UTS: The Plot

[Dan]

Quote:They came with no warning. No one had time to prepare. It was the day that the most famous school of Witchcraft and Wizardry had fallen. Large parts of the castle and its grounds had been destroyed in the largest attack the wizarding world had seen. Bodies lay everywhere like bullets on the ground. Screams from students and staff alike echoed off the walls of the place where they were supposed to be safe.
But no one was there to save them.

One man stood on the roof of the Gryffindor Common Room. He looked down from the roof. His face was pale, as if he was going to be physically sick. He shut his eyes for a few moments and whispered a brief chant.

It was as if time had frozen for a brief moment. The screaming stopped, the alarm bells were silenced, and all that could be heard were the songs of two Phoenixes which were perched on the wall next to the man. He took hold of both of the Phoenixes and turned around, crouching down behind the tower wall.

Just as he crouched, the silence was interrupted by a burst of light. Moments later, there was a monumental roar. Everything was thrown into the air. Students, death eaters, and all sorts of magical creatures which inhabited the school and grounds were thrown hundreds of feet into the air.
The man and the two Phoenixes were left untouched. He stood up and turned around, the two animals still perched in his hand. He looked yet more pale now, as if he had just received a dementor's kiss.

He was responsible for the deaths of all of these people.

The bodies dropped like flares from the sky, landing all around the grounds of the school. As the final body hit the ground, the man fell onto his knees. It was happening, just like he'd been told.
He began to feel tired. His eyelids were becoming heavier and heavier, and as his eyes closed the man’s body fell to the ground. The two phoenixes fluttered to the floor along side him. The spell had exhausted his body, but his mind was most definitely active.

The man was the deputy headmaster of the school. He was one of the most powerful wizards of his time, and had an overwhelming strength that only few wizards possessed. He had sacrificed this strength to ensure that Hogwarts was protected. But with this protection was a cost. He had killed thousands of wizards, witches and magical creatures which had lived at Hogwarts.

This was one of the many dark secrets left untold.

Many wizards had dared to find the castle, but their efforts came to nothing. The spell that had been cast could only be broken by one person and one person alone. Wizards wrote books and articles claiming they knew what had happened to the castle, but they were all dismissed by the Ministry.




Eighty-five years passed.

Through the misty intricacy of the Forbidden Forest, an explorer was making his way through a path that had been covered by leaves when his foot came into contact with a battered old book lying on the ground. He looked down, frowning at the book. Taking a knee, he put one hand on the book to scrape the dirt off the cover.
As his hand made contact with the book, it began to hover in the air. The man took his hand off the book and stood up, and as he did so the book began to move forwards.
He followed.

The book guided him through the leaf covered path, until it stopped at an opening in the tall trees. He took one step out of the opening, and gasped for air. It was as if he was being suffocated.
He fell to the ground, but began to breathe. He was conscious, but not awake. It was as if he was in some sort of dream world.

Inside the Gryffindor common room, a man still lay on the floor, a phoenix on either side of his body. The room was still lined with Gryffindor’s colours, along with several pictures, posters and notices. It was if the school year was in full swing. The Gryffindor crest still sat, skewed slightly from the previous fight with the death eaters.

The man on the floor began to breathe.

Precisely three minutes and fifty three seconds later, both of the men opened their eyes.

The explorer found his head surrounded by leaves, the book that had guided him to the opening on top of his right hand. He glanced upwards; his eyes scanned the ruined castle. Although he had never been to this place before, and he had only ever heard rumours of its beauty he was entranced.

The man inside the castle glanced around the room in which he lay. He stood up and began to stretch. He stood for a moment, looking around the room and straightening out the robes he was wearing. Two piles of ash lay either side of him.
He strolled towards the Gryffindor crest, taking out his wand and uttering, “Reparo”. The crest straightened itself out, and began to shine in the sunlight.
There were two short bursts of flames, but the man did not turn to see what was going on.
The two phoenixes flew onto the man’s shoulders and began to sing to each other, just like they had all those years ago.


Hogwarts had been awoken.

The summer evening's sky was an array of deep oranges and reds. It was a peaceful evening in London city centre. The hustle that would ensue in just 10 or 11 hours would take all of that away.
A man stood on his apartment balcony, his head up in the air as he starred into the sky. He took in a deep breath of the polluted city air, exhaling slowly as he looked down at the expensive watch on his wrist.
It wasn't like his owl to be late. If it had been any other person this would have been insignificant, but for him it was far from that. His eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of his owl.

It was several minutes before his eyes caught a glimpse of something, far in the distance. He recognised it almost immediately, but something was different. It usually carried a fairly heavy load of letters.
Today it carried just a single note, wrote on a scruffy bit of parchment.

The owl landed on the balcony and began to peck at its master. The man petted the bird with one hand as he tried to untie the parchment with the other. He glanced at the front of the letter. Printed onto it on block capitals were the words "For the Minister". The man frowned as he opened the folded piece of parchment and began to read the enclosed message.

His expression changed from a frown to that of awe. He tapped the owl on its head gently, and it flew away. He turned around and walked indoors towards his fire place. A bowl lay on the coffee table filled with a dust like material. He furiously took a handful of the dust and threw it into the fire. "The Ministry of Magic", he said, defining each syllable as if he was almost spelling it out.

There was a breeze of air and he was absorbed into the fire. The piece of parchment lay on the coffee table next to the bowl of dust. It was folded in such a way that only the bottom of the note could be seen.
It read, "Signed, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. The School of Witchcraft and Wizardary."

He arrived at the Ministry.

The quiet and tranquil surroundings of the Ministry were only hampered by a single man's footsteps. They were defined, sharps steps from a man who meant business. The steps became less frequent until there were no more that could be heard at all. The man uttered a few words under his breath generating a spark at the tip of his wand. The spark vanished almost instantly as if it had split into several different pieces and had been given a set destination to go to.

Indeed it had been given a set of destinations to go to.

It took just a minute before the tranquillity of the hall was eliminated. Wizards and witches of all different shapes and sizes were appearing out of thin air talking to one another as they walked towards the man. They were all puzzled as to why he had brought them back here at such a time. There was one final 'poof' as the final official made his way towards the minister. As he walked closer to the crowd the others fell silent, and just one of the crowd spoke out.

"What is it, minister?", they asked with a concerned tone to their voice.
"The school", he replied. These two words created a stir within the crowd which was quickly dampened with the shrill cry of a small woman close to the front of the crowd.
"When?!", she shouted, causing several of the crowd to squirm with intolerance at the high pitched scream.
"I received a note just half an hour ago", the minister said, his eyes fixed on the crowd. He quickly continued, eager to keep the attention of all those present. "It's genuine, signed by the man himself. I propose that a group of us head out there now to see for ourselves, led by me".
This created another stir, instantly creating a divide between the crowd. Several members of the ministry backed off, whilst others stood behind the minister. It would take some time before they believed what had happened.

And so the group of ministers vanished into thin air leaving the remainder behind to discuss what they had been told. One thing was for sure: things were about to change.
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• Ministry find out Hogwarts is back. (shown above)
• Rebuilt, press interview with staff team selection.
• School reopens.
• Some staff are secretly evil and are plotting against tool & my char.
  

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Just a draft so far.
I'd like to hear what you think, along with any suggestions or questions you may have.

[James Mack]

Cool, but what next? What are we role playing? Students in the first year of a new Hogwarts? Or those that discovered it? I vant details!

[Dan]

We are role playing from two months after this has happened.
The ministry has found out that the castle has been discovered, along with Tool and my character, they have been interviewed by the MoM as well as various newspapers and the wizarding press.
The school is opening for a new term, and the first topic will be the opening ceremony.

[Kkytha]

So all incomers don't have to be first years, right?


EDIT: WOAHHHH a sig???

[Jenni]

cool, sounds good so far, but isn't that just starting off the plot like the old forum. Is there going to be anything different other than the school reopening after being found again? It would be a little boring if everything just went back to normal...

[James Mack]

What we need... is a bad guy. But not just another Dark Lord. We need something new - perhaps an evil, sadistic school teacher who has infiltrated the school and canes the children when Dan isn't looking? How about he tries to raise an army out of school children? And bring down the Ministry?

Yes, I did construct that paragraph as I went along.

[Dan]

(31-12-2009 12:22 AM)Kkytha Wrote:  So all incomers don't have to be first years, right?


EDIT: WOAHHHH a sig???

People can be who they want... more or less.

(01-01-2010 06:38 PM)Jenni Wrote:  cool, sounds good so far, but isn't that just starting off the plot like the old forum. Is there going to be anything different other than the school reopening after being found again? It would be a little boring if everything just went back to normal...

You have a good point there.
We'll open it differently.

(01-01-2010 09:19 PM)James Mack Wrote:  What we need... is a bad guy. But not just another Dark Lord. We need something new - perhaps an evil, sadistic school teacher who has infiltrated the school and canes the children when Dan isn't looking? How about he tries to raise an army out of school children? And bring down the Ministry?

Yes, I did construct that paragraph as I went along.

We do, I agree again. Not someone who's openly evil, but someone who is secretly brewing up evil within the school walls.
I like it.


EDIT:
Check part two - additions and edits are appreciated.

[Josh]

Cool.

Is it possible some students weren't there when Hogwarts went up in flames?

[Rakshana Glass]

Hey....why can't the teach be a hot young female...? Less suspicion....

[James Mack]

the teacher? Don't you mean the evil person?