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poly_chromatic2013-04-10 09:38 pm
bibliophile_annex) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-04-10 09:38 pm
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Cave Inimicum [Video/Dream Action]
[Amongst the variety of dreams that are currently peppering the network, Hermione's dream will probably seem quite loud. And bright. Within the confines of her dream a war is raging. People that you know - and, in some cases, know well - are falling as they succumb to jets of emerald green or an angry, vivid red. Yet you can't help them.
You have a greater task at hand - one that will decide the outcome of this war.
Dodging a spell aimed at you, you hide yourself behind some rubble and glance around cautiously. The warmth of someone you care for greatly gives you comfort, but not much. Any minute he could be ripped from you.
You have no choice; you have to fight.
Gripping your wand, you hurry from your hiding place and run down a great stone corridor. Even though there are great chunks missing from the walls - thanks to errant spells - the ancient beauty of one of the many corridors of Hogwarts is apparent.
There are so many memories hidden away in every corner of the castle.
You can't let them have it.
Especially not when your best friend is - ]
Ron, look at the map. We need to find Harry and help him destroy -
Right, right, I'm on it.
[You practically hold your breath as you wait for him to pull out the map and whisper: "I Solemnly Swear that I am up to No Good." When the ink appears on the surface of the parchment, you look over his shoulder and spot Harry. Pointing out the dot that represents your best friend, you are about to give an approximation for his location when...
He vanishes. Puzzled, you glance at your...well...boyfriend and gape.]
Ron, I...
Remember when you said the Room of Requirement doesn't show up on the map?
That's...right. I did. [You are clearly amazed that he remembered your words. Amazed and flattered.] You...remember?
Brilliant.
[There will, hopefully, be time for more later. Without another word, both of you hurry off to the left into an intersecting corridor. Once you reach a tapestry of what looks like trolls learning ballet, you and your companion begin to pace, thinking only of what you need most.
A doorway opens behind the tapestry. Pushing aside the rather comical fabric, you open the door and hurry inside. After a good deal of searching, you finally find a boy with messy black hair.]
Is it in here, Harry?
[He nods sharply and approaches a box. All of the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you stare in horror. As the box is opened, you finally lay eyes on it.
Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem and a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul. The diadem resonates oddly and, even if one isn't touching it, it has the tendency (like Lord Voldemort's other Horcruxes) to make one feel...ill. Your stomach turns and you know you will have no trouble destroying this particular piece of history.
Everything begins to swirl. There's a great fire that morphs itself into phoenixes, serpents and even dragons. You feel a rush of wind on your face as well as the heat from the flames.
What follows is a confusing jumble of shouts, crashes and then, finally, an unsettling image of Lord Voldemort himself, clothed in a black robe, smirking predatorily.]
You have a greater task at hand - one that will decide the outcome of this war.
Dodging a spell aimed at you, you hide yourself behind some rubble and glance around cautiously. The warmth of someone you care for greatly gives you comfort, but not much. Any minute he could be ripped from you.
You have no choice; you have to fight.
Gripping your wand, you hurry from your hiding place and run down a great stone corridor. Even though there are great chunks missing from the walls - thanks to errant spells - the ancient beauty of one of the many corridors of Hogwarts is apparent.
There are so many memories hidden away in every corner of the castle.
You can't let them have it.
Especially not when your best friend is - ]
Ron, look at the map. We need to find Harry and help him destroy -
Right, right, I'm on it.
[You practically hold your breath as you wait for him to pull out the map and whisper: "I Solemnly Swear that I am up to No Good." When the ink appears on the surface of the parchment, you look over his shoulder and spot Harry. Pointing out the dot that represents your best friend, you are about to give an approximation for his location when...
He vanishes. Puzzled, you glance at your...well...boyfriend and gape.]
Ron, I...
Remember when you said the Room of Requirement doesn't show up on the map?
That's...right. I did. [You are clearly amazed that he remembered your words. Amazed and flattered.] You...remember?
Brilliant.
[There will, hopefully, be time for more later. Without another word, both of you hurry off to the left into an intersecting corridor. Once you reach a tapestry of what looks like trolls learning ballet, you and your companion begin to pace, thinking only of what you need most.
A doorway opens behind the tapestry. Pushing aside the rather comical fabric, you open the door and hurry inside. After a good deal of searching, you finally find a boy with messy black hair.]
Is it in here, Harry?
[He nods sharply and approaches a box. All of the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you stare in horror. As the box is opened, you finally lay eyes on it.
Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem and a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul. The diadem resonates oddly and, even if one isn't touching it, it has the tendency (like Lord Voldemort's other Horcruxes) to make one feel...ill. Your stomach turns and you know you will have no trouble destroying this particular piece of history.
Everything begins to swirl. There's a great fire that morphs itself into phoenixes, serpents and even dragons. You feel a rush of wind on your face as well as the heat from the flames.
What follows is a confusing jumble of shouts, crashes and then, finally, an unsettling image of Lord Voldemort himself, clothed in a black robe, smirking predatorily.]
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He sees everything through the eyes of the dreamer, knows the people around him as if they're his friends, and he appears to know exactly what's happening and what he's got to do.
Until he doesn't. It's as if he suddenly wakes up, but he's still dreaming, lost in a world he doesn't recognise, holding a fighting stance as if he expects something else to come his way. But this isn't any place he knows, these people aren't his friends or his family, and the more he comes back to himself, the more confused and disoriented he becomes.
He looks at the girl - Hermione, he vaguely remembers the name on the device, a distant memory that's right there but not within reach - and he's wearing a questioning expression, as if waiting for answers. ]
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Who are you? [It's hardly the time or place for a chit chat.] I suggest you find cover quickly.