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[color=da3620][b]Currently looking for a partner for a Harry Potter inspired story. Am looking for either a male or female partner whom is versed on the Harry Potter time line and understands the story. One whom knows the lore is preferred however it is not fully necessary to apply. As applied this is an eighteen plus story due to the excessive violence and adult themes so if your younger than this when you apply this is your issue, there will be no actual played out scenes of erotic nature however just fade to black. Ideally want a partner who is in this for the long run and will commit to the story and equally someone who can write more than just a couple paragraphs for each post. Romance is possible but it is not the entirety of this story nor will it become the story. If this sounds like you than please read on below for more information.[/b][/color][/centre]

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[color=#FFC300]The year is 2007, it has been nine years since the battle at Hogwarts ended the second wizarding war. Since Voldemort's defeat by Harry Potters hand the wizarding world has finally after such a period of terror has found a sense of normality again. Harry Potter the man who survived the killing curse twice has ascended to Head of the Auror Department. A lot of things have changed under Harry's appointment and magical crime has never been lower. But after an incident involving the death of an Auror named Percival it is discovered that this normality, this peace that was hard obtained may very well be coming to end. Fellow veteran and also a man who made his name at the Battle of Hogwarts, Warren Vance was the partner of Percival and was also the one who was there when he died. A man haunted by a singular moment in time, he is thrust into a world of darkness and ancient magics that have never been seen in the current time. It becomes a race against time to not only stop an incredibly powerful force but to protect the ones he loves from one who wants to destroy everything they have all worked hard to obtain.[/color]

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[color=#FFC300]A lot of this roleplay is going to revolve around this new powerful force however it is also going to revolve around the life of an Auror at the same time. An important aspect of this story is that Warren is part of the Hit Wizards, a small section of the Auror department that concentrates on the darkest and most powerful of dark witches and wizards. In a nut shell they actively go after the witches and wizards too powerful for the main body of the Auror department. They are by name 'Special Investigation Unit' and are in essence a secretive unit from the rest of the department. As they deal with with incredibly powerful threats their identities as Hit Wizards are kept highly confidential for their sake and their families. The SIU is basically a cover name so that no one in the main body of the Auror department is any the wiser. This section of the department is solely under the command of Harry Potter and they report only to him on all matters. Members in this department are all incredibly talented, the very tests to even become a Hit Wizard are strenuous at its worst and deadly at its best. All Hit witches or wizards have a special skill, something that most others can't do, or can't do well, or at all, this is a prerequisite for being a candidate into the Hit Wizards Department. They only accept the best and the brightest.[/color]

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[color=#FFC300]If you read this far I promise just a little farther. Now if your still interested you probably want to know where your character comes into this insanity. Your going to in a nut shell be Warren's new partner in the Hit Wizards Department and or SIU. Harry Potter in an attempt to bolster the dwindling numbers of the SIU due to death or injury has contacted the other departments of magical law across the world requesting highly skilled individuals to come to Britain and undergo testing for the SIU. Now where this leaves you is you can decide if you want to, where you come from. You can come from pretty much any magical department, this includes the American version which is called the Magical Congress of the United States of America. My idea for this was to give you ease of access to creating whatever lore you desired in and around your character. Not much is known lore wise for a lot of locations magic wise so this gives you full reign to basically create lore very much like I will be. Now you don't have to do any of this of course but the option is there and open for you. Beyond that my first post in the roleplay will lead you into the story and you can pick up from there.[/color]

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[color=#FFC300]Its important to know that if you embark on this journey that I don't want you to be a second seat, or in other words just following my story an never branching out to do your own thing. I try never to work like that with a partner, you are free to mold and shape this world with me, and it is encouraged that you create your ideal world along with mine. There is tons of lore to be made and tons of aspects in this roleplay to be discovered and used, so don't ever feel like you have to give away to me. You don't have to do any of this of course, you can just follow the story if that's what you want to do, but you are free to do anything in this roleplay while we progress the story forward. I am always open to discussion about anything in this roleplay so don't be shy. With that I have prepared a short exert below and a Photoshop as well, so please do enjoy. No really the exert is rather important so you should probably read it lol. Its short I promise.[/color]

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[color=54fd39]Warren stood silently on the elevated grassy knoll on that warm but lightly rain filled afternoon. His eyes were firm but soft, his hands were down by his sides, his wand up his sleeve in the worn black leather holster he wore on his wrist, the edge of the wand was right near his hand, ready just in case. Around him were various people of all ages and walks of life, all of them sat silently in black shoddy chairs, above them the rain was beating against what was seemingly an invisible barrier, it rolled almost hypnotically down the sides and away from the people underneath. In front of them sat a dark chestnut colored coffin contained above a perfect rectangular hole, the coffin floated in the air gently, a few people seated around were sniffling quietly, all their eye's were closed and their heads bowed. Warren was the only one who seemed to be not following the rest, his eye's were trained on the surrounding area, although every couple moments or so they would rest on the coffin. The hidden sadness beneath his emerald green orbs was unmistakable. Standing there in that moment, it almost felt like a bad dream one would wake up from, eventually. Though this was no dream, and there would be no sigh of relief as you sat up in bed thankful it wasn't real. The man of twenty six wanted to ask himself how it had come to this, but there was no use in a question you already knew the answer to.

If one wanted to accept the truth or not, reality was not so kind as to afford you blissful ignorance for long. This world was far too dark and full of evil for such a way of imagining things, this very moment was all the proof you needed to believe that. Warren trained his eye's on the man who sat in the front row of chairs, the one who sat next to a red haired woman, a young child sitting in her arms. It was because of this man and his family that Warren was keeping watch that day. The man was Harry Potter, the woman his wife, Ginny, and the young boy his son, James. It was fairly uncommon for the Head of the Auror Department to be in such a vulnerable position, but given the death of such a dear member of the Auror department even Harry Potter had come to say goodbye. Thus it became Warren's job to make sure that Harry Potter and his family remained safe on order from the Minister of Magic. Usually security was not so tight on in such sad moments, but the man in the coffin had died as an omen to Harry Potter, not many knew it and many wouldn't, but this death was a message. A message that simply stated that dark times were coming once again. The scene of that night slowly played in Warren's head, he had been the one there the night this man died, he had watched it happen, and even now it pained him to know there was nothing no one could do.

[i]~ There is nothing we can do Mr. Potter, I am sorry. This is not normal magic, this is something much more dark and evil. ~[/i]

Warren recalled the night in question, they had received an emergency owl that an Auror by the name of Percival Cobble had been discovered gravely wounded in a cemetery outside of Surrey, England. It was not far from where Harry Potter had grown up with his Aunt and Uncle Dursley. They arrived fairly quickly but from the moment they saw Percival they knew that it was no normal scene. Percival was layed out across a broken tombstone, the surrounding area held many hints of battle, various broken grave stones had littered the area, scorching was rampant upon much of the old stone. Percival's chest was exposed, a black crude hand mark was almost... scorched into the skin right above his heart. He was still breathing and alive when they had arrived but it soon became all too apparent that his end was undeniable.

[i]~ This magic is old, its dates to the start of the Witch Hunts in year fourteen fifty. That hand mark, it is a sign of this magic. There is no mistaking it, I have seen it in almost every case I ever studied on this ancient type of magic. ~[/i]

Percival had been stricken with a curse, a very old and powerful curse that could not be undone by any form of magic we possessed. I had never before seen this type of magic in person only studied it in lore and history books, after all it had not been used in over two hundred years, not since the final casters able to use this type of magic were brought down in the early eighteen hundreds. It was far too obvious that this was no simple or random occurrence, the location, who it was cast upon, the magic itself, there was no doubt in Warren's mind that this was an omen for what was to come. 

[i]~ The only way to remove this curse... the only way to save Percival is to kill the caster before the curse kills Percival. At this point the only thing we can offer is comfort, this curse will take his life quickly, he has hours maybe a day at the most, and its obvious whoever cast this... taking them down in that amount of time won't be possible. I am sorry, there is nothing more we can do now. ~[/i]

Warren took in a large gulp of air and exhaled it through his nose sighing sadly. It was no way to die, especially not for such a good man. Warren could only imagine the pain before the end finally came, the form of magic inflicted on Percival had been created for one thing and one thing only, to torture whoever it was cast upon. Warren cast his green eye's upon the coffin as it was slowly lowered into the ground, the final resting place of Percival Cobble. As it disappeared beyond the ground above, Warren clenched his fist tightly, this was unforgivable. As the final words were spoken, there was one final moment of silent prayer before everyone started to slowly arise and depart. Warren slowly approached Harry and his family, when he approached Ginny slowly sat James down on his feet and put her hands out to Warren.

[color=da3620][b]“I am so sorry about your partner Warren, I hope you know it was not your fault.”[/b][/color]

Ginny apologized softly to Warren as he smiled sadly nodding, he accepted her hug, she patted him gently on the back as she let go of him turning to tend to young James. Warren looked at Harry who shot him a knowing look. Ginny was unaware of the full details pertaining to Percival's death or its possible connection as a message to Harry himself. Although at the same time I could not help but think that it was a message for me as well. The last of the mourners slowly trickled away from the grave site just leaving Harry, Ginny, James and Warren alone. Warren watched as Harry lowered to the ground and picked up some dirt, he slowly let it trickle from his hand and into the hole in the ground. Warren swallowed a bit harder than intended as he slowly moved his eye's around the area, the all to sudden chill that struck Warren's spine quickly put him on edge as his eye's caught site of someone in the distance.

They were standing or rather they seemed to be floating a top a hill two hundred feet away or so from where they all stood. The figure was tall and draped in what appeared to be tattered and olden black robes. Their face was completely obscured by the hood that draped over their head. Warren flicked his wrist as his wand quickly ejected from the holster and into his hand, he stepped forward and placed his quickly between Harry, Ginny, and James. The figured in the distance however did not make any motion to advance, in fact, all they did was slowly raise their arm up revealing a gloved hand, they slowly spread their finger mimicking the mark they had seen on Percival's chest. Warren's eye's hardened, he was preparing to raise his wand to cast a spell when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

[color=Gold][b]“Are you okay Warren?”[/b][/color]

Warren was broken from what seemed to be a transfixed stupor as he cocked his head to see Harry looking at him with a slightly worried look on his face. Warren quickly looked back towards the hill where the cloaked figure had been moments before, but it was now empty and void of any life. Warren felt a bead of sweat dropping down the side of his head as he looked back at Harry.

[b]“I am fine Harry.. it had just been a really long couple days.”[/b]

Warren lied through his teeth as he wasn't at sure if he had actually seen something on that hill or if he had just been imagining it out of exhaustion. Although in the back of his mind he knew that it was no illusion that he had conjured up, that chill that struck him was very real. He could still see its hand up in the air mimicking the mark of Percival, this was only the beginning, of what he did not know, but he only hoped he could figure it out before it was too late.[/color] 
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[color=#FFC300]Well if you made it this far you are a true trooper I think for the moment I am all typed out so I leave it in your capable hands. Aspects of this story might need more detail or the mechanics so if you want to question me as to something than you feel completely free to message me here or through Pm, my box is always open and ready for questions.[/color]