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Tweak says, "Bury me in the combat zone,"

Walking Ghost Moderator. (ghostlymod) wrote,
@ 2010-02-19 23:40:00

PREMISE

In the year of 1998, the final battle at Hogwarts began.

Battles were fought valiantly, lives were lost. And the wizarding world lost their saviour when Lord Voldemort used the Imperius curse on Harry to gain control and then erased his memories, taking the Boy-Who-Lived and making him his pupil.

Ten years later, the world lays in ruin. Muggles are scarce in number, and most wizards and witches hide in fear. With no options left, Minerva McGonagall once again summoned up The Order of the Phoenix. Albus Dumbledore had given her one last mission, if all hope was lost.

A spell cast by Dumbledore before his own untimely death is set in motion, to bring those back who had lost their lives fighting for good. But little do they know, Voldemort has a similar plan, to resurrect those loyal to him and take over the world, once and for all.

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Since Harry Potter was turned over to the dark side by Lord Voldemort himself, he has taken over the Ministry of Magic. He has no recollection of his true life, only false memories implanted by Voldemort.

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley have since joined the Order of the Phoenix, who is begun to regroup and launch one last attack on Voldemort, in an attempt to save Harry, who is their only hope. Minerva McGonagall found a letter addressed to her from Albus Dumbledore, sent shortly before his death.

In the letter, Dumbledore explained a charm he had cast in number 12 Grimmauld Place, which could be activated in dire need. It would bring back their fallen comrades, and build up their numbers once more in order to launch a successful attack against Voldemort.

The password to set the charm in motion was given to McGonagall in the letter. She didn't believe such a thing to be true, there was no mention of it in any book. But she had put all her faith in Dumbledore.

On the eve of the 7th March, 2008, McGonagall summoned the Order members for the monumental event. They were gathered in the room where the charm lay dormant, and McGonagall took in a deep breath.

"Pedes Lemures!"

The room held their breath in anticipation of seeing their loved ones. But nothing happened. McGonagall labeled the night a failure, and the charm was not to be spoken of again.

Little did they know that good things take their time.