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Post by valval89 on Jul 19, 2011 15:07:28 GMT -5
{I WILL DRY YOUR EYES} I WILL FIGHT YOUR FIGHTHarry James Potter tossed and turned in his sleep all night. Thoughts went through his head and soon he woke up sweating and shaking. He grabbed his glasses and shoved them onto his face. Dreams had started to keep him up at night. Mostly they were about him not being able to protect his family. That someone was killing them and he just stood there watching it happen not able to do anything about it. He looked over to Ginnys side of the bed and didn't see her there. She was at work and he had the day off because of his leg and the whole fight with some idiots the other day. The ministry wanted Harry to let his leg heal.
Sighing he got up out of bed and limped into the bathroom. Turning on the shower he got the water just right, stripped down, and then got into the shower. The water ran down his body as he let the hot water soothe his leg. It always hurt, but that morning it was hurting worse than usual. Getting out of the shower an hour later he dried off and wraped a towel around his waist. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked out of the bathroom into his room. He looked through his drawers and minutes later was getting dressed. After that he stared at his knee brace. He hated the blasted damned thing. Sighing he threw the knee brace into the closet not really wanting it anywhere near him.
Grabbing his cane he limped through the house and into the kitchen. He looked through the fridge and couldn't find his bottle of whiskey. Sighing he stood up and closed the fridge. He rubbed the back of his head and thought for a minute. It was his day off he could go to the Leaky Cauldron, or maybe he could go to the Three Broomsticks and maybe he would see one of his kids there. Sighing he apperated to the outskirts of Hogsmead and limped to the Three Broomsticks. He walked in ordered a glass of whiskey and sat down with his order. He sipped his drink then leaned back in his chair. He looked around wondering if any of his kids were there.
When he finished with his glass he paied and went straight to the ministry. He was off work but who said he couldn't do a little poking around to find a way to fix Kelseys problam so things would be good between James and Kelsey again. He wanted his son to be able to feel good about going home now. The whole horcrux thing messed up things between Kelsey and James. James had been broken when everyone thought Kelsey had died.
He went up to his office where he had some files and old books locked away. He limped into his office and shut the door. He unlocked the drawer and started flipping through them. Everyone knew he was off today, and he hadn't ran into anyone yet. They wouldn't come in here knowing he was off. That meant Harry had plenty of time to look through the files and old books. He had to find a way to fix the horcrux issue. That had to be taken care of before he could destory Bellatrix. [/size] {I WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT} AND I WON'T LET GO[/center] WordCount;; 556 Notes;; yay post Outfit;; OMG! IT'S CLICKABLE credit;; made by valval...lyrics are Wont let go by rascal flatts...steal and die by sethos hands
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Post by ruissexy on Jul 20, 2011 5:40:58 GMT -5
Everything was superb for Antonin Dolohov at the moment. Everything was going according to plan for the first time in history. Well, there was one thing that happened to break loose and cause hell for Antonin. His wife left. Oh, screw the woman, he thought to himself. He could always find another one. Who needed a wife anyway? They were bitches. Anastasia only caused him hell with all her modeling and shit. He couldn’t handle it and she just couldn’t handle him as a husband. He could not help but smirk at this thought. He was an asshole and he quite enjoyed this.
He stood by the large fireplace. Antonin had a few errands to take care of at the Ministry of Magic that day. He planned on looking through the files and finding out about certain mud-bloods inhabiting the wizarding world. That scum didn’t deserve to stand a foot in the wizarding world. They were a laugh. They had to be demolished, and the Dark Lord inspired Antonin to help finish the certain job. He stepped into the antique fireplace, grabbed himself some floo powder and threw it. ”Ministry of Magic.” He spoke, with a roguish tone.
He finally landed in his final destination. The place had changed, it had grown darker. This made him feel quite cheerful. Gladly, Granger wasn’t the Minister anymore. There had to be some sort of celebration. The Dark Lady did a rather great job at it, and of course, he helped as well. He began making his way toward a certain office where most of the files were kept. He was always welcome at the Ministry now that Lestrange took over. Suddenly, he stopped at the News counter. Antonin took a glance at the front page news. He smirked as he saw the head line – ‘Order Supporters found dead’ . Lovely.
He started making his way to a certain place. Level 2 in particular. The department of Magical Law Enforcement was found there. He swiftly moved into the elevator. Oddly, it wasn’t too full. It took him quite a bit to actually arrive to Level 2. Finally, the elevator doors opened and he stepped out. He silently moved past the busy officials. He walked over to a certain door. He knew this certain room held the files that he needed. He pulled on the knob and the door pulled open with a creak. There was a certain figure in there that he couldn’t make out. As Antonin moved closer he finally made it out. Harry Potter. A smirk enriched itself across his face. ”Well, well, well, what do we have here then?” he spoke with a deep British accent. He noticed the cane. Antonin now had an advantage, knowing that Potter was a little weak. ”Harry Potter, the one who still lives.” he emphasized, chuckling darkly to himself. [/font][/size]
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Post by edward on Jul 20, 2011 19:58:36 GMT -5
For a good two months Edward had shut himself up in his home. He did absolutely nothing. there was no work for him, making him feel bloody useless. He needed something interesting, something exciting. A few weeks ago, while reading one of the many papers he read, he got just what he wanted. There was just a small article, a tiny little, one paragraph article that caught his attention. Most people would probably over look it but, Edward could not. A particular someone was dead, murdered actually. The regular law enforcement of course, had no idea who did the dirty deed. Edward knew right away. He had been waiting for a moment to get back on the trail of Antonin Dolohov.
Antonin had started this wizard mafia group, calling himself "the godfather" and all of that. It made Edward laugh when he heard it. Oh wizards, copying a muggle organization that still exists to this day. As of late, Edward had more or less been shadowing Dolohov, following him around really, in various disguses of course. Stalking is probably a better use of the word. Often times, Edward would completely change is disguise to throw off Dolohov. As of late, he had grown to be a hard man to follow, which caused Edward to lose his trail for some time. Two months time. Now, it just hit him, a light bulb went off by one tiny little paragraph, that essentially really had absolutely nothing to do with Dolohov specifically but, by the details Edward realized that it was one of Dolohov's....what ever they called themselves these days.
Edward was well aware that Dolohov was also a Death Eater, which would eventually place him in the Ministry since they were running that joint these days. Unfortunately, he could not just walk in there anymore. No, he had to disguise himself as another. Magic helped with this. Polyjuice potion was so...last generation. Through much trial and error, Edward came up with a potion mixture that worked much better than polyjuice, and he blended that with a bit of transfiguration and he could essentially forge himself into being a completely different person. This was one of the only advantages he saw to magic. All other usese seemed...useless.
So, on this day, Edward woke with a start, and prepared himself to go to the Ministry. He disgusted himself as a particularly unattractive man, with a long, wide nose, a beard, and wore dark clothes, and a long black robe. He even put on an eye patch, for the fun of it. It really was a good thing Edward hadn't really a decisive side. He fought for himself, really....or who ever paid him to do a job. No one paid him to trail Dolohov, nope, Edward was doing that all on his own. Maybe one day, someone would pay him something.
WIthout any difficulty, Edward, going by the last name of Worthington (just a random name he happen to see on a buzzer button on his way) he got into the Ministry. He blended in quite well and he took note of the dramatic change the inside had under gone. He had no office in particular he believed Dolohov to be, so instead he simply wandered. Edward was wandering (sneaking quietly) around the second level when someone came in. He hid under a desk because honestly, there is no where else to go. He was essentially, in room in which, he probably shouldn't be. Important files were held in this room.
Edward peaked out, to see it was only Harry Potter in the room. He frowned slightly. That was a daring move for him to show up here. Potter seemed to be looking for something. The moment Edward was going to crawl out of his hiding space, the door creaked open, causing him to change him mind. He smirked to himself hearing the footsteps enter the room. Oh, he could identify those particular footsteps a mile away. Antonin Dolohov. Well, this day was certainly payin off.
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Post by valval89 on Jul 23, 2011 8:50:42 GMT -5
{I WILL DRY YOUR EYES} I WILL FIGHT YOUR FIGHTNo one should have been coming to his office. He did not expect anyone at all really. So when he heard Dolohov's voice behind him he quickly shoved the files and books he was looking at into the drawer and locked it. He stood up and tried his best not to limp, though there was a slight limp. He hoped that Dolohov did not see it. He also left his cane near his desk. His leg was bothering him. Not using his cane and trying his best not to limp was making it hurt more. He did not want Dolohov thinking he was an easy target. His hands were in his pocket his right hand wrapped tightly around his wand. What are you doing in my office Dolohov he asked. He kept his hand on his wand watching Dolohov. He glared at Dolohov as he kept walking toward him. Is there anything you want, or something that I can help you with [/color] he asked wanting him out of his office. Harry needed to get all the files and books to his house where he knew they would be safe. He needed to hurry and figure out how to get rid of the horcrux inside Kelsey without killing her. He could not put James through that pain, through that loss again. He could not take away Henry and Mandee-lynns mother. Harry knew how it felt growing up without a mother. He had to do something for them, for all of them. Soon he was in front of Dolohov. He looked to the door then back to Dolohov. Harry hated having Bellatrix or any death eaters in the ministry. He hated that Hermione was gone. The pain that Ron was in for her being gone. That Rose and Hugo did not have their mother around at the moment. She was a good mistress of magic and a good friend. Bellatrix had hurt Hermione in the past he was not going to let her hurt Hermione again. Still glaring at Dolohov he gripped his wand tighter. I really think you should leave my office right now[/color] he said through clenched teeth.[/color][/size] {I WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT} AND I WON'T LET GO[/center] WordCount;; 358 Notes;; yay post Outfit;; OMG! IT'S CLICKABLE credit;; made by valval...lyrics are Wont let go by rascal flatts...steal and die by sethos hands
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Post by ruissexy on Jul 25, 2011 10:44:25 GMT -5
”What am I doing here?” Antonin repeated and laughed rather hoarsely. Harry Potter really was a true fool to question such a matter. He silently advanced by taking another small step forward, wanting to intimidate the Potter before causing any harm. ”Perhaps I’m here for numerous reasons, Potter, and some of those reasons must remain unknown to you,” He smirked at his choice of words. ”Now, initially, I came here for a few files. Some of these files belong to a couple of, what do you call them, friends is it? Yes, friends - the muggle-borns, but in my case, mud-bloods.” he chuckled darkly.
Is there anything you want, or something that I can help you with? Of course, Antonin thought. ”Well here’s the thing, Potter. Let’s make a little deal, you and I. You find me the specific files I want and give them to me and I ensure you that no harm will be placed upon you or your family. If not, well then, I believe the Potter family will certainly become extinct in a couple of hours.” he threatened with an unemotional tone. And suddenly, Potter had asked him to leave and this made Antonin grin, but it quickly vanished. His face grew completely inexpressive. ”I don’t think so.” He responded. ”Not until I get what I came for.”
At the corner of his emerald eye, he saw something move from behind the desk. He quirked a brow. He immediately took out his hand and pointed it toward the desk, ”Repulso,” he casted the spell and the desk shoved against the wall, causing a few cracks to form. The face was familiar, very familiar indeed. He had seen this man before and perhaps heard of him too. Was it Edmund? No. Edgard? No... The name was at the back of Antonin’s tongue and he just couldn’t grasp it. But then it hit him – he had seen his face somewhere in the papers. Edward James Watson - some sort of secluded detective. Thoughts began jumping around Antonin’s mind. What was he doing here? Was he following him or something and trying to scrutinize Antonin’s criminality? He grimaced as his thoughts progressed.
”Edward James Watson, is it?” he questioned. ”What is it you want? He sneered. ”I’ve seen you around, and far too often. I believe you’ve been trying to snitch around my business to get information. I know how you detectives bloody work.” [/font][/size]
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Post by edward on Aug 3, 2011 16:59:07 GMT -5
Edward remained crouched under the desk, listening to the exchange between Antonin and Harry. By looked at the shadows of their feet, he estimated where they were standing in the room. He thought it sort of comical that Harry Potter thought he could walk into a Deat Eater infested Minitry, and to what used to be his office as if it were any ordinary day. Edward, however, wasn't here to pick sides. He was simply filling his own curiousities. Call him selfish but, he thought this whole war thing was ridiculous but, he had to admit it was sometimes unavoidable.
His head perked up, nearly hitting the top of the desk when Antonin asked Harry for some specific files. Oh, Antonin! You never cease to give me more things to follow you for, he thought to himself excitedly. As of late, the only exciting case Edward had was Dolohov. So, it was only natural for him to put all his time, effort, and energy into simply following Dolohov and going to the same places he goes when he is not there. It might seem like stalking to outsiders but, in order for Ed to actually catch Dolohov in the act, was to learn his daily habits, his associates, and essentially know Antonin so wll that if a time came when Edward had to disguise himself like Tonin, he could pull him off flawlessly. It was all a part of his methods.
Within a moment of being lost in a thought, Edward suddenly found himself exposed. He froze, not standing up at first. "Oh there it went!" he exclaimed, picking up a random sickle that someone must have dropped. "I can't lose my lucky sickle," he said, standing up, brushing dust and dirt off his coat. Oh dear. Antonin had recognized him, that was interesting. Edward looked between Antonin and Harry, giving Harry a small respectful nod. "That is correct Mr. Dolohov. I happened to be walking past this room when I dropped this here sickle, and I had to come find it. As for trying to snitch around your business, I have done no such thing...exactly. I am offended that you would group me with you detectives. I am quite different from the others. I am a consulting detective to begin with. And, I have not left my home for weeks. You can even ask my landlady...I think...unless she thinks I'm dead, which is possible. I was experimenting with my chemistry set again," he explained all rather quickly.
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Post by valval89 on Aug 9, 2011 15:55:16 GMT -5
----------------------------- [/color] -----------------------------[/color] When bullies tried to push your around you don’t back down, because if you did then they would think that they could from then on out. That would be a bad idea especially if the wanna be bully was someone like Antonin Dolohov. Harry kept his ground when Dolohov advanced forward. He moved as well trying not to limp. He shook his head when Dolohov asked for files in his office. Harry didn’t care who was over the ministry at the present point in time this was still his office. You really shouldn’t use that word in my office Dolohov. My office. Now I want you to get out Harry said fist cleanched. Harry glared at the man wanting him as far away as possible. “You try to touch my family…and I will kill you” he said not caring who Dolohov was. Harry didn’t like anyone threatening his family and Harry also didn’t want to give up the papers. He had research on Horcruxes in there. He wanted to help Kelsey. He couldn’t let Dolohov get a hold of them. He would surly give them to Bellatrix.
When Dolohov used the spell ruplso Harry turned to look at where he pointed it at. A man with dark hair appeared. Edward Watson. In his office. He frowned when the man said something about a lucky sickle. He rolled his eyes as Harry had probably dropped that at one point in time since this was his office. He didn’t stop coming into work because of Bellatrix. Edward was a detective. Harry kind of thought of detectives like aurors…sort of. Detectives were another form of aurors. He sighed as they both ranted on. He stayed there in the middle staring at the floor waiting for them to stop talking. Why did everyone pick bloody today to sneak into his office. He really didn’t care if Edward was in here. He didn’t. He did care thought that Dolohov was there. He sighed and looked at Dolohov again. I am only going to say this one more time. Get. Out. Of. My. Office. Now. Harry said with both his fist clenched his right wrapped around his wand.
Harry would be ready if Dolohov wanted a fight. He didn’t have a problem with fighting a death eater in the ministry. He didn’t care that Bellatrix had control of the Ministry. That meant nothing to him. Bellatrix and her band of death eaters couldn’t be worse than Voldermort and Harry survived him. He survived being a Horcrux and dying for the people he cared about. Though someone he managed to come back. How? Harry had no bloody clue. Then he survived being married to Ginny Potter. Ginny was scarier than Voldermort a lot of times. Though he still loved her. Thinking about her and his children he stared Dolohov down. Now get out before I make you get out he said grinning.
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Post by rome on Aug 11, 2011 11:57:44 GMT -5
Away from the office where this commotion was going on down the hall in the filing room a woman who most definitely did not belong stood hunched over one of the cabinets occasionally throwing one into a pile on the floor. All these files on the floor had been stamped muggle born. The woman going through these files was Romona Jewel Cross, an officer of the Moscow Magical Criminal Investigation, but more importantly she was muggle born. She had struck up a converstaion with a witch upon entering the ministry making herself appear to be a regular only to make her way to the lifts.
Now she was going through the files prepared to destroy all information the death eaters had on muggle borns, and to retrieve the file on their leader Bellatrix Lestrange herself. This war had nothing to do with Rome, but she hated criminals with a passion and while she was in the country on assignment she would take down as many of them as she could. Though she had been up late the night before she was still full of energy and motivation. Killing Jack Blacknight had been her top priority for over a decade, and now that he was dead she could not resist getting more involved in this war.
Jack had aided the deatheaters with money, and support from his paper the daily prophet. Now that he was gone they would soon lose all that support, but they would lose alot more than that in this day at her hand. She came to the end of the files and was obviously aggrivated. She had been unable to find a file on Bellatrix surely it was somewhere else. With a sigh she turned and walked to the door. She pointed her wand at the large pile of folders. "Incendio." With a flash all the files went up in flame and a choking black smoke poured out into the hallway.
What Romona had not anticipated was an alarming going off which it had. A disembodied voice now yelled, "Intruder on second level." over and over again. This of course meant she would not beable to get out without a fight so she had her wand out and at the ready when she ran into the three men down the hall. The only one she recognised was Harry Potter and that was only because everyone knew him. She knew little about the other two and this is why her wand was going back and forth between them. "If you are friend to the innocent you will let me pass if not you will fall here."
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