The First Wizarding War 1979. Voices in the woods.

"We weren't prepared. Weren't at all. Not to the things we had to experience."

    I played Rodolphus Lestrange in the field live-action roleplaying game this August. It was an important RP experience for me: the first war game, the first live-action male role, the first live-action Death Eater role... I'm very glad I was in this game, even though the Dark Lord and some colleagues underestimated me because of my disability. I was very good in battle magic, but I can't run, so there were many chances for me to fight openly, but all considered me as less battleworthy than the rest. I was perfect as a 'fire point', but the Dark Lord understood that only after the game ended. It's very sad for me, I was feeling like a useless coward. But at the post-game meeting Milord said he underestimated me, and it's quite comforting. 

"    Strange voices sound in the woods, fading whispers in our ears that makes some of us warily watch around and point wands into the dark. Insane laughter. Screams, like someone is torn apart alive. We are strangers in this place, uninvited guests. The Forest wants us to leave... Or die. Or - for several people including me - to became the part of it. 
    Lucius brews a mind-clearing potion and drinks it all the time. I don't. I know the Forest has someting to tell us, and I listen.

    The eight-eyed hounds of the Wild Hunt come to our camp. They are fleshless, but they cause panic which one can't resist. Bellartix falls to the ground screaming, even she, who always seem fearless... 
    I was the first who felt panic. It was a shame so unbearable that I even asked Lucius to kill me, I forgot that nobody is allowed to kill in the Forest. 
    Rabastan casted Sleeping Charms on me... But the voices came to my dreams.

            "You have nothing in common with these people... 
                    Do you hear?... Raindrops dancing on leaves, the spirits laugh and run through the woods. They are happy. Why don't you                                   want to be happy with us?
                                    You don't belong between humans, they will never understand you, never accept you, the Stranger born from                                                     Strangers bloodline, join us in the rain, join us between branches, come to us..."

I start to call by names all people I love. Rabastan, Bellatrix, Lucius, Narcissa, Ranulf, Remita, Rabastan, Bellatrix... With every name voices faded, desire to get lost in the dark weakened... And then, like a flash of flame burning all filth in my mind, the last name came to me. I whispered 'Milord' and awoke.
The Mark was burning. He wanted to see me right now."

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On the collage: a part of Caradoc Dearborn's (the Order member) clothes, a Wild Hunt hound in a bush (composed a photomanipulation myself ), the Forest, a group of Death Eaters and magical healing apples, for which we came to that place. We needed to heal the Dark Lord from consequences of making horcruxes.

All pictures I used in this collage belong to their owners.
The first photo was taken on the game. The second is a photomanip I made. 
The HP universe and its characters belong to J.K. Rowling