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OtterySt.Catchpole · 08-13-2010, 07:13 PM

SPOILER!!: Non Story Stuff

If I could be your Superman,
I'd fly you to the stars and back again.
'cause every time you touched my hand,
You feel my powers running through your veins.
But I can only write this song,
And tell you that I'm not that strong.
Cause I'm no Superman

~Joe Brooks, Superman

A darkness descends over the world and she cries out for a hero, while evil congregates deep in the bowels of London proper hiding and skulking waiting eager to bask in the light even as it shuns it. Down many winding passages, old tunnels, abandoned unused tube lines, deep in the city further and more well hidden than the Ministry of Magic a group conspires to much evil.

The darker more malevolent mages of their age, those who could not curry favor with the good, and those who want to use the power promised by evil together. It is here that Severus Snape found himself standing in a cold, dark, dank hole in the ground, rats skittering in the shadows. It felt oddly comforting reminding him of his dungeons in Hogwarts. He missed them now that Dumbledore had appointed him Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“Well, you’ve managed to do it, my lord,” Severus said quietly.

From his makeshift throne, a transformed pile of rat bones and detritus the only things available that far down in the sewers, the Dark Lord laughed, “I could well see that Severus, the Daily Prophet is still blaring headlines about it, still. And you were against it. You make a poor gambler Severus if you don’t know when to pick a winning action.”

“As in all things, Dark Lord you are wise, but … I would beg to differ. I am after all, a Death Eater.”

“You dare too much, traitor!” came Bellatrix’s voice from across the chamber as she entered, strutting up to the Dark Lord. While all eyes turned to her, as she'd so desired, Severus’ gaze never left the Dark Lord. He clearly did not think her outburst a part of their conversation.

“I’m afraid in this I have to agree with Severus, my love,” He-who-must-not-be-named replied. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind Bellatrix. “Is there something you want to say Rodolphus?”

“Nothing my lord … it’s a bit dusty in here,” the man replied quietly.

“Well, we might even now have better accommodations had it not been for your insufferable blunder in Hong Kong losing us that microbe …” And there was the pause again, that always came whenever Voldemort wanted to talk about the dark haired boy.

“Ottery St. Catchpole, my lord,” Wormtail whispered from the darkness at the wizard’s left.

“Yes, that boy … I can’t seem to ever remember his name,” and here the Dark Lord looked at Severus. “It escapes me, like a wisp of smoke, I can’t ever seem to get a hold of it.”

Never losing his composure, Severus replied, “An inconsequential nuisance your lordship. He can’t even concoct a simple salve without blowing up my dungeons. I have better hopes for him this year in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I expect he‘ll pop fireworks rather than curses for fear of killing his fellow classmates.”

Elsewhere Ottery sneezed, and wondered to himself if someone was talking about him just then.

The Dark Lord waved his hand dismissively. “What newssss do you bring me, Bellatrix?”

“Nothing lord. Everything is quiet. We’re still terrorizing people, the cattle are afraid of us, and your army grows ever stronger. The Vampires are helping but … their involvement with us means that the werewolf clan of San Gilman are going to target us.”

“And thissss worriesssss you?” came the sibilant query.

“You needn’t worry about those kowtowing werewolf ninnies. Things are different here in our island. There aren’t any werewolf clans here just makers and made.” The growling wolf voice of Fenrir cut in, annoying Bellatrix Lestrange.

“Yes, well, that was probably because of the pogroms,” Severus remarked. Fenrir gazed at the professor, “they killed them all. That’s why they couldn’t organize.”

“And it will be so again if they do not follow me,” The Dark Lord replied. “All goes well. Soon we will have enough people to take down Dumbledore and his pathetic little school.”

“But wouldn’t the ministry be the greater threat sir?” Wormtail dared to ask.

“No fool! If those idiots could do anything they would have already by now. We’ve infiltrated them, they don’t know what I’m planning anymore than they know what they’re doing. I’ll wait and bide my time just a little more, but those fools will fall too, like a house of cards.”

The Dark Lord laughed, Severus looked at his pocket watch and rolled his eyes, he really did need to be getting back to the school before someone noticed him missing, Wormtail cowered behind the throne, while Rodolphus gave Bellatrix dirty looks behind her back and Fenrir begged leave to hunt.

:3

08-13-2010, 07:13 PM	#17 (permalink)
OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House Posts: 18,910 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Gryffindor Third Year	Zombies forthcoming but ... sooner ... Twilight! Prepare for Edward action LOL Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert SPOILER!!: Non Story Stuff Quote: Originally Posted by Conners Typical Teddy, and I must say Tiffany is a great voice of reason. Hmm ... Tiffany as the voice of reason, it's like this Con, Teddy is the id, Otty the Ego and Tiffany the superego, I think I got that right goes to double check I'm soo good, I got it right the first time As for what's wrong with Ottery hearing voices He is poisoned you know. Quote: Originally Posted by Miss Evi3e &lt Haha the story is deffently wacky...but good wacky Why thank you Miss Evi3e, I'm all for good wacky. I'm also for making this exciting, mysterious, and a wonderful ride, so ... Otty says in his best Margo Channing voice Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night! Quote: Originally Posted by Droo Yay zombies! Yay zombies indeed ... now if I could just figure out where to put them ... has the zombies decomposing all over the living room I'm gonna need the vacuum cleaner. Quote: Originally Posted by Obi-Wan K'Lari EEP! Was Otty going crazy in jail? XD Haha, and Teddy, Teddy He's just waiting for a fight isn't he? You're too cute Lari, you know Teddy too well Werewolves indeed. And maybe Freddie should cameo you know I never thought of that Lari ... hmm ... oh! has a clue or :litebulb: Okay, so ... everyone ready for thenext update cuz it's here? And don't forget to vote, kids, do it early, do it often, and do it right LOL Quote: Originally Posted by From "All about Eve" Lloyd Richards: I shall never understand the weird process by which a body with a voice suddenly fancies itself as a mind. Just when exactly does an actress decide they're HER words she's speaking and HER thoughts she's expressing? Margo Channing: Usually at the point where she has to rewrite and rethink them, to keep the audience from leaving the theatre! If I could be your Superman, I'd fly you to the stars and back again. 'cause every time you touched my hand, You feel my powers running through your veins. But I can only write this song, And tell you that I'm not that strong. Cause I'm no Superman ~Joe Brooks, Superman A darkness descends over the world and she cries out for a hero, while evil congregates deep in the bowels of London proper hiding and skulking waiting eager to bask in the light even as it shuns it. Down many winding passages, old tunnels, abandoned unused tube lines, deep in the city further and more well hidden than the Ministry of Magic a group conspires to much evil. The darker more malevolent mages of their age, those who could not curry favor with the good, and those who want to use the power promised by evil together. It is here that Severus Snape found himself standing in a cold, dark, dank hole in the ground, rats skittering in the shadows. It felt oddly comforting reminding him of his dungeons in Hogwarts. He missed them now that Dumbledore had appointed him Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. “Well, you’ve managed to do it, my lord,” Severus said quietly. From his makeshift throne, a transformed pile of rat bones and detritus the only things available that far down in the sewers, the Dark Lord laughed, “I could well see that Severus, the Daily Prophet is still blaring headlines about it, still. And you were against it. You make a poor gambler Severus if you don’t know when to pick a winning action.” “As in all things, Dark Lord you are wise, but … I would beg to differ. I am after all, a Death Eater.” “You dare too much, traitor!” came Bellatrix’s voice from across the chamber as she entered, strutting up to the Dark Lord. While all eyes turned to her, as she'd so desired, Severus’ gaze never left the Dark Lord. He clearly did not think her outburst a part of their conversation. “I’m afraid in this I have to agree with Severus, my love,” He-who-must-not-be-named replied. There was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind Bellatrix. “Is there something you want to say Rodolphus?” “Nothing my lord … it’s a bit dusty in here,” the man replied quietly. “Well, we might even now have better accommodations had it not been for your insufferable blunder in Hong Kong losing us that microbe …” And there was the pause again, that always came whenever Voldemort wanted to talk about the dark haired boy. “Ottery St. Catchpole, my lord,” Wormtail whispered from the darkness at the wizard’s left. “Yes, that boy … I can’t seem to ever remember his name,” and here the Dark Lord looked at Severus. “It escapes me, like a wisp of smoke, I can’t ever seem to get a hold of it.” Never losing his composure, Severus replied, “An inconsequential nuisance your lordship. He can’t even concoct a simple salve without blowing up my dungeons. I have better hopes for him this year in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I expect he‘ll pop fireworks rather than curses for fear of killing his fellow classmates.” Elsewhere Ottery sneezed, and wondered to himself if someone was talking about him just then. The Dark Lord waved his hand dismissively. “What newssss do you bring me, Bellatrix?” “Nothing lord. Everything is quiet. We’re still terrorizing people, the cattle are afraid of us, and your army grows ever stronger. The Vampires are helping but … their involvement with us means that the werewolf clan of San Gilman are going to target us.” “And thissss worriesssss you?” came the sibilant query. “You needn’t worry about those kowtowing werewolf ninnies. Things are different here in our island. There aren’t any werewolf clans here just makers and made.” The growling wolf voice of Fenrir cut in, annoying Bellatrix Lestrange. “Yes, well, that was probably because of the pogroms,” Severus remarked. Fenrir gazed at the professor, “they killed them all. That’s why they couldn’t organize.” “And it will be so again if they do not follow me,” The Dark Lord replied. “All goes well. Soon we will have enough people to take down Dumbledore and his pathetic little school.” “But wouldn’t the ministry be the greater threat sir?” Wormtail dared to ask. “No fool! If those idiots could do anything they would have already by now. We’ve infiltrated them, they don’t know what I’m planning anymore than they know what they’re doing. I’ll wait and bide my time just a little more, but those fools will fall too, like a house of cards.” The Dark Lord laughed, Severus looked at his pocket watch and rolled his eyes, he really did need to be getting back to the school before someone noticed him missing, Wormtail cowered behind the throne, while Rodolphus gave Bellatrix dirty looks behind her back and Fenrir begged leave to hunt. :3 __________________