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I Can't Face The Dark Without You

Hogwarts was once a home. A beautiful place filled with laughter and talk of the future, but it was all so distant now, and all one Alessandra Sabre could do was cling to the little hope she had left. She was normally bright and optimistic, but this last week back had been nothing short of disaster. No muggleborn students were in attendance, all of them either on the run or hiding, or both. Just like her father, whom she was worried for. The last memory she had with him was the argument they had about her return to Hogwarts. But her brother assured their father he would give her some tips and she was allowed to return. And her mind had been a haze since.

Walking into the Dark Arts class was the worst of it all. But she had friends. Connie and Neville were her biggest supports, but Connie was so far away. And the small smile Neville offered, it offered some ease, so she returned the small favor. But this lesson was already going to be hell in a hanf basket, and when Neville dropped his wand and Carrow called him forth, Ally held her breath. Neville had every reason to be sensitive to the subject, and Ally couldn't help the fact her eyes softened when he was interacting with Carrow. The fact that it didn't go unnoticed was what got her called up to the front, she was sure. Still, Ally remained silent and held her head high as she approached the front.

"Alright, Sabre, use the cruciatus curse on Longbottom." He demanded, and Ally froze. Notonly was she completely unable to use the curses period, she could never turn her wand on her best friend.

"No," she whispered, and Carrow looked at her.

"What did you say?" He asked, more or less hissed really.

"I said no." She spoke again, more clearly and louder, and that earned her a glare that sent daggers througb her soul it felt.

"Then perhaps a demonstration is inorder." He cackled. Her hearing faded as pain jolted through her, she had barely heard the curse be called, and it was taking everything she had to not succumb. But she did, her body falling, first to her knees as tears filled her eyes, a scream escaping her. Then it stopped, but her body still burned and she felt like she was being stabbed endlessly, and she barely realized she was fully on the ground before hearing a manic laugh.

"Anyone else?" Carrow's voice came. Staring down at her. She could feel what little strength she had leaving her as she barely managed to bring herself up, tears still coming as she tried to stand tall. Nothing could have prepared her for that, nor what happened next.

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He was a prince amongst the rest. A tall, dark, and handsome prince with quite a reputation. But did that bother Blaise Zabini at all? Why should it? His reputation gave him a good edge,and with all that was going on already, he was glad to have it. He was in the good graces of all the teachers, and though he dare not say it aloud, he wasn't allied either way really. Though, being in Slytherin, and a seventh year at that, made people assume, but he didn't mich care to correct them.

He did have to say that some of the Slytherins were annoying him. Picking on a first year was very beneath them, and with the castle their playground, Blaise still knew to keep a noble air about him. He was essentially royalty here after all. Still, through his own haze of thoughts and pleasant greetings he was given the task of babysitting Pettiwick. A right pain in the side if you asked him. He would deny any sort of pull he felt to her.

She may have been gorgeous and pureblooded,but she was a blood traitor and hr couldn't be associated with that. The kiss last year was a fluke, as he recalled throwing insults at her jusy as viciously as she had to him.

Still, the class was starting off, and he gave her a look, his eyes nearly locking hers. "Be on your best behavior." He coolly taunted her, but as Longbottom and Sabre were called forth, he could see her tense. Just as she had with the first year and his idiot housemates. Sabre surprised him though, and when their teacher's wand turned on her, he grabbed hold of Pettiwick. It was a good five minutes of the girl, who was obviously fighting her own screams, being tortured before it stopped. Carrow was smiling, viciously, but after that, he turned back to Longbottom.

"Now, let's see if you outlast mummy and daddy." Carrow said, his eyes dangerously lit.

Blaise was far from a protector, and Connie was far from his worries, but he had seen her act before, and it had to be stopped. Don't think differently of him, but he needed to save this confrontation foe another day.

"Professor Carrow." He began smoothly, and the man looked to him. "How do you know you're working the curse right? You work it so effortlessly, and call me thorough, but when I go to use it, I don't want a backfire." He explained.

He seemed to have stroked the man's ego well for the moment, as he directed his attention away from Sabre and Longbottom for the moment to nod and explain it as best he could.

Maybe Blaise had ulterior motive, but for now, he would just play off the curious angle, as he had never once used the curse before. "Come on up here, Zabini, you too Pettiwick. Time for a learning experience." Carrow cackled.

Please Stay

RYAN LOCKWOOD

22|GRYFFINDOR ALUMNUS|PURE BLOOD

AN EIGHT AND A HALF INCH WAND MADE OF WHITE OAK WITH A THESTRAL HAIR CORE

FORMER UNSPEAKABLE IN THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES, NOW AN AUROR

Ryan Michelle Lockwood was born into a rather known pureblood lineage, her father an esteemed auror, and her mother a healer that specialized in injuries related to magical creatures and Quidditch. However, as lavish as he life used to be, something about Ryan was always different. It was noticed when she began at Hogwarts, where she was placed in Gryffindor, though she could hear the hat wanting to place her in Slytherin. Not wanting to be sterotyped as a Slytherin Slimeball, she practically begged the sorting hat to place her in Gryffindor with some friends she had made on the Hogwarts Express.

She is driven and ambitious, clever and proud, bold and reckless, as well as loyal and protective. But, Ryan never did well with showing her emotions, but she was able to make friends easily because of her calm demeanor.

As she continued on in school, it was apparent that she had quite an understanding of the darker aspects of magic, one of those fields being necromancy. So, despite her well rounded skill set, and her ambition to be a healer like her mother, she was called in to be an unspeakable after she graduated.

Its was there she met her husband, and when she was twenty they had a son named Ayden who looked exactly like her. And her husband's good friend Charlie Weasley became his godfather, and it was through him that Ryan met Oliver Wood all over again, as they had gone to see him play on Puddlemere United.

Her husband was killed during the war, being a muggle born who fought back against the MBRC, and Ryan left the Department of Mysteries before she was targetted, and she and her son went to stay with the Weasleys who had become a second family to her.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Ryan became an auror, and with Quidditch starting back, she volunteered to work on their cases with Death Eaters still at large.



AYDEN LOCKWOOD

HALF BLOOD| ALMOST TWO YEARS OLD

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MARCUS FLINT

24|SLYTHERIN ALUMNUS|PURE BLOOD

AN ELEVEN INCH WAND MADE OF CHESTNUT WOOD AND DRAGON HEARTSTRING CORE

CHASER FOR THE TUTSHILL TORNADOES

UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!!

Taco's Taco Truck! [High Casual-Advanced, Ignore Post Count]

Sorry that triple posted. >>

Taco's Taco Truck! [High Casual-Advanced, Ignore Post Count]

I will leaf through them and then pm you. I like Oc x canon pairings, and whatnot. You don't mind doubling do you?

Taco's Taco Truck! [High Casual-Advanced, Ignore Post Count]

I will leaf through them and then pm you. I like Oc x canon pairings, and whatnot. You don't mind doubling do you?

Taco's Taco Truck! [High Casual-Advanced, Ignore Post Count]

I will leaf through them and then pm you. I like Oc x canon pairings, and whatnot. You don't mind doubling do you?

Taco's Taco Truck! [High Casual-Advanced, Ignore Post Count]

I think I am more open to it for now. And later on, of you wanted we could start one for Borderlands.

Taco's Taco Truck! [High Casual-Advanced, Ignore Post Count]

I will check out the interest check real quick, and to be honest, Harry Potter is always my fandom of choice.

I Can't Face The Dark Without You

ALESSANDRA "ALLY" SABRE

7TH YEAR GRYFFINDOR| DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY| HALF BLOOD| 17

A NINE INCH WAND MADE OF CYPRESS WOOD WITH A PHOENIX FEATHER CORE

WOLF PATRONUS---CAGE BOGGART

Ally can be best described as a protective and loyal soul. She is driven and smart. Bold and caring, but she is emotional and temperamental. She is an all or nothing sort of person, and will do anything for those she loves.

Overall, she excels in Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes. She plans on being a Curse Breaker if she makes it out of the war.

She lacks in Potions and Herbology, but not for lack of knowledge, lack of application more or less. Anything she plants either dies or bites her.

OTHER;;

-She is the youngest of two. Her older brother, Robert is an auror.
-Her mother died when she was young, and her father is on the run because of his muggle born status.
-Has been friends with Neville since she met him, helping him find his toad on the Hogwarts Express, though she will never admit to feeling more.
-Is back at Hogwarts to help Neville and Ginny with DA.

Looking for a few

CRAVING:

Harry Potter, Deathly Hallows and after the war possibly.

Supernatural anything. I have a few ideas.