harry potter is gnomeface, king of gnomes (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-19 09:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: harry potter, p: annalisa |
Who: Harry1-can (aka Thomas New) & Puritans, including Samuel Parris
What: getting taken for "paraphernalia"
When: Thursday morning
Where: New family house, Harry's room.
Warnings: nah.
Status: Logged, complete. Aaaand react. (if you want.)
Harry had not even had the energy to keep himself from sleeping. And so he'd slept, and dreamed. Perhaps because his exhaustion carried over to his subconscious, he didn't fight back as much, he didn't scream or make any sound at all; he just watched, helplessly, as the nightmare unfolded. Just as helpless as he'd felt, watching those children die. As helpless as he'd felt as he watched their parents bury them. Even though they were still alive-- supposedly-- Harry was not going to be able to just forget that. The trauma of the deaths was still very real, even if the deaths themselves had not been.
When he woke from the dream, he was on his back. He stared quietly up at the ceiling, watched the light of the sun creep into the room from the window. Maybe he could just stay here, today; maybe if he just lay here, nothing would go wrong. Maybe if he rested without sleeping, some of his energy would come back. Sleeping seemed only to exhaust him even more; he felt like he had run a marathon during the night. He could just lie here, unless there was an emergency. Then he'd find the energy he needed from somewhere, he knew he would.
He wasn't sure what time it was before he heard sounds. His ability to process the passage of time had gotten a bit fuzzy, even if there had been anything happening to mark it by. Not quite asleep, not quite awake, he couldn't even begin to process the noises outside his door, and then suddenly there were people in his room. Harry got up, immediately on the defensive, but they didn't attack him.
He thought he heard himself say something, but wasn't entirely sure what it had been; they paid him very little attention. And then, suddenly, without Harry having noticed that anyone had gotten so close to him, there was a man right in front of him, waving something in his face. Behind him, a few others were examining something else.
It took him a second to realize what it was. They had found the things he had been making, in the privacy of his room. His anti-oblivation code figurines. They seemed especially suspicious of the one that represented Alby; a little stick figure with a seedpod for a head, carved with a tiny arithmancy symbol and a snake. As soon as Harry saw it in their hands, he understood all too well that they would find it suspicious, and wished he'd left it all back at the compound. But he'd wanted to be able to remember anything that happened here, too-- already things had happened that he didn't want to forget.
They'd already grabbed hold of his arm, before Harry had even decided whether to fight back. He raised the other one in a surrendering gesture, and protested that he would come peacefully; he was moving too slowly to defend himself properly, and he was all too aware that starting a fight now would also affect the other people under his roof. There was still time, maybe, to try and prove his innocence, to come up with an excuse, but most of all, he didn't want them grabbing his other arm; his wand was in his sleeve. The gesture worked, and they led him out of the house.
With some relief, Harry noticed that they weren't heading straight for the gallows. Why they weren't immediately hanging him when they had done it to the children, Harry didn't know, but the injustice of that made anger roar to life in his ears. It made his senses sharpen back to normal, but he still walked quietly, and shook his head slightly when he caught eyes watching him as they passed; no one else was getting in trouble on his behalf. He could get himself out of this.
They were heading for the jail. This actually came as some relief to Harry; surely this jail couldn't be any more difficult to break out of than Gringotts. There would be no dragon, no crazy goblin-designed locks, and he had his wand.
As long as no one got hurt trying to save him, this wasn't anything he couldn't handle.