Poster: bd_rodolphus
Tags: march 2005, bellatrix lestrange, rodolphus lestrange, hestia jones, kingsley shacklebolt, anthony goldstein
Subject: RP: Terror Train
Date: 03/03/2007 23:24:00
Date: 03 March 2005
Characters:Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, NPC Aurors, NPC Death Eaters, Innocent Bystanders
Location:Hogwarts' Express
Private/Public:Public - Character reactions only
Rating:R
Warnings:Introspective to be followed with character reactions; violence, gore
Summary:The Death Eaters attack the Hogwarts' Express, led by Bellatrix and Rodolphus
Completion:InComplete


A young pair of lovers entered onto the train, laughing and chortling with one another, causing an elderly woman to smile and reflect on days gone by when she enjoyed such happiness. The next four people that entered the train were of the common wizarding variety, shuffling into their seats with the rest of the passengers.

The lithe young woman with blond hair did a skip down the corridor, and flounced into a seat, dragging her husband down with a broad, sly grin. The man laughed as he sat across from her, his leg crossing over the other at the knee in an easy, relaxed position.

It had been easy enough for the pair and their lackeys to acquire the polyjuice potion. Snape was not the only potion maker amongst the Death Eaters, and many were those who were willing to show their loyalty to Bellatrix and Rodolphus.

The Dark Couple sat together - he disguised as a young wizard and she as his smiling bride. Elsewhere on the train, four of their followers waited in similar guises. All of them had taken the potion within moments of each other, Bellatrix being the first. Since all of the doses were taken from the same batch, all of the disguises would wear off at the same time - which was as it should be.

Having bordered the train at platform 9 3/4's, the knew that they would be beyond the city reaches when the potion itself wore off. It was close enough to home to strike fear, far enough from anything to allow help to arrive too quickly.

The train began to move with its mostly adult passengers, as all the young wizards and witches are engrossed in their studies at Hogwarts. However, with the fall of Diagon Alley and the Ministry, the Aurors have taken to placing at least two of their kind to protect and monitor the train.

Rodolphus nudged his disguised wife and they watched as the distinctive Aurors' robes moved by their compartment without a second glance, headed towards the rear of the train. Moments later they witnessed the conductor stroll by, headed to join the engineer in the locomotive.

With a barely stifled cackle, so odd coming from such a fresh-faced, pretty blonde, Bellatrix rose from her seat, blowing her husband a kiss. She noticed he had already drawn his wand with an ornate cane mysteriously by his side. Shaking her head slightly she opened the compartment door quietly, then turned her head to whisper low over her shoulder: "You never change, do you?"

Bellatrix walked past several compartments towards the locomotive, giving a small child in the corridor a broad, toothsome grin. The child looked at her a bit warily, and stepped closer to his mother as Bellatrix walked by. When reaching the entry, checking all points to ensure that no one else was around, she threw open the heavy, locked metal door with her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" the blonde woman screeched, enjoying the startled look the conductor gave her before hitting the floor with a sickening thud. She turned her attention to the engineer who had swirled around, his eyes wide with fright.

"Gods, please no!" he begged his assailant, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. "Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix roared, laughing maniacally at the shot of green light illuminating the small room. The man fell, his eyes staring off into nothingness.

Bellatrix threw a spell at the train's mechanisms, causing the breaks to bear down and bring the entire train to a screeching, halting stop. She met her husband back in the main corridors as compartments opened and passengers began to spill out, voices raised, frantically questioning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the inconvenience but I have to inform you that we will now be taking over this train - for the time being," Rodolphus explained regally in his loud, younger voice. Bellatrix cackled gleefully by his side, completing a pirouette, her magically transformed hair swirling about her shoulders. Immediately the passengers began to murmur loudly like a hive of bees - only it was quite clear that the young man and his blonde companion were most definitely wasps.

"None of this is your fault - we're only here because those who would lead you to believe they can protect you have failed you yet again," Rodolphus continued, then dodged a flying hex towards him, deflecting it expertly.

"Speak, and they shall appear, my pet," he quipped as he stepped back into the compartment, revealing the blonde with her wand out in a dueling position.

Bellatrix began to transform back into her original form, the pain of her metamorphosis only fueling her pleasure as she stared down the Auror, her teeth bared in a cunning grin. "Come little boy - test your metal," she sneered.

The Auror tried to disarm her, but Bellatrix held him off, throwing a hex back that caused a deep gash to appear on his wand arm. The Auror howled in pain but stood his ground as he tried to cast another spell against the formidable witch, only to fail once again.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed, almost dancing when the Auror dropped his wand and writhed in pain. She continued the torture for what probably seemed like an eternity to her victim until his partner arrived. Disappointed that her game was interrupted, she scowled only to hear "Imperio" in Rodolphus' original voice sound out beside the now controlled Auror.

"Brilliant, my love! Now - let us finish them!" she crowed, even as she heard cries of terror coming from different areas of the train - the sounds of her minions doing their worst.

The Death Eaters were long gone when help finally reached the train. Shattered glass and scorched walls were the first signs of the struggles that had taken place within. Many of the passengers remained alive, though disheveled and bearing minor injuries. Though, the worst by far was found in the compartments next to where it all began.

Within lay the Aurors, dead. Each had looks of horror crossing their faces - one, his hands covered in blood. Also within were the remains of three members of a small family moving to Hogsmeade for protection. Only their six year old child remained untouched, but crouched holding the cold hand of her mother. Father and son had both died of the killing curse while the mother appeared to have been strangled as well as having her eyes gouged out.

All of wands of the dead were missing.

From: bd_kingsley
Subject:
Date: 03/04/2007 14:54:30
Kingsley was one of the first to get the message. He got the alert that there were two Aurors down just outside London. He was taken from the quidditch game just after one of the captains had been taken a bludger to the head.

When he and Williamson arrived at the scene he was calm, cool and collected. They did what they had to do, keeping all emotion from them. Williamson took some aside for questioning and Kingsley sent summons for more help. There were too many people to go through and all of them seemed terrorized. Kingsley had little doubt as to who was behind the attacks, all of it reeked of Bellatrix.

Once he had gotten things under control, as much as was possible, and was certain the attackers were no where around, he locked himself into one of the compartments and sent his patronus to Minerva. They were going to need all the help they could get and the Order needed to be alerted right away.

When the patronus was on his way, he set to syestematically going through the scene until he received further word.
From: bd_hestia
Subject:
Date: 03/04/2007 17:01:59
She felt like she'd just entered hell. Things were calmer, but not calm. She looked around unsure of where she could even help. Williamson was talking to someone, people were rushing around...but there was a little girl sitting off to the side in an open compartment...apparently forgotten, staring off into space blankly. She didn't seem physically hurt...but her eyes told a differnet story.

Walking over to her she sat down next to the girl and just sat. She couldn't have been older then six, a little sprite of a thing, crumpled up in a little ball, her one hand splattered with blood.

"Are you alright?" Hestia asked quietly, soothingly; who knew what the poor thing had been through. If it was anything of what it looked like...then hell. The girl jumped and turned to her; her eyes were cold and empty, filled with tears. She nodded and clutched herself tighter. "What happened sweetie?"

The little girl didn't move for a long moment, slowly she just shook her head, telling loads to Hestia. Whatever had happened...well, she didn't want to think about it. Slowly standing up she rubbed a hand down the shoulder of the girl, who shuddered slightly but otherwise didn't move, and then kneeled in front of her. She gently stroked the girls arm trying to bring her some comfort but she didn't seem to notice, not leaving her crumpled position. Giving her a sad smile she turned and left the compartment and headed down the hall looking for orders, but her mind not leaving the little girl she didn't know how to help.
From: bd_kingsley
Subject:
Date: 03/04/2007 17:06:55
When Hestia entered the comparment he was in he felt the parent in him spring up. His eyes seemed were asking about Valery, but he didn't say anything. He was glad that Hestia had been one of the first Order members to respond. She was strong and she was buisness minded, especailly when they needed it.

"If you could please help Williamson organize the passangers and begin to calm others down. I am sure he knows more about the hurt civillians." Kingsley was just finishing up cataloging the scene and was sending the bodies back to HQ for further examination later. He did not need everyone seeing the gore in the compartment.
From: bd_hestia
Subject:
Date: 03/04/2007 17:39:02
As she walked in Kingsley's head shot up to hers, and she could suddenly see the worry in them. It made her heart skip a beat in response before she tried to give him a grim smile. "She's fine, what do you need?" She replied then asked, not worrying to elaborate; this was 'work' time, extra words were not needed. Taking a quick glance around she saw the bodies and inside she felt herself shudder internally. But as she'd stated, 'work' time meant outwardly she dealt with the situation, no matter how gruisome. She thought back to the little girl and wondered if she was related to the family in here...it would explain her dead expression.

Even as a hitwitch she'd dreaded these scenes, they always haunted her; especially after what happened with her own mum. Taking a slow breath she nodded to Kingsley. "Sure. What do we know so far?"
From: bd_kingsley
Subject:
Date: 03/04/2007 17:45:22
He felt himself relax slightly. This is exactly what he had wanted to avoid by keeping his magic a secret. He didn't want Valery in any sort of danger.

"Well, we have seven dead. Two Aurors, three civillians, two employees of the Express. One of the civillians was just a child." He had no emotion in his voice, no remorse. This was not time for feeling. He was a very efficeint Auror and wanted things to be done efficeintly as well.

"There are others with minor injuries. We should set up one of the compartments for the injured. This was clearly the work of the Lestranges, though as of now we don't know much, only inferences. Hopefully, Williamson's questioning will give us more." He flicked his wand and another body disappeared from the train. "We need to set a syestem. After people have been questioned and we have their contact information, they need to be safely escorted off the train, possibly by apparation." He didn't look back at her, he didn't need to make sure she followed his orders. There weren't questions asked in situations like this.
From: bd_hestia
Subject:
Date: 03/05/2007 02:45:06
The explicits running in her head as he told her the tone of things would have made a sailor blush, but she kept her face straight and listened with a business set mind.

She nodded at his assumption it was Bellatrix and Rudolphus, it was exactly their style, and they really should have been expecting something like this. Mentally shaking it off, however, she dealt with not what if's but what happened.

"I'll set up a compartment, there was an open one just down the way. Williamson should just direct anyone injured to me, do we have an Healers yet?" Pinching the bridge of her nose at his answer she shook it off after a second and nodded. "After I attend to them I'll send them to another compartment where we should get someone to take all necessary information. We'll have to send groups back together to apparate, easier and safer that way."

Before she turned and left she watched him send another body away and shook her head, damn them...
From: bd_anthony
Subject:
Date: 03/05/2007 02:50:51
Anthony was having a decent night after the Quidditch match. No real rushes, nothing out of the ordinary. Finally, a night to go home and get some rest...

He thoughts were soon interrupted by a rapidly approaching Charlie Weasley. He stopped and quickly explained what had happened. Anthony's heart sank, but he quickly recovered, putting his professional side forward. He thanked Charlie, then headed for his office. Once there, he grabbed his bag, making sure it was full of supplies.

He closed and shrunk the bag, then grabbed the broom hanging on the wall. It wasn't a top of the line broom, but it would get him to the site quickly. He ran through the entrance way and out the door, mounting the broom and taking off like a shot.

He reached the site quickly, stepping onto the ground as he was approached by two Aurors. He identified himself, trying to go past. The Aurors held him back, saying he couldn't go without clearance. He grabbed one and got right in his face. He didn't have time for this shite.

"Look, shitehead," he said with rage, "There are people on that train that need medical attention now! Either you let me pass, or I go directly to Auror Shacklebolt and get your ass handed to you on a silver platter! Is that clear!?" The Auror nodded, letting Anthony go past.

Anthony stepped around the Engine of the Express, carefully climbing up to the first compartment. He saw Kingsley and relaxed a bit. "Auror Shacklebolt," he said, waiting for the Auror to face him.
From: bd_kingsley
Subject:
Date: 03/05/2007 03:03:16
Kingsley had just sent the final body to the makeshift holding room in the headquarters when he heard the commotion out side of the train. He hand was on his wand immedeatley until he recognized the voice.

He looked up to Hestia. "Go ahead and set it up, I will be by soon to check on it and will send two Aurors to begin the questioning. The apparation points will have been shut down in the village. We will need to move the people to a temporary location until we are sure of the situation in Hogsmeade." He hadn't received any sort of alerts that there was trouble in the village, but he would not be feeding more people to the Lestranges. He nodded at her and she turned to do what needed to be done.

Kingsley turned around and faced Anthony. "Healer Goldstien" he nodded to him. "Jones is currently setting up a compartment to treat the injured. From what I can tell most of the passangers are nervous but not badly hurt. If you would please follow her, she can put your services to approprieate use." Anthony nodded his understanding and began to take off after Hestia. "And Healer, I would appriceate it if you would treat my Auror's with a little more respect next time." He didn't mean it as a threat, but he didn't appriceate his name being thrown about in a threat. Getting worked up wasn't going to do anyone any good.

He also made a note to talk to the Auror's about letting the Healer threw without his consent. It hadn't been a problem this time, but if they had felt threatened by someone dropping his name... well he would need to discuss it with them anyway.
From: bd_anthony
Subject:
Date: 03/05/2007 03:16:38
Anthony nodded. "I will. I didn't appreciate being held back like that. But I understand." They nodded to each other, then Anthony headed to the next compartment. He opened the door and found Hestia setting up.

"Hello Hesita," he said, taking his bag from his pocket and expanding it to full size. "Let me give you a hand." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "How bad is it?"