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[madeye-mccdy]

Shared Perils

who: open

where: the order of the phoenix headquarters

when: january 16th, 1979

It was the day after the labeled ‘prank’ in Diagon Alley that Alastor found himself within the headquarters of The Order once again. He already put plenty of security measures in place, but this latest event left him reeling. Phoenix feathers, falling from the sky, and softly landing on the doorways of Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, and the Ministry alike - before bursting into flames and vanishing from everyone’s sights.

But what does it mean?

Alastor racked around the question in his own mind, pacing the study portion of their home-base. Knowing that most of The Order had returned, with memories intact, Moody suspected many would come looking for answers. Unfortunately, their leader had yet to provide any substantial responses, leaving Moody to be but a shoulder to cry on and lend a hand to those who asked for it. Which was why he sat in a large armchair, waiting, patiently, for anyone who needed someone who understood their troubles; the shared perils; of living another lifetime - suddenly thrown into another where there were even more questions and dangers than they originally thought...

[uptosomething-snape]

Better to be Over the Hill...

who: open

where: the hopping pot / diagon alley

when: january 9th, 1979

The beginning of this new year had been…tumultuous? Severus pondered over the correct word for it all. Chaotic, certainly. Emotional, of course. And then came the ripple effect thereafter. With practically two decades of memories accompanying the ones of his youth residing and swimming about his mind, made it hard to concentrate on what to do next. Fortunately, he was not the only one to return with their memories of what was to come intact; however, therein lies the rub, Severus thought to himself.

After he woke, the first person Severus went to go see was Dumbledore - hoping for a plan to defeat the Dark Lord that didn’t require the death of Lily Potter, her husband, or her son. Hoping beyond hope that they could take a path similar to one of Regulus Black and destroy Voldemort’s horcruxes in secret; vanquish him for good, once and for all. And yet, that was nothing of how the Headmaster reacted. While Sevreus never outright said he returned to life - back in his younger body - he hinted at unsettling changed. Yet, Dumbledore feigned ignorance, to which Severus - one of Dumbledore’s few friends that could understand his methods and decisions - suspected wasn’t true. But perhaps the Headmaster needed time to get information. For if all of The Order remembered, who was to say that the Death Eaters didn’t remember as well? Until he had more answers, Severus remained low, going about his days as usual when he had begun working as Slughorn’s assistant all those years ago.

Thus, Severus was at the Hopping Pot, letting his hot toddy steep with extra lemon as he enchanted his spoon to stir it slowly while he read. To keep his thoughts from pouring over and retrain his mind, Severus knew he had to focus. Luckily, one of the best ways to do that, was to mull over a spot of hot tea and concentrate on the words scripted upon parchment. This time, he had chosen a book of poetry that his mother often read when she had a moment to herself. Along with a crumpled Daily Prophet due to Miss Skeeter’s rather greasy birthday wishes. He only looked up when he felt a presence near him.

[henrie-abbott]

who: open where: diagon alley when: january 10, 1979

Every time she closed her eyes, the same scene replayed in her head over and over again. The last moments of his life ran in slow motion as a constant reminder of what would happen if she didn't start making the necessary changes in her life. Henriette was more than willing to risk everything for her family from that moment on. Only, just considering changing things became terrifying when she stopped to consider the consequences. Hannah wasn't even born yet, and any misstep would risk her daughter's future. Was it worth the risk of losing her just to protect her? In what world did that make sense?

The warmth emanating from her cup of hot chocolate was the only thing that kept her aware of her surroundings, preventing her from getting lost among the thousands of possibilities swirling around in her mind.

If she really wanted to make a change, she would have to learn to fight back a lot faster—

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

[jcmesfpotter]

the wheel's still in spin - open

when: feb 1 where: the minister’s announcement

James stood against a wall toward the edge of the crowd in the atrium. Of course he was here - it looked like the whole ministry who could get away on their lunch break was here. He knew he’d been a bit less than careful, but he was also in a department where a good chunk of his coworkers were Order members that remembered. Most had been more careful than him, and still the rumors had gotten out. He was as curious as anyone what the minister had to say on it all.

The moment Minchum started talking about stress, James snorted and rolled his eyes. “Bloody knew he would never admit to it,” He murmured, half under his breath. He crossed his arms over his chest. A ball. A fucking ball. Not even properly for charity or anything, just a ball for the mental health of Wizarding Britain. James watched the crowd work itself into a frenzy even as he just stood there and shook his head. “He’s going to regret that, come time for an election.”