three_broomsticks | Hogwarts: A Jamjar Meme

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well that's quite a bit to try to wrap her head around. Horcruxes and her boy growing up terrorized by a monster. Her frown grows more and more pronounced with each sentence her son shares. Green eyes grow harder and harder, like chips of emerald, until she sharply inhales and rears back, looking at him over with a franticness layered with a terror that leaves it impossible to breathe.

"He--he killed you?" There's no stopping the waiver in her voice. Anger and raw emotion, disbelief. Her grasp on his arms tightens. This is exactly what she'd feared... except, instead of that mad man killing a baby, he'd killed her son while he'd been... presumably still a boy. Still her boy, regardless of his age. Lily's not sure what to make of him attributing his survival to a spell she hadn't knowingly casted. She's not talented like Dumbledore or other witches and wizards. Maybe she has a knack for potions, but saving lives?

If she weren't with him right this second--if they weren't stepping out of the hall...

It's not until the din of the room dies away that she breathes. That she manages to swallow enough air to keep from losing her composure again. He doesn't need to see his mother crying every two seconds like a volatile little thing. Instead, he'll have to deal with a tight grip on his arm.

"Does it? How do you know what it looked like back then?" Her gaze sweeps over the halls they wander through. "I suppose it wouldn't have changed too much, over the years, come to think of it."

Word of her sister gives Lily pause, her expression growing more troubled. Petunia is yet another worry, and one she's not entirely sure she wants to learn more about just yet. Yet if she doesn't ask now, will the possibility ever present itself?

"I'll tell you everything you wanted to know. Like all the dates your father sabotaged and how I hexed him nearly every chance I got before we got together, and how he would chase you around the house on your little broom Sirius bought you for your first birthday." Her voice cracks again, that sadness threatening to choke her. She takes a shaky breath. "Everything. I'll tell you it all," she whispers, looking at him with a shaky smile. One that withers away moments later. "Harry, did--was my sister. She--was she kind to you?"

"Yes, he did. For a little while. Just a little. Don't worry," Harry whispers at her. "I'm alive now."

He guides them out of the Great Hall and into the hallway, then quickly toward another, and another, holding her arm tightly against his side as they pass classrooms and finally find their way to the library. It's quiet and deserted right now. Everyone else is still at the Great Hall.

He pulls her to a cushioned window seat, reaching for her hand as he takes a seat and turns to face her.

"I... I have seen quite a lot of memories of your time in school. Snape's memories. Of you and dad and the others. He loved you until the very end, mum."

He squeezes her hand and then pauses, struggling to see how he should answer her last question. Because he knows it's going to cause her even more pain. But he doesn't want to start by lying to her.

"...No," he finally says with a small, apologetic smile. "She wasn't kind to me."

"I'll always worry," she says, voice sharpened by stubbornness. "You shouldn't have died in the first place!"

Don't worry, he tells her. How can she not worry when--when he's seen so many things? When he's been forced to live through all these wretched things as a boy? How is he so calm and self assured when he's talking about dying? Once they're seated in the library, her hand in his, fingers tightly gripping a hand she can still recall so vividly as being much teensier, she twists to face him and reaches over to cup his cheek. Thumb tracing the arch of his cheekbone.

There's not just sadness in her eyes, still slightly glassy, but there's a fierce pride as well. Wonder.

How is it fair that he know so very much more about her, and she knows so little about him?

She blinks, torn from her thoughts when he mentions memories. Of an old friend she wishes she could have made amends with, in retrospect. "Severus did? You saw his memories of us? I can't imagine they were very favorable." Until the very end... Does that mean...

Speaking with Harry really does give her the sensation of a tree slapped around by hurricane winds. Death, epiphanies, and then her question about her sister is being answered, before she truly has time for anything to sink in.

No, Petunia wasn't. Of course she wasn't. Her own sister raised her son, but wasn't kind? A little boy? With a long inhale, she finally asks, "You lived with her? And Vernon?" That wretched whale of a man. "What--" Something hardens in her eyes. Her voice grows firmer again. "What did they do?"

He sits quietly with a patient smile as she cups his face and thumbs his cheeks. While most young men of his age would probably find this kind of attention embarrassing, Harry has never experienced it, he swallows it all up with eagerness that is half frightening how intense it is.

"No, he didn't remember dad with fondness," Harry says with a lopsided grin. "He... was instrumental in Voldemort finding out about the prophesy in the first place. But he spend the rest of his life paying for that mistake. He tried his best to keep you safe. And after you died, he kept me safe as the best he knew how. I'll admit, I never liked him, not even when I found out his best guarded secret that he wasn't a complete arse, but he never stopped loving you."

When she asks about the Dursleys, he frowns and the smile disappears for a moment as he looks away briefly. "It doesn't matter what they did. It's in the past."

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