The Second Coming of Harry Potter
Who:Harry Potter [eats_snitches] and those eager to find him
WhereMain Hall
When:Just after his arrival
Rating:E for Everyone
Summary:Harry has just arrived at the Mansion, unaware that he has been there before
the Story:
Harry’s fumbled attempt to use the device he’d found shortly after his arrival could not have gone better. Not only was Ron here, but his mum as well! Despite not knowing were he was for sure, this sent a wave of warm relief coursing through Harry’s veins. He forgot his cuts and bruises and felt a smile creep onto his lips. He’d be seeing Ron soon and then Mrs. Weasley would feed them and tell him where he was.
Glancing around at the many Harry Potters reflected in the room’s mirrors, Harry shuddered just a little. He wished they would hurry and find him. This place gave him the cold chills. All these reflections watched him and he could swear that they moved when he wasn’t looking at them directly, much like the portraits at Hogwarts did. However, he had felt nothing but amusement at the moving portraits. Reflections were a different matter altogether.
The other disconcerting thing was the first voice he’d heard talk back to him on his walky-talky device. He did not recognize it, but it seemed to know him very well. It even knew about him and Ron’s crash, though it had just happened moments before. And he claimed to be…Harry shook his head in disbelief…He claimed to be his father.
WhereMain Hall
When:Just after his arrival
Rating:E for Everyone
Summary:Harry has just arrived at the Mansion, unaware that he has been there before
the Story:
Harry’s fumbled attempt to use the device he’d found shortly after his arrival could not have gone better. Not only was Ron here, but his mum as well! Despite not knowing were he was for sure, this sent a wave of warm relief coursing through Harry’s veins. He forgot his cuts and bruises and felt a smile creep onto his lips. He’d be seeing Ron soon and then Mrs. Weasley would feed them and tell him where he was.
Glancing around at the many Harry Potters reflected in the room’s mirrors, Harry shuddered just a little. He wished they would hurry and find him. This place gave him the cold chills. All these reflections watched him and he could swear that they moved when he wasn’t looking at them directly, much like the portraits at Hogwarts did. However, he had felt nothing but amusement at the moving portraits. Reflections were a different matter altogether.
The other disconcerting thing was the first voice he’d heard talk back to him on his walky-talky device. He did not recognize it, but it seemed to know him very well. It even knew about him and Ron’s crash, though it had just happened moments before. And he claimed to be…Harry shook his head in disbelief…He claimed to be his father.