Beginning of the end?

Sam panted hard as he broke through the outskirts of the Forbidden forest, emerging somewhere to the south of the Gamekeeper's hut, between it and the Whomping Willow. Fear, exhaustion and pain caused the painful shortness of breath he was experiencing, each breath feeling like a stab to the lungs, but each bringing him just a little to closer to safety.

But safety would have to wait.

"Stupefy," he shouted, pointing his wand at the figures of Julia Traverse and Kendal Rookwood, the only two Dark Followers he'd seen in the forest all night. "Help!" He shouted, his voice echoing across the grounds, assumingly most people would be heading to bed right now, and he begin to feel a sense of growing despair as he noticed a few more figures joining Julia and Kendal ((NPCs or PCs if you like))

Not sure exactly what to do he pointed his wand into the air and shot off a ball of red light which climbed high into the sky before exploding with a loud bang, and a shower of red sparks, almost perfectly adjacent to the Gryffindor Common Room.

It was a handy spell that, one he'd stumbled upon by accident, and boy had it been some accident. The other boys in his dormitory had been left smelling smoke for weeks after he discovered it while trying to make his slippers glow in the dark.

A splash of red lit up the night sky as Angelique reached the doors of the Entrance Hall.

Damn them all to hell. Couldn't that werewolf do anything right? She'd set it up so sweetly for him to go completely berserk, too.

Skirting the darkened castle, since that explosion would have awakened half the people inside, Angelique headed into the trees that lined the path down to Hogsmeade. She could wait everything out down there and creep back in the morning with nobody any the wiser.

Nerissa had become quite fond of the moonlight; after she’d spent an evening lying in the evening’s chilled grass once, it had became part of the daily routine to sneak out of the school to join the plant life. She found contentment in being left alone with the trees and the grass - an emotion that Nerissa Hatts did not experience often. There was silence at that late hour, due to the fact that every other student had returned to their dormitories, as they had been ordered to by their superiors. Nerissa was just small enough to slip out of view when necessary, and so, dodging the sharp, watchful eyes of Ravenclaw’s prefect was simple enough – so long as Nerissa remembered to hide her brilliant hair beneath a hat.

“You’ve grown, haven’t you?” the young Ravenclaw spoke softly to the grass that she caressed with one small, open palm. The air was warm and still in a way that it had not yet been that year – so warm, in fact, that small beads of sweat had begun to form at her hairline. Assuming that the prefects had not yet finished with their night rounds, Nerissa decided to keep her hair tucked away from view beneath the dull fabric of the beanie she’d chosen – but the thing had become an irritant as the summer weather began to seep into her skin. In an attempt to ignore this aggravation, Nerissa extended a pale finger, and with a gentle touch, she began to trace the edges of a near blade of grass. With a pair of caring, round eyes- which matched the moon in both shape and size- she examined the thin creature, as though it were possible for her to read its nonexistent mind. “Good,” she stated; apparently, she had received an answer from the grass, and was satisfied. She cared for the plant life about her in a way that a mother cared for her children – and it was clear by the small smile that her lips had formed at that moment.

The short moment of peace was truly the quiet before the storm – a storm which, had Nerissa known would occur in advance, would most likely have found a way to avoid...

The silence was shattered by a distant scream, which woke Nerissa so very violently from her moment of tranquility. “Help!” a young voice cried desperately, causing Nerissa to sit upward hastily with an expression of panic upon her freckled face. Within the time span of three seconds she had climbed to her feat and had stumbled forward a few feet. “Hello?” Nerissa called, only just managing to spit the simple word from her mouth. It was astonishing that the child had managed to speak at all with her lips trembling in such a way…

Louis broke into a run. He came out of the Forbidden Forest. He threw spells behind him.

"Impedementa!" He yelled running away. Loosing his breath, thinking he was the only one close by he heard. "Help!" Louis looked out. "Sam!" Louis gasped running towards the voice and the red light. Louis had made it towards Sam. Sam was surrounded by Julia and Kendal. "Two versus two."

Louis stood right behind Sam, back to back.

Cecilia had been in the Ravenclaw common room when it had been illuminated by a red light. She looked out the window then ran out of the door into the castle. Once she had gotten to the game keepers hut she looked around for the source of the light as Louis ran past her. She didn’t recognize him but fallowed him. “Try Two against Three,” Cecilia said standing a few feet away from Sam and Louis. She looked around smiling at her self. She felt this would be easy but would never say that out loud. She hadn’t even taken out her wand yet but she would as soon as it was needed. Most people would think her stupid for not haveing it at the ready.

It was as though the event had been rehearsed beforehand; moments after the cry for help was heard, two students ran to the aid of the wizard who had shouted, each darting past Nerissa without casting a single glance in her direction.

Confusion glittered in Nerissa’s eyes.

It appeared as though a student had entered the Forbidden Forest – for what reason a student would want to spend a dark evening in those dangerous woods, Nerissa could not imagine – and had gotten himself into a troublesome situation as a result. This explanation, however, seemed incomplete to Nerissa as she scrutinized it.

She inched forward timidly; despite herself- and the fear that was burning deep within her core - Nerissa simply could not shrug off her curiosity.

With only the thick stump of an oak tree separating her from the dark forest, Nerissa listened closely to the words of those who were braver than she.

Jack was ahead of Samuel. She paused and stared off at the castle heart thumping, wondering what to do. Her instincts were ramming against each other. On her own personal level., she never asked for aide. She always thought that it was best to stand on your own two feet, be brave for yourself, but it was not her own life at stake. It was PA's. She could not put them in danger.

She thought of the coin, the one she used to alert PA members about meetings. She had given one to Jess, told him when they needed the Order, she would use it. she cursed. It was not there. She pointed towards the Gryffindor common room and concentrated. "Accio coin." She whipped back around to see someone bursting out of the forest, aiming at Samuel.

"Stupefy!" The figure dodged but was knocked off of his feet. She saw Sam and Louis and Cecelia getting ready to fight. Jack wanted to fight Julia, but she was not going to overstep her bounds. She saw another running figure, pointed wand at Cecelia and she lept forward, dragging the person to their feet.

((For those of you just entering, it is the full moon, and you have Ariel transformed, and now these ones))

Naomi had an excellent instinct for chaos. She had been skulking around Hogwarts, the newest werewolf having told the pack there had been troubles between PA and the Dark Followers. She watched as the hostages had been brought in and she had smiled. There would be more hell once the moon rose.


She and her pack took a potion similar to Wolfsbane, but it was weaker. It did not put the human fully in charge. They had some control, but the strength and the bloodlust was still there. They were just intelligent enough to cause pain where they wanted to. And now, their real time to shine was here.

Naomi slipped forward, Colby at her side, the black wolf contrasting with her creme coat. Behind her was the rest of the pack. Carlyn, Hoover, Nester, Fyona. Alexis was not quite in the pack yet, but she was free to join them.

Naomi slipped from the treeline and let out a howl to announce her presence. She laughed and looked at the other wolves, barking to get them moving. She began circling groups of kids, as did the others, intent on scaring them. Hoover and Carlyn joined her, while the others waited. Colby was close by, always her right hand wolf...

Athena hadn’t wished to concern herself with the Dark Follower nonsense. She was a part of their little group, sure, but she didn’t play their little games. She didn’t care for the Mudbloods or the little halfies - and people knew this – but she didn’t like to get her hands dirty unless there was a direct and immediate benefit. Athena hadn’t comprehended the exact point of kidnapping the little children. She’d understood it despite not being present but that meant very little. What she understood had been whittled down to what she described as idiocy. Their little band of ‘followers’ was being run by someone who could not handle herself as far as Athena was concerned. They would be much more suited with Angelique as the leader – or even Athena herself; though Athena kept this opinion to herself for fear of being cursed as a result of it.

She’d been keeping a close eye on the forest that evening; even going as far as to sit out in the grounds next to a talking gargoyle to keep an eye on the action. She watched as people began to spring from the forest and with that, disaster began to unfold. She saw Krum’s sister and idly wondered when he’d join the fold; it wouldn’t be long no doubt. Athena removed her wand from inside her robes and rose, immediately unlocking her arsenal of spells and preparing herself mentally for the real bashing that the Potter’s Army members would try to give her. That was very unlikely though.

Athena took aim on Krum’s pretty little sister. She scrolled through the spells known to her and finally settled on something that would hurt her pretty little eyes. The Conjunctivitus Curse. A sadistic smile crept onto Athena’s lips. She tore her wand back before flicking her wrist and extending her arm. A shot of blue-green magic sprung from her wand and she watched as it bound towards the Ravenclaw. In that moment, Athena remembered why she loved her mother so much. Quickly, she lowered her wand towards the ground by that stupid Gryffindor’s feet and hissed “Confringo!” hoping to blast him off of his feet and out of her way.

Then of course, Athena spotted the Werewolves. She instantly recoiled, a disdainful grimace appearing on her face. She watched with dismay as they began to circle and trained her wand on the one that was clearly in charge – the white one. She did not cast a spell, though. She’d wait. She’d wait and take the thing off guard. Werewolves at Hogwarts? Daddy was going to hear about this.


Conjunctivitus Curse on Cecilia Krum ~ A curse that causes great pain to the victim’s eyes.
Blasting Curse ‘Confringo’ at the ground underneath Samuel Grigori’s feet ~ Causes anything that spell meets to explode in flames.

“Explliaums,” Shelby said pointing her wand at the slythern who ways casting spells at the order members. She thought it was Athena Goyle though didn’t know for sure. Shelby keep her face hidden and hoped to god no one recognized her. Thought she was willingly joining potters army she didn’t need every dark follower in the world to know. She had been walking around the lake when the flash of light lit up the sky and exploded. Though instead of running to assist as others had she had walked leisurely over to this little battle. “Don’t let Krum catch you attacking his little sister. He may not show it but I’m sure he dose care about her just a little bit.” she then walked off again.