[re-introducing Harry Potter]

[phoenix_wand]

It's a cold, damp evening at the Mansion, not long after sunset. It was raining earlier, and there's a heavy fog covering the grounds, which, in addition to making the place quite a bit wetter than usual, gives everything a rather mysterious, eerie look, even more than usual

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[loonyradish]

And what better of a person to open the door and greet him than good old Loony Luna Lovegood, who hasn't quite significantly changed for either the better or the worse since the war?

She smiles at him, the same perpetually faint and dreamy expression still on her face. "Hello, Harry."

[phoenix_wand]

"Luna!" Harry's surprised to see her, but maybe less surprised than by most of the other people who could've opened the door. "What are you doing here? What am I doing--where's here? ...and, um, can you let me in? It's really cold out here."

[loonyradish]

"I'm not quite certain, because you needed to be here, perhaps? -- somewhere that definitely isn't England, and of course--" She replies calmly, stepping aside and gesturing into the Mansion.

[phoenix_wand]

"Thanks," he says, a little dazed by the slew of answers, and limps into the foyer.

"Bloody--what is this?" he says, gaping around the opulent, lavishly-decorated room. "Besides not England, I mean."

[killmeinstead]

"Hello?" Lily calls back, moving towards the door and opening it, slowly. Her eyes are bright...a striking green color and almond in shape and long red hair falls to her shoulders.

There's a baby in her arms and she watches the new arrival with familiarity, almost afraid to ask if he is, in fact, Harry Potter.

[phoenix_wand]

Harry doesn't need to look twice. Though he has never seen it in the flesh, this face, along with another, even more similar to his, is forever burned into his memory. He steps forward, awkward on his injured ankle, mouth hanging open.

"Mum?"

[killmeinstead]

"Harry!" And relief floods her features and she smiles a dazzling smile and moves to take him into one of her arms, the other still supporting the redheaded child. "You're hurt. Sit down, I'll fix it..."

"Are you all right? What happened?"

[phoenix_wand]

"How are you...?" he stammers, dazed, and trips towards her, hesitating just a moment before hugging her tightly.

"It's--it's nothing, really, I just sort of crashed my broomstick a little bit," he mutters, emerging from the embrace with a suspicious dampness around his eyes. "Nothing really bad...But--you--how are you...here?"

[sweariwontdie]

He's reluctant to speak at all. Armand studies the young wizard, then nods. Poor Draco. This one was completely different. Now to keep his mouth shut about it.

"Bonjour," he says, trying to make his voice more audible than he's inclined. "You haven't been here before, have you?"

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[phoenix_wand]

"Been here before? I don't think so. I guess I'd know better if I knew where here was, but -- no, I don't think so." Harry looks, to put it mildly, lost. "...am I in France?"

[sweariwontdie]

Now that the conversation turned there, Armand could relax. He smiles. "No, not France, though that is where I am from. The Mansion, a place between other places I suppose you could say. I'm sure there are others who can explain better than I can."

He bows. "I'm Armand St. Just."

[phoenix_wand]

Harry frowns. "Between other places? That sounds like--" He breaks off. "...er, nice to meet you, Mr. St. Just. I'm Harry Potter."

[earnedaplace]

You'll have to excuse Teddy for staring. It's been weird enough here so far without seeing his godfather being younger than him. "Harry?"

[phoenix_wand]

Harry wheels around, stumbling a little and leaning on his broom for support. He's used to being recognized, that's nothing new, and also used to being recognized by complete strangers. Of course, they do usually add his surname. "That's me," he says, unnecessarily, almost - but not quite - falling into the old habit of flattening down his bangs over his notorious scar. "Er, sorry, but do I know you?"

[earnedaplace]

"It's -- me. Teddy."

[phoenix_wand]

Harry looks baffled. "I only know one Teddy," he says. "But that can't be you, he's not even a year old yet. I think you must be thinking of someone else, sorry..."

[eyrienprince]

Have a Lucivar, who sees the ominous looking shape and is immediately on his guard. He moves closer, silently, until he realizes that it is, in fact, a rather ordinary looking boy. "That depends on who you're looking for," he says in a very mild voice, still wary.

[phoenix_wand]

"Oh--er--anyone, I guess," says Harry, a little startled. He has his wand out but at his side - ready to fire off a spell at any moment, but not overtly threatening. Yet. "I was out flying, playing Qudiditch with some of my friends, but this storm came up and I got swept off-course, and I don't know where I landed..."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar notes the wand and puts up a shield of his own, rustling his wings. "Playing what?"

[phoenix_wand]

"Quidditch," Harry repeats. "You know, the one and only wizarding sport, best game in the world, really; sort of like football on broomsticks? Quaffles, Snitch, Bludgers, all that?"