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Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

McHaggis, Kirah and I just finished an absurdly long collab post which explains what has been going on with Mia. It takes place in the afternoon, after the failed raid and before the Ashes meeting. There's an entire page worth of French! Courtesy of me (translations included in the footer for everyone)

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

1st December, 1999 - Aldenberg Manor
Eric Friedman

As Eric walked into the manor, he looked at the sky and sighed. He knew the meeting had already begun - he spent too much time talking to his Ministry insiders. He entered the meeting room ready to apologize for his tardiness, and he heard Kyle saying something about drinking Polyjuice and doing recon; for what, he didn’t know. “Sorry I’m late, I was meeting with my insiders,” he apologized to Ronan. Turning to Kyle, he added, “Care to fill me in?” as he walked to his seat and sat down next to him.

After he was brought up to speed, Eric looked down at the table for a moment as he thought it over. Albert did have a point. We have no idea who this person is, and we would be meeting him at a location of his choosing. It is very reasonable to suspect that this is a trap, and if it were to be one, we’d be walking right into it - Jia was beyond persuading otherwise on the matter, and both Kyle and Siobhan would be going as long as the other was. However, Jia is right. There is no doubt that if we don’t meet this man, we won’t get another chance to gain an agent so close to the Dark Lord. And Siobhan was right even more so than Jia. The man invited us to conversation, not to force him to comply with us, or else be killed. He’d likely appreciate the fact that we are open to having a conversation with him, as opposed to just dragging him off to some secret location where we can interrogate him. Eric nodded to himself, his decision made.

“I agree with Siobhan,” he said slowly, looking up. “He must be high up the ranks if he’s concerned about his identity being revealed. The Death Eaters don’t even know the names of the low-ranking members, so he’d have no reason to be afraid to give his name… not that he’d be any use to us in that case, anyways.” Eric paused, looking around at everyone in attendance, before continuing: “I will go with Jia to talk to this supposed ‘friend’. He says he wishes to have a chat, so a chat we shall have. Not only will I be able to offer a friendly chat to him more so than Jia - no offense, Ms. Shang - but I can Obliviate all the Muggles in the cafe. Nobody will ever know about our meeting besides us.”

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

I decided to make a new character. The sheet is on my first post alongside Luther's.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

2nd December, 1999 - Luchino Cafe, Tottenham Court Road, London
Luther Cunningham

Luther heard Big Ben chiming the midnight bells in the distance as he entered the cafe where he would soon be meeting a representative of the Ashes - who, he suspected, wouldn’t have any intentions of speaking to him on friendly terms. No, he would likely have a wand in his face immediately. What about the Muggles that are in here, however? Although most wizards aren’t likely to care about the Statute of Secrecy given the state of things, but Luther would rather avoid any breach of the wizarding world’s most important law where possible. But the key question is how? Of course! I’ll just Confund them; if no Muggles are present, no Muggles will witness anything undesirable.

Luther drew his wand, and as the Muggles began to notice, he aimed at each one in turn and murmured, ”Confundo.”

One by one, the Muggles began to pass Luther, mumbling excuses as they do so. “Oh dear, I’m going to be late for work!” he heard the barista say as she rushed by, leaving the espresso maker running. Luther chuckled, and with a flick of his wand, a cup floated under the flowing stream, and with another flick he turned the machine off and drew the cup towards him. Luther took a sip as he sat down, and returned his wand to his pocket.

It was only midnight of course, and Luther had said for them to be there at three. He had a feeling, however, that they would come early, either to scope the place out first or to be waiting for me before I even arrive - Hell, thats what I’d do - so he probably wouldn’t be waiting three hours. Nevertheless, he would definitely be waiting for a while. Good thing I have this coffee to keep me awake, he thought as he took another sip of his drink, and settled down in his booth for a long wait.

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Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

Sounds good! I'm in the Chatzy atm if anyone feels like dropping by.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

Well the only people that are still absent are Albert and Tanya, and Doused hasn't been on the site in three days, so unless we decide to move on without him and imply that Tanya was present at the meeting, there's little that we can do at this point.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

For future reference, this is what is written in the letter that Luther sent. Presumably only McHaggis really needs to see this, but I'll post it here anyway.

The letter reads:

To Whom it May Concern,

It would be best for me not to disclose my name here, as it may easily be intercepted. All that you need to know however, is that I am a high-ranking Death Eater and I wish to join your cause. I don't expect that any of you will trust me, but Mr. Keiper certainly must have, or else you wouldn't have been expecting this letter. If you choose to hear what I have to say, I will be at the Luchino Caffe on Tottenham Court Road in London at three hours past midnight. Coffee (if you so fancy) is on me. Bring as many members as you'd like if you doubt my intentions, I have no plans for anything but conversation.

Sorry for "borrowing" your owl,
A Friend

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

1st December, 1999 - Approximate Location of Aldenberg Manor
Luther Cunningham

Luther began to lose hope that he would ever find one - it was rather silly, really, to expect the Ashes to use such an insecure method of communication as an owl. But how else would he ever be able to get his letter in? A Patronus certainly wouldn't work, as he hasn't the slightest clue of where to send it. Nor would the Floo Network, or his own owl. No, only an owl that has been given the Secret could ever deliver a message to Aldenberg Manor. But where on Earth would he find one of them?

Just then, Luther sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Could it be? Yes! An owl just appeared out of thin air, surely it must be the Ashes' owl! And what luck, he's heading straight towards me! Luther waited until the owl was right above him, not taking any risk lest he misses and scares it away. Luther drew his wand.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

He waited for a moment, then another. Did he miss? Another moment. Success! The bird began to drop out of the sky.

"Arresto Momentum!"

Just before the owl became fresh fertilizer, it came to a stop and gently floated to the ground. Luther walked over to it and crouched down. "Sorry pal, but I need you to deliver a letter to the Ashes. Think you can do that for me?" Luther comforted. "Finite," he murmured, and the owl got up, again able to move. It pecked Luther, glaring angrily, then held up its foot expectantly. Luther tied the letter to the owl with a piece of string, and as soon as he finished the owl flapped away. Luther watched until it disappeared behind the wards, then he stood up. Visualizing Tottenham Court Road, Luther took a few steps and Disapparated. Curiously, not a single Muggle noticed the man that had just appeared amongst them out of thin air.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

1st December, 1999 - Cunningham Residence
Luther Cunningham

"Lilly McKinley, please rise," boomed the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot - Lucius Malfoy, also Minister of Magic. The witch in question rose from her seat in the center of the room. Lilly wore a prisoner’s attire; she had previously been in Muggle clothing, but they were taken from her when the Death Eaters had captured her. She is rather small, only 5’4” (1.6 m), and the Death Eaters didn’t care to give her properly fitting clothing, so the sleeves went well past her hands; the pants were far too long, forcing her to pull them up or else trip over them when walking. Overall, the impression one got from her was of a frightened child, and in a way thats exactly what she was. She was anything but a child however, having finished her seventh year at Hogwarts a full ten years prior.

Everyone in the room stared intently at the Chief Warlock, waiting for what they all knew would inevitably come next. “Ms. McKinley, you are charged with failure to register with the Muggleborn Registration Committee, in addition to evasion from the Ministry of Magic in relation to this charge. The Wizengamot has found you guilty of both charges, and consequently have sentenced you to a lifetime stay in Azkaban,” announced Malfoy. Lilly sank to her knees. “No!” she cried. “Please, don’t send me to Azkaban! It’s not my fault my parents are Muggles!” A wave of laughter erupted from the Wizengamot, as they looked down at this pathetic display.

Meanwhile, a man struggled against two guards at the entrance to the room. “Let me through! That’s my sister!” pleaded Luther Cunningham, although he knew it was useless. He had failed his sister, and now she would spend the rest of her life in Azkaban, and there was nothing he could do about it. He attempted to shout out to her, but she couldn’t hear him. “LUTHER! LUTHER!” she cried, wishfully hoping that he could do something - anything - but to no avail. “LUTHER!”

Luther woke with a start. There was a banging on the door. “Luther! Get up you fool! Or are you still too miserable about your pathetic little sister to perform your duties?” the voice said with a chilling laugh. Luther sighed. He glanced at the picture in the open locket on his table, and a beaming, laughing Lilly returned his gaze. He closed the locket and put on his robe, stuffing the locket inside, as the banging on his door continued. “Quit breaking my door down, I’m coming!” he demanded angrily as he walked to the door and opened it. A greatly amused Bellatrix Lestrange pushed her way past him even before the door had been fully opened. “Well at least you answered this time; perhaps you’re finally getting over it?” she laughed. With a look at Luther’s unamused face, she went on, “Perhaps not. Anyways, we’ve located another Muggleborn that thought they could hide from us. William Keiper. Avid supporter of those filthy Ashes. The Dark Lord expects you to join the raid. Be there at noon, and not a minute after.” “And If the Dark Lord finds that I am absent?” Luther prodded, although he already knew what the reply would be. “Oh, but you won’t be absent, Luther!” Lestrange exclaimed, clearly enjoying every bit of this encounter. “We both already know that. See you then, my poor, miserable, heartbroken friend!” With a final laugh, she made her leave, and a disgruntled Luther sat back down on his bed.

Some ideas work themselves out over the course of weeks, while others spring to life in an instant, just begging to be executed. The idea that sprang from Luther’s head as he sat on his bed was of the latter kind. The Ashes! That’s it! I don’t have to work with the sick people that ruined Lilly’s life, I can join the Ashes and help end the Dark Lord’s reign! He leapt up in a hurry, grabbing his wand and making for the door, his mind racing all the while. Surely they could use a spy. Why wouldn’t they? They could use all the help they can get! As he opened the door, he paused. “But how to make them trust me?” Luther pondered. Why should the only people remaining to oppose the Death Eaters trust someone they think is their enemy? Instantly he knew the answer to his problem. I’ll go warn Keiper of the danger he’s in. Surely then they’ll have reason enough to trust me! What’s that witch’s name… Jia Shang? That’s it! Supposedly she has a cell phone - whatever that is - and every Muggleborn around can contact her with it. In return for saving him, surely I can persuade Keiper to pass on a message? Fair enough repayment, I’d say, for saving him from a life in Azkaban! Luther strode out the door, closing it behind him, with renewed resolve in his heart. I’ll make them pay for what they did, Lilly!

Later that day, Bellatrix, with a small gathering of Death Eaters behind her, blew open the door and rushed into William Keiper’s cottage. A moment later, the assembled Death Eaters heard her scream, ”WHERE IS HE?!” The Death Eaters rushed into the cottage, and Bellatrix yelled at them to spread out and search the entire premises. “Search every room! Every corner! He MUST be here!” Luther smiled to himself and looked Southeast, where he knew that Mr. Keiper was already several hundred miles away with a cousin in Germany. “Let’s just hope he held his end of the deal,” Luther thought.