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.the family nott (a funeral march in eight)
synopsis: a look into the history of theodore nott and his tumultuous relationship with his father and the devastating loss of his mother.
word count: uncharacteristically high, 3.3k
warnings: descriptions of violence, torture, death eater things, death.
Cantankerous Nott IV had not only been a handsome man in his youth, but an especially ambitious one. And although his beauty had wilted away as it so often did on a visage as cold as his, the ambition remained.
His courting of Bedelia Delacour had meant to be a frivolity, a way to amuse himself during the unbearable stretch of time in which he'd been building his campaign for Minister for Magic. She'd only meant to be a way to alleviate his tension, and to look pretty while doing so.
She had garnered a fair share of fame herself before catching the eye of a man as elusive as Cantankerous. Fresh out of the gilded marble cage of Beauxbatons, Bedelia had come to London in pursuit of her dream of being a famed actress in the Wizarding World, and her big break came when she embodied the role of Helga Hufflepuff in Aphelion, a play detailing the forbidden and, until recently, forgotten romance between Godric Gryffindor and Catalonia Slytherin. A breakout performer, Bedelia Delacour became a household name overnight and landed herself on the cover of Witch Weekly within the month. And above all else, she was favoured by Rita Skeeter.
Cantankerous Nott had already been a considerably older when he set his sights on Bedelia, but, as easily as a flower petal in torrential waters, she was swept away by ice chip eyes that seemed to warm for only her, and a sly smile that set her soul alight.
Being a relation to the Veela born, Bedelia had almost always been overlooked by suitors in favour of her more enchanting cousin. She had no Veela blood of her own, and although she had been beautiful, eyes would turn to glass as they passed over her.
But not Cantankerous. His notions for blood purity extended to even that of Veela, and to him, Bedelia far exceeded the beauty of Apolline Delacour, who had been stated to be the Jewel of Pyrenees.
Theodore had been, for lack of better words, an accident; an unintention, a misfortune.
Bedelia had only just reached the height of her stardom, and Cantankerous had been preparing to run for Minister one last time after his loss against Harold Minchum. It had looked promising, as Millicent Bagnold was relatively unknown, and had been said to be particularly flighty with her resolve.
To save face, Cantankerous insisted Bedelia step away from the stage. And Bedelia – young, scared, and malleable under a touch as iron as Cantankerous' – complied. It broke her heart to do it, and as quickly as she had shone, Bedelia Delacour's light died.
The first words spoken about the ordeal were by Rita Skeeter, who, although had been friends with Bedelia, knew that a story like this would cement her name as Queen of the Quills.
Skeeter had grown hardened and embittered by the disregard shown by her peers. Had she not been such an academically driven mind, had not such a way with words of intricately woven prose, Rita was certain she would've been a Slytherin.
She'd wanted to do good before. She'd wanted to make a difference, be on the front lines of this blood soaked war, wanted to tell stories that mattered. And had The Daily Prophet not been so eager to distract the masses from the horrors that waged right outside their windows, perhaps she would've been.
But they wanted distractions, and so the Queen of Quills was born: the gossip monger, the lyrical liar that was Rita Skeeter. And if she wasn't to be famed, she was sure as hell going to be notorious. She'd make her difference.
She'd been kind – as kind as she could be – to Bedelia in the article. To Cantankerous, she'd vilified him to filth. There were many people Cantankerous would come to blame for his third political defeat in the century – the thought of it being a fault of his own being unfathomable to him – but none quite so much as Rita Skeeter.
The scandal was the talk of the Wizarding World for weeks. They'd been right, The Daily Prophet: the people needed distractions, and they clung to this one like fang in flesh.
The politician, the young actress. Their names stuck to everyone's tongues more than protection spells.
The proposal had been more of a business transaction than anything else. They knew that the only way to protect their names, their families, their disintegrating reputations, was by holding it together with a band of bejeweled metal and some uttered vows of devotion. It seemed almost easy.
When the announcement was made – very publicly – the story changed. It became a secret love, a hidden romance. The novelty of scandal had worn off and Cantankerous and Bedelia faded from the public's mind once more, now nothing but an afterthought. New scandal came to replace the hole they left behind quickly enough: the Rosier and Sallow union, a prophecy foretelling the fall of the Dark Lord made by the descendant of famed oracle, Cassandra Trelawney. The anniversary of the death of Isaiah Moody, dredging ill-kept secrets to light with the flick of Rita Skeeter's quill.
There was very little doubt that Cantankerous Nott truly loved Bedelia Delacour in his own twisted way. But there was absolutely no doubt that he didn't also resent her and his son with every fiber of his being for having stolen his last chance of glory from him.
No one was certain how Bedelia felt about Cantankerous towards the end. She had been in the profession of pretense, after all, and, following her passing, although the general perception had been nothing but a loving and doting wife, the staff of the Nott household would tell of a different story.
Not only did Bedelia and Cantankerous keep to separate rooms, but to entirely different wings of Nott Manor. Every waking moment was spent with Theodore, whom she loved above all else.
It was not lost on Cantankerous, the way she would stiffen, hand twitching towards her wand when he would come too close to their son. The way her jaw would clench, her eyes darting to his exposed forearm and that disgusting, writhing stain of the Dark Mark.
It was the loathing that cracked his stone heart, however. When he would come home late, not with lipstick on his collar, but with blood spattering his skin and the adrenalised sneer of a battle won – and another Order member dead; it was the reproach on her tongue.
The most words she'd spoken to him in over a year, and they were sheer venom. Monster, murderer.
He hated that he craved her, craved to hear her voice, feel her touch; even if they were snarling, were clawing at him, hoping to make him hurt.
Many things could be said about Cantankerous, but he would never harm his wife, nor his child. No, a hand would not be laid upon them. Lessons were learned through an uttered curse and the piercing screams of the household staff. And although her voice and touch were desired, no matter how abhorrent, he was still a prideful man.
So prideful, in fact, that it was speculated that the death of Bedelia Nott was a direct result of the wounding of that pride.
She'd tried to leave him once, and never survived to try it again.
The war had been long over by then. Bedelia had withdrawn from Cantankerous entirely; no longer did she have any condemnations to lash him with or will to fight him. He was a ghost to her every bit as she was a ghost of herself.
For Theodore's sake, they sat together for every meal. Conversation, however, was stilted – Cantankerous attempting to coax a response, any response, out of Bedelia, only to be met with a blank stare and silence.
Theodore had grown to be six by then. Bedelia had schooled him in both French and English, and had introduced him to art and culture, ballet, music, theater. Unfortunately, any bond he endeavoured to forge with his father was often disregarded in favour of another attempt to goad a reaction from Bedelia, and so the pair were nothing more than strangers.
It had been when Theodore became seven that Cantankerous realised the only way to Bedelia was through their son. She'd snapped at him – the first words he'd heard her say in six months as she refused to even voice herself to Theodore when in Cantankerous' presence – when he'd suggested Theodore be sent to Durmstrang, and Theo – so taken by the first sign of interest in him from a man called father in only blood and name – had almost agreed.
The Nott family were unlike many others of the old blood and money on the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Where the Malfoys and Mulcibers and such kept house elves in their employ, the Notts owned muggles. Loyal, obedient, shackled in an eternity of indenture to the family Nott.
Bedelia had awoken to the sounds of agony. It was a girl's screams, she had realised with a sigh of selfish relief. She didn't know what possessed her to check on Theodore, but a mother's instinct was seldom wrong, and impossible to ignore. To her horror, she found his bed cold.
Her heart had been in her throat as she approached Cantankerous' study, the blood roaring in her ears almost enough to drown out the sound of the pain-struck wails. Almost.
The girl stopped, and she heard a boy's sob. Her boy.
"Again," Cantankerous said, voice void of emotion, but brimming with command.
"Please," begged the child. He could barely make it through a word without stammering. "I don't want to do it again."
Something flashed in his father's eyes then, and his teeth bared in a snarl. "I said again."
The study doors fell to ash under Bedelia's wand as she stormed into the room with a fury paralleled only by the leveling of ancient empires.
She'd been no stranger to the cruelty Cantankerous could be known to administer, but what she saw made even her falter, halting her steps.
Cantankerous stood, scopic hands holding Theodore firm in his place. He stood, towering, glowering, menacing. Theo had shrunken into himself, eyes red, bloodshot. He shook uncontrollably, wracked with sobs and fear, trembling under his father's cold touch. In his little hand was Cantankerous' wand, shakily pointed at...
The girl couldn't have been much older than Theo himself. Bedelia recognized her vaguely; she was the daughter of one of the chefs in the kitchen.
"Maman," Theo choked out, tears falling profusely. "J'ai peur, maman."
I'm afraid.
And Bedelia could see why. The girl lay on the floor, pale, slicked in sweat. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, revealing only the whites – heavily marred by the ruptured, red blood vessels that snaked their way across them. She lay, twitching, gurgling on the blood of her torn vocal chords, her fingernails mutilated and bloody from clawing at the wooden floors. Her blood slowly filled the grooves as Bedelia watched, horrorstruck.
"Again."
Cantankerous had been speaking to Theodore when he said it, but his eyes were firmly on Bedelia.
"No," Theodore said. His rebellion was met with strong fingers digging into his shoulders, and his whimper of pain felt like a brand to Bedelia's heart.
Under his barbarous touch, Theo complied to his father's wishes as Bedelia found herself unable to move.
"Crucio," Theo whispered, and the night was alive once more with the sounds of agony, only this was no scream. The noise the young girl emitted was hard to describe, and even harder to hear.
They left that night. A well aimed stunning spell on the endless tormentor that was Cantankerous sounded almost too easy, but in all his years wed to Bedelia, Cantankerous never once thought she would ever raise her wand to him. Perhaps she wouldn't have before. For Theodore, however, she would; she did.
They took nothing with them when they disappeared into the night.
It took Cantankerous a month to find them.
The opals had sat on her dresser in their velvet case, awaiting her return. They watched her, almost in a mockery, when Corban Yaxley dragged her into her old room, the stagnant air riled by her agonised breath. They had belonged to Cantankerous' mother, and her mother before that. The necklace was not of a design that accommodated comfort, and the metal and stone never warmed no matter how long they sat upon flush skin. Bedelia had hated them, but she knew better than to make Cantankerous ask twice, especially now that young Theo was back under that accursed roof.
Her body had been found by Theodore.
When questioned by investigating authorities, Cantankerous played the part of griefstricken widow almost flawlessly. No one knew the cause of death; as the opals had been carefully removed from their lethal clutch around Bedelia's neck and been disposed of to be taken to a safe in Gringotts until the ordeal had blown over.
Speculation, under the deft quill of Rita Skeeter, detailed a secret affair and a vengeful lover, hexing the young Nott bride in the night for returning to her husband's side. Perhaps she'd fallen prey to a rare blood curse, as Bedelia was often known to be a delicate creature. Others who knew Cantankerous' true nature would say murder. And they wouldn't be wrong, although all anyone knew for certain was that it had been no accident, and there had been no mercy, for Bedelia Nott would be buried with a closed casket.
It had not been a part of Cantankerous' plan that the jewels would go missing, that the cursed necklace would land in the hands of Muggles. He had entrusted them to one of his staff on its secret voyage to Gringotts, along with several other priceless heirlooms to avoid suspicion. The conclusion that they got greedy, took a look, took something that wasn't theirs, was easy enough to draw up. But they had never returned and the Nott Opals had been lost.
It took nine years before Theodore Nott would lay his eyes upon the hexed jewels once more, surprisingly, in Hogsmeade.
He never forgot the look of them, never forgot the suspicion that there was more to them than decoration, that there was something odd about the fact they had not been on her body when it had been carted away to the morgue at St. Mungo's for further inspection. But the looming presence of his father – a glacial monolith with those storm swirled eyes – kept him quiet.
Cantankerous never had to confess for Theodore to know what he'd done. And that was the day Theodore Nott decided he hated his father.
It was the Hexing of Katie Bell that confirmed what Theodore already knew. He'd always known it was Cantankerous' doing, but he never really knew how; and when he saw her there, floating in the air, gracefully, her arms outstretched, as though she was about to fly, and the necklace, discarded, glinting in the snow, he knew. There was something wrong, something eerie... Katie Bell's hair had whipped at her as if by a fierce wind, but her eyes were closed and her face was quite empty of expression. Six feet above the ground, Katie had let out a terrible scream. The same torn scream of a young girl in anguish, a scream that tortured Theodore's every waking hour, scarred into his mind, still ringing in his ears. The same scream he'd heard from his mother, alerting him to her death.
And he knew. He knew that although Cantankerous Nott had survived wars and monstrous men, he would not survive the monster he'd made of Theodore.
It wasn't as if Theodore's hate of his father was unwarranted; far from it, for he had earned it with the blood of Bedelia, and later, with the blood of Althea.
And although he vowed to never visit his father in Azkaban after his arrest following his involvement in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, he did, just once. A confrontation, a moment of catharsis; though Theodore knew that all it would do would merely rip open Theodore's heart once more. His wounds had not healed, they never would. But he'd been almost okay. With Althea. And his father had taken that from him, too.
As a minor, he'd been staying with Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, and it was she who took him to see Cantankerous upon her visit to her husband. She'd appeared overjoyed, having believed Theo had finally worn down and conceded to her numerous attempts of reconciliation. He hadn't the heart to tell her he hadn't, for she'd been nothing but lovely to him.
Cantankerous' relief was short lived. Any fantastical notion that Theodore had changed his mind, decided to pay the hefty bail and whisper away the charges with a falsified alibi, dissipated.
Theodore was loathe to admit it, but although he wished he could be everything his mother was, it was his father he took after more. For when he spoke, with that soft, whispered calm, darkened by the tint of rage, he sounded like him. "I want you to tell me about these."
The opals he produced from his pocket did nothing to him; they wouldn't. The curse placed upon them could sniff out his lineage, and the deterrent to thievery saw no use in stopping his heart. If only it could discriminate between blood and name, too.
Cantankerous knew then, what Theodore had truly been asking of him. And the usually ever-so meticulous man unraveled. The Dementors had done their damage, and his son would be the killing blow. "Theodore, please-"
"Did you kill maman?"
There it was; the unspoken question given voice.
He needn't respond, for his face betrayed him. His jaw slackened, eyes darting to the cell beside him, cautious of eavesdroppers. But it was hard to hear quiet things in Azkaban; not with the pained howls and the roaring wind ripping through the echoing stone. He reached through rust-riddled bars, extending a hand to placate the subdued wrath of his son.
Theo jerked back as if his very touch was poison, lip curling in disgust. He pocketed the opals once more, tucking them out of sight of a waiting Narcissa, and the weight of them in his pocket wore more so on his heart. "Your trial is tomorrow," he stated, fixing his tie. "I'll see you before the Wizengamot."
And so he did.
Hollowed out eyes, gaunted face; Cantankerous was a shadow of himself as he sought out the familiar visage of his son. And there he was, sat in the front row.
As they listed Cantankerous' many sins and judged him for them, Theodore rose. A hush befell the crowd.
He approached the bench. And from his pocket, he produced the string of opals.
Draco Malfoy's breath hitched, his own attendance having been a show of support for his own father, who had been next in line for the court proceedings. He recognized that necklace. Harry Potter, who would pass by a photograph of them on the front page of The Daily Prophet would recognize them, too. He'd seen them, years ago, in Borgin & Burkes, behind a glass case that implored him to not touch, for it had been responsible for the deaths of nineteen Muggles to date.
"For the death of Bedelia Delacour." The name sounded foreign on the young Nott's tongue; he'd refused to say it for a decade. As he dropped the necklace with a heavy thud before Alastor Moody, he turned.
The last words Cantankerous would hear his son say, and they were the ones that would seal his fate.
The doors shutting behind Theodore Nott was a thundercrack, and Cantankerous Nott IV recieved the Dementor's Kiss a week later.
Theodore did not mourn. He'd mourned all his life for one parent, and the other was less than deserving.
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Althea: Healers Light (Prologue)
word count; 1033
pairings: marauders x oc, oc x oc
fw: this is an oc fic that was inspired by a humanities project and my love for the marauders. It does have plans to be long and drawn out, I prefer slow and well-deserved development, life doesn't always progress so quickly and I want that to be reflected in my writing. I haven't seriously written a fic since middle school and that was almost 7-8 years ago, I plan on seeing where this takes me as a side passion project.
Intro
Being an only child to world-renowned parents can be summed up in one word. Lonely.
The Flamel’s were highly well-known, but not much is known about them, which only heightens the population’s general intrigue. What was known is that Nicholas Flamel himself found the secret to immortality by experimenting with alchemy and his stone. He then shared his secret with his long-time love and wife, Perenelle. A truly lovely couple that never yearned nor wanted for anything other than each other. But as time went on and they continued to watch the world grow and age, they realized that they did want something more—a child.
They decided to have one child, and that child was me. Althea Flamel. They chose the name because it meant healing light, and for a while, enveloped in lonely darkness, they were yearning for something more. Upon deciding to have me, I became the wholesome, healing light in their lives. And once they had me, they returned to their normal life of wanting and yearning for nothing. For they finally had all they desired in life, they were complete.
But for me, as much as my loving parents gave me almost anything I could ever desire, they never wanted to have more than me. They also hid us away from most of society, so growing up was a different form of isolation and loneliness: no one my age, just wisened magical scientists by my side. But upon 11 years of age, I received a letter to attend a school for people like me, with people my age and I was elated. But my parents, on the other hand, were not.
It took some convincing from dad’s old friend Albus, the school’s headmaster, to allow me to attend. Strings pulled, emotions and opinions swayed, and I started my first year with all the hopes in the world. Now looking back, it was a foolish dream. Sure, I was finally surrounded by people my age, but they regarded me with nothing but scorn. Who knew having an illustrious background of my caliber would have caused most to just simply hate me. At least with my house members, they barely regarded or even acknowledged me; they did look at me like they wanted to know more as all Ravenclaws would, as is their natural curiosity, but it didn’t outweigh their general distrust of my being.
Why didn’t I tell my parents about my struggles? It was because I would prefer to be surrounded by people my age. Even if all that comes out of it is a general observation of relationships and developing none of my own, rather than being stuck in an unchanging house with no air to the outside world and its development.
If there is one thing, or rather, one person that would make me want to go back to my lone tower with my elderly parents, it would be Corvus. Corvus Nott. At first, I was generally intrigued by him, his background, and his beauty. This boy was a sculpture of the gods; you wouldn’t dare call him anything but beautiful with his raven black hair, olive skin, and green eyes. But between his elevated statuesque stature and his solid yet athletic build was a heart as black as his hair. In the eyes of everyone, Mr.Nott could do no wrong. Future heir to the House of Nott, a member of the sacred 28, which happened to be a group of the only completely pure-blooded families left in the wizarding world. There was also a general suspicion that his father Cantankerous Nott was the one who penned the book since there were supposedly a few families left out of the book that he disliked, even though they were just as pure as the rest. For years, Corvus seemed to keep an eye out for me, and me only. But keeping an eye out for me is not what you would call positive. Through and through, I could tell that he hated me; he hated me much more than anyone else in the school did. I knew why everyone did, but Corvus was especially pointed in his distaste. He is one who always gets what he wants, a pureblood and one of the richest at that; there is nothing out of range for him to achieve or gain. Except when it comes to me, see, Corvus and Cantankerous Nott firmly believe that I hold my parent’s secret to immortality. In their eyes, why would I not have that knowledge? I am their only descendant; it only makes sense. But what they don’t seem to understand is that my parents hid us away for a reason; they knew that people would want to steal their secret knowledge to immortality for themselves and would most definitely do something truly evil with it. Most of all, my parents did not want to give me what they would consider a burden. They wanted me to live a normal life. They wanted me to go to school, learn magic and gain boundless knowledge, grow up, start a family, and pass away in old age, as all people should.
The Nott’s could not fathom. I believe it was Corvus’s job to goad me into producing the knowledge; whatever way it could come about. As I said, Corvus was not used to not getting what he wanted, and things not going his way. The only thing he gained from me was his joy of making my life nothing short of hell; until I could potentially give them my family’s secret; (which once again, I don’t have) so they could pass it on to all the purebloods in the sacred 28. What better way to preserve pureblood wizardry than to be immortal? I was never going to be responsible for something so terrible, if I can continue to endure this pain and loneliness for three more years, all will be well. It will have all been worth it, and it will be over. I will finally be able to go into the adult world and start anew, maybe visit France, where my parents met. Perhaps I’ll start over there, and I can finally be free.
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the knights of walpurgis vs. dumbledore's first resistance in and the snakes start to sing
tom hughes as tom riddle | jude law as albus dumbledore
anya chalotra as dagrim patil | dev patel as rathin patil
finn cole as cantankerous nott iv | freida pinto as miraya patil (née varma)
cody fern as abraxas malfoy | tom hardy as isaiah moody
regé-jean page as ulysses mulciber | millie bobby brown as minerva mcgonagall
abbey lee kershaw as carmilla avery | margaret qualley as corinne scamander
jamie chung as serafine lestrange | charlie rowe as declan diggory
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i give u free reign to infodump ab all of the knights and the og army bc i am vv intrigued agjgssgsh
THERE IS SO MUCH HERE OMFG MORAL OF THIS STORY NEVER ASK ME TO INFO DUMP BECAUSE I WILL TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT—
I've separated it into sections:
The Knights of Walpurgis, and the motivations for their assigned sins.
Dumbledore's First Resistance, and the motivations for their assigned virtues.
The dynamics between the opposing contenders.
Given the sheer volume of information, I've included a cut. Please enjoy this manip that I am still very proud of.
THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS (later known as Death Eaters) Tom Riddle (Pride)
Pride and arrogance were very large contributing factors to Tom Riddle's downfall in the end, and honestly, the whole idea for the gifset came from Florence + The Machines' Seven Devils playing while casually thinking of Dagrim and Tom, and then about how perfectly Tom would fit as Lucifer.
Dagrim Patil (Avarice)
When questioned about what she wants, and what Riddle promised her in exchange for her unwavering loyalty, her response is, quite simply: everything. Dagrim grew up starved not for affection, but recognition. And what she was denied in childhood, she would take in adulthood by force. Her philosophy is that if something is worth wanting, it is worth taking.
Cantankerous Nott IV (Lust)
We know so little about Theodore Nott's father from the source material, other than he was elderly, and he raised Theo himself. And that he was a Death Eater, of course. His name is an ode to his ancestor, the Cantankerous Nott who created the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood directory. I assigned him "lust" purely for the events leading to the conception of his son (sis, it gets messy).
Abraxas Malfoy (Envy)
Abraxas Malfoy envied Tom Riddle to the point of a half attempted mutiny. He was quickly put in his place, his co-conspirators made examples of, and spared only for his close friendship with Dagrim, who pleaded for his life. Riddle, who trusted Dagrim to a fault for all she'd done to earn it, conceded. Abraxas would later prove himself to Riddle again, regaining his seat among Riddle's favoured generals. He was the one who taught Lucius to never disobey the Dark Lord, and he was not a kind teacher.
Ulysses Mulciber (Gluttony)
Indulgence and excess, spoiled rotten and filthy rich. The Mulcibers were the richest of the Sacred at one point in their lives, rivalled only by the Malfoys. Ulysses never knew the meaning of "enough," and was a glutton not only in all manners of vice, but also for cruelty, dealing it out carelessly with little to no regard for the repercussions he was well protected from by his noble standing and wealth. He was one of Riddle's greatest allies and sponsors, and instrumental in his rise to power.
Carmilla Avery (Wrath)
Carmilla was in the year above Riddle, and was quick to anger and slow to calm. Her temper was legendary, and even her younger brothers – also admitted into the Death Eater ranks – feared her. She had an untempered fury, a rage at the world for no reason at all. She developed an unhealthy codependency with Abraxas Malfoy, who served to have a soothing presence over her. People seldom survive crossing her, as her reputation dictates.
Serafine Lestrange (Sloth)
Serafine is not lazy (as the sin "sloth" would suggest), she just lacks the motivations to pursue the goals that are expected of her. A particularly bright witch, and a wealthy one too, she never applied herself at school for she didn't see the need. Instead, she fell into a fascination of the Dark Arts, where she met Riddle, perusing the Restricted Section. She is rather discontented with life, disillusioned from already such a young age. She initially joins Riddle's gang for the excitement of it all.
DUMBLEDORE'S FIRST RESISTANCE (later known as the Order of the Phoenix in its official conception in 1970)
Albus Dumbledore (Patience)
Name a man more patient than Dumbledore, I'll wait. Better yet, he'll wait, because he's patient as hell. So patient, in fact, he waited until after Harry's supposed death to come to him as a hallucination and tell him about how he was a Horcrux.
Rathin Patil (Temperance)
Temperance is abstinence, and I wanted to explore the kind of toll having his sister so far gone into the dark would have on any man, let alone one who really cared for her and wanted to do right by her. Rathin is not a perfect man, he is still fallible, and unfortunately, he develops a dependent comfort in inebriation when Dagrim disappears with Riddle. He pulls himself back together, especially when he becomes Isaiah Moody's partner at the Ministry, and he begins to pursue Miraya.
Miraya Varma (Diligence)
Methodical and persistent, Miraya Varma earned herself a position at the Ministry immediately out of Hogwarts where she would later go on to form her own task force within the Ministry specifically designed for the interrogation and recommended sentencing of dark wizards and witches. She has been known to put her duty first, up until the birth of her son, Divyansh Patil, father to Padma and Parvati.
Isaiah Moody (Humility)
For a very long time, people seldom knew the Moody name, and that was the way Isaiah liked it. He believed that his line of work would endanger his loved ones (in spite of his wife being in the same profession) and so he never took credit for the numerous arrests he made. It was Isaiah who suspected something was strange about Morfin Gaunt's arrest while investigating the Riddle Massacre, and consulted Dumbledore about it. Once his identity was discovered and he was viewed as a threat by Riddle, an attack was made on his heavily pregnant wife, jeopardizing her and his unborn boy's (Alastor) life.
Minerva McGonagall (Chastity)
Mini Minnie is seventeen, my dudes. But not only that, Minerva grew up with a religious father (he was canonically a reverend), who probably taught her his values. Also given the fact that Minerva was the first of the younger generation to participate and involve herself in the war (she sought out Dumbledore and enlisted herself into his Resistance, fearing her family would be made into another statistic if she didn't at least do something to intervene), she really didn't have much time to think about something as arbitrary as the concept of virginity. Also, it's the 1950s.
Corinne Scamander (Kindness)
Corrine is honestly the greatest. She has all of the tenacity of Tina, and the best qualities of Newt. It was Dumbledore's previous bond with Newt that encouraged him to recruit her, and she willingly accepted, because of course she would. She'd always been the soft spoken girl with a tender touch and a love for life, and she was often the advocate for hope in the resistance. She was adept in a few healing charms she'd learned from her father, and was something of a specialist in magical beings, proving herself to be highly valuable while Riddle was expanding his ranks with all manner of dark creatures.
Declan Diggory (Charity)
Sacrifice is in the Diggory blood, and Cedric's grandfather, Declan, was not the first to prove it. He also, unfortunately, wasn't the last, but he sure was one of the best. Selfless to a fault, Declan would willingly get hypothermia if it meant someone else would have warmth. Diggory's contributions to the war effort consisted of offering sanctuary and shelter to muggleborns who received death threats, and orchestrating the evacuations of targeted muggle residences. He was the leader of a small faction of the resistance, including, but not limited to: Fleamont Potter, Enoch Longbottom, Wilhelm Shacklebolt, and Ramona McKinnon.
DYNAMICS (just the contenders for now because this is hella long)
Albus Dumbledore vs. Tom Riddle
Adversaries, a fair deal of mistrust and guilt from Dumbledore's side (upon reflection, he'd been the one to introduce Tom to the wizarding world; even though he knows that if Riddle had been left unchecked, the risk of him becoming an Obscurus would've resulted in catastrophe all the same). Riddle sees Dumbledore as nothing more than a foolish old man, a pest, and an obstacle to overcome at first, but learns to begrudgingly respect Dumbledore's strength and mastery of magic (after all, Riddle only knew him as the Transfiguration teacher before, and thought the accounts of Dumbledore's victory over Grindelwald had been exaggerated to great effect). Riddle's hubris was believing he could defeat Dumbledore on his own, thinking himself already stronger than Grindelwald ever hoped to be.
Rathin Patil vs. Dagrim Patil
Rathin had always been very protective of Dagrim, and loved her dearly, although his acts of affection were often misinterpreted as pity and condescension. This only served to push them further apart. When Dagrim turned to the Dark Arts and found solace in Riddle, it revolted Rathin, as he was hugely against the corruption the Dark Arts has on the performing witch or wizard, and wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. He still very much loves her, and it hurts him to fight her. Dagrim, on the other hand, finds catharsis in duelling her brother, believing it to be justice for the way her parents treated her and the little he did to dissuade them.
Miraya Varma vs. Cantankerous Nott
A mutual respect and an academic rivalry, Cantankerous and Miraya were not friends by any means, but not enemies, either. Cantankerous even went as far as to warn Miraya of an impending attack, allowing her to evacuate the building. But although he knows she's clever, he also knows that she's incredibly stubborn, and displayed little surprise to find her awaiting him in the now vacant building. They are equally matched, and their unique relationship spans several decades, even into Cantankerous' failed run at Minister for Magic, and Theodore and the Patil twins' time at Hogwarts. She was present at his trial following the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, and watched as he was sentenced to life in Azkaban for his crimes as a Death Eater.
Isaiah Moody vs. Abraxas Malfoy
Given his profession, Isaiah has a lot of enemies on the Sacred Twenty-Eight who are loyal to the Dark Lord. One such enemy is Abraxas Malfoy. When Tom gets word of Moody's involvement in solving the Riddle Massacre, he sends Malfoy and a newer Death Eater, Evangeline Rosier, to hinder the investigation. Abraxas and Evangeline were responsible for the attack on Isaiah's heavily pregnant wife, who, if she hadn't been an Auror herself, would've never survived. Alastor Moody was prematurely born at St. Mungo's following the attack, and all of Isaiah's efforts were turned on exacting vengeance on those responsible. Malfoy went into hiding, but Isaiah, ruthless, managed to hunt down Rosier. She died under questioning, setting in motion a vicious cycle of vengeance between the Moodys and Rosiers. Once Isaiah had been killed by Evangeline's brother (Evan [who was named after her] Rosier's father), Abraxas deemed it safe to rejoin society.
Minerva McGonagall vs. Ulysses Mulciber
On the list of things Ulysses loathes, he would put half-bloods above muggleborns (although he turns a blind eye to his Dark Lord's blood status when it conveniences him). Half-bloods only serve as a reminder of the lowest and weakest of his kind; the unworthy muggleborns, the lecherous blood traitors, the vermin muggles. Mulciber prides himself as something of a "purifier," and finds great enjoyment in pruning family trees that have been poisoned by muggle blood into purity once more. He takes a great interest in Minerva McGonagall, given that she is an incredibly powerful witch at such a young age, and he wonders how glorious she would've been had she been a pureblood (a twisted and untrue belief among the Sacred Twenty-Eight during that time). Minerva, the threat of Mulciber weighing heavily on her, places her family under Dumbledore's protection. She vows to stop Mulciber and his perverse idea of justice.
Corinne Scamander vs. Carmilla Avery
It didn't take much to enrage Carmilla Avery, and Corinne had been caught in the tempest Carmilla's fury since the day they'd met. Carmilla, who took great pleasure in picking on people she deemed lesser, made a target out of Corinne, perceiving her kindness for weakness. During their time at Hogwarts, Corinne had gained the attention of Avery for being a blood traitor and a muggle sympathizer, which only strengthened Carmilla's vindication. Corinne, who had been friends with Rubeus Hagrid prior to his expulsion, and who had almost fallen prey to the basilisk when she had heard Myrtle Warren's cries from the bathroom, never lowered herself to Carmilla's level nor did she rise to any of the challenges. This hurt Avery's ego, as she thought this was Corinne's way of claiming herself better than her. It wasn't until after Hogwarts that Carmilla's growing resentment came to a head, and, without the protection the school offered Corinne, Carmilla was looking to finally put an end to the blood traitor line of Scamander.
Declan Diggory vs. Serafine Lestrange
Declan and Serafine were childhood friends who drifted apart during their time at Hogwarts, particularly when she fell in with Riddle's crowd. She is viewed by Dumbledore as having the power to sway the entire outcome of the war, for if Serafine could be persuaded into leaving Riddle, her cousins (one of whom is the father of Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange) would surely comply, and the families who held the Lestranges in high regard would be inclined to follow. This makes Declan and Serafine key pieces in Dumbledore's game of strategy. However, Serafine was disowned long before she defected from the Death Eaters, leaving the Lestranges firmly in Riddle's grasp. Although Serafine claimed to feel nothing for Diggory, she still refused to deal any real harm to him when they duel, in spite of having ample opportunity to do so; something which Riddle picked up on. She was later forced to torture Declan in front of him to prove her loyalty to the Dark Lord, something which Declan permitted her to do, knowing she had very little choice in the matter. He was left for dead, but Serafine would later secretly return with Corinne to get him medical attention. She gives her son, Francis, "Declan" as a middle name.
#rip to everyone who read this until the end#fic: and the snakes start to sing#fic: atssts#knights of walpurgis#death eaters#order of the phoenix#tom riddle#voldemort#albus dumbledore#oc: dagrim patil#oc: rathin patil#oc: cantankerous nott#oc: miraya varma#abraxas malfoy#oc: isaiah moody#oc: ulysses mulciber#minerva mcgonagall#oc: carmilla avery#oc: corinne scamander#oc: serafine lestrange#oc: declan diggory
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KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS.
CANTANKEROUS NOTT IV.
love interest(s): Bedelia Delacour.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Finn Cole, Ben Daniels.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
CARMILLA AVERY.
love interest(s): Abraxas Malfoy.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Abbey Lee Kershaw.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
DAGRIM PATIL.
love interest(s): Tom Riddle.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Anya Chalotra.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
EKATERINA KARKAROFF.
love interest(s): Gaspard Rosier.
house: n/a, Durmstrang.
face claim: Jessica De Gouw, Liv Tyler.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
EVANGELINE ROSIER.
love interest(s): Gaspard Rosier (speculated, untrue), Ulysses Mulciber.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Margot Robbie.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
GASPARD ROSIER.
love interest(s): Evangeline Rosier (speculated, untrue), Ekaterina Karkaroff.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Antony Starr, Pierce Brosnan.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
SERAFINE LESTRANGE.
love interest(s): Robert McGonagall Jnr.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Jamie Chung.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
ULYSSES MULCIBER.
love interest(s): Evangeline Rosier.
house: Slytherin.
face claim: Regé-Jean Page.
fic: And The Snakes Start To Sing.
#decennia masterlist#oc: cantankerous nott#oc: carmilla avery#oc: dagrim patil#oc: ekaterina karkaroff#oc: ekaterina rosier#oc: evangeline rosier#oc: gaspard rosier#oc: serafine lestrange#oc: ulysses mulciber#fic: and the snakes start to sing#fic: atssts#harry potter oc#era: riddle
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THE FAMILY NOTT
finn cole & ben daniels as cantankerous nott iv
léa seydoux as bedelia nott †
thomas doherty as theodore nott
#sacred 28#nott family#ocappreciation#allaboutocs#fyeahharrypotterocs#oc: cantankerous nott#oc: bedelia nott#fic: and the snakes start to sing#fic: atssts#fic: lacrimosa#fic: a funeral march in eight#fic: afmie#era: riddle#era: marauders#era: golden trio#theodore nott#daily hp shitposts#hp tw#omfg y'all don't KNOW the type of shit i have planned for the nott family#like it's fucking insane#let's just say that some cursed opals (featured heavily in half-blood prince) get a backstory and a whole da#mn character arc#my poor bby theo#also lea and tom have the same facial structure i-?
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