#silenceisoverrated

[bonafideedgar]

🎵 - Amelia

An "ouch" choice and I apologize, but Edgar would want Amelia to know he wouldn't want her to take blame for any of it.

[perniciouspotter]

Date: June 24th, 1984, morning stakeout Location: York, England @silenceisoverrated​

James didn’t know for sure how Amelia felt about being his partner for the mission, but she didn’t seem the type to particular enjoy company like him, so he could’ve made an educated guess. They were walking along the perimeter of the small bundle of trees on the opposite side of the townhouse that looked like every other one attached to it in rows. James kept forgetting which one it was, but that might’ve not mattered since street activity was just as much important here. 

He had his wand in his hand, Muggle clothing on, and wasn’t being all that discreet about it because they were covered by the leaves. Not to mention - his wand was his weapon here and keeping it in his pocket wouldn’t do any good. If any Muggle say them, they’d probably assume he was just messing with a stick from the small grouping of woods.

“I hate this part,” he said out loud, absently. “The waiting. Feeling like we’re just reacting instead of acting.”

[bonafideedgar]

A silvery badger (much to Amelia’s chagrin) makes its way to Edgar, circling around him before perching on his shoulder. The slightest hint of nervousness can be heard in Amelia’s voice up until being replaced with yelling: “Team got sidelined by dementors. I’m fine but may not make it back to the estate when you — FUCKING HELL POTTER’S PATRONUS IS A FREAKING DRAGON THERE’S NO WAY THE MUGGLES DIDNT SEE THAT.”

Edgar froze as he watched his sister's patronus approached him, hand coming up to touch it as it landed on his shoulder. He listened, feeling fear and a bit of awe at her last part in equal amounts before the fear took over at dementors. He needed to focus on the task at hand, but he still struggled a bit to produce a patronus at the thought of what Amelia was facing. Eventually he pictured his sister as he managed to send her one back. His little ferret leapt away toward York with a message to give Amelia when it arrived, hoping it would glow rather brightly as it arrived: "We've had a little trouble here too but nothing like that. Stay safe. I love you, sis. I'll... I'll see you back at the safe house."

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[ofemmevance]

Location: Prewett Estate  Date: June 25th, 1984, sometime in the afternoon @silenceisoverrated​

Emme was still exhausted and recovering from yesterday, but she had come by the estate to check up on Lily and to see what was going on. It wasn’t technically her shift in the infirmary, but she felt weird, not being there. And well...her parents weren’t very pleased with her after she was out all night with James, Marlene, and Gideon. So she didn’t really want to be at home. Emme was really starting to think that it was time to move out again and get her own place, although the thought...did scare her. So maybe not. Maybe she wasn’t ready to be on her own. 

Standing in the kitchen, Emme had grabbed a glass of water and she was thinking about going through the cupboards to find something to eat when she heard a noise behind her. The memory of Regulus standing there, and their argument came to mind, and she nervously turned to see who it was. Relief flooded her when she saw that it was Amelia Bones. Emme had always liked the older Ravenclaw, even if they didn’t get the chance to see each other very often. Thoughts of Edgar came to mind when she saw her. How was he doing? She had planned on sending him an owl later to check in.

“Hey,” Emme greeted her. “I’m surprised to see you here, it’s been pretty quiet. I think everyone’s still sleeping. How is Edgar doing today?”

[speakablyundoner-rr]

June 24th, 1984, shortly after leaving Potter York,  Near Aidan Grant’s House @silenceisoverrated

Tracking back the way Potter had come, Robyn kept an eye out for Bones as she watched the huddled clumps of Dementors that were looking for another opening to attack. She’d let her Patronus fade away—no need to drain herself by keeping it constantly up yet, especially as they were giving her some space. The downside to that, of course, was feeling the icy fingers of dread trying to find new purchase in her mind. Not overt enough an attack to rehabilitate her, but a constant warning and reminder to not let her guard down.

A flash of light send another cluster of Dementors scattering and Robyn changed course to head straight there. “Bones!” she called out before she was in easy hexing distance. No need to startle the wix more and end up on the wrong end of her wand. “I’m here as backup—Andromeda Tonks is as well. I ran into Potter on the way here, he said you were alone. Are you all right?”

[perniciouspotter]

Date: June 24th, 1984, immediately after the chill Location: York, UK self para/summary feat. @silenceisoverrated , @pspettigrew , @ofemmevance& @helloxhestia

The first thing James thought about when he saw the dementors was, perhaps ironically, Peter. Peter, who he was still cross with; Peter, who was still his friend. And Peter... who could not produce a patronus. 

The second thing James thought about before sprinting off to find said friend was headquarters. The dementors were still far enough away that he had time before his own patronus would have to reach them. There weren’t a ton of Muggles out and about - but the ones that were roaming the streets were cowering, hiding, confusion etched across their features. The dementors weren’t stopping (yet), just gliding past them towards the Order members as though they were the targets.

He didn’t think much about the fact that he was leaving Amelia alone as he ran off, his wand already outstretched from having it out in the brush of the trees. He hadn’t produced a patronus since he got back - and he’d never had to do one in front of a dementor before - but he was fucking determined. 

The normal memories didn’t come. It wasn’t Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily, and Dorcas in the common room that came to him. It wasn’t gallivanting around Hogwarts with his mates he remembered. Instead, he pictured Emmeline. In his vision, she wasn’t clean or healthy - she had her eyes screwed shut to ward off thoughts of whatever the Death Eaters had put in her head that day. There were bars between him, but he was talking to her. And maybe this would seem a deary memory to draw upon - the opposite of what was needed - but then Emmeline came back to him in his vision.

She smiled and - 

A FLASH OF SILVER.

Only... 

James was confused. From his wand wasn’t the familiar stag. It was something much, much larger that spouted from the tip of the wood, but just as bright. The Muggles would see it - or maybe they wouldn’t? James didn’t know about Muggles and patronuses, nor did he think anyone had studied it much. But James couldn’t help anything now as the new patronus raced away to deliver the message to Jones. It did not gallop about - it did not look majestically of the forest. Instead, it was huge and ferocious and terrifying. It shot silver flames from it’s mouth as it went towards the sky to headquarters.

A fucking dragon.