ORIGINAL CHARACTER . HARRY POTTER RP . SLYTHERIN
FLEXIBLE ERA . DARK & MATURE THEMES
I imagine
DEATH
so much, it feels
like a
MEMORY.
MERITT BELIVEAU
1--
b. 22nd February 1951
blood status:
Pureblood
house:
Slytherin
nationality:
French
familiar:
Gray Koepche's Screech Owl
wand:
Fir wood with a phoenix feather core, 14 ½" and unbending flexibility
boggart:
Voldermort
relationships:
Leighton Beliveau (father) (death eater) †
Esther Beliveau (née Bertrand) (mother) (death eater) †
Florence D'Arcy (née Bertrand) (aunt)
Lucius D'Arcy (uncle)
height:
1.83 m
hair color:
Black
eye color:
Brown
build:
Slim
distinguishable mark(s):
N/A
M.B.
𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐮, born to two Death Eaters, was raised as any child should have been; without prejudice or cruelty to shape him into someone . . . hateful.
He was loved unconditionally, showed fairness and disciplined accordingly. And though his parents' faith were laid before their Dark Lord, he was taught without bias about what should be and not, what is right and wrong, and what must be done and what must not be done.
Indeed, for a while he saw to their beliefs, hoped to share their loyalty to their one true Lord, but it faded eventually as he grew older, and finally —— it disappeared completely upon his parents' deaths, a result of their own undying faith.
Soon after, he could care less for their legacy with the maniac that possessed a toxic preoccupation with power and immortality, but despite such a callous take on what and whom they believed in, there was just that brimming rage and fear for the one forsaken Lord Voldemort.
But then again, he didn't have the time to think of him nor really the will for he had something far more important to pursue which involved a dark magic that was barely used, if never.
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅.
SOLOS
The Knock
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 came with a rush of chilled air that brought with it this insidious rumble from the nearing dark clouds. It was summer, yet dusk seemed to call a different air as the clock chimed to announce the beginning of the late hours. It was almost eerie; as if just miles from their home some terrible event was fast-approaching, and it pervaded this dissociative feeling throughout the manor, infesting each wall with disquiet. He didn’t like it. It made him dreadful for something that he didn’t know.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His parents had been summoned just this morning to prepare for an attack in the city — another home, another family of no-magic blood, another stain left to incite fear among all wizarding world. The boy couldn’t remember when it all began, not that he wanted to remember when it all changed. Almost every pure family had joined in this purist cause, almost every kin just waiting for their time to wear his mark. Until now he didn’t really know what to feel about their Lord. His parents had always talked about their Lord as if he was some kind of god, but they’ve never really discussed his place after them; whether he saw to their belief and faith or not; whether he wanted to take after them in his army or not. But he guessed, being a part of that, there was some expectation on the matter, albeit unspoken.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀With honesty, he didn’t really care about any of it. He understood where they came from, but the rest he thought were extensively unnecessary. All those violence. All those deaths. Just for one man. Alas, this was the world now, and power was growing in the dark side. No one knew if it was going to succeed. No one knew how long it would be, but until then — there was just the cause.
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Meritt sat on the windowsill in the drawing room with the potions book, Moste Potente Potions, in hand which he got from his lovely aunt for a belated birthday present. She had been back in France at the time with her fiancé, too busy to think about anything else.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His focus was wavering as his eyes scanned across every word on the pages, not one sticking in his mind. Something didn’t feel right. Something just wouldn’t stop picking at him. What was it?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Nothing. Nothing came to mind but that ridiculous unease that had latched itself around his nerves. He could feel the constriction somewhere within him, but what was the cause?⠀⠀Dark brown eyes then darted towards the clock. 7 : 10 in the evening. His parents should have been back half an hour ago. They were usually back by then.
A forceful breath was released. Deep, pained as though the expansion of his lungs made his internals rip. Another breath, and the stinging made him stand up. His eyes were still locked on the clock.
Tick... tock... tick... tock...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It felt like he was being taunted. Maybe even warned. Laughed at. Sympathized with.
A second more passed, and he closed his eyes and took a breath. He stood like that for a while, trying to clear and ease his mind. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, he thought to himself, allowing a humorless chuckle escape as he released the pressure on his hands, and lifted one up to run across his face. Only then did he finally let himself breathe normally.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You’re being an idiot,” he muttered to himself with a shake of his head. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’ve ever gotten home late. A comforting laugh passed his lips just then, and he turned around to sit back and try to continue his reading.
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And just like that, rain came and the night grew older. There was no moon, no stars — just vast darkness across the manor. Meritt was used to it, but somehow, he felt something crooked was upon him.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He now stayed within the walls of his room, awaiting the sound of apparition or anything that signaled the return of his parents. But there was nothing. And soon, the rain ceased and the hours continued to move forward... Nothing. The boy had stayed awake, sat on a velvet wingback in front of his window where it faced the slowly peeling clouds, welcoming the moon back into view. That, at least, had given him peace, lulling his mind into calm... until —
A 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸!⠀⠀⠀His lids shot up, and his heartbeat rose to a concerning height. He had fallen asleep! What was the time? What woke him? What was that noise? Where was it coming from? Who was doing that?! What! What! 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎!! Were they back? Was it them?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His surroundings felt and looked illusive. His mind swirled as if he’d taken something psychedelic. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, like drums banging without end. It was all he could hear. Just thud! Thud! 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂! ⠀⠀Like a heart attack.
He was rushing out of his room and down the stairs before he knew it. Still disoriented, he watched as the portraits around their walls looked at him with this sentiment in their eyes that confused him. They looked... sad.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Out of breath, he began to feel his extremities tremble, and his eyes water. What was happening? He reached the doors and before he could think about it, threw them open, revealing his aunt. 𝘈𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦? He thought he had said it out loud, but all that he did was frown.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His aunt began to speak, and at first, he didn’t catch her words.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Meritt!” Finally, everything started to sound clearer. “Oh, Meritt.” What? What does she mean? Why was she crying? He couldn’t find any words. He just watched her, feeling this grim rumination build up inside him, dragging along with it this strong sense of complete and utter fear.
No.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦.
And right then... everything went silent. All that there was, at that very moment, was a crushing feeling in his center, and he could have sworn, he heard it shattering into a million little pieces. It was like he stopped existing. Everything just felt heavy and light at the same time; it felt like someone had reached into his body and strangled his heart, his lungs, all of him until there was nothing left. And he just stared without looking, but in the deepest part of his irises, seeped this ineffable agony...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀If sorrow was a living thing... it would have been him at that exact moment.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦...”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When his aunt had uttered those words, it wasn’t her voice that he heard. It had been his mother’s, and that was perhaps the last time he had ever heard her.
coming soon.