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[JULES! NEW DREAMING]

It was a cold October's day in Hogsmeade. Winter was quickly impending as the air became cripser and cooler throughout the streets. Many students venturing to Hogsmeade for this particular weekend enjoyed the protection of their wool cloaks and thick scarves from the elements.

The sun peeked through the light grey clouds, giving what little warmth it could to the earth below. But the wind blew harsh and sent chills through the beings it touched.

This didn't stop the chattering and hustle and bustle of the students, however. The line curved around the Honeyduke's workshop as students stocked up on the delicious treats. Zonko's rang with joyous laughter of the children inside. The clang of pots, pans, and dishes of the Three Broomsticks could be heard out into the streets as groups of students arrived and left the establishment with their friends.

It was just a normal day on a Hogwarts student's trip to Hogsmeade.

Or, it should have been.

The clouds began a rapid movement- accumulating, becoming darker, blocking out the sun. Lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder rang throughout. There was no warning, no reason for what was about to happen. Wizards in cloaks and masks apparated into the streets- spread to cover more ground.

A green light flashed and a girl's scream was quickly silenced. Seconds later the roof of the Three Broomsticks was blasted into pieces. Curses flew through the air, the target an innocent bystander. Chaos errupted, and the wizarding war was about to officially begin.


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[JAMES POTTER]

James was seated at one of the smaller tables in the Three Broom sticks, across from one of his best friends, Remus Lupin. It was a little strange, it being just the two of them, rather than the usual group of four, but James felt strangely comfortable. The boy sipped on the foam at the top of his butter beer and sighed happily, "I could drink one or two of these every day..."

Remus gave the tiniest hint of a smile at the comment. Ever since the school dance, he had been on the outs with the marauders, so he wasn't entirely heartbroken that Sirius wasn't there- though he did wonder what he and Peter were up to. They were supposed to be joining them, but so far there was no sign. "They are delicious," he commented, sipping on his own. "Any idea what's taking them so long?"

He looked at Moony over the top of his jug as he swallowed gulps of the drink. The boy then nodded and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robes, "Agreed." He took another sip then gave a shrug, "No idea..." With Sirius one could never really predict. And Peter was great at just going along, therefore if they were rogether, Peter was surely doing what Sirius was doing.

Remus sighed- he knew James wasn't exactly in the best of moods over his friends being on the outs. He was about to inquire about it when he heard a scream from outside and some shouting. Next came the threatening sounds of curses rebounding before finally the entire establishment shook as it was hit. "What the bloody hell?" Remus was pushing his chair back- the front of the pub was chaotic as people rushed for the exit.

His eyes widened as all hell broke loose around them. He'd thrown down his jug of butter beer and had his wand out in little more than an instant. The building did not feel safe, they had to get out, "Common." And with that he took hold of Remus' arm and made his way to the door leading out to the street.

Remus was quickly reaching for his wand when the entire roof of the establishment was blasted off. This wasn't a simple fight breaking out- this was much bigger than that. "James! We have to get back to the school!" he knew what was on his friend's minnd. He knew he wanted to fight

He didn't respond, pulling his friend out into that chaos taking place on the street. They could not lose each other, he knew that, therefore keeping a strong hold on Remus. Prongs dodged a curse and quickly pulled Moony with him into the safety of a doorway.

Remus used his wand to deflect a curse from them as they ran- he knew that Prongs was too focussed to truly be paying attention to the danger around them. "James, we have to gather the younger students and get them to safety," he tried to talk sense in him- they may even have to split up, but they couldn't let the third years get caught in this chaos.

[lily]

A good weekend out at Hogsmeade included too many streets to count and admiring all the lovely little treats and toys in the window shop. The newest robes were in for winter already as Lily with the girls she was walking with stopped to admire the thick fur-lined velvets, and the patterned silks, trying their best to simply imagine themselves in it and not having to pay the price that hung with one too many zeros that was well out of their combined price. As lovely as it was Lily just moments before had nearly broke her own neck trying to examine the titles of the new books placed out in front of a shop, the other girls quickly passing by with little interest in books as they were already forced to read so much. Still there were a few good potion ones that caught her eye as she was reminded of Severus, wondering if he had already read them, or maybe he would like one.

Standing at the shop with among the chatter and laughter Lily smiled to herself a little surprised that the boy had become rather prominent in her thoughts since the dance. She found herself thinking about him a lot in fact as her gaze flickered back over to the bookstore, maybe she would get him a book...if anything he’d appreciate it, and she could use it as a thank you for teaching a bumbling fool like her Defense skills if one could call them that.

“Lily...?” The questioning tone breezed past her at first as she felt a tug on her shirt.

“Hmmm?” Lily was still rather focused on if she might have enough for another book on top of the ones she already bought. Really she did, so maybe....she felt another sharp tug.

“Lily!” A bolt of green flashed and several shops down the Three Broomsticks stood, quiet at first before suddenly wood and iron went flying through the air raining down in bits from the now darkening sky. Very soon other green bolts, and screams of curses reached her ear as the girls with her began to panic, all the while with her heart in her throat the Prefect tried to calm herself down enough to at least think past not getting hit by any of the curses.

All hell broke loose as suddenly the chaos began to explode around them. Staring out into the panic Lily was quick to grab the girls she was with. “Don’t just run around, get somewhere safe!” She shouted, pulling them away from the masses running and trampling each other. Even with the curses flying every which way she ushered them quickly off the main street, down an alley to safety in a store just as the owner was quickly throwing up his charms and protections before turning back and starting to head out. Ignoring the pulling hands on her jacket trying to get her to come back inside she shrugged them off and gave a small wave as the last of the charms brought the door closed and sealed it off. “I’ll be alright, I’ll be right back!” She shouted trying to be reassuring. It was safe there but there were still students out and about, there were younger years of students caught up in all of this who hadn’t the slightest idea how to protect themselves. Lily had a duty as a Prefect and a student of Hogwarts to help where she could even as she felt herself shake. Quickly she ran back out through the twisting turning small side roads past those smart enough to get away from the main streets and avoid being seen doing so. Every student she found she ordered back to the charmed and protected shop, some listened, others were determined to stay and fight.

Out in the main road she found herself nearly stalled with fear as she looked upon the black robes against the dark sky, and those masks...

Before she had not tried to look at who it was attacking, focusing on getting her friends out of the area, but now...now the slow, cold creep of terror raced through her as she clutched her wand. Her heart wildly slamming against her ribcage. The stories and whispers filling her mind with things that kept her up scared at night.

No! Now was not the time to freeze up as she watch several students she knew running through the streets, third years on one of their first trips out, one of the girls, Connie Rufflemoth was a sixth year she shared the same dorm with as she moved to call out to her...Only to watch a bright light exploded behind her and as the third year girls scattered she fell, pale writhing in pain as another flew towards her and hit, her screams growing. A tall figure in a robe and mask moving to stand over her.

“No...no...” Lily shook her head, steeling herself as she stepped out onto the street, every muscle protesting the movement as she raised her wand and her pace pick up into a run towards the two.

“Flipendo!” The figure was sent flying, his back meeting a very solid wall before he went still a moment. Lily hurried to help the other girl up, panting, crying, shaking so badly Lily could barely keep her grip. Calling over some of the third years she made them take her, ordering them down the way she’d come, “Go, hurry!” She ordered before heading up the street, trying to stay unnoticed as much as she could going up towards the now wrecked Three Broom Sticks, trying to see past the tears of fear that welled up in her eyes as her need to help battled with her fear of the wizards and witches attacking.

[EREBUS LINUS FAUST]

Hogsmeade was a curious place. No muggles here, only witches and wizards. For a school that prided itself on being integrating with all blood times, he found it curious that this wizarding village had been made. What sort of message did that send to students like him? That it was alright to be prejudiced? His nose wrinkled in distaste, but the aroma of something pleasant reached him, and he was soon looking around for the source.

The Honeydukes Sweets Shoppe was particularly busy this time of day. Erebus felt his stomach growl and he gazed at the shop longingly. If only he had the money... Professor Slughorn had given him an allowance for the day- just a few sickles, enough to buy himself a treat if he so desired. The man knew he had no parents, and he had no doubt Dumbledore might have told him he had no money to his name either.

He felt the silver coins in his pocket, bright blue eyes darting up to the sign. His stomach growled once more, and the decision had been made. He started to push past the other students to get to the counter. A sticky bun was his choice treat, and he paid the sickles for it before he headed back out, chomping down on the sweet food. It was absolutely delicious- well worth the sickles he'd paid for it he thought. A girl in his grade with bright blonde girls and freckles ran past him, bumping into him as she did so. "Sorry!" she'd turned back and apologized, a blush on her cheeks, before she continued on her way to her group of friends. He could see them gossiping, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know what they were saying.

It was unfortunate that he did not have time to follow that train of thought. He saw the flash before he heard the scream or noticed the storm. His hand snapped with lightning fast reflexes- there were more of them, and very quickly all hell broke lose. Wizards were throwing curses at one another, the curses were ricocheting from surfaces onto innocent bystanders- no, innocent bystanders were the victims of the assault.

He saw the group of third year girls who had just been gossiping about him be blasted out of the way by one of the men in robes. A blind rage came over him, and it was as if someone else was controlling his body, and everything he did was not done with conscious though. The masked wizard turned on him, and he swished his wand, having to say nothing as he sent the power towards the man- he dodges another curse sent at him and continued his assault until a curse hit, and the man screamed as his skin began to catch fire.

He ran forward and made sure the girls were okay, ushering them to go find one of the older students. He saw a familiar red haired sixth year- Lily Evans- and pointed them in her direction before he ran off again, the reality of what he had done finally hitting him- hard. He took refuge under a collapsed wall- the debris providing adequate shelter and prayed that it would all be over soon. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

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[keir]

It had started out as an ordinary October day. They'd gotten ready for Hogsmeade early that morning and had been some of the first students into town. After a perfect stop at the Three Broomsticks and a trip to Honeyduke's, the two boys were just idling around until it was time to leave. Hogsmeade trips were one of the perks of being a student, and it had been the perfect distraction from a few nights ago when he'd caused that mini catastophe.

He tried to pretend as if Roseline's episode had never happened, and he was doing fairly well so far. Keir was a very curious boy, but in order to keep from causing his best friend any more distress, he was keeping his mouth shut. Protectiveness...and loyalty, that was what he felt for Roselin, nothing else; and this was what made his heart beat just a little faster, made his chest feel a little tighter. The boy clenched and unclenched his hands in the pockets of his robes, smiling and trying to having as great a time as possible.

Yes, everything was going great until he heard a scream and then all hell broke loose. There was a flash of green light from near by and someone fell. Roselin's eyes widened as he saw wizards and witches run and flee- throwing and deflecting curses at one another. He grabbed Keir's hand and made a run for a nearby shelter- but then that was blasted away. He didn't even think enough to grab for his wand, but his eyes were wide with panic.

His eyes went wide, and he held Roselin's hand tightly. The boy looked about wildly, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. Curses and spells flew through the air, and he felt his body tense. He ran with Roselin without protest, but gasped when their soon-to-be shelter was destroyed. With his free hand he whipped out his wand and blocked a curse that was thrown in their direction. He then pulled Roselin in another direction, seeking new shelter.

Roselin didn't feel as if he could function. How could wizards do this to one another? They were supposed to be fighting against a common enemy: muggles. Why would they attack them? What had they done to deserve this? He breathed raggedly, his eyes wide. His body moved heavily- with each step he was taking felt like it was taking more effort than it should. He jerked away from Keir and started running in a different direction. No. He didn't want to hurt his friend.

One moment Roselin was with him, holding his hand, the next the other boy was running in another direction. "Roselin!!" Without hesitation, he ran after the boy. A spell hit a store sign above his head, sending burnt wood in every direction. A piece hit his head, cutting along his cheek; it caused him to stumble, but he then kept running after his best friend.

Roselin stopped when he heard the sign break apart. He knew his friend was running after him and he turned in shock just in time to see the piece hit Keir's head. He screamed, then, and the wind seemed to sweep up around him. He held his head as if he were in pain and shut his eyes tightly. Whatever this "wind" phenomenon was, it was dangerous. The next moment it hit the wall of one of the stores and tore it clear off sending stone and rubble everywhere. One of the wizards flinging curses was thrown through the air and through the demolished wall. It was a brief outburst of Roselin's magical ability, for the next moment the boy's eyes closed almost peacefully and he fell to the ground.

[MOLLY PREWETT]

Hogsmeade was no treat for Molly. Having attended every visit since she was thirteen, Molly knew the layout of the tiny village so well it was like looking at the back of her hand. Still, she found it cute, occupied by witches and wizards who were fond of the castle and it's occupants, but it wasn't Molly's ideal place for a home. She already thought Hogwarts was much too cold in the winter, and with the cold weather now approaching, Molly looked hopefully at the robes her, Lily and the girls were admiring through the shop windows as they past on their way to Three Broomsticks. The look on both hers and Lily's face told each other that neither of them could afford such state of the art clothes, but neither of them said anything to each other. Moving along, Molly watched as their friends edged forward, eager to get out of the chilly wind and into the pub where they could enjoy a drink beside the fire. Their conversation had been nothing too intriguing, just the usual chitter-chatter. Because Molly had attended Hogsmeade this weekend mostly on Lily's behalf, Molly lingered outside the bookshop where Lily stood, not wanting to leave her on her own but also taking no interest in the books she was staring at. Accepting silently that Lily was lost in thought, she turned her back on her and shivered slightly under her coat while she waited. With her hands buried deep into her pockets, Molly speculated on the weather and noticed the storm clouds that had appeared at an alarming quick rate.

"Lily?" Molly asked, her mouth gaping slightly at the sight of the sudden overcast weather and upkeep of wind. A tiny twinge in her gut told her that something was not right, and without taking her eyes off the sky, she turned her head slightly over her shoulder to attend to Lily's attention once more before a bright flash of light made her gasp and a dozen death eaters apparated before her eyes, just a mere few yards down the high road directly in front of her. "Lily!" Molly seized Lily's robes and directed her attention to the masked predators who were now blasting their way into Three Broomsticks. With a horrible stab of realization, Molly stared at the partially destroyed pub her other friends had just entered and looked wildly back around at Lily. But before she could say anything, Lily had already bolted ahead of her and headed straight for the targeted building. "Lily, NO!" screamed Molly, reaching out and just missing the material of her coat by an inch as she darted from her reach. Panicking slightly, Molly took another wild look around to see if help was on it's way before drawing her own wand.

Everything around Molly became a blur. Though not always good under pressure, her mind was set to searching for the safety of others. Lily had disappeared before her very eyes and Molly was not the kind of friend to turn around and run to her own virtue. Keeping her down and out of sight from any enemies, Molly darted between shops and alleyways, peering around corners and firing the occasional curse out in front of her for protection. Molly's breath began to quicken the more she thought about Lily, the martyr, running straight into the battle with absolute no fear. If she was hurt, or worse.... Molly didn't even want to think of what she'd do if that were the outcome. Molly quickly noticed the figure of a small girl laying face down on the ground not far from where she was crouching, and before thinking to look around she sprinted towards the girl, up turning her quickly to see if she was hurt and saw the fourth year glare blankly at her; eyes wide and glassy.

Gasping, Molly almost dropped the girls body from her arms in shock. Then, hastily, she picked her up in her arms and moved her away from the path where she was bound to be trampled on by panicked students and looked for a safe place to lay her. Finding solitude behind some outdoor bins, Molly looked apologetically at the girl quickly and pulled the hood of her cloak over her eyes before jumping back to her feet again. Before she came out from the dingy side alley, she heard a rough voice cry "Avada Kedavra!" and the silhouette of a green flash illuminated ahead of her. Letting out a small cry of terror, Molly peered around the brick corner bravely and waved her wand arm about wildly. "Stupefy! Stupefy! Protego! STUPEFY!"

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[mitzeh]

Inhaling deeply, Regulus tugged at the fabric of his cloak. Everything he owned was of highest quality and this piece of clothing was no difference; made of probably the most expensive material available in the United Kingdom, it did exceptionally good job at protecting him from cold. But he felt the need to wrap it tighter around his lanky frame not because of low temperature - he had never been a big fan of heat anyway - but because it was just one of those days. Everything seemed depressing and irritating and he couldn’t focus on anything for longer than a few minutes; he had only left Hogwarts hoping that a long walk would help him clear his mind. Usually he didn’t visit Hogsmeade if it wasn’t necessary - the magical village may be entertaining for those who came from less traditional families, but it didn’t hold much appeal to someone who had grown up with no Muggle influence whatsoever. If anything, he would probably be more interested in visiting a non-magical place - that is, assuming that he would ever forget about everything he had been taught, which would not be the case as long as he had a say in it, thank you very much.

Instead of strolling through the tiny streets of the village with his fellow students, Regulus therefore had decided to take a route that usually remained neglected by the rest of his peers, who only ever came to Hogsmeade to visit Three Broomsticks or spend all of their money in Zonko’s. As soon as they were all allowed to go their own ways, he had turned left, choosing to walk a path that encircled the village and led to the hill behind it, one that he was currently standing on. His shoes were unacceptably dirty from the walk, mud smeared all over the elegant black leather, but the boy did not seem to mind; he would simply tell the house elves to clean them as soon as he got back to school. He still despaired that Mother hadn’t let him take Kreacher with him; he would feel much more comfortable entrusting the loyal servant with his properties instead of letting random elves do the job. Perhaps next year he would be more successful convincing his Mother, or maybe Father would take his side? Surely they had to understand that someone of his position was expected to keep up certain appearances, especially in Slytherin.

The memory of home brought way too many feelings, not all of which were completely pleasant if he was to be honest with himself. Regulus would never admit it loud, but the darkness and emptiness of the mansion exhausted even him sometimes. His parents acquaintances and his Father’s coworkers visited often, of course, but otherwise it was just him and his parents these days; numerous house elves didn’t count as company, not really. He wondered briefly what it was like at the Potters’ house, where as he’d heard his brother was currently staying. That wasn’t a welcome trace of thoughts; for a short while, before he understood what was happening, Regulus was grateful for distraction as the chaos erupted.

He didn’t need to be one of the best students in his year to realize that the storm wasn’t a natural occurrence. Even from where he was standing he could hear the cumulated sound of many people apparating in one place, and despite the sudden darkness the cloaked figures weren’t hard to miss among disorientated masses. Regulus could see them moving, all the more clearly whenever another lightning flashed or someone casted a spell. Unlike most students he wasn’t too confused. He had seen a dark cloak in his Father’s wardrobe, along with a white mask exactly like the ones the attackers were wearing and although he hadn’t been told everything, he could at least suspect what it meant. His family had never hidden their attachment to old values and it was only natural for them to support the rising Dark Lord. Regulus’ mouth went suddenly dry; he hadn’t even realized that his whole body was shivering, his heart racing in his chest. It was one thing, hearing about this kind of things in the relative safety of his house, but seeing it happening was something completely different. The flash of green in the dark was unmistakable for anyone who knew about this kind of curses; Regulus watched the events with wide eyes, frozen, for what seemed like eternity - and then he started running down the hill, slipping on the wet grass. He didn’t think about helping anyone - all he knew was that he had to get as far from here as possible.

[ursula]

Hogsmeade had always fascinated Ursula. It was a small village with many wonderful things inside. Of course, it sometimes had some not so wonderful things inside, but Ursula chose not to dwell on that. She prefered happy, nice thoughts. They made things much, much more enjoyable.

Ursula was always in a good mood and if she wasn't, then she faked it. It was easier to let people think she was never sad than to let people see that she was. Plus, it made others feel better if they saw someone else feeling happy. It was weird logic, but it was logic none the less. Ursula liked making others happy, even if they were putting her down to make them feel better. Well, she didn't like to be made fun of, but it usually wasn't to her face, so it didn't hurt quite so much.

When Ursula arrived in Hogsmeade, she immediately went to Tomes and Scrolls to get a new book her father had asked her to read. Though she had no idea what it was about, he seemed to think it would help her 'problems' whatever they may be. Ursula didn't like to dwell on the thought that her father thought she was insane. It made her terribly unhappy.

After purchasing the book with some of the small allowance her father gave her, Ursula headed back outside. Upon opening the door, Ursula let out a small shriek. Everywhere she looked outside, there was chaos. So many people were running and screaming, it was insane. Ursula noticed some people in masks casting the killing curse (thankfully, most of these men had bad aim), but to her delight she noticed several school mates casting spells back at them.

In her hast to join in, Ursula dropped her bag and book and pulled out her wand. Though she usually wasn't a violent person, Ursula wanted to stop this madness and help the others. She quickly ran into a small shelter of rubble and looked up so that only her head and arms were visable. "Protego!" Ursula's quiet, dreamy voice called out. "Expelliarmus!" She shouted, hoping to disarm one of the bad guys, and not a fellow student.

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Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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[sethunya]

Normally Sethunya wouldn’t go out to Hogsmeade with the weather being as fickle as it is… But she decided to follow along with a bunch of other students from her classes that were heading down there. She wasn’t planning on getting anything, she was mostly forcing herself to hang out with people for once and make friends. Most of the time the girl was cooped up in the library or the common room reading books and doing work for classes, that or she was spending time in the courtyard or the lawn working on Transfiguration or Defense Against the Dark Arts, one she was particularly gifted in, and the other, not so much.

She decided, though, that she really needed to get some sort of fresh, even if a little, sunlight. Of course, the day she chose was particularly bone chilling, which was another reason why she normally wouldn’t go to Hogsmeade in this kind of month, it seemed as though the weather couldn’t ever figure out what it wanted to do.

The girl didn’t have anything for her to buy anything in particular, so she stuck with just looking around Zonko’s and Honeydukes for no particular reason. After a while people got a little snippy simply because she didn’t make any move to purchase anything, and once the snippy behaviors began she went on her merry way out the door and into the frigid air of the little busy street. She smiled softly at some students she had recognized from class, but continued to walk around just looking through windows and smiling or waving at some people she knew more than other, simply through her classes. Of course, being Sethunya, she recognized their faces but couldn’t remember their names.

It wasn’t long before the clouds became dark and covered the sun’s light; Sethunya looked towards the darkening sky and instantly stopped walking. It looked like it was going to rain, and she suspected it was simply the fickle weather, but this had happened so quickly and suddenly, there was no way this was a natural storm, but the girl hadn’t ever been so attentive of the weather to truly know for certain. Then lightning flashed, and a little yelp squeaked from Sethunya’s lips – the girl absolutely detested lightning, loved thunder and rain, but really truly disliked lightning.

After a moment, she dismissed the odd coloring of the sky and the lightning, even though it slightly frightened her. But no sooner had she begun to walk again she heard strange noises coming from behind her. All of a sudden, and for no apparent reason, wizards in cloaks, wands ready, and white masks covering their faces apparated into view… At first she thought them cowards for hurting people but having to wear masks to cover up their identity, but then she thought that maybe the whole point was for people to not know who they were, which made much more sense… The thought crossed her mind as soon as one of the masked figures pointed his wand in her direction. She tried thinking of something to protect herself, but she had never been good at Defense against any kind of magic, not even disarming a wizard of his wand, but it was better for her to try now more than ever. With a quick wit she pulled out her wand from her robes – which she had still been wearing – the incantation leaving her lips with a flick of her wrist, and before she could even see if she had disarmed the being, or distracted him, she began to run.

It didn’t matter if she had disarmed him, she was simply hoping she had distracted him… But she was off, her robe flying behind her, and she was sure she had dropped one of her books as she ran, but that didn’t matter. Sethunya just wanted to get out of Hogsmeade now, that’s all she wanted. But instead, she simply slipped into a dark alleyway beside one of the buildings, hoping to simply be out of sight and out of mind of the Hogsmeade attackers. Whoever they were, and whatever they were trying to do, she knew this wouldn’t be good. She didn’t particularly like hearing the screams coming from some people, and she didn’t like hearing the whoosh of wands in the air doing spells to fight… If she was the slightest bit brave, and the slightest bit good at Defense, she would have been out there herself swinging her wand around and protecting Hogsmeade.

ooc: if it's terrible, just tell me and i'll remove it, i don't mind at all.

[lily]

The frightened third year students seemed to almost be deaf, shaking like leaves as others babbled about a man in a robe, and then a young boy who told them to come to her. She tried to keep up, it was confusing at first until a girl less shaken up pointed from where they'd come.

She followed the way one pointed watching a familiar body running through as she handed off the girl she held. Her blood went cold in her veins seeing the smaller form, the sweet child, the brilliant little things she'd met only once before and shared cookies with and...

"Erebus! Erebus come back!" She tried to get her voice to carry only to find that it drew more unwelcomed attention. "Merlin's beard..." She stepped up and was quick to throw up a shield yelling at the students to run before she found an opening to stupefy the other, but not before she lost sight of the other she'd tried to stop from running. Where had Erebus had gone? She'd started through the panicked crowd before she heard another voice, a familiar one calling out to her.

Turning she looked at Molly, rather surprised...What was she doing here? She'd thought she'd made sure everyone was back at the shop she'd led them too, but now...

"MOLLY!" She shouted, starting towards her friend trying to wade through the students and other Hogsmeade residents running around to get to the other girl who was making a beeline towards the first target the witches and wizards in the dark robes had gone for.

The Three Broomsticks was chaos, the epicenter of the hellish day the field trip had become. She could see teacher who had come trying their best to keep everyone organized and moving back towards the safety of other buildings. Surely there would be people going back towards Hogwarts now...was it safe there as well? It was just so much going on, Lily's head abuzz with it all as she got closer to Molly now, only an arm's length away. "We'll get there and get every out...get them away from..." She didn't see the man level his wand at her, only his shout caught her attention as she looked up.

Crucio!

A bright green flash, that was all she saw before she was hit with a near blinding pain. She wasn't sure how she ended up on the ground moments later, but she could feel the cold hard earth against her back, and there was screaming. She wasn't sure who it was until she felt her lungs burn, begging for a breath of air.

It had been her screaming. Now panting as she clutched the almost dead autumn grass, nearly worn out by where others have walked. She felt pain, like a bad burn from holding ones hand too close to a candle, only all over her left arm. She saw boots treading closer towards her, the edges of dark robes as she tried to push herself up. It seemed like he'd mostly missed her, but it was so hard to move, every muscle tense, but feeling so weak as she tried to drag herself up to aim her wand. She just felt so heavy, everything still washed out in white and burning.

[SEVERUS SNAPE]

Severus had always believed he had precognitive abilities of sorts. As a child he had always been able to tell when situations would turn sour, when it was wise to tread lightly, when it was prudent to remain out of sight.

The day had begun as normally as possible,but there had been something...off about it. Something wrong, Severus hadn't been able to really put his finger on what the source of the trepidation he was feeling was, but as he had always had sharp instincts he knew that there was a reason for it. It had been a Hogsmeade weekend, which was good, as he was in need of new ingredients for the extra curricular potions he was brewing. Professor Slughorn had finally requested he buy a few things for himself, as he was having trouble keeping them in stock due to Severus' many little projects.

This presented an unfortunate situation as he didn't have much gold to begin with and had rather been relying on using Slughorns stores. Still his own academic curiousity won out in the end and found him shopping the apothecary, nimble fingers picking out the very best ingredients.

Once he had paid for his things he nodded shortly to the shopkeeper, turning toward the exit and twisting out of the way of a particular nasty looking wizard who was at least four times his size. Reaching for the door before it closed he was struck with a sudden indescribable feeling, something cold seeping into his stomach.

Darl, ebony eyes turned up to the sky where the clouds were twisting, where the sky was turning nightmarish. Lightning flashed and then he heard a girls scream that set his very teeth on edge. It was quiet once more and then chaos broke out.

He saw Alastair Redwood, surprisingly not running, staring into the sky at something, but he had no time for him even when the boy saw him and stepped forward. He had just had a sickening realization.
Suddenly he remembered something he should have thought of right away. Lily was supposed to be in Hogsmeade today as well. He was filled with the most terrifying shock of fear and anxiety, rushing from the shop without even hearing the shopkeeper yelling after him.

He had no idea what was happening , the streets were filled with people now, people with wands drawn, confused shouts ringing out against cobblestone streets. Every time he saw a flash of red he was immediately inspecting it, his heart sinking when it wasn't her.

There was another scream that rent the air, turning his stomach and making him sick. A horrible wrenching sound that was filled with pain. Somehow, without really understanding how he knew it was her. Fuck. Fuck. She was in danger, something was happening.

How dare anyone hurt her. A new emotion had taken the place of fear, white, hot, burning hatred. Something far darker and more intense than he had ever felt for Potter and his friends. He would fucking kill them.

With his wand clutched painfully tight in his long fingers, he dashed towards where she was, barely even registering how he knew where to go, barely even seeing where he was, completely enshrouded in murderous rage. When he reached the place that rage had become torrential. He didn't see Molly Prewett there, his vision had seemed to tunnel to his friend. His Lily lying on the ground.

[ALASTAIR REDWOOD]

Alastair could only stare up at the perversion of the sky. Logically he knew he should be moving, should be hiding or doing something, anything other than staring like a complete idiot. But it was strange, it didn't feel real, it hadn't quite sunken in yet.

He had been in Hogsmeade waiting for his brother, Devon. The two had been on better terms recently and they had planned to meet here, but he fervently hoped that Devon had turned and gone home. There was a sickly shade to the world and he gripped his wand tightly in his fingers, eyes snapping toward a familiar figure. He saw Snape moving quickly as people began to react to everything happening. He moved toward him, intending to ask him if he knew what was happening, but the older boy looked hellbent on something else and quickly disappeared.

Alastair grit his teeth, turning and moving upstream on the crowd, he heard shouts coming from an alleyway and found a dark figure standing over another, this one a student. The students body was oddly crumpled and shivering as though in pain and the other was brandishing a wand over his body.

Alastair growled, casting a powerful, non-verbal stunning spell at the person who fell over with a loud thunk. The student, a young looking boy scrambled to his feet, looking wide-eyed at Alastair.

"Get back to the castle!" Alastair shouted at him, turning on heel and running again. He stuck to the shadows as best he could, eyes peeled, narrowing. Then he saw another familiar face and he turned once more. Regulus Black was running straight at him.

"Black!" He called out, grabbing the boys arm, "Are those people who I think they are?" He needed answers for the swirl of questions formulating in his mind and he knew if this was what he believed it to be a fellow Slytherin would have more answers.

[seriouslysirius]

Why was he stuck with Peter? Sirius looked depressingly at his side, and found Peter's shorter blond head bobbing up and down by his arm. Sirius looked away, scowling, and just hurried his step. Maybe if he walked fast enough Peter would give up keeping up with him and go away, or get lost all on his own, or get blown away by the wind. Sirius didn't much care about Peter's fate as long as it got him rid of him.

Sirius's boots clicked hard against the frosted cobblestones that paved the way from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, the cold bite of the wind stinging further as Sirius seemed to be rushing straight towards it. With his hands dug into his leather jacket, and the collar turned up against the foul weather, Sirius quickened his pace towards Hogsmeade, trying to ditch Peter before they even got there. He still couldnt understand why James and Remus didn't take Peter with them. They knew that Sirius didn't like Peter. Was it some kind of subtle revenge, leaving Peter behind them so he could catch and latch onto him just the minute he was putting his foot on the first stone on the passage to Hogsmeade?

Sirius had managed to cut a good distance between him and Peter by the time he was half the way to Hogsmeade. He was too intensely focused on getting rid of Peter to notice the sudden change in the skies, and lets face it, Sirius was never a weather kind of person. He didn't care much if the sun shined or if it decided to piss them all down, so it took him a few moments to notice the dark clouds hanging menacingly over the little magical village. He only noticed as soon as he had pushed through the first small houses lining the way to the heart of the village. Sirius stopped in his steps and looked up, one eyebrow crooked as he observed the sky. Where had all those black clouds suddenly came from? The little hairs on the back of his neck stood all on end, sending a chill down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold weather. He screwed his eyes against the light, trying to get a better look as something seemed to move in the clouds. What the fuck where those tiny black spots up there, darting around like a flock of angry birds? His eyes grew wide in alarm and his lips thinned to the danger of disappearing as he saw the sudden flashing of green lights. "Fuck" was the only word that escaped his lips as he stared up at the flashes of green lights, instantly recognizing them as dark magic. Sirius didn't know that a few yards away into the village, one person he had a strong disliking for, Severus Snape, had just used the same word to express his feelings about the situation before running to the person he cared for most in the world, that secretly being Lily Evans.

Sirius did just the same as a loud, booming and crashing noise reached his ears from where he stood there at the end of the village.He ran. Without thinking, Sirius started running, not back to the castles like any normal thinking human being would have done by now, but running headlong towards the very heart of the village, straight for the source of all the shouting and chaos. There where his best friends in there for merlin's sake, and he would never forgive himself if something happened to them. James and Remus where the closest thing he had to a family, he couldn't lose them. No, no no. And certainly not at the hands of death eaters. Sirius's face darkened at the thought of death eaters, they had to fuck with him first before he let any death eaters get near his friends.

The whole place was a mess. There where debris of broken buildings and shop signs littering the streets, top of buildings catching fire and burnt ashes still floating slowly and poetically through the air like burning butterflies. Sirius's run had fallen down to a jog, and now almost a walk as his eyes took in his surroundings. He was both shocked and saddened by the sight of the destroyed village. It was hell. He was surprised as someone dead smacked into his chest. Grabbing the person by the arms that slammed himself into Sirius, he straightened them up, realizing it was no one but his brother, Regulus. He scowled at Regulus and quickly retreated his hands away as though he was disgusted, pushing his younger brother away and started running again. A small tiny part in Sirius was somewhat relieved that his brother was not involved in the whole mess and that he wasn't hurt. But that was a small insignificant voice in the very depths of Sirius's being, and he barely registered it as he ran with all the force he had towards the chaos to reach The Three Broomsticks where he was supposed to meet James and Remus. He would be there with them right now, sipping butterbeer only if he'd been there a little earlier and if all this disaster hadn't happened.

Sirius pushed through the mess of people that were running this way and that, all shouting, screaming and some of them trying to defend themselves. The sight of a small girl, shaking as she branded her wand and fired spells randomly up at the attackers reminded Sirius he had his wand. "Oh, right." he crouched a little and pulled his wand from the side of his boot, straightening back up just in time to fire a spell at one of the dark figures that had decided to descend in front of him and block his path. "Oh just fuck off! Defendo! Stupefy!" said Sirius, not pausing long enough to see the effect his spell had on the attacker but running straight for the Three Broomsticks, right where it seemed to be the source of all this chaos. Sirius felt his insides flip, and accumulated speed. Why was the Three Broomsticks at the other end of the village?

Sirius pushed a bunch of small kids away, and shouted to them to get back to the castles now, and he also fired another bunch of spells laced with hexes at three death eaters that were crowding in on two fifth year boys. They were all bloody cowards, attacking defenseless kids. When he was turning away, looking at the Three Broomsticks that stood now just a few mere feet away from him, Sirius caught sight of Pandorah. Her big icy blue eyes and dark hair whipping in the wind made him falter for a second, and he was about to shout at her and tell her to get away from here when he saw a death eater over her shoulder taking aim at her. Sirius didnt have time to think, he only pushed Pandorah down on the ground with an outstretched arm and counter-spelled her attacker. When Sirius was sure he was done with that one death eater, he looked at Pandorah, who was down on the ground, he was jumping from one foot to the other, looking from the girl to The Three Broomsticks and back at her, and than he quickly crouched down by her side, pulled her up in a seating position and said quickly "What the hell are you dong here? Look, just be safe", giving her a confused look, his eyebrows meshing together. He knew she was a brave smart girl, and that she would take care of herself, and he needed to find his friends right now.

Sirius pushed himself up and ran for the direction of the Three Broomsticks, his boots not making quiet proper contact with the ground and sending him stumbling a little forward, dashing gravel behind him as his boots tried to gain back friction and balance him up straight. Sirius made it into the Three Broomsticks door half crouched, half pushing himself up off the ground and coughing in all the smoke and fire debris that seemed to cloud every spot of the Three Broomsticks. Sirius couldn't see a thing, save for the roof that was burning in bright red flames. He straightened himself up against a broken beam, looking maddly around him and choking on the foul smoke. His throat felt clogged and his eyes burnt, a watery film coming over his silver gray eyes as he shouted, trying to be heard over the loud noises from the streets "JAMES! REMUS! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

[pandorah]

Pandorah had already finished most of the shopping that she had planned to do on this trip. In her arms was only one bag however, she disliked carrying several when they only had a little bit in them so she had just stuck the other bags in the biggest one. The only thing she had left to do was try and relax at The Three Broomsticks. Having come here with a group but ultimately alone she wasn't sure she would be able to get a place to sit. While standing a few shops away and looking at the building, pondering if she should even bother the roof suddenly blew off in quite a massive explosion. It took her several moments to comprehend what had happened and by then it was far too late to even think about getting away from the chaos that erupted around her.

Normally the Prefect wasn't exactly the sweetest or kindest person around but there was no way she was going to allow those that were younger then her be harmed. The bag containing who knew what was shoved inside her robes and out came her wand, her hair flying every which way as she began to scan the streets hoping she could help others without getting blasted all to hell herself. Several younger years came running up to her recognizing her as the Prefect who often bitched at them though this time they were looking for help. There were not that many adults around oddly enough, either that or someone had made sure to be rid of them, which was a very scary thought. Unconsciously Pan put her arm around one of the trembling kids and ran off with them pushing them into a shop and telling them to bolt it down, do whatever they had to to keep the damned door shut. She was a sixth year and not too shabby with her magic so there was no reason to hole herself up and hide. Now was obviously the time to fight.

She saw a group of black clad individuals, wearing odd masks. The masks were somewhat familiar but she could not place them and right now it was of little importance. One of the people lifted their wand and she reacted without thinking. He or she was pointing it at someone, not her it seemed but Pandorah let fly a spell of her own just moments before they got one off. “Expelliarmus!” The other persons wand went flying and unfortunately several of the group were immediately attuned to not only her presence but the thread she now seemed to possess. Knowing when it was a good time to fight and then a good time to run she ducked behind the building she was near and ran off in another direction. Getting herself blasted wouldn't help anyone, least of all her own person.

She was so intent on where she was going that for some reason when she paused to catch her breath she didn't even notice the black clothed figure behind her. Suddenly there was an arm knocking her down and she heard the voice of Sirius speaking from above her. This was why she didn't move, if he was there then he was probably the one that knocked her down and with good reason. When he helped her up she brushed back her long fall of hair and peered into his eyes, a smudge of dirt on her nose and a scrape along her cheek now, the ground wasn't exactly the softest place to be shoved into. “I was doing what anyone does here!” She snapped at him without much heat and quickly jumped to her feet eyes scanning everywhere. “I will be safe. Sirius, you be safe too, please.” Her tone was plaintive and before either one of them could even think about it they were both running off, in opposite directions.

Everywhere there was chaos and screaming. Her head throbbed with all the noise and her pale eyes were somewhat blurry from the smoke where several explosions had rocked Hogsmeade. There was just so much going on and she helped where she could but it was a little overwhelming. Finally she spotted someone she knew, Lily Evans and whom she believed to be Molly Prewett but she couldn't tell from this distance. As she began running up to them Lily was hit with a spell and began to scream as she fell. Lily was her friend, though they were not all that close the girl was one of the first people to even want to be friends with her and that was something Pandorah would cherish even if they somehow never got closer or fell apart.

Once she had to stop as one of the black clad people cross her path. Thankfully they didn't see her and moved on though because they didn't see her she cast a spell on him from behind. She was not above using some of their own tactics on them. “Stupify!” With a flick of her wrist the spell his the back of their head and she had to fight not to yell BOOM headshot! Giggling a bit off key she finally made her way over to where poor Lily was, and now Severus as well it seemed. She would do anything to protect the other Prefect, the girl with the flaming red hair, her friend. She just silently hoped it wouldn't come down to her own demise in the process.

[mitzeh]

His plan of leaving Hogsmeade unscratched had gone to hell after about two hundred meters, because he had only run so far before a cloaked figure blocked his way. For a second he wanted to try and introduce himself, say something stupid like “get out of my way, moron, you probably know my parents, go cast spells at some muggleborns instead”, but he knew before he even opened his mouth that it would be hopeless. These people hadn’t been sent here to ask questions - they had been sent here to cause as much chaos as possible, and Regulus could only imagine what his Mother would have written on his grave: here lies Regulus Black, too stupid to avoid trouble and unable to defend himself once he didn't. Something along the lines, anyway. He waved his hand, focusing strongly on one word: Expelliarmus! Months of self-assigned training had not gone to waste, he didn’t even need a wand to cast that spell. He grabbed it tightly anyway - he didn’t need everyone to know that he had been practicing wandless, non-verbal magic. It might be approved of in his House, but the entirety of Hogwarts was another story.

Regulus didn’t turn to see if the man - or woman, for all he knew - had recognized him at last. They’d had enough time to study his features, if they knew his parents, they would know him as well. Instead he ran faster, this time sticking to the shadows and only casting spells when someone stood in his way. Despite being able to hear curses being cast everywhere around him and even seeing some of the students crunching under the hexes, he didn’t help anyone. He would perhaps stop to save a fellow Slytherin, but he didn’t know any of the ones he’d seen so far; he barely recognized the faces of a few. Sometimes someone tried to hex him, or a spell would ricochet and go his way, but he mostly used Protego and Expelliarmus as he worked his way towards the castle. These people were his parents associates, after all.

He almost hexed Redwood as the prefect grabbed his arm, but quickly backed down upon recognizing the other boy’s face. Regulus cocked his head to the side, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth absentmindedly as he pondered the question. It surprised him that a half-blood would know anything about the death eaters. In Slytherin these things didn’t remain secret for long - everybody knew that Redwood had been brought up in a Muggle village, and quite frankly his nomination for a prefect had been quite a surprise to many of them. The fact that his brother was a Gryffindor didn’t work in his advantage either, but Regulus guessed he wasn’t one to talk in this particular case. Redwood was smart too, and Black knew they shared certain interest in magic itself, but decided to be careful nonetheless. They weren’t friends, not in common understanding of the word, and in Slytherin you had to be very careful with your trust. “It depends. Who do you think they are, Redwood?” he spat, turning his head slightly as a green light flashed in the distance. “They are people casting killing curses at Hogwarts students. I’m sorry, but I didn’t stop to introduce myself.” His words could be a confirmation of Alastair’s suspicions as well as negation, but surely a fellow Slytherin would understand why Regulus had to answer so ominously. He was basically being asked whether he knew who a group of murderers was - saying “yes” outwardly would be like admitting you collaborated with them, and that could end very badly for him. Admitting to many things could end badly; no one in Slytherin even gave straightforward questions if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.