Hogwarts Awsome Rpg
Prologue
July 31, Calcria Arnalle Riddle
"Is there no hope? The stars over Scotland are so bright, and yet as I sit in this field on this warm summer night, I only mar the beauty. I am beautiful in way I guess. My looks are not short of mystical, and yet the power I yearn for I fear to obtain. How could it end like this? How could it be that evil truly won? It's not possible, it's not! And yet as I drain my thoughts into this penseive, I realize how truly deep the root of evil has reached. As I sit here, cursing the day Ceaylabelle and I were born, my thoughts return to those long gone. Those who my father killed. How is everything going to be now? It has been barely six months since the war has been over, and yet. I can't forget his face. Any of them. They were all wiped out! And I can still cry about it. That day, in front of Hogwarts, I didn't care. I couldn't care. All I knew is as much as my dream meant to me, as much as it still does, I wanted Dumbledore to succeed. I wanted him to kill my father. But, it didn't happen that way. I remember the look on his face as he died, peaceful. I remember the order of the Phoenix as they were when each one perished. I remember it all. How. How. Why? Six months evil has reined. Six months I have lived with my muggle mother. Everyday wondering when the evil in me will break lose. I can't leave my magical heritage behind. Now I only hide from it. I can't do anything about the way life dealt the cards. I have to live with myself, and the sorrow of thousands upon thousands."
July 31, Amni Shiro Gante
"In this war, victory is the bitter-sweet cup that passes beneath my lips. If I was so strong in my ideals, in the ideals I have been spoon-fed all my life by my parents, would I really be questioning the reasons we won and the cost it came at. Still the battle was six months ago, six months to this day. Mother, Father and Etienne, did they all have to die for this? Voldemort was truly in power, but how much do I care anymore? My cousin Setsuke, lost his family as well, how can he come over to me smiling hand me the silk mask of the deatheater and a glass of wine? Does he not realize the cost was too great? Are we really fighting for the right thing? Does blood really run that deep? Does he have haunting dreams with images he can't explain? What is this person who haunts me crying for help? I can hear the beautiful voice, sweet as a young child's echoing off the corner of my mind. Sometimes singing, sometimes weeping but always the same sad tune. I wish I could find her and wipe away the tears. Or maybe she is me, calling out at the doubts in my heart to rise and realize the right thing. As I take a drink, I smirk realizing that this wine, bought with the blood of innocents, is the proverbial bittersweet cup."
July 31, Hope Evelyn Hartford
"I had the best eleventh birthday ever! My dad owned a small toyshop in Yorkshire, so birthdays were always the best. My mom had made me pancakes for breakfast and all my favorite foods for lunch and dinner. Daddy had closed the store to spend the whole day with his me. My twin half-sisters had even managed to come and spend the day. Life was great. It was great. That is, until 10:00 that night. Lord Voldemort was never fond of muggles, so when his ex-wife married one, he was furious. I remember the flames that burnt both our house and the store on my birthday. I remember Daddy rushing me to our muggle neighbor's house for safety. I remember clutching a stuffed giraffe, a present from her father. The tag on it read "To all my Hope and joy, Love Daddy". I remember a childhood full of happiness and fears."
July31, Katrina Bical
"A certain silence fills these halls since one of the greatest wizards who ever lived gave his life to protect a cause that seemed so hopeless and has proved itself as such. I am so honored and so excited yet, a little nervous. I was at the top of the Ministry of Magic's list of prospective headmasters for Hogwarts, but I can't take the place of Dumbledore. Can I do as good a job as him? I've been a teacher but I'm not sure if I'm ready to take on being a headmistress. I have met with the few professors that stayed and lived; I know they really need me. I'm needed here so much. How can I live up to these expectations? I as walk through these regal corridors, I know this school is special. Great things have happened here and will happen here. This place is important to many people. I feel a new sense of purpose. This school is special to so many people. I can see the stairs to the headmasters office ahead of me. Will it be my own? It never hurts to look."
July 31, Sorceress Demetria Desdemona
"Farragant saved me from a War when I was very little, I don't remember anything before age of 8 when I was involved in a Magic accident and my memory was erased. Farragant has given me the idea to make a change in the Magic World forever. Soon the day will come when Hogwarts will fall, But first we must get the school started again. I will be the assistant headmistress and head of Slytherin. I will also be teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts. Ha! Like what they will learn will save them when the time comes. For the people who will come after me who will write the Histories of this world long after we are gone I have several things to say: One) I am not associated with Voldemort or any of his Death Eaters. Two) The only change that will happen to Hogwarts will be its Magic Alliance. It will change from a school of Light Magic to one of the Dark variety. I can't wait!"
July 31, Farragant
"Demetria still has no idea of her origins and I intend to keep things that way. Soon she will have taken over the school and while the Ministry of Magic is looking into the mess she will have created I will be able to leave Demetria alone and continue with my private plans...."
Prologue
July 31, Calcria Arnalle Riddle
"Is there no hope? The stars over Scotland are so bright, and yet as I sit in this field on this warm summer night, I only mar the beauty. I am beautiful in way I guess. My looks are not short of mystical, and yet the power I yearn for I fear to obtain. How could it end like this? How could it be that evil truly won? It's not possible, it's not! And yet as I drain my thoughts into this penseive, I realize how truly deep the root of evil has reached. As I sit here, cursing the day Ceaylabelle and I were born, my thoughts return to those long gone. Those who my father killed. How is everything going to be now? It has been barely six months since the war has been over, and yet. I can't forget his face. Any of them. They were all wiped out! And I can still cry about it. That day, in front of Hogwarts, I didn't care. I couldn't care. All I knew is as much as my dream meant to me, as much as it still does, I wanted Dumbledore to succeed. I wanted him to kill my father. But, it didn't happen that way. I remember the look on his face as he died, peaceful. I remember the order of the Phoenix as they were when each one perished. I remember it all. How. How. Why? Six months evil has reined. Six months I have lived with my muggle mother. Everyday wondering when the evil in me will break lose. I can't leave my magical heritage behind. Now I only hide from it. I can't do anything about the way life dealt the cards. I have to live with myself, and the sorrow of thousands upon thousands."
July 31, Amni Shiro Gante
"In this war, victory is the bitter-sweet cup that passes beneath my lips. If I was so strong in my ideals, in the ideals I have been spoon-fed all my life by my parents, would I really be questioning the reasons we won and the cost it came at. Still the battle was six months ago, six months to this day. Mother, Father and Etienne, did they all have to die for this? Voldemort was truly in power, but how much do I care anymore? My cousin Setsuke, lost his family as well, how can he come over to me smiling hand me the silk mask of the deatheater and a glass of wine? Does he not realize the cost was too great? Are we really fighting for the right thing? Does blood really run that deep? Does he have haunting dreams with images he can't explain? What is this person who haunts me crying for help? I can hear the beautiful voice, sweet as a young child's echoing off the corner of my mind. Sometimes singing, sometimes weeping but always the same sad tune. I wish I could find her and wipe away the tears. Or maybe she is me, calling out at the doubts in my heart to rise and realize the right thing. As I take a drink, I smirk realizing that this wine, bought with the blood of innocents, is the proverbial bittersweet cup."
July 31, Hope Evelyn Hartford
"I had the best eleventh birthday ever! My dad owned a small toyshop in Yorkshire, so birthdays were always the best. My mom had made me pancakes for breakfast and all my favorite foods for lunch and dinner. Daddy had closed the store to spend the whole day with his me. My twin half-sisters had even managed to come and spend the day. Life was great. It was great. That is, until 10:00 that night. Lord Voldemort was never fond of muggles, so when his ex-wife married one, he was furious. I remember the flames that burnt both our house and the store on my birthday. I remember Daddy rushing me to our muggle neighbor's house for safety. I remember clutching a stuffed giraffe, a present from her father. The tag on it read "To all my Hope and joy, Love Daddy". I remember a childhood full of happiness and fears."
July31, Katrina Bical
"A certain silence fills these halls since one of the greatest wizards who ever lived gave his life to protect a cause that seemed so hopeless and has proved itself as such. I am so honored and so excited yet, a little nervous. I was at the top of the Ministry of Magic's list of prospective headmasters for Hogwarts, but I can't take the place of Dumbledore. Can I do as good a job as him? I've been a teacher but I'm not sure if I'm ready to take on being a headmistress. I have met with the few professors that stayed and lived; I know they really need me. I'm needed here so much. How can I live up to these expectations? I as walk through these regal corridors, I know this school is special. Great things have happened here and will happen here. This place is important to many people. I feel a new sense of purpose. This school is special to so many people. I can see the stairs to the headmasters office ahead of me. Will it be my own? It never hurts to look."
July 31, Sorceress Demetria Desdemona
"Farragant saved me from a War when I was very little, I don't remember anything before age of 8 when I was involved in a Magic accident and my memory was erased. Farragant has given me the idea to make a change in the Magic World forever. Soon the day will come when Hogwarts will fall, But first we must get the school started again. I will be the assistant headmistress and head of Slytherin. I will also be teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts. Ha! Like what they will learn will save them when the time comes. For the people who will come after me who will write the Histories of this world long after we are gone I have several things to say: One) I am not associated with Voldemort or any of his Death Eaters. Two) The only change that will happen to Hogwarts will be its Magic Alliance. It will change from a school of Light Magic to one of the Dark variety. I can't wait!"
July 31, Farragant
"Demetria still has no idea of her origins and I intend to keep things that way. Soon she will have taken over the school and while the Ministry of Magic is looking into the mess she will have created I will be able to leave Demetria alone and continue with my private plans...."