Third Meeting (Attack)

[Vincent Corrigan]

Vincent took a deep breath. Gathering Emily in his arms, he picked her up and tried to stand. His back nearly gave out on him and he slumped back down on the ground. Only then did he remember his need for a cane. In his panic, he had dropped it and rushed over to Emily. And with her in his arms, he couldn't possibly stand up, let alone walk out of there with her. "Voltaire!" he called, looking at his friend, who remained mercifully unharmed. "Can you help me get her out of here? I think I've used the last of my strength, and I can't bear her weight with my bad back..."

[Albus Dumbledore]

Dumbledore didn't duck the spell; he just stood there and took it as the curse hit his hand. It began to bleed profusely. and he just lightly tapped it with his wand, causing the bleeding to stop. "If you insist on doing this," he said, "Rictusempra!" he cried, pointing his wand at Tyler.

[Tyler Jackson]

Tyler tried to dodge the spell, but it was so well-placed that it seemed impossible to avoid it. The spell hit his legs and they immediately buckled beneath him. He fell to the ground and began writhing around as if someone was tickling him. But he wouldn't dare utter a laugh. Tyler, unable to aim straight at Dumbledore, decided that mind spells were the better way to go. He concentrated on the word "Levicorpus" and imagined Dumbledore being tied to the ceiling by his leg.

[Albus Dumbledore]

Almost immediately, Dumbledore was lifted up into the air by one leg. But instead of being angry, Dumbledore chuckled. "I thank you, my boy. It isn't often that I get to hang upside down these days. Really changes your perspective on things." He hung suspended for a moment, then seemed to shake it off. He flipped back over and landed almost gracefully back on the floor, still standing. "Tarantallegra!" he said, pointing his wand at Tyler.

[Tyler Jackson]

Tyler was slightly perplexed by Dumbledore's calmness and was taken off guard after he had just gotten up from the last spell he had been hit by. He was once again hit- this time in the chest- and lost his leg balance. He wobbled around on his out-of-control legs and fell flat on his face, almost amusingly and very embarrassingly. He kept a tight grip on his wand and shot a cruciatus curse Dumbledore's way. He was getting angrier and wanted Dumbledore to feel pain. Enough pain to make him succumb to Tyler, all at once.

[Albus Dumbledore]

The Cruciatus Curse struck Dumbledore full on the chest, and pain ripped through him. For a brief moment, Dumbledore hit the floor as the curse attacked him. However, his supreme sense of control took over and he was able to fight back the effects of the curse, then simply wave it off like a fly buzzing around his head. "That wasn't very nice," he said calmly, standing up and brushing himself off. "Impedimenta!" he said, aiming at Tyler yet again.

[Tyler Jackson]

The unrecognizable force that was put into the spell knocked Tyler off of his feet once again and back against the wall behind him. He hit his head hard, and flinched slightly, unable to move any part of his body at the moment. He was in a vulnerable position and didn't like it at all. Hatred flooded into his eyes, the imperius curse playing a very intense part in Tyler's current mood.

[Albus Dumbledore]

While Tyler was temporarily immobilized, Dumbledore leaned in a little closer to Tyler. "This isn't you, is it?" he said. "You don't really want to hurt me or anyone else. Someone is controlling you..."

[Wesley St. Clare]

Wesley sighed. "When Natalie told me about her vision, I decided I would have to fake my own death. When I felt myself being pushed off the platform, I cast a spell of invisibility on myself to make it appear that I'd fallen through the veil. I've been hiding in the Ministry ever since... until today."

[Alastor Domino]

"That's quite, disturbing and amazing." Alastor said. He was stunned that Wesley was still alive. Atleast he had another family member to count on. "If you could hide out in the ministry that long, wouldn't a death eater or someone be able to? Seems like the Ministry need to do more security."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire had been in a shocked daze, he was forcibly reminded of the last death eater meeting he attented to save Isabella, He ran toward Vincent shaking with memories he had really all to vividly had forgotten and remembered, he stuttered "I..its a al alright, C-come on." he said Helping Vincent up and picking up emily for him. they made their way out of HQ to apperate out of there.

[Wesley St. Clare]

"It's... possible, I suppose," Wesley said. "I spent most of my time in the Department of Mysteries. The problem, I fear, is that most of the Death Eaters are right there in the open. I don't think Craven and his assistant are the only ones, but I've yet to find proof of the others."

[Alastor Domino]

Alastor started thinking. "Maybe we should get out of here and go to my house." Alastor suggested.

[Wesley St. Clare]

Wesley hesitated. "Do you suppose everything's all right out there?" He wandered over to the door and listened out. "I'd hate to leave if anyone is hurt... but yes, I do think it is a good idea to get somewhere private. But I can't be seen outside. I think someone might suspect I'm alive."

[Alastor Domino]

"Then do you have a cloak or anything you can where?" Alastor asked. "Who might suspect it?"

[Wesley St. Clare]

"What I really need is an invisibilty cloak," Wesley said. "I suppose I could use a disillusioning charm to appear invisible--that's what I used to hide from my killer. I believe that the person who tried to kill me is the one who suspects I'm not dead. It was Greta Weiss."

[Athena "V" Smith-Calloway]

V was completely speechless for a long time. "Wesley..." she said at last. "I... I saw you fall. I saw you die. I just... I can't believe... why didn't you tell me? I thought we were friends..."

[Alastor Domino]

"V, we don't have time, ask him later." Alastor whispered to her. He then turned to Wesley.

"Okay, so put the charm on and then we can blow this place."

[Wesley St. Clare]

"All right," Wesley said. He reached up and rapped himself on the head and in a moment, he appeared invisible. "Lead the way, Alastor. V, we'll talk later. Come with us."

[Alastor Domino]

"Where do you suppose we should go?" He asked thin air hoping he was talking towards Wesley.