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Remus’ lips twitched into a smile and he returned James’ bro hug, “Good to see you too, mate.” He really was happy to be here, whether he showed it or not and despite the fact that he had to play the part of the responsible teen—but honestly, someone had to do it and he was positive that none of the others currently in attendance would be willing to do so. Though, get a few drinks in him and you’d quickly find yourself with a less than responsible Remus Lupin. Not that he planned on drinking tonight.

“You know, last term I remember seeing Pads pouring himself over one of those books for children—you know, the ones that teach you your ABCs and how to form words?” Playing along with James’ joke on Sirius’ behalf, in reality the 3 of them were exceptionally bright and while they were known for pranking the other students that didn’t mean that they were above being pranked themselves. Though, if anyone outside of their group were to try and pull a fast one over on them then that’d be social suicide…but between the three of them [because Peter really wasn’t bright enough to come up with clever schemes] they definitely weren’t immune to being teased, it was all in good fun.

He pulled a face, scrunching up his nose, his lips curving into a disappointed frown, “Show some manners, yeah? Didn’t your mum ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”

”Hey. How’s your holiday?”

His frown was gone in an instant and was replaced by a friendly smile, “It’s been decent. Stayed home mostly with the family, got some reading and homework done, not very exciting I’m afraid.” He chuckled, having not realized how bloody boring that sounded until he had actually said it outloud. “What about you? I’m sure you’ve had a much more interesting holiday than me, huh?”

A dull throb behind his temple was what took his attention away from Juliet and the party in general, bringing his fingers up to massage away the pain Remus turned his body to the side. Sirius was at it again, stirring up trouble when this was supposed to be a fun, lighthearted party for them and their friends to just sit back and relax after a tough semester. But no Sirius felt the need to cause trouble, Remus was sick of having to play mediator and he certainly didn’t want to be caught in the middle of a fight between Sirius and James. But, as the more reasonable and responsible Marauder he knew that there was no escaping this situation, for him at least.

“Padfoot do you really have to bring that up? I’m sure everyone’s got better things to think about than some gossip that happened a few months back.” He didn’t mean for it to sound uncaring or anything of the sort because he knew how hurt Sirius had been after he had found out about what had happened between James and Eavan, but this just was not the right time or place to be bringing it up.

Remus bit his lip, quickly shuffling over to the food table, “Oh look, Prongs, did you get all these snacks together yourself or did your mum leave them for you? They look great!” He spoke loud enough for the rest of the party-goers to hear, hoping that his slight distraction would take everyones attention away from Sirius and the mess that he was trying to create.
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[laz]

If Tom were to rank the top five things he hated most in this world teenagers would find themselves on the list just below muggles, mudbloods, and blood traitors and just above pipe music. He hated them; their clothes, their attitudes, their habits. But, there was one redeeming factor to teenagers: their gossip. The Slytherins he’d already contracted as Death Eaters had proven more useful than he had initially anticipated. Now, Tom wouldn’t exactly pride himself on the way in which he obtained the news of a certain winter celebration at the home of James Potter but, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to act on it. He’d overheard the news from a group of young Death Eaters while they were conducting a meeting in Hog’s Head last week in which they spent more time arguing and passing on hearsay than forming a strategy.

He’d stood there for quite some time just staring the house. There was nothing peculiar or even special about it. It was just a house on a street in a town. Anyone who passed by it wouldn’t have stopped to marvel at it or probably even think twice about it. It was a quiet and dark neighborhood speckled with a dimly light streetlamps. There was a breeze that just barely rustled the trees and soft flurry of snow that had just begun to descend upon the ground. But, Tom wasn’t anyone. His pale eyes gazed upon the residence with sinister intent. He finally stepped forward, his cloak billowing around him. Each step was slow, almost methodical. There was no hurry to be had. He’d already sealed each door and window with a protection charm. No one was getting in or out.

Tom couldn’t have given you a clear answer as to why he’d been so keen to make a presence on this night. In truth, he didn’t have just one. You could speculate that he was trying to make a point that he could get anyone at anytime. Or that his actions couldn’t be predicted. Or even, that it was just pure fun to spread chaos. All of them were partially true. He would probably tell you that there was just this fire burning in his chest when he heard that a group of Hogwart’s students would be so unprotected that not acting would have been like spitting in the face of destiny.

He came to the door, his slender hand reaching out with his wand. The lock clicked and slowly, creakingly the wood opened before him. Tom took a deep breath, his face emotionless, before he stepped into the house. He walked down the corridor just as leisurely as he had strolled up the walkway. He followed the sound of their reverie and soon found himself standing several feet away from half a dozen or so teenagers. Tom remained silent for a moment. He just watched them for a moment or two feeling smug and powerful. When he did finally speak his tone was deep and chilling:

“Evening.”

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[jamescpotter]

James, typically the life of the party, found himself stepping back as the others began to talk amongst themselves. Sure, he'd be making a right ass of himself soon enough, but for now it seemed appropriate to let everyone say 'hello' at least. He smirked and gave Moony a shrug. "Ah, it was my mum. I barely managed to wake up in time to see the sun set today, let alone get food together. Although, of course, when I say my mum got it all together, I mean she got the House Elves to do it. In case I haven't ever said it before, I bloody love those things." After all, his mother was an atrocious cook, and he and his father were always much too forgetful to even feed themselves without reminder, let alone remember to cook a meal.

James groaned as he somehow, unfortunately, managed to sneak his attention onto Sirius' conversation as he mentioned the article. 'Ah yeah, fantastic. He's not going to mutilate me over it, he's just never going to let it die. I think I'd rather be mutilated, myself,' he thought with no small amount of annoyance. Really, it wasn't funny anymore--as if it ever was. Neither of them meant to let things go so far, wasn't it fair that Sirius understand that and leave things be? Then again, how pissed off would he be if Sirius ever did anything with his Lily? Accidental or not, he'd probably kill him. He sighed, relenting to his own conscience and crunching mopily into a carrot stick. Yeah, alright. Sirius was going easy on him--for now, anyway.

James' head jerked up as he heard the lock on the door open. They weren't expecting anyone else, let alone anyone who had a key to their house. He stood straighter, staring at the door with his hand over his wand, ignoring the rest of the students in the room. Right now there was a very good chance that whoever was behind that door was not friendly. When the door finally did open, James stomach turned to lead and he quickly drew his wand without a thought -- or a plan.

"Get the hell out of here."

His own gusto startled him a moment, and it took a second to gather his focus - and his courage - again to steel himself before the intruder. "You're not welcome." It took a lot of balls to talk to the dark lord like that, and James only hoped that he knew what he was doing. There was very little change he'd actually leave when James told him to, after all.

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Tom’s cold eyes narrowed in on a dark haired boy who had stepped forward. He may have thought he was being brave but, he was being foolish. A smirk curled at the Dark Lord’s lips, he was amused by the boy’s nerve; a Gryffindor until the very end. Had he expected for Tom to just turn tail and leave upon his request? Hopefully, he wasn’t as daft as he seemed. A major player in the Order of the Phoenix, that’s what he was supposed to become but, right now he just looked like a scared little school boy trying to show off to his mates.

“You’re not welcome.” he’d added. Well, that was the point now, wasn’t it? Of course Tom hadn’t been invited. He continued, unblinkingly, to stare at the boy that would become the father to Harry. Tom was unimpressed. Neither James Potter nor any of the other party goers had drawn their wands which deeply surprised Lord Voldemort. It seemed like the intellectual and more importantly strategic move in this situation. Where they going to stare him into submission? “Mister Potter, I presume.” He drawled a moment later.

Tom was determined to ignore the boy’s sputtering about leaving because, after all, Voldemort had no intention on obliging. It just wasn’t his style. He slowly stepped forward, his cloak billowing up around his boots like fog over the cold ground. Unlike his future self, Tom still wore shoes and pants, for that matter. While the gauzy, flowing gown-thing seemed to work for the pale, disfigured Lord Voldemort, Tom was perfectly satisfied with his dark pants and cloak for the time being. He gazed around the room staring intently in to each and every face.

Raising his wand he spun and turned to a random student muttering “Crucio.” in a whispering sneer. It was embarrassing to be in the presence of Hogwart’s students and not have a single on of them raise even a finger. What had Dumbledore been teaching these children? Obviously, they’d been doing too much reading and not enough hands-on learning. Tom would fix that. “Crucio.” he cursed again, wondering if anyone would step forward to protect their fellow classmate.

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[xander]

Alex had been enjoying the party, laughing it up with Juliet over their inside joke from earlier on in the semester when out of the corner of his eye he noticed James tense up. Curious, the 6th year craned his neck to see what it was that had captured the attention of Gryffindor’s team Captain, “Expecting more people, Potter?” Though judging from the surprised stare that painted James’ face, Alex had to guess that that was a negative. Turning his back to Juliet so that he could watch as the door swung open to reveal who the newest addition to the party was Alex paled. He remembered seeing pictures of this man in the Daily Prophet, warning people to stay away from him and that he was incredibly dangerous. Well, fuck.

He was mildly surprised by James’ courageous act of outright telling the self-proclaimed Dark Lord to leave, it was impressive, he’d admit, because not a lot of people would’ve had the balls to do something like that. Alex quickly drew his wand and positioned himself, almost protectively, in front of Juliet. He considered her to be one of his best friends and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let this whack-job hurt her. Gryffindors were supposed to be known for their bravery, Alex hoped that he had enough of that to get him through this.

His eyes widened in fear as several of his fellow classmates fell to the floor, writhing in pain from the dark magic of the forbidden curse. Alex felt like if someone didn’t step up and challenge the Dark Lord then the number of bodies on the floor would keep piling up until Voldemort decided that play time was over and would then move on to using a much more deadly curse. Alex couldn’t let that happen. He knew all of these kids and he didn’t want to see any of them end up on the front page of the Daily Prophet under the obituary section, though this was assuming that he’d somehow escape and live to see another day. Which, the likely-hood of him surviving while his friends perished wasn’t very high, more than likely he’d also be counted amongst the deceased. Shaking his head, Alex realized that he needed to try and be more positive despite the fact that the outlook of this encounter seemed incredibly grim. They were just a bunch of teens and he was a very dangerous man who was well versed in the dark arts. Though, they did have him outnumbered so they could probably use that to their advantage…

“No! You won’t hurt anymore of my friends!

[/color]” Alex’s voice was a little shaky, but he managed to yell out, “Confringo!” Sincerely hoping that the blasting curse was well-aimed enough to do something to their unwanted guest and hoping that James’ parents didn’t get too upset over the hole in their wall.
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[laz]

It was the plucky, wild-haired runt that decided enough was enough. He wasn’t the sort that Tom had expected to be so bold but, then again people do strange things when the people they care about are in danger. Tom noted the way in which he stepped in front of that girl. Bravery would not go unrewarded he smirked, but, Tom’s reward wasn’t going to be the sort that was bragged about. “Confringo” the spell quaked out of the boy’s mouth. A silky purple blast erupted from his wand and lurched toward Tom. He twisted his wand down, barely batting an eye, and the spell merely slid over the bone-colored surface and ricocheted into a nearby wall. Tom tilted his head slowly to the side, his piercing blue eyes finding the boys. His lips curled into a slight grin as he drawled, “How quant.”

He contemplated using the Cruciatus curse on him but, that would be too quick. He admired that the boy stood up to him but, that wasn’t going to stop the Dark Lord from unleashing a hell storm upon the young student. First he’d incapacitate that boy and then make him watch as he tortured the girl. Yes, that would do nicely. And when that was done he’d take his time making the boy suffer until he begged for death. And being the merciful Dark Lord he was he’d torture him some more before granting him his wish. Raising his wand a few inches higher he barely muttered “Diffindo.” he didn’t need to speak; wandless magic was a skill he’d long ago mastered. He lightly moved his wand from left to right aiming the severing charm at the boy’s chest. A golden spark appeared at the tip as he cast the curse.

Without another thought he turned to the girl, raising an eyebrow apathetically. He sauntered forward, his cloak flowing behind, his eyes never leaving hers. Raising his wand higher this time, he circled his wrist and cast a fire charm. A surge of liquid flame surrounded her in a five foot ring. Softly, almost gingerly, Lord Voldemort uttered, “Crucio.” He was going to make her scream, he wanted her cries to be heard echoing through the house. Tom felt the primal rage burning deep in his chest and he hoped to Merlin that little runt didn’t do anything stupid. Denying Tom the pleasure of the girls screams would be a mistake that he would not recover from.

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[juliet]

Juliet felt the world pass her bye. She smiled at Remus, cursing the fact that he was so hard to read. She kept her presence near Alex, how she loved him. She loved their inside jokes and the way they felt so comfortable together. She drifted in and out o each conversation, and when Odette showed up, she was happy she wouldn't be the only girl around here.
She looked at every face, rolling her eyes at the comments Sirius had made. Why turn a good night into one that would be full of hatred. She certainly hoped that it would turn into a fight where you had to pick a side, that would make things worse, according to her, they were both being stupid because really, they both go played and really, she was cheating on Auguste with both of them, therefore, they were both being stupid.
She pulled her hair away from her face, the little stray hair tickling her nose, but she didn't care, she could hardly feel them.
Juliet laughed, but the laughter soon dies when the all too familiar sound of a door opening and somebody walking in filled the room. She turned her blue eyed gaze to the man that stood before them, the unforgettable man that terrorized the world these days. But why was he here?

Juliet looked to James as he spoke, but the acclaimed Dark Lord disregarded them, trying to prove his point. She watched as the curse hit few students, and she watched as Alex stood in front of her. She felt safe with him, but cursed his stupidity. He should be saving himself, she can handle herself, right?
The screams from various students had stopped as the dark lord turned his attention to Alex. She placed a hand into his, ignoring the cold and warmth mixing. She felt the dark lords eyes rest upon her, and within what felt like milliseconds, Alex was torn from her and she was engulfed in a flame. She couldn't escape. She felt herself look in ever direction, but the flames would not allow her to move. She looked to Alex, her eyes beginning to water. As she looked upon each person within the room, silently begging them to help her and Alex, it felt as if her time was cut short.
She fell to the ground, feeling immense pain take over every inch of her body. Every nerve in her body was working overtime. She couldn't help but scream. It was the worst pain she had ever felt, she wished death would meet her instead of torture. Each scream was cut short to start a new, each pain dug deeper and deeper into her body. Juliet felt tears cascade down her face, but even then, it turned numb. She wanted to cry out for everyone, she wanted to tell the dark lord to kill her, but no audible words could escape her mouth, each word deafened by screams. She managed to turn, looking directly at Alex. She wanted to make sure none of this was his fault, but every time she tried to tell him, the pain got worse.
"...Help... Me..."The words were not audible to anyone, let alone herself. The only one she suspected would hear her would be Remus, but even then, she felt to faint to think. Was this going to be her last night?

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Remus felt like he’d done a decent job of taking the attention away from Sirius and his blatant want of starting a fight, or calling James out, or whatever it had been that his friend had wanted to do. He just wanted everyone to enjoy themselves, they’d be going back to school in less than 2 weeks and he felt that the last thing they wanted right now was drama. You get enough of that at school anyhow, it seemed as if there was a new rumor about the Marauders every week and Remus just wanted to escape from the gossip for just a little while. People who gossiped were desperate for attention anyway, it was really quite sad.

His lips curled into a smile, “Oh I can imagine! Without the House Elves I’m sure you and your father would starve, no offense to your mother or her cooking—you know how much I love that woman. But her cooking…” He trailed off, scrunching up his nose as he remembered one time when James had had the 3 of them over for a week or two during the summer a few years back and his mother had insisted on making Remus her un-official taste-tester. He had to endure an hour and a half of tasting many of James’ mum’s concoctions and ensuring her that they tasted delicious [because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings!].

Curiously, he cast a glance in the direction of the doorway when he noticed his best mate tensing up at the new arrival, at first Remus hadn’t paid much attention but when Prongs drew his wand the sandy-haired teen knew that something was wrong. Turning his body so that he could catch a glimpse of just who was standing in the doorway, Remus felt a cold shiver run up his spine and goosebumps prickled his arms. This wasn’t right. Something distinctly bad was going to happen. Why would he be here of all places?

Despite the fact that he felt fear grip him with its cold fingers, Remus was able to fish his wand out of his pants pocket and hold it out in front of him, pointing it towards Voldemort and moving to stand beside James. It felt as if time had slowed down, Remus watched, horrified, as the man pointed his wand at some of the guests. Time sped back up as they fell to the floor, writhing in agony and letting out suffering screams, it was too painful to watch. He felt like a terrible person for allowing this to happen, for allowing his friends to be attacked ruthlessly…for not stepping in and doing something to prevent this from happening in the first place. But what could he do? He was just a 16 year old boy and Voldemort was an adult, well versed in magic and all things dark and evil. Sure, back at school Remus was known to be quite astute, acing nearly every test, examination, and practical that was thrown his way but…none of that had really prepared him for something of this magnitude.

His eyes darted to Alex, the boy was certainly brave, or maybe he was foolish? Though Remus would admit that Alex was doing much more than he himself was at the moment…

Almost as soon as the curse had hit Juliet, Remus flicked his wrist, “Flipendo! Immobulus! Incarcerous ” He felt as if he were pulling at straws, hoping that at least one of them would hit the Dark Lord and end this dangerous game before it got too out of hand, before someone was killed. “Juliet! Fight it, you’re stronger than that, just…just don’t give up!” Towards the end he found himself on the verge of desperation, terrified that his friend would succumb to the pain of the torture curse…and not wake up. He knew that she was stronger than that, she was a vampire after all, he just couldn’t believe, didn’t want to believe that she could be taken down that easily.

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Tom had always loved the sound of pain. Most would argue that pain doesn’t have a sound but, Voldemort would disagree. There was always this sharp, shrill, almost defining cry that escaped a person’s mouth when afflicted with intense, unrelenting pain. And that, that was the sound of pain. He could see the faces of her friends out of his peripheral vision and that was almost as satisfying as her screams. Cowering was just something that made the Dark Lord smile. He liked that people were afraid of him or at least afraid of his power. But, there were always a few that were brave. They recognized their fear and acted in spite of it. It was a noble trait, to be sure, Tom would not deny that. But, it was also a bit of an annoyance.

One such boy, who couldn’t have been more than sixteen, raised his wand in defiance. Flicking his wrist he shouted several curses. Now, this was better! Multiple spells showed adeptness in the arts. Voldemort swayed to the left waving his own wand in front of himself to block the first spell. It dissipated in a cloud of blue. The second curse came in low, Tom thrust his wand towards it shooting a stream of yellow at its center. The beam cut through the spell and a small explosion erupted. The third spell was aimed at his head. Smirking, Tom flung his cape around his person and disappeared into a puff of black smoke. The spell crashed into a nearby table splaying its contents into the air.

The ring of fire disappeared leaving a small, smoldering black ring around the girl who lay on the ground. It was time to play with them a little bit. Shrouding himself in darkness just outside the window he watched the children intently. He would reappear soon enough but, for now it would be entertaining to let them sweat in a locked house. Yes, all the windows and doors were barred and there was no chance of aparating. Tom chuckled under his breath. Who said work couldn’t be fun?

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[Sirius Orion Black III]

Sirius wasn't sure what to do in this situation. He was a bit more drunk then he thought he was, and he didn't have the mind for a fight right now. So, he raised his wand, jumped from the sofa and blew a hole in the wall. "I'll be taking that bike now for a bit, I think." He mused, grabbed the handle bars. He turned the key and sped off into the night.

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