Cell 5: Rydiger Von Heap

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

*Says witheringly*

I'm his mother.

[Rydiger von Heap]

No, seriously.

*Wants a honest answer.*

Answer honestly... No? Okey, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1:

*Starts to tell a twisted life storry just to pis her off.*

I was born at a small village south of Berlin, in Germany. In my opinion, my parents always expected to much of me. It was as early as 1926, so you can count yourself, and guess how old I am. I belive it was my father who ment I was the big disappointment. You see, he was a famous and powerful Duelling Champion, and expected me to have the same talent for combat magic as he did. Or at least, that's what I think. It all started when I was born and grow up to be quite a charming young man. Well, anyway, my mother on the other hand wasn't that strict. She was kinder, but she didn't want to leave my father who both physically and mentally abused me. Who knows, perhaps she was afraid she would miss the sex, or something. It was hard times, at the time, and as young, my family was very poor, at least until I was five, when my father was made millionaire after buying a few lottery tickets. Let me tell you about my education, it started in Norway, in a school called Durmstrang Institute for Magical Education. The Highmaster, which is the norwegian counterpart of Headmaster, was named Sodoria Flewh. I remember him as an old goat, actually. Always looking for reason to expell students. He hated children, so why he became a teacher in the first place is a mystery to me. Well, some of the other professors was professor Hansen, professor Styx, professor Floyd, professor Maltasar, professor - *Stops.* Why do I talk about my teachers! I should tell you about my education, well, I took many subjects during my time at the school, and let's see... Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Alchemy, Herbology, Magical Zoology, and on and on. And the Dark Arts teacher was my Favourite. An old theoretical guy who made us read a text book rather than teaching us Dark stuff... Now, let's see. Yes! It's time for a dramatic pause.

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Where was I? Oh, typical I completely forgot! Oh, dare, I'm afraid I have to begin all over again!

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

*Yawns*

And my father is an elephant, and my mother was a small tray of raspberry puddings.

*Rolls her eyes*

Lucius is merely someone whom I admire for having rather lovely hair. I contacted him some time ago asking for hair care tips. That's all.

[Rydiger von Heap]

Oh, boy. I have to start all over again! Let's see...


I was born at a small village south of Berlin, in Germany. In my opinion, my parents always expected to much of me. It was as early as 1926, so you can count yourself, and guess how old I am. I belive it was my father who ment I was the big disappointment. You see, he was a famous and powerful Duelling Champion, and expected me to have the same talent for combat magic as he did. Or at least, that's what I think. It all started when I was born and grow up to be quite a charming young man. Well, anyway, my mother on the other hand wasn't that strict. She was kinder, but she didn't want to leave my father who both physically and mentally abused me. Who knows, perhaps she was afraid she would miss the sex, or something. It was hard times, at the time, and as young, my family was very poor, at least until I was five, when my father was made millionaire after buying a few lottery tickets. Let me tell you about my education, it started in Norway, in a school called Durmstrang Institute for Magical Education. The Highmaster, which is the norwegian counterpart of Headmaster, was named Sodoria Flewh. I remember him as an old goat, actually. Always looking for reason to expell students. He hated children, so why he became a teacher in the first place is a mystery to me. Well, some of the other professors was professor Hansen, professor Styx, professor Floyd, professor Maltasar, professor - *Stops.* Why do I talk about my teachers! I should tell you about my education, well, I took many subjects during my time at the school, and let's see... Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Alchemy, Herbology, Magical Zoology, and on and on. And the Dark Arts teacher was my Favourite. An old theoretical guy who made us read a text book rather than teaching us Dark stuff.

I remember him quite well, actually. His name was Fabian McMester. I belive him to be a non-dark wizard who teached Dark Arts, so it was quite som irony involved. Did you know that unlike Hogwarts, we went to school in eight years and not seven? And if you wish, you can stay one more year to study a subject you find interesting. I chosed to stay and study Alchemy. Alchemy is a magical science. The best known goals of the alchemists were the transmutation of common metals into Gold or Silver, the creation of a Panacea, a remedy that would cure all diseases and prolong life indefinitely and the discovery of a universal solvent. You can clearly imagine how Alchemy therefor is a sentral part when it comes to the theory and advanced science of Magical Medicine, which is the branch of magic that is my specialty. Now, let me tell you about this branch I love so much. The reason is not because it helps people, but because it gives my brain a challenge. I like to solve puzzles, and medicine can constant test my abilities and skills.
I remember it as it was yesterday, how proud I was when I went out of Medical School with an "Outstanding" in every subject. While a guy named Herbert Didrikson tried to sabotage my exam. Childish behaviour, don't you agree? He was caught by our Headmistress when he was standing by the door, shoting spells to make my notes fly all around in the room, while I tried to get them down, and he was expelled for it. And -

*Stops to see an reaction.*

[Arnie Peasegood]

*He had enjoyed the to and fro for a while and remained silent, secretly siding with ophelia but had grown extremely bored during rydigers first story and left safe in the knowledge that the annoying idiots leg would continue troubling him.*

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

*Yawns*

Too long, didn't listen. Brevity is the soul of wit, little lambkin, maybe learn to summarise?

[Rydiger von Heap]

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The next night, he had sitted completely clam in his cell, and don't said a word. His face was shining with sweatyness, as he tried not to scream of pain, since his leg was just getting worse and worse. He knew now that this moron who played Law Enforcer did not want to co-operate. He knew also that when morning, Peasegod would have guarded them in exactly 24 hours. Who wouldn't be tired after that? He had also discovered that between the replacement of the guards, they probably had a fifteen minute break. More than enough to do what he planned to do.

Next afternoon, he heard the lift come and go. He smiled. Peasegod was gone. He limped to the wall and tried to listen to Ophelia. And then, he smiled. As he had forseen, the vampiress had fallen into what was called a Vampire Sleep. He could easily hear it wasn't a fake. It was impossible to wake up from it, if not someone woke you up on purpose. It wasn't like normal human sleep. He had seen it before. When it was daytime, a vampire is asleep, often in theif coffin,, in a lifeless state where they looked dead, and their eyes was wide open and looked empty and unused, just like when you are looking in the face of a corpse. He limped to the bars and grabbed them. And whispered:

"Hear my voice, you greatest of the greatest. You Master of Darkness, you who posess power that is equal to no one. I call upon you, not as an command, nor order, but as a shout of despair. I call upon you, Lord Voldemort."

He smiled. The Taboo broke through the protections, as he knew it would. If this didn't work, nothing would.

[Lord Voldemort]

<He sat in his lair, searching and studying, looking for the things he craved and plotting how to obtain them. Suddenly, the taboo was broken. Some fool had uttered his name and opened their mind to him. He knew where they were, could see through their eyes, could read their thoughts like a book.>

<The man Rowle had brought before him recently was in a cell, pleading for his help. He had no time for whelps in distress. Especially those who were no part of his army. Reading the fools thoughts, he felt a punishment was deserved for disturbing his peace.>

<He implanted a vision in the mans head: He showed him the image of Alastor Moody killing Heaps son in battle.>

<With that, he closed off his mental connection and continued his work.>

[Arnie Peasegood]

*He arrived at the cell block once more carrying a small package from Lucius Malfoy.*

*He slid it through the slot in the bars and left without a word.*

*Attached was a note.*

This package contains some Star Grass Salve.
Rub it into painful areas and the discomfort will ease.

Security will not allow your muggle remedies to be accessed.

Your trial draws near. I suggest you focus your energies on readying yourself for it.

L. Malfoy

[Rydiger von Heap]

*Writes an answer.*

Dear Lucius:
The idea would work if it wasn't for that the damage is inside the leg.
This is an large-scale neurological damage, which wizarding cures have all from poor to no effect at all. But thanks for trying to get me my medecine. You can tell them that I have an legal recept for it.

- Rydiger von Heap.

[Arnie Peasegood]

*He approached the cell, feeling a little anxious that the day would go well.*

*He unlocked the cell door and nodded, with his wand in hand in case Heap tried anything.*

It is time.