driftfleet | 01. video&action.

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01. video&action.

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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[ 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.

[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.]

[ The relief she feels is sickening, ridiculous, almost, and it thrums through her like an attack. She breathes out, gathering herself and tucking all the dark and dangerous feelings away, feeling herself hurt and ache even as she shoves it to one side - because what else can she do, what else is she supposed to do when she's feeling lost and adrift?

She's changed, and Harry might not recognise her. Not when he sees her properly, sees her face. ]

I'm here, on my ship - it's the Vanquish. Ron isn't here, though, at least, I haven't seen him...

[ She breathes out. ]

I'm so glad you're here.

[Her voice is still the same as he knows it and in contrast to Hermione's panics, it sprouts warmth in him because he knows it's her. He speaks between swallows and sharp gasps, as though finding her had somehow shot all the air through him. It's the best news he's had since his arrival.

Still no word of Ron, but if he finds Hermione, it's a bit more hopeful that his other friend would come around too.]

Your ship. [Such an odd way of saying it.] How long have you been here?

Just over a month or so. It hasn't been that long.

[ This time. She's terrified of swapping to video, terrified of turning back to the camera and letting him see what has become of her - but at the same time she's brave, she's proud, and she holds her head up high. She'll wait for him to ask. What other choice does she have?

It's Harry. ]

Where are you?

[A month. Strange to have just seen her and for her to appear to be here for quite some time (though little does he know), but time could be a strange thing for wizards. Perhaps he'd just been asleep for an entire month without having been aware otherwise. Wherever he was, there was hardly a way to explain most of it.]

The, ah, the Marsiva, I've heard. The closest thing I can compare it to is the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts, but there's a lot more ... stuff around. [Strange equipment and such, but part of him in some odd way almost doesn't find it strange at all.]

I just woke up here. How do I get to you?

[ A month here, she thinks, and years in the Drabwurld with a Harry that had changed and grown, just as she had. It takes her a few moments to push herself back together but then she tilts her head up, looking over at the camera and hesitating for a moment.

It's going to happen sooner or later. She needs to be in control of it, and in control of his reaction. ]

Oh, the Marsiva. You'll start there and get transferred to your own ship eventually. As soon as you know which one you're on I can come and see you - or you can change it over to video, if you like. I don't mind.

[ She does, of course, but - it's alright. She can manage. She has to manage. ]

Oh! The video —

[He doesn't think he'll know how to actually change the settings but he does, some inner instincts telling him exactly how to manage the shift with ease. He still looks as he does just moments ago, untidy hair and glasses slightly skewed, along with that smile of relief of knowing his dear friend is here, even if he's still unaware of what state she's in, the video still only set on his side, waiting for her to do the same.]

I'm not exactly presentable. I hope you don't mind. [He knows she wouldn't, smirking at the line, but it's the usual lightheartedness that comes with their friendship that can never quite simmer away.]

[ Hermione is hesitant before she switches her own over, worried about his reaction and what he was going to say, but - it's Harry just as she remembers him, messy hair and bright eyes, that awkward little grin that she recognises from years and years in the common room. Familiarity bursts inside of her and she stops hesitating, swapping her own feed to video.

Of course, the Hermione he sees is entirely different.

She's older, for one, three years - not just in her features but in the way she holds herself, a little more confident, the wisdom in her eyes a little harrowing for how young she is. The marks along her jawline and against her neck he'll recognise, too, werewolf scratches and nips that have scarred her there for life, inescapable even though she doesn't transform. The final, obvious change is the large scar from above her left eyebrow down across her cheek, marring her and twinkling a little, silver brushed over her skin. ]

Neither am I. I hope that's okay.

[He can't help it, his eyes widening with surprise when he glances upon her face. It's Hermione, he knows that, but there's so many differences from the time he'd last seen her just after the Battle of Hogwarts.

They've gotten plenty of injuries before, even severe ones that they'd managed to heal because the exceptional abilities of wizardly healing were so high. But he knows that not all scars heal, not when done with dark magic or other unique means, he knows that more than anybody, the one he's had since he was a boy still so clear over his brow. But if there's a comparison here, he might say that hers are closer to Bill Weasley's after the attack from Fenrir Greyback.

The scars are hardly fresh and his eyes fall over the large one that runs over her eye. Could all this have really happened within the month? He doesn't even look eighteen anymore.]

Hermione. Hermione, oh ... [His voice is pained with worry as he swallows, a slight hint of anger beginning to grow beneath the sudden sharpness.] Who did this to you? Who hurt you?

[ For a moment, she feels a prickle of shame - his reaction is entirely what she had expected, the shock and surprise and the touch of horror, but she also knows that it's because it is sudden, it isn't something he expected. The shame is soon replaced with pride, her head tilting up as she gathers her courage and her determination, nodding her head once. She isn't upset by her scarring, not anymore; she's long since accepted what it is and what it means. ]

The one on my face, here - [ She draws a finger across the largest of her scars. ] - is from a woman named Alyosha. I broke a vow and failed in my duty and, instead of killing me, she gave me this. As a reminder, so I wouldn't forget and I would learn from my mistakes. These...

[ Her fingers touch the werewolf marks and she shakes her head. ]

I think you recognise them. Bill had his own fair share, didn't he?

[The true effect is the guilt. Because Hermione had been hurt, Hermione had been scarred, and he hadn't been there for her. She looks different in all senses of the word. Aged might be a good one, though he can't possibly tell if it's due to the scars or some other convenience in her skin, her eyes. She's faced dark times, he knows that, but did she always look like she's taken on the world.]

Hermione. [He's almost speechless, the words trapped in his throat like he's trying to find something to say, as though he's meant to understand all of this, but he doesn't. How did this happen?]

But how did ... Fenrir Greyback? Or another one? When did this happen?

No, it wasn't - it wasn't at home. If it was Fenrir I wouldn't be just scarred.

[ Hermione shakes her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. It's hard, and it hurts, but she manages to pull herself together and tilt her head up, forcing herself to be strong. Harry is suffering too and he doesn't deserve that - she wishes she could just magic away the pain and the hurt but she knows she can't. Experience has taught her that time and time and time again and now she's standing in front of him, sort of, feeling like a first year all over again. ]

I was in a world before this one, a place called the Drabwurld. It was like a muggle fairytale, Harry, with faeries and kings and queens, all that sort of thing. There was another war, and... I had to take part. That's how it happened. I was there for three years.

[ She wasn't alone, at least; a version of Harry was there, and she had Remus, and she's never been so glad to have someone at her side in her life. ]

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