Wizarding AU

[madam_rosmerta]

HARRY POTTER AU MEME You're a wizard! Or perhaps you're a magical creature or a ghost. More importantly, where do your loyalties lie? Are you the Dark Lord or one of the Death Eaters? Perhaps you teach at Hogwarts or work at the ministry. Are you a member of the Order of Phoenix? Are you a student in Hogwarts? In which house did the Sorting Hat place you? Leave a comment with your character's name and canon and your preferences in the title line. Then put down a few ideas about your character in your top level. Both AU characters and canon characters are welcome. List of prompts: (Choose from these or make up your own.) 1. HOGWARTS Are you a teacher or a student? Which house are you in? What subjects do you teach? Next week might be the most important quidditch match of the year and you're the team captain! Maybe you're the potions professor and someone just blew up their cauldron. 2. AURORS Are you a trainee? The head Auror who has been dueling with dark wizards all your adult life? A dark wizard? Catch you if we can! Or maybe you're an auror breaking curses in a Death Eater safehouse. 3. DIAGON ALLEY A bustling locale filled to the brim with wizarding shops and taverns. Are you a business owner? Perhaps you're a wand maker or a student buying your books for the next year in Hogwarts. Maybe you just want to get a shot of firewhiskey in the Three Broomsticks. 4. MINISTRY OF MAGIC Do you work here? You could be in the Department of Mysteries, handling a new case about vanishing cabinets. Or maybe you work in the misuse of muggle artifacts office, dispelling singing teacups or flying cars. Is it a busy day, a slow week, or just another day in the office? Maybe you're one of the gossips who just heard of the newest bit of juicy gossip. 5. THE OLDEST AND PUREST BLOOD Were you born to a pureblood family? Perhaps you're an heir of great, questionable fortune. Maybe you'd like nothing to do with your family who supports the Dark Lord. What if you fell in love with someone your family doesn't approve of? Or maybe both of your parents are muggle born and this is still all new to you. 6. FLYING There are great many ways to fly: broomsticks, hippogriffs, dragons. Take your pick and soar through the skies! 7. DUELING/SPELL CASTING What's the fun in being a wizard if you can't cast spells? Are you good at something specific? Do you use silent spells a lot? Perhaps you're the best dueler with a wand that's been seen for ages. Or maybe you're just starting out, and a spell just backfired in your face. 8. ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES Did your spell go haywire? Did you stick a satsuma up your nostril? It happens. Happily there's a hospital for your needs. Or maybe you work there, healing all those poor and silly wizards who turn up in desperate need of your care. 9. AZKABAN A fortress island in the middle of the Northern sea, full of the most dangerous dark wizards. Are you a resident, or visiting? Watch out for those dementors! 10. POTIONS You brewed the best pick-me-up potion but something went wrong? Maybe you ended up purple in the face. Or you gave a love potion to the wrong person. Maybe you mixed your hangover potion with magical viagra? It happens. But now you have to deal with it. 11. MAGICAL CREATURES Do you work with dragons? Perhaps you have some giant blood in you. Or maybe you were bit by a werewolf and your first full moon is nearing. Maybe you found an injured unicorn. Or your house has become infested with boggarts. 12. WILD CARD Come up your own scenario.

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[earlybird]

[ Children as young as Damian flag fast and easy in the face of a Dementor, quickly succumbing to the ambient chill of despair, but the first-year is holding steady despite it -- both eyes open, and limbs unlocking to jerk himself into motion, scooting inch by inch until he's off the desk, standing on his own two feet to stare at one of the guards of Azkaban, trapped in its circle.

At his robin, the bird doing a quick circle around the boy's head; gifting him with a little more warmth, a little more strength.

At Constantine's rabbit, the creature just as thematically inappropriate -- John chuckles, and Damian's expression scrunches into critical disbelief. And, despite the chatter of his teeth, manages to spit out: ]

No one can know of this. You'll tell my Father it was a hypogriff, and I won't breathe a word of your bunny.

[ He is taking the secret of their adorable, tiny Patronuses to his grave. ]

Now keep holding it still, I want to punch it.

[ He's rolling his sleeve up a skinny arm to the elbow, the little terror. Time to make his mark. ]

[heckblazer]

I'll tell yer' old man it was a great bloody dragon, but I expect a blood pact, mate.

[ This is all bound to create some sort of very long, ugly Ministry hearing.

Which is precisely the thought John needs to strengthen the ward on the Dementor, grinning to himself. The circle in which its contained glows the red of a dying star. For measure, the silver rabbit in the air sinks it's teeth into the thing's arm, causing a displeased hiss to emit from it's mouth-hole. ]

Make it fast and don't aim for the face, bird-boy.

[earlybird]

Deal. Chinese Fireball. They'll think it means Mother, and Father will overcompensate accordingly.

[ Never let it be said that Damian doesn't make sure he gets what he feels is owed to him: namely, his father's attention in the interpersonal conflict against Talia.

Divorce is exploitable, and that's the only good thing about it. ]

No funny business with the blood, either. Grandfather will know.

[ Ra's always knows. He's tetchy over anyone messing with the al Ghul bloodline; there are curses upon curses layered on it.

He breathes in hard through his nose, mouth crooking to the side in determination as he compels his shaky legs to stomp their way closer to the thing, skirting around the edges of the circle to stand next to Constantine, look beneath the hood.

His fist clenches. The robin darts in. Both patronus and boy coordinate to deliver a resounding punch -- a first! -- to the thing, drawing a pissed off screech from it. The shock of contact alone steals his own breath away, has him reeling back to bump against John's legs, but his grin is toothy nevertheless, bristling with pride in victory. ]

Note that one for the history books, Constantine.

[heckblazer]

Not bad.

[ In no mood to be outdone by a child of the Wayne estate, John gets a lick in as well, a minor pyrokinetic spell charged in his fist as he does so, his rabbit joining in for a headbutt for effect. The weakened Dementor hisses in complaint and sinks back through the circle as John closes it with what remains of the hot energy in his off-hand.

Then, drained, he slumps back against his desk, his tiny patronus wisping away. The boy didn't need to know that was, perhaps, the third time his teacher had brought it forth successfully. He leans his weight against the table, pawing around for his flask of firewhisky. The adrenaline is still running too raw to consider trifling details like how they could have both been made extremely dead, but he speaks through pants. ]

Right. I've one more lesson today, if yer' up for it. Do you know what an alibi is?