A Harry Potter Quest: He who was not
- Thread starter Tabula Rasa
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It's not like they are walking in the hallways, though, and they'll leave sooner or later. We're not gonna face Dementors unless we choose too or do something stupid like exploring the forest on our own.
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- Australia
[X] Blue Wideye Potion
NúmenoreanNazgûl
Witch-King
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- Minas Morgul
[x] Red Wideye Potion I
- Location
- Night's Plutonian Shore
Tally.
- Location
- Germany
Fuck, If you knew how good something like this feels. Thank you for being around on this quest as well! It's good to have some familiar faces around.
You caught it.
I believe Canon had Hufflepuff against Gryffindor first? I'm not too sure, but yeah things are not exactly like they were in canon anymore and it will just get further away from canon as time goes on.
Right now you're on your own journey though.
Nothing available to you really. You know some people with influence, but only because you grew up with them. They will be introduced later in the story.
rofl:
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
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- USA
Lets hope we don't somehow accidentally ourselves into the Goblet of Fire. And if we do to remember to run very, very fast at any sign of graveyards.Fuck, If you knew how good something like this feels. Thank you for being around on this quest as well! It's good to have some familiar faces around.
You caught it.
I believe Canon had Hufflepuff against Gryffindor first? I'm not too sure, but yeah things are not exactly like they were in canon anymore and it will just get further away from canon as time goes on.
Right now you're on your own journey though.
Nothing available to you really. You know some people with influence, but only because you grew up with them. They will be introduced later in the story.
Also yeah, we bout to do something stupid huh?
- Location
- Spain
I have to say @Tabula Rasa that I loved your first quest and so far I am enjoying this one just as much.
I have a couple of questions about our MC and the repercussions of his actions in the Wizarding World.
1 Since the whole, Sally Anne incident managed to become the Prophet and Jacob is a pretty well known person now, What is the reaction of the Department of Mysteries to Jacob? Have them shortlisted him as a future recruit for his incredible results at merely 13 years? Or do they hate him for finding one of the most unique magic anomalies of the century and ending it before they had the time to properly study it?
2 What has been Dumbledore´s reaction to the whole ordeal? I am pretty sure that he would have liked to at least have a word with Jacob if only to take a measure of him, maybe even think of him as a new possible recruit for the Order...
3 What is the reaction to the news in our Hometown? That the only child in what is basically a retirement colony is in the cover of the Daily Prophet?
I have a couple of questions about our MC and the repercussions of his actions in the Wizarding World.
1 Since the whole, Sally Anne incident managed to become the Prophet and Jacob is a pretty well known person now, What is the reaction of the Department of Mysteries to Jacob? Have them shortlisted him as a future recruit for his incredible results at merely 13 years? Or do they hate him for finding one of the most unique magic anomalies of the century and ending it before they had the time to properly study it?
2 What has been Dumbledore´s reaction to the whole ordeal? I am pretty sure that he would have liked to at least have a word with Jacob if only to take a measure of him, maybe even think of him as a new possible recruit for the Order...
3 What is the reaction to the news in our Hometown? That the only child in what is basically a retirement colony is in the cover of the Daily Prophet?
- Location
- Germany
Your name didn't appear in any of the articles. Some people may know of you because they have relatives at the school, but they don't think of Jacob as a catalyst for the event. You've chosen to stay silent and ever give out any information and the teachers keep their mouths shut.
So there is lots of speculation by the students, but nothing tangible.
Next update is already finished. But don't expect too much out of Dumbledore. You are one out of a hundred exceptional students he's had over the decades.
And you are not Harry Potter. He has many other things on his mind these days.
You haven't written your parents since then, nor is there any article with your name on it. So they don't know for sure.
But you suspect that they know that you were involved somehow, because you were asking about mind magics in your last letter.
DarkKing98
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We're number 100? Neat!
Ah so to make him notice us clearly we need to Exceed Expectations in multiple subjects by the middle of fourth year.
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Fair enough, with the Dementors in Hogwarts, the Ministry screwing around and the whole thing that Sirius Black (supposedly) trying to kill Harry he is pretty much to busy to deal with Jacob as he would have liked it.
That being said, I also enjoy that our MC is not trying to become Besties with the main trio, since that has been done too many times already. But I would love to become friends with Luna ASAP, because she is, well, Luna.
Man, Jacob defining traits is being absurdly curious and not being afraid of dying, that is the most dangerous combination since chronic cough and acute diarrhea.
The question is it, not IF Jacob is going to do something stupidly dangerous, dangerously stupid or both it is WHEN.
Seriously Jacob has the potential of being a much worse troublemaker than the Weasley Twins.
The thing is that Jacob would probably try to put either his name or the name of another student in the Globet, simply because he would want to test if he can.
But if things go according to Canon, I am pretty sure we will be recruited by one of the Hogwarts candidates, since being the guy who solves mysteries seem to have become our official moniker.
DarkKing98
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It's not that he doesn't fear dying. It's just he doesn't fear death if that makes any sense. He'll embrace his death when the time comes, but he will want to live a long fulfilling life too.
Pempelune
Fanfiction Deep State
Sorry
Jacob doesn't do "friends"
Kufufu
Adequate at best
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- What's it to ya?
I think you may be misunderstanding, we aren't "amazingly special" or "somone to keep an eye on" by any means. We are currently barely passing our classes, have the emotional complexity of a walnut and have done a grand total of one noteworthy thing during our stay in Hogwarts, somthing that almost no one witnessed in person barring mcgonagall and a few students who were in the grand hall at the time.
We are honestly less noteworthy then nearly headless Nick. Ain't no body got time for us!
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DarkKing98
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I'm currently planning out a plan for next month. If we're not getting anything to replace the secret exits in Hogwarts this upcoming month we could sacrifice four actions to get two more personal and do things with them. I'm thinking of spending two personal actions each on expelliramus and Protego in an effort to get them in the first round and considering the fifth to be used to get Avifors. Thoughts?
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I would say that that is an additional reason to keep an eye on us.
Even for a Genius like Hermione or Cedric, to manage to find out something that no one noticed in 200 years, a ghost capable of resurrecting herself for months and who could block memories from herself in both students and teachers alike, and to manage to defuse the situation in which it seemed like an Obscurial went loose in Hogwarts would be nothing short of extraordinary.
But all that wasn´t achieved by a genius! It was all achieved by an antisocial Ravenclaw bum!
The fact that a "mediocre" student did all that makes it ten times more extraordinary than if a genius managed to pull that of, and just for that reason it seems that entering a few "someone to keep an eye on" lists would be as a very logical thing to do.
2.5 October, 1993
- Location
- Germany
[ ] Blue Wideye Potion – Learning the Awakening Potion gave you an idea; it is clear that some of the ingredients act as a suppressant for tiredness and sleepiness. If you tweak the recipe and try to understand how the ingredients interact with each other… you may be able to make the potion more useful. If taken, it gives you one Personal Action more per potion. Can only safely consume one dose per month. (Requires Awakening Potion learned & Potion skill of at least P-), Cost for ingredients: 5 Galleons, DC: 200 & 1 Vial of Acromantula Venom
Present Date: 20th October 1993
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
It was Wednesday when the single most powerful wizard in the world returned to his chair at the back end of the Great Hall and in the center of the large table. For three weeks his seat had stayed vacant, provoking rumors to spread throughout Hogwarts like an epidemic, reaching so far as to even merit one or the other speculating article in the tabloids some of the Ravenclaws liked to talk about in the common room.
On one hand, it had helped you drop out of the focus as the students had been able to latch onto the next more interesting story, on the other hand… it showed you how fickle their interest was. You could get losing attention for something, but losing interest without ever having gotten a satisfying answer?
That you could not empathize with.
Looking up from your place at the Ravenclaw table, you watched the headmaster talk to Professor McGonagall. Where he had not looked older than seventy just a month earlier, now you could see the full weight of the one-hundred-and-twelve years the headmaster carried on his shoulders. Where he usually looked healthy and always carried a twinkle in his eye, now Dumbledore looked scraggy, old and tired. His face had sunken and his eyes were framed by deep shadows.
The aura of absoluteness and confidence that he had emitted with every breath was gone, leaving back an old man who looked like he would be in need of house-care soon.
"What happened to him?" you heard Terry Boot ask Anthony Goldstein over the table. The blonde-haired Ravenclaw boy sitting next to you took a moment to turn around and take a look at the teachers table.
"He looks half dead", Anthony said as he turned back to look at Terry. "You think he's been poisoned?" he added, before trying to bite into his sandwich again. His teeth closed around the bread in his hand, before you saw him hesitate and consider the meaning of his own words.
"By whom?", Terry asked back. You didn't need to raise your head from the plate in front of you to imagine the expression of morbid glee he would have on his face that would match the intrigue in his voice.
"Don't know", Anthony said. The sandwich in his hand was discarded back into the plate before him, seemingly having lost his appetite. "Snape?"
"Nah", Michael Corner said from Terry's right, jumping into the discussion. "It has to be Professor Lupin. I mean he will need some sort of reason to leave the school at the end of the year", he said.
Your kneejerk reaction to anything that came out of Michael's mouth was to loath and dismiss it. His presence was just something that you really could not endure for too long at a time. For once though, he might have said something of intelligence. Even if it what he meant by it was wrong in the end, there was a good question hidden in between that idiocy.
What happened to the DADA professors every year? Was it something alike Sally-Anne? Was there magic at play and how long had it been going on already?
"Dumbledore is the strongest wizard alive", a female voice said from somewhere to your left. You looked up in surprise to see Padma Patil lean over the table to not have to raise her voice for the boys to hear her. "There is no way that he was simply poisoned."
With bitter agony did you realize that you were sitting right in between the boys and the girl's group of your Ravenclaw year. When the heads of all nine third-year Ravenclaws turned to each other to start a discussion as to what had happened to Dumbledore, you regretted ever having walked into the hall.
"Poison is poison", Terry said, leaning into the table as well, now almost touching heads with Su Li who was sitting to his left and directly across from you. "You could be Rowena Ravenclaw for all that I care, but no one is immune to poison."
"You're looking at this all wrong", Padma said. "He's away and out of the castle for other business all of the time. I think Dumbledore is always out catching Dark Wizards… maybe one of them got him in the end", she said. Both Lisa Turpin sitting next to her and Morag Macdougal who sat on your side of the table nodded in agreement.
The fact that you were even following the conversation made you feel uneasy. It was as if the spaces to your left – where the last Ravenclaw girl, Mandy Brocklehurst, was sitting – and to your right – where Anthony Goldstein was steadily coming closer from – were getting smaller with every passing second.
Ten Ravenclaw third-years sitting next to each other and the only two that weren't really participating in the conversation were you and Stephen Cornfoot who sat between Su Li and Lisa Turpin. There was at least one person you could rely on at this table…
"I think it looks like a case of Hungarian dragon fever", Stephen then said, as if he had read your thoughts.
Traitor.
"He has been away for three weeks. That's exactly the time my uncle spent in bed when he caught it. The potions heal you, but they also eat away at your health", he said.
Bloody traitor. There was no one that respected the need for silence and solitude anymore. No one who knew how important it was to eat in peace and not having to stress over nine people talking over the table for the simple purpose of stressing you.
You were ready to drop your food and just stand up and go. Even with your stomach still half empty, there was no way that you could ever continue eating between all of this excitement.
Letting your fork fall into the plate in front of you, you grabbed the wand that you had dropped on the table and tried to stand up, only to be stopped by a word that should have never fallen in this kind of situation:
"Jacob", Terry said suddenly. When you looked up to him, you felt a terror almost as great as you had felt looking into eight black Acromantula eyes in complete darkness and surrounded by nothing but danger.
"What?" you asked, dumbfounded by the sudden interest in your person.
"What do you think?" he asked, his brows knitting as if he was actually waiting to get a useful response out of you.
Maybe it was the moment of shock or it could as easily just have been your wish to escape the situation as fast as possible, but be it what it was, for once you actually answered his question in honesty.
"It was Sally-Anne's magic", you simply said, feeling at least nine pairs of eyes turn to you, maybe even more as the large group's discussion had caught the interest of quite a few people that were close enough to hear it.
"What do you mean?" Anthony asked from your right. "I thought she was gone?"
"She's still around?", Michael annoyed you with.
"A student comes into contact to it only one time for two months", you said, looking down at the half-full plate in front of you and completely ignoring their inquisitions. You would need to head into the kitchen downstairs after this to get your fill of food, because you were still hungry.
"But a teacher comes back to it and has their mind subjected by it for years at end, always cementing the mind magic somewhat deeper into their nature."
You looked at Su Li and Stephen who were both sitting across from you. There was an expression on their face that you couldn't quite place. "That's why the teachers were generally hit harder than the students on that day."
Sighing, you put your wand away and stood up. This could have been a mistake, but they had agitated you enough that you hadn't been able to hold it in anymore. Was the stress getting to you?
"Now imagine a hundred years' worth of that magic. Even someone as powerful as Professor Dumbledore…" you said, only to retract your words. "No, maybe even more so for someone as powerful, with such an intricate inkling into magic as the Professor. He would have been hit the hardest by a spell wreaking havoc inside his mind and he wouldn't be able to do anything against it, because it had been a part of him for as long as he had practiced magic."
You stood there for another moment to look back at the teachers table and see the headmaster's eye meet yours. For a moment you felt as if you were reliving the memories of your ancestors. It felt as if Lobo was close somehow.
The feeling was over just as fast as it had come. You turned back to the Ravenclaws who had all fallen silent.
"We can be thankful that he is well again", you said, before leaving the Great Hall.
The kitchens and Nally were waiting for you.
Present Date: 23th October 1993
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
How many are interested? → 3D5 → 8(4 +3 +1)
Due to the new exits you can visit Hogsmeade outside of their specific weekends, which allows you to raise the fees. You now get 15% of their spending fees.
How much do they spend on average? → 1D20+2 → 6(4 + 2)
+ 7 Galleons, 3 Sickles, 12 Knuts
Due to the new exits you can visit Hogsmeade outside of their specific weekends, which allows you to raise the fees. You now get 15% of their spending fees.
How much do they spend on average? → 1D20+2 → 6(4 + 2)
+ 7 Galleons, 3 Sickles, 12 Knuts
Your hand trailed over the moss-covered wall of the corridor that had led you straight into the cellar of Honeydukes, hitting the wall in an infrequent rhythm as you focused on the echoes of your steps. While it was neither dark, nor did you believe that this specific corridor was infested by giant spiders, you had become a little bit more cautious as to where you stepped into.
In contrast to your last experience, today had been a day of ease though.
It wasn't without issues to navigate Hogsmeade during a normal weekend, when you didn't look old enough to be out of Hogwarts yet. People gave you inquisitive looks when they had seen you during your shopping spree an hour earlier.
But no one had asked any questions in the end. Hogwarts students didn't make out the largest part of Britain's minor demographics and while Hogsmeade was notoriously socially and economically close to the castle and dependent of it's the pertaining business, there were still few enough magical towns in Britain that home-schooled children and students of smaller schools still made their way there from time to time.
Pushing your hand against a specific part of the wall at the end of the corridor activated the magic, letting the statue of the one-eyed witch slide to the right on the other side of the wall and open the entrance before you. Stepping through the hole in the wall, you entered the castle again.
You looked around, but it was just as empty as you had expected it to be. Not for the first time you asked yourself if there was a possibility to track the people that were living inside the castle. It would make your nightly expeditions so much easier.
Turning around, you saw the statue slide back into its original position again, hiding the passage from the curious eye.
If one wanted to enter the corridor again, one had to speak the word Dissendium aloud. A nonsensical word derivation from the Latin word dissentire – to derivate. Unlocking this specific exit out of Hogwarts had cost you quite a few hours of rereading the riddle that only appeared above the statue of a one-eyed witch, when you looked at it with one eye closed…
Yeah, the Founders had a morbid sense of humor you realized not for the first time.
By now, you knew of eight passages leading out of Hogwarts. Most of them you had found only thanks to Nally's deep knowledge of the castle structure and her ability to move unhindered by the apparition restrictions and physical walls.
Once you had explained to her what it was that she had to keep her eyes open for, she had been able to find four passages that went right out of the castle. You had found the other four, which brought you to a stalemate as to who was the better explorer.
Nally seemed to love the game just as much as you did.
You shouldered your backpack again after having drunk a gulp of water out of your bottle to combat the heat. Today was a particular warm day, in which you wished for nothing more than to be able to just relax and shower. Instead, you made your way down the corridor and to the staircase at the end of it.
Pathway number one you had found a month earlier on your first Hogsmeade trip, when you had the luck to make the acquaintance of the Whomping Willow.
Discounting that first passage under the Whomping Willow, there was also the one you had just left, hidden behind the one-eyed statue. Another passage hid behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy, which had bothered you enormously. It was a location that you should have checked out right after finding out about the one hiding behind the one-eyed statue. But in the end, Nally had found it first.
Then there was another passage you'd fallen into as you'd solved the puzzle accompanying it and had almost broken your neck with that carelessness. A fourth one hid deep inside the dungeons – uncomfortably close to Snape's office and a fifth was located near the Great Hall, hidden beneath a system of codes that had robbed you of three nights of sleep until you had finally been able to solve it.
Those five floors had one thing in common; you were one-hundred percent sure that other students knew of them. While you had never seen someone enter or leave the floors, you had found either footprints in the dusty ground or other signs of recent usage.
Then there was exit number seven; the one in which you had encountered an Acromantula - a murderous spider that had seemed to have been looking for a place to build its web in and hunt for prey from. You were not sure if the floor would have even survived the new guest as you had spent hours trying to repair the withering of the corridor time had brought with it and the damage the spider and your spells had caused.
Even if the castle had means to withstand time, it seemed as if some of the passages leading out of Hogwarts weren't part of that magical structure and were thus exposed to damages like any normal building would be. Had you not found the corridor, it may have collapsed soon.
Those made five passages that were undoubtedly known to other students and two of which you weren't sure; the one leading to the Shrieking Shack and the one leading deep into the Forbidden Forrest. Students may or may not know about those.
And then there was the last one. One which was positioned on the northern end of the castle.
"It leads deep and far", Nally had said when you had asked, but even she could not feel where its end was as it went far outside the castle. Even if you had not yet found the time to walk it to then end you suspected two things; for one, only you knew of that passage and two, it led somewhere into the mountains on the horizon behind the castle. Your heart beat faster in anticipation. What would you find at the end of it?
Lost in your thoughts, you reached the ground floor and exited the castle. Warm sunshine greeted you again when you followed the pathway down to a meeting point near an old oak, far enough away from the Quidditch Stadium as to only see the high up grand stands but close enough to be greeted by the euphoric chanting of both the Ravenclaw and the Gryffindor house.
It didn't take you long to identify the group of four standing by the old oak as they turned their heads when there was a great "Ooooooh" of disappointment from the Gryffindor
supporters, but much applause from the Ravenclaw end in the distance.
You fastened your steps to get this over with as quick as possible. The sun was still shining bright and warm even this late in the summer. It was a fantastic day that you would spend with relaxing by the lake instead.
"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero and look at that Firebolt go!" you heard the commentator shout in the distance.
A Firebolt? Who had that kind of money?
"Potter's really putting it through its paces now, see it turn - Chang's Comet is just no match for it, the Firebolt's precision…"
So, it was Harry Potter. Well, that explained it at least.
"The balance is really noticeable in these long-…"
You stopped listening to the commentator's excited shouting and focused on the small group that you had finally reached. While your first month's customers had mostly been first and second-years, once word had gotten out that you could acquire whatever one needed from somewhere at any time and were not dependent of a Hogsmeade-weekend, older students had started approaching you, too.
It was a fine line you were walking, trying to balance with whom to talk for business reasons and who just wanted to bother you with annoying questions.
"Here…" you said as you took the four paper bags out of your backpack. "… are your things", you said, handing each of them a package and giving them the time to look inside. There was no need for a further transaction of money. Your fee – that had risen by half for your expanded services – had been paid in advance.
"If you ever need something else, contact me", you simply said, not bothering to wait for any confirmation as you shouldered your backpack again and moved to turn around and head back into the direction of the castle.
"Why did you want to meet us here?" someone asked. "Isn't it way too obvious and out in the open?" You sighed internally as you turned around to look up at the tall Gryffindor, who was likely just pissed at the fact that he was missing the game.
"How many idiots are there that won't go to the first Quidditch game of the year?" you asked him instead, not able to keep the annoyance you felt out of your voice. The older Gryffindor obviously noticed it as you saw his forehead furrow in agitation in reaction to your tone. You took a deep breath as you tried to reign yourself in again.
"What?" he simply asked, in a voice that meant he wasn't asking for clarification but giving you a chance for restatement.
"The answer is no one", you said as your exhaled breath formed a white cloud in the cold air.
"No one wouldn't go to the game. Now imagine five students meeting in the castle or somewhere else totally. What do you think is more suspicious? Us standing close enough to the stadium to be seen from there, so people may think we are heading there or us hiding away in a desolate part of the castle?"
A shiver went down your spine. The cold of the air around you was seeping deep into your bones.
The Gryffindor's expression softened as he followed your explanation.
"Ah", he wanted to say.
"I'll leave now", you planned to answer.
That would have been how this incident should have ended. Instead neither of those two things happened as the euphoric chanting in the distance disappeared only to be soon replaced by screaming and shouting.
"Why is it so cold?", one of the younger students asked.
Only then did you realize the rapid change in temperature that had happened over the span of a minute.
What is happening? (Understanding of Magical Creatures + CON + EMP) DC 25 1D100+4 → 30(26 + 4)
A faint noise reached your ears that made you turn around to search for the source. Someone was speaking to you, but it was only a faint whisper that you weren't able to make out, until…
"Sister."
You turned around again, looking back at the group that in turn was focused on the stadium at the end of the path that you were standing on. The air around you was getting colder by the second just as the echoes rose in volume and clarity.
"What are those?" the tall Gryffindor asked, his words forming a thick cloud of white in the air.
You followed his eyes into the sky above, but you answered his questions even before you saw the dozens of shadows flying through the air, closing in on the stadium from the right.
"Dementors", you said.
"Come here", the echoes said.
The noises around you were getting louder and clearer, but their meaning still escaped you.
The screams in the distance got louder. You could hear the panic that was building high up in the stands. The commentator shouted something, but you couldn't make it out through the ever louder echoes you were hearing.
"We have to go and help them," the older Gryffindor shouted, as if he was hearing the noises around you, too.
"No!" the youngest student screamed in panic. You saw his green scarf out of your periphery, still focusing on the shadows above, keeping track of their movement. "We need to run!" he said as you watched the Dementors rise higher and higher until they were on height of the two single players that you could make up from the distance. Almost all of the Dementors were still heading straight at the stadium, but some had reached it even, moving in and down out of sight.
That was not what made you pull your wand out of your pocket.
"We can't just run away!" the Gryffindor shouted through the hallucinations that were filling more of your senses now.
Bright blue eyes starred at you.
"Are you seeing this?" the only girl in the group asked, when she saw what you had detected moments earlier.
Two Dementor's had broken from the rest of the pack, changing their route mid-air to fly into the direction of the castle… heading right at you.
It was interesting how it had taken two creatures of such foulness and darkness for you to actually consider the small group and look at those that had gathered here for you. For the first time, you tried to see them as the human beings that they were… or as the tools for survival that they could become in the following minutes.
The oldest was the tall Gryffindor. You had never talked to him before, but you suspected him to be in fifth or sixth year. You had heard his name… Nigel? Or was it Nemo? No. You remembered again. Nuts, his name was Nuts. Neil Nuts. You remembered Madam Prince badmouthing him as he had always been late to return his books, when you had been searching for a specific volume that was not where it should have been in the library.
The second oldest was a Hufflepuff girl, Melinda Bobbin. She was a year above you and in the Duelling Club. Her you knew, because you remembered how she fought and there was an entire section in your notebook focusing on her skills. She was average for a member of the club, which meant that she was useful here.
The third one was the only one that had remained in complete silence and seemed like he was frozen in fear. He was the only one in your year. The Slytherin boy's name was Theodore Nott. You had never exchanged a word with him.
And then there was the youngest of the bunch. Another Slytherin, but most likely dead weight as he couldn't be above second year. His name you didn't know.
The two Dementors heading your way had not yet reached the stadium before they had turned to you. Judging by their speed they would catch up to you long before you could reach the castle that was up the hills behind you.
You were the first to speak out of the group of five.
What did you say?
[ ] Dead Weight – You are neither the tallest, nor the fastest in the group, but you are also not the smallest or slowest either. Tell the group to run for the castle. The Dementors will catch up to you before you reach safety, but it will be only the slowest of the group they will get. They are not your responsibility.
[ ] Heads or Tails – There is nothing that you can do to kill a Dementor, but to hurt it? Inconvenience it? You have no clue. This would be the testing of a hypotheses that you had never got to write down. Either it was possible, and you would survive somehow, or you would lose your soul here. Stand your ground and fight while retreating back into the castle.
[ ] Lion Roar – There is nothing that you can do to kill a Dementor and you don't think that any of your group can do any better in that regard. The two creatures heading for you are likely drawn in by your group as a possible food source. If you run straight for the stadium by yourself and let the rest of the group make a run for the castle, they should make it because the Dementors will follow and focus on you instead… what you'll do? Improvise or say adios to your soul.
[ ] Write in – Make a plan and I will tell you if it is possible to vote for it. Only plans that I add to this post are eligible for voting purposes.
Write-Ins:
[ ] We need a Hero - Call for Nally while gathering everyone to retreat as you talk. When she appears, ask her to go and quickly gather enough house elves to evacuate our group to the Great Hall.
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I swear, I had the update finished before this. It made me laugh though.
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Sooo... time to call on the house elves to either defend us or teleport us to safety?
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
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FUCKING. DEMENTORS.