Rabastan Lestrange

"Revolutions require work, revolutions require sacrifice,
revolutions, and our own included, require a certain amount of rationing,
a certain amount of calluses, a certain amount of sacrifice."( Read more... )

An insincere and evil friend is more
to be feared than a wild beast;
a wild beast may wound your body,
but an evil friend will wound your mind.( Read more... )

WARDED TO RODOLPHUS:

The longer he's gone, the less assured I am that anyone is trying to get him out. Why is no one He's been loyal long He's been loyal longer than almost everyone else.

What are we going to do? I've denounced him, our father. I told the Ministry I had no idea what he was up to, that I thought his loyalty was to the Ministry and the Ministry alone. I lied. Do you think he would do the same? Do you think he is pleased that we're still here, reading to do His bidding? Do you think he would punish us if he could for betraying him?

WARDED PRIVATE:

I have to relax, or try to. Father is still being held, and they want a trial. No doubt, a quick one in which he doesn't stand a chance.

I don't know what to do.

I can abandon him, claim I had no knowledge of what he was doing with the Death Eaters. Abandon him to the wolves. Likely keep my position at the Ministry, with the slightest downgrade in profile. Of course, there's no way they'll let me keep on with the Werewolf Task Force, and Rodolphus will likely have to step down from his position. The publicity will be too great for Bagnold not to ask him to step down.

Or I can stand behind him, have fingers pointed at me (as if they already aren't). I can abandon my post, head off into the wilds, and do nothing but the Dark Lord's bidding. When I close my eyes to visualise it, it is breath-taking. The freedom. I can doff these shackles - all of them - and do what I was meant to do.

It requires serious thought, of which I have never been very good at.

WARDED TO GRACE BURKE:

Are you awake?

WARDED TO INNER CIRCLE:

What the hell happened? I've only got the DMLE and the fucking Daily Prophet to go on. Why is my father in custody? What the fuck were you all doing

WARDED TO VERY CLOSE FRIENDS:

I don't have any words at the moment, so I will keep this brief. My father was taken into custody by Aurors this evening. Mother is very distraught; I received a Howler as soon as she got word. I will likely be taking an extended leave of absence.

WARDED PRIVATE:

Dorcas Meadowes is nothing. The Order is nothing. This whole stinking Wizarding World is teetering on the brink of imploding, and my father has been apprehended as a Death Eater. AS A DEATH EATER.

THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

When the world is the Dark Lord's, I will make every single one of the Aurors who took my father into custody pay for what they have done to him. And my family.

He is Inn He is Inner Circle, he knows too much. He will not give them any thing. He will not give Rodolphus and I up. He will not give them Bellatrix's names. He will no

WARDED TO RODOLPHUS:

This is ridiculous. [Entire thing is transcribed for him.] It's one thing to have to step in and save a Mudblood, since I can't recognise them all on sight, but having to refrain from speaking my mind? Freedom of speech is completely under attack.

WARDED TO JAMIE & EDWARD:

The Ministry is a complete cock-up.

WARDED TO GRA PRIVATE:

Moira attacking me is not endearing and does not instill any longing or desire. In fact, it does quite the opposite.

Only my mother is allowed to get away with such things. And only when I think her head is more level than mine.

WARDED TO OUTER CIRCLE (INNER CIRCLE CAN SEE):

Thursday, Diagon Alley will be overrun with Inferi at approximately 6:30pm. Tell those closest to you in whatever way you have to that they should not go into Diagon Alley on Thursday. Be careful how you do it. If they are not aware of your activities, I would suggest a dinner party or some other sort of obligation so they are not suspicious.

Good luck.

WARDED TO WALDEN MACNAIR & OSCAR KETTERIDGE:

You two are needed on Thursday to cause a massive storm that will flood Diagon Alley so that Auror's fire spells won't have much of an effect.

WARDED TO ED YAXLEY, MAX WILKES, JAMIE GIBBON, BARTY CROUCH JR, & THE CARROWS:

Tuesday, at 9pm, we will meet in the Lestrange country home. Only arrive via Floo and be prepared for a mission.

WARDED TO GRACE BURKE:

Getting excited for the wedding?

WARDED TO RODOLPHUS & DOLOHOV:

Drinks tonight, gentlemen?

Remember, my fellow witches and wizards and magic stealers, tonight is the final night of the full moon. Curfew is in effect. I'd stress that all of those found out after curfew will be taken to the Ministry, but I think the threat of werewolves speaks for itself. Don't be an idiot.

WARDED PRIVATE:

I had been hoping that I'd be able to get this project going sooner, but the full moon and my status here at the Ministry is beginning to clash in a most dreadful way. I'm not sure why I took this position when I first started. I was hardly in the Dark Lord's sights, let alone a member of the team.

I should have sat around on my lazy, well-tone bum and found some cushy job that doesn't require me to work out of doors during the full moon. I detest werewolves and vampires and all manner of disgusting creatures so much so that I want to kill every single one of them on sight. Instead, I'm forced to attempt to stun rather than kill. Even more disconcerting is that I understand they're necessary for the Dark Lord's purposes, but I cannot stand working with them.

WARDED TO RODOLPHUS:

Remind me why I took a career that involves working twelve hour shifts on my birthday?

WARDED PRIVATE:

Our Lord has given me an ongoing task. I thought He was never going to give me one after the debacle earlier. Time to make Muggles pay, but they must look like accidents. At the least, the Ministry will have to come up with excuses for them because "Wizards go on killing spree in downtown London," while it has a certain ring to it, letting THAT lie means they'll have to break their own statute. Ha-ha.

First, I'll need to get some volunteers. Or perhaps, I'll talk with the other members of the Inner Circle.

WARDED TO INNER CIRCLE:

I've been charged with a task, and I would like your stealthiest, most ruthless suggestions for whom to employ.

WARDED PRIVATE:

Well done, Cora Cornerstone. Thank you for inciting me to anger. Your voice grates so painfully on my ears; it was rather enjoyable using that Curse to hear you scream. So much more lovely than speaking. I wonder how you're feeling today.

WARDED TO FAMILY:

I wonder if I might trouble you all for a dinner this Saturday, seeing as how I was unable to make last week's. If nothing else, drinks will suffice.

I'm going to miss Indian and Italian at the Ministry this week. How utterly unfair.

I've said it before, I'll say it again: I really cannot stand werewolves and vampires and hags. They are foul creatures with nothing to recommend them. And they leave such a bloody mess

WARDED PRIVATE:

I will no longer subject myself to Bellatrix's whims. As much as I respect my sister-in-law, it was her temper and her ire and her taste for vengeance that spawned our little adventure. It only takes a few words of suggestion, and I am rapt. But no more. I will do my Lord's bidding, and his alone.

I despise the vampires and werewolves and hags. They're distasteful and grotesque. If only we had the numbers They are a useful enough tool, but they are despicable creatures who cannot contain their basest urges. And now I must needs track down the creatures. If I must, I won't hesitate to slaughter one of them. Salazar knows that Crouch has given us permission.

WARDED TO BELLATRIX, RODOLPHUS, & BARTY:

Are you recovered?

WARDED TO GRACE BURKE:

Ms Burke,

I do hope you'll forgive me for being so forward on parchment, but my current schedule makes it difficult to know when I will have time for myself. At current, I am on a break during the current pandemonium, and so I only have but a few moments. I will be quick.

I have found myself in need of a lovely young lady to attend my friend Jamie Gibbon's wedding. After some inquiries, I have heard that we share the same predicament. I do have some duties as a grooms-man, but I can promise to be attentive and doting when not engaged. I wondered if you would like to attend with me.

If I have spoken out of turn, I apologise most humbly.

There are some days that this job makes me laugh. Now, to understand this point, I should probably point out that my partner on this excursion is a fat pig rotund, and I don't mean just a little soft around the middle. I mean very round. He's been working to get the weight off (stress at work, wife had a baby - you know how it goes), but that doesn't help him last night.

We got a call of an attempted robbery. Now, because I'm in better physical shape, I'm doing perimeter checks. Sure, the assailant could have apparated away, but it's standard procedure. No better place to hide than the spot you know the Hit Wizards won't check.

At any rate, I've gone completely around the house. I don't hear a single crash, crack, or tell-tale signs of spells being fired off. So I'm thinking my partner is having an easy time of it, or they've killed him. Pity they didn Instead, he comes away from the door, laughing so hard his bloody fat face is turning red.

So I asked him... what's going on?

And he says, "When the bloke opened the door, a little boy popped up beside him and said - really loudly - That's not a big fat troll, papa, that's a Hit Wizard!"

WARDED TO INNER CIRCLE:

Looks like someone doesn't care what happens to her.

WARDED PRIVATE:

Ah, Narcissa Malfoy, always inciting trouble, it seems. She should be more worried about Tamsin Nott, than Hazel. The sheer fact that Hazel could see that entry to begin with should have tipped her off.

Perhaps it's just my soft spot for Hazel that makes me turn a blind eye to the questions, but ladies have such delicate sensibilities. They should be nurtured, not scolded into submission. What's that old adage? You catch more flies with honey? While it's not true of the general population, I'd wager that any lady having doubts would be swayed to the proper side with a bit of encouragement.

Maybe mother's insistent on how women be treated has actually gotten the better of me, despite appearances.

WARDED TO PURIST MALES:

In the interest of male bonding and all that, I propose a night of cards, cigars, and bourbon old enough to use the phrase, "back in my day," and mean it.

Any takers?

WARDED TO FRIENDS & FAMILY:

Well, that was absolutely painful. Rodolphus, you were right; Betsy was an American with quite a lot of money and it was her only redeeming quality. She had a 'slap your hand with a sock' handshake which was weird to begin with because a handshake? Apparently, her family founded one of the schools over in Southern America a couple hundred years ago.

She has the laugh of a dying jobberknoll.

WARDED TO RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE:

Oh sweet Merlin. Mother has another potential bride to be for me to meet. After the last one was such a simpering, squeaky-voiced doe, I vowed I would never let her do that to me again, but she's doing that thing she does when she's upset. You know, the heavy sigh with massive amounts of guilt and shame just vomiting out of her mouth.

I am a terrible son, aren't I?

There's nothing that says I have to like the girl, so it can't actually hurt if I meet with her once. And who knows, right? We could actually click the way that you and Bella do and things might just fall into place.

Fuc What is WRONG with me? I can murder a man in cold blood, but I can't stand up to my mother? Please, just kill me now.

Ah yes, 'tis the season for record numbers of public intoxication, suicides, and weight gain. Happy new years to you!