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HOGWARTS:
A JAMJAR MEME

Wizards of all ages and from all times: whatever you were doing, wherever you were - none of that matters now. You've been brought to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. You’ll find yourself in the Great Hall under a starry sky, illuminated by the light of a thousand candles.

What happened? Why were you brought here? How were you brought here? All questions to be answered, perhaps. But first, mingle with your kind and find a seat for yourself. This will be your home for a while.

Because there is no leaving. Student, staff, you with nothing to do - all of you trapped inside the school grounds.

Sorting to houses & Start-of-term feast
Those of you who have not been sorted into your houses, you're guided to sit on a stool while an old hat will contemplate a proper house for you. After, you can join your housemates at their long table.

The ghost of the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, will soon give a speech once the last student is sorted...

"The very best of evenings to you! Now… to our new students, welcome. To our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you…"

He will warn you about the anti-curse charm set upon Hogwarts and how it will bring harm in equal measures to yourself. He will urge you to stay calm and have a lemondrop; they’ll be provided at all tables.

Dumbledore would like you all to note few things, Hogwarts attendees:

1. This will be a continuous, no commitment necessary “storyline.”
What does that mean? Depending on the level of interest, there will be at least one post per month on the 3B-DR that will continue the storyline which begins here. Players are encouraged to make top-levels in the dressing room if they want to keep this verse going with their characters. Madame Rosmerta’s made a tag specifically for this.

2. Multiple versions of characters at various ages are welcome.
Whether that means there’s three Harry’s all in fifth year, or one Harry in first year, a second in third year, and a third in sixth year is up to you. All three Harry’s could also interact, depending on player preferences. AU versions of (HP)canon and non-(HP)canon characters are also welcome. Sometimes people disappear from Hogwarts and sometimes they come back.

3. Schoolwork
Dumbledore's ghost will invite all characters of age and knowledge to teach their specialties to the younger wizards. If your character could be possibly a teacher, or is interested in teaching, refer to this thread to sign up for a teaching position. The courses do not need to be anything serious (unless you want them to be). If your character would be interested in a course, you can look it up from the character's toplevel. Your character doesn't need to be of student age to participate in courses. (They're free for all!)

4. Sign up for your house.
Here is a thread for all the Hogwarts houses that your character could be sorted in.

5. This means… war!
Are you a Death Eater? A member of the Order? Rival students? It’s likely your character will encounter someone they don’t get along with. Duels are fine, but beware that any attacks meant to cause harm (curses) will backfire on the caster. If your character doesn’t care that damage will also bounce back to them, then Dumbledore’s ghost will be intervening. He won’t tolerate harm to any of his students… even if it’s harm to Tom.

6. Housecup
Of course points will be awarded and taken away by teachers and prefects. You can leave a comment in this thread for the points taken or given. Madam Rosmerta will add them up together for the next post. You can also sign up for a prefect role. Each house has one and that one will change in each post. First come, first serve is the rule, except if your character was a prefect in the last post, you can't sign up in this one.

1. Toplevel with your character

2. Tag other characters

3. Have fun!

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Panic, panic, panic. Baby not in vicinity. Abort mission!

Lily doesn't give a damn about what ghost Dumbledore has to say. She's not quite sure why there's a ghost of Dumbledore, either, considering he'd been alive last she'd heard. It's more than she can say for herself. Regardless, the horde of students makes it near impossible to rush to the front and demand an explanation (though she doesn't truly expect to receive one, dead is dead... right?), so with a pained look, she follows the others and heads towards Gryffindor's table.

Like waves crashing against the shore, a plethora of emotions crash against her. Sorrow, fear, loneliness, and far too many others to list. She can't think about her baby and what's become of him. Nor can she think about James. The mere thought of his name is enough to make her choke, a hot wave of prickling wetness blurring her vision.

It's really by chance she notices that mop of messy hair as soon as she does. No one--no one has ever managed to master the art of having hair which defies gravity quite like James Potter.

With a sharp cry, she's darting past smaller bodies and flinging herself beside him on the bench. Hands reach over to grip his shoulders, her eyes wide, heart pounding in her ears. Is it? She's not going mad? With a tug, she pulls him to face her.

It is him! "Oh thank Merlin!" she gasps, nearly flinging herself into his arms for a frantic hug.

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He'll perk up at that cry. Yes, he knows the sound of his wife's voice even in a crowded hall. But he doesn't see her before she's pulling his face up and then she's there, wrapping around him like a constrictor boa and he's perfectly happy being choked to the inch of his life.

"Lily," he mutters into her hair and pulls her down to his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "I'm so sorry, darling."

Because he couldn't protect them. He couldn't reach his wand. A green glow and then it had been over.

"Harry, what happened to...? Did you...?"

He can't bring himself to be happy to see her even if it feels so good to be holding her again. She should be with their baby. She should be alive and well, not sharing afterlife with him.

She's just as happy to settle on his lap, hugging him as if her life depended on it. There's just too many... too much to process right now, between this place and her last living moments. It leaves her sucking in sharp breaths, fighting back the sobbing that threatens to shake her to the core.

Lily tucks her face into that little nook between neck and shoulder and breathes him in. And still, the sobs come at the mention of Harry. It's a bleeding wound that won't stop, throbbing and painful and it leaves her dizzy, reeling. "I don't know," she chokes out. Her nails dig into his back and shoulders--wherever she manages to grip him. "I--he--I couldn't protect him!" Oh, but she'd tried.

Squeezing her against his chest just doesn't seem enough. She shakes with her emotions and he doesn't know how to comfort her.

It's just not there. Because what can you say to that? As far as he can see, their little boy is dead right after them...

He turns his face to her hair and shudders with a sob that isn't completely voiced through his throat, because he bites it back.

"L-Lily..."

Everything they'd worked for, all the laughter, the tears, the arguing, and everything in-between was leading up to the moment where they'd had Harry and built a family. Her little baby boy, the love of her life, and she'd dreamed about all the anniversaries that would come after his first birthday.

What kind of mother goes and dies on her son?

She doesn't care if they make a scene, doesn't notice the way the space around them grows a little quieter with each passing moment, because she's so in tune with James and her grief that nothing else matters. James, her beautiful James.

"I'm sorry." He'd thrown himself at Voldemort to protect her and Harry, and she hadn't gotten out in time. A hand smoothes up and down his back when she feels him tremble. "I'm so sorry."

Of course, they both feel the guilt just as acutely, just as achingly close and painfully real. They both tried their best to keep their little boy safe. It just hadn't been enough, had it?

One day James will know that she did more than he ever could. One day he will know that she saved him where he failed to do so. But in this moment he doesn't know and all he knows is that they both failed to protect what was the most important to them.

He leans back, reaching up to cup her face in both of his hands, his eyes wet and fragile. "No. Don't apologise to me. You did your best. I did my best. I can't forgive you because there's nothing you owe to me. We both failed him."

Then he leans in to kiss her, sweet and soft across her mouth. But he has to stop after just a brief moment because his mouth is twisting in a miserable sob and he presses his face against hers, just breathing her in, trying not to think of their little boy alone with that monster.

She stares up into those eyes, her own wet as well. Her face is wet, streaked with tears--and she's always been an ugly crier, face all blotchy and red--not that it matters. None of it matters. Except that they both had failed him.

Lily squeezes her eyes shut, and with a shuddering breath, she pushes up to her knees, straddling him, so that she can pull him closer, press his head to her, and wrap herself around him as best she can. Nothing shakes James, nothing to this degree. His reaction, entirely warranted, shakes her out of her own spirals of guilt.

It gives her a reason to try and pull herself together, so that she can be strong for him. At least in this moment while he shatters she can try. Those sobs make it near impossible, but she drags her fingers through his hair and lightly rocks them. Back and forth as she forces the memories away, doesn't let herself think about Harry right now, because James is here and he needs her, and she can't do anything for Harry in this moment. She hates herself for it.

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