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- Albus Dumbledore
- Poppy Pomfrey (NPC)
- Samantha Eknoll
- Jesse Alden
- Desiree Trask
- Annie Fisher
- Owen Aakster
- Bren Maddox
- Calix Bradford
- Derek Brezlin
- Casey Meyrick

[Samantha Eknoll]

"Let me go! I can still help! I'm not hurt that bad! Taegan's still down there!!"

Samantha was practically dragged into the Hospital Wing by two seventh years. Some of the older students had rallied together to get as many students back to the castle as possible. Students were flooding into the security of the castle, but it was a fewer number than the amount of students that had gone to the village that morning.

Sam had been spending the day with Taegan like she normally did when the attack happened. In a matter of seconds, the usual bustling, peaceful village had turned into chaos. Students and Death Eaters were running everywhere as panicked and painful screams filled the air. Before she knew it, Taegan was no where to be seen. Sam tried frantically to find her friend but was pushed among the frightened students rushing back to the castle. She fell once and landed on her right arm wrong, breaking it. By the time she had broke away from the crowd, people were ushering students to the castle, taking the injured ones to the hospital wing. Where she was now.

Madame Pomfrey directed her to sit on the floor after seeing the extent of her injury. She was trying to keep the beds open for the critically injured students. Sam sighed heavily, holding her arm. The pain had just begun to really set in. She looked around the filling hospital wing and wondered if anyone would notice if she wasn't here....

[Owen Aakster]

Owen turned wide eyes towards the entrance of the wing. Such a ruckus, such a fussy girl, yelling about helping and Teagan and, oh, the noise.

He barely felt his lip lift a little, but when he did, he carefully smoothed it into its usual soft line. Teagan.. would be fine, Owen believed. Mudblood or no, she was a witch at Hogwarts, and that meant something. Though, against Death Eaters...

He shrugged. Death happened. He liked Teagan. She gave him things. But it was only death. It was natural. This noisy girl would learn to deal with it, if it happened. He didn't think it would, but you never knew.

The Slytherin glanced up, briefly, when someone paused in front of him- one of Madame Pomfrey's recruited aids?- and watched the student when they moved on. He was barely scratched, after all. He hadn't even been touched by a Death Eater. Shoved to the ground by the force of a nearby spell, yes- his knees still smarted, when he thought about it- and somehow earning a scrape or two on his right arm. He forgot how. That one was already bound. Madame Pomfry had decided that nonmagical means of healing were fine for students like him. He'd get treated magically if there were any supplies left after the more seriously hurt students.

Owen saw the sense in that. He didn't mind.

He wondered if anyone he liked had gotten killed.

[Bren Maddox]

"Let go of me!"

Bren wrenched his arm away from the large Hufflepuff boy who had been dragging him along since they'd gotten through the gate. It had been absurdly easy for the huge lump of a boy to drag him castlewards; as the Death Eaters launched their initial attack, that idiot MacNair had drawn the attention of a fourth-year Gryffindor who hadn't known Bren was standing behind the Death Eater. MacNair had ducked out of the way, and Bren now found it quite difficult to walk, as he'd become victim of a Knee-Reversal jinx.

Of all the curses in the world, he had to get the one that made him walk like a bloody flamingo. If he'd just been allowed to stop for a moment he might've been able to reverse the jinx himself, but of course, the Hufflepuff had dragged him along like a dog on a lead for three floors.

Snarling, Bren sat down and went about reversing the jinx. The faster he could get that done, the faster he could get back down to the site of the attack, and to Tabitha.

[Anne Fisher]

Annie was quickly ushered into the Hospital wing and told to take a seat along the wall. The beds were being saved for students who really needed them and she only had a sprained ankle and some bruising.

The attack had come out of nowhere. She was still not quite sure what had happened. One minute she had been going towards the Three Broomsticks to get a hot mug of Butterbeer and sit and read more of her book, and the next was pandemonium. Annie had stood frozen in fear. It wasn't until a seventh year Ravenclaw grabbed her that she move from her position. She was amazed that she didn't get hit with any spell. As she ran to the castle, she tripped over a rock and twisted her ankle.

Annie really didn't think she needed to be here. There were many more that really needed to be here. The hospital staff needed to attend to them first. She took a seat next to an older looking Slytherin boy who had a knee-reversal jinx cast on him. She sat there in stunned silence, unable to think of anything to say. How many people were seriously injured? The Ravenclaw didn't want to think about it. She clutched her book to her chest and tried to hold back the tears that were burning on the sides of her eyes.

[Jesse Alden]

“You little dog I’ll show you pain!” That curse missed, so did the next. “Mangy, filthy half-blood!” The Death Eater had yelled some insulting things about his sister Beth, so he knew if anything hit him it would be ugly. It was: blood poured from his eyes when the third curse hit, obscuring his vision. He was rendered unable to see, no matter how hard he wiped at his bleeding eyes. Stumbling around, he had gored his left leg on something. Then he had passed out from excessive loss of blood. So much for bravery. Although, something had to be said for at least trying to hold up the Death Eaters so the others could get away. It wasn’t as though he planned on being spotted.

He was currently lying on a hospital bed with only a vague idea how he got back to Hogwarts. There had been a girl involved, but he blacked out before asking her name. Mostly he’d been freaked out about not being able to see. So far this had been the worst of his hospital experiences. Not only were his eyes bandaged, he was unable to move from bed. He could hear other students:somebody was screaming, somebody was softly crying, and a third student was muttering curses under their breath. But he couldn't see them. Topping it off was the fact that Madam Pomfrey made him take a particularly foul tasting medicine. “J.J.” He said to a shadow beside him. “Tell…her…I’m…here.” He paused for breath, “She’s….a…a Raven…” A swamping wave of pain hit him and he was unable to say more, although Madame Pomfrey was currently telling him to quiet down. He then slipped back into unconsciousness.

[Desiree Trask]

"Death Eaters! Get the students back to the castle!"


This was all Desiree had really heard before the chaos ensued. One minute she was packed into The Three Broomsticks with a few of her friends to get a drink, and the next, it seemed every living soul in Hogsmeade was in sheer panic. She wasn't sure if she'd been pulled, pushed, or moved on her own accord in the immense surge of people that erupted to get out and get away. Before she had really had time to register that there was danger upon them, great streaks of light, crashes and bangs were emitting from every direction. It was unclear, if it was the stray curse that suddenly hit her, or a terrified fellow student that had knocked her down, though neither possible cause mattered when the effects of the curse caused Desiree to be immediately and violently ill. Momentarily incapacitated, Desiree was helpless to shield herself or struggle back up to her feet when numerous terror-stricken people, who were either too frenzied or too compressed in the fleeing crowd to avoid her, effectively trampled her. She had never suffered a broken bone before, but who could mistake the profound cracks that sounded within and outside her body, and the agonizing sensations that followed, when the trampling led to the snapping of several ribs? Had she screamed in pain, or merely convulsed helplessly under the effects of the curse while curling in on herself in a desperate attempt to shield her body? Neither would have been noticed.


As fortune had it, a fellow student had come upon Desiree and pulled her, cooperatively or not, to her feet. She could not recall much more after that- only that they had somehow made it back to the castle. Yet, strangely, she still felt as if she were in the midst of a screaming, panic-stricken crowd of people. The curse, whatever it had been, was unyielding, though by the time Desiree was being hauled up the flights of stairs in Hogwarts, was no longer too much of a concern for making a mess. She was already dry heaving at this point, which was made all the more amazingly agonizing by her broken ribs. Upon reaching the Hospital Wing, she offered no resistance when she was hurried to one of the empty beds to lie down. Being still, however, was impossible, and not really her fault. She was still caught in fits of retching that were followed by gasps and whimpers of pain. And, despite that it had always been a comfort to hear, no matter what ailment Desiree had ever been in the Hospital Wing for before, Madame Pomfrey's voice did not come as the slightest of a comfort while she tried to work out how to reverse the curse.

[Calix Bradford]

Calix knew it had been coming, and he still managed to get in the way. His father had let it slip to him last time he spoke to him, it had been the last time they were summoned by the Dark Lord. He remembered the conversation well, even if it now brought painful memories back.

"You idiot boy! Of course the Dark Lord knows you're still at Hogwarts. What do you think he is? A Mudblood?

Calix watched as his father paced in front of him. The other hooded members had left, or gone to the task set before them, but his father remained, staring at him as if he were nothing.

He'd ceased to be scared of his father, both mentally and physically. He was taller, and had at least twenty pounds on him. When it came to magic, he knew he was just as good as his father. After all, he to had been accepted into the folds of the Death Eaters.

Staring back at him, anger filling his eyes, he gripped his wand almost painfully as he spoke. "No, father, I know what the Dark Lord is. All I meant was, does he want my help? I can get in and out of the fray without being noticed."

His father stared back, disbelief clouding his eyes. "You will do no such thing. This task has fallen to me and others, you are not involved."

He opened his mouth to retort, but his father cast a silencing spell on him. He was speaking but no sound made it out of his open mouth.

"You can come to Hogsmeade, but stay out of the way. That's the end."

Moving with the crowd up to the third floor, he winced as someone shoved against him. He didn't know how it happened, one second he'd seen an exposed face of a death eater, a prominent ministry figure and he cursed the offender fighting his brother under the Dark Lord, the next he was tackled to the ground by another Death Eater, his left arm twisting painfully the wrong direction under him as he fell.

A husky voice filled his ear with an angry whisper, "This isn't your fight boy. Go back to the school with the rest, pretend you knew nothing."

He'd done as he was told, grabbing a few of the smaller Slytherins, ignoring the rest, as he made his way back to the school. His concern now was not that his cover was blown, but his mind landed on Isolde. She didn't know what he was, nor had he any intention of telling her so early on in their betrothal, he was concerned for her safety. He didn't know if she was in the village at the time, or if she was injured. Letting go of the girl he was carrying with his right arm, he watched her walk to a chair and sit down with some other Slytherins.

Looking around the room all he saw was the chaos that the attacked was aiming for. He saw some people he knew, nodding to them. The person he was searching for though, he could not see. He wasn't sure to be worried or relieved at the fact she wasn't here, as the fight was still going on as he was leaving the village.

Deciding it was best to calm down, he took a seat that was as far away from anyone as he could, supporting his injured wrist and shoulder. Covering his eyes with his uninjured hand he rested his head against the wall, hoping that Isolde wasn't among those seriously injured, or worse.

~edit. So Calix can go back to the village to look for someone.

Calix sat for several minutes before anyone started speaking to him. He didn't recognize the person standing before him. The pale greens robes he was wearing bore the St. Mungos' crest, and he held his wand at the ready.

"Kid, are you okay?" Calix took offense at being called 'kid', but shook it off. In the moments of silence he'd just had, he'd decided to somehow get back to the village and look for Isolde.

Standing up, cradling his left arm with his right, he spoke very fast, the calm he decided on leaving him. "I'm fine, it's just my shoulder. I don't know what's wrong with it. I fell on it wrong." He was hesitant about adding his wrist. Berining it into play would risk exposing his forearm, and the Dark Lord's mark that branded him. He decided against it.

"Okay, just take your robes off and open your shirt, so I can get a look at your shoulder." Calix did has he was told, removing the garments with his right hand. It was slow going as he took care not to move his shoulder anymore than he had too, but after a few minutes he had the buttons of his white shirt undone and his shoulder exposed.

As the medi-wizard looked at his bruised joint, he snuck a peak at it himself. It was already turning a nasty shade of purple, and he could tell it was swollen. "Okay, this might tingle a little bit."

When the wand was trained on him he had the sudden urge to curse the man and run from the room. Instead he stood still as the person helping him muttered some incantations. Tingling was a gross understatement. It felt as if something were crawling over his skin and through it into his muscles. As the sensation was subsiding he felt the pain recede with it.

"We won't worry about the bruise, if you don't like it Madam Pomfrey can fix it later." Calix nodded as he explained the bruise, while he gingerly rolled his shoulder, testing it. Shaking his head at, "Anything Else?" he took care to cradle his wrist as he left the wing, making room for the other injured that were making their way into the room.

He took off at a jog down the hallway and the staircases, discarding his robes as he went, and redoing the buttons. The whole castle was in udder pandemonium. Groups of students sat talking, or whispering amongst themselves as he passed.

Dashing down the last set of stairs he slipped passed one of the professors trying to keep students from leaving. The November wind was cold, but he didn't care as he quickened his pace to a run heading back toward the village.

He had to find Isolde.

[Owen Aakster]

My, such a fuss some people were making. Brought in for one reason or another, and all of them looking for a way out. Owen thought he saw the daughter of one of his father's friends lying about somewhere, but he didn't feel particularly sociable just now, so he let her alone. It looked like she wouldn't be too much company anyway, dry heaving and all that. Pity. If her face weren't all twisted up in pain, Owen might even have supposed she was attractive, as those things went, and attractive things needn't suffer.

Oh well.

Bored with watching the wounded and not-so-wounded mill about, the Aakster boy moved to a window- and his eyes went childishly large. Oh, this was interesting.

The Dark Mark burned itself into the sky, writhing with the wind and clouds and turning whatever was around it a sickly color. He hadn't thought things would get this bold, not yet..

A smile curved the ends of Owen's mouth, just slightly, at the sight. Well. Things were getting very intriguing.

Glancing at his surroundings, he smiled again, though this time it was less... whatever the last one was, and more to type for the 6th year boy. He left the Hospital wing on cat's feet, joining the other students who felt the need to leave.

He wanted to look around a bit.

[Carleigh Wolfe]

It was a bedraggled group of Hogwarts students that made their way across the Quidditch fields. Since the prefect and teacher had remained inside the Three Broomsticks, Carleigh felt that the responsibility had landed on her to ensure the return of as many students as possible to the castle. Some of the less harmed students were running ahead, but she stayed near the back with those who were having difficulty moving so quickly. Upon reaching the fields, the majority of the students slowed. Carleigh looked around, her own minor wound forgotten, making a mental note of the ones who would surely require a visit to the Hospital Wing.

In the foyer of the castle, Carleigh rounded up those students on her mental checklist and walked with them in the direction of the Hospital Wing. She was shocked upon entering the room, as she had suspected the area to be over-crowded, but not with this many people! Madame Pomfrey looked up at the entrants, face damp with perspiration and fraught with concern over the many students currently under her care. Quickly assessing that the students who had just entered had only minor injuries, she told them, "Sit somewhere, wherever you can find a place. Someone will be able to help you soon."

Carleigh motioned the students to an empty space on the floor, out of the way of the mediwitch and her aides. It was at that moment she was reminded of her own injury, as her elbow throbbed in syncopation with her heartbeat.

[Derek Brezlin]

Derek could hardly believe his eyes. Good thing he got out when he did, all the students flooding in the castle in pain and the like was to horrible to imagine. Luckily, Derek had made it out of the choas that had been hogsmeade safe and other wise unharmed. He thanked God for it too.

Derek entered the hospital wing. Boy, was it ever crowded, even more crowded than he had ever seen it in his years here. Not that he was even sure as to WHY he was here. The only reason he had really come to the hospital wing is because he was told to. But Derek hadn;t any injuries, and when Madam Pomfrey sen him, and asked him what was the issue Derek simply shook his head. "The poor Dear Probably just shock then eh?" she asked him

Derek raised an eyebrow. "No ma'am I'm fit as a fiddle so to speak thanks."

"Alright then dear, then just stay out of the way." Said The nurse motioning Derek out of the way of the many, many.. Oh so many people.

Putting his hands in is pockets he walked over to a mostly empty space. He would just sit here and make sure some of his fellow housemates made it in alright.

[Desiree Trask]

It was, to Desiree's fortune, that reversing the curse that was causing her to vomit uncontrollably, or for a while now, only retch, had not taken very long. With the curse lifted, she had sagged back against her bed with a somewhat tortured expression, handfuls of the coverings bunched up under either hand that bore down against the surface. Her chest and sides were in utter agony over all of the strain that the heaving had caused her broken ribs, but it seemed far less excruciating as soon as her innards were no longer convulsing.

With the matter of the curse put aside, Pomfrey had supplied one of her aids with a bone mending potion to assist Desiree in taking, for this was no simple fix by way of Episkey, before she was off again to attend to other injuries. And oh, they were coming in by the numbers. At some moments it was hard to tell if more people were coming or going, the amount of people seemed to blend into one constantly moving mass.

As profoundly unpleasant as it was, Desiree reluctantly downed the potion one small sip at a time, with help. It felt as if her stomach had made its best attempt to escape her body the same way everything inside it had beforehand, and trying to drink anything was almost like taunting the fits of vomiting to return- but, she held it down. One more retch and she'd rather die.

[Adele Chantrea]

Adele had been lifted off the ground and was placed on something else. (She would later find out it had been a stretcher conjured by Professor Sprout). It was a very strange feeling and it just added to the confusion that she was already experiencing. Well, whatever she was lying on now was more comfortable than the ground was.

Adele began to cough violently. Her insides burned as she coughed up a warm liquid. It tasted coppery as she tried to spit out as much of it as she could. Wait, was that blood? It looked oddly like the droplets coming out of the rest of her body. How was that possible? The screams seemed to be fading, or was the ringing getting louder? She couldn't tell.

There was a green cloud like formation in the sky that oddly looked like a snake and a skull. But that was just - wait a second. That was the Dark Mark. That meant death eaters were here. It was then that Adele began to grow extremely worried. What were death eaters doing at Hogsmeade? She slowly and painfully reached for her pocket where she had kept her wand only to find that it wasn't there. Panic filled her. Death eaters were attacking and she didn't have her wand. Did she drop it? What if - she tried to sit up but didn't get far at all. Her entire body ached with sharp pains that ran all though it. Adele was beginning to grow cold and her body shivered. Her breathing grew ragged and she struggled just to keep herself from being sick.

Adele vaguely recalled being led into the castle and to the hospital wing. She could only assume that it had been Madame Pomfrey that had assessed her injuries and begun to take care of her. Her vision had gone so blurry at that point that she could only see vague shapes of people. The last thing she remembered was that she had been given a potion before her eyelids finally closed and she drifted into unconsciousness.....

[Corren Cromwell]

Corren wasn't sure how, but he was now lying in the hospital wing, waiting to be taken care of properly. He no longer had any feeling in his hands or legs (mostly due to over exertion), and the gash in his chest which had been haphazardly fixed thanks to Isolde, was now starting to tear and bleed a bit. If would have been fine he thought, if he had just been able to stop moving and get some rest, whilst allowing his body to properly heal its self. However in the state of panic that had been driven into the hearts of so many innocent people, he had no choice but to move.

Corren was in short, exhasted. What with one of the unforgivable curses being used on him, severe frostbite in his hands, arms and legs, and the giant gash from his left shoulder blade down to the start of the left of his pelvis. Even with these injuries he had SOMEhow, managed to get himself here, to the student and healer packed Hospital Wing.

Corren didn;t think he had ever been happier to see this room in his life, and now, a sense of relief hit him. The Dark Mark burning in the sky could not be seen from his vantage point and for this he was glad.

Soon Madam Pomfrey was at his side. "Heavens!" She said, quickly removing what was left of Correns robes and shirt. "We'll have you fixed up in no time at all dear. Mr. Cleary please." she said beckoning to a near by healer who was no presently doing anything.

The man came over and took over for the Nurse, and she went off to tend to more people. "Alright kid, You'll be put right in a jiff." he said with a rather thick scottish accent. The man then started cleaning up Correns chest and the area surrounding the leangthy gash in his chest, and soon, it had been repaired.

"Unfortunatly you're going to be left with a scar but in a couple months you'll be in the green to get the scar removed if you like." He said to the half concious Corren, who nodded. But in truth, Corren had no intention of getting the scar removed, it was set as a reminder of his near death experiance.

The healer then somenced sorting out Correns frostbite and in the end he was made to take a rather bitter tasting potion, which he was assured was for a speedy recovery.

And now, Corren needed to sleep. The events of the day had definatly done a number on his entire body, and what he wanted most of all was a good long nap.

[Jesse Alden]

He awoke to the sounds of people all around him. Obviously he wasn’t in his dorm room, but he couldn’t see anything but white fabric. His condition had been somewhat improved by the medicine he’d taken: his eyes were only leaking small droplets of blood instead of fountains of it. The gash on his leg had been repaired, though the medicine applied was making his leg itch. He shut his eyes again and remembered where he was. He was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts and very lucky to not be in St. Mungo’s. Who cared, though. He was still lying in a bed, surrounded by people and none of them were talking to him.

He was immediately bored and thirsty. He’d never been this bored in his life. Or so thirsty. Or alone, because his twin sister still had not decided to show up. She probably wouldn’t be allowed in anyway, not being injured. The last thing J.J. said was, “I’m going upstairs to finish my homework. Have a good time in the village.” So she probably was still in the Ravenclaw common room immersed in a thick, falling-apart book of ancient magic: the kind she’d always found so engrossing and he found extremely boring. He was pretty sure J.J. had not gone to the village since she’d also shoved a small list in his hands, along with a few coins…

A girl gasped, “It’s the Dark Mark!” But, of course, Jesse couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see anything and the bandages had to stay on his eyes for the time being. That much he did remember. “Hey,” he said, although his voice was hoarse and talking was hard for him. “What’s going on?” He wanted somebody to talk to him, because he couldn’t see and it was about to drive him crazy.