01. video&action.

[scar]

Who: harry potter & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: aboard the ss pathstone
When: feb 25-29. (net) / mar 01. (action)

feb 25-29. fleetwide broadcast.

[The feed starts with a panting boy, not much older than eighteen, a fairly ordinary looking boy, dressed in quite simple attire, the only strange feature being the lightning-shaped scar above a brow. Appearing to have just woken up from what might be a nightmare, he clutches at the mark, squinting as though confused, as if he expects something that isn't quite right. His hand absentmindedly searches for an item alongside him on the bed before plucking a pair of glasses that he places at the bridge of his nose. That's when he seems to notice his surroundings, the blur of his vision finally fading, and he frantically looks about the area.]

Ron!? Hermione!? Hermione! [His voice is panicked, worry swelling from his throat to his words.] Are you — ?

[The feed is accidentally knocked over, shutting off for some moments. When it comes back, it seems a span of minutes has passed and the boy appears much more collected, breathing more steadily. His voice is still slightly shaky but he manages to speak quite clearly.]

Does anyone ... do you happen to believe in, in magic? [A simple question, but it'd narrow down whether he's in wizard or muggle territory.] Or is the word Hogwarts familiar in any possible way?



mar 01. ss pathstone action.

[Considering the number of days he'd spent on the Marsiva, it all happens quite fast when he's teleported away (he wants to believe he's been disapparated, but somehow he has the inkling - and knowledge - that that's not quite it) into a strange room. A bridge, he realizes. He's not quite sure how he knows, but he does, glancing around at consoles and buttons that he's never seen before but somehow don't seem strange at all.

What is strange is the plate in his hand. Something chocolate, it appears, though he isn't too sure if it's safe to eat. Food that comes out of nowhere usually isn't something to be trusted.

Still clutching the plate for the time being however, he glances around, pacing quite slowly and cautiously as if trying to decipher his location. Finally, he speaks, quite loudly despite the hesitance in his tone.] Is there anyone about?

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[passingthrough]

I believe in magic. Though saying that makes me feel like I'm supposed to be clapping to bring fairies back to life or something.

[She tilts her head.] Are you okay? [You don't seem okay.]

[scar]

Clap fairies back to life? [He takes a moment to contemplate that, to consider that before his eyes narrow in bewilderment.] Well, that's not ... quite how magic works, but ...

[But he'll take it. Sighing, he rubs at his forehead, glancing down.]

I'm ... alright. A bit surprised. Confused, mostly.

broadcast; feb 25;

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He'd be a fool not to recognize him.

Oh, he looks a little different-- thinner cheeks, a darker set to his eyes, and of course they're green-- but he knows who this is. He knows, because he's spent hours and hours watching over him as a baby; he's spent ages with his father, so long that he knows James' face just as well as his own. How could he not know who this is?

Still. It takes him a moment-- and then he's grinning, absolutely beaming into the camera.]

Harry?

[scar]

[Harry, however, doesn't recognize the man. Not at first anyway, his eyes growing wide with surprise at being known in such a strange place (at home, yes, it's normal, hearing the glee of Harry Potter! from every excitable or threatening wizard. But he knows he must be far from home and while he's hopeful for a familiar face, he doesn't quite expect one.

And then the gears in his head adjust and the memory begins to piece together. The man is younger, but he's still seen it before. He's seen this face of youth in old memories he had wandered through, but it's an aged version that he knows best, worn with old wrinkles and tiredness as he remembers it. A face he never thought he'd see again.

Especially not at this age.

His eyes soften in a sudden sadness.] ... Remus?

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[princessia]

[ The call urges a small girl with fluffy blonde hair to timidly step out from behind a wall. Elize doesn't look much older than eleven or twelve. She's in a long, plain nightgown that she usually wears when she's spending time on the ship and toting her purple doll in one arm.

She doesn't need to question whether he's a visitor or not. The plate of dessert gives away that he's yet another new crewmate. ]

...I-I'm here. You can eat the dessert. It's okay.

[scar]

[He spins on his heel in surprise, almost attempting to reach for a wand that's usually tucked in his pocket (which he continues to forget is absent now, long since taken away from his arrival). But then he catches sight of her, so small, so young, which should be such an odd thing to find in such a place but then wasn't he himself only eleven when he had gone to Hogwarts, fighting against dark spells and evil wizards? Age hardly says anything about a person's capabilities.

His eyes dart down to the plate when she draws attention to it.] What's it for? What's it ... celebrating? [If that's what this is, anyway.]

Pathstone

[onlyanapple]

[Lucky (or probably unluckily) for Harry, Crowley does, indeed happen to be about when he arrives. The demon meanders through into the bridge to peer at the newcomer. He looks familiar, but Crowley's seen that many faces through the years away from home that he honestly can't place him. ]

Welcome to the Pathstone. You'll probably regret getting this ship, but there you go. Sometimes life gives you lemons that are mouldy and inedible.

[scar]

[Harry examines the stranger for a long time in silence when he wanders in, unsure of what to make of him, really. It's been so hard to judge anyone, even after all of those he'd seen on the Marsiva. From so many different worlds, everyone was strange, really. And that was coming from a wizard.]

Why? What's wrong with this ship?

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[diplomacme]

[ Ron and Hermione must be important people. Padme isn't familiar with everyone on the Fleet, however. But she can tell that they're important to him, and she is sure of one thing.

Kindly: ] This broadcast reaches everyone on the Fleet. If your friends are here, they'll be able to see it.

As for magic, it depends on your definition.

video;

[scar]

[It's a comforting thought, at least. That Ron and Hermione might find him like this. That anyone he knows just might. He'd hardly been here for — minutes? hours? He could hardly tell — and already he'd begun to feel quite homesick.

But she speaks with kindness and even for just this tiny moment, that's almost enough to settle him.]

Wizards and witches, spell casting and that sort of thing. That's the kind I know, anyway.

broadcast - video

[lord_wizard]

[He knows the face simply because this seems to happen a lot. He's never even properly known Harry Potter, just the name and the fact that nearly everyone from his world seems to be connected to him in some way. Not that he's paid attention to the specifics. In some small way he feels incredibly sorry for people like him, that seem to continuously attract the attention of forces like Atroma.]

I know about magic and your school, though don't get too excited, I've never actually been there.

[He'd been to a place that Paradisa made to look like it, to complicate the matter even further.]

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[scar]

[He hadn't made any mention of Hogwarts being a school which is what mostly captures his attention. There's truth in the statement which keeps Harry in a mixture of excitement and caution. It's still a stranger he sees, even if he might know something helpful, best to keep on his toes.]

How is it that you know of it then?

pathstone

[robitussin]

[and natalie, upon hearing and seeing him, pauses in her tracks and stares for a moment. then, being the eloquent girl she is:]

Hoooooooly shit, you're Harry Potter.

[scar]

[Being known is always nice, but Harry's met hundreds who've known his name so it's not quite always a good thing. But her reaction is certainly ... unique from what he's used to. All in all, it prompts a look of surprise with a raised brow.]

I'm Harry Potter. [Just confirming that for her.] You know me then?

voice.

[brainiest]

[ At first, she's terrified. There's a bolt of fear that runs through her, exploding somewhere deep, because this is Harry - the one she remembers, the sweet boy that had been her best friend. She knows, straight away, that she isn't the Hermione he is going to remember and she feels a surge of panic and terror. It's not until she gathers her courage that she really thinks about it... And she knows it won't matter.

It can't matter. This is Harry.

Right? ]

You don't have to shout. I can hear you.

voice.

[scar]

[There's no video attached with this connection but that hardly matters. He knows the voice, one that sends an electric current through him because he'd been in such a panic before, thought her to have been gone and vanished like his other best friend. He thought he'd been alone but no — she's here. He almost stops breathing from the relief of it.]

Hermione! Hermione, you're here. Where are you? Are you with Ron? I thought —

[I thought something had happened to you.]

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[theirinurpants]

Are you - all right?

[ Because honestly, this kid is acting pretty erratic, freaking out and then asking a ridiculous question about magic, as though it's something one believes in, and not just a fact of the universe. ]

Did you hit your head? Do you need a healer?

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[scar]

[He shakes his head first though it isn't until after that he stops to consider whether in fact he is alright. But his body feels fine, no aches or pains, not jolts from his scar, nothing physically hurting. Most of it is mentally connected, really.]

No, I'm ... I'm fine. I didn't hit anything. I'm just trying to figure out if my friends are around.

video.

[intelligently]

I know of Hogwarts, but not because I've been.

( Or is even from their world. Go meeting people that have been to Hogwarts. Or even Harry themselves once upon a time )

And I believe in magic.

( She has magic. The same reasons she met Harry once. Somewhere else )

video.

[scar]

You've heard of it then?

[That's the most he can ask for at this moment, really. That he isn't a complete stranger to this new world around him and that there's still some connection with his home, even if it's just the memory and knowledge of its existence by others.]

Are you a ... a witch? [He's almost hesitant in asking, but if she believes in it, she's either someone who has it or a muggle who hasn't cast it completely out.]

Video

[complicatedliar]

[Bored.] Only a fool doesn't believe in magic.

Though I suppose it depends upon how one defines magics, yes?

[Hogwarts... friend of Remus's perhaps? He'll spy a bit.]

Video

[scar]

Well, there are many who don't. Muggles who don't have a clue.

[Though he does almost agree. Many were like him before he'd learn about magic, not having a clue of its true existence. But there were still a lot like Uncle Vernon who simply tried to outright deny it being real despite having seen the evidence.]

How would you define it?

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[speedboat]

Magic? [ he laughs, a rough bark of a thing. ] Adorable.

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[scar]

[Oh, well that's ... a new reaction. But that laughter sounds like mockery more than anything.]

You don't believe in it. [More of a statement than a question since that's the assumption he's getting.]

[NOT HERE YET] 1/2

[misterprongs]

[ ... oh.

well, if it weren't for the shouting about of hermione and the question of hogwarts, james would already know. how could he not? he's identical. same face, same hair, same mouth, same nose -- but the eyes are different. he's got lily's eyes. and he's clutching at his head for some reason. is that a scar?

what should he do? what should he do, what should he do... he should probably just leave this to remus, remus would handle this better, but this is (probably) his son, and james has some level of responsibility to assure him that he's fine, and -- ]

[Video : Private] 2/2

[misterprongs]

You're just going to jump right into it, are you?

[ dryly, the very picture of someone who is Totally Not Freaking Out On The Inside, and james is fiddling with something that he probably stole from anakin while he sits at the pilot's helm of the paisley, eyes bright -- curious, watching harry with recognition, but james looks young. around the same age as harry. not touched by war. yet. ]

Let me know if people handle magic half as well as a school named Hogwarts, 'cause I've found Muggles around here have a hell of a lot more difficulty with the second part than they do the first.

broadcast - video (late, late, late)

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb cocks his head just a little upon hearing this young man calling lady Hermione's name.]

I believe she is at another ship, ser. [He does not know the name anymore, she said it to him but his memory leaves him for a moment.]

Magic as in a trick? [Lets not speak of sorcery, that would not be wise.]

video (I'M ALSO LATE LATE LATE)

[scar]

Oh, so you know Hermione then?

[It's definitely strange to see this immense number of people that his friend seems to be familiar with that he's never met before in his life.]

Magic as in magic. It can be used as a trick, but not ... well, not always. Not unless you're the Weasley twins anyway.

[Which he regrets saying almost immediately. Because he remembers Fred and something in his stomach feels nothing but an uncomfortable ache.]

Video - Blissfully unaware of everything except magic and hogwarts

[gifted_witch]

Oh! Hello!

[She was beaming at the screen, wide smile and hand raised to wave.

A student at Hogwarts? I am too, well was, before I came here anyway. I'm in Gryffindor, seventh year. Are you settling in alright? Need anything? [A bit over eager for news from home but she wanted to be sure he was getting on well first.]

Oh, manners. [She blushed a bit.] Lily Evans, I'm on the First Breath. Did you come with your wand?

[OOC: Sorry so late, work has been a bear and only now getting to tags]

Video OH NO THIS PAIN

[scar]

[As though seeing James hadn't been hard enough. His heart aches, and he feels his palms grow sweaty. A sharp pain that he isn't sure is mental or physical lurches in his chest and he has to bite hard at his tongue to keep away the threat of possible tears.

Lily Evans.

She doesn't have to introduce herself. He knows who she is, remembers it from Snape's memories, every single flash that allowed him to watch her grow up, from a small child playing high on a swing with her to her sister, to her bickering retorts with her future husband, to her sacrifice —

He sees his own eyes staring back at him, the brightest green, and he knows it's her without her even needing say a word. But he swallows because should he recognize her? Should he let her know? In such a place like this where he can't even tell what's real and what's not. His parents young and full of life again. He must have died for all of this was surely just a pleasant dream.]

Ah, no. No, I didn't. They seem to have taken that away. [He swallows hard.] I'm ... I'm Harry. Also Gryffindor.