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asgardeventide2013-09-17 09:55 pm
dilectio) wrote in asgardeventide2013-09-17 09:55 pm
SOS ALERT : VIDEO ][ about 3am, sorry for the blinky alarm, city
[ the trouble with ( temporarily ) owning a puppy is that they need to pee. all the time. and Iggy ( Iggy, short for Ignotus Peverell, for the record ) is no exception to this. so it's nearly three in the morning and Lily Potter is stuck crawling out of bed and taking him for a walk. well, bringing him outside long enough just so he can do his business and she can rush inside and back to bed. only... it doesn't quite work out that way. Iggy usually takes his time sniffing every little thing there is outside of the Freya house, trying to decide where the best place is to stop, what deserves his attention, what needs a good barking at, just in case it poses as a threat. but this time after a few long minutes of aimless wandering, he starts to tug a bit on his leash, pulling Lily in a very specific direction, and it's not too long after the puppy lifts his nose to the air that she's doing the same. if there's one way to wake up a sleepy witch, it's the smell of something burning, the sounds of people shouting. her hand moves to her hip, but her wand isn't there, which is still frustrating after all this time. no magic. which means, despite the way that everything inside her is telling her to run, go help, do something, she knows she can't. not yet. her adrenaline spikes, but she forces herself to think, be practical.
she has to get James, first of all. anything she plans on doing will be twice as effective with her husband there with her. so she whistles, calls the pup's attention long enough to coax him back into the house, up to their room, where-
well, it's-
she feels how cold it is in the room first, watches as a figure ( dark hair, white muffs over her ears? or those are her ears.. she can't tell. she can't comprehend much of anything just yet. ) climbs out of the bedroom window. everything in the room is in shambles, as if someone forced their way in through the walls, leaving nothing but splinters behind. but the strangest part, the worst part, is the sight of thick, dangerous vines twisted and knotted up against the far wall. that's when she feels everything start to s l o w. it's that sinking, dark, heavy feeling that comes with being told the worst news imaginable, walking in and finding something you never, ever wanted to see. her hands shake as she moves without thinking, quickly ushering the puppy into the bathroom between her shared rooms with James.
she can't tell what she's looking at, at first.
but it's as if- it's as if the vines are bleeding. that's what she notices, that's what she takes in. the blood. it's everywhere. and after she turns back to look at the rest of the room - that's when she notices the writing on the walls, in deep, red. sloppy, rushed.
the mudblood will be next.
which... doesn't make sense. it doesn't. she- they were supposed to be safe from this. this was their time out, their escape. this is where she and James would- ]
James. James!
[ it's not as if she wasn't aware that he wasn't there with her, it was scratching at the back of her mind since she walked into their bedroom. only fear is a funny thing, it makes a person zero in on the things it probably shouldn't. the vines, the damage, the messages on the walls ( in blood, that's blood, isn't it? ). only now the reality of it all has managed to slam into her like the whiplash of a nasty spell, makes her shout and look around wildly. but the bed is empty, and that damned window is still wide open, and did someone- take him, is that what happened?
no.
her eyes find their way back to that bundle of vines against the wall, and something makes her look harder, move closer. really look.
and that's when she screams.
anyone in the building would hear it - it's the scream of someone being tortured, someone feeling like a clawed hand is reaching into her chest and tearing out her heart. it's the sound of feeling like she's been hit with the cruciatus curse, white hot, impossible pain. it's the scream of someone who, once she really looked, noticed that her husband was tangled up in those vines, bruised and cut open and bleeding and not moving and there's nothing in the world that could stop her from immediately rushing closer, ignoring the sharp tug of the vines' thorns pricking at her skin as she tries to pull him free. her fingers slip over the blood-soaked vines binding him there and she can't-
breathe, she can't breathe. sobs rip through her throat and she can't be damned to stop it or try and calm down. it doesn't matter, she has to help him, she has to save him.
what's worse is that, once she does finally step back, once she clears herself from the vines and places a heavy hand against the nearest surface to stop herself from falling over, his body just disappears. it's vanishes. it's not quickly either, it's a slow fade, like maybe she's just imagining it, but a few hard blinks and she knows what she saw, she just watched her husband's brutalized body vanish, and she has no idea what to do. ]
[ it takes her a while ( too long ) before she thinks to use her bracelet to contact someone. it's. what does she even say? how can she be expected to talk to anyone right now? dread and fury and nine million other negative emotions that all revolve around James Potter was murdered and I wasn't here and I couldn't save him make her feel impossibly useless, like she's not even really there. this can't be real. this can't be happening. she holds down the SOS button and squints against the light of the screen that pops up, ducks her head to hide her face from the view of the camera because this isn't- she's been screaming and crying, she doesn't want to be on camera.
the view behind her is of one of that first bloody message on the wall, and at the bottom edge of the screen the entry-point of some of those vines can be seen, but she doesn't think much of it. she doesn't care.
there are a few seconds of silence before she finally speaks-]
I need to- [ she needs to talk, not whisper. she needs to blink through the blur and ignore the urge to scream again and do something. warn people. ] -I need to report a- a break in. A murder. [ she breaks off with a sob, the sound of a breath being forced out between clenched teeth. she can't do this. her hand rubs over her face until she's sure she isn't about to completely lose it again. ] My husband, James Potter, has been killed and he- he's gone, his body is gone. He was just here, I saw him. I know he was here! How is that possible?! Why would- Where is he!? [ who would do this?! she's crying again because it's either that or she focuses on her anger, lashes out and expresses her need to find out who did this and- and what? she's not a killer. but there's something inside of her right now that is seriously considering it. it just makes her cry harder. but she doesn't sound hopeless, she just sounds like this is her last option. get help. ] I'm in Freya House. Please, if anyone could tell me what to do- I don't know what to do-
[ the feed ends there, because she's a mess, she's coming apart and she can't pretend to be able to handle this in any capacity right now. her eyes move from that spot on the wall where James' body hung, over to the window again. the space between all those vines and that open window. more bloody writing, the lines that scare her more than the threat against her own life.
you were meant to stay dead.
the dark lord will always get what he wants. ]
she has to get James, first of all. anything she plans on doing will be twice as effective with her husband there with her. so she whistles, calls the pup's attention long enough to coax him back into the house, up to their room, where-
well, it's-
she feels how cold it is in the room first, watches as a figure ( dark hair, white muffs over her ears? or those are her ears.. she can't tell. she can't comprehend much of anything just yet. ) climbs out of the bedroom window. everything in the room is in shambles, as if someone forced their way in through the walls, leaving nothing but splinters behind. but the strangest part, the worst part, is the sight of thick, dangerous vines twisted and knotted up against the far wall. that's when she feels everything start to s l o w. it's that sinking, dark, heavy feeling that comes with being told the worst news imaginable, walking in and finding something you never, ever wanted to see. her hands shake as she moves without thinking, quickly ushering the puppy into the bathroom between her shared rooms with James.
she can't tell what she's looking at, at first.
but it's as if- it's as if the vines are bleeding. that's what she notices, that's what she takes in. the blood. it's everywhere. and after she turns back to look at the rest of the room - that's when she notices the writing on the walls, in deep, red. sloppy, rushed.
the mudblood will be next.
which... doesn't make sense. it doesn't. she- they were supposed to be safe from this. this was their time out, their escape. this is where she and James would- ]
James. James!
[ it's not as if she wasn't aware that he wasn't there with her, it was scratching at the back of her mind since she walked into their bedroom. only fear is a funny thing, it makes a person zero in on the things it probably shouldn't. the vines, the damage, the messages on the walls ( in blood, that's blood, isn't it? ). only now the reality of it all has managed to slam into her like the whiplash of a nasty spell, makes her shout and look around wildly. but the bed is empty, and that damned window is still wide open, and did someone- take him, is that what happened?
no.
her eyes find their way back to that bundle of vines against the wall, and something makes her look harder, move closer. really look.
and that's when she screams.
anyone in the building would hear it - it's the scream of someone being tortured, someone feeling like a clawed hand is reaching into her chest and tearing out her heart. it's the sound of feeling like she's been hit with the cruciatus curse, white hot, impossible pain. it's the scream of someone who, once she really looked, noticed that her husband was tangled up in those vines, bruised and cut open and bleeding and not moving and there's nothing in the world that could stop her from immediately rushing closer, ignoring the sharp tug of the vines' thorns pricking at her skin as she tries to pull him free. her fingers slip over the blood-soaked vines binding him there and she can't-
breathe, she can't breathe. sobs rip through her throat and she can't be damned to stop it or try and calm down. it doesn't matter, she has to help him, she has to save him.
what's worse is that, once she does finally step back, once she clears herself from the vines and places a heavy hand against the nearest surface to stop herself from falling over, his body just disappears. it's vanishes. it's not quickly either, it's a slow fade, like maybe she's just imagining it, but a few hard blinks and she knows what she saw, she just watched her husband's brutalized body vanish, and she has no idea what to do. ]
[ it takes her a while ( too long ) before she thinks to use her bracelet to contact someone. it's. what does she even say? how can she be expected to talk to anyone right now? dread and fury and nine million other negative emotions that all revolve around James Potter was murdered and I wasn't here and I couldn't save him make her feel impossibly useless, like she's not even really there. this can't be real. this can't be happening. she holds down the SOS button and squints against the light of the screen that pops up, ducks her head to hide her face from the view of the camera because this isn't- she's been screaming and crying, she doesn't want to be on camera.
the view behind her is of one of that first bloody message on the wall, and at the bottom edge of the screen the entry-point of some of those vines can be seen, but she doesn't think much of it. she doesn't care.
there are a few seconds of silence before she finally speaks-]
I need to- [ she needs to talk, not whisper. she needs to blink through the blur and ignore the urge to scream again and do something. warn people. ] -I need to report a- a break in. A murder. [ she breaks off with a sob, the sound of a breath being forced out between clenched teeth. she can't do this. her hand rubs over her face until she's sure she isn't about to completely lose it again. ] My husband, James Potter, has been killed and he- he's gone, his body is gone. He was just here, I saw him. I know he was here! How is that possible?! Why would- Where is he!? [ who would do this?! she's crying again because it's either that or she focuses on her anger, lashes out and expresses her need to find out who did this and- and what? she's not a killer. but there's something inside of her right now that is seriously considering it. it just makes her cry harder. but she doesn't sound hopeless, she just sounds like this is her last option. get help. ] I'm in Freya House. Please, if anyone could tell me what to do- I don't know what to do-
[ the feed ends there, because she's a mess, she's coming apart and she can't pretend to be able to handle this in any capacity right now. her eyes move from that spot on the wall where James' body hung, over to the window again. the space between all those vines and that open window. more bloody writing, the lines that scare her more than the threat against her own life.
you were meant to stay dead.
the dark lord will always get what he wants. ]
video.
It is not a response that Harry goes to first. His throat is tight and he can feel rage and irritation and frustration and sadness—overbearing sadness. But more than that, he feels fear. The nagging fear that part of what's wrong with him, part of what's being done here, is not Thiazi or the gods not intervening when necessary. No, what he's afraid of is that it's Voldemort. So when he doesn't respond immediately, it's because he's running through the inboxes looking for "Lord Voldemort" or "Tom Riddle" or some name that is close to the two of them.
He finds nothing, but he realizes his hands are shaking. What if he can't find it?
No.
No. Focus. He has to focus. And speak, finally.]
Mum— [His voice cracks almost immediately. Harry pushes his tongue against his lips in order to process. Process everything.
(It's not that easy. How many times do people need to die? How many losses will he accrue?)]
I'm—I'm coming. I'm on my way. I'll be there soon. I—[Each brief statement is quick, panicked, forced, and it's obvious from the video that he's moving and relocating. He leaves one dark room and stumbles into a hallway and ... keeps going, walking, walking, trying to get to his parents.]
Please. Just—stay on here. Stay. Until I get there, all right?
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[ she wants to tell him no don't come here, he shouldn't have to see her like this, he shouldn't have to see any of this. he needs to stay far away, stay safe. but she can't bring herself to actually say it, not to Harry. he's family. so instead she takes a few slow breaths, nods at the camera even though he's already on the move. ]
Why would- Who would do this?
[ who would kill James, who would take his body, who would be serving the Dark Lord here. too many questions. ]
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It's enough to attract his attention, even if he's still too sleepy to do much but give it an appreciative hum.]
Niiiice. Couldn't ya have waited till morning, though?
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The gods said to stick together and be there for one another. Sandy isn't used to stepping in for adults, especially not in ways not involving dreams, but here, mortals and immortals are functionally the same. Deep breath, and do your best to help.]
Leave that room and go downstairs into the communal area. People will gather to protect you. Your safety is most important right now.
Did you see who might have done this?
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[ she means his body, but, she can't put it that way. she's kind of just staring blankly at the screen, none of this feels real. ]
I did. It was a girl, but she couldn't have been older than fifteen. I don't think she could've done this on her own.
[ maybe if she was thinking straight she'd think about the different powers people have here, but, she's not. her mind goes to magic because there are spells that could do this sort of damage. but. that doesn't really help explain things here ]
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They have the same eyes.
Ellie is in her pajamas, eyes rimmed red and sleepless, but already getting up.]
... shit. You've gotta get out of there. Anybody coming?
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My lady--my lady, are you hurt? [There is not a trace of sleep in his voice. Something is wrong here, and now someone's dead because of it. The least he can do is try to help, in any way he can.] Is there anyone with you right now? I would offer what help I can give.
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[Her eyes closed and she tried to breathe slowly, trying desperately to remember the last half hour or more. Had she gone into a fugue? No... no, this one wasn't her, was it? God, let it not be her for once.]
You need to stay calm. There's someone messing with all of our heads.
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I know what I saw. He- His body vanished. Someone took him. Why would someone take him from me?
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He responds with just voice, knowing that at his friendliest he's intimidating. And now with how little sleep he's gotten and the way violence lurks in his posture, his eyes, the curve of his mouth when he isn't saying anything... voice is best. ]
He'll be back, the gods take bodies and fix 'em up. You don't worry about him anymore, this is when you get somewhere safe. Anybody comin' for you?
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His chest immediately twists in that familiar ache at the sound of Lily's voice. And then twists with another, more apprehensive ache at the way her voice sounds. As though she's scared. Worried. Terrified for her life, even.
He frantically sets the cup and the book aside and fumbles with the bracelet. The video feed opens with a quiet zap.
And there she is. Lily. For just a split second, his heart aches again for her.]
Lily. What's--
[And then... then he catches sight of that message scrawled in blood on the wall. He pales in horror. No. No. No. He doesn't care about James. Just that message. No. Not again. Not again.
He manages, by only some sheer force of habit, to remain almost cool and composed. Though, inwardly, he's anything but. He can't help but think that the Dark Lord--
No. No. Not again.]
Get out of there, Lily. Get out. I'll- I'll come and meet you. Just get out of there. Now.
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Don't. You- You can't come here. [ it comes out in a rush, and she shakes her head one more time, eyes bright once she opens them and looks at the screen again ] Who did this? Who else is here that would do this, Severus? [ there's an edge of anger in her tone, unintentional, but it's there. a Death Eater must have done this, the proof is written on the walls. so there are more of them here, she just didn't know it. but he must. ] Tell me!
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You must move to a safer location. Allow others to investigate and procure evidence.
Remain calm. Your husband will return. Your safety, however, may be compromised. Exercise caution.
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My lady. [ This is not how he wanted to meet you. ] As the others have said, it is imperative now that you find yourself to safety lest your husband's assailant return. James will return to you before long, you have my word. Have you - can you stay with someone? With Harry, perhaps?
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Those vines... Someone from Sigyn? But--
The city really is going mad. ]
He'll be back. Everyone comes back.
[ That's important to emphasise, first of all. ]
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Lady Potter, the body disappearing is normal. It means your husband has been revived.
[Hopefully, that would be enough to reassure her until she saw her husband again.]
If you need someone to accompany you, I would be glad to.
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My son will be here soon. And the puppy- The puppy. [ is still shut up in the bathroom, way to go, Lily. part of her doesn't want to let him out, doesn't want him to go near the vines and get hurt, but. well. part of her also wants the puppy out here with her. so she stands, holding her wrist up so the camera doesn't shake all over the place, but it also shows the new angle of all those vines against the wall, the dark red stains covering the center of it all. it's not a pretty sight. and Lily's not paying attention to the camera. ]
-- Hello, sweetheart. [ picking up the dog and carrying him over to the bed, loosely wrapping his leash around her hand so he can't hop off the bed and go sniffing around. and oh okay, right. the camera. the nice young man speaking to her- ] See? Not alone. [ she only smiles for a moment, but it's a stark contrast to the panic that came across in her initial transmission ] I didn't know people could come back. It's not- things don't work that way in my world, even with magic. Bringing someone back is dark, it comes with a price. Always. [ nevermind that she would gladly pay that price if that were the case here too, but she doesn't mention that ] It's hard to let myself believe it to be true.
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