Hogwarts Mafia Scenario

Days before the winter holidays in the year 2010, the students of Hogwarts are off to Hogsmeade to buy their last minute gifts and, perhaps, run a few other errands as well. The boy who lived has graduated from Hogwarts and a new bunch of students have taken his place. Thanks to Harry Potter and his companions they do not have to live under the threat of Voldemort or his band of Death Eaters....so they think.

Hogsmeade :: The Hog’s Head :: Mafia

You can kill the man, but his ideals live on and nowhere do they thrive better but in young minds.

Dumbledore, the late headmaster of Hogwarts, had wisdom and brilliance that lived beyond even his long years. Voldemort, on the other hand, had the sort of power and authority that appealed to the most basic wizard fears. And so, years after the two greatest wizards of an age were put to rest, still the war raged on.

Of course, this group of children had only the vaguest sense of the implications of getting together in secret to discuss ‘the mudblood problem’ or teach each other a few basic dark arts spells that couldn’t be learned in the classroom. Perhaps if they had learned a bit more from history, if they had seen what had become of a small group known as the DA, they might have realized just what they were on the cusp of. However, no alarming tragedy, no grave dangers, had struck this small group of students. They were safe, and comfortable, and when Lucius Malfoy heard of their little organization, they were, in many ways, damned.

Malfoy’s Little Secret, they called themselves, MLS for short. The escalation from gathering around a few books to acting out some spells to plotting the murder of Hogwart’s teachers had been gradual, but quick enough for Lucius’s purposes, and by winter holidays, he had an assignment for his little servants of darkness.

“You all have your quills?”

“Yes, the enchantments are complete.”

“Brilliant. Should we test?”

Wordlessly, one in the group pulled out the enchanted quill and wrote lightly on the tabletop. The others hissed and pulled up their sleeves to reveal fine white scratches in a neat script; had the Death Eater Youth pressed a little harder they might have drawn blood, but the point was to communicate discreetly, after all, and one could hardly do that with cuts up and down their arms.

“Good, it works. Now, most everyone will be leaving tomorrow. I have a list of people who are staying; it’s shorter than it should be, which is all the better for us. We’ll let the Death Eaters in, they’ll get the targets, and we’ll cover their escape.”

A simple enough plan for offing some key targets on what they liked to call ‘the losing side’, although it got slightly more complicated when one considered that they had to get a group of Death Eaters through the most heavily warded building in the Wizarding World. And then there was the whole…killing….thing, but none of them would have to do that, as long as everything went according to plan.

Hogsmeade:: Ariadne's Apothecary:: The Doctor

*Sniff*

The miserable looking student was bundled to their eyeballs in scarf and cloak but still the cold winter air managed to creep in. Reaching out a gloved hand to the apothecary door, the tired individual could hear the tiny jingle of the store front bells as they entered the cheery lamp lit shop. It was as warm as a summer's day inside and hands gratefully pulled away the wool wound tightly around their face to take in a relieved breath.

*Sniff*

The student wasn't waiting long before a grandmotherly looking witch in a weathered looking pink flowered robe made her way to the front, clucking in a pitying fashion as she came around the polished wooden counter.

"Look at you, you poor dear, why what a miserable way to spend your holidays. Come come."

The frail old woman picked up the spectacles hanging from a pink and pearl beaded chain around her neck and started looking thoughtfully at the herb jars. There was nothing for the poor sick student to do but follow along silently behind her.

"A common cold looks like. Here we are just the thing, just the thing."

The witch peered closely at the label on the bottle and then reached for her wand, that was also dangling from a pink and pearl beaded chain from her waist, to levitate it down to the counter. Not encouraging to think it needed to be chained to her lest she forget where she put it but there you are, she was well meaning at least.

"Pepper Up potion will fix that right up....Oh..." She turned and looked and the pale student behind her. "Such a palor could be the result of loss of blood, best give you some Blood - Replenishing potion just in case."

The bundled figure just nodded meekly and leaned over when she turned away to make sure the labels actually did read correctly lest one end up drinking bubotuber puss instead. You'd have remarkably clear skin but would still be coughing and sneezing miserably and what would be the point of looking great if you couldn't enjoy it?

"Well it might be poison. Here take this bezoar, just in case."

The little witch rambled on for a good half hour more, adding various remedies to the stack; finishing it off with a bar of chocolate....just in case.

Loaded down beyond being able to see, the bundled student trudged once more out into the cold.

'One of these was bound to work...'

*Sniff*

Hogsmeade::The Shrieking Shack::The Serial Killer


"Go on do it! No one has heard sounds outa the place for years...so you just -might- live."

"Need a courage potion?" Another voice sneered.

The bundled figure that was being taunted looked at the crooked and battered shack nervously. It certainly -looked- haunted no matter what the others said about it. Still, it was either stay out here and be called a scared ninny or go inside and wait until they were gone to come back out again. That couldn't be so hard, could it?

Trudging resolutely towards the ramshackle building, the lone figure could hear the laughter of those behind it. Ignoring the mocking sounds as they got fainter, the child was left with a new problem to focus on; the door and windows were boarded up. Tugging the wool cloak tighter, the would be guest walked around to the side. There they found a hole in the boards; it looked almost big enough, and pulling away a loose bit of lumber, the small explorer crawled inside.

It wasn't so bad from in here actually. Being out of the weather had its advantages and after a few moments of standing still and listening carefully, the newest occupant of the shrieking shack found enough courage to move around.

'Just wait until those dobbing great pansies see that I had no trouble hanging about this ol' musty place. Bunch of babies, bet they never..."

And that was when the figure, placing their hand eagerly on the window sill in order to peer through the boards at the other children, noticed something cold and metallic under their touch.

"Blimey! That's bleedin colder'n a witch's ..."

There was just enough time to make out that the object touched had been a silver amulet coiled in an intricate pattern of a snake with emerald eyes when a flash of green light filled the room. Knocked backwards by the force of the blast, the child put a hand to their head and shook it experimentally vaguely hearing the sounds of several pairs of feet running away in the distance outside.

"Ah, it would seem Wormtail proved useful one -last- time."

The voice was quiet, almost a hiss, and the small figure looked up into the face of darkness itself.

Hogsmeade :: Weasely’s Wizard Wheezes :: The Sheriff

Going to Filch’s office was not something any student at Hogwarts really wanted to do, but getting –left alone- in that place was for many a dream come true. A wise pupil knew better than to risk more trouble by pilfering through that delightful treasure trove known as ‘Filch’s desk drawer,’ but this particular student was not in trouble; merely in the right place at the right time. The right place being an empty classroom, and the right time being when Peeves had decided said room could use some redecorating.

This was how, on the last trip to Hogsmeade before winter break, one lucky student made their way to Fred and George’s joke shop with a mysterious object in hand. It looked like a spare bit of parchment, but considering where it had been found, that could mean it was something really impressive. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing for certain and so the aforementioned student decided it was time to consult the experts, waiting in line behind a group of seventh years with flashing 'Class of 2011' buttons in hand to talk to the great Weasely Twins.

The experts, however, were not cooperating.

“Well, I don’t know, George. We wouldn’t want to be responsible for any –mischief-, would we?”

“Too right, Fred. After all, I think we’ve –managed- to cause enough trouble what with the shop and all.”

“Aw, look at that ickle face though! A young troublemaker, looking to find their way…maybe a –hint- wouldn’t be out of the question.”

“I dunno…oy, squirt. Are you up to no good?”

The student did their best to look innocent, but seeing as how this was the great Fred and George, imagined the farce would not last long. A reluctant nod in the affirmative brought on a grin from the twins, who spoke in unison.

“Excellent!”

George dropped his voice to a whisper. “Do you solemnly swear it?”

The student nodded eagerly, sure that any moment that clue would be theirs, but Fred just delivered a healthy clap to the shoulder and they both walked away, grinning.