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riddlelog2017-09-01 10:16 pm
secondpotter) wrote in riddlelog2017-09-01 10:16 pm
Back from the Future (Open)
Who: Albus and others
When: September 1
What: Albus realizes he's not in Kansas anymore (not that he's ever been to Kansas in the first place, but you know the drill)
Where: Around Diagon Alley
Waking up in The Leaky Cauldron didn't top the list of the strangest things that had happened to Albus Potter in his young life. It didn't even make the top ten (which was saying something). That didn't change the fact that he was damn confused at being in the middle of the pub with no memory of coming there in the first place. His first thought was to blame his brother, James. Perhaps he slipped a Portkey into his bag. The last thing Albus remembered was packing an overnight satchel for his annual "School Let Out, Let's Celebrate" party with Scorpius at Malfoy Manor. It made sense, except, why would James choose the Leaky Cauldron as his destination and not a pond somewhere near home or The Burrow?
A man stood up from the table next to Albus, leaving The Daily Prophet behind. Albus waited until he'd walked a few steps towards the door before he picked it up, the headline having caught his eye. His stomach dropped as he stared at the date: September 1, 1980.
No. It wasn't possible. Well, of course it was possible, it just wasn't probable. Portkeys didn't work through time. Only Time Turners did that, and Albus knew far too much about Time Turners to know that one couldn't possibly have been slipped into his pocket without his knowledge. He scanned the paper, the sinking feeling in his stomach growing worse as he saw the words "Time Deviant" and the call to have them register at the Ministry immediately upon arrival. Well sod that! He wasn't going anywhere near the Ministry, especially not if the Minister's last name was bloody Riddle. Perhaps it was a coincidence - the name wasn't that uncommon - but Albus found it unlikely. What he needed to do was to find more information, to talk to someone, to talk to...
Scorpius. Shit.
Change of plan. He needed to get a message to Scorpius. If he was somehow stuck in 1980 then his best mate was the only person who would know what to do. Next, he was going to need to track down anyone in his family history who would be alive at this point. He and Scorpius had made a list once upon a time, just in case. Lastly, they'd agreed to keep their heads down and mouths shut until they were certain of their surroundings. At least he was prepared this time. Sort of.
He walked out onto the street, already scanning the Alley for a somewhat familiar face. He could feel a growing sense of panic but he stamped it down. He'd done this before and managed to find a way back with everything put right. Albus could do it again, he was sure of it.
[Albus is out wandering around Diagon Alley. Fell free to bump into him!]
When: September 1
What: Albus realizes he's not in Kansas anymore (not that he's ever been to Kansas in the first place, but you know the drill)
Where: Around Diagon Alley
Waking up in The Leaky Cauldron didn't top the list of the strangest things that had happened to Albus Potter in his young life. It didn't even make the top ten (which was saying something). That didn't change the fact that he was damn confused at being in the middle of the pub with no memory of coming there in the first place. His first thought was to blame his brother, James. Perhaps he slipped a Portkey into his bag. The last thing Albus remembered was packing an overnight satchel for his annual "School Let Out, Let's Celebrate" party with Scorpius at Malfoy Manor. It made sense, except, why would James choose the Leaky Cauldron as his destination and not a pond somewhere near home or The Burrow?
A man stood up from the table next to Albus, leaving The Daily Prophet behind. Albus waited until he'd walked a few steps towards the door before he picked it up, the headline having caught his eye. His stomach dropped as he stared at the date: September 1, 1980.
No. It wasn't possible. Well, of course it was possible, it just wasn't probable. Portkeys didn't work through time. Only Time Turners did that, and Albus knew far too much about Time Turners to know that one couldn't possibly have been slipped into his pocket without his knowledge. He scanned the paper, the sinking feeling in his stomach growing worse as he saw the words "Time Deviant" and the call to have them register at the Ministry immediately upon arrival. Well sod that! He wasn't going anywhere near the Ministry, especially not if the Minister's last name was bloody Riddle. Perhaps it was a coincidence - the name wasn't that uncommon - but Albus found it unlikely. What he needed to do was to find more information, to talk to someone, to talk to...
Scorpius. Shit.
Change of plan. He needed to get a message to Scorpius. If he was somehow stuck in 1980 then his best mate was the only person who would know what to do. Next, he was going to need to track down anyone in his family history who would be alive at this point. He and Scorpius had made a list once upon a time, just in case. Lastly, they'd agreed to keep their heads down and mouths shut until they were certain of their surroundings. At least he was prepared this time. Sort of.
He walked out onto the street, already scanning the Alley for a somewhat familiar face. He could feel a growing sense of panic but he stamped it down. He'd done this before and managed to find a way back with everything put right. Albus could do it again, he was sure of it.
[Albus is out wandering around Diagon Alley. Fell free to bump into him!]
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It was such a relief to just make jokes with Albus again. Things had been too heavy for too long. "And that extra partying will somehow set off a chain of events that will doom us all, Albus, come on, you know that." He teases.
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He doesn't think about the fact that perhaps the reason why they're in the past at all is because of something he's done. Hell, it could all be a ripple effect from Fourth Year. Perhaps they had meddled too much, had pushed the limits in which time could be bent and reconfigured. He wasn't sure and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he felt.
"So," Albus says, needing to tear his mind away from troubling things. "Where to first? You've had a week start on me. Fill me in and we'll figure out what went sideways soon enough."
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He winced at the mention of that particular Time Turner. "Maybe we don't need it," he suggests. "There are proper ones in this time. Besides, if that one did exist here we'd be stuck in an elastic loop every five minutes. I'd rather not have 1980 become our new point of origin."
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He didn't much feel like the one person who could put things right again. This felt too big, too complicated, and he was too powerless to do anything about it. Book-smart certainly wasn't enough this time.
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Of course, if it didn't work, if the time they arrived had been changed by this current future... well, they'd know, at least. And that was far better than guessing.
"We can figure this out. I know we can."