o' children

i solemnly swear that they are up to no good.

[semprasectumae]

“You’re right. He never asked to be a leader, did he? —— Then again, none of us asked to soldiers either.” She took a long sip of her tea, scrunched her nose at the lackluster taste and set it on the makeshift table in front of them. Nothing tasted the way it used to do; death and war staining even food and drinks. Amelia supposed that was what grief did. It left a sour aftertaste on everything in its wake. She looked back at him, still wondering what his name was. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and when he asked if she wanted to hold him, she nodded with a sense of excitement she hadn’t felt in months. “If it’s okay—” She sat down on the couch next to him, her hands held out so that he could safely place the pygmy puff in her lap. “I feel very rude, but I can’t remember your name… What was it again?”

[leviossaahxf]

leo had to laugh for a second, it was the irony in everything that made him laugh. before the war started, his biggest worry was his father nagging about him not getting a job while leo just wanted to chill and have a good time with his creatures. after the war started, he worried about his family’s safety, his friends at the army’s lives and all the creatures and powerless people out there being alone and not able to fight for themselves. “          yeah, to be honest, can’t really picture myself as a soldier, and i bet you that if my father saw me here, fighting with aberforth and the gang, he would laugh in my face,” leo chuckled before she sat next to him, holding out her hands to hold the puff, and he smiled for a second, giving her him. “              you’re not rude, i was scratching my brain for the same thing.. leopold night, but who calls anyone leopold now a days, just call me leo,”

[semprasectumae]

Charlie caught the woman’s mumbled thank you, and replied with a nod, if only to let her know that he saw her, heard her. She looked familiar, about the same age as him, and he knew they must’ve met before, at Hogwarts. Still her name didn’t come to him the way it did with most others — they must not have spoken before, which was why he found it so humorous that this woman seemed to be the person he agreed with the most. Staying put would kill them all; today, tomorrow or the next day. Leaving would give them a second chance. She knew this, and somehow to Charlie that seemed to forge a connection between them. Whether or not she felt the same was a mystery, and he wouldn’t have minded if she didn’t. He was just happy to know he wasn’t completely alone in his beliefs, that it wasn’t just his impatient nature coming out to play, tired of waiting around just to lose another battle. “Clovelly… There are lots of beaches and woods there, right? Good places to hide an army. Sounds like a solid place to go if you ask me.”

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“                 yeah, it’s quite a place, not many people lived there before the war, so i believe that the dark lord and his followers will not follow us there for a few weeks maybe,” fran nodded to herself, if her fiancè was able to see her now, he would be more than just proud of her, he would say that he was impressed by how she finally stood up for herself and the others, and he would say that she needed to stop holding this grudge against the world. grudge, anger, sadness and so on was a few of the emotions that fran possessed, hopefully some positive emotions would appear later on, but for now, it would do. “             my fiancè has..” she cleared her thoat, “          had a family house there, we could have the headquarters there, and there’s some summer houses,” fran explained, hopefully aberforth agreed with her and the man next to her with leaving. “            and i think we should leave like five minutes ago,”

[semprasectumae]

“Yes, I am.” He bit back, the sound harsh but not as angry as one would expect of a Death Eater when facing the literal enemy. She ripped her arm out of his grasp and he let his fall to hang loosely at his side. Dressed from head to toe in black, draped in a dark coat, he looked the picture perfect description of a follower of the Dark Lord — only his eyes were hollow, missing the spark of insanity most Death Eaters had. Dark circles beneath his eyes, dark unruly hair just barely contained. “Perhaps I’ll end up in Azkaban, but at least I won’t be buried six feet beneath the ground in an unmarked grave just because I couldn’t handle not being right for once in my life.” He lifted his gaze carefully, inspecting the alleyway in which they stood, making sure they were still alone. Neither of them would come out of it in good shape were they seen by the wrong people. “Now tell me; what the hell are you doing here? You know London is crawling with the Dark Lord’s followers. To those most dedicated, yours is a familiar face. If someone sees you, you’re dead.”

[leviossaahxf]

to ella, seeing oliver was to say atleast, a suprise, or if she was going to be honest, it was more like a shock, she’d thought he died after the battle of hogwarts, which was fine for her, seeing there were not friends, they were not even acquaintances. however, it was always nice to see someone familiar(even though it was oliver hawthorn) these days, everything felt darker and colder, which probably was the case too, with dementors everywhere and the dark lord gaining power every minute. “         not being right? so you believe that everything that is happening now, is right? it’s right that people dies everyday because one man thinks that the way he thinks, is the way everyone should think and we all should follow him?” ella raised her eyebrow, “            i knew i didn’t like you, but i never thought you were that stupid,” maybe that was a mean thing to say, but hearing him being all harsh just because she wanted to do something good with her life, provoked her more than she wanted to admit. “          it is none of your businss, and not that it is your problem; i’ve been here in london for weeks, never had a problem until today,”

[semprasectumae]

“Already starting to show signs of old age, Wren… Not good.” She teased, the smile still present on her lips though it bore the weight of a difficult decade. They had both changed since they last saw each other at the graduation ceremony, one final joyous moment at a school which now no longer stood. Not the way it used to, at least; with grace and strength. Eleanor didn’t like to think about what it represented now — war, death, darkness. The feeling of a heavy weight on her chest whenever she thought about her time at school (friends who were no longer with them, the childlike optimism she had at the prospect of her future) she could see reflected in Wren’s eyes, a sullen look on his face. But he tried, just like she did, and smiled. It felt good to see a familiar face, an old friend. It filled her with a new sense of hope. “Joined the Order in ’96, then the Army after the Battle in ’98. But I’ve been away most of the time — Recruitment missions, you know the lot. What about you?”

[leviossaahxf]

wren let out a little chuckle when she commented on old age, not that it was one-hundred percent true, these last few years had been hard on everyone, you could almost say that everyone has been aging quite a bit. he remebered when there were kids outside on the streets, playing and screaming out of joy, people cheering on a quidditch match and so on. now a days, if you heard screaming or any sort of noise outside, it was the last thing that they did in this world. how fucking depressing, but that’s the reality and that is why everyone is trying to fight for their own lives, and some ------like the dumbledore’s army------- is fighting for everyone’s lives. “            very funny,” wren answered, “             ’bout the same time, did have a lot of sparetime, no job and no houseing, was kind of an easy choice,” he said in a sarcastic voice. to this day, he did hate the army and that they had to fight for their lives, he just wanted to live again, no nightmares, no more death and just.. have a life.

[leviossaahxf]

every inch of his mind tried to see if he could remember her name, or even if he knew what her name was. usually leo had this memory where he would remember everyone he encountered, not just for him to seem polite for the other person, but also for his own sake, he loved getting to know people, and not knowing who this very familiar person in front him was named, did some annoying numbers on his mind. for a second he thought he knew her name.. mia perhaps? or amy? 

the silence from him were disturbed when she spoke again. “              yeah, i believe that it’s easier said than done for poor aberforth, people look to him for answers, and well.. i think people forget that he’s not his brother,” leo cleared his throat, that sentence might’ve sounded very jugdemental, which he never intended to sound like, “         my apologize, that came out wrong, what i meant was.. yes indeed, people do forget it,” he let out a nervous laugh for a second, usually he was not so bad with words, however, there were not many normal conversations these days, so your mind could play you some tricks when a sweet person like the one in front of him actually spoke to him. “         here’s to hoping that we will be here on boxing day,” leo smiled. “        ya wanna hold him?”

[leviossaahxf]

knowing that fran was not the only one who believed that leaving would be a good thing, made her feel like she did not just overthink it. some days prior to the meeting now, one of the other members caught her in bad moment after one of her feverish nightmares again about her fiancè’s death and in that moment, fran was sure that being here was not a good idea, ‘cause she knew that if it came to her promise to herself to get her revenge, or save people who needed her help, fran did not know what she would have picked, or if she would have done the right pick. her anger for voldemort were too massive to suppress for anything or anyone else.

“          thank you,” she mumbled to the man, who were kind enough to listen to her, and when he spoke up for her, her eyes focused on him and his words, and the realisation about who he was, came to her mind. he was that quidditch player that her fiancè spoke about, that guy who went to hogwarts and did so well at the quidditch games at the school and so on. (dean really loved quidditch, and half of the time, she did not even listen to what he said). a faint voice directed to her snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked at the people around the table. “         hm?” as soon as fran realised what he asked, she nodded, “           right.. i know a place, clovelly.. it’s in north devon, i don’t think there’s any ‘eaters there,”

[semprasectumae]

what faith oliver once had (or rather what faith had once been drilled into him from his childhood) was slipping away, slowly but surely being replaced by what some would call disinterest, while others would call it hate. he was a lost soul, tiptoeing the barrier between dark and light, good and evil, life and death. standing in the darkest of tunnels, searching for the light at the end, oliver was trapped in a web of family ties and promises of loyalty and devotion. despite still being a death eater by default, oliver tried as best as he could to avoid the others. he hated the sound of their voices, their faces and their beliefs, and whenever they spoke he would engage in a battle with himself not to respond with fire. hatred flowed in his veins, and yet he still felt unable to act on it, as if there was a blockage in his brain, implanted to stop him from finding the light. or perhaps it was just him and his fucked up family, their ties wrapped so tightly around him he would never be able to escape. it was likely the latter. he was, after all, a hawthorn and hawthorn’s never break a vow. especially not to the dark lord.

with his home filled to the brim with dedicated death eaters, oliver escaped to the streets of london to avoid them, avoid the possibility of a situation he might not be able to talk his way out of. running into an old acquaintance and current foe had not been part of his plan, and though one wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at his face, he was surprised when he looked up from the ground and recognised a familiar face beneath a hood. she was hiding. quite obviously hiding, in fact, to those who knew what they were looking for. knowing there might be other death eater’s on his tail (he is aware that his recent behaviour of separating himself from other followers of the dark lord have not gone unnoticed, and often feels as though someone is watching him. he feels this now.) he decides not to let the recognition cross his features, instead walking straight into ella, his hand encircling her bicep with a tight grip. “i do mind.” he says, voice low as he leans in close. then, everything goes black. seconds which feel like hours due to the uncomfortableness of the act of apparition later, they appear in a back alleyway, hidden from the crowd of tourists on the main street. “what the hell are you doing in london, whitworth? last time i heard, you’d joined the ranks of poor old aberforth, picking up the pieces his brother left behind with an army of teenagers.”

[leviossaahxf]

after weeks on the recruit assigment, ella came to realise that she had not been in contact with anyone from her past for months, the only people she spoke to, were the ones that she found on the assigments, trying to convince them to join the army and save the world. honestly, as said before, she enjoyed being an auror, capturing people and most of those times, ella did not have to convince people, so having a whole speech about being part of something that could help the greater good, was not her strongest side. however, she would do anything if it meant that people wouldn’t believe that she was a follower or even shared the same values as the dark lord. when she encounted with this man, and he did an apparition with both of them, she cursed loudly in the alley. “               what the hell? you’re asking me what the hell?” ella ripped his hand off her arm, furious that he had interrupted her assigment before she turned back to him. “       at least when all this is over, i’m not the one who’s ending up in azkaban for being a complete idiot,” she took a deep breath, “              a death eater? can you be anymore a more stereotypical slytherin?”

[leviossaahxf]

wren took a short break from his reps when someone said his name, it had been a long time since he had heard that voice, last time were probably when he was a student, which were almost ten years ago. it was the graduation ceremony, and he and his group of friends were celebrating, and if he remembered correctly, she was also a part of it. a light sigh came out of his chest when wren tried to remember the rest of his friends back from school, what did they do? where they even alive.. and safe? he had seen a couple of some old classmates about a year ago, and who knew what they were up to now? he snapped out of the train of thoughts and turned his attention to eleanor. “             hard to recognize friends these day, both new and old, y’know,” he returned with a small smile. “             haven’t seen you here before, been apart of this for long?”

[leviossaahxf]

when the shadow spoke, he turned his attention to it, and he realised that it was someone he knew back from hogwarts. now leo did not know who she was personally, but he remembered her face from the hallways, the classes that they had(they probably went to some classes together in the early years he reckoned). a faint smile appeared on his face when she spoke and he nodded in agreement to her. “            yeah, do not get me wrong on this one, war tactics are always good to discuss when there’s.. y’know.. a war going on, but i do really believe that there’s more to it than just sitting there everyday and all day, discussing the same topics, which they never seem to agree on, if we want to have that one the record too,” he chuckled for a second while his eyes went down to the pygmy puff again. “          i rescued this little guy from one of the smaller missions around the area a couple of days ago, he can’t be more than a few weeks old, and they really should be taken care of until they are at least a year old, so i reckoned he does not take up much space, and if the rumors are true, he will sing on boxing day, and i bet we all could use some spirits on that day,”

[leviossaahxf]

as she took another deep breath, she realised that the room were silenced and the feeling of several eyes staring at her, speared into her mind. someone in the back of the room nodded, and to fran’s suprise, someone actually spoke in agreement with her. “       really?” she sighed, a sense of relief filled her up for a second, when she realised that it meant that they had to move again, they had to find a new place to house dozens of wizards and witches, and to be frank, it was not the first time that they had to move because of the death eaters, and back then, the spirit was much higher, people had more hope and believed that they actually could beat them, but in time, the hope that they all had, shrinked more everyday while the numbers of people being murdered, grew. the whole army had stayed in this village for too long, and no matter how much fran wanted to be the one to snatch voldemort’s wand out of his disgusting hands and finish him off once and for all, she knew as much as the next one, that this was not the time. “           i mean.. yes, of course, we are getting outnumbered more each day, and running around here, trying to come up with some masterplan while they are no more than a village away, is not a good idea,” fran looked down at the man who agreed with her, and gave him a little nod. “       we will die if we stay,”

[leviossaahxf]

usually when ella worked as an auror for the ministry of magic, she would get assigments or some sort of direction of who she was looking for and what she was doing, and she did really love it.  yes, it was a hard job sometimes, sending people to azkaban, turning people and objects in to the ministry, while many were guilty and dangerous, some were begging for mercy, and those were the cases that were hard for her, not knowing if they were telling the truth when they were begging or if it was all a show just to get out of it. however the case ended and how bad it was, ella ended up as a good auror, faithful to her ministry, but when the news came that lord voldemort was back, the minister of magic sacked almost everyone who could have any relation to him or anyone on the other side.

after being sacked and then joined the army, some of the people realised ella’s talent for seeking out people, and suggested that she would work as a recruiter, traveling around the country, finding people who would have a fire inside of them to fight against the chaos and misery, and ella agreed to it happily(she couldn’t stand the idea of staying inside the small headquarters for hours each day with so many people, people she was not very fond of either if i may add that). on this day, she was wandering quietly down the streets in london, cautiously brining her hood closer to her face. even though no one was looking for her, she was looking for everyone. someone worth the faith of the army. while her eyes went from person to person, ella forgot to look straight ahead and someone ran into her, making her lose her concentration on her daily mission. “                 fuck, do you mind? someone’s walking here,” she said a little too loud.

[leviossaahxf]

being a big and broad guy, wren got away with most things, no one never bullied him or even dared to try to be on his wrong side, they were not afraid of him because of his skills as a wizard(though those skills were not half bad either), but his skills of kicking their asses. so when the war started, and wren could not help his co-workers despite his desperate attempt to fight them off, not with his spells or his muscles, therefore he had to realise that he had to leave them to die while he saved himself. many had told him that it was not his fault, and saving yourself is not a bad thing, even though wren knew that it was true, his will to believe that it was.

after the incident, wren decided that he was not strong enough, and needed to gain strength, both physical and mental if he would ever stand a chance against the dark lord and his followers. many wizards and witches only relied on their wand, not the strength of their body, which made wren believe that if he worked out harder and did more to become stronger, he and the rest of the army could have the upper hand on them. wren showed some of the younger recruiters how they can fight with their arms and legs instead of their wands a couple of times during the week, and to be fair, he somehow enjoyed it, however, after some hours, the adrenalin went down and he remembered everything again. this day were not different than the rest, so after the recruiters left, he stayed for a while to blow off some steam alone. “           this area is only for training,” he mumbled as he heard someone walking up close. “            or whatever they call it, but either way, it’s over, if ya want to do something else than wave your wand, come back in two days at 9 am,”

[leviossaahxf]

when leo was a student at hogwarts, he quickly became interested in the creatures that he learned about, so it was no suprise when he chose to focus on those subjects that involved with them. he became friends with hagrid who also shared the passion of the magical creatures, and they bonded many nights in hagrid’s hut with his stories and leo paying one-hundred precent attentions to his words. after hogwarts, no job was appealing to his interests, so he just decided to stay home, taking care of the creatures in his village and at his family’s farm. even after the war started and he was parted from his family and friends, leo did not stop to take care of the creatures that came on his way, when they had a pulse, they had the same value as the people, and they deserved to have a fighting chance against the dark lord, just like everyone else had. 

leo found someone who spoke about a resistance against the dark forces after a couple of months on the road alone, and while he was not the biggest fighter or was the best wizard of all time, he believed that the people of dumbledore’s army would be happy to see that he was able to save serveral creatures in the ruined places. one morning, everyone was gathered in the headquarters, most of them were talking about the strategy, but some(included leo) was just around to enjoy the sound of people talking. after being alone with the creatures for so long, he found it peaceful to hear human voices again. leo sat on the couch, listening to the voices while he was holding a purple pygmy puff in his hand and smiling down to it, when he caught a shadow in the corner of his eye. “              i know, very manly of me to sit and play with a little fluffy ball while the others are talking about war,” he said to the shadow without looking. 

[leviossaahxf]

fran woke up from a feverish dream, with her heart almost pounding out of her chest. for months, her mind made her relive the last hour with her fiancè, dean, before he was in the crossfire with some snatchers and other lost wizards. she remember the arguement they had just days before it happened, he wanted to leave, maybe to america or some other country that were safer, while fran insisted that they should stay at home, she still had her job, and she did not want to cross anyone if they were captured. if they did what he wanted, he would be alive, they would be safe and together, and she would not wake up each day to the sight of green lights in her eyes. 

her feet went out of the cranky tiny bed, fran was lucky that when she joined the army, a family gave her shelter nearby the headquarters(not that it was much to brag about, it used to be the home to one of the people in the army, and everyone was so grateful for it). from a good distance, everyone in the hidden village could hear screams and shouts. they were getting closer every day that went by, but no one had began to even talk about leaving and find another place until the army had the strength enough to take on the dark lord. fran decided that everyone had something that woke them up each night, everyone had seen horror by now, but none of them had to wake up to hearing the horror in real life too. she walked over to the headquarters and went into the dining room where usually people sat to discuss their next move. since she joined, she had not said anything to anyone, but it had to change. “            we need to leave,” she spoke with a small stutter in her voice, while her eyes wandered to the people sitting around the table. no one even looked at her. “               oy!    i dont know who’s in charge here at this moment, but the bloody ‘eaters are down by the other village, if we want to keep this a secret for a while longer, we need to leave.. now,”

[leviossaahxf]

marcella “ella” whitworth (jenna coleman) 25 years old. slytherin. 

everyone thought that when the second wizarding war happened, every slytherin would be fighting with lord voldemort or at least share his thoughts and agree with him) however, even though ella had all the shared qualities as many of the previous slytherin students, she believed that there were more to a person than just their house qualities. after graduating from hogwarts, she got a job as an auror at the ministry of magic, and did really love it, but because that she came from a family of slytherin and followers of the dark lord, she got fired before things got out of hand. suddenly, she was out of a job, but she quickly found other wizards and witches who wanted to make a new and better wizarding world, and from that moment, ella became a recruiter for dumbledore’s army.

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wren griffins (luke mitchell) 27 years old. ravenclaw. 

wren was working in the ministry of magic in the department of magical law enforcement before scrimgeour was murdered by voldemort and the ministry was taken over. he barely made it out alive, but his friends and co-workers were not that lucky. several times did wren wish that he did not make it, he had nightmares whenever he slept of the horrible incident that he did not sleep for days after. feeling power and hopeless for a long time, did no good with wren’s mental state, and seeing more and more people suffering in the hands of lord voldemort and his fearless followers, did not help. maybe joining dumbledore’s army was a lost cause for someone who did not have any hope left, but something might change that.

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leopold “leo” night (brenton thwaites) 25 years old. gryffindor. 

former astronomy and magical creatures enthusiast, though he could never find a job in the wizarding world, he never stopped caring for his two passions, even when his father strictly told him to if he wanted to be in the family. when the news about harry potter’s death reached his family, they all went to their safe house, except for leo. he could not leave the creatures alone and defenceless. he heard a rumour about an army were rising, and leo knew that was something he had to be a part of. he had to save the creatures and the defenceless people around him.