Fandom Colliding Timelines 2 ( A HP Multi-timeline RP)

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Sirius had given a big pleased smile, when He saw Remus finally following. Holding his trunk carefully happy to see the other, when He finally caught up to him with a big grin. Climbing aboard the train and went about the isle to find a compartment that they could call theirs for the train ride to Hogwarts. It was a bit weird seeing how generally empty the train seemed to be with the war happening. He was hopeful that somehow once they graduated they would be able to help somehow. The sooner this was over, the safer it would be for all of them. And He cared about all his friends enough for wanting things to be safe for all of them as well. But He knew very well they couldn’t do anything as students. So that was not his main focus at the moment. He just wanted to spend time with his Moony currently. Yeah That was a pleasant thing to focus on in the moment. Just spending time with his friends and make lasting memories at Hogwarts. And especially spending time with his boyfriend.


James gave both of them a smile and wave. “ We’ll catch up later” He called after Sirius and Remus as He waited for Peter to return. He waved back when Peter waved to him and nodded. “ Yes let’s go” He replied cheerfully and steadied his own trunk and tried his help Peter with his when he could even though his own hands were pretty full at the moment as well. Following close behind Peter as the pair of friends finally made their way onto the train. He nodded casually at folks He knew when they passed by them as they got on the train.Easily placing his trunk in the overhead but was going to help Peter but before He could Remus had stepped in. He was thankful that everyone seemed rather keen to help one another. That was a nice thought. He moved to scooch passed all of his friends and settled down into a seat in relief. Ready to go.


When the pair finally got into the compartment, Sirius easily got the trunk put away and happily returned the embrace with a happy smile. Before eagerly returning the kiss with a small hum. It was absolutely really wonderful to have such a soft moment like this without their friends being around. “ It really always is good to see you too “ He whispered softly enjoying every moment that He did get to spend with Remus. He gave a sheepish smile at their friends when the embrace broke as soon as their friends caught up with them. But He was understanding of Remus’ differing opinion of public affection unlike he was. But the other two were aware, it was pretty obvious to see but He wasn’t going to push the issue. Happily enjoying the time of holding Remus’ hand with a big smile. Glancing up at him with a happy flush on his cheeks. It was hard not to notice how sappy and happy these two were. Leaning up to brush their noses together in a fond happy manner. But not pushing it further for the moment. He gave Remus a nod of understanding when He went to go help Peter but waited for Remus and happily intertwined their fingers together once their hands met once more and happily sat down beside him. Leaning his head happily against his shoulder..

 

[Martzi]

1977​

One moment, students were talking to their friends in their compartments, running in the corridors, changing in the bathrooms as the train started on its day-long trek towards Hogwarts. Then, in a fraction of a second, mid-word and mid-step, their surroundings and companions dissolved, the ground disappearing out from under them and the walls from around them. A blur of colors and shapes rushed past each student, giving the impression that they were flying forward very fast. Each student found their ears pounding in an otherwise oppressive silence that even their own voices could not penetrate.

As soon as it had come, it ended. There was solid ground beneath their feet and everything came into focus once more. No-one was where they had been moments before and many had been separated from their companions. But everyone was surrounded by the comfortingly familiar furnishings of the Hogwarts Express – the large compartments with black benches and sliding doors and trunks in the overhead compartments. The sound of disturbed owls hooting and cats hissing could be heard from all around along with the sound of voices. For students were everywhere you looked, crowding the compartments and halls alike, some in their Hogwarts robes and some not yet changed. In fact… it seemed far more crowded than it had a moment ago, perhaps twice as crowded if not more. Outside the windows, students could see that the drizzle from a moment ago had been replaced by a hard rain that looked to have been falling for some time judging by both the force and the puddles.

1993​

It was just a normal ride to Hogwarts, though the air was abuzz with excitement and gossip about Sirius Black, Azkaban’s first and only escapee. As the train left the station, the rain outside the windows was growing thicker, the skies darker, and the wind stronger. Still, English weather will do as it will, and nothing seemed strange. Right up until the instant that people – a whole lot of people, all at once and completely out of the blue - appeared. It happened in the fraction of an instant and, unlike apparition, it didn’t happen in a swirl of cloaks. Rather all at once there were simply people occupying spaces that had been previously holding nothing but air. Suddenly, students had strangers sitting on their laps, or blocking their way by simply standing in the middle of the corridor, mid-way through changing into their robes.

There were people everywhere. If the Hogwarts Express had been full before it was nothing to what it was now, bursting with people. The population must have at least doubled. The newcomers looked to be Hogwarts aged and many were wearing Hogwarts uniforms, but none were recognizable as their peers.

 

[Martzi]

Young Severus Snape

Severus had just settled into a compartment with a few pureblood Slytherins when the world disappeared from around him only to be replaced by a blur of colors and shapes. His wand was out in an instant, convinced someone had cast a spell on him. He was far too used to being jinxed, after all, and his first thought was of Potter and his cronies. Severus hadn't used verbal spells for a year now, so when he cast 'finite incantatem' it was silent. But nothing happened. But all that proved was that this spell, whatever it was, was too powerful for the counter-spell to work. Severus racked his brain for something else to try. But before he had a chance, the world solidified around him again all at once.

Severus found himself standing right in front of a boy who had his wand pointed straight at him. There was a girl next to him with a wand in hand, too. The sight only heightened Severus' certainty that he was being attacked. His heart had begun to pound, sending adrenaline coursing through him. But Severus didn't have a chance to really take the pair in let alone to react before two spells hit him in the back in rapid succession. The first was a stinging hex that made Severus hiss in pain. He didn't have a chance to fully register the welt he could feel forming on his back before the second one hit him, making his whole face break out in pimples. He was barely recognizable anymore, his face covered in welts. But his trademark hooked nose and black eyes shown through, and his general bat-like air remained.

Now aware that there were enemies behind him as well, Severus launched himself away from the boy he'd appeared in front of and over to the window. He put his back firmly against it, wand raised and rotating between the four occupants of the compartment as he braced himself for whatever spells they launched at him next. Severus couldn't identify any of them which was weird in and of itself. Sure, Severus wasn't the most social student in the world, but he could still recognize most of his classmates and at least two of them looked pretty close in age to himself. However, the boys in the compartment were all identifiable even if Severus didn't recognize them. The identical twins who were on their feet by the door of the compartment - the ones who had just jinxed him - were unmistakably Weasleys with their flaming red hair and freckles and worn clothes (not that Severus was judging, his own clothes were in worse shape). And the boy Severus had appeared in front of, who'd had his wand pointed straight at him when the world had suddenly reappeared... well, he looked an awful lot like Severus himself, which made him think that he was a Prince. But Severus didn't go to school with any other Princes - he would certainly have taken notice if he had. The last remaining occupant of the compartment Severus was less sure about. She was beautiful and held herself with the poise of a pureblood - which made sense, if she was indeed sitting with a Prince - and had a brilliant orange and purple snake around her neck. Surely, he would have taken notice of someone like her, or at least of her vibrant and unusual pet? But she didn't look familiar.

Severus did not speak at first. He had no idea what was happening and he wanted answers, but he was also convinced that he had appeared in the middle of a duel and he wasn't about to have a civilized conversation until he was certain that no more jinxes were coming his way.


( Talathel wolfstar )

 

[Martzi]

Young Peter Pettigrew and Regulus Black
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When the compartment and all his friends vanished, Peter panicked. "James?!" He called out, looking to where his friend had been sitting next to him a second ago. But he couldn't hear his own voice, just a silence more powerful than anything he'd ever heard before. "HELP!" Peter tried yelling, truly getting scared now, but his voice was lost before it ever left his mouth. What if he was caught in this whirl of shapes and colors forever? He was already getting a little queasy. This was why he would never be a good flier. With yelling doing him no good, Peter decided to try running. Perhaps whatever was happening was only in his compartment and he could run out and then things would return to normal. It was just as he started running that the world suddenly reappeared, between one instant and the next. Peter didn't have a chance to take in his surroundings before he ran headlong into another boy and they both collapsed to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Peter tried to get up but it really only got them tangled together all the more.

Regulus, on the other hand, was calm and collected. Or at least trying to be. He'd managed to find a compartment to himself and had been reading a book. But he wasn't so absorbed that he didn't notice when the whole world fucking disappeared. He dropped his book and pulled out his wand. "Finite incantatem!" he cried, thinking it was some sort of spell - what else could it be? Anyways, he tried to cry it but either his voice had no sound or he'd gone suddenly and instantly deaf. Fortunately, Regulus had already started teaching himself how to do incantations silently and he tried again. By pure coincidence, it looked like it worked because in that moment the world rematerialized. And, quite promptly, someone ran headlong into him, knocking them both to the ground. Regulus tried to get up but so did the other person, who managed only to make their situation worse. "Would you please stop moving?" Regulus asked rather impatiently. The other person did and Regulus managed to disentangle from him and get to his feet. He started brushing himself off, trying to get the wrinkles out of his robes.

Peter got to his feet as well and gaped when he saw who he'd run into. "Regulus?"

Regulus' eyes widened as he looked up at him. "Pettigrew?" Regulus all but spat the name. He demanded, "What did you do this time, you absolute morons?!" He didn't know what on earth had happened or why he was suddenly out in the corridor. But, since Peter was here, he suspected one of the pranks of his brother's friend group.

"Do?" Peter asked, blinking slowly with a perfectly innocent expression on his face. For once, it wasn't for show - he truly hadn't done anything. He was just as mystified as Regulus seemed to be. "I didn't do anything!" Peter insisted. He almost asked if Regulus knew what had happened before processing that clearly Regulus didn't know either - he was trying to ask Peter the same thing.

Regulus considered Peter for a long minute, squinting at him slightly as he tried to determine if he was telling the truth or not. In the end, he decided that whatever had happened was beyond Peter. From what he understood, Peter wasn't the most talented, magically speaking. Without a word, Regulus turned on his heel and started off down the corridor.

Peter continued to give Regulus his best innocent look - something he quite excelled at even when he was thoroughly guilty - hoping to convey that whatever had happened, he hadn't done it. He was caught entirely by surprise when Regulus suddenly turned around and walked off. It took him a second to recover but when he did he scurried off after Regulus.

Regulus was making slow progress in a very crowded corridor. He glanced back over his shoulder and frowned when he spotted Peter right behind him. "Are you following me, Pettigrew?" he asked accusingly.

Peter blinked innocently at him again, a little surprised that Regulus sounded so upset by the notion. He answered honestly and simply, "Yes."

"Why?" Regulus grated out through gritted teeth. He needed to figure out what had happened! And maybe appearing with Pettigrew was a clue, maybe not. But, either way, he didn't want him around. He could use an ally in figuring out what was going on but not from him, not this thief who had stolen his brother away from him.

"Because I don't know what's happening and if I left you in a dangerous situation, Sirius would never forgive me," Peter answered, still all innocence and honesty. He wasn't about to abandon the little brother of one of his best friends in an unknown situation. There was a war going on, it could be dangerous! And if something happened to Regulus, Sirius would never forgive him. Hell, Peter would never forgive himself. Regulus was a better wizard than Peter, even though he was a year younger. Peter knew that - he'd heard people talking, saying Regulus was the best in his year. But still, Peter had to try to help if he could.

Regulus scoffed at that obvious lie. "Sirius wouldn't give a damn if I died," Regulus retorted with utter confidence. Sirius had seemed to stop caring over the years, but this past summer solidified it - Sirius had left, he didn't care about Regulus.

Peter stared at Regulus as if he'd gone mad. He was silent for a long minute, processing his words. Did Regulus really believe that? How could he believe that? "You don't really know Sirius at all, do you?" Peter finally returned.

"Perhaps not," Regulus admitted under his breath. That was the whole point, though, wasn't it? They didn't know each other; they'd grown too distant. Still, Regulus was sure he was right. Sirius wouldn't have just abandoned him if he'd cared. Regulus groaned and said, "This isn't getting us anywhere." They'd barely made any progress in the crowded corridors. But, more than that, they hadn't found any clues. All they'd done was bicker and Regulus would much rather work out what had happened. So, he slid open the door to the nearest compartment and stepped inside. They could take a moment to sort through what they knew and come up with some theories. And maybe the people inside would have some clues they could work off of.

Peter smiled brightly when Regulus used the word 'us'. Perhaps he was starting to see them as a team! Or, at the very least, he'd accepted that Peter wasn't going anywhere. Peter did wonder about his friends. Had the same thing happened to them? Were they somewhere on the train, too? But for now, he knew he had to stick with Regulus. So he followed him into the compartment.

 

[Martzi]

Young Remus Lupin

Remus had been about to release Sirius' hand in favor of wrapping his arm around him, instead. But just as he'd been about to do so, things got.... weird, to put it mildly. Everything vanished from around Remus, except for Sirius, who's hand he redoubled his grip on. "Sirius, are you -" Remus started to ask, but his voice didn't even make it to his own ears. Remus gulped, feeling a wave of fear. What was happening?! Where had their other friends gone? Suddenly terrified that Sirius would disappear as well, Remus wrapped his free arm around him in an embrace, holding on for dear life. He didn't know what he would do if he lost Sirius, too.

And then, suddenly, it was over. They were in the middle of the very crowded train corridor. Remus released Sirius from the embrace but still held tightly to his hand lest it happen again, or they otherwise get separated. That was the last thing they needed right now. Remus looked around, trying to get his bearings. Some of the students around them he recognized as his classmates, though Remus didn't see James or Peter anywhere. Which was... concerning, to say the least. Others around them were complete strangers. Which was odd - Remus didn't exactly know everyone in the school, but he thought he had a good enough sense of those around him to at least recognize their faces. No, he was pretty sure he'd never seen some of these people around Hogwarts, including some of the ones who looked to be around his own age. Remus glanced up and down the corridor, taking in the people and the decor. Then he glanced through the nearest compartment and out the window - the weather had completely changed. What could possibly have happened to cause all this? The weird sensations earlier when the world had disappeared, their displacement to a different part of the train, the abundant newcomers, the change in weather?

Remus turned his attention back to Sirius. He still wasn't moving - if other people wanted to walk down the corridor right now, they'd just have to move around him. Soon, Remus was going to join the throng of people trying to maneuver the crowded corridor to find his other friends. But one thing at a time - he had his priorities. He took a half step back without releasing Sirius' hand and glanced his boyfriend slowly over, head to toe. He looked like he was evaluating him for damage. Which... he was. He was making sure that Sirius was uninjured but also that he wasn't in any way changed. He had no idea what had happened but, whatever it was, it had thrown everything into chaos and manipulated things that shouldn't be able to be changed. Remus wanted to make sure it hadn't done anything to Sirius. He still looked the same as a minute ago, at least. "Sirius, are you alright?" Remus asked worriedly as his gaze went back up to meet his boyfriend's eyes.

 

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James had finally settled down into the bench and turned to finally chat with his friends, But as soon as He opened his mouth to say something, the whole room went dark and everything seemed to be spinning before suddenly slowing to a halt. He blinked slowly trying to slowly regain his bearings around him. The fuzziness of the room slowly went back to a steady image as his eyes adjusted. What the heck could have just happened? Why did things fade away and fade back. He knew whatever it was, for once it wasn’t his and his friends doing. One minute, He had been sitting down on a bench in a compartment about to chat with his best, closest friends. But the next thing He knew. He was on the floor of a compartment. Glancing around to see exactly where He ended up and see if anything had any sense of familiarity at all.

The compartments seemed to look the same but the first several people, He saw didn’t look familiar in the slightest. He wanted to call out for his friends, but he didn’t see any of them in sight and had for once in his life decided that not speaking was probably the absolute best course of action. Well for the moment. He carefully backed himself up against the compartment door, knowing his wand was in his back pocket and it would be a relatively easy reach. Slowly standing up shakily as his glasses tumbled down his face. “ merlin” He grumbled under his breath feeling around on the floor feeling around till he grabbed his glasses and fully stood up placing the round frames back on his face.. Doing one final glance over everyone in that compartment. Two people for sure, He was most certain that He absolutely didn’t recognize.


It was still weird that absolutely none of his friends were in sight. Where did they all go? Where was He? He had so many questions and didn’t know if he was safe enough to ask them. What in merlin’s beard was going on?! But He continued looking to see whomever else was in the compartment. Reaching behind himself to grasp his wand in case out of his back pocket but not pulling it out. He wasn’t going to preemptively pull it out just in case. Cause lately you never truly knew who was friend of foe. Especially with the ongoing war. But James was one of those I’ll trust you till you do something that shows me you are on the wrong side, so He wasn’t about to jump to any conclusions. But as His gaze slowly trailed to the next person, he froze a bit in shock. The young kid looked eerily similar to him and that was a little crazy wasn’t it. But He didn’t dwell on that for long. Semi-brushing that to the side for now. Moving to glance towards the last individual in that compartment. Not only it was weird that it was an adult but even weirder how similar that man looked to Remus but He figured he must be seeing things or something so He kept quiet and tried to keep his composure even fully backed up against the compartment.

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[Martzi]

Hermione Granger and Adult Remus Lupin

Cameo of Adult Peter Pettigrew (aka Scabbers)
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Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth at what Harry was telling her about Sirius Black, her eyes going wide with horror. She was, truth be told, terrified. She may not have grown up in the wizarding world dreading the name 'Azkaban', but she'd done her research. She knew that Sirius Black was the first person to ever escape Azkaban. He must be an incredibly powerful wizard to manage what countless dark wizards before him had failed. And this incredibly powerful wizard was after Harry?! Of course, sure, he'd faced Voldemort, who had to be worse. But that didn't exactly mean he was invincible. It didn't work like that - surviving three times didn't guarantee your survival another time. If you thought about it statistically, the odds of achieving the near impossible stayed the same no matter how many times you did it. And she knew Harry - he was constantly getting into trouble. Okay, so she was too, ever since she befriended him, but that didn't make it any better!

Hermione slowly lowered her hand to speak, to emphasize how important it was that he be really, really careful this year, when Harry spoke again. She rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. Honestly, it was like Harry didn't even know them! She would have been more offended, but she thought it was likely that his uncertainty had more to do with his upbringing than with Ron or herself. He wasn't used to having people who would stand by him. But she always would. She and Ron both, she knew. Sooner or later, Harry had to realize that. "Oh, honestly, Harry, don't be so ridicu-" Hermione started to say just a tad impatiently.

But she cut off with a soft yelp as someone appeared on the floor of their compartment out of absolutely nowhere. A someone who looked.... incredibly familiar. Hermione had seen his pictures in books before, but she'd also seen his likeness in Harry Potter every single day of school. She watched him get to his feet with wide eyes. "You're... you're James Potter...." she said in a very quiet voice. It wasn't a question - she knew that face. But that didn't mean she understood what was happening. James Potter was dead. He also wasn't school-aged. And, from the sounds out in the corridor, something was going on out there as well. She wanted to peak outside to get more information but James was blocking the door and he looked like a deer in headlights at the moment. He was clearly gripping his wand with the hand reached behind his back and she thought it best not to startle him. Hermione glanced briefly at Harry, worried about how he was taking this, but her attention quickly went back to James. Judging by his expression she kind of doubted he had answers. But might as well at least try. "How... how are you here?" It was evident from Hermione's sharp gaze that she was thinking intently, trying to work this out.

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At the words 'you're James Potter' a little rat face poked out of Ron's pocket. Just for an instant, barely long enough to glance around, before disappearing again. Was he finally going mad from spending so much time as a rat? Wormtail wasn't sure. All he knew was that he felt a sense of immense relief, like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. James was alive. Wormtail hadn't killed him. But no, James was definitely dead and he wasn't seventeen, either. And then the relief started to ebb. If this was James, he would instantly recognize Wormtail. He might even know that Wormtail had been the Secret Keeper, though he looked too young to know that. Wormtail would be sent to Azkaban for life, given over to the dementors. Wormtail shivered a little at the thought. Even in rat form, it was terrifying. So, Wormtail resisted the urge to jump up out of the pocket to embrace James. On the contrary, he burrowed down deeper into the pocket to make sure he wasn't seen. But his ears were perked up, listening to every word.

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Remus woke to the sound of a scream in the hallway. Years of war made it instinct for Remus to reach for his wand even as he woke from sleep, even all these years later. By the time his eyes opened, his wand was already in his hand and he was halfway to his feet. He would have gone into the hall to see what was happening but when he looked to the door of the compartment - James. There stood James Potter, looking to be about seventeen years old. And that was shock enough to stop Remus cold. He just stood there; hearing Hermione speak as if through a long tunnel. James. James, his best friend. James, who he'd lost twelve years ago. James, who his own fiancé had betrayed to Lord Voldemort. James, who he still dreamt about.

And then his brain finally kicked into gear. He had reason to believe that this was not, in fact, James. Because James was dead. And also not seventeen. And he knew what to do when he thought someone was impersonating a friend. The war had taught him that much, at least. Remus stepped into the small walk space between the two benches, positioning himself so that he was between James and the three students in the compartment - who, Remus was just now realizing, included Harry. He wanted to take a moment to process that. He hadn't seen Harry since he was a toddler, and he was so big now! And Remus had missed so much of his life. And also - who was impersonating James in front of Harry?! That pissed him off, that someone would mess with the Harry's head like that. But Remus didn't have the time to process any of that right now.

Remus threw his left arm out to try and shield the kids from view and raised his wand to point at James. He didn't care that James had his hand on his own wand. In fact, that made it all the more pressing that Remus be able to block any spells the likely imposter shot at him. For an instant he tried to think of a question and then he settled on, "What's your favorite kind of chocolate?" Remus hadn't used that question much during the war - he felt it was too predictable for him. But he was still a little - okay, a lot - in shock, and it was the first thing that came to mind.

 

[Martzi]

Phoenix Doyle

Phoenix had been sitting with Callie for a while by the time it happened. Long enough to get absorbed by their book. Phoenix was the kind of person for whom, when they got really into a book, the whole world disappeared only to be replaced by the one they were reading about. It was to such an extent that Phoenix didn't even notice when the compartment disappeared around them - they had already been utterly oblivious to it for some time. There was no sensation of flying, no blur of colors, no oppressive silence. Only the world of the 1500's. Until, that is, they were pulled out of their book with an unpleasant jerk by the sudden sensation of a person beneath them.

Phoenix lowered their book with a slight frown as they looked around them, taking a second to reorient themself as they came back to the real world. They became aware that they were in a whole new compartment on the other side of the train. Across from them Callie had disappeared, only to be replaced by a different student reading a book, a brown-haired boy with dark eyes. They didn't think they had ever met the boy, though he looked to be around their own age. And out the window, the weather had changed slightly into a heavier rain. Though that could have happened just while they were reading. How on earth had Phoenix wound up here? They hadn't moved - they'd just sat in one place ever since they'd opened their book! Right? Could they have been sleep-walking? Or more like sleep-reading? They'd never done it before but there was a first time for everything.

And then Phoenix registered properly what had brought them out of their book - they were sitting on someone's lap. How the hell had that happened?! "Sorry, sorry," Phoenix said, hastily sliding off the person's lap and into the seat next to them. It wasn't their fault they'd invaded the person's personal space - they had no idea how they'd wound up here - but they probably could have moved a little faster, if they hadn't been so dazed and confused.

Phoenix took a moment to take in the boy whose lap they'd appeared on. He was another stranger who looked to be their own age, with dark-brown hair and hazel eyes. Phoenix glanced between him and the other occupant of the compartment and asked uncertainly, "I don't suppose you know how I got here?" Perhaps they'd seen something they had missed, absorbed as they had been in their book.

( Zombie. wolfstar )

 

[Martzi]

Callie Simpson

Callie was rather less oblivious to the world around her while reading. The instant the world disappeared into a blur of shapes and color, she closed her book neatly on her lap, hands folded on top of it as she looked around. She didn't pull out her wand, not yet. Instead, she simply waited a minute to see if it would pass. Sure enough, it did, well before she would have been inclined to draw her wand.

All of a sudden the blur of shapes skidded to a halt, leaving behind a compartment. Small details told Callie it was a different one than she'd been in a moment ago, with the trunks in a different location, a scratch on the seat beside her. Across from her, Phoenix had disappeared. They had been replaced by a different student, one Callie had never seen before. With all the time they spent in the Hospital Wing, Callie saw most students at some point or other. And she had a truly incredible memory so she rarely forgot them. But... maybe this girl was a new transfer student from a school abroad? She had a kit with string out next to her and seemed to be weaving them together.

"I have no idea how I got here," Callie admitted with her usual bluntness, getting straight to the point. "Do you?" she asked hopefully. She didn't think the girl had done anything to land her here - the girl didn't even have her wand out, so how could she have? But surely there was a reason why Callie had wound up in this compartment specifically? But then Callie tilted her head to the side, processing the sounds around her. It seemed like there was chaos in the corridor and other compartments as well. "Though I suspect it's related to whatever's happening out there," she admitted, getting to her feet to poke her head out in the corridor. She saw some classmates she recognized out there but also plenty she didn't. Which was unusual. She turned back to the girl in the compartment and asked, "Where did all you new students come from?"

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With a small jolt and some strange shift, where reality seemed to break and then settle right back, Spica saw that this Tyrane Crouch was not there, though Tyrane had just been speaking to him. Maybe worse, Dana was not there either. Instead, four others who he had not met were in that compartment with him.

"Is this a sample of the transformation?" Spica asked.

 

[Zombie.]

HOUSE: Gryffindor

ERA: Golden Trio

LOCATION: A train compartment

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MENTIONS:
Hermione, Ron, James, Remus

INT:
The above

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TLDR: When someone that looks exactly like a younger version of his deceased father appears in the compartment, Harry can't find the words to speak.

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harry potter

The Boy Who Lived.

Part way through Hermione's response to his news, all of a sudden and very seemingly out of nowhere, a fifth person (sixth, if one were to include the Animagus hiding in Ron Weasley's pocket) materialised into the compartment. More specifically, he had materialised onto the floor of it. The compartment door hadn't opened—Harry was sure of it—yet somehow, the young wizard that Harry now watched very carefully had made his way into the room without anyone else seeing how he'd done it.

Blinking hard a few times to make sure he was really seeing what was in front of him, Harry initially assumed he hadn't put his contact lenses in properly after all, and had just been... Imagining that his vision had been fine up until that moment. No. That couldn't be right. His vision wasn't blurry at all, yet the young wizard that appeared just seconds ago looked exactly and unmistakably like his father. The only problem with that was that his father was most definitely dead—let alone young enough to be a student. The adult that had previously been sleeping in the compartment got up impressively quickly after being woken by the commotion on the train.

Harry's mouth opened as if he were about to say something, but after a moment of hesitation he closed it again, instead just furrowing his brow. He might have been fooled by deceptive magic a few years ago when he gazed into the Mirror of Erised, but now he at least knew to remind himself not to fall for such nonsensical illusions. It sounded easy enough, but when Hermione quietly addressed his father's apparent twin by name, Harry's eyes couldn't help but momentarily glisten with hope in its purest form as he waited for the intruder to speak.

He knew it was naïve of him to hope even for a moment that there was an ounce of truth to Hermione's remark—but he couldn't help it. There wasn't a day that went by he didn't long for his parents. Harry thought about following up his friend's question with an 'Are you really... him?', but if he asked that, there would have been a chance the answer would've disappointed him.. So he remained silent, his perplexed blue eyes not once leaving the male's face. By the sound of it, their compartment wasn't the only one that had received a visitor.

When the wand-bearing adult positioned himself between them and the intruder, Harry found himself slowly standing up too, as if being on his feet would somehow either help him make more sense of things or ready him for whatever was about to happen. Which, in that moment, could have been anything. The scene in the compartment was tense, but at no point did Harry feel the urge to reach for his own wand. Perhaps that was naïve of him too, allowing something that was most probably the result of trickery to lower his guard—and not even an hour after Mr Weasley had very specifically warned him to keep it up.

Harry never could have foreseen that the first thing he'd have to be cautious towards was his own deceased father.

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