[LOG] Jailbreaking Azkaban

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Who: 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

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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.

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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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Just as she began to open her mouth to object to the idea of a mere leak, Mrs. Weasley returned. Kahvi dissolved the letters with a wave of her wand as they were herded away again into the living room.

Ora was right about one thing--for them, it didn't much matter what the code had meant. But it could mean something that the Headmaster was able to warn the Order in their own code. Had he broken it? Or was there a double agent afoot who'd translated all the codes for the Death Eaters? or had he simply tried to spook them by parroting a code he'd heard and understood was a warning of some sort, without truly knowing the meaning itself? A clever ruse? If he did understand, what else did the Death Eaters know? Because if the code was compromised, that could mean some very bad things for the Order's near future.

And what was that look she gave Alison? Perhaps, having been part of Dumbledore's Army, they knew something she didn't. Or perhaps it was something from within Slytherin House. From the worried look on Ora's face, it was probably best if she did not ask. At least for now...

The Order's verdict was unsurprising, as was the silence from the room as the presumed werewolf professor offered them an out. The room was thick with resolution; foolhardy, but admirable. Her mind, admittedly, was still somewhat preoccupied with why the Headmaster knew Order code until Ora's comment snapped her out of it.

"That's one way to put it..." she stood as she spoke. They were being divided, which meant at most she would be able to keep an eye on one of her three friends--this was not comforting at all. But there was little time left for worry, and now was the time to put up a calm front, if only to help soothe her increasingly agitated friends. "Well, at least with the Fire and Ice potion I won't have to be running around with my big coat on," she shot a grateful smile at Lysienne and adjusted the considerably thinner inner coat she had kept on over her sweater. "Honestly, I don't know how anyone can move with so many layers on..." There was a glimpse of a strap around her left thigh with a row of brown-tinted throwing knives before she pulled down and straightened the end of her long, form-fitting second coat.

[OOC: Sorry, I like making things up that probably have no business in the HP world ^^;; Do let me know if I'm going over-board with all the made-up stuff...

The row of throwing knives are "mage slayers," which are throwing knives made of low grade (as in, not pretty enough for jewelry) jade, a naturally magic-resistant material. The idea is that they can't be deflected by magic when thrown and need to be pulled out manually before the inflicted wound can be healed. In my head, these were typically used by witch hunters as an anti-magic weapon in olden times, although since they are made of jade, they'd obviously not have been used as much in Europe. However, given their history of witch-hunter association, those that know them tend to view them as 'the enemy's weapons.'

The majority of mage slayers are also inscribed with wards, most popularly a cast-stop or magic-resist ward, either of which will completely stop or at least severely hinder casting by anyone in contact with the knives. The downside of the engraved knives is that the wearer is inflicted with the same issue until they have used up all of their throwing knives. This is obviously not an issue for a Muggle hunting witches and levels the playing field quite a bit. For those versed in ancient runes and wards, Kahvi's knives are inscribed with pain amplification.]