008 - Harry Potter and the Scientists Who Weren't Very Nice [Action]

[cruxofapotter]

[Stumbling back to House #26 is a twitchy teenager. Harry's seen better days - he's bruised and bloodied up after being forced to relive and refight battles from his memories. He's got a definite limp, but he's more determined to get back to his safely warded house than to stop and heal himself. He's keeping an eye out for anything else that might

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[awaitingalbion]

[Out on an errand--the kind of thing that was fast approaching routine despite his recent arrival--Merlin espies the young man and his limp.

He jogs, trying to catch up. He calls out:] Do you need any help?

[cruxofapotter]

[Harry turns around surprisingly fast, wincing as he does so. But his wand is still out defensively.]

Maybe. Who are you?

[awaitingalbion]

[He steps suddenly backwards, expecting a sword but instead...a stick?

Frown. One word answer, delivered with uncertainty:] Merlin.

[cruxofapotter]

[Wait what. Bloody hell, he'd thought the Malnosso had put him back in the village! Meeting a legend does not just happen.]

The Merlin? I don't believe you.

[inabook]

[Here comes your friendly neighborhood healer... isn't this the second time she's found you beat up and wandering town?]

Harry!

[cruxofapotter]

[You look familiar. His expression lightens a little as he sees her, but he must still be sure.]

Estelle. How did we meet the first time?

[inabook]

You were walking around injured just like this.

[taking a step forward - the wand isn't really something she registers as a very dangerous weapon, even though she's seen them being used before.] May I help?

[cruxofapotter]

[At that, he lowers his wand.]

You're real, aren't you? Er... I'd appreciate the help, if you are.

[hisonlytruth]

[She happened to notice a rather beat up looking boy.]

Are you alright?

[cruxofapotter]

[It's someone else unfamiliar, and Harry's still suspicious. Harry's readjusting to reality.]

Relatively. Who are you?

[hisonlytruth]

U-Um, I'm Shirley...

Are you bleeding?

[cruxofapotter]

Shirley, eh?

No. [Well, not as much as he was before.] Did the Malnosso send you?

[cruxofapotter]

[Harry glances over at him cautiously.]

I'm doing just fine, thanks. Who are you?

[cruxofapotter]

Harry Potter. Did the Malnosso send you?

[Lowering his wand a bit, but still cautious.]

/piles on your tagload. With love. and oh yeah [Action]

[aphephobic]

[On his way to visit one wizard, Hisoka crosses the path of a lesser one. Well, now. Apparently for them to meet one had to be bleeding. He approaches Harry briskly, eyes on the outstretched wand.]

Put that thing away before you hurt yourself, Stupid.

It's all good! <3 [Action]

[cruxofapotter]

[It's an odd coincidence of fate, isn't it? Harry glares at him.]

Not on your bloody life.

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[aphephobic]

Look, a Dementor's not going to come jumping out of a bush at you. [Having been recently Imperiused in a controlled environment, it's more important than ever to Hisoka for all non-Draco wizards to be wandless at all times. The whole "Harry covered in his own life-juices" thing is a lesser concern.]

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[cruxofapotter]

It's not the Dementors I'm worried about. [Why couldn't you have been a dream? Harry is lowering his wand a little, but he isn't exactly happy about it.]