It had been a week since the election of Helena Rosier to Senior Undersecretary, the people were looking forward to peace and prosperity and the months ahead at the end of which they’d choose a new Minister for Magic. Having one piece of the puzzle made everyone feel better, safer, more prepared for what was to come. The fear and uncertainty had begun to dissipate as a relative calm fell over Wizarding England. War seemed a far off concept, something of the (recent) past, not the sort of thing that creeps up on the innocent, unsuspecting and safe in the arms of the natural world order. It was this moment the blow came, as if from behind, no one saw it coming. Oh, but they should have.
Emmeline Vance was a formidable woman, she was a weapon forged from sorrow and pain and it was her intent to eradicate half breeds and their kin from the face of the earth. This was not the mask she presented in polite society, not with the cruelty and fire she felt running through her veins as her plan fell into place, perfect and deadly. The blood moon, the blue moon, two in one. If it had been the normal sort of thing it was meant to be everyone would have been fine.
St. Mungos had set up a staging area for those citizens afflicted, the ones who wanted wolfsbane, the ones who wished to be kept safe. But Emmeline knew better, those creatures didn’t want safety, they wanted bloodshed and carnage and destruction, and oh she was going to give it to them. With the help of her own followers, those Opposition fanatics she had learned to put to good use, they had tampered with the hospital’s supply of wolfsbane, rendering the potion useless. Within hours of sunset the place would be overrun. Though they had prepared a fine cage for the beasts the locks were somehow broken, not by magic but sheer strength it seemed, those docile beasts breaking free of their restraints and filling the night with howling and screams.
But that wasn’t the only area of disaster, oh no, Emmeline couldn’t risk it not being horrific enough. She and her followers had been taking people from the street, innocent wixen, those too poor or too unimportant, those that wouldn’t be missed and turning them. One werewolf became twelve, became fifty-three and suddenly she had a bloodthirsty and uncontrollable army. They filled these poor souls with hate, tormenting them until they were nothing but the feral beasts they harbored and setting them loose on quiet suburban neighborhoods as the blue blood moon rose high in the night sky.
By sunrise the mist was filled with the scent of blood. Emmeline woke sound in her bed at home, filled with the knowledge she had damned Remus Lupin and his little Uprising, full to the brim with a smug superiority. It did not occur to her that she had, by her own hand and choice, slain innocents; innocents like her own mother. That she had afflicted dozens more with a curse. It did not occur to her that she was more a beast than any of them. She rose to flick on the news to see chaos, fires raging, mothers crying and the snarling of a werewolf on a badly shot camera phone.
Remus Lupin woke naked in his cage, one sturdily built, magicked, well guarded by his friends who all looked terror stricken and pale, news stations on every available monitor, phones ringing in every pocket. He got dressed quickly and began to understand the horrors that had befallen London while he slept as a wolf in a cage. If he did not find himself dead or in Azkaban by lunch he would be lucky and his campaign had all but crumbled. Many in the Uprising had abandoned the castle and the rumours that Remus himself had ordered the strikes, orchestrated the attacks, swirled in the air as he collapsed to the stone floor.
Rodolphus Lestrange was shaken awake by his brother, pulling a sweater over his ragged locks as Rabastan turned on the enormous screen he had in his bedroom, the sun barely sneaking between the curtains. Mass panic ensued and Rodolphus quickly abandoned the sweater for a shower and a suit. Rabastan was already dressed and Evan was waiting at the ministry when they arrived, they had to make a statement immediately but no one could find Severus Snape.
Alecto Carrow stirred, her murky green eyes slitting open to unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment she panicked but she placed herself as quickly, Severus Snape’s basement, the cage he had built holding up, though she credited the Wolfsbane he’d supplied her with with half the credit. She was naked and didn’t blush as she saw him in the room, dressing in the clothes he had provided. Outside she heard emergency sirens begin to wail and fear ripped through her, had they been caught?
Helena Rosier sat in a dark exam room, Ted Tonks’s arms wrapped around her heaving shoulders. Both of them were red with trauma, both of them working that night. It was supposed to have been Helena’s last shift. The girl was full of grief and anger, not sure which one to allow out, they were both too tired to distinguish emotions for too long. Loved ones hadn’t been called and Ted’s mind drifted to Regulus as Helena whispered his name, sending a text that wasn’t going through, the towers overloaded with desperate calls to loved ones.
If not already awake with the horror, everyone rose that morning to a new world, one where werewolves could destroy cul de sacs and rip apart soccer moms, where howling caused grown men to wet themselves and St. Mungos, hit harder than anywhere else, reeked of blood.
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this is our full moon event. We realize the blue blood moon was the 31st but we wanted an event surrounding it. This event took place over the night of the full moon. It will begin friday as soon as it is published and will end monday @pm est.
1. Please please tag threads appropriately, this event is rather dark and involves heavy themes of violence so please tag everything and use read mores as necessary.
2. Threads may begin with the sun setting for the full moon, they can take place during the evening, the night, the morning and day after. As there is a lot of confusion in events like these we encourage your character to be somewhere odd, especially if they rushed to help.
3. Alecto Carrow was locked up and had no involvement, neither did Remus Lupin as his friends can vouch that he was also locked up the entire time.
4. the use of npcs is allowed and encouraged
5. communications the morning after the full moon are down, so texts won’t send, calls won’t connect. The old fashioned way is barely working with many owls spooked and many people too distraught to send a patronus with a message. Apparition has been suspended for the time being and floo networks are closed. (Severus Snape, Rodolphus Lestrange or Evan Rosier may make this announcement).
6. NO ONE knows about Emmeline’s involvement, not even Rodolphus and no one even suspects. The followers she involved and people she turned are, at current, npcs and may be used by Emmeline for plotting and other purposes for this event.
7. The world at large believes Remus Lupin is at fault, there will be consequences. Many members of the Uprising are also under suspicion and warrants should be issued by the authorities by sunrise. This does not include double agents such as Helena Rosier and Evan Rosier. If your character is Uprising and thinks they would have been outside Hogwarts they can logically have been arrested. Rodolphus Lestrange would surely like them all brought in for questioning.
8. The werewolves involved in the attack have either been captured and put in azkaban without trial or killed on sight, per the orders of the wizengamot. Only Helena can officially challenge this authority at this point.
9. The death toll continues to rise as the sun does, no one has an exact account but it is believed to be near 1237 by eight am the morning after.
10. Participation in this event is optional! WE understood not all members may want or be able to partake and that is okay! However, previous threads should be wrapped up as this event changes the course of the rp and sets the stage for war.
11. Please tag starters and self paras with #FULLMOON18