Equilibrium

Information Post:: FAQ - The Revelation

2006-12-09T01:50:57Z

Alright, I’ve watched the vids, read the snippets. What exactly is this?

It’s a fanfiction! No, it’s a roleplay! Actually, Equilibrium is both. We started this out about six months ago as a personal roleplay. It was never meant to be shown to anybody else but we ended up enjoying the story so much we wanted to share it with others, so we edited it, translated it, and generally chopped it around, and ended up with this.

So it is a fic?

Basically. It reads like a fic, although it's very action and dialogue orientated.

Oh really, so what are the ships?

We aren’t about to give it away. If you want to know you’ll have to read. ;) There will be many ships though, both heterosexual and homosexual. Ships will feature a wide variety of characters, some appearing more than once.

Well, what about my favorite ship? Will it be in it?

Still not telling, sorry! We don’t believe in giving spoilers, even to those who ask for them. We want people to give the story a chance without the confinements of the ships that are in it. Heck, when we were creating the story even we found a new ship we love! In the story there are plenty of ships to watch though, about 10 or more! We just hope you’ll find something to enjoy, especially as it’s not all about sex, or that type of relationship. There is a fair amount of other relationships too, like strong friendships and familial bonds. We enjoy romance as much as the next person, but we like plot too, and that is what drives this.

Why the NC-17 rating?

The material included can be quite graphic at times, so it was truly the only proper rating. Take this as your warning! If you don’t want to read explicit sex (het or homosexual), violence, and/or death but would like to follow the story, we suggest you head on over to the PG-13 journal which can be found here.

But is this one of those wips that you will give up on after a while?

Nope. Like I already mentioned, we have been going for over six months and have collected a lot of content. We absolutely can guarantee that we have an ending.

Great! When will it be posted?

Well, we are going to attempt to have a new chapter out for you every Saturday night! If this changes at any point we will announce it on the journal, but unless that happens, keep expecting it weekly. We're still in the process of translating the rp to fic format, and that takes some work.

Why are you f-locking?

As this is a NC-17 fiction we feel that f-locking the posts is necessary so that we know who is reading along with the story and so that nobody who is underage can just stumble upon it. That being said, we aren’t about to police who has decided to read along with this version of the story. If you have us friended we will friend you back because we believe everyone can make their own decisions; you are responsible for your own actions.

What if I want to go back and re-read a chapter? How do I find it?

As we post each individual post we will immediately place them into the memories so that they will be available for you all to find there should you wish to find a chapter. When it comes to the tags each chapter will not be tagged when first posted. A week after the chapter has been posted we will go back and edit it to include chapter specific tags. This is to give everyone a chance to read the chapter without seeing tags that may give certain things away. And yes, this does mean they will be tagged with ships the week after they are released.

Are there any rules to commenting?

We are very open about commenting. If you feel like leaving a response to the chapter we encourage you to do so. Also, if anyone would like to discuss the chapter with other readers they are welcome to reply to other comments within the thread - we welcome discussion! All we ask is that you be respectful of each other’s opinions. We will reply when we are able - please don't take it to heart if we don't answer your comment. We do appreciate each one.

Wait, I have a question that you haven’t answered here!

Please feel free to ask it in the comment section of this post and it will be answered.

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We hope you’ll stick around and enjoy watching our story as it unfolds!

~The Equilibrium Team ~

::Coming December 9th::

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2006-12-08T22:23:09Z

Their mutterings turned into disbelieving shouts and cries of outrage, spreading through the Great Hall like a particularly poisonous game of Chinese Whispers.

“They‘ve all joined his side…,” Harry overheard a third year saying, and he turned to stare at Hermione and Ron in horror.

Hermione shook her head, and then scanned the rafters for her owl as hundreds of birds flew down like Spitfires, conducting a synchronised airborne dance.

As soon as her copy of The Daily Prophet had been dropped in front of her, Hermione snatched it up, unwrapping it with shaky hands, and smoothed it down on the table top.

As she read, her face aged visibly, and she nodded, her lips pressed together, before pushing the paper over towards Harry.

‘…The Ministry lost control of the last of the Dementors as they left Azkaban and joined the forces of the Dark Lord. It has been reported that the number of Dementors known to exist in the British Isles has doubled in the last three months. This comes a little after news that the giants and werewolves have also chosen to join his side…’

Harry swallowed and lifted his head, catching Ron trying to offer silent support to Hermione, his hand on her shoulder.

He sucked in a breath, and looked away again, turning automatically to face the top table.

Dumbledore sat in the middle, his expression grim, and he tilted his head, meeting Harry’s gaze, studying him for a long, soul-stripping moment, before giving him a nod.

Harry blinked, ignoring the hopeful stares of the students seated around him, each of them offering him their desperate trust, each of them choosing to believe that if they followed him he would give them what they wanted.

Harry sat a little straighter, pushing his glasses up his nose. Those people were his peers, and he had grown up with them. Even the ones he didn’t like too much deserved to have the chance to live and to thrive.

He watched as groups of girls huddled together like gossiping old washer-women, congregating for support. Boys exchanged wary looks, knowing that it was almost time to put aside whatever childish grudges they held in favour of fighting to protect the people they loved, and their school.

Harry stood up without even realising it, and picked his wand up from the table where he’d dropped it next to his knife and fork. All eyes turned expectantly towards him, the chatter dissolving into the walls.

He pushed a hand through his hair, messing it further, pocketed his wand, and then pulled the sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt down over his hands.

“I’m ready,” he said, not even bothering to cast a sonorous on his voice - they could have heard if he’d whispered. “I’m going to do it.”

The castle and its occupants gave him a collective, albeit reluctant sigh of relief, and in return, he offered his friends a smile.

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2006-12-08T00:17:19Z

Hermione read over her letter again and smiled, letting her head rest against the back of the chair as she stared into the fire.

“What’s made you so happy?” Ron grumbled, as he stomped into the common room and threw himself down onto the couch opposite, his bottom lip drooping into a pout towards his chin.

“Nothing,” she replied automatically, and folded her letter, placing it down on her lap, carefully hiding it with her hands. “I take it the new tryouts didn’t go well?”

“Go well?!” Ron echoed, pulling himself up. “That’s a bloody joke! We’ve gone through four chasers this last week alone; it’s like we’re bloody well cursed!”

“Don’t be stupid, Ronald,” Hermione told him, matter of fact. “This isn’t the DADA position, you know. You’re just upset because of Ginny.”

“Of course I am!” Ron rambled, his anger gathering momentum as it rolled on. “My own sister quitting the team, and all because I’ve sided with the twins…”

Hermione smiled grimly, and leant forward, touching his arm. “She’ll come round. It’s just a shock, that’s all. They’re family; she won’t just refuse to talk to them forever.”

Ron nodded, looking up at her for a moment, and then before she could stop him, reached over and plucked the letter from her lap. He instantly jumped up, and held it high, out of her reach.

“Ron, no!” she pleaded, sounding tired rather than desperate, aware of the argument that was likely to ensue.

He glanced at her, his eyebrows knitting together at the tone of her voice, and then looked down at the letter, pressing his lips together as he read the name at the bottom.

“Bloody Viktor Krum?!” he spat, his face darkening. “I thought you’d gotten over him a long time ago!”

“I have,” Hermione said. “I’m allowed to stay in touch with a friend. Be reasonable, Ronald.”

“Reasonable?! I’ll give you bloody reasonable!” He threw the letter down on the couch, scowling at her. “First my own sister and now you’re betraying me too! What will it be next, Hermione? Harry declaring he’s had enough and he’s going to go and pal up with Voldemort? Malfoy adopting a group of abandoned flobberworms and making them a silk bed? The world’s gone barking mad!”

And with that, he marched to the portrait, and climbed out, ignoring The Fat Lady’s chastising as he walked away.

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2006-12-06T22:51:33Z

“Are you awake?” Fred whispered into the darkness of the dungeons, looking across the room, trying to make out George’s bed.

“You know I am,” came the reply, and then there was a rustle of sheets and a padding of feet across the cold stone floor.

George pulled Fred’s covers back. “Shove over,” he whispered, climbing in, spooning himself behind his twin, pressing his freezing feet against his.

“Ah, bloody hell!” Fred pulled his feet back sharply, grumbling under his breath, and settled back down again, ignoring George’s quiet shaking laughter.

They lay there in companionable silence for a while, listening to the snores of everyone around them, a sudden loud rumble and a yelped ‘Get off me! I’m in love with ‘Mione…’ making them giggle.

“Poor Ronniekins,” George said, careful to keep his voice low. “Think someone’s trying to steal his girlfriend?”

“Hardly stealing, when he can’t even work up the courage to ask her out,” Fred replied.

They laughed again, and Fred rolled over to face George, their noses colliding before they made themselves comfortable, fitting their limbs together easily in the cramped bed.

“Think we’ll survive this?” Fred asked suddenly, the whites of his eyes bright in the gloom.

George shrugged, tugging the covers up over their shoulders. “Dunno. I guess some of us won’t.”

“No, I expect not.” Fred fell silent again, listening to the whistle of Flitwick’s breathing.

“I hate it down here,” George declared after a while. “It’s cold, damp, and there are too many Slytherins.”

“Not to mention we left the school too long ago to be back here again.”

They smiled at each other in the dark, sharing their moment of remembered glory, when they had quit their formal education.

“I’ll look out for you,” Fred continued, his smile fading, ever the protective older brother. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“To us,” George amended. “We’re a team, right? Can’t exactly be a twin with just one.”

Fred nodded, his expression still grim, and pressed closer, his eyes closing. “You’ll stay here tonight, won’t you?” he asked. “In my bed.”

“What about the others?” George whispered back. “They’ll see in the morning.”

“Don’t care,” Fred replied, mumbling into the pillow. “What have we got to lose?”

George sighed, but didn’t reply, his brow wrinkled in thought as he listened to his brother’s breathing evening out as he drifted off to sleep.

What did he have to lose? Nothing really. He curled closer, slinging an arm over Fred, shutting his own eyes.

Nothing at all; just everything.

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2006-12-05T23:37:42Z

Remus began to stir as the dawn rose, the sun causing him to wince as he opened his eyes.

He groaned, burying his face further into his pillow, every single muscle in his body screaming out in protest. He gingerly moved one leg, and then the other, testing them out as he always did after such a night, as if he had to reassure himself that he was human again.

The rusty tang of copper lingered on his lips when he wet them, and he froze, placing the taste.

He reached out a hand blindly, scrabbling on the nightstand for his wand - it wasn’t there.

He came alert then, moving quickly despite the pain, and sat up, his eyes sore as they adjusted to the light. He stood too quickly, swaying for a moment, and then stumbled towards the bathroom.

The light was bright in there, and he cringed before working up the courage to lift his head and look into the mirror.

He stared in horror at the dried blood caking his mouth, crusting along his jaw, and tore his gaze away from his own before he could fully register the rest.

He turned on the taps, cupping handfuls of water, pouring them over himself in a seemingly-futile effort to rid himself of the blood.

“Remus.”

He froze, then spun around, his hand raised as if to strike, banging his hip against the sink.

“Careful.”

Severus reached out to steady him, ignoring his curses, and Remus finally looked up into his face.

“Did I…?” he asked desperately, gesturing at himself, at the blood he knew wasn’t his.

“Yes.” Severus held his arm and helped him back to the bedroom, guiding him to sit back down on his bed.

Remus nodded numbly, digesting it like rotten meat, his stomach flipping over in disgust.

“Is…he…?”

“He’s not dead. Potter’s with him.”

“Shouldn’t you be there too?” Remus asked, looking back up.

“I made sure he was stable. I needed to come back here to give you a healing potion.”

Remus wet his lips again, hating the taste. “You’re a good friend,” he mumbled.

Severus snorted, dismissing the compliment. “We all do what we must.”

“You don’t hate me?”

Severus paused at that, and seconds ticked by, forcing a millstone around Remus’s neck.

“How can I hate you for following your instincts?” Severus finally supplied, providing him with the truth neither of them quite believed.

Remus rubbed a hand over his face, his fingers brushing over all of his scars. “I hate it. I hate that I did this. To him. And to you.”

Severus stiffened at that, staring down at him. “Here is your wand,” he replied, tossing it down on the bed next to him. “I’ll let myself out.”

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2006-12-04T23:51:32Z

Narcissa watched him from her window, where she sat at her dresser, brushing her hair. He was talking with Severus, and she couldn’t make out the words, but she knew from the expression on his face that the conversation certainly wasn’t small talk.

Lucius’s eyebrows rose up to join his hairline, his mouth vanishing in on itself as he stared at Severus in disbelief. He shook his head, which Severus counteracted with a nod of his own, his expression guilty, as if he’d rather be anywhere else but there, delivering his news.

Lucius glanced up at the window, his gaze meeting his wife’s, and Narcissa let out a sharp breath, even though she already knew this would happen. He was grieved, as she knew he would be, despite everything that had happened between him and their son.

She sighed, putting down her brush at the eighty-eighth stroke, abandoning the rest of her routine hundred to race out of the room and down the stairs, flinging open the doors as she stepped barefoot into the snow, wearing just her nightgown.

Lucius looked worse close-up: older; the tiny lines around his mouth that she loved to kiss when they were alone had deepened into hardened furrows.

His hand immediately reached for hers, despite their guest, and she shuddered from the lack of heat in his touch.

“Cissy…” He used her pet-name, and she almost broke right there, splintering across the walkway like one of the icicles that fell from the roof.

She risked a glance at Severus, who was proving to be a better actor than she would have given him credit for, his hands clasped behind his back, his heavy eyebrows knitted together into the sorrow of those who had lost a lover.

“Cissy…” Lucius tried again, and she looked back at him, her eyes wide - not such a hard thing to pull off, seeing the state he was in.

“Draco…he…Severus says he’s dead.”

Narcissa blinked, trying to process his words. She’d heard them a thousand times before, during her rehearsal with Severus when he had visited the previous afternoon, but it just couldn’t compare to hearing them from Lucius’s lips.

She glanced back at Severus, looking for confirmation that it was still to go ahead, and he nodded grimly.

There was no other choice but this, and she sighed, tilting her head back, staring up into the sky, letting the wind burn her eyes until the tears came.

It was now her time to act.

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2006-12-04T01:14:23Z

Albus sat back down after giving his start-of-year speech, and picked up his goblet, taking a sip of pumpkin juice laced with a splash of brandy - just the way he liked it, even if Poppy insisted if he kept it up he would develop gout.

He let his eyes wander around the hall as the usual bustle of the feast began to rumble and the students started to relax. Albus was always interested in how the students behaved when they forgot they were being watched. Cho Chang would gaze wistfully down to where Cedric Diggory used to sit before picking up her fork reluctantly. Ron Weasley, his hair shining out like a beacon, would help himself to some chicken, passing Miss Granger the plate next, despite her sitting three seats down on his right. And little Ginny Weasley, almost in imitation of her brother, would try not to look at Harry, stubbornly staring at her plate until the temptation became too much, and then she would glance over, sigh, and pull her eyes quickly back as if she had been caught stealing.

Albus chuckled to himself, ignoring the look Severus shot him - he should be used to this by now, familiar with the all-seeing role he had taken upon himself, trying to work out each and every student until he’d managed to fit them piece-by-piece into his steadily expanding jigsaw puzzle of war.

Albus finally indulged himself, and swept his gaze back over to his central piece. Harry was eating as he usually did, with too much nervous energy for a boy his age, and a little hesitantly, as if he was embarrassed to be seen taking too much from the serving dishes.

He looked on as Harry smiled gingerly at Ginny, his cheeks darkening as he started chewing on his lip. Albus shook his head at the awkwardness of youth, his eyebrow arching in astonishment as Harry’s gaze flickered over to the Slytherin table, hyper aware of the possibility he may be being watched - both hopeful and nervous about the prospect.

Albus turned his head towards Draco Malfoy, who sat lording it over his table, regaling Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini with an impressive tale, if their adoring gazes were anything to go by.

Feeling someone watching him, Draco’s head shot up, and he found Harry immediately, picking him out from the rest of the red and gold, as if there could only be one person who would ever look at him like that.

Their eyes locked, and an intense wordless exchange took place before it was severed by a Hufflepuff standing up to reach across his table for a bread roll.

Albus stroked his beard absentmindedly, noting Miss Parkinson’s frustration at suddenly having Draco’s attention diverted, and she poked him hard in the ribs until he pulled his gaze back.

Maybe there was something there that Albus could use after all, just when he’d thought at the end of last year that all had been lost. With Voldemort’s numbers growing stronger, he needed all the help he could get.

He gently opened up his mind further, letting Severus probe around his newly formed plan, and then deeper until he hit the memories of cake by the fire in the hospital wing. Then just as slowly, careful not to alert him, he pushed him back out, ignoring his piercing stare.

Indeed, there were many avenues yet to be explored, and he planned to take full advantage of them all.

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2006-12-03T00:11:34Z

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2006-12-01T20:57:24Z

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2006-11-29T22:13:11Z

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