InsaneJournal

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.