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LilyHermioneChapman Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 11:53 am
Where students can come to be healed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 11:57 am
 ~Emily A. Wixom~
Emily was holding her wand steady so that she moved Seth as little as possible as she levitated him into the hospital wing. As soon as she entered, the matron came bustling over to assist, and Emily let her take over, as she did what she could to assist. Her best subject in school had been Potions, so she quickly made up a reviving Potion, and once the Matron got Seth out of danger, she slipped the Potion down his mouth, and pulled a chair up to the side of his bed. When he came too a few moments later, Emily was watching him patiently. "Mr. Norton, I need you to explain exactly what happened out there. Just before you passed out, you said 'he found you.' Who is he? Who found you Mr. Norton?"
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LilyHermioneChapman Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:41 am
Seth's lips parted in a bloody grin. "How familiar are you with international crime syndicates?" He rolled over and spat out a mouthful of blood. "There are things happening that have never happened before. He's like Voldemort, pushing the boundries of magic far beyond where they should go." Seth fished something out of his robes, showing it to Emily. "You know what this is?" He held a hood clasp shaped like a scarab with two snakes twining around it. "This is the crest of an Egyptian pharaoh. I got it from a tomb in Egypt that was being raided by Haro Asar. He's a Dark Wizard, but he doesn't want to ethnically cleanse the muggles. He wants to push the tentacles of his crime syndicate into every corner of the magical and non-magical world." Seth rubbed his eyes, trying to unify his scattered thoughts.
"He's mixing the two worlds. He pretends to be a muggle military contractor catering to drug lords and the like, and he sends wizards to protect them and convince them to join him. He's selling heroin to wizards, cutting it with different potions and poisons. The thing about muggle street drugs, well, they're not meant to be used by wizards. They can have seizures, respiratory arrest, and finally, lose their magic." He shuddered at the thought of being trapped in the muggle world.
"My stepmother, nosy, stupid b***h that she is, found out about his organization, and his agents that infiltrate Parliment and the Ministry of Magic alike. Oh, and I don't know if they need reports or whatever from new headmistresses, but you've got to be extremely careful about what information you allow them access to. Especially concerning me. Anyway, my mother tried to expose him to the Daily Prophet and the Washington Post of all papers. And so we were hunted. I left the stupid woman to her fate and took off. Last I heard, they went to Argentina to seek asylum."
"Anyway, let's just say I... Vigorously defended myself when confronted by Haro's agents. He decided I was dangerous and tried to have me killed many, many times. He killed a lot of people I loved, that's for sure. But not me. Not Esrath." In the rambling, disconnected way typical of war victims, Seth managed to get the story out. He beckoned Emily close to him, dropping his voice to a whisper. "We dueled in a tomb somewhere in Egypt. I nearly beat him, but I ended up using Floo powder to get out of there. He must have found something there, something that bypasses Hogwarts wards. I think it takes a lot of energy from him, and he can't control it very well." Seth's head lolled on the pillow. He could barely hold his eyes open. "If you don't believe me, look in the ministry's archives. They've issued no warrant for my arrest, and there are no charges against me, yet if you let slip that I'm here, there'll be more dementors converging on this place than you'd ever believe." With that final, chilling statement, Seth passed out again. An almost coma-like sleep took him as his body and the various potions went to work repairing his wounds. His fingers were still tightly clasped around the scarab/cobra brooch. Something scaly rubbed against Emily's leg. Esrath had arrived, slithering around the bed, looking for a way to get up. The bedposts were too slippery, and he looked up at Emily beseechingly.
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