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Post by Antonin Dolohov on Jul 6, 2010 2:26:25 GMT -5
Dolohov's fury flew up in him as the boy tripped over him, but when he looked down into those dark brown eyes, a familiarity took hold in him. He knew those eyes. A slow, dangerous smirk appeared on his face, and then a blonde tried to edge his way in between him and the dark boy. Dolohov fought the urge to laugh. They were no more than children!
"Who is that?" the blonde whispered, as if Dolohov wouldn't be able to hear!
The Death Eater laughed; his laughter was cruel, inhuman. He laughed even harder when he saw the darker haired boy shudder a bit at the laughter. "Me? I am Antonin Dolohov. But lookit there! A peasant, pretending to be of a higher caliber. I'm surprised you made it in Slytherin, boy. Hogwarts really has gone to the dogs, hasn't it? To think, someone like you in Slytherin House! It's almost laughable."
All fear went out of the dark eyes, anger and steel replacing it, and Dolohov was reminded of what had drawn him to this boy so long ago when he'd seen him in Alamut. "You're a long way from home , aren't you? I bet your master is missing you dearly. And look here! You have a loyal protection dog. How cute!"
Dolohov laughed again. "I wonder if he's any good?"
With that, he raised his wand, and leveled it at Astin, the beginnings of a spell forming on his cruel lips. It wouldn't kill the boy, oh no. He didn't like to kill his prey too quickly.
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Post by Elena Davis on Jul 6, 2010 2:41:57 GMT -5
Elena followed Viola and shrugged. She looked down at her girlfriend's arm and frowned. It was turning blue and purple, not to mention Viola was bleeding profusely and becoming paler by the second. Elie bit her lip, trying to figure out what to do next. Outside the store, she saw some Hogwarts boys. They were with another man, no doubt another Death Eater, but that could have well been their chance. "We need to get out of here, that's what needs to happen."
She looked around, trying to assess their escape. She found an opening over by where the Pleather man was, but he was taking two Death Eaters at once... She frowned. She didn't know how she was going to help him, she just knew she had to. She glanced at Viola and nodded once. "OK, here's the plan! I'm gonna go first and be a decoy for one one of the Death Eaters! You run behind me and get to the other side, blast a hole in the left wall and run to Hogwarts. I'll meet you there, OK? Go!" She practically shoved Viola out of the alcove, standing up herself and firing off some more spells. As she fired, she moved sideways, trying to shield her girlfriend. God help her, if she had to die so Viola would live, she would.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 6, 2010 2:56:55 GMT -5
((OOC: I have permission to use Astin a bit here. And also, Dolohov is mine anyways, so I can use him too. )) Dastan listened, feeling sick, as Dolohov spoke, throwing painfully kept secrets out in the open. Luckily, the man didn't tell Astin everything. There were so many things he'd tried to forget about, to keep from them affecting his new life. And he'd worked especially hard to keep a lot of these things from Astin. He didn't want Astin to look at him like anyone else who knew his past, with pity and horror.
It sickened him. And then Dolohov threatened Astin. Horror unlike anything Dastan had felt before rose up to meet the threat and he felt the desire to protect Astin at all costs. The spell was forming on the man's lips. If Dastan thought quickly maybe...
Stumbling all the way to his feet, Dastan got his wand ready. He didn't know what he was going to do but he had to do something, and fast. He'd usually just jump in front, but he couldn't move fast enough for that at the moment. Fear was rooting him to the spot. Fear for Astin.
Think, Latin..."Defensor!" he yelled, picturing the dark spell that he'd seen in his vision. He'd managed to create that spider spell, hadn't he? How could this be much different? But apparently, it was.
Only a little black mist managed to leak out of his wand and get in the way of the sharp jet of light that was flying towards Astin from Dolohov's wand. Everything seemed to slow down, and sound faded.
And then the spell hit his friend, sending him flying back and against the wall of the boutique. Astin seemed to curl in on himself when he hit the ground again, clutching at his ribcage and moaning. Dastan ran to him, falling to his knees next to Astin. He couldn't tell how badly the blonde was hurt, but it didn't seem to be particularly minor, even if Astin was still conscious. "Astin!" he shouted, gripping the other boy's shoulder.
Dolohov laughed behind him. Furious now, Dastan turned to face him. "What did you do?" he said, his voice low. He knew he was no match for this dark wizard. But he'd hurt Astin, and nobody did that. Dolohov deserved to die."What's the matter, slave? Concerned for your friend? I wouldn't worry too much; your little mist stuff helped a little bit. If it'd hit all the way, your friend there would be choking on blood from having his ribcage collapsed," Dolohov explained. "I wonder what your silly squib master would think about this. If I didn't know better," Dolohov's eyes narrowed, "I'd think you were romantically involved with him. Wouldn't Nezam be jealous? After all, he rather enjoyed having his way with you...I shudder to think what he would do about this whole thing." Dolohov's face stretched into a maniacal grin and he raised his wand again. Dastan, coldly furious, stood, his hands shaking. He'd be damned if he'd sit there and take this shit. He was going to fight back.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 6, 2010 3:23:42 GMT -5
Even when Dolohov raised his wand, it never occurred to Astin to back down. The only thing running through his mind was that he couldn't let Dastan get hurt; he couldn't let Dastan down. He almost shouted a protest when Das got up, but between the two casting spells, he was cut off.
Dastan tried the spell. At least, Astin figured it was the one he was meant to master. From then, it was all slow motion. A dark mist sort of... oozed, or something, out of Dastan's wand, and then a light hit Astin square in the chest and knocked him against the wall of the shop. He couldn't breathe. He fell to his knees and clutched at his chest but it hurt so much to breathe. But... Dastan was still standing there, in front of Dolohov, all but defenseless. He couldn't let that happen.
Finally, he was able to wheeze a little through the pain. It was a broken noise, but he'd live. He had to.
"What's the matter, slave? Concerned for your friend? I wouldn't worry too much; your little mist stuff helped a little bit. If it'd hit all the way, your friend there would be choking on blood from having his ribcage collapsed. I wonder what your silly squib master would think about this. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were romantically involved with him. Wouldn't Nezam be jealous? After all, he rather enjoyed having his way with you...I shudder to think what he would do about this whole thing."
Slave? Dastan was a slave? And... what was that about some man named Nezam having his way with Das? That was impossible. Dastan was, well, he was Dastan, and things like that simply couldn't happen. But judging from the look on his face, they had. Heartache augmented the pain inside Astin's suppressed ribcage. Why hadn't Das told him? Weren't they close enough?
Wait. Astin could yell and argue about that later, once they were safe. For the time being, he had two things to do: one, not die, and two, not let Das get hurt. Number two was the greater priority, however. He'd blame himself forever if anything happened.
Astin pushed himself to his feet and tried in vain to ignore the pain that blossomed throughout his chest at the action. It was nothing, he told himself. It didn't seem to be life-threatening, at least for now. What was life-threatening was the wand pointed at Dastan.
Astin stumbled over to where the two stood, ready for action, and pushed Das out of the way. He placed himself between them without hesitation and readied his wand. He saw no point in being careful now; it was better if only one of them was hurt. Seeing as Astin was already that person, he wasn't going to let Dastan share in the anguish.
"Nothing," he croaked angrily, "Gives you the right to talk to him like that, you filthy scumbag." Even though it was hard to be intimidating and not intimidated, Astin stood his ground. If he was going down, it was going to be courageously. He wasn't going to run with his tail between his legs.
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Post by Robin Pierce on Jul 6, 2010 3:44:25 GMT -5
Fantasia ran over to where the two students were hiding. One ran off in Christian's direction, while the other crawled out slowly. Fantasia lowered herself beside her, and traded wands wordlessly with her. She pointed her wand at the wound in the girl's shoulder, and watched carefully as the swelling went down, and the bleeding slowed.
She got up swiftly and shoved the brunette student toward her companion. "You two need to get out, go!" She took up arms beside Gage, and started duelling with the male, Bulstrode. He was tough. He fought in style that Fantasia wasn't used to. "Gage, go help those students!" She dodged a Killing Curse and retaliated with a stunner that was blocked.
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Post by Antonin Dolohov on Jul 6, 2010 3:47:15 GMT -5
"Ohh, the kitten has claws!" Dolohov scoffed, his eyes bright with insanity. These kids had spunk, he had to give them that. When he'd looked into the dark boy's eyes moments before, he'd almost felt the physical sensation of a killing intent. The boy was serious.
And then the blonde, the Hufflepuff, shocked him by not only standing, but actually speaking, and threatening him, no doubt! It seemed that perhaps Dumbledore was raising strong little buggers this generation. He was almost proud. But still. He wasn't about to let it get around that he'd found these kids spunky, nor could he let them live without leaving his mark on them.
"Nothing gives me the right to say those things, does it? Why, but I'm only speaking the truth. Lord Nezam even put on a show for me once with this one. You should have seen it, the way your friend there wept and pleaded as Nezam raped him. It was pathetic really. He was so small then! You should have seen the way he writhed and clawed at Nezam, all to no avail. I bet it's hard for you to imagine him weak and defenseless, but oh was he ever! But even when he was crying he had fire in his eyes.It's the fire that made me want him myself. Shame, I was denied such pleasure. But I should very much delight in seeing that fire dim and go out! But first...I want to see the fire flare up as he sees you, his dear friend, cut down before him. It'll be quite a treat!"
Dolohov never liked not getting what he wanted. And for him, the dark boy had been a treat that had been snatched from him. And if he couldn't have his treat, then he wanted to destroy it. Destroy everything about it. And oh, would he enjoy it!
Preparing his own special curse for the blonde, Dolohov decided that playtime was over. It was time to get serious and to carry through on his threats
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 6, 2010 3:59:59 GMT -5
"Nothing gives me the right to say those things, does it? Why, but I'm only speaking the truth. Lord Nezam even put on a show for me once with this one. You should have seen it, the way your friend there wept and pleaded as Nezam raped him. It was pathetic really. He was so small then! You should have seen the way he writhed and clawed at Nezam, all to no avail. I bet it's hard for you to imagine him weak and defenseless, but oh was he ever! But even when he was crying he had fire in his eyes.It's the fire that made me want him myself. Shame, I was denied such pleasure. But I should very much delight in seeing that fire dim and go out! But first...I want to see the fire flare up as he sees you, his dear friend, cut down before him. It'll be quite a treat!"
Every word was like a knife through Dastan's heart, each syllable a twist of those knives. Tears of humiliation stung his eyes as the memories resurfaced, but now was not the time nor place for tears. He had to save Astin's stupid ass. What had possessed the boy to try and stand up to Dolohov in his condition?
As Dolohov raised his wand, Dastan moved, his agility finally returning as he tackled Astin to the ground. He felt horrible, knowing that the other boy was in enough pain already, but there wasn't much choice. It was either cause Astin pain, or watch Astin die. And Dastan couldn't do the latter.
A flash of purple went over his head and hit the boutique, shattering the sign. Dastan breathed, his body still positioned over Astin's. "Are you alright?" he asked, not daring to look his friend in the face or mention any of the stuff that Dolohov had said. Now wasn't the time for that either. He just wanted to know that he hadn't caused irreparable damage to the other boy.
Not to mention, the two didn't have much time before Dolohov fired off another curse. Even now the man was laughing at them, goading them. It was pure torture.
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Post by Viola Stratford on Jul 6, 2010 4:03:04 GMT -5
Viola was only too happy to exchange wands with the shop owner, Fantasia. Her wand felt flimsy and weak compared to her own. She hadn't understood a word of what Elena had told her, she was too busy being dizzy from her wound, but Fantasia fixed that for her. There was no way she was going to let Elena be bait. She grabbed her arm, and pulled her toward the ruined door, and out into the cool night.
Initially she thought the street was empty, but then she saw two students, and a man in the same robes as the Death Eaters. She recognized one student, Dastan, who was in Slytherin as well. The Death Eater looked dead set on cursing them, so when Dastan pulled the other down, giving her a wide opening, she released her spell, "Expelliarmus!" at the man, shortly after he released his own purple spell, and started laughing arrogantly. She hated arrogance.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 6, 2010 4:17:59 GMT -5
"Nothing gives me the right to say those things, does it? Why, but I'm only speaking the truth. Lord Nezam even put on a show for me once with this one. You should have seen it, the way your friend there wept and pleaded as Nezam raped him. It was pathetic really. He was so small then! You should have seen the way he writhed and clawed at Nezam, all to no avail. I bet it's hard for you to imagine him weak and defenseless, but oh was he ever! But even when he was crying he had fire in his eyes.It's the fire that made me want him myself. Shame, I was denied such pleasure. But I should very much delight in seeing that fire dim and go out! But first...I want to see the fire flare up as he sees you, his dear friend, cut down before him. It'll be quite a treat!"
Astin felt anger unlike he'd ever felt before. He was going to rip out that bastard's eyes and shove them down his throat. He was going to make him feel pain a thousand times worse than he'd ever imagined, a thousand times more than anything Dastan had been put through. And Astin was going to enjoy every minute of watching Dolohov suffer.
Astin grunted in pain as he was tackled suddenly to the ground. Although his ribs didn't directly connect with much, the force did compress them quite unpleasantly. Dastan still hovered over him. Though they weren't touching, Astin felt like a little space would help him to breathe better, so he shoved at Dastan. Any progress he'd made toward breathing had been lost when he'd been forcefully thrown to the ground.
"I'm fine; get off," he replied between gasps for air. He didn't wait for Dastan to comply; he simply shoved more roughly and worked to his feet as a girl he recognized as a first-year cast Expelliarmus.
Finally that stupid twat Dolohov gave at least a slight opening. Astin readied his wand to cast something-- anything painful-- and then unimaginable pain swept over him before he could. Unable to breathe once more, he crumpled to the ground helplessly, clutching at his ribs with one hand and keeping himself kneeling with the other. He was going to fail. He was going to let Dastan get hurt.
The world began to fade to black. As Astin lost what was left of his strength, he rolled over onto his back to keep from falling onto his battered ribs. Then everything was nothing and only one thing remained.
Guilt.
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jul 6, 2010 4:28:17 GMT -5
"Gage, go help those students!"
Gage couldn't be happier to comply. She'd been watching out of the corner of her eye as the students fought Dolohov, all the while wanting to go out and help them. They were strong, surviving as long as they had, but there wasn't many who could survive Dolohov's curse, and it looked like the bastard had finally decided to use it.
As Fantasia took her place duelling Bulstrode, Gage jumped over a few toppled mannequins and tore out of the door to the shop, watching as the blonde girl shot Expelliarmus and the dark haired boy bore the light haired one to the ground for safety.
A little scuffle seemed to break out from the direction of the boys and the blonde collapsed. Worry blossomed in Gage's chest, but first thing's first: She had to get rid of Dolohov. A task she would take much pleasure in doing.
"Hello, Dolohov," she called, gripping her wand tightly in her hand. She nodded at Viola, who was holding the other's wand in her hand from the Disarming Hex she'd performed, and letting her know that she could go now.
"Picking on children now, are we? My, you've sunk low. But I am your opponent now." A smirk took residence on her face. Ever since finding out about Dolohov, she'd longed to take him on. And now, she was finally getting her wish.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Jul 6, 2010 4:41:39 GMT -5
Astin's shove surprised Dastan, but he wasn't about to just let the boy throw himself back into harm's way.
"I'm fine; get off," Astin said, again shoving him roughly off of him. Dastan sat back on his knees as Astin tried to move past him and cast a spell at Dolohov. It seemed that the Death Eater's words had done their job; Astin probably thought Dastan was tainted now for sure. He was probably disgusted, and that's why he kept on shoving him aside. He couldn't blame him. He was disgusted, too, disgusted that he'd ever let that fat bastard touch him. And then, time seemed to stand still as Astin faltered and fell to a kneeling position, clutching his ribs with the other hand before falling to the ground unconscious.
"Astin!" Dastan's heart jumped into his throat as the blonde collapsed, leaping to his feet and moving over to his side once more. "Open your eyes, loser! Now's not the time for a power nap..." Dastan tried desperately, tears stinging his eyes again. This wasn't supposed to happen. Astin wasn't supposed to get hurt. Even if Astin found him disgusting now, Dastan hated that he was hurt. Hated that he was hurt and it was his fault. He'd rushed them headlong into danger. If he'd only stayed out of it, none of this would be happening now.
Astin wouldn't be hurt.
Merlin, why was it that when he needed power the most, it failed him? He'd always fancied himself advanced, above the students, but that wasn't true. He was the real loser here; Not Astin. When faced with real danger, he'd gotten out unscathed himself, but he'd lost a friend. Astin wouldn't be able to look at him the same now that he knew.
But maybe it was better this way. He'd thought it a million times. Dastan vowed to himself that if Astin was okay, he'd leave him alone. He'd release him from the promise he'd made. He would sever his connection with the boy. Maybe then Astin would be safe and untouched by the taint that clung to him.
Unable to do anything else while the woman dualled, Dastan decided that he'd get this ridiculous affection for Astin out of his system while the other boy was unconscious. Crawling over to where the blonde lay, Dastan pulled his head into his lap and stroked his hair back from his forehead. "I'm sorry," he muttered, closing his eyes and putting a stopper on the tears. He'd never cry again; he was done with emotion and attachment. This is what those things brought. He'd been right all along.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Jul 6, 2010 5:08:36 GMT -5
Barely conscious, Astin managed half a gasp when fingers touched his forehead. Opening his eyes was a battle in itself; he felt like he was trying to lift two ton weights with just his eyelids. However, after a struggle, he opened them enough to see Dastan above him, teary-eyed.
"I'm sorry."
Astin lifted a heavy hand and clutched at Dastan's robes. "Don't," he choked out. He had so much more to say but he couldn't. He wanted to hold Das and tell him everything would be okay and no one was going to lay another finger on him, but he couldn't. He couldn't keep playing hero in the condition he was in. It wasn't going to work and no one would fall for his act. He had failed. At least Dastan was okay, right?
"Are you hurt?" Astin asked between gasps for breath and coughs that racked his whole body. The heavy hand rose to wipe at Dastan's teary eyes shakily. He'd never forgive himself if that bastard hurt Dastan. He already felt guilty for not being able to save him and protect him.
"I'm--" The confession was interrupted by another coughing fit, this one more painful and violent than the last. The hand that had been on Dastan's face fell to cover Astin's mouth as he coughed and coughed; when finally he calmed down, he found his hand stained with blood. His brain couldn't keep running at the same rate without a steady flow of oxygen and began to shut down again. Forgetting whatever he was going to say earlier, Astin simply clung to his friend and whispered two hoarse words before he was out again.
"Don't leave."
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Post by Antonin Dolohov on Jul 6, 2010 5:25:59 GMT -5
Dolohov was stunned. A little girl had just disarmed him. Humiliation and fury swept through him and he prepared to hit the little bitch with a wandless spell that would send the girl straight to a horrid and painful grave.
Unfortunately, his fun was interrupted as a woman he recognized stepped out of the store wearing a ripped gown and an expression full of disdain and hatred.
"Hello, Dolohov," she said, "Picking on children now, are we? My, you've sunk low. But I am your opponent now."
As she got her wand ready, Dolohov stepped back. He wouldn't be a very strong opponent without a wand. True, he had some wandless spells that would kill the witch in front of him, but she would be able to hit him with one of her spells before he'd gathered enough force to use it. "If it isn't Auror Carmichael."
"Healer now, actually. But I'm more than capable of killing you, Mr. Dolohov."
Dolohov laughed. "No doubt, precious. I look forward to the day when I get to be your opponent. I'd love to gouge those beautiful little golden eyes of yours out of your face as you scream and struggle against me. However," here, he glanced past her to the inside of the shop. Parkinson and Bulstrode were slowly losing ground, and Flint was long dead, his body hanging in the drapes grotesquely, "today is not that day. Regretfully we must retreat."
In the shop, Hawthorn Parkinson caught his eye and nodded before vanishing into nothing, Bulstrode not far behind. "Until then."
He bowed and before Gage could let off a spell, he vanished as well.
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Post by Gage Carmichael on Jul 6, 2010 5:44:00 GMT -5
((OOC: Of course, I have permission to use Dastan here. Dur.))
Gage cursed profusely and then calmed herself. She wasn't an Auror anymore. Her responsibility was to protect civilians and to save them, and she would do that, starting with the boy that had collapsed earlier.
The other boy, the dark haired one, was holding the other's head in his lap while the blonde clutched at his robes, blood staining one of the pale hands and his lips. Gage felt her heart constrict as it always did when faced with human suffering.
"Move aside," she said to the dark haired one, kneeling beside the blonde. Her hand began to glow and she hovered it over the boy's chest, getting a reading on his status. "Multiple broken ribs and a punctured lung. I know this curse. But how did he survive?" Gage narrowed her eyes at the dark haired boy who stared at her forlornly through haunted eyes.
Rolling her own eyes after realizing that the boy wasn't going to speak, Gage muttered a few unflattering comments about daft children mixing themselves up in business that didn't concern them and went about some preliminary healing.
There wasn't a whole lot she could do for him here except a basic mending of a few of the ribs and begin the process of closing out the puncture wound. She'd take him to the Hospital Wing for the rest, where they would administer a draught that would mend him quicker.
"We can't levitate him. It's too risky. Hand him here," Gage muttered, holding out her arms. She wasn't good at Levicorpus and therefore wasn't going to risk dropping him by using it; her arms were strong enough.
But the boy wouldn't hand him to her. "What are you, daft? Let me carry him."
"Not a chance," the boy muttered and then began the arduous process of getting the boy on his back and standing. "I'm taking him."
Gage sighed. At least the boy understood that he wouldn't be able to levitate him. "Fine. Suit yourself; but if you drop him, it's on you. Wait here. I'll walk you back to Hogwarts. The Death Eaters might still be surrounding the place."
"Whatever," the boy said in a voice that clearly said 'let them try and hurt him.'
Gage had to hand it to him. The boy was very strong-willed and protective. Hard-headed, too.
Running her hand through her hair, Gage began moving to the store to let the others know where she was heading. That done she returned and motioned for them to follow.
"This way, brats," Gage called and began walking down the path. Once she'd safely escorted them back to Hogwarts, she would let Dumbledore know what had happened here. It was troubling, that was for sure.
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