Welcome to Until The End. We are a moderate Harry Potter role-playing site set in the Marauder's Era. Our plot is generally derived from details in the book, but as an AU site we do take liberties most anywhere we like. Those who died in the books can have a second chance at living, and those who lived are always at risk.
Tom Marvolo Riddle has long since disappeared and in his stead Lord Voldemort has risen, bringing a small army with him. The Ministry of Magic has thus far ignored the growing menace that is the Death Eaters and Albus Dumbledore has taken it upon himself to defend the wizarding community from an evil he knows is building. War is coming. Pick a side!
School's Out For Summer
The Hogwart's Express has pulled up to the station in King's Cross station and the summer holidays have officially begun. What mischeif will you get into in the warm summer sun?
*Coming Soon* - Summer Solstice Carnival
Travel by portkey to the biggest summer celebration in wizard society - The Summer Solstice Carnival! There will be food, games, prizes, fun and more!
Danger? I laugh in the face of danger. Hahahahaha.
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Post by Christine Aine Sayre on Jul 29, 2019 9:14:42 GMT -8
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere."
He was gone. That was the only thing Christine could focus on. She had hoped to see him one last time and say goodbye, but the thought kept her tossing and turning at night and she barely woke up in time to get ready to catch her flight. When she descended into the lobby he wasn't there - not that she had time to look.
It was fine. His presence was a fantasy in her life and the fantasy had to end. Maybe she'd meet him again sometime back in England. The thought was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. She could never reconcile the handsome auror's presence in her "real" life. He had witnessed two rather large mishaps and that information could never get back to her father. But that was also inevitable wasn't it?
Ever since Christine could remember she had wanted to be an auror like her uncles. Her father hadn't come around to the idea yet, but she had been very vocal about her ambition. She would never be the docile marrying sort - there was too much she wanted to do. Fortunately her parents were rather progressive and only wanted Christine's happiness, and as history had shown - Christine usually got her way in things. She and Elara went about it differently, but the outcome was the same. No one said no to a Sayre for very long.
So if she wanted to be an auror, and Dorian was an auror for the British Ministry, they would have to run into each other at some point wouldn't they?
That was the only thing Christine could think of during the hour or so carpet ride to Ayn Ghazal. Somehow their paths would cross again, sooner or later.
Once she arrived on site however all thoughts - well most thoughts - of the handsome auror disappeared. She was here. She was really here. It had been such a tumultuous beginning, and most would have been over the "adventure", not Christine. She had a passion for artifacts and exploration. She couldn't wait to tell her ancient runes professor all about her trip and special access to the new excavation site.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she was going to enjoy it. It was time to put the auror in her past.
Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Aug 4, 2019 17:14:38 GMT -8
"Shukraan limusaeidatik."Dorian shook hands with the Egyptian Auror Department Head as he thanked him for his country's cooperation with their mission. Ultimately, the mission had failed. A few women were saved from sex traffic but the mastermind and most of his men were still out there. More women would abducted, more weapons sold, more illegal substances moved from one country to another. Dorian's failure to catch Ramses was a huge blight on the British Ministry's record. The Egyptian Head was polite enough not to mention it, but the look he gave Dorian made it clear that he was aware.
"Nursil alshurtat 'iilaa eayan ghazal." The familiar name caught Dorian's attention as he was leaving the Auror Department. His pace slowed purposefully. Dorian wasn't normally one to eavesdrop but talk of activity in Ayn Ghazal made his ears perk up. Christine was heading there today on a tour. The organization of Agent activity in the area was concerning. Another name was muttered and Dorian's jaw tensed. "Jabare Seddik." Without another moment's hesitation, Dorian dashed from the room, heading swiftly toward the stairs. There was no time to wait for the lifts. As soon as he reached the atrium, Dorian turned on his heel and disapparated with a pop that disappeared in all the noise of the busy Egyptian Ministry.
Danger? I laugh in the face of danger. Hahahahaha.
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Post by Christine Aine Sayre on Aug 4, 2019 21:15:48 GMT -8
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"Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less traveled by."
The ground was hard. That was the first conscious thought Christine had as she came to her senses, but pain quickly followed. Her hip and shoulder hurt from where she had been lying in the cold stone makeshift cell and her hands and feet had gone numb from being tied at the wrist and ankles. A dirty rag had been shoved in her mouth and a bag of some sort had been placed over her head.
Every part of her body ached - a side affect from the stunning spell used to force her into submission.
Perhaps this was the universe's way of mocking her. She thought the convent her uncle sent her to would have been a prison and yet her own adventure had seen her enslaved, imprisoned and now a combination of both.
"She's coming to."
Christine heard the voice and only barely had the mental faculties to translate the woman's Arabic.
"He-o" she tried to respond, but the gag prevented her from being clear. Her panic was clear enough as she continued to try and get answers, "He-o wa ha-en-in?! Wh mm I?"
Christine could hear the shuffling of feet and rattling of chains. She panicked and moved away from the sound, but came up against a wall. She felt something tug at the bag around her head and she fought only for a moment before she heard the woman speak again. "It's alright. I won't hurt you."
The cloth lifted from her face Christine attempted to peer out and gain a better understanding of her surroundings. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they did Christine was horrified.
Thirteen.
There were thirteen girls in the cell with her.
The shock of her current situation prevented her from speaking though the cloth had been removed from her mouth and her hands and feet had been untied. The woman who untied her was now rubbing at her hands until Christine took them in her own, "What's happening? Who are all of you? Where are we?" She repeated the question in Arabic realizing the woman couldn't understand her.
Her voice was calm, but there was terror in her eyes. Just what had she gotten into now?