Assemble the great pandemonium//Remus|Jackson

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[atrb=width,240] The air was frigid and foul and fell. Frigid with the bite of the winter winds, foul with the noxious fumes of ash, blood and smoke, and fell with the screams of tortured souls and howling wolves. William stalked the perimeter of Hogsmeade, alert to every scent and sound, not wanting to miss a moment, as if reveling in it. In truth, it was as punishment and penance for even being a part of this mad massacre. With every scream from the dying throat of an innocent, his body cringed, and his conscience raged at him internally, filling him with rage and self loathing. He was once again disgusted with the cause he had once stood in awe of, and chastised himself utterly for being so blind. This pent up anger made him a bomb in a birdcage; easily triggered to blow and cause damage to a small radius. Will had already floored several Ministry wizards, perhaps a little more forcefully than needed, but hid them from the line of fire. This would probably be all over by the time they came around. He loathed the Ministry, but did not wish this sort of death upon them. This was fit for beasts, not humans. At the thought of beasts, he spun around to survey the perimeter behind his for Fenrir. The werewolf had been ordered by Voldemort to imbibe Wolfsbane potion and keep his humanity for this siege. ‘If humanity is what ya’d call it,’ Will thought darkly to himself. He was grateful nonetheless, as he didn’t fancy sharing patrol duty with an even more vicious and wild than usual Fenrir. The werewolf’s anger was on a hair trigger, as well, for being commanded to take the potion, so Will kept his distance and his silence. He wouldn’t put it past the bastard to mess with him for sport. The restraint it took to not burst into Hogsmeade and join his brethren in this bloody free for all must have been immense. It sickened Will to think he would enjoy it utterly, however, whereas the poor beasts rampaging through the village were merely mindless humans, changed under the silver moon, and herded into the village like cattle. Cattle with teeth and claws and a taste for flesh, mind you. Thankfully, no civilians had run in his direction as yet. It was bad enough he wasn’t killing Ministry cloaks on sight. He did not want to be faced with the moral dilemma of letting terrified civilians run free, or turn them back as was directive. That would surely not go unnoticed, and he would suffer for such defiance. The air seemed heavy with the chaos and horror of the night, and struggle it pass through Will’s mask to replenish his lungs, thus he turned his face upwards toward the wind, breathing deeply, the dull roar and constant booming of the battle assailing his ears from behind. He thought of everything and nothing, and ached for his part in this circus act to be over. ‘Yer not getting of that easy, though, eh?’ As if in cruel response to his wish, there appeared a lone werewolf charging down the hill from the general direction of Hogwarts castle. Will frowned beneath his mask, trying to process this anomaly. Surely this wasn’t one of their wolves. They were all accounted for, confined to the village by barrier charms. A jolt of realization seized his heart and sent it reeling in his chest, as he spun around and ran back to the end of his patrol line, searching for that accursed beast of an ally. Fenrir was nowhere to be found. Will let loose a slew of swears, both English and Gaelic, all in malediction of the werewolf. The Dark Lord would be irate if they let this oppurtunity slip from their grasp. Where was that bastard beast? Probably given into his primordial cravings and joined in the 'feast.' Seconds were slipping by, and the newcomer was practically at the village gate. If he went too far in, he'd be lost among the others, and Will would have no way of identifying him. His eyes flew up and down the outer perimeter, looking for signs of Fenrir. They found another figure, and instantly a solution birthed in Will's mind. He did not fancy the idea of facing off with a werewolf alone, so backup now presented himself in the form of Jackson Archer. Will knew very little of the man, except that he was a younger Death Eater in comparison to the others, yet a number of years older than himself. He certainly carried himself with all the airs and graces of any of the other privileged and purist Death Eaters higher in rank, so Will regarded him with the same contempt reserved for them. Will liked smug, charming bastard, like himself, but Archer was of a different breed. 'Doesn't matter right now. Ya need his wand, not his swagger.' Rolling his eyes and groaning, Will sprinted down the line towards Archer, yelling as he came. "Archer! Did ya see the wolf that ran down the hill from the Castle? That fekin' Fenrir's bailed, and I need some help. I think...I think it was Lupin." Will was filled with anxiety and wild anticipation as he dared to form the statement in his mouth. He wanted to seize Lupin, morals be damned. .

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Remus couldn’t believe his own stupidity right now. How could he have forgotten something so important? He was endangering the people around him, the ones he loved and cared for. Pulling his jacket back over his shoulders, Remus rushed from Minerva’s office and made his way towards his next destination. Panic was running through his system as Remus rushed down the spiral staircase, the sound of his shoes breaking in to echoes in the cold castle corridor. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Remus ran out down the corridor and turned a sharp left before making his way out of the castle.

Running in to the grounds, now panting heavily Remus ran towards the Whomping Willow and towards the familiar sight that had greeted him every month during his school days. Coming to a stop before it, Remus glanced over the situation as he attempted to calm himself down.

When the opportunity came up, Remus dashed forward, ducked and pressed his wand to the knot at the bottom of the tree. The Whomping Willow instantly stopped thrashing around in rage and stood still in the cold night air. That was when something else took Remus’s attention, as he let out a cry of pain, which broke the silent air around him. Clutching his stomach, Remus screamed again and staggered forward and in the process dropped his wand. The pain had caught his body off guard, which caused him to go crash in to the grass below him. Remus knew what was going on, all too well but at the same time knew right now that he needed to control it. Eyes screwed shut in pain, Remus clutched his stomach harder as another stab of pain crashed across his body. He needed to get in to The Shrieking Shack before it was too late. Another cry passed his lips as Remus attempted to move forward in to the hole, the pain however was proving too much for him. Moonlight began to flood the area around him, lighting the once dark lawn around him.

The strong familiar smell of grass hit Remus’s nose as he lay there in pain. Finally, giving in to his body Remus threw his head back. A strong crack filled the air as Remus screamed in pain, his body on fire as the familiar sensation of transforming took over him. Still clutching his body, his cry began to change in to a dog like snarl as his vocal chords changed in to that of a beast. Where once his face had been, a dog like snout began to form and finally take shape, along with a line of sharp animal like teeth. Snarling left Remus’s mouth as he continued to struggle and transform in to what he liked to call Moony. Where earlier had been a human head now was replaced with a canine like head, whose eye opened to reveal a deep green slit of an eye. Ears began to develop and push their way out of his skin, which only made him cry out louder in pain. A deep whine left him next as he felt the rest of his body begin to change, turning over Remus stretched his arms out as he struggled to get away.

Long arms were replaced with dog like arms instead; his hands developing in to paws and finally a set of claws appeared at the end of each paw. Growling and snarling still, Remus continued to push himself along the floor before finally the rest of the process continued. Another loud crack filled the air, as his body began to reform in to more canine like. Finally, he stood with one last heavy snarl and looked around him. Where Remus had stood moments ago now stood a tall, skinny runt werewolf who sniffed the air. A thin layer of fur covered his body now; a tail was visible just behind him. This was what happened when Remus didn’t have Wolfsbane, his more animal side took over and his mind came out of control. A chilling howl broke the silence as Remus threw his head back again, a howl of triumph almost. Soon enough a strong scent hit his nostrils, which instantly caught his attention.

Moving away from The Whomping Willow, Remus ran across the grounds and over towards the school gates. His mind now completely lost to the beast that had taken over him, Moony had come out to play. A deep snarl passed his lips as he continued to run across the soft grass of the Hogwarts grounds. Crashing through the gate he made his way from the castle. The smell of human flesh was proving too much for him, it was like watching a drug addict trying to step away from their next hit. Making his way down towards Hogsmeade, Remus felt his body going more and more out of control. All whilst being very unaware of what was going to happen next. If he had been calmer and in control, then Remus wouldn’t be like this but for now control wasn’t something he had.


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The air was thick with the acrid smoke from a building that had been set ablaze. The only smell that he could make out under that smoke was the iron in all of the blood already spilled. All you could really hear were the screams, half of them in terror, the other half orders. Those orders were being slung by Death Eaters and Aurors alive, because, of-fucking-course the Ministry had shown up not minutes after the attack had begun. Either there was a mole that the Dark Lord was now going to root out and effectively slaughter as an example, or there had been some sort of alarm system set up in the village to alert the Ministry of any shady occurrences. Frankly, these days, neither of the options would shock him.

Jackson dusted his shoulder off as he scanned his perimeter. He had been given one of the simpler jobs by the Dark Lord for the evening: herd the beasts to where they should be, to where they would wreak the most havoc. Straightforward. All it took to divert one of their courses was a little nip in the bud with a stinging hex, and they turned right around. Funny how, for a creature so widely feared and obviously vicious at their worst, they could be so easily deflected. Then again, that could be attributed to the fact that there was much easier pray available than the one wielding the wand this night. That made his job all the easier, and the message that the Dark Lord wanted the Ministry to receive all the more effective.

Suddenly, amongst the shouts and cries he'd just began to tune out, he heard his name. Jackson's head whipped around in the direction of the source, eyes falling on one of the newer Death Eaters, William O'Neill, sprinting down the hill. He rolled his eyes when he finally processed exactly what the younger man had said, groaning aloud. "Of course, fucking Fenrir did," he hissed. The mutt, no longer how long he'd been a damned werewolf, was unreliable, especially when the pickings for his next meal were so easy. He sneered as the last thought left a bad taste in his mouth. The Dark Lord would have yet another punishment to dole out before the night was finished, and Jackson would personally praise it. He never did like Fenrir, or his literal taste for human suffering.

He cast a protective wall meant to keep his herd and their prey inside the boundaries of Hogsmeade before taking off after O'Neill, who was just now passing him. Jackson's legs quickly warmed up, catching up to O'Neill who was looking rather geared up. A smirk landed on his lips as they ran; O'Neill was the newest to their ranks, and though Jackson had his doubts about him, he was obviously eager to complete his special task. "So do you have a plan," he shouted, his voice now easily carrying over the fading sounds of the village. It was getting darker and darker, and they would soon be entering what could be considered Lupin's domain. This would not be an easy task. "Or are we just going to sling curses until we knock him out cold?" He cast a quick sideways grin, now feeling the real adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

The thrill of the chase.

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[atrb=width,240] Will smiled despite himself at Archer’s response. He threw a sideward glance as the man caught up, running abreast of him in their mad dash to intercept the new were. He had written off Archer as a younger, possibly more dashing, but just as obnoxious version to the Lestrange brothers; all thoughts on money, class, blood purity and snobbery. He had half expected Archer to answer his call for aid with a smug grin and some sneering drawl about not being able to do his own duties, then dashing off to steal the glory for himself. Will was glad to find the man neither idiotic enough to want to take on a transformed werewolf alone, nor abominably condescending to pass high browed criticism on 'the new kid.' Indeed, Archer seemed to be acknowledging this mission as his, asking if Will had a plan, rather than dictating action. ‘Sling curses until we knock him out. I like this bloke.’ Will had yet to make any proper acquaintances among the ranks of the Death Eaters, so perhaps fate had presented him with a potential ally. He would see how this night plays out, and study Archer a little more objectively. “A plan would be good, wouldn’t it? I’m sorta making it up as I go along,” he replied with a grin. Glancing to the left of the village, Will sighted a grove of trees isolated from the rest of the forest. Between the tree trunks, he could see some semblance of a clearing. He had found his battleground. “There we go. Right, we need him away from the village, so go secure that grove, I’ll lure him over to it. I’d suggest throwing on a disillusionment charm when yer there, and I hope yer handy with fire, cause Merlin knows we’ll need it to corner him. Also, here, cause I doubt we can beat him on our devilish good looks alone,” he remarked with a smirk, turning to mutter the Supersensory charm, casting it on Archer and them himself. Heightened senses, reflexes and reaction time will be exactly what they needed against such a beast. Navigating away from Archer, he closed in on the entrance of the village, running a first course of action through his head at mad speed. He was close enough to see silhouette of beast, and hear its heavy paws thundering across the ground. Will was about to cast, when he realized he still had on his accursed Death Eater robes and mask. A few swears and several body movements later and both were off and cast behind a tree in a bundle, to be retrieved later. He glanced around, noting some landmarks, and sped up, now liberated from the cumbersome gear. It was too late for stunning spells, Lupin was at the gate. With a sudden spark of innovation, Will lifted his wand, pulled it back toward himself, then struck out into the air in Lupin’s direction, yelling “malleus maleficarum!” in a clear voice, sending the beast flying backwards from the well aimed impact. ‘Fek me, that actually worked.’ Wasting no time, he struck out again with the hammer fall jinx, knocking the beast off balance as it turned to face its hinderer. Casting a shield charm on the entrance, he called out to Lupin, recalling that werewolves remember everything in their transformed state, though they may not be able to control their actions. He briefly wondered at the sheer state of terror the man must be in, knowing he was moments away from entering a village full of innocent people, and quite possibly his loved ones and allies, and the great damage he could have rendered. In a way, Will had just saved him from himself. What made Lupin be so near Hogwarts on the night of a full moon without taking Wolfsbane was beyond him. Had he forgotten? Poor excuse for endangering people he more than likely wanted to protect, knowing his good nature. This thought hardened Will’s resolve to capture the man...the beast. He would pay for his folly. “No dinner for ya that way, Lupin! Don’t like it? You can kiss my royal Irish arse!” Not his best opening lines, but, then again, it was rather ridiculous slinging witty introductions to a ravenous werewolf in the first place. With that, Will took off toward the grove he had indicated to Archer, occasionally throwing hexes over his shoulder to antagonize Lupin, ensuring he kept up the chase. Entering the clearing, he quickly rolled to the side, out of the way, and took up a defensive stance, ready to keep the beast at bay, while trying to think of the quickest way to subdue him short of taking off his head. “I suppose askin' him to tag along nicely is out of the question, eh Archer?” He yelled, trying to spot the wizard in the shadows of the trees. “How’s that fire comin'? Not to rush ya, but our guest is right fekin’ behind me.” .

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The familiar deep smell of smoke filled Remus’s nostrils as he made his way out of the gates, a low growl leaving him as he did so. Raising his head, Moony took in the smells around him and felt his mouth begin to water. Fresh flesh struck him hard, driving his inner beast mad with hunger. Upon picking up a not so familiar scent however, he opened his eyes again and turned his large fur covered heard towards the source of the smell. Picking up his pace, Remus ran towards the source, his attention now focused simply on that one unfamiliar smell.

However, his attention soon turned away from the smell as something else caught it instead. Upon hearing the cry of a spell, the werewolf growled as he turned towards the target. Only to instead let out a yelp of a surprise, as he felt the spell strike him and throw him backwards and crashing to the floor. Shock came over the creature as he felt another sharp pain all over his body, which in turn only caused him to cry out more. Soon enough the pain began to fade away, however the result caused him to whimper lowly. After a few moments of recovery, he stood back up and shook his large dog like head before letting out a deep snarl. Drool now wetted his fur as he felt the anger begin to boil inside of him. Fresh rage took over as he whipped his head around to see who had hurt him. Whoever or whatever hurt him was certainly going to pay.

Remus didn’t know it yet but things hadn’t been going well tonight and he was in for a nasty shock in the morning. What would he think of himself if he knew what he had done tonight? Moony was here for now but even on the inside a small part of Remus existed beneath the beast. Remus was the gentler side to the beast that currently stood, whilst Moony was his anger showing in its full form. Soon enough another spell pulled Moony away from his thoughts, which again made him cry out loudly in to the thick air around him. That was it. Now he had cracked. Anger now taking over him fully, Moony ran full force towards the next gate before running forward and attempting to crash in to it.

Upon being knocked back however, the werewolf looked over the gate with a clearly visible confused expression showing on his face. Once again the beast attempted to break the gate, only to be thrown back again on the floor below him. Standing up slowly, Moony soon realised that a Charm has been cast upon the wooden gate before him. The reality of the situation was that Moony didn’t know what he was doing. His mind was dazed and confused, only full of rage and the longing for food. If Wolfsbane had been in his system however, things would be much different. He would be much more aware of what was going on around him and what his actions were causing.

Moony didn’t know he was going in to a village full of people. All he knew was that he could smell food and so would go towards the source happily. Words caught the wolfs attention next, words which sounded like taunting. Turning his head towards the voice again, Moony let out a warning snarl towards the man. Blood was visible across the werewolf’s face now, clearly showing the beast was hurt. Moony of course hadn’t really registered the fact that he was wounded, the wound most like having come from where he went crashing to the ground earlier.

The taunt had registered with Moony all right, because before the man could even say the next set of words he broke the gate. How did he know the person taunting him was male? Simple. He could smell it. Pain had taken over the werewolf but he wasn’t about to give in without a fight. Letting his rage take over, he set off as fast as he could towards the spell caster. Moony ran full speed towards his target, his rage only increasing as he sped towards the caster. The smell of his own kind filled his nostrils briefly, before yet again a whine left him as more hexes hit him as he continued to follow. Turning a corner sharply, he kicked up a small amount of dirt before entering the next area. Panting heavily, the werewolf growled under his breath as he came to a stop. Eyes widening slightly as yet another unfamiliar smell caught his attention and the man he had been following began to speak. Moony looked around him, his ears now perked in alert and his body stiffened as he felt his body go in to alert mode. There was just something uneasy about all this. Why had the man lead him here? A trap perhaps?

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The night air was cool against his skin, but he barely noticed it as he ran. Between the pounding of his heart and the sheer volume of adrenaline that was now pumping through his veins, he paid no mind to anything but the new task at hand. He couldn’t if he wanted all of his appendages intact at the end of the night.

He glanced over at the man running beside him, yet a child in terms of Death Eater experience. William had a wild smile on his face, clearly taking much amusement in the nights events. He was interesting, to be certain. Jackson hadn’t yet had the chance to get to know him, always so busy juggling real life and this, his alternate life. He did know that O’Neill was the new kid on the block, nearly completely green. He wasn’t all that much younger than himself, although Jackson was sure that the years he had on William left specific differences between the two of them. Nonetheless, he made a mental note to try to get to know him. If they both managed to survive this.

Jackson listened carefully to William’s plan. Although it was likely pulled from thin air, it wasn’t a bad plan. He blinked hard, hissing as a supersensory charm hit him suddenly. The world slid into a new kind of focus, almost stunning him. He always hated that charm when he wasn’t ready for it. He rolled the handle of his wand in his hand, naught but nodding in confirmation as he veered away from the other man to prepare his own set of traps. It was going to be more than tricky to catch the damned man without damaging him too badly - the Dark Lord would not appreciate that in the least, he was sure.

Jackson slowed as he reached the line of trees William had indicated only a minute or two before. He took a deep breath to settle himself, rolling his shoulders as he surveyed the area. Jackson noted several areas that he’d have to ensure he blocked off when Lupin finally made his way there. Quickly, he set about casting a few charms to make sure that he wouldn’t burn the entire damned forest down in the process. That would attract all of the wrong kinds of attention and then some. He could hear the howls in the village, sending goosebumps across his skin; the last thing he wanted tonight was to end up as a casualty.

As he settled into the trees, waiting for his new partner and their guest, the sound of footfalls reached his ears. Jackson grinned as William burst through the trees. ”Completely out of the question, I’d say,” he called back, not stepping out quite yet. He didn’t need Lupin knowing exactly where he was before he could even knock out a single spell. ”Have some faith, O’Neill,” he chuckled, muscles tensing as he heard Lupin approach. Now the real work began.

The beast flew into the clearing, apparently becoming slowly aware that something was amiss for him. Jackson wanted this over as quickly as possible. The less time they had to spend with Lupin conscious, the more likely it was that they got to go home in one goddamn piece. Jackson flicked his wand, lighting a thick wall of flames to contain the beast, slipping just inside it as it made its way back around. ”Your move, O’Neill,” he shouted over the roar of the flames. Lupin was contained, at least. Although now they had to add burning to death to their list of things to avoid. What a story this would be, if they lived.

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[atrb=width,240] As they engaged the beast, Will saw a prime example of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object displayed before his very eyes...immovable objects, rather. It seemed that the old werewolf’s years of passivity and aversion to aggression and battle had stored a great deal of latent energy within him. This sleeping reserve was now being tapped into as Lupin was cornered and hindered by the two dark wizards, making him as formidable as more battle worn and beastial weres like Fenrir, and possibly even more dangerous as his frustration mounted. This frustration stemmed from baring his teeth and claws with each charge at either wizard, and being deflected or evaded, so never finding purchase in their flesh. These two ‘immovable objects’ would not last forever in the monster’s path, however. Will already noted how much wielding the hammerfall jinx twice before taxed him. And now, the constant evasion tactics, everything from dashing and rolling aside with his bewitched senses and reflexes, to shield charms and mirror jinx to halt and confound Lupin, as well as the tirade of hexes, stunning spells and impediment jinxes thrown endlessly at their opponent were also taking their toll on his stamina. The biting cold winter air, and ever constant fumes from the burning village did not help matters, and made breathing a buggersome affair. Lupin seemed unfazed, and assailed them constantly like waves upon the rock. William knew they had'nt been there very long, perhaps only a few minutes since he first lured the werewolf into the clearing, but it seemed an eternity. This needed to be over NOW. Ropes would be of no use, nor would stunning spells for long. They needed to incapacitate him physically; restrain him. Silver was an old myth, but gave him the inspiration he needed, though painfully obvious it was. 'Metal, ya idiot.' He had barely had the idea spark in his head and repositioned to face the oncoming beast and cast the spell when he saw spells flying from Archer's direction, hitting Lupin, infuriating him and making him change targets in a flash. Archer seemed to be cornered by the very fire he had casted to rein in the werewolf, and Will yelled at the beast as he made to cast the hammerfall jinx for a third time "no, damn you! To ME, malleus maleficarum!" In his haste, his wand slipped ever so slightly as he made the elaborate and quick motions to bring forth the vigorous jinx, and he felt the radius of the blow shift out of center, catching the beast on its outstretched arms as it lept, rather than its torso, and Will heard the yelp and sickening crack as the invisible force slammed him back down to the frozen earth. Lupin recovered quickly and renewed his lethal charge with a seemingly blind and pain fueled ire toward Will, who saw the last moments in flashes. A snarl, rapid foot falls, a leap, and chains issuing from his own wand to bind the beast midair. Then he found himself under the bound werewolf, slammed to the ground much in the same way he had done to his opponent several times, and now exerting all his strength at keeping the snarling and frantic jaws away from his face, while he felt hind legs thrashing about in the snow against his own, curiously painful and warm one. He couldn't see Archer behind the mass of fur and chains and matted snow, but yelled for him still. "Knock his feckin' moons out, Archer and let's have done with this!" .

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