Spell 004 | Harry Potter |

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry's locked in a room where there are no definite doors and the walls are solid white aside from the very obvious writing all over the walls. He's holding a strange looking quill and blood is pouring from his hand as he's clearly written 'I must not tell lies' all over the room- walls, ceiling, and floor are covered in blood-red lettering. ]

[ He drops the quill and looks around again, in a far corner there's a tombstone and a freshly dug grave. Harry moves over to it to see who's grave it is, a sinking feeling in his stomach tells him he knows exactly who's it is. ]

Here lies Cedric Diggory. Died in a tragic accident

[ Harry stares numbly at the Tombstone as Anger starts to build, his fingers twitching to grab his wand. ]

'Has it sunk in yet?'

[ A sickening voice like poisoned honey sounds from all around the room. And before he's even aware of what he's doing Harry has his wand-]

Reducto!

[ The tombstone blasts into pieces. ]




(( No theme this time. Just depressing stuff that's on Harry's mind >: ))

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[theycallhersunshine]

[Standing quietly in the corner opposite the now blasted tombstone, just quietly observing for a moment.]

[Then...] "Reducto", hm? That's an odd sort of word choice, isn't it? Latin base, French origins from the word reducier... to hear it, the definition one would think to best fit the word would be "diminish", but the action hardly seems to befit the definition, does it?

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry jolts at the sudden voice-he had been under the impression he was alone before glancing around and quickly locating to source- his hand shaking with fury as well as the unbelievable pain in his bleeding hand. ]

It's the reductor curse.

[theycallhersunshine]

[Stepping closer, hands tucked behind her back and playing up the harmless female act for him. Look Harry, she's so small and pretty, she couldn't possibly be dangerous.]

It's an understatement is what it is. [She pulls one hand from behind her back and points at Harry's bleeding hand.] And I suppose that is what one might call an overstatement.

[hero_complexed]

That? [ Harry glances down at his hand in disgust. ] That's from detention.

[theycallhersunshine]

Detention? What sort of lies would one have to tell to warrent something like that?

[waterfell]

[Ami steps out from a spot in the shadows. She knows what was on the tombstone. She knows it's the same name as the boy Harry was looking for.

She knows guilt, though she'd never admit the last. Her voice, firm and steady, even loud, calls him back from the panic and the numbness.

Harry Potter.

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry quickly jerks at the sudden realization he's not alone. However he doesn't take his eyes off the place the tombstone had just been. He's shaking horribly from rage, a sick feeling of guilt that's curled its way into his stomach, and pain as his hand continues to bleed. ]

It's a lie.

Cedric didn't die in an accident. He was murdered. Lord Voldemort killed him.

[waterfell]

[It isn't the same guilt. Ami steps forward, looks Harry over, might be deciding just what to do or what to say. It bothers her, to see someone's pain written so literally on the walls, to see the mess it leaves behind, to see the trappings and the madness of guilt.

It's her own.

Finally, she reaches for his hand, wordless, the gesture careful and slow.]

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry just stands there, just shaking and seething. The idea that the ministry could ever try and write it off as an accident is more than he can handle. ]

Why won't-why won't anyone believe it?

[waterfell]

[For the same reason her truth isn't believed, either; and so, she answers him both bluntly and honestly. As he hasn't moved away, she takes his hand to bind the wound, using a blue cloth to wrap around his palm. It's damp against the skin, and the water dampening it has pain-relieving and healing properties.]

They don't want to believe it. If they refuse, they can pretend their own destruction isn't coming.

[plotdeviceturk]

Destroying things won't bring anyone back.

[Don't ask where Tseng came from, he's just so very very calm because he's been here before Harry. People have died because he couldn't save them either and it hurts.

Sadly, he is terrible at talking about emotions. Ever.]

[hero_complexed]

I'm not trying to bring anyone back!

[ Turning so fast ]

It's a lie! It's an insult!

[plotdeviceturk]

I'm not arguing with you that it isn't.

[He sighs, wishing for something not covered in blood to lean on.]

The majority of the population would rather believe a lie that makes them feel safe than admit that their world is falling apart at the seams. You know the truth, those who truly matter to you know the truth as well.

Prepare yourselves for the inevitable and pray everyone else sees reason before it's too late.

[hero_complexed]

It's already too late. You think Voldemort's going to hold back on someone because they don't believe he's back? And Percy left home because of-[ He can't even finish the sentence, just turns back around and tries to calm himself ]

[plotdeviceturk]

That's their own stupidity then.

[Tseng's only a bit calloused and ambivialnt towards the majority of humanity Harry.]

Worry about the people who matter to you, not the entire planet.

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor sits near by, hands in his lap, legs crossed as he simply listens in on what is happening. Oh, he knows very well the circumstances. Though he's not entirely certain he should be where he is. ]

[hero_complexed]

[ The tombstone is reduced to rubble and Harry turns to kick something nice and hard to maybe quell his anger but stops just short at the side the Doctor. ...How did he get in? ]

Oh.

[thatoldthatkind]

[ Don't ever ask, Harry. You probably don't want to know. ]

'Ello, Harry.

[hero_complexed]

I-I'm sorry I didn't-er.. hello.

[ The sudden realization that he wasn't alone kind of makes him feel a little ashamed of his behavior but at the same time that tombstone was a complete lie that he couldn't feel sorry for exploding it to bits. ]

...You didn't.. see that.. did you?

[thatoldthatkind]

I did. But, it's alright. It'll be our little secret.

[ The Doctor smiles fondly. ]

[tasercopter]

Writing in blood? Seriously? [Reno studies the walls, unimpressed, and seems equally unimpressed as she glances at his magic tombstone blasting. Great. Not that she disapproves of vandalism, but come on...]

Nice redecorating, kid. Can't you blow a hole in the wall instead? I'd like to get out of here.

[She shakes her head at the walls again.] Nothing wrong with lying, that's what makes the world go round.

[hero_complexed]

It isn't lie! [ He turns to yell at whoever, anger bubbling as it's reaching level like it's overflowing. ]They're the ones that are lying!

[tasercopter]

For one thing, settle down.

[Seriously.]

For another, I don't care. [Shrug.] If you ain't lying, who cares if somebody says you are? What's the big deal? People think I'm lying all the time.

[hero_complexed]

I care! I care that I'm being called a liar-I care that they're saying Cedric died in accident when the truth is he was murdered. He wasn't even out of school yet and he just-how can anyone sleep at night knowing that they're lying about it?

[tasercopter]

Yelling about it helps a lot, I bet.

[Eyeroll.]

Just do something about it. Prove em wrong instead of whining about it. [Another shrug.] People die. Kids in school die. Liars and hypocrites have the sweetest dreams after doing way worse that. Welcome to life and the human race.