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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 14:43:43 GMT
Second wizarding war - Remus Lupin is spying among werewolves to gain information-
Graham felt as if he was in between two worlds. One was a happy lie and one was the dark truth. The more time he spend being in this state the more he began to realize that he was under the imperius curse. There were moments where he felt like he was high on pink clouds he saw what he did but he had no control or feelings with it. His body moved on his own and did things Graham would never do in his life. The realisations came when he had his clear moments. In those clear moments he realized the mess he was in. He felt the pain going through his whole body. He was cold, underfed and wounded. And he found himself in the middle of a snatchers pack. It had been like this for a while now but he didn’t always realize. This had been his punishment for betraying the Dark Lord, he had actually expected to be killed but they made him a mindslave killing machine instead...
He had a clear moment right now and felt nothing but disgust towards his surroundings and himself. He was one of these low life creatures and he had memories of doing things that made his stomach turn. He’d killed innocent people, muggles, muggleborns. Families, children. While Graham had never been a saint he had his moral lines and the imperius curse made him cross those lines. The man always had been resistant to the curse but after the Dark Lord’s torture all of Graham’s wards had been broken down. He cursed, he had to leave this place before it’d be his death. There had been moments where he welcomed death but it hadn’t come. Moments where he had seen himself as the monster the Dark Lord forced him to be made him believe the world was better off without him. But he was having more and more clear moments. Were his wards returning? Either way he knew he should take the chance to escape now he was in control and find someone who could lift the curse for good.
His exhausted blue eyes wandered through the group of sleeping wolves. They were all snoring except the one who was on the watch. Filthy monsters, he felt the urge to blow them all up right here. But he’d surely be found out and punished. They might also start to notice that the curse was wearing off so he better not do something that risky. His face turned into a frown when he saw the face of the one that was on watch. He knew that bloody face from somewhere. He’d fought that before but not in a regal fight it was a former duel. That day at the ministry where Malfoy had been sent to get the prophesy. No, it couldn’t be. The man seemed more ragged and torn than he remembered but compared to Graham more was to be recognized of the person he once was.
The former death eater carefully stood up, not wanting to wake the other wolves. He put a silencing charm on his shoes just to make sure he wasn’t going to make any noise by walking. He pointed his wand on the person after putting up some wards so the other wolves could never find out. This was his chance to get out of here. “Don’t make any noise or I swear I will kill you,” he whispered, his lips barely parting. “Now listen, I know who you are and you’re going to get me out of here.” Graham gave the man a moment to settle things in. He was pretty paranoid himself. This was Lupin of the Order, infiltrating one of Greyback’s pack. He couldn’t let this chance slip. Sure he could rat out Lupin and gain the Dark Lord’s favor to save his own ass. But he wanted to see the Dark Lord fall. Even if it seemed that the Dark Lord was winning this war.
“The dark lord is watching me, he has me under his curse. If he uses his occlumency ability. He’ll find you and if he finds you he’ll find your friends.” As if someone was willing to be friends with a creature, Graham was sure they were just using him just in how the Death Eaters used the werewolves to do all the dirty work. Lupin had skills, Graham had personally seen him duel.
OOC: sorry this took so long. I'll try to make the thread for Meg tonight  |
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Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
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Wandless Magic
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Post by Remus Lupin on Oct 17, 2016 0:54:52 GMT
This situation had grown extremely precarious. Remus wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. When he'd first started this work, this spying business, he was a numb and broken man. Watching Sirius die felt like the end to his own life; he couldn't take anymore heartache. He didn't care if he lived or died - useful, considering he was spending all of his time among werewolves, not all of them friendly. He would spend the rest of his days trying to end this bloody war, the one that took everything from him, and if he died while doing so - so be it. Perhaps it was his fate, just like the others.
And then there was the passing of time. No matter how much he resisted it, it always carried Remus with it. He didn't die. He was even moderately successful in his cause, convincing a handful of werewolves to go to Dumbledore for safety. Those had been the easy ones, the ones on the fringes that were more frightened of Greyback and Voldemort than really in arms with them. Still, the success had an effect on Remus. It gave him purpose. Even if he was alone, at least he was doing some good. He was useful, and that was enough to keep him going. He went further underground, infiltrating packs of some downright disgusting creatures. Werewolves that reveled in what Voldemort forced them to do. As of now, Remus was just observing. He didn't know how - or even if he really wanted to - to convince these people to leave their darkness behind. He watched, and he waited.
His inactivity earned him a lot of guard duty, which he didn't mind. Gave him more time to observe. He was up now, watching, when a voice very close behind him spooked him. Remus would have jumped to his feet had that voice not convinced him he would die if he so much as moved. The man came into his vision and Remus just stared, considering what it was he was looking at. He might have been mistaken, he'd seen so very many of both the past couple of years that they all sort of ran together, but he was pretty sure this one was in Voldemort's ranks as a Death Eater as well.
At any rate, he claimed to know Remus. "You don't know me," Remus said slowly, ignoring his demand for the time being. He had to figure out what exactly it was this man was holding over his head before he made his important moves. For now, he would just try to throw him off. Remus supposed his face was fairly recognizable, to Death Eaters at least. He was more worn, scarred and aged now, not to mention dirty - but he was still Remus.
The man had more to say and Remus listened carefully, considering the topic of the conversation had turned to Voldemort himself. "I don't have any friends," Remus said once again, slow and measured, watching the man carefully. He had to know exactly how much this bloke knew before he took any action, for or against him. The way he used the word 'friends' didn't sit well in Remus' gut, however. "What makes you so important to the Dark Lord? What makes you think I'm important to him?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 13:38:14 GMT
Graham tried to grin in a mocking way but it came more out like a grimace. He felt the time pressure, he didn’t know how much longer he had a clear mind. “Oh I do.” His voice may have sounded more sinister than he intended. It was quite broken and sore actually, he couldn’t bring out a proper sound. Graham lifted his wand and cast a small protective area around the two, just in case one of the other dogs wasn’t really sleeping. “Dumbledore’s pet d-” Graham’s words turned into a cough, he held his hand infront of his mouth and when he retreated it he noticed the blood on his hand. Shit. He was dying, it had even gotten to his organs. But that was the point, he was dying but they wouldn’t let him die. They kept him week so he couldn’t get far but alive because he still was of use. He probably was the only one in this pack of snatchers who could hold a proper magical duel, even in his current state.
Blue eyes gazed from his hand to the man. “Lupin,” he whispered with a calmer tone than before. “I was almost surprised when I saw you here. It had me wondering what Dumbledore sees in this pathetic bunch. But I realized I shouldn’t bother. As long as it takes down the Dark Lord, I shouldn’t complain.” His own attempts had failed after all. There had been some messages he had sent to the great and powerful wizard named Dumbledore and some Order members, all containing information on Lord Voldemort, the way the Ministry was handled and information the ring’s location (Marvolo Gaunt’s ring, Graham knew Dumbledore was searching for it but he had no clue it was a horcrux).
Graham moved but the movement apparently caused a barely healed wound to open. The blonde werewolf groaned as he slipped his free hand to his chest to put pressure on the wound as it started bleeding again. It hurt like hell, dammit! He scoffed at the newcomer. “Perhaps not. But you know things, that’ll be enough for them.” Graham didn’t know if this guy had friends and he really didn’t care either. When asked the important questions Graham decided to take the gamble. He was desperate. At this point he was sure they could do nothing worse on him. Death may even be a relief at this point. Better than to be a mindslave. However the Dark Lord was probably aware of this. He rolled up his sleeve, showing a horribly disfigured lower arm, the same arm where Death Eaters usually had their mark. One could even wonder how he still managed to move his wrist and fingers. “The Dark Lord doesn’t treat traitors kindly. He would have killed if he wasn’t aware that death wouldn’t be much of a punishment,” he told the other werewolf before he rolled back his sleeve. “I’m his now, his little puppet which he uses for the dirty work.” Graham looked away, the horrors were almost visible in his eyes. The curse made him do things he never thought himself to be capable of, terrible things. “He watches me and screens me on lies now and then. He doesn’t need a potion for that, he’ll look in your soul and mind.” Time was ticking, how could he convince this man as quick as possible? “And perhaps you’re not important but the information in your head about the order is. Their locations, their plans.”
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Post by Remus Lupin on Nov 17, 2016 3:54:47 GMT
Dumbledore. Never mind this man's threatening presence - he may not know everything, but with that name, he proved he knew enough. Remus couldn't risk even a whispered rumor of an association with Dumbledore among this lot. They would rip him to shreds just for the fun of it, and that would be before they even got around to telling Voldemort. Remus stood straighter, not letting the increase in his heart rate show on the outside. The other man wasn't as lucky - whatever was going on inside of him was leaking out of his mouth when he coughed. Remus was no Healer but he knew well enough what coughing up blood meant. This man needed to get out of here. He was serious about it.
And not only did he know Dumbledore's name and his association with the wizard - he knew Remus' name, too. "You really shouldn't," he nodded his agreement, casting a disgusted look across the people he was keeping watch for. No complaining at all about what happened to them, Remus decided, them and their Dark Lord-- But wait. He cut his gaze back sharply at the other man. What was that about taking down the Dark Lord? Why, that didn't make any sense at all, coming from his type. Remus furrowed his brow, all but ready to confront the man about this when he up and started bleeding again.
"You're not doing so well, mate," Remus said, eyeing the blood. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it out. He didn't think it likely this man could do him much physical damage, weakened as he was appearing to be right now, but he kept Remus in place with what he purported to know. Remus could run until he assessed the risk properly; no point in being rude the time being. "Apparently you know a lot of things, too," Remus shrugged. "Is that why you want to get away?" Remus couldn't figure this guy out and that made him more uneasy than anything else. What was his game?
The answer lay burned across his exposed forearm - they'd certainly made a mess of it. A traitor. Great. So now Remus had the choice of his association with Dumbledore being exposed, or picking himself up a nice, new association with a known Death Eater traitor. How grand. Remus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "And how am I to know this isn't another one of his tricks, right now?" Remus could at the very least do the man the favor of running through the motions - it would help him make a decision. If the man really needed his help, he would prove it, one way or another.
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