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Dec. 28th, 2012 08:27 pmRoughly an hour.
Potion effective. Sight keen-edged, hearing sharp.Remote, numb. Selwyn brought me via side-along. Noted the time, and carefully scanned the sky as soon as I arrived. Luck. Skies clear. Arrived soon enough after sunset that was able to identify westerly direction from fading twilight.
Did not recognise location. Suspect island or coast: could smell the sea. Standing stone. Preparations underway already: detected scent of smoke, unrecognised origin. Searched. Selwyn confiscated my wand, placed it in bag of black material. Silk. Felt the slubs under my fingers. He gave bag to Bellatrix Lestrange. Identified Barty Crouch Jr, Lucius Malfoy, dressed in white. Linen, perhaps. Dark-haired woman, dark-haired man. Strangers. Woman also in white. Barefoot. Shivering.
Escorted to viewing area. Selwyn seemed concerned that I have the best possible view. Courteous.
Rosier apparated in, carrying potion. Gave to woman, who drank. Inaudible conversation. Cast warming charm on her. Thoughtful of him, I thought. Put her wand in black bag, for Bellatrix.
Rookwood appeared, gave several phials, with dark liquid (blood?) and basket with organic material (leaves?) to Barty Crouch. Stepped away to observer circle; Selwyn manoeuvred my position to keep my sight line clear.
Crouch laid leaves out in circle on the ground around the stone. Circle perfect. Each leaf end to end. Precision.
Wait. Starlight flowing silver, and as the circle was completed, the line of leaves began to glow, bright enough to pick out silver glints in woman's hair. More waiting.
Dolohov arrived. With the boy. Seamus Finnegan. Both in white. Boy's face as milk-pale as his robe in the glow from the circle. Dolohov searched him, Crouch and Malfoy. Looking for metal?
Dolohov: case with three knives. Blades: keen.Thirsty. Each marked with rune, glowing faintly. Recognised two: 'family,' or 'blood relationship,' maybe. Also 'ward.'
Did not know the third.
The boy and the two dark-haired strangers each took a knife. The boy would not look at the woman. She stared at him. Desperately. Dolohov nodded. They each cut themselves, on palm. They bled for a minute or two into the phials Dolohov held. He muttered a charm (to make blood flow better?) The three knelt. Knives plunged into the ground. The boy had to be prompted to do so. Shook as he stood.
Dark-haired man left circle. Reclaimed wand, apparated away.
The boy's eyes met the woman's then. Something about the two of them standing there, the angle of their jaw lines...
I suspected then.
The Lord Protector arrived. He kept his wand.
Malfoy assisted woman to her feet. Crouch and Malfoy bound her to the standing stone. Their touch, so gentle. So very courteous. She did not resist. Malfoy mixed the blood from the three phials, drew a circle on the ground. Line of the leaves.
Dolohov: incantation, unknown language. Crouch handed him the two phials provided by Rookwood. Dolohov used the liquid within to draw runes on the woman's hands. A different rune yet. Did not recognise it. Different from the ones on the knives. Another long incantation.
The boy said something when prompted by Dolohov. English. I think. Couldn't quite make it out. Knelt at her feet, traced something on ground with his wand. Another rune, but too dark to see. Head bent, until Dolohov touched his shoulder, whispered something. He stood.
She closed her eyes.
No one breathed.
The boy performed the 'Avada Kedavra.' Flawlessly. She slumped. The ropes held her upright. He stood there. Just looked at her.
Dolohov crouched
seized one of the knives
Will stop there. The rest of that part can be seen by those who view the memory.
Afterwards: the phials were poured out onto the ground. Dolohov shattered them at the circle's edge with a spell.
Rosier took the stumbling boy away.
Selwyn retrieved my wand. I took a last look at the body, quiet against the stone,the blood I stared up at the stars. Told myself to remember them.
Remember this.
Remember this.
Remember this.
Dolohov took me out for a drink. Among other things: confirmed what I had suspected.
She was the boy's mother.
Potion effective. Sight keen-edged, hearing sharp.
Did not recognise location. Suspect island or coast: could smell the sea. Standing stone. Preparations underway already: detected scent of smoke, unrecognised origin. Searched. Selwyn confiscated my wand, placed it in bag of black material. Silk. Felt the slubs under my fingers. He gave bag to Bellatrix Lestrange. Identified Barty Crouch Jr, Lucius Malfoy, dressed in white. Linen, perhaps. Dark-haired woman, dark-haired man. Strangers. Woman also in white. Barefoot. Shivering.
Escorted to viewing area. Selwyn seemed concerned that I have the best possible view. Courteous.
Rosier apparated in, carrying potion. Gave to woman, who drank. Inaudible conversation. Cast warming charm on her. Thoughtful of him, I thought. Put her wand in black bag, for Bellatrix.
Rookwood appeared, gave several phials, with dark liquid (blood?) and basket with organic material (leaves?) to Barty Crouch. Stepped away to observer circle; Selwyn manoeuvred my position to keep my sight line clear.
Crouch laid leaves out in circle on the ground around the stone. Circle perfect. Each leaf end to end. Precision.
Wait. Starlight flowing silver, and as the circle was completed, the line of leaves began to glow, bright enough to pick out silver glints in woman's hair. More waiting.
Dolohov arrived. With the boy. Seamus Finnegan. Both in white. Boy's face as milk-pale as his robe in the glow from the circle. Dolohov searched him, Crouch and Malfoy. Looking for metal?
Dolohov: case with three knives. Blades: keen.
Did not know the third.
The boy and the two dark-haired strangers each took a knife. The boy would not look at the woman. She stared at him. Desperately. Dolohov nodded. They each cut themselves, on palm. They bled for a minute or two into the phials Dolohov held. He muttered a charm (to make blood flow better?) The three knelt. Knives plunged into the ground. The boy had to be prompted to do so. Shook as he stood.
Dark-haired man left circle. Reclaimed wand, apparated away.
The boy's eyes met the woman's then. Something about the two of them standing there, the angle of their jaw lines...
I suspected then.
The Lord Protector arrived. He kept his wand.
Malfoy assisted woman to her feet. Crouch and Malfoy bound her to the standing stone. Their touch, so gentle. So very courteous. She did not resist. Malfoy mixed the blood from the three phials, drew a circle on the ground. Line of the leaves.
Dolohov: incantation, unknown language. Crouch handed him the two phials provided by Rookwood. Dolohov used the liquid within to draw runes on the woman's hands. A different rune yet. Did not recognise it. Different from the ones on the knives. Another long incantation.
The boy said something when prompted by Dolohov. English. I think. Couldn't quite make it out. Knelt at her feet, traced something on ground with his wand. Another rune, but too dark to see. Head bent, until Dolohov touched his shoulder, whispered something. He stood.
She closed her eyes.
No one breathed.
The boy performed the 'Avada Kedavra.' Flawlessly. She slumped. The ropes held her upright. He stood there. Just looked at her.
Dolohov crouched
Afterwards: the phials were poured out onto the ground. Dolohov shattered them at the circle's edge with a spell.
Rosier took the stumbling boy away.
Selwyn retrieved my wand. I took a last look at the body, quiet against the stone,
Remember this.
Remember this.
Remember this.
Dolohov took me out for a drink. Among other things: confirmed what I had suspected.
She was the boy's mother.
