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[Background: the world's most boring looking MAC flat. What is interior decorating to a ten-year-old?]

What happens to a person's birthday if the date changes when they get here?
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[The scene opens to a boy's face; round, bespectacled, with green eyes and black hair and a curious scar on his brow. He is all of eleven, and is looking at the communicator with interest.]

Is this how it works? Professor Snape said that my aunt and uncle wouldn't know I was here, so I thought using this would be okay.

[In the background, a man's voice speaks as the noise of some -- kitchen operation occurs. A kettle goes on the stove.]

Mr. Potter, are you -- for the love of -- [pure exasperation]

[Snape appears behind Harry, glowering down at the communicator.]

I don't know why I'm even surprised. Yes, you've accessed the Network, and let the world know you've arrived. Congratulations, Mr. Potter, you will resume your celebrity far earlier than intended.

[Snape could not look more displeased, honestly. He wanted to keep the kid safe and secret for more than five minutes. Oh well.]

Say good bye, Mr. Potter, and turn off that machine and put it away. Now.

Sorry, Professor.

[Harry fumbles with the communicator for a moment. The feed cuts.]
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[The feed turns on to show a — for some — familiar face. Green eyes, untidy mop of black hair and his scar is showing. Harry is frowning at the communicator, but more in an amused way than anything else.]

I was kind of going for a change of clothes, not a change of... [He pauses and glances around him for emphasis.] World.

[He looks back with a smile. Obviously he's not too horribly bothered by the change of surroundings.]

Hullo, I'm back. Who's still here? Sirius? Remus? ... James? Lily?
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[Harry is looking rather peaky and there's a small crack in his glasses, but otherwise he's okay. His untidy hair is only a little untidier than usual, though running a hand through it doesn't improve it in the slightest. Harry grins ruefully.]

I can't remember the last time I was this hungry.

Anyway, I'm not sure what that was all about, but I hope everyone is okay and, er, awake now. [A hesitating pause.] And I'm sorry to anyone who got stuck in my messed-up head.

But yeah. Everyone okay?
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So first Boggarts and now vampires. Or people acting like vampires, more like. Is this usual?

Whichever the case, it seems to be getting rather serious and I'd like to help. I'm definitely not the greatest potioneer out there, but I did learn from the best. I think I can make something that will help soothe the weird cravings until someone has figured out what's going on and a more definite solution has been found. If any of the afflicted want it, just let me know. I'll know how much to make.

(ooc: Anyone who accepts will receive some Draught of Peace, whether it works or not is up to you.)
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That can't have been a Portkey...

[The video shows a bespectacled face with bright green eyes peering closely at the communicator until Harry realizes it's on, stops muttering to himself and pulls back a bit, his untidy black hair more noticeable now. He flattens his fringe out of habit to keep his scar covered and gives a bemused kind of frown.] Hullo? Could somebody please tell me what's going on?

I mean, I got the brochure and everything, but it was rather unhelpful. [He stands up, apparently having been sitting on a couch, and as he starts walking it's obvious he's inside an MAC apartment.] It led me to this place, though I don't need an apartment. I have a home.

[He absent-mindedly nudges a closet door open without really looking and moves on.] Wait. This isn't a test, is it? If it is, I swear, Kingsley... I'll come find you and— [Harry abruptly halts in his tracks as the air suddenly seems to freeze, his breath coming out as visible puffs and a dreadful, rattling sound fills the room. He drops the communicator (it keeps recording, albeit at an odd angle and the scene grows a bit blurry as a thin layer of ice starts covering the device) and he wheels around, wand at the ready in the blink of an eye. For a moment the source of the rattling sound can be seen as a black-cloaked figure glides into view.]

Expecto Patronum!

[A flash of light before a silver stag canters in and out of view, apparently driving the figure back. There's a beat and then Harry laughs humorlessly, relaxing his stance considerably when he understands his mistake. An almost lazy wave of his wand and...]

Riddikulus.

[There's a noise like a muffled explosion and a brief glimpse of the stag again when it walks back to Harry before fading. After a pause, he picks the communicator up again and he's brushing the ice off when he accidentally presses some buttons, cutting the feed.]

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