Group: Deatheaters (mark bearers)
Members:
The Dark Lord
Alacto Carrow
Amycus Carrow
Antonin Dolohov
Augustus Rookwood
Bellatrix Lestrange
Corban Yaxley
Corvus Lestrange
Crabbe Sj.
Goyle Sj.
Draco Malfoy
Lucius Malfoy
Magnus Mulciber
Peter Pettigrew
Rodolphus Lestrange
Rabastan Lestrange
Severus Snape
Theodore Nott
Walden Macnair
The Dark Lord: I have new instructions regarding your missions. I will assign 3 groups with one each. These are highly important and I want to be informed on any new information you gather.
Since The Group Dolohov, Rookwood, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange seems to have just a little to much fun working together, I have decided to seperate you.
1. Dolohov, Macnair, Pettigrew
2. Rookwood, Snape, Lucius Malfoy
3. Rabastan Lestrange, Amycus Carrow
I want confirmation of each of you that you know what to do and who to do it with.
Group: Original Le-stranges (LOL)
Members:
Corvus Lestrange
Rabastan Lestrange
Rodolphus Lestrange
Rabastan: What the fuck? Why are we split up? And why have I to go into the field while you can stay home @Rodolphus ????
Rodolphus: Fuck me If I knew. Could have something to do with us exploding the cave last mission.
Corvus: Yes, exploding and collapsing the cave you were to protect did indeed anger the Lord. What by Merlin were you thinking? Haven't I raised you better?
Rabastan: We are sorry father, but- well, I can't really explain it. Let's just say it was an accident paired with an emergancy.
Rodolphus:...
Corvus: Like I said before, I don't want to know. I am not mad, just disapointed.
Group: Gay Azkaban Bitches and Rodolphus
Members:
Antonin Dolohov
Augustus Rookwood
Rabastan Lestrange
Rodolphus Lestrange
Antonin: к черту это.
Augustus: What he said.
Rabastan: Come on guys, we can't just let us be seperated by this damn cave incident.
Augustus: What do you want to do, make a musical about our friendship and trick us into performing it in front of the Dark Lord so he'll be convinced?
Rabastan: Stop reading my mind!
Rodolphus: No Rabastan, we're not performing a fucking musical.
Rabastan: Would be funny though.
Antonin: No.
Rabastan: Well, sorry then, what are your ideas?
Rabastan: Nothing? Thought so. Musical it is!
Antonin: I'll skin you and offer your corpse to your brother to cook dinner with.
Rodolphus: I'd do it.
Rabastan: Betrayed again.
Augustus: I think we should just go through with it and not fuck up. If we show that we are still devoted and hard working, he will trust in us again soon.
Rabastan: Ehem, excuses moi, I'm paired with CARROW. What am I supposed to do? I can't search for this artifact/ necklace thing and endure his endless nagging???
Rodolphus: Imagine going into the field.
Rabastan: Imagine staying home with your dragon-wife
Rodolphus: Don't call her that.
Rookwood: I know it's shit Rabastan, I have to negociate with the giants again and protect Malfoy. I'm positive he would both die an hour in without me and Snape would stand by and laugh. But we can do this, come on.
Rabastan: Fine. But I'm not befriending Carrow.
Antonin: I just tried planning our route with my group.
Rodolphus: And?
Antonin: I will curse Macnair.
Augustus: No you won't.
Antonin: I will.
Rabastan: He will.
Augustus: Rabastan stop encouraging him!
Rabastan: But I really want to see Macnair get kicked in the balls. I'd pay for it, actually.
Augustus: Yeah, me too. But wait at least until you're back.
Antonin: No promises.
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Group: Weasleys ♡☆
Members:
Arthur
Charlie
Bill
Fred
George
Ginny
Molly
Percy
Ron
Ron: Mom, there were Deatheaters outside of Hogwarts this evening!
Ginny: Yeah, it was amazing.
Molly: WHAT Did something happen? Is somebody hurt?????
Ginny: They were at the outer wards in the forbidden forest. Luna and I were there for detention with Hagrid. There were three, one of them was Dolohov. He did something to the wards, but Hagrid interrupted him. He punched him in the face actually. The guy fell over like a tree and the other two fled. We used incarcerus and Hagrid brought him back to the castle. He's locked in our transfiguration classroom until the teachers know what he did to the wards. It's epic. You should have seen the punch!
Fred: Holy
George: Shit
Fred: 5 years at Hogwarts and just when we leave this happens?
George: damn
Molly: Oh Merlin, please be carefull and don't go near that classroom! That man should be transported to Azkaban! Why do they want to keep him there, that's ridiculous!
Arthur: Calm down Molly, I believe that Dumbledore has everything under control.
Bill: It could be dangerous! Dolohov is one of the best Curse-Breakers Gringotts has ever seen. The Goblins refused to remove his photo from the employee wall. And when you have Goblins vouching for you, you're either very rich or very powerfull. If that guy did something to the Hogwarts wards, well, we should hope that Hagrid was fast enough.
Molly: Mabey Ron and Ginny should come home for a few days.
Ron: No mom, I want to stay. Harry and Hermoine stay too. And why does nobody question why Ginny had detention? If that had been me you would have straight up ignored Dolohov and jumped on that.
Molly: Don't talk nonsense Ronald. You should come home. Harry and Hermoine can come two.
Ginny: I'm staying. This is awesome.
Molly: No, you are not, young Lady!
Ron: You can't protect us forever, mom. The situation is fine. The guy is locked up.
Molly: No, not forever. But until you are off age at least!
Arthur: Molly, mabey we should just wait and see what happens? It won't be too bad, I think. Dumbledore is there after all.
Molly: That man killed both of my brothers, who were master duellists and slept in a house warded to the moon and back! I trust Dumbledore but I also trust my instinct!
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Dolohov woke with a stinging pain in his head. He groaned and wanted to touch it, but his hands were bound.
He was awake in a second, eyes wide when he noticed the room he was in, and even worse, the wizard in front of him.
"Ah, Mr. Dolohov. How nice to see you again. Although I would have wished it would be on other terms. As a master Curse-Breaker from Gringotts, perhaps." Dumbledore smiled.
Dolohov had to stifle a very tired grown, but couldn't resist rolling his eyes.
"I still think he should be escorted to Azkaban immediately." McGonagall said sternly, rage twinkeling in her eyes.
"Not yet." Dumbledore said and leaned forward.
A little too close for comfort in Antonins opinion. He frowned and tried to lean away, so he wouldn't feel the old mans breath on his skin.
"What exactly did you do to the Hogwarts wards, Mr. Dolohov." He asked.
"Out of my head." he growled. He felt the fingers of Dumbledores mind brushing against his mental shields again and again. It felt like someone trying to touch you without your consent.
"And my space." He added.
The old man chuckled and withdrew himself from both.
Antonin didn't want to admit to them how uneasy it made him feel, so he surpressed the sigh of relieve.
"Will you answer?"
He shrugged.
"Fucked with them."
Flitwick snorted and McGonagall shook her head.
"And how, exactly? If I am correct, them collapsing would harm you as well, since you are here wuth us."
He closed his eyes, mentally going over every spell he had managed to cast. He had peeled 3 layers away from the 35 there were. They had been there for two days already, apperating back to the Manor when done for the day and returning the next morning. The wards were complicated and the presence of the two idiots had made him anger easily and loose concentration, so it had already taken longer than anticipated.
He scoffed. But it wasn't like they knew, that the wards weren't about to collapse and kill them all.
On the other side they just had to get a skilled wardist or another Curse-Breaker to look at them to know they weren't. Hell, Dumbledore himself could probably tell. So why bother?
Either way they would know eventually, which already voiled this part of the Dark Lords plan. He would have hiss ass for that. Or mabey, if he was lucky, he would only target the other two. Technically, he had done his job perfectly until he was punched in the head by a half giant. The others were supposed to make them unnoticeable and stay on look out.
"They won't collapse." he said, his voice tired and annoyed.
"Then what did you do? What was the goal?" McGonagall proded.
He wanted to sleep. His head was killing him.
"Fuck youself." he mumbled, tired.
The affronted gasp he got was definitely worth it.
He closed his eyes again, just so he wouldn't have to look at them.
After a surprisingly long while, Dumbledore spoke again.
"Mr. Dolohov, you do have Communiaction Parchment too, don't you?"
Fuck.
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Group: Gay Azkaban Bitches and Rodolphus
Antonin: Hello, is someone there?
Rodolphus: I'm at the manor, is something wrong?
Augustus: Something will be wrong if Malfoy doesn't keep his overly large mouth shut. But anyway, everything alright Antonin? Shouldn't you be working on the wards?
Antonin: Yes, something came up and I had to stop for a while. I wanted to ask if you could bring me something over?
Rabastan: Not right now, I'm about to behead someone.
Augustus: Rabastan no!
Rabastan: Rabastan yes!
Rodolphus: If it's Carrow, you have an alibi.
Rabastan: Are you saying you wouldn't vouch for me all the time? I AM YOUR BEST BROTHER RODOLPHUS.
Rodolphus: You are my ONLY brother. Anyway, Antonin, you need your potions? I noticed you forgott to take them this morning. I can bring them over if you want.
Antonin: That would be amazing, yes. Thank you.
Rabastan: Woah, look out Dolph. I think someone replaced Antonin, he's so polite.
Rodolphus: Haha, very funny. I'll call in later, think about what you want for dinner. I'm on my way Antonin.
Rabastan: Holy shit, you're cooking for us tonight?
Rodolphus: When you don't behead someone :)
Rabastan: :(
Augustus: Can you do your lemon chicken Piccata?
Rabastan: I WANT ONION SOUP
Rodolphus: Piccata it is.
Rabastan: WHY?
Rodolphus: You didn't say please.
Rabastan: PLEASE!
Rodolphus: No, till later.
Augustus: Bye.
Rabastan: Fuck you, Augustus.
Augustus: Not today.
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And in not even two hours. Rodolphus sat in a chair beside Antonin, blinking confused after he woke up.
When he looked up and saw Dumbledore, he couldn't hold the "What the fuck." back that slipped out.
His father would kill him if he was here, but upholding his mental politeness filter was harder since Azkaban. And why be polite to the enemy anyway?
He groaned in annoyance when he realised he probably wouldn't be back in time to prepare the chicken or the soup for the evening. Yes, he would have made the soup to surprise his brother.
But that got ruined by whatever this was.
"Mr. Lestrange, it's nice to see you join us. And it's almost as nice to know there is still comradery amongst deatheaters. What potions does Mr. Dolohov need, exactly?"
Rodolphus had probably shattered most of the vials, when he had been attacked by an auror and, out of reflex, flung the bag with the vials as hard as he could at the womans head. There couldn't have been much left for the aurors to identify the potions.
"Non of your buisness!" Dolohov spat.
Dumbledore held his hands up to soothe the man, who had gone from tired to angry in a split second.
"It's nothing we want to use against you, Mr. Dolohov. If you need them for a certain condition, we want to provide them. We don't want to cause harm to you after all."
"Shove the glassshards up your ass!"
"Antonin." Rodolphus gave him a look akin to a scolding father.
That didn't stifle Dolohovs anger at all.
"What, so they can spike it with something?" He snapped at his friend.
"We wouldn't do that if you do require them for your health. Any added substance interferes with potions, as you should know." Flitwick said sternly.
Rodolphus hadn't turned away or even blinked. He only raised one eyebrow at his friend. They seemed to have a silent but stern conversation, but Dolohov growled and turned away in the end.
"Fine." He hissed. He was endlessly tired at this point. And taking their potions would be embarassing, yes, but it wouldn't be as bad as falling asleep and be vulnerable in front of the enemy.
"I have Narcolepsy." he grumbled.
Dumbledore looked like a light had just flicked on in his head.
"Ah, beeing tired a lot and falling asleep at inappropriate times. That explaines why you had so many detentions."
Dolohov seethed. He hated beeing belittled, exspecially by people like Dumbledore. He was a grown wizard, he sat in fucking Azkaban for 14 years and this man made him feel like he was still a student, ashamed of his terminal illness.
"No, I got those because your classes were boring and because I tried to torture Prewett."
He loved McGonagalls outraged expression.
Rodolphus smiled. "Good times." he said jokingly, enraging the teacher even further.
"We will get what you need. Which would be a Narcolepsy specific Pepperup draught?"
"And Baneberry Potion."
"That one is poisionous, I believe." Flitwick said concerned.
Dolohov shrugged. "Haven't died yet and it helps."
"That is curious." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkeling.
"Oh and by the way, I am very sorry for destroying your dinner plans for the evening, Mr. Lestrange."
Rodolphus gave a sarcastic smile.
"Thank you, but beeing sorry doesn't put chicken on the table."
"As if you don't have ten house elves to do it for you." McGonagall mumbled.
That actually got the deatheater to look insulted.
"I am sorry, Professor McGonagall. But if I am correct Hogwards has at least one hundred house elves. So you are one to talk.
We have one we are allowed to use, but it isn't ours. And my cooking is better anyway."
Dolohov looked almost devastated, if the tiredness in his eyes wouldn't be so overbearing.
"You would have made dinner today?"
"Not anymore I guess."
"Damn."
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Group: Deatheaters (mark barers)
The Dark Lord: Unfortunately it has come to me that two of my best men have gone missing near the Hogwarts premise. They haven't appeared in Azkaban as of yet and are not at the Ministry either. That means the are probably held at Hogwarts itsself.
I need for all of you to stay cautious and alert, should there be news.
Rodolphus Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov will return to the manor without punishment when we free them, since this is entirely not their fault.
Macnair and Wormtail are out of operation for the coming weeks.
Rabastan: Hah, I knew it.
Rabastan: Wait what the fuck they have my brother
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Group: Gay Azkaban Bitches and Rodolphus
Rabastan: We need to get them!
Augustus: That is probably what Dumbledore expects us to do. The Dark Lord too, apparently. They know we're friends and will come for each other. And Dumbledore knows that we are very high in the pecking order. He's probably waiting to capture us too!
Rabastan: And?
Augustus: I really want Antonin back. It looks like he hasn't taken his potions, I hope he's alright.
Rabastan: And??
Augustus: And Rodolphus can't cook for us if he's captured.
Rabastan: And???
Augustus: Fine.
Rabastan: Yesss
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Augustus Rookwood looked very pissed when he woke up tied to a chair, Rabastan, Antonin and Rodolphus beside him and Dumbledore and a few teachers in front of him.
"I hate you Rabastan."
"Me too."
"No, I mean it. Why can't you listen to me just once."
"Not my fault that my arguments always convince you."
"What arguments?"
"The ones you gave to youself?"
"I'll kill you when I get out."
Rodolphus cleared his throat.
"Excuse me?"
"What?"
"He's my brother, you're not killing him."
Augustus groaned and just wanted to put his head in his hands and be done with the day.
"Mr. Lestrange, Mr. Rookwood, it's nice to see you again."
"No, it's not, you old fool. Please shut up and just spit out what you actually want, I beg you." Augustus was very pissed indeed.
Rabastan looked slightly nervous.
