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Hannah Potter knows how this ends (heroesinthedark) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-27 11:54:00

Entry tags:

ch: can: harry potter, ch: heir: harry potter, ch: swap: hannah potter, p: abby, p: annalisa, p: giles

Who: Hannah, Harry!Colour and Harry!Hope Potter.
What: The story of St. George and the Dragon... I mean Basilisk.
When: Backdated to last night
Where: Second floor boy's...er... girl's bathroom, Hogwarts School; Chamber of Secrets
Status: Closed, incomplete

For Hannah, it had been far too long since she'd been able to walk the halls of Hogwarts. It had been even longer since she'd been able to do it without worrying about anything. It wasn't something that she expected would last for much longer, a Potter in Hogwarts generally meant that trouble was on the way, even if it wasn't her Hogwarts. Even now she wasn't sure if this was the real school or just a recreation. But she'd seen Nearly Headless [Nick], heard Peeves (while she'd been forced to run from the Great Hall back to Ravenclaw Tower in a storm of what she only assumed were frozen brusslesprouts. And they HURT!). She'd seen and had a short conversation with the Grey Lord who was female. None of the ghosts seemed puzzled by their appearance, something she'd gotten used to in the six months she'd been in the compound.

Having a Potter - or in this case five H. Potters - in Hogwarts meant that there were responsibilities. And for this one she knew that she'd have to do a lot of apologizing later. But she - and her Clone - weren't about to put people in potential danger just becuase it wasn't a popular decision. She knew that he felt the same way. What was necessary was necessary. She'd come to that conclusion and that acceptance in what felt like such a long time ago... but it hadn't been. Coming here, flipping here at the behest of whatever the Scientists had planned, she knew was both a respite and a reminder. And whatever Harry had mentioned - good and bad being here - Hannah knew that for her the worst was yet to come. She needed to talk to Freddie but first... There was a task at hand.

Stupid, hard headed, Gryffindor-y. They may have been housed elsewhere but they knew the real score. Hannah pulled the door of the bathroom open, looking around checking to see if [Myrtle] was here. Of course he'd be a her... so what was the female name of that? It didn't matter. The floor was dry and Hannah leaned her broom against the wall, the sword hanging from a loop on her belt. A walk down 'memory lane' with her other selves. The chamber would probably seem smaller now. Now that they were bigger... Shaking her head she smiled to herself. Wouldn't be the first time, wouldn't be the last time an H. Potter put themselves at risk for the greater good.

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bravestheart
2012-08-28 01:31 am UTC (link)

Harry knew better, he really did. At the moment, however, his better judgment was failing him. It wasn't that he genuinely feared Toma Riddle or believed that she would open the Chamber of Secrets, even now that she was older. He had noticed the bond between her and Mr Gamma, and he had noticed that both Alby and Toma had returned with their memories of being younger. This Toma remembered having a friend, and a guardian. Instinctively, Harry knew that would make a difference. If he'd genuinely thought her dangerous, he wouldn't have been worrying about the basilisk right now, he'd be worrying about Alby and his proximity to the teenager who would, back home, grow up to be Voldemort.

No, the reason why he was here was because he was reeling from everything he felt just by returning to Hogwarts. He was reliving the last battle and Dumbledore's death and the year the Chamber opened, and the good things, too; every day, every hour, he remembered something else. Little things and big things, good and bad; he'd remember spending time doing homework in the common room, then being humiliated by Lockhart in the hallways; he'd remember being punished with Umbridge's blood quill one moment, and relive the feeling of winning the Quidditch Cup the next. Hogwarts felt dangerous and it also reminded him of everything he had to lose, and that combination was taking a terrible toll on his psyche.

Which meant that ever since the other Harry had mentioned that they should get rid of the basilisk, all Harry could think about was how awful it would be if the beast got loose. If that was the danger that awaited them in this world, he wanted to head it off before it even came true. He never wanted to see any more petrified bodies (or worse, dead ones), and he definitely didn't want anyone being possessed or afflicted into behaving like the Heir of Slytherin.

The solution seemed simple enough. If the basilisk was dead, it couldn't hurt anyone else. He had killed it before, and so had Hannah, and they had a plan. He had his Firebolt in one hand, the sword he'd borrowed from a suit of armor in the other, and his wand was in his pocket, along with a bunch rocks he'd collected at Hannah's suggestion, to use as diversions once the basilisk was blinded and dependent on its ears, and mirrors for them to use to keep from looking at the thing directly.

He felt fairly confident, actually, although the moment he stepped into the bathroom he was struck by the memory of the flood, and finding the journal here. The first horcrux he had ever seen.

He shook his head to get rid of the flashback, and offered Hannah a smile before busying himself attaching his sword to his belt as well. "Just like old times, yeah?" he said. He held out one of the mirrors to her. "Here."

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heroesinthedark
2012-08-28 05:43 am UTC (link)

She heard the door opening and his footsteps before she actually saw Harry himself. She'd been too busy looking around and noticing the differences and looking for the ghost that she knew had to be here somewhere. Right? She'd found the journal here, then their dorm had been broken into...

Hannah returned the offered smile, taking a moment to try and loosen the tension that was starting to take hold around her neck. It wasn't that there was a lot riding on this. This was a precaution of sorts, but with all the dangers that Hogwarts itself hid, the Basilisk was among the biggest.

Taking the mirror, Hannah looked down into it and frowned, pushing some hair out of her face. She never could get it to stay. "A bit more deja vu than I'm used to getting," she replied with a rye smile. "I'd be lying if I said that I never thought I'd have to do this again. How many times does a person get to face off with a basilisk?" The words were accompanied by a small frown.

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bravestheart
2012-08-29 03:34 am UTC (link)

"This whole place is more deja vu than I'm used to," Harry said wryly. It was very true. He looked around the bathroom, and gave a small smile. "Remember when we brewed polyjuice in here and Hermione got turned into a cat?"

The idea of Hermione hurt. She was going to be angry at him, Harry knew, but she wouldn't be petrified again. That was what mattered to him most. They could take the basilisk. No one needed to get hurt by the ticking time bomb Salazar Slytherin had left behind for someone else to set off. Who that someone else would be in this case, Harry didn't know, and he didn't want to find out.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I think it'll be more like the Horntail, with the brooms. But we've got eyes to worry about instead of fire."

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