harry potter is the king of the wild things. (lovedmost) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-10-06 23:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: love: harry potter, ch: love: lily potter, p: kit, p: veetee |
Who: Harry & Lilylove
What: Meeting (again) for the first time!
When: Saturday, 6 October; Evening
Where: Their Unit in Zeta
Warnings: Low.
Harry was not at all certain what the hell was happening. He'd experienced a portkey once in his life and that had certainly lead him to a worse situation than this one seemed to be but if there was one thing he'd learned in his life, it was that places like this could not be trusted. Scientists were never to be trusted. He'd tried to offer his fallback Max Jamison papers but Dame Zeta, as she'd called herself, hadn't seemed interested in them. For now, he was relatively certain he was somehow on the verge of being imprisoned or, quite possibly, being killed. Either option was better than being captured and Cured, so he supposed it was a blessing in disguise that those in charge seemed hasty to execute Invalids.
He hoped he wasn't considered special enough to Cure, instead.
As he found his 'room' (he was certain that it was just a temporary lodging between now and his punishment), he wondered what exactly had gone wrong. It wasn't like he'd touched anything in the moments before being here so it couldn't have been a portkey. And, anyway, it didn't seem likely that, after nearly a year of them searching quietly for the man who'd killed their Lord again, he was going to be lead to a cozy room in a clean facility to await a punishment. Which meant that, for the first time in a long time, Harry was not completely certain about where he was or what he was about to do.
He was even more thrown when someone he didn't think he'd ever seen before in his life but seemed somehow exceptionally familiar stood on the other side of the door in the unit he'd been told was his. Another prisoner, perhaps? A Weasley? He thought briefly of the Weasleys he'd known and his expression hardened. He cleared his throat, unsure of what to say to the stranger. And, after all, if she was a victim rather than one of those accountable for the state of the world as it was, he didn't want to scare her with the wrong words. Words, as it were, were a very, very powerful tool.