[LOG] Jailbreaking Azkaban
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chamberofsnogsWho: Alison Mallory, Kahvi Sidhe, Ora Yang, and the Order of the Phoenix
When: New Years Eve, 1998
Where: The Burrow, a remote English suburb
What: The Order of the Phoenix jailbreaks Azkaban, and the girls are help out
*~*~*~*~*
Ora stuffed her sash and a spare change of clothes in her bag, and bounded down the stairs to grab her winter coat from the closet in the hallway. "Mum! Dad! I'm ready!" she shouted, stuffing her arms through the sleeves and doing a quick check through the list in her mind to make sure she had packed everything she needed, and everything that would make it seem like she was going to a legitimate sleepover at the Burrow.
"Mm hm," Ora's father said simply as he folded his copy of The Daily Prophet and set it down on the sitting room table. He shot his daughter a dubious look. Ora smiled up at him cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong. She mitigated it a little when her father's look turned more severe.
"You know if you get lost, Ora, you're breaking curfew."
Ora rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Dad, I know. But I'm eighteen! I can Apparate properly; I'm not going to get lost or end up in the middle of the woods."
Ambassador Yang's mouth twitched as if he didn't completely believe his daughter, but had to actually refrain from telling her so. "I'll leave the wards down for five minutes," he said simply, drawing his wand from the fold of his robes, "so if you get lost you can Apparate back."
"Okay, Dad," Ora said. She rolled her eyes again.
"Have you got everything?" Ora's mum asked. She rose from the couch and looked pointedly at Ora's bag.
"Yup," Ora said with a nod. "And if not, I'm sure Alison can lend me something."
"Toothbrush?"
Ora nodded. "Packed it already, Mum."
Ora's mother simply nodded and smiled, and came around the sofa to give her daughter a hug and a kiss. "Well, Happy New Year, and enjoy the night with your friends."
"Thanks!" Ora gave her mum and dad a hug and a kiss each. Her father still did not look entirely happy as he closed his eyes and hummed the chant to lift the anti-Apparition wards surrounding their house, but Ora still managed a smile as she waved and then thought very hard of the Burrow.
*~*~*~*~*
Ottery St. Catchpole was even colder than London, and even in a thick scarf and coat Ora was shivering. She had appeared about one hundred meters out from the Burrow, and was throughly cold by the time she got to the door and lifted a hand to knock politely at it. Even though the house seemed quiet from the outside, Ora wondered if anyone would hear here--after all, she could not imagine that a rescue the proportions of breaking in and out of Azkaban would take any less than a good chunk of the Order.
When: New Years Eve, 1998
Where: The Burrow, a remote English suburb
What: The Order of the Phoenix jailbreaks Azkaban, and the girls are help out
*~*~*~*~*
Ora stuffed her sash and a spare change of clothes in her bag, and bounded down the stairs to grab her winter coat from the closet in the hallway. "Mum! Dad! I'm ready!" she shouted, stuffing her arms through the sleeves and doing a quick check through the list in her mind to make sure she had packed everything she needed, and everything that would make it seem like she was going to a legitimate sleepover at the Burrow.
"Mm hm," Ora's father said simply as he folded his copy of The Daily Prophet and set it down on the sitting room table. He shot his daughter a dubious look. Ora smiled up at him cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong. She mitigated it a little when her father's look turned more severe.
"You know if you get lost, Ora, you're breaking curfew."
Ora rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Dad, I know. But I'm eighteen! I can Apparate properly; I'm not going to get lost or end up in the middle of the woods."
Ambassador Yang's mouth twitched as if he didn't completely believe his daughter, but had to actually refrain from telling her so. "I'll leave the wards down for five minutes," he said simply, drawing his wand from the fold of his robes, "so if you get lost you can Apparate back."
"Okay, Dad," Ora said. She rolled her eyes again.
"Have you got everything?" Ora's mum asked. She rose from the couch and looked pointedly at Ora's bag.
"Yup," Ora said with a nod. "And if not, I'm sure Alison can lend me something."
"Toothbrush?"
Ora nodded. "Packed it already, Mum."
Ora's mother simply nodded and smiled, and came around the sofa to give her daughter a hug and a kiss. "Well, Happy New Year, and enjoy the night with your friends."
"Thanks!" Ora gave her mum and dad a hug and a kiss each. Her father still did not look entirely happy as he closed his eyes and hummed the chant to lift the anti-Apparition wards surrounding their house, but Ora still managed a smile as she waved and then thought very hard of the Burrow.
*~*~*~*~*
Ottery St. Catchpole was even colder than London, and even in a thick scarf and coat Ora was shivering. She had appeared about one hundred meters out from the Burrow, and was throughly cold by the time she got to the door and lifted a hand to knock politely at it. Even though the house seemed quiet from the outside, Ora wondered if anyone would hear here--after all, she could not imagine that a rescue the proportions of breaking in and out of Azkaban would take any less than a good chunk of the Order.
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Date: 2008-09-30 08:18 am (UTC)"I'm not sure it matters what the code really means," Ora said finally. She glanced at her friends, and Ginny cocked her head curiously. Ron tried not to look like he was listening by staring sourly off into a corner, but he was too still not to be eavesdropping. "What matters is that Professor Snape knows that something's going to happen tonight, and who's involved," she said, glancing at Lysienne who once again managed to look apologetic. "The 'who' isn't what worries me. We all, except you, Kahvi, got caught as part of Dumbledore's Army in fifth year, and Snape didn't do a thing to us then." Ora shrugged. "It seems pretty obvious that everyone knows, or at least suspects, who the Order's friends are. Nobody's made a move against us students yet."
Ora frowned, still deep in thought. It was true--while Professor Snape had not been the one to oversee their detentions in fifth year--all the teachers at school had known who the members of the DA were. The very fact that Snape hadn't done anything to curtail their freedoms or bring them into questioning without good cause was a sign that he was willing to forgive their previous transgressions.
"What I'm afraid of is that the Death Eaters actually know what's happening," Ora said, her voice low. "Somebody could have leaked it." Somebody? Who? Ora swallowed, thinking of one possibility. She had, after all, asked Draco if he knew anything of Azkaban's defenses not so long ago. Had he been caught in the act of passing information? Ora pushed down the sick feeling in the stomach, determined not to think or imagine what sort of punishments the Dark Lord reserved for traitors amongst his own servants.
Ora caught Alison's gaze, and Alison's expression softened into one of sympathy. Ora was just about to reassure her friend that she was sure everything was all right when once again the door opened and Mrs. Weasley came through, her previously cheerful manner replaced by one more grim. She motioned them into the sitting room, and everyone followed silently. The Order members, conversing with each other in hushed tones, stopped when they filed in and awkwardly look seats on the couches.
Mrs. Weasley looked uncertainly at Lupin, who addressed the children. "As you may have already guessed, we have voted to continue the rescue." He paused, letting the weight of the statement sink in. "But the stakes have been raised. We believe the Death Eaters will be expecting us--we believe there will be a trap for us at Azkaban. It is unlikely, however, that they know of the details of our plan, so we may still succeed with minimal loss of life.
"Since the mission has suddenly become just that more dangerous, if any of you are unwilling to watch the Portkeys, you may leave right now."
Ora glanced at her friends. She met Ron's stare, and bristled, annoyed at the way at which he was narrowing his eyes as if daring her to withdraw from the rescue. She glared right back at him and stayed silent.
"Good," Professor Lupin said after a long moment. "Be ready in fifteen minutes."
Then he stepped aside and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stepped in to hand the group their bags of Portkeys. Ora took one of them and glanced at Kahvi, who was sitting next to her. "This'll be interesting," she said with a nervous smile, not feeling very reassured of her own safety despite not directly partaking in the rescue.