Title: aged CHAOS
sophie - January 7, 2008 07:19 PM (GMT)
OCTOBER 1986, UNITED KINGDOM
'Who is it this time?'
The words are spoken matter-of-factly, but the woman cannot hide the quiver in her voice. Pushing her auburn hair out of her face, she looks at the headline, green eyes scanning the article quickly.
'Bode,' James replies, spooning sugar into his tea. 'It's always the new recruits these days.' Boderick Bode had been recruited three years previously, but he was still a new recruit in this endless war. They'd thought it would be over before now, they'd thought the Order could solve everything, and look at the state of affairs now. Voldemort was controlling the ministry as well as the muggle government, had anyone in a high enough position disposed of or under his control. His supporters were endless - there was always someone else to take their place when the Order managed to kill one.
'They'll never touch Harry,' he says, wrapping his arms around Lily. 'I promise, I'll never let them hurt him.'
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The sky has taken on a permanent shade of gray and a thick fog seems to envelop the entire world. A gloom clings to the wizarding world that could only be explained by the looming figurehead of their apparent future: Lord Voldemort. It is a simple childhood nickname that brings forth terror in the hearts and minds of everyone with knowledge of his deeds. A murderer, a sadist, and by the way things are going, the wizarding world’s future king.
Death has become fickle, curious. People have become used to death. They are used to their neighbors going missing and their sad, private funerals. These things no longer seem like the far-off, unreal, ‘for other people’ ideas that they used to be. It has become a part of everyday life. But death is not something to be put off, to be shoved between headlines. In this city, this country, death has become almost trivial, but when it changes, when the tables turn… that is when things become difficult. It becomes something that is not laid out in clear black and white, as it should be. Death has become a person, a monster, and the rules no longer seem to apply.
There’s nowhere left to run, and certainly nowhere left to hide. Everyone is changing, and the world is growing anxious. Your neighbor could be your enemy. Your best friend, your wife. Nothing remains the same, and there is nothing for anyone to hold onto. The world is scared, scared for what has happened and scared for what is yet to come. No one can be certain of anything, anymore, not even the facets of death. What little hope once glimmered distantly in the future seems to have been wiped out by the ever-present fog that sickly clings to the world as a constant reminder of what uncertainties lay ahead.
Now, imagine this as your life for ten long years. Imagine a world where Severus Snape was never found to be spying when the Prophecy was made. Imagine a world where Voldemort never tried to kill Harry Potter, but instead waited to see whether the Neville or Harry posed more of a risk. Imagine a world where Voldemort was never defeated and the war raged on.
The world has nothing left to hope for, and their savior, the Order of the Phoenix, seems to be a lost cause. Enter the Chaos. Their name was chosen to be the direct opposite of the Order on purpose. Their main belief is The Order of the Phoenix are doing no one any good, that Dumbledore, the bumbling old fool, has had his day. They're taking things into their own hands and are willing to stop at nothing to stop the Death Eaters - even at the risk of becoming evil themselves. They think violence is the only way, that you need to fight fire with fire.
Imagine that the boy who lived never had any reason not to. Imagine a world where Voldemort could strike any day. Imagine a world of chaos.
an insidious intent
AGED CHAOS
AGED CHAOS