It was a cozy weekday evening. A fire kept the Gryffindor common room pleasantly warm as Harry and Ron lounged. Hermione sat precisely upright on her chair, a very large book balanced on her lap. She stared intently at it, then flipped the page and sighed heavily.
Ron struggled to his elbows at the sound. “Hermione, I don’t understand how reading Hogwarts: A History is going to help us defeat Voldemort. Besides, don’t you have it memorized?”
“’Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it,’” she quipped absently, her eyes following her finger down the page.
“Who said that?”
“Figures,” Ron snorted, flopping back down to the floor again. “I doubt he ever had to deal with anything like Voldemort.”
“No, that was a little past his time,” Hermione admitted, turning another page. She frowned over the top of her book as Trevor hopped past, looking as pleased as a toad possibly could. “Has Neville lost his toad again? Grab him, Harry.”
A sudden commotion outside the portrait hole removed any thought of Neville and his ill-fated pet. Harry scrambled to his feet, wand at the ready. Lavender Brown stumbled through the door, looking as white as a sheet and Ron followed Harry’s example, a look of worry on his broad face.
“Lavender? What is it?”
“Oh, it’s awful,” she gasped, waving one hand vaguely behind her, the other clutched to her chest. “It says… it says… oh, it’s just terrible.”
Hermione pushed past Harry and clambered out, turning to face the same direction as the gawkers who stood outside. Her eyes widened as she took in the message scrawled in what looked suspiciously like blood across the Fat Lady’s portrait.
The Dark Lord has returned. Enemies of Voldemort, beware.
“That’s not good,” Ron mumbled from beside Hermione.
Harry Potter had never been the star of a Quidditch team. He knew no spells, had never helped hatch a dragon, and had never worn a cloak of invisibility. Everything changed when
the fire nation attacked a letter arrived, plunging him into a world of magic and mystery where his biggest concern is not failing his potions class - when he isn't being hunted by Voldemort, that is. Will the Boy Who Lived live up to his reputation, or was the Chosen One chosen for nothing? Who knows.
I have between twelve and sixteen spots. I can adjust for more or less, but twelve to sixteen would be ideal.
1. No logging into other people's accounts. Screenshots are fine. Fake away.
2. Sometimes the stories will accurately portray the events of the night. Sometimes they won't. Good luck figuring out which is which.
3. Vote/unvote in whatever bright color you want.
4. No after-death posts unless okayed by me. Also, don't talk to dead people about the game. Even if you're also dead. Don't do it.
5. If you're inactive, you may lose your powers. If you're active, you may gain new powers.
6. Don't get picky about RPMs. I'll be mixing up the formatting on all of them deliberately.
7. There are hidden mechanics. If you don't understand what just happened, PM me for clarification.
8. May the odds be ever in your favor. Or something.
This game includes certain objects which will be helpful or harmful to the holder, depending on who the holder is. In order to transfer an object to another player, just Wingardium Leviosa! your request to me during a night phase. At the end of the phase, the object will be transferred. If the holder of an object dies, I'll use a random number generator to determine the new holder.
3. The Invisible Hand
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