  you  live?

@mortemhq  is  a  highly  canon  divergent  and  alternate  universe  harry  potter  next  generation  rp.  we  are  21+,  appless &  hybrid.  england  has  been  forced  into  a  time  of  great  unease  and  strife,  the  threats  of  voldemort’s  rule  loom  over  everyone.  hogwarts  was  lost  in  1998,  and  the  order  of  the  phoenix  has  struggled  to  keep  hope  alive,  forced  into  hiding.  but  for  those  who  refuse  to  be  subdued,  the  war  never  ended,  and  the  battle  is  fought  on.  it  is  2032,  and  the  tides  are  finally  turning.

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[mortemhq]

HI,  EVERYONE  !  sorry  for  being  absent  on  the  main  today.  i'm  cramming  for  my  last  final  tomorrow,  but  after  that,  i'm  all  yours  !  any  questions  in  the  inbox  will  be  answered  tomorrow  afternoon.  however,  i'm  so  excited  to  announce  that  we're  already  at  eight  muns,  and  we  just  need  seven  more  to  open  !  come  give  us  a  look  if  you  haven't  already  !  there  are  plenty  of  canons,  semi  canons,  and  face  claims  we'd  love  to  see.  plus,  we  also  welcome  original  characters  !

[nobodyssoldier]

i. a web weaving

what does it mean to drown? first, in the water of a womb from which the prodigal son, the better man, has already come forth. second, in dark corridors and unspoken understandings; ' i am fortunate to be born and i am born to feel afraid '. third, and most violently of all, the tumultuous current of a mother’s love misshapen and twisted into something expectant and ugly. a predator lying in the long grass. nothing i do is good, and nothing i do is good enough. 

ii. digging deeper

name: regulus arcturus black

age: 23

former house: slytherin

blood status: pureblood

face claim: archie renaux (ask for alternatives)

allegiance: undecided

gender & pronouns: utp

you lose count of your hauntings. you were a ghost from your first breath to your last. a shadow of something better and brighter. an apparition lurking in dark corners. you were your mother’s son in all the ugly ways that mattered, and it was for that reason that she could not stand to look at you. she could not stomach her shortcomings laid bare. but still, you tried.

you became part of something bigger. you filled in the heir-shaped spaces after he left. you did everything right. you fed yourself on scraps of good will until you were strong enough to make them see you — to show him and them that you were not him, and by virtue of not being him, you were worthy. you were better. but it wasn’t true — was it? and if you do not do well, sin is lurking at the door.

in the mirror, and on the surface of the water, an unwanted boy stared back at you with eyes like void. he did not smile. his wrongness hung off him like hand-me-down clothes. all you ever had was longing, but longing felt too intimate, too pretty a word to describe the hunger in you for something, anything, to imbue you with purpose. you were an absence. you lacked, and because you lacked, you wanted. you moved through the world as though you were atlas, chained by leash and collar to the weight and veracity of your own desire. and when those chains were severed by teeth and claws, alone in the cold, dark, water, you welcomed the bite. only when your lungs were starved of air were you able to finally breathe. but peace eternal was just another in a line of false promises. welcome home, second son. vagabond. even now, no matter how desperately you tug at your chains, you cannot run from yourself. 

iii. connections

one. SIRIUS BLACK , brother —  all that i did to try to undo it. all of my pain and all your excuses. i was a kid, but i wasn't clueless (someone who loves you wouldn't do this). all of my past, I tried to erase it, but now i see, would i even change it? might share a face and share a last name but (we are not the same, same).

two. ANDROMEDA TONKS, cousin (and lifeline) — so it's better if you were on your way. if you were somewhere far from me. so you could dream i turned out well and i, i could just go to sleep.

three. TEDDY LUPIN , unlikely friend & confidant — when not a thing i held was true but you were kind to me and you reminded me that the world is not my playground. there are other things that matter.

[nobodyssoldier]

+1 RESERVATION ADDED: dorcas meadowes

[nobodyssoldier]

hi,  everyone  !  i  mentioned  this  in  the  chat  already,  but  for  any  lurkers  out  there,  i'm  so  excited  to  announce  that  we've  hit  our  one  month  anniversary  and  we're  still  going  strong  !  i'm  in  the  throes  of  midterms  right  now,  so  i  might  be  a  bit  sparse  on  the  main  for  the  next  day  or  two  while  i  cram  for  my  exams.  that's  why  i  thought  a  meme  day  might  be  appropriate  !  for  this  meme  day,  please  make  a  post  linking  your  askbox  along  with  the  characters  and  ask  memes  you're  accepting  this  round.  don't  forget  to  link  your  post  in  the  #ask-memes  channel  of  our  discord  too.  meme  day  ends  thursday  at  11:59  pm  pst,  but  we'll  turn  a  blind  eye  to  any  late  participants  !  find some meme suggestions under the cut. have fun, everyone !

ASK  MEME  SUGGESTIONS

you  are  not  limited  to  these  !  if  you'd  like  to  use  different  memes,  just  link  them  in  your  post.

vulnerable  confession  prompts

prompts  for  angsty  conversations

be  my  valentine!

in  character  character  development  questions

domestic  headcanons  meme

thematic  headcanons

[nobodyssoldier]

please tell me this is still going… i have 3/4ths of an app done… omg

hi, anon — we are absolutely still going !! you should hopefully see a few new skeletons in the next forty-eight hours, and we're pleased to say that all our lovely members are very active on the dash and in the discord. we can't wait to see your application !!

[nobodyssoldier]

i. a web weaving

ii. digging deeper

name: pansy parkinson

age: 49

former house: slytherin

blood status: pureblood

face claim: rebecca hall

allegiance: the nephilim

gender & pronouns: utp

for all the dubious privileges of your birthright, you were not a happy child. your first breath was a wail. your first word a refusal. shallow girl. shallow affect. shallow dreams. you walked the halls of the manor with your chin aloft — your tarnished spoon clutched tight in one clammy fist. you didn't flinch from the dark. you stared into it and felt certain, under the light of the pale moon, that it was staring back at you.

pansies for thoughts — and yet your mind was not your own. smoke on your breath and skeletons in your closet. your mother sat you at her vanity and pressed her cold palms against your cheeks. legacy. promise. a gold-plated girl, dressed up in diamonds to hide the dirty truth of the matter — that a name is just a name, and a name is only worth the weight it carries. you would have crawled over splintered glass to preserve your family's pride.

you met him on a dark, winter night. you let him take you home, let him split you open, and marvelled at that little bit of light that spilled out — proof against all odds that there was good in you. when your own mother struck your face and spat out curses, you pressed a protective hand against your belly and levelled your wand against her throat.

a daughter is a reflection. she moves with you, but no matter how close to the mirror you stand, even if your breath fogs the glass, your fingertips will never touch. she is the promise of dawn in an enduring night, but you are a creature of habit, and you've spent too long in the dark now to adapt to the light. she emerges to bask in the sun and in so doing, she ventures somewhere you can never follow.

iii. connection

one. BLAISE ZABINI , best friend — they never discussed it, but both came to understand it as a promise: he would always make sure there was a place for her. she would always be able to say, someone is coming. i am not alone. (celeste ng)

two. PRISCILLA PARKINSON, daughter — a mother and a daughter — what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction. everything is possible and is done in the name of love and solicitude. the mother’s injuries are handed down to the daughter. the mother’s failures are paid for by the daughter. the mother’s unhappiness will be the daughter’s unhappiness. it’s as if the umbilical cord had never been cut (autumn sonata)

three. DRACO MALFOY , an old friend — baby, believe me / and you had every chance / you destroy everything that you know (that you know) / (uncontrollable) / if you don't need me / just let me go

four. DAPHNE GREENGRASS , lover — our secret moments in your crowded room / they got no idea about me and you / there is an indentation in the shape of you / made your mark on me, a golden tattoo / all of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation / my hands are shaking from holding back from you / say my name and everything just stops / i don't want you like a best friend / only bought this dress so you could take it off

[nobodyssoldier]

can I ask more alt for ginny pls? I wanted ginger if possibly :))

hi,  anon  !  for  ginny,  we  can  see  alexandra  breckenridge,  rebecca  ferguson,  bryce  dallas  howard,  sarah  drew,  kate  mara,  christina  hendricks,  bridget  regan,  lauren  ambrose,  jaime  ray  newman,  emily  blunt  (  especially  the  resources  from  wild  mountain  thyme  ),  evan  rachel ��wood,  sarah  snook  &  amy  adams.  if  you're  open  to  ginny  being  adopted,  elcin  sangu,  elena  satine  &  nur  fettahoglu  would  work  well  too  !  these  face  claims  should  all  have  redhead  resources  in  the  appropriate  age  range.  thanks  for  the  ask,  i  really  hope  you  see  someone  you  like  !

[nobodyssoldier]

abigail  'abi'  wood's  story  began  with  a  romance  that  scandalized  post-war  britain  —  oliver  wood,  the  celebrated  keeper  whose  passion  for  quidditch  was  legendary,  falling  irrevocably  in  love  with  marcus  flint,  former  slytherin  captain  and  heir  to  the flint name.  they  met  again  at  a  professional  match,  oliver  playing  for  puddlemere  united,  marcus  newly  signed  to  the  falmouth  falcons.  what  started  as  fierce  rivalry  on  the  pitch  evolved  into  something  deeper,  more  complex.  their  relationship  played  out  in  newspaper  headlines and vicious rumors.  the  prodigal  son  of  the  flint  family,  dating  a  blood  traitor?  oliver  wood,  throwing  away  his  rising  star  status  for  a  former  death  eater's  child?  but  they  weathered  the  storm  of  public  opinion  with  the  same  determination  they'd  once  brought  to  quidditch  rivalry. 

their  marriage  blazed  bright  but  brief,  six  years  of  fierce  joy  before  marcus  abandoned his new family to return to pureblood society.  perhaps  it  was  the  constant  pressure  from  his  family.  perhaps  the  weight  of  defying  his  upbringing  simply  became  too  heavy  to  bear.  the  end  came  not  with  a  bang  but  with  a  letter,  left  on  their  kitchen  table  one  morning  while  oliver  was  at  practice. abi  and  her  twin  brother,  elliot,  were  barely  five  when  their  world  split  in  two,  too  young  to  fully  understand  but  old  enough  to  feel  its weight.  the  prophet  ran  headlines  for  weeks:  "FLINT  HEIR  ABANDONS  FAMILY"  and  “WOOD-FLINT  MARRIAGE  DISSOLVES”  oliver  responded  by  pouring  himself  into  both  parenting  and  quidditch  with  equal  fervor.  he  took  a  coaching  position  with  puddlemere's  reserve  team  to  maintain  more  regular  hours  and  never  missed  a  single  one  of  his  children's  milestone  moments.  he  was  determined  that  his  children  would  never  question  their  place  in  his  heart.

when  abi  arrived  at  hogwarts  years  later,  oliver's  reputation  preceded  her.  but  so  did  the  shadow  of  marcus's  choices.  her  dark  hair  marked  her  as  marcus's  daughter,  though  she  carried  herself  with  oliver's  quiet  confidence.  when  the  sorting  hat  touched  her  head,  the  great  hall  held  its  breath,  but  the  hat  didn't  hesitate  before  crying  "ravenclaw!"  abi  found  her  true  home  among  the  eagles.  there,  in  the  tower  where  creativity  and  ingenuity  reigned,  her  quiet  intensity  and  innovative  spirit  flourished.  abi  absorbed  knowledge  with  fierce  selectivity.  her  obsessions,  when  they  took  hold,  burned  bright  and  deep  —  she  cared  not  for  subjects  that  failed  to  ignite  her  passion,  but  those  that  did  consumed  her  completely.  a  fiend  for  magical  theory  and  application,  she  became  known  among  the  knights  as  their  most  innovative  spell  inventor,  crafting  both  wicked  curses  and  potent  defense  charms.

when  the  montrose  magpies'  scout  approached  her  during  her  first  year  at  hogwarts  university,  abi  knew  her  path  would  not  be  a  simple  one.  the  scout  had  watched  her  captain  ravenclaw  through  three  undefeated  seasons.  "once  in  a  generation  talent,"  she'd  said,  pushing  a  contract  across  the  table  in  the  three  broomsticks.  "we  can  work  around  your  studies."  but  abi  understood  the  reality  behind  those  words  —  the  brutal  training  schedules,  the  constant  travel,  the  impossible  balance  between  pitch  and  classroom.  she  found  herself  in  headmaster  longbottom's  office  late  one  night,  torn  between  her  two  passions.  he  opened  a  drawer  and  pulled  out  a  small  hourglass  on  a  delicate  chain.

headmaster  longbottom's  gift  of  a  time  turner  came  with  grave  warnings  about  its  use,  but  abi  approached  it  with  the  same  methodical  precision  she  brought  to  everything  else.  she  crafted  elaborate  schedules  that  allowed  her  to  attend  morning  practices  and  afternoon  lectures  simultaneously,  to  spend  evenings  in  both  the  library  and  the  knights'  headquarters,  working  towards  a  bright  future  that  would  never  come  to  pass.  she  wore  that  time  turner  around  her  neck  until  the  end,  though  she  never  used  it  that  fatal  day  in  the  dungeons.  after  her  death,  the  device  was  found  shattered,  its  sands  scattered  across  the  floor  like  fallen  stars.  the  knights  would  bury  it  with  her.

she  had  her  father  oliver's  tendency  to  get  lost  in  strategic  planning,  often  filling  entire  notebooks  with  quidditch  plays  and  spell  modifications.  her  roommates  would  find  these  notebooks  everywhere:  under  her  pillow,  in  the  dormitory  bathroom,  tucked  between  textbooks.  she  claimed  her  best  ideas  came  at  random  moments.  throughout  the  years,  she  developed  her  own  personal  shorthand,  making  her  notes  nearly  impossible  for  others  to  decipher.

she  inherited  both  her  fathers'  competitiveness  but  channeled  it  differently.  where  they  had  been  openly  aggressive  on  the  pitch,  she  was  calculating  and  precise,  preferring  to  outsmart  her  opponents.  determined  to  play  professionally  from  an  early  age,  abi  knew  the  ins  and  outs  of  every  position.  she  could  recite  the  strengths  and  weaknesses  of  every  professional  player  in  the  league  and  had  studied  recordings  of  matches  dating  back  decades.  during  practice,  she  would  often  switch  positions  with  her  teammates,  believing  that  understanding  every  role  was  key  to  being  a  better  captain.

in  her  section  of  the  ravenclaw  dormitory,  she  had  a  "wall  of  impossibilities,"  a  collection  of  supposedly  impossible  magical  theories  that  she  was  determined  to  prove  wrong.  the  wall  was  a  complex  web  of  parchment  scraps,  theoretical  diagrams,  and  color-coded  strings  connecting  related  concepts.  after  her  death,  several  of  her  theoretical  solutions  were  discovered  by  the  knights  to  be  viable.  the vast majority of her  work is kept  in  the  room  of  requirement as the knights work to properly develop her research.

her  collection  of  quidditch  goggles  became  a  timeline  of  her  career.  each  pair  was  meticulously  preserved,  with  details  about  the  specific  breakthrough  or  match  they  represented.  the  last  pair  she  wore,  still  hanging  in  the  ravenclaw  changing  room,  bears  the  simple  inscription  "for  the  love  of  the  game."  her  locker  remains  untouched,  her  last  set  of  robes  still  hanging  inside,  her  strategy  notes  still  pinned  to  the  door. her firebolt 7000 broom, modified with several charms and enhancements by abi herself, has been permanently retired.

upon  abi's  death,  her  younger  brother,  callum,  left  the  erinyes  to  rejoin  the  knights.  callum's  relationship  with  his  older  brother,  elliot,  remains  strained from callum's initial departure. unbeknownst to the remaining woods, elliot fell to the dark side years ago, acting as a spy and informant for the wraiths.

[nobodyssoldier]

below  the  cut,  you  can  find  further  information  and  instructions  regarding  our  second plot  drop  !!  please do make use of the allegiance-specific chats in our ooc discord to plot with one another.

please  be  sure  to  mark  the  date,  time,  and  setting  in  all  of  your  starters  and  replies.  at  the  moment,  our  timestamp  is  january 13,  2031  to  february 20,  2031.  as before,  you’re  more  than  welcome  to  do  flashback  interactions or continue existing threads  –  just  make  sure  you  mark  the  date,  time,  and  setting  in  your  posts!  and please don't  set  any  threads  after  the  current  timestamp. we're cooking up plans.

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i. plot drop

the  date  is  13  /  01  /  2031.  hogwarts  university's  reopening  casts  long  shadows  across  the  wizarding  world.  there  is  a  wrongness  here  that  seeps  through  every  crack,  every  shadow,  a  corruption  that  runs  deeper  than  mere  darkness. dolores  umbridge  emerges  from  the  gloom,  freed  from  azkaban's  depths  by  voldemort's  coup.  her  poisonous  pink  robes,  preserved  through  decades  of  imprisonment,  seem  to  mock  the  very  concept  of  color.  each  click  of  her  heels  against  ancient  stone  echoes  with  terrible  purpose  as  she  takes  her  place  at  the  gates,  that  signature  simpering  smile  unchanged  by  time  or  torment.  beside  her  looms  marcus  flint—now  deputy  headmaster—a  shadow  given  form,  his  old  quidditch-field  brutality  refined  into  something  more  calculated,  more  precise  in  its  cruelty. they  welcome  students  both  new  and  returning,  though  'welcome'  rings  hollow,  false  as  fool's  gold.  all  of  them  know  what  awaits  within.

in  her  office,  where  kitten  plates  mew  in  disturbing  unison,  umbridge  presides  over  both  administrative  duties  and  interrogations  with  the  same  saccharine  smile.  the  screams  that  sometimes  echo  from  behind  her  closed  door  blend  seamlessly  with  the  cats'  endless  song.  below,  in  what  was  once  minerva  mcgonagall's  transfiguration  classroom,  flint  cultivates  his  network  of  informants  with  practiced  precision. the  carrow  sisters  have  made  the  dungeons  their  domain,  a  nightmare  realm  where  their  family's  legacy  lives  on  in  flesh  and  blood  and  screams.  flora's  "disciplinary  sessions"  in  the  old  potions  classroom  have  become  legendary,  each  new  technique  more  creative  than  the  last.  across  the  corridor,  hestia's  dark  arts  lessons  focus  on  practical  application,  using  detained  "troublemakers"  as  unwilling  subjects  for  increasingly  vicious  curses. even  the  room  of  requirement  bears  the  scars  of  this  transformation.  it  appears  now  only  for  the  knights  who  have  claimed  it  as  their  sanctuary,  its  walls  remembering  the  purpose  they  once  served  in  darker  days.  the  erinyes  seethe  with  blood-boiling  fury  at  this  perceived  betrayal,  their  exclusion  only  fueling  their  determination  to  reclaim  it.

in  the  great  hall,  beneath  a  ceiling  that  no  longer  reflects  the  sky  but  a  yawning  darkness,  students  sit  in  rigid  rows.  some  bear  visible  marks  of  "disciplinary  measures"—scars  from  blood  quills  carved  into  their  skin,  others  twitch  with  the  lingering  effects  of  cruciatus  exposure.  most  have  learned  to  keep  their  eyes  downcast,  their  voices  hushed,  their  thoughts  buried  deep  where  even  the  most  skilled  legilimens  might  not  find  them.

the  date  is  20  /  01  /  2031.  in  the  weeks  since  the  destruction  of  the  veil,  there  has  been  disquiet  in  the  wizarding  world.  tension,  taught  as  a  bowstring.  hushed  whispers  and  hurried  steps.  in  the  ministry's  halls,  portraits  whisper  of  strange  sounds  echoing  from  the  department  of  mysteries.  aurors  report  increasing  numbers  of  dark  magic  detections  across  britain.  owls  refuse  to  fly  after  sunset,  and  even  the  ghosts  of  hogwarts  have  grown  restless  and  afraid.  though  many  have  their  suspicions,  only  a  select  few  are  privy  to  the  dark  truth.  the  man  once  known  as  tom  marvolo  riddle  has  cheated  death  a  second  time  and  walks  amongst  the  living,  restored.

but  he  has  grown  weary  of  his  half-life,  and  of  lurking  in  shadows.  weeks  of  watching  from  darkness,  of  gathering  strength,  of  testing  the  limits  of  this  new  form  death  has  granted  him.  weeks  of  hearing  reports  of  his  enemies  moving  freely  through  the  world  he  means  to  rule.  there's  one  name  on  his  lips  —  spoken  in  the  dead  of  night  like  a  curse,  whispered  in  the  dawn  like  a  prayer,  repeated  endlessly  until  it  becomes  a  mantra  of  obsession  —  and  a  single-minded  determination  drives  him  through  the  streets  of  london  like  an  animal  on  the  hunt.  he  sets  out  to  strike  at  the  heart  of  the  order.  harun  polat.  saviour.  martyr.  once  boy,  now  man.

they  face  one-another  as  equals,  their  souls  no  longer  tethered,  and  raise  their  wands  in  an  echo  of  a  battle  long-since  won.  spells  illuminate  the  morning  air  like  deadly  fireworks.  shields  shatter  and  reform.  the  crowd  scatters  in  panic  as  two  of  the  most  powerful  wizards  alive  duel  in  the  heart  of  diagon  alley.  the  wraiths  emerge  from  shadows  to  form  a  perimeter,  while  order  members  apparate  in  to  protect  civilians.  magic  crackles  between  the  combatants,  beautiful  and  terrible.

but  neither  see  a  figure  emerging  from  the  thick  of  the  fight,  and  neither  are  fast  enough  to  change  their  course.  rubeus  hagrid,  keeper  of  keys  and  grounds  at  hogwarts,  moves  with  surprising  grace  for  one  so  large.  lord  voldemort  howls  in  fury  as  harun  polat  slips  through  his  fingers,  yet  again.  the  sound  shakes  windows  and  cracks  cobblestones,  and  as  though  in  unison,  harun  howls  as  he  is  dragged  from  the  battlefield  and  from  where  rubeus  hagrid  lies  dying  —  another  in  the  long  line  of  those  who've  slipped  from  this  mortal  coil  so  that  he  might  live  on.  his  friend's  last  words  echo  in  his  ears:  "yeh  won't  take  'im  again!"  even  as  order  members  pull  him  to  safety  through  desperate  apparition.

in  the  aftermath,  the  wizarding  world  faces  an  uncomfortable  truth:  their  nightmare  has  returned,  wearing  beauty  like  a  mask  over  madness.  and  somewhere  in  london,  harun  polat  kneels  beside  the  still  form  of  his  oldest  friend.  hagrid's  body  lay  where  he  fell,  peaceful  as  if  sleeping,  covered  in  gently  falling  snow.  in  death,  he  had  accomplished  what  he'd  spent  his  life  doing:  protecting  harun  from  the  dark  lord's  reach.

the  date  is  22  /  01  /  2031.  the  dungeons  of  hogwarts  castle  have  long  echoed  with  screams,  but  tonight  they  ring  with  battle  cries  and  spellfire.  flora  carrow's  reign  of  terror  ends  in  flames  and  fury,  her  reputation  for  cruelty  preceding  her  like  a  poisonous  shadow.  her  "remedial  sessions"  are  spoken  of  in  whispers,  her  innovations  in  torture  surpassing  even  the  notorious  legacy  of  her  predecessors,  amycus  and  alecto,  in  their  capacity  for  creative  torment.

but  even  monsters  must  fall.

the  erinyes  move  like  vengeful  spirits  through  torch-lit  corridors,  their  attack  precise  and  merciless.  flora  carrow,  for  all  her  cruelty,  never  sees  them  coming.  perhaps  she  believed  herself  untouchable  within  these  stone  walls  that  have  witnessed  so  much  suffering.  perhaps  she  thought  her  family  name  would  protect  her,  as  it  has  so  many  times  before.

through  secret  passages  and  hidden  doors,  the  knights  of  the  round  table  guide  terrified  students  to  safety  as  battle  erupts  between  the  wraiths  and  the  erinyes.  their  silver  daemons  prowl  the  shadows,  offering  comfort  and  direction  to  those  who  flee  the  growing  storm  of  combat.  they  move  with  practiced  efficiency,  their  evacuation  routes  planned  and  rehearsed  in  countless  midnight  meetings.

but  fate  has  other  plans.

abigail  wood  stands  tall  in  ravenclaw  blue  and  bronze,  her  silver  fox  daemon  alert  at  her  side.  oliver  wood's  daughter  has  inherited  all  of  her  father's  courage  and  determination.  when  a  group  of  first-years  finds  themselves  caught  between  clashing  spells,  she  doesn't  hesitate.

the  killing  curse  flies  from  an  erinyes  wand,  meant  for  flora  carrow's  heart.  instead,  it  finds  abigail's,  her  body  falling  in  a  graceful  arc  that  seems  to  last  an  eternity.  her  daemon  dissolves  like  starlight  on  water,  its  final  cry  echoing  through  chambers  that  have  heard  too  much  pain  already.  her  wand  clatters  against  ancient  stone,  the  sound  somehow  louder  than  the  battle  raging  around  them.

for  one  terrible  moment,  the  world  holds  its  breath.

the  knights  break  first,  their  cries  of  anguish  bouncing  off  dungeon  walls  that  have  absorbed  so  many  screams  before.  the  erinyes  member  who  cast  the  curse  stands  frozen,  horror  etched  into  every  line  of  their  face  as  they  realize  what  they've  done.  they  have  become  what  they  sought  to  destroy  —  dealers  of  death  to  the  innocent.

her  death—the  first  knight  to  fall  at  erinyes  hands—sends  ripples  through  both  factions.  the  knights  mourn  a  sister;  the  erinyes  face  the  horror  of  killing  one  they  had  sworn  to  protect.  what  began  as  an  act  of  justice  has  birthed  its  own  tragedy,  a  cruel  reminder  that  vengeance  carries  its  own  price.

in  the  hospital  wing,  abigail  lies  in  state,  her  ravenclaw  quidditch  robes  draped  across  her  like  a  shroud.  her  fellow  knights  maintain  their  vigil,  their  silver  daemons  clustered  close,  as  if  their  presence  might  somehow  call  back  her  departed  soul.  her  father  arrives  at  dawn,  his  face  carved  from  grief.  but  in  another  corner  of  the  castle,  a  different  kind  of  grief  takes  root.  hestia  carrow  stands  in  her  sister's  office,  her  fingers  trailing  over  flora's  precise  lesson  plans,  her  meticulous  records  of  pain  inflicted  and  lessons  taught.  their  shared  darkness  had  bound  them  together  since  childhood,  twin  shadows  in  a  world  that  never  understood  their  devotion  to  the  old  ways.  now  that  bond  lies  severed,  and  something  terrible  blooms  in  its  place.

hestia's  scream  of  rage  echoes  through  the  castle  like  a  banshee's  wail,  her  magic  exploding  outward  in  waves  of  raw  fury  that  shatter  windows  and  crack  stone.  where  flora's  cruelty  was  precise,  calculated,  hestia's  grief  transforms  into  something  wild  and  uncontrolled.  she  vows  to  hunt  down  every  member  of  the  erinyes,  to  make  them  suffer  as  she  suffers.  her  sister's  death  has  unleashed  something  far  more  dangerous  than  flora's  measured  malice  —  a  vengeful  fury  that  threatens  to  consume  everything  in  its  path.

ii. plot points

13 / 01 / 2031 : hogwarts university reopens its doors to students old and new — some who have been away for mere weeks, and others who are stepping foot in the castle for the first time in decades.

20 / 01 / 2031 : the dark lord himself re-emerges from the shadows, confirming the worst fears of many and stirring up eager anticipation amongst his followers. he sets out to kill harun polat. the wraiths and the order battle in the streets, harun clawing his way through the battle on muscle memory and the few spells he's learned since his revival, but the man who lived lives again when rubeus hagrid lays down his life to save him.

22 / 01 / 2031 : the erinyes, eager to spill blood and exact vengeance upon their enemies, take advantage of the ensuing chaos and target flora carrow — head of herbology. the castle erupts into chaos and the knights steal in to evacuate as many students as they can. in the heat of battle, a stray curse is thrown and a loyal knight falls where she stands. she is the first of their number to die at the erinyes hands.

31 / 01 / 2031 : the nephilim meet in secret and plan to entice the newly-resurrected, political pawns, and followers of the dark lord who've grown discontent in the aftermath of his most recent failure to best the man who lived.

iii. faction-specific missions

THE ORDER OF THE STAG : the weight of their secret weighs heavy on the minds of the order members, many of whom are questioning the decision to keep harun in the dark — doubly so in light of recent events. meanwhile, a power-struggle ensues between their leaders and a restored albus dumbledore. loyalties are divided.

THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE : having caught wind of the erinyes plans, the knights launch a rescue mission to usher students and teachers out of the castle through secret passageways — some of the rescued are friends, some are foe. new allegiances are formed, and old wounds are re-opened.

THE ERINYES : the erinyes launch an attack on hogwarts castle and murder flora carrow, eager to send a message to the wraiths and to assert themselves as the champions of justice. however, when a knight is caught in the cross-fire, some grow wary of the new way of things. there is innocent blood on their hands now. how much further will they be willing to go?

THE WRAITHS : the wraiths follow their resurrected master into battle with blind faith that a new dawn is finally upon them. but when harun polat escapes yet again, some begin to whisper of an alternative faction on the rise and wonder whether their loyalties may be better placed elsewhere.

THE NEPHILIM : with their various enemies in disarray, the nephilim seize the opportunity to grow their numbers and whisper in the ears of wraiths and erinyes alike.

[nobodyssoldier]

i. a web weaving

ii. digging deeper

name: molly weasley

age: 36

former house: gryffindor

blood status: pureblood

face claim: nicola coughlan (ask for alternatives)

allegiance: the order of the stag

gender & pronouns: utp

the heart is a heavy burden — an anxious, fluttering thing that aches and tears as often as it beats. you swaddle it in embroidered cloth and bury it where the marigolds grow, where your mother’s bones rest easy in the soil. you stand firm, hands on your hips, eyes ablaze: patience and passion; younger sister, only daughter. you’ve become their keeper, though you are still a child yourself. your girlhood is short-lived — not through nature, nor through nurture, but through necessity. is this what it means to be a woman?

at thirteen, you peer at her photograph where it sits atop the mantelpiece and wonder: was it the weight of it that killed her? the pressure and the preconceptions? you wonder if it will kill you, too. you lie awake at night, paralyzed by fear—fear that you may follow her into the dark without making your mark on this world. that you, too, will be laid to rest beneath the flowers, your name forgotten.

over and over, the cycle reasserts itself — now as familiar to you as the movement of the stars. you bear its weight, letting your caring make you strong: chiding words, knowing looks, stitches and salves. you sit at the table, or with your legs curled beneath you in the common room, and feel like an ancillary character in the story of your own life. this is what it means to be alone in a haven of your own creation: tending the garden while others trample the grass and steal the blooms.

gentle but firm, soft but strong. you're always needed, but are you wanted? do they love you for your spirit? for your humour? do they love the way you laugh, loud and uninhibited? or do they only wish to settle on the ground and warm themselves by the light of your fire. you are the foundation on which they stand — but who will hold you upright? in whose arms will you rest your weary head?

iii. connection

one. ARTHUR WEASLEY , soulmate —  you hold me so close that my knees grow weak / but my soul is flying high above the ground / i'm trying to speak, but no matter what i do / i just can't seem to make any sound / and then you took the words right out of my mouth / oh, it must have been while you were kissing me / you took the words right out of my mouth / and i swear it's true / i was just about to say i love you (love you)

two. GIDEON PREWETT & FABIAN PREWETT , brothers — so you went and got yourself back into trouble / went and got yourself into another fight / come on here, let me see your eye, now it's all black and swollen / but i think you're gonna be all right / yes, i think that you're gonna be all right / i don't know why you're such a troublemaker / you'd think that maybe by now you'd see the light / getting yourself torn up, boy, and we don't have that much money / but i think maybe things will be all right / yes, i think maybe things will be all right

three. KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT & ALASTOR MOODY , a tight-knit friendship lost to time — we keep this love in a photograph / we made these memories for ourselves / where our eyes are never closin' / hearts are never broken / and time's forever frozen still

[nobodyssoldier]

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