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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[The video opens on a close up of a messy head of black hair, along with a pair of brown eyes and glasses staring fascinated at the camera, grinning broadly.]

This thing is brilliant! On my way to detention with Filch, then I end up here? I’ll take that any day. Figuring out Muggle contraptions is loads more fun than polishing trophies for the five hundred and eleventh time. Though I suppose he could have had something more evil in mind, he had a suspciously creepy smile when I saw him last time. [He pulls the camera back and tugs at his dogtags thoughtfully, then runs a hand through his hair, which just serves to make it even messier.]

Can’t say I’ve ever ended up in America before, and I can’t apparate yet, so I s’pose ...[There’s a little pause.] I don’t suppose there are any wizards here? Or anyone that knows how to get me back to Hogwarts?

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[natureinblood]

[He sounds mildly dazed. Recognizable, but still a little different.]

Oh, there's a few...






Hello, James.

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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

...Alright, Remus?


Really? Who else is here?

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[natureinblood]

Just a bit surprised.

[He laughs. It may be to hide the fact that he could just as easily cry.]

Sirius and... I think it's best he explain himself.

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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

...Should I ask why, or are you going to be mysterious? ...To both of those answers, really.

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[natureinblood]

The Porter works in mysterious ways and tends to defy the rules of time and reality. I'll explain what I can.

Where are you?

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[equalled.livejournal.com]

[Do you have any idea how long Harry stared at this post? An eternity. Or what feels like one anyway. He doesn't want to use the camera and startle his dad so soon, but he feels like he should say something.

So he speaks in a dazed voice of someone who is not paying attention to what they're saying in the slightest.]

Better the trophies than having to recopy all of Filch's old records by hand.

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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[James makes a face and nods in agreement.]

Eurgh, yeah, I've had to do that one, too. Both involve lots of arm pain.

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[equalled.livejournal.com]

No kidding. But, er, you can't go back to Hogwarts here.

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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

...What, really?

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[equalled.livejournal.com]

Really. Apparently this is another world. One that... doesn't have any wizarding schools.

[Pause.] Sorry.

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[Red hair, green eyes, and freckles everywhere. Also, British. This is becoming something of a habit for her.]

My, my, more wizards by the day. Welcome to the City--and America.

permavid.

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[Oooh, she's pretty. (Not as pretty as Lily, of course, but who is.)]

I, er, thanks? There are more here, then? Aside from Remus, 'f course.

[psychomancy]

Yes. Sirius, I believe--and another named Harry. But if you mean general magic-users, there are several of us.

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

Heard about Sirius, but I haven't seen him yet. Dunno who Harry is. [He adjusts his glasses and peers at the screen thoughtfully.] Well, good, then.

I'm James Potter.

[psychomancy]

[Smiles.]

It's a pleasure, James. I'm Gemma Doyle.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Another person from Mister Lupin's world?

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, 'Mister Lupin'? He can't help but laugh, sorry, Lyra.] Er, yeah, he's one of my best mates.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[It could be worse. She could have called him Headmaster Lupin.]

Oh! Like Sirius, then!

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[Then he would have laughed even harder.]

And that's another of them! Haven't seen him yet, though.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Oh, he's around. Helped me out when a boggart showed up in my closet.

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[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

Some time, close to dawn, Sirius comes home. He casts silencing spells on the motor, both wheels, and himself in general, and keeps the invisibility generator on until after he's fully parked. He sneaks around the house to one of the small windows that light his basement room, and carefully, quietly slides it open.

The desk is just a little lower down than he wants it to be, and his biology homework is going to have a boot-print smack dab in the middle of it on Monday, but he gets in and closes the window quietly enough to feel utterly proud of himself. From this perch he turns the lamp on, and then replaces boot with arse to sit on the desk and start pulling his clothes off.

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[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

[And once there, he will be greeted with a pillow to the face from James. Because clearly, that's the way to greet your best friend.]

Oi, look around before you start undressing! I've seen your arse more than enough times.

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[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

[Sirius grabs it and throws it right back.]

SHHHH D'you want to wake up the whole house? Bluffles'll kill me if he knows I was-

[The small choking sound you just heard was Sirius processing that the thing that he was constantly missing, that voice that he was always waiting to hear, so badly that his head had started to produce for him, was in fact not coming from inside his head. (You'd think the pillow would have clued him in, but such things are so much a part of his dialogue with his best friend that it had been included.)

[The only logical response Sirius has to this is to throw himself bodily onto James and attempt to break all of his bones. Presumably in an effort to ensure that he will be incapable of leaving.]

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

We're in the basement and there're --hnnf nff augh get off me you dog-smelling Black.

[James is shoving at him, however ineffectually, and his face is pretty much set on Permanent Grin, so it's a fair bet this shoving match will at some point turn into a hug of some kind. Right now, though, he's just giving Sirius pitiful looks and squirming.]

[purmoncul.livejournal.com]

[For his part, Sirius is making weird little whining noises that are not sobbing, which is the only thing keeping him from screaming at the top of his lungs.]

Oh Merlin it's actually you!

[He ends up with his face buried in James's neck and his arms locked around James's ribcage and Sirius might smell like dog but James smells like James, and not all the squirming in the world will avail him. But at least Sirius no longer seems to be trying to cripple him.]

Don't think I've forgiven you, for not being you last time.