25 April 2012 @ 11:38 pm
[video] [genderswap]  
[There's a man staring at his own reflection in a mirror, gritting his teeth. You might be able to recognize him from a past virus -- or, if not, you might recognize the wand he has gripped tight in one hand.

You might also recognize the snarl in the man's voice as he hisses:]

Not. Again.

[He huffs, adjusting his badly-fitting clothes -- which surely could only be stolen from Bellatrix's husband's closet, since they hang on him like potato sacks. He turns to the camera before declaring:]

If anyone has any better clothes that might fit me, it'd be a damned useful idea to send them to me and make some use of yourselves.
 
 
05 February 2012 @ 04:40 pm
[video]  
[Hotaru is suddenly in a very fancy Parisian restaurant. It seemed as if the Eiffel Tower was in the distance and she was sitting at a table set for two. White table cloth, candlelight, and all sorts of very fancy silverware. The young teen is nervous and looks around. Was she intruding on a dinner for someone else? The little name card in front of her had her name on it. So...possibly?]

Ano...H-hello?
 
 
21 January 2012 @ 11:07 pm
[voice]  
[There's the sound of heavy, excited breathing, and then:]

It's over...it's over.

After so many, many years...after my Lord had fallen and then Azkaban and fourteen years of hell and all of those damned fools thinking it was over...

The Ministry is fallen. Scrimgeour is dead.

We won.

We won.

We won!

[After that, there's nothing but a long, manic laugh that seems to go on endlessly.]
 
 
04 December 2011 @ 09:42 pm
[video || locked from bbs?]  
[The video opens on what seems like an overhead shot of a normal English suburb -- namely, the town of Little Whinging. It looks like a fairly usual sunny day, and yet -- the air above the houses seems to shimmer with motion, seeming not entirely still. It stays like this for several moments.

And then a burst of activity comes from one of the houses as fourteen people burst from one backyard -- they begin flying into the sky in pairs, some on brooms, some on skeletal horses, and one pair on a motorbike. If you look closely enough, you'll see that in each pair, one person looks like Harry Potter but aged to about seventeen years old.

As they soar up, splitting up into seven different directions, the sky shimmers -- and dozens of figures in black appear.

The Death Eaters seem confused in their movements, darting about indecisively while trying to decide who to follow -- no one seemed to expect seven Harry Potters. The only one who doesn't hesitate is Bellatrix, clutching onto her broom with a mad gleam in her eye as she zeroes in on a broom being guided by a woman with pink hair.

Immediately, Bellatrix is shooting off spells with her free hand, casting curses as quickly as she can. The pink-haired woman ducks and swoops as she flies, doing her best to dodge them while the 'Harry' riding with her puts up shields as best he can.

Bellatrix is joined soon by a few other Death Eaters -- one of them is recognizable as her husband. All of them cast hexes, but none of them is quite as determined as Bellatrix, and all of her spells are the green sparks of Killing Curses. The only thing keeping them from hitting their target is the difficulty of hitting a moving, swooping target, though a few fly close to the mark.

The 'Harry' in back casts some curses as well, and one of them hits Bellatrix's husband square in the chest. He falls back, baldy hurt, and another Death Eater goes back for him, but Bellatrix carries on --

-- until the pink-haired woman and her passenger descend onto a small house, which glows with a shield surrounding it. Bellatrix halts her broom before smashing into it, though she lets out a wordless scream of rage. She throws a few spells at the house, which harmlessly are absorbed into the shield while both target duck into the house unharmed.]
 
 
23 November 2011 @ 11:57 pm
Grab Bag: What If?  
[Bellatrix is sitting in what might be recognizable as the Lestrange Manor -- in her usual timeline, it's been boarded up since its owners' incarceration, but here it looks well-cared for and lived in.

Bellatrix is lounging in an armchair, drinking wine even though it appears to be early afternoon. She seems very different -- in some ways, she looks almost younger. Her hair is better kept and her eyes are less wild and manic. She looks like someone who's been very careful about their appearance for a long while.

She drains her wineglass while flipping idly through parchment containing news and letters when a small child, maybe around five or six, runs over to her and stares at her for a moment.]

Mama?

[She doesn't look at him, though her eyes narrow a tiny bit.] Not now, dear.

Mama, will Father be home soon? He said he'd only be away for a week this time.

[Bellatrix makes a short, scoffing noise before finishing off the wine.] He'll be home whenever he chooses to be. Merlin knows we can't make him keep his word. [She looks down at him for a moment, her expression less irritated than a second ago.] Go play with your sister for a little while. Mama is busy with some things.

[The child nods before running off without a word, seeming trained to obey. As soon as he's out of sight. Bellatrix pours herself another glass of wine, nearly to the brim of the glass, and drinks it all in one swoop.]

((What If: Voldemort was defeated early in his campaign and Bellatrix was, instead of a Death Eater, a bitter alcoholic wreck of a housewife? 8D))
 
 
23 October 2011 @ 03:07 pm
[audio]  
[There's a short pause on the audio feed, and then:]

My husband is unavailable at this time, and I am in need of some assistance.


Someone should worldhop here. ...someone I don't hate.


A male is preferable but I am not picky.

[Another pause, and then:]

And get here quickly.


((Somebody got smacked by Lust. Anyone who answers is going to have to deal with some major Morning After Regret once the virus is over.))
 
 
15 September 2011 @ 09:57 pm
 
I WILL MURDER WHOEVER HAS MY WAND IF THEY DO NOT RETURN IT THIS INSTANT.
 
 
18 August 2011 @ 11:10 pm
[audio -> video]  

[The audio seems to pick up in the middle of a meeting of some kind; the echo of the voices indicates a large room, and later in the recording, the sound of numerous people can be heard. But it starts with Bellatrix alone, speaking in a reverent tone to someone who might be recognized as Lord Voldemort.]


"-- is an honor to have you here, in our family's house. There can
be no higher pleasure."


"No higher pleasure... That means a great deal, Bellatrix, from you."


"My Lord knows I speak nothing but the truth!"


"No higher pleasure . . . even compared with the happy event that, I hear,
has taken place in your family this week
?"


[There's a pause, and when Bellatrix speaks again, it's clear she's confused.]


"I don't know what you mean, my Lord."


"I'm talking about your niece, Bellatrix. And yours, Lucius and Narcissa.
She has just married the werewolf, Remus Lupin. You must be so proud.
"


[There's a sudden burst of laughter and jeering, mocking the news loudly. When Bellatrix speaks again, she seems to hastily spit the words out, both embarrassed and disgusted by the news.]


"She is no niece of ours, my Lord! We, Narcissa and I, have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood. This brat has nothing to do with either of us, nor any beast she marries!"


[The laughter and mocking continues until eventually Voldemort says 'Enough', and the room goes quiet immediately.]


"Many of our oldest family trees become a little diseased over time...you must prune yours,
must you not, to keep it healthy? Cut away those parts that threaten the health of the rest
."


"Yes, my Lord...at the first chance!"


"You shall have it. And in your family, so in the world...we shall cut away the canker that infects us until only those of the true blood remain..."



[video; edited in later]



LUPIN.


WHERE THE GODDAMNED HELL ARE YOU.








((Let's all just pretend that this didn't canonly happen a month ago. Scene edited down to avoid spoiling Draco's future Death Eater-ness.))
 
 
29 June 2011 @ 11:15 pm
 
I have asked this once before, I know, but it seems that there has been a dramatic number of new people fouling up the community since my departure. So, I ask again:

Which members of the community possess magic in their veins?
 
 
08 June 2011 @ 09:52 pm
[video]  
[A wild-haired woman in a worn black gown stares at the video, sneering. Her hand is gripping a wooden wand tightly.]

...I should have known.

Nearly a year, I was able to avoid this place. No more fools and nuisances and Muggle-lovers, no viruses, no unwanted relatives and their half-breed friends flitting about. I should have known I could only be so lucky for so long.

And I can only assume that this place is still the hive of idiots and perverts it was before.

[Her sneer melts slowly into a rather vicious grin after a moment.]

Still. Even this cannot ruin what a good week it's been.

Has everyone heard the wonderful news about the old man?
 
 
26 July 2010 @ 06:44 pm
[accidental voice]  
[The sound quality for the post is very scratchy; only bits and pieces come through clearly. The conversation taking place seems to go back and forth between three voices: Bellatrix's, another woman's, and a man's. Bellatrix's voice is angry, the man's condescending, the other woman's panicked. They seem to be in the middle of a long squabble; at points, parts of the conversation are covered by static.]


"And through all this, we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you? He has no idea of your true allegiance, that he trusts you implicitly still?"

"I have played my part well. And you overlook Dumbledore's greatest weakness: he has to believe the best of people. [...] I am pleased to say, however, that Dumbledore is growing old...he has sustained a serious injury because his reactions are slower than they once were..."

[...]

"What help do you require? If you are imagining I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there is no hope."

"...my son, my only son..."

"He should be proud. The Dark Lord is granting him a great honor..."

"That's because he is sixteen and has no idea what lies in store!"

[...]

"Narcissa, listen to me...it might be possible for me to help him."

"...you would help him? You would see he comes to no harm?"

"I can try."

"Would you swear to it? Would you make the Unbreakable Vow?"

[Silence, then Bellatrix's loud laughter.]

[gleefully] "Aren't you listening, Narcissa? Oh, he'll try, I'm sure. The usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action!"

[a pause, then:]

"...certainly, Narcissa. I will take the Vow."

((Basically, Bellatrix and her sister just got Snape's help in killing Dumbledore. >.> Normal text=Bellatrix, italics=Narcissa, bold=Snape))
 
 
18 July 2010 @ 01:32 am
[video post] [Flash of What's to Come]  
Cut for mild gruesomeness + spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows )

((Flash of What's to Come, completely devoid of context! 8D The scene is also abridged from the original text.))
 
 
14 July 2010 @ 11:12 pm
[video] [forward-dated]  
[Video opens with a man in a long bathrobe staring at a large vanity mirror, eyes wide open and motuh hanging slack. He may not look familiar, but his arm has a large dark tattoo that might.

Eventually his face furrows into a horrific scowl and he begins muttering quickly under his breath.]
Blasted community pulling its tricks now, pulling more foolishness, damn it, damn it, all of these cursed bloody viruses again --!

[He stalks off-camera, continuing to mutter.]

((Gender Swap + later there will be a Flash of What's to Come))
 
 
25 June 2010 @ 05:42 pm
[Video post.]  
[You can see Prussia, with a really smug expression in his face. Nothing unusual,. but this time he has more than a few reasons to be smug. Gilbird is perched in his head. ]

Guten tag community, how are you today? [He sounds oh so sweet and nice.] I just wanted to say hi. Gorgeous, are you busy with the summer school? Kaito, I hope your ass doesn't hurt anymore after I kicked it during the laser tag game, fu fu fu fu.

Well, that's all for now. [He turns off the camera a second but the video quickly starts again.] Oh, silly me I forgot to tell...

[Prussia grins and show to the camera a large black wand. Bellatrix's wand, as Dumbledore and some others might recognize. ]

Witchy~, are you missing something?
 
 
25 June 2010 @ 12:05 pm
 
I NEED A WORLDHOP TO WHEREVER THAT GODDAMNED PRUSSIAN IS RIGHT NOW.


((Reference~))
 
 
01 June 2010 @ 09:56 pm
[accidental video]  
[The video starts in the midst what seems to be a large battle; the lights and sounds of spells are everywhere. The room is a large chamber, with stone stadium seats against each wall, all facing a large stone archway on top of a dais.

On the dais is Bellatrix, dueling another woman; one of Bellatrix's spells hits her, and the woman topples to the floor unconscious. Before Bellatrix can strike a killing blow, a man rushes at her and starts to duel her; the man is older, and much more badly-kempt, but he is still recognizable as Sirius Black.

The two duel for several minutes, spells flying back and forth, each one getting deflected; Sirius laughs while Bellatrix gets more and more frustrated, until Sirius stops to taunt her.
]

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

[The red sparks of Bellatrix's spell hits him square in the chest; he flies backwards into the arch and disappears. Bellatrix stares after him, seeming surprised;after a moment, she chuckles, throwing her head back to laugh until another opponent appears.

Cut for length, because I couldn't resist the scene with Bellatrix blowing crap up )


((The Arch works the same way thestrals do: if you've ever seen anyone die, the arch will appear to have a veil hanging from it, and you'll hear thousands of whispers coming from it. If not, all you'll see is an empty arch.))
 
 
04 May 2010 @ 03:47 pm
 
For the sake of my own personal curiosity:

[Poll #1560234]

And before someone asks me for the fiftieth time, a Muggle is someone with no magic at all. If you have to ask, you probably are one.
 
 
 
16 April 2010 @ 09:04 pm
 
Whoever is responsible for the destruction done to my house, they should know that what they've done is completely immature, pathetic, and stupid. It's not like the house elves won't be able to clean it right up.

Which is another thing: kidnapping house elves is not funny, either, and once my father knows about it you can expect Aurors at your door.


((Bellatrix found he childhood house boarded up, thinks somebody did something to it. ...she was way less badass at age 18.))
 
 
15 April 2010 @ 08:00 pm
[video post]  
[Video is of an intimidating teenage girl walking through a dusty boarded-up house, frowning. She has her wand out, and is looking partly annoyed and partly confused.

When she enters an old, cobweb-covered sitting room, she makes a scoffing noise.]

This is just ridiculous.


((Here's a teenage Bellatrix. Who has absolutely no fucking idea what's going on, and thinks she's eighteen. >:3))