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Post by izzy on May 10, 2011 23:42:47 GMT
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Post by peter on May 11, 2011 22:40:04 GMT
  Thomas laid on the bed of the shrieking shack and felt himself slowly start to drift off. The dreams were always the same. Thomas felt his body clench, felt his hand grow tighter around his wand. He gazed at his mother with sorrow and pain and then turned to look at his father. "Father, don't." He was weak. He knew his father had utter control over him. His dad just laughed and made him point his wand at his loving mom. "NO! FATHER NO!" Thomas screamed and yelled in anger. He felt his lips utter the two deadliest words in the wizarding world and as the words escaped his lips, all he saw was a flash of green light. Thomas woke up and pushed his wand, tightly against his chest.
He breathed in slowly and wiped away the sweat that was on his forehead. "Fuck..." He muttered slowly. Any time Thomas fell asleep, he always had that exact dream. A reoccurring dream was terrible, especially if it was of something that haunted you. He finally sat up and held his head in his hands. He had to force himself not to cry. He sighed softly and finally mustered up some strength and went for the window. It was beautiful outside. Everything was colorful and looked sweet. He gazed at the bedroom door and went for it. He suddenly heard a sound from downstairs and breathed in slowly. Someone was here. He held his wand in his right hand and opened the door quietly. Everything around him was loud, so it was hard for him to hear what was really going on down stairs.
He moved towards the stairs and saw long brown hair, sitting on a couch. It was a girl. She looked like she could maybe be a seventh year, he gazed at her book and saw it was for seventh years. He smirked and remembered the good ol days. The days where he ruled the school and everyone wanted to be like him. He took his gaze off her for a second and saw that the front door was opening. Three large men, wearing nothing but black walked in and saw the young girl. Thomas knew they were searching for him, yet she was in the line of danger. He had to make a choice. Run. Or save her. He closed his eyes and knew that he couldn't leave that girl there alone.
Thomas held his wand and heard the man say something to the girl. She looked frightened, but she held her ground with her wand. He heard one of the other men say Lestrange. Lestrange? Was she a Lestrange? Thomas knew they were distracted. He moved closely downstairs and held his wand at one of the men. "EXPELLIARMUS!" The light hit the mans wand and sent it flying. The two men turned and gazed at Thomas, not in happiness. In fear. "AVADA KADAVRA!" The green light flashed and hit the two men. They lied dead on the floor. The other man tried to run, but Tom closed the door with the flick of his wand before he could run off.
"Please! Thomas! Spare my life..." The man begged for his life. Thomas looked at the girl, but said nothing. He turned his gaze to the man and pointed his wand at him. "I should kill you right now." The man started to cry. "I want you to send a message to Bellatrix. If I see her, I will kill her." He said it in a smooth tone and smirked at the man. "Now, run." He opened the door for the man and he ran off. He slipped his wand into his jacket and breathed in deeply. He turned around to the girl watched her. "Are you hurt?" He said with a sincere tone.
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Post by izzy on May 11, 2011 23:24:41 GMT
  It probably should have been stated that morning that the day would be a fairly bad one for the little blonde gryffindor. There should have been a note or something to tell her she'd got off the wrong side of the bed that morning and the day would be more eventful than she had expected. Usually on the days she skipped school they became boring and long - but worthwhile too. Perhaps a chance to catch up on the essay she had been avoiding or simply a chance to just stay in her room and be what was called 'lazy'. But today - despite her gut feeling not to, she'd tried to make this day become a little more worth while. A little more scenic, and what was to come would no doubt not really be what she had really wanted within her routine of the day. But it happened anyway and there was probably not all that much the young girl could do to stop drama interfering with the happy days of her life. After all she was a Lestrange, and that usually meant magnet for trouble.
It was probably pure luck that Isabellas wand was sat in the pocket of her school robe mere inches from her hand. Automatically she was on high alert as the door of the shack was opened. Living in the Lestrange household sort of gifted you with that. There were always new comers - fights kicking off, and living with a bunch of death eaters with no sense of moral or pity pretty much meant illegal spells were used when they needed. Naturally however, the only time Izzys nerves where on high alert was when she'd landed 'alone' time with Bellatrix. It was hard to believe she was ultimately related to the bonkers woman. Surely having children to raise would have finally pushed her over the edge - well no not really, it was simply the fact her beloved dark lord was dead beyond return that had done that favour for everyone (well it wasn't really a favour, it was probably the worst move in a lifetime) and of course the cause for the womans pain had been repaid via death. Meaning the Potters were virtually no more.
Isabella was already up to her feet as figures entered the shack, wand ultimately out she stood almost statue like as the scene unfolded before her. If she'd been quick she would have noticed the man stood up the stairs, but her complete attention was on the new comers within the shack. Well that and attempting to keep her shock under control. It felt like her heart was about to pounce out of her chest, was it friend or foe? Her grip tightened on her wand as she spotted the hooded figures - somewhat as she recognised as fellow death eaters fairly newly trained up she was sure with their own wands out. She knew they wouldn't attack - she was a known 'friend'. And with Bellatrix as a boss, she doubted they'd head back to admit they'd accidentally killed off a lestrange.
Lestrange? The only words one of them had really had chance to speak and it was in almost complete confusion. She almost groaned. Perhaps it was 'mother dearest' actually finally checking up on things. But it didn't seem that way. She followed the gaze up the stairs to see the well known fugitive Thomas Leonidas, she merely knew of him but only through news papers. Well that fact he was a murderer, and bellatrix had set her task of digging out information about him from 'petty gossip' at school. It happened rather quick. A spell here, and the most lethal curse there - two of the death eaters dropping to the floor still and another practically pleading for his life. The door slammed shut. Izabella didnt know what to do. What had once felt like her heart attempting to force its way out her body had now become a faint heart attack. She couldn't breath for she felt if she moved one inch she'd suffer the same faint.
The man begged for his life, it was almost sickening to here but Izzy had become used to it. there were plenty of pleas she'd heard whilst evesdropping with her brothers to know the script far too well. Hence why she'd swore that if she ever ended up the same fate she'd stand her ground and not plea for a life that if it was going to be taken it would go whether she wanted it to happen or not. Through a blur the door was opened as threats were made. Her gaze fell on the two men that lay dead on the floor. "Are you hurt?" it was only just enough to partially break the trance she felt like she'd fell into. As if this were a show and she was in the audience. The spotlight was soon turned on her and her already raised wand was aimed almost perfectly at Thomas. No she wasn't brilliant with a wand, but she was a fighter when pushed to actually fight for herself. After all she'd grown up with a nutty mother and a bunch of lads. It was almost natural instinct to stand her ground and fight. She swallowed her fear though no doubt it still plastered accross her face. "a...i..." she stuttered before regaining her composture. "what are you doing here." she demanded - fear almost disappearing from her voice. "and who the fuck do you think you are making threats and killing people." she refered to the dead bodies quite the sickening sight that made her feel quite queezy.
NOTES: SORRY ITS CRAP! TAGS: TOM! WORDS: 967
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Post by peter on May 13, 2011 17:58:21 GMT
Thomas held his gaze on the two dead death eaters. He watched there lifeless faces. The image made him remember the night his father turned on him and made him kill his mother. That night made him cringe everyday. That night made him want to kill thousands of people for what they had done to him. Thomas was a rogue. He didn't even have a plan. He was trying to survive. All he wanted was to live. Thomas finally lost his gaze of the dead and found him looking at the young girl.
She was utterly scared. Who wouldn't be? Tom was infamous for killing hundreds of people who got in his path. His father had been a very powerful death eater and his mother was an esteemed auror. Thomas was born of power and greatness. Now, he was just a fugitive that was needed to be found and detained. Or worse, killed. Thomas put his wand in his jacket and pulled out a cigarette. He set the cancer stick in between his lips and suddenly the cigarette was lit. He breathed in the smoke and let it out slowly. "Actually, I should ask why you are here." He said with a small smile.
This girl was different. She seemed very familiar though. He remembered how one of the death eaters said Lestrange. He breathed in the smoke again. His brain triggered and now he knew. He finished the cigarette quickly and realized why they had said that name. This girl was the last Lestrange. He saw her hold her wand up to him and he laughed. This girl was maybe a 7th year, probably a 6th year. This girl didn't stand a chance compared to what Thomas knew and could do. She was the enemy. Nothing but garbage to Thomas, but something was different.
"You realize I could kill you with great, great ease." He threw the cigarette and took off his jacket. He threw the jacket on the couch and walked right past the girl, not even caring that she was pointing the wand at him. He came back a few moments later with two glasses of butterbeer and sent one down on the table next to the girl. He had no intentions of killing her, but if she was going to threaten him, she was making a dumb choice. She needed to realize that if he wanted her dead, then he would have done it. He leaned on the wall of the shrieking shack and drank his butterbeer.
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Post by izzy on May 14, 2011 10:32:51 GMT
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