harry potter (yerawiz) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-04 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, harry potter, james potter, lily evans |
Who: Harry, James and Lily Potter
When: Just after Harry’s re-arrival from Asgard (backdated to 6/16)
Where: Potts Tower room 2404
What: A very Potter reunion v. 3.0
Rating: G
Harry honestly didn’t know how he would have gotten through the last several hours without Hermione. They’d arrived in Asgard at close to the same time and it was only her presence that had kept him reasonably calm. It wasn’t that Harry wasn’t a grown man and couldn’t get through something all on his own. It was just that Hermione had been there for a number of other difficult situations in his life - she and Ron both had - and the fact that she seemed to be taking all of this in stride had helped him to cope in a way that wouldn’t have been likely were he here alone in this place. All the same, it felt a little unreal. He’d been on a completely different world. Asgard, they’d called it. Then they’d been transported to New York City not by apparition or portkey, as Harry would have expected at home, but by some other magic means. He had to admit, this bifrost had been a good bit more pleasant than his experiences with portkeys or even his early experiences with floo powder. But it was all still very strange to him and now he had all this other information swimming in his head about how he was apparently famous here in a different way. Everyone who was brought here through the Tesseract - that bright blue light that he was now cursing himself for having needed to get a closer look at - was considered to be fictional in this place and he, himself, was from a very popular series of books. An entire serious about him and his life and his friends. It sounded like rubbish to him, but he had the list of books that had been copied down for him, despite the fact that he would probably just let Hermione read them. She would anyway, he knew, and then she could just tell him how awful it was. Hermione wasn’t with him now and he found himself desperately wish that she was. She’d been given the key (or a card that they’d been informed was one, although that seemed mad, too) to a flat on the 14th floor while Harry’s went to one on the 24th. 10 whole floors apart and the distance felt longer with every additional floor the lift ascended after he’d left his friend down there. Determinedly, he stepped off the lift on the 24th floor and pulled the card out of his pocket as he walked toward the door marked 2404. “Chin up, Potter,” he chided him softly even as he slid his card into the spot on the door and let himself into what would be his new home, at least until Hermione found a way to get back to their real home. “You’re a big boy. You can handle this without Hermione for at least 5 minutes and 10 floors isn’t that far away.” --- “This is slightly ridiculous,” James said to Lily, as they waited. “Third time now he’s come back.” Were they supposed to read something into that? Was there a rhyme or reason to it? Was someone intentionally doing this to their son? That wouldn’t have surprised James, but he didn’t have anywhere to point his fingers, except towards a blue cube that seemed to be in different hands every time Harry came through. First with SHIELD, where it had been when James had come through himself. Then somewhere more obscure where people had blindfolded and transported the arrivals to the tower. Now Asgard, and James had no clue where Asgard was or what it was like. It was on his list of questions to ask Harry. There was one benefit to the fact that Harry had come and gone so many times, he supposed. It got easier and easier to take it in stride, though he was starting to doubt whether he should. It wasn’t easy to stand by and watch this happen to Harry again and again. Standing by had never really been in James’s skillset anyway. It was probably just as well the tesseract was on another world that he didn’t know how to access, or he might have done something stupidly reckless just because. It was the principle of the thing. But he’d quieted down by the time he heard the key in the lock, and held his breath until it opened. Then he smiled to see Harry again, drinking in the sight of him-- almost the same as last time, almost as if he hadn’t left this time at all. “Harry,” he said. “Hey, kiddo.” --- “Third time’s a charm,” Lily told James lightly. And she hoped that it would be because really, this coming and going was its own challenge. Lily found herself both thrilled to see her son again and a little nervous. It was a little anxiety inducing every time - what would he think? Would he like them? Would they be friends? And somehow despite the fact that every time it worked out, the fact that she knew they would be starting over from scratch meant she continued to be a little anxious about it every single time. “Harry!” She exclaimed as Harry had opened the door and she moved towards him to wrap him in a quick hug. “You look brilliant! I’m so glad you’re here.” She didn’t say I’m so glad you’re back, because although she was, she knew from her own experiences it was odd enough to know that you’d been here before and remembered nothing of it, and that was to say nothing of the oddity of being here in the first place and learning things about your future or seeing ghosts from your past. --- Harry stopped short, just inside the doorway, as he came face to face with a man who looked just like him. It clearly wasn’t him, but it only took him a moment to realize who he must be standing in front of and he blinked a couple of times as he tried to find his voice. “Dad?” The nice woman who’d given him his keycard and phone had told him there were people here he knew, but she hadn’t quite mentioned that his dad was here. It seemed impossible and yet there was no mistaking it. “How, er-” That question he’d been trying to ask about how this could even be real was cut short when a redhead he’d only seen in pictures and visions, a woman he only had very brief memories of from his first year of life, engulfed him in a hug. Harry froze momentarily, stunned by the fact that this was very clearly his mother. Not some ghostly apparition, but really and truly her. “Mum ~~~ The reaction was very nearly the same every time. Harry seemed shocked and overwhelmed, but mostly in a good way-- a natural reaction, James thought, for meeting parents who had died when he was just a baby. He wouldn’t have been able to really imagine it, himself, if not for the fact that there were the books to describe it for him. And of course, the other times that Harry had appeared here helped, too. It was still novel in its own way each time he arrived, but there certainly was something to be said for knowing what to expect. He moved in to make himself available for a hug once Harry and Lily had finished with theirs, grinning as he wrapped his arms around his son and tousled his familiar black hair affectionately. “Mum and Dad,” he agreed, answering Harry’s questions. “We’re here. There’s a room for you here with us, if you want to stay.” --- Lily gave Harry an extra squeeze before she stepped back her eyes filling with tears. “Yes, Harry, it’s Mum and Dad. I know this is all a bit overwhelming - well on top of everything else that is already overwhelming that is - but we’re so so glad you’re ba-here. And your father is right, there’s a room here with us if you’d like to stay here.” She stepped back further to give James a chance for a hug and looked at Harry. It was always a shock, but then all of it was always a shock when the person came through the first time. The fact that people were here that you didn’t expect to see, or things happened to you that you didn’t expect -- it was always a bit of a shock. “Would you like a cup of tea?” She raised her eyebrows and offered Harry a smile. “Come in, and sit down and I’ll brew us tea.” It seemed that she usually did this when this happened - but tea was an automatic soother. --- Somehow, being on another planet and taking a kind of rainbow bridge to New York didn’t seem nearly as unbelievable as the fact that his parents were standing right here in front of him, whole and alive. Nothing about this place could have shocked him more and considering everything he’d been told up until this point, that was really saying a lot. “How- how are you both here?” For 18 years, this was all he’d ever wanted. Of course it was a good thing seeing them, but he didn’t really understand how it was possible. It was all sort of unbelievable. He found himself nodding as his mum offered tea. “Yeah, tea would be good, thanks,” he agreed as he moved further inside the flat. If nothing else, drinking a cuppa would give him something to focus on besides how impossible this whole thing was. --- “We got here the same way you did,” James said, and then amended, “Well, except for the other planet part. But the glowy blue stuff that hurts a bit and then pops you out in this world, that part happened to us too.” He noticed Lily’s eyes filling up with tears, but all he could feel was excitement and joy. Or maybe it was better expressed as glee. He was just so happy that Harry was back that, this time, the bittersweet sentiments weren’t affecting him as much. But he tried to calm himself and not be overwhelming, when Harry and Lily were both obviously still having some trouble with the heavier stuff. And that, in itself, was enough to calm him down, at least a little bit. For their sakes. But he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders as they headed over to the table to sit down and have tea. Because Harry was here and he’d missed him desperately, and tactile affection was the norm for him. And then the reminder that Harry didn’t know that-- didn’t even remember it from his times here before-- came back to him, and the gravity of the situation came back to him with full force. “Come on,” he said gently. “Sit down. You can take your time figuring all this out.” --- “Everyone gets pulled from different times,” Lily took up the explanation as she put water on for tea and then turned back around to face Harry and James and give Harry her full attention. “So, for your Father and I, we came from a very similar time - but Dorcas,” Lily realised that Harry might not know who she was talking about and quickly amended. “Dorcas Meadowes, is from several months before us, and Severus is here from much later -- he’s much older than your Father and I are currently, and at various times others have been here. Luna, and Ginny, but they’re neither one of them here currently.” She didn’t know if she was helping in the explanation of making it worse so she turned back around to get three cups out of the cupboard. “But the Tesseract, that glowy cube you came through, it seems to just pull people from all over and all times and then send them back whenever it feels like it. It’s a frustrating aspect of being here, but you sort of begin to get used to it a bit.” --- Harry nodded. Their explanations made as much sense as anything did here. He wasn’t used to a world where time travel was possible without a time turner. He wasn’t used to the idea of being transported to a different world entirely, either and this was all still a lot to wrap his head around, but so many people telling him the same thing couldn’t be wrong. “Hermione and I both came from the same time, so I didn’t realize anything else was an option,” he admitted. It was something Hermione had probably thought of, knowing her. She’d always been the clever one, though. Harry might be decent at improvising when their lives were on the line, but it was Hermione who always really thought things through. “Dorcas- she was in the Order with you,” he nodded, remembering the photo he’d seen a few years back of his parents and the rest of the original Order of the Phoenix. “And Snape’s here, too?” It was bizarre to think of all of these people who should be gone here, but he supposed it was kind of cool, too. A second chance at life for them, but that kind of made it worse that they could just get sent back without any warning. “They don’t know how or why it’s doing it? I mean, there’s no way to keep from.. getting sent back home?” That really didn’t seem fair. This place was mad and there were a dozen reasons to miss his home, but his parents were here and that on it’s own was enough to make him want to stay. --- “Not that anyone’s figured out,” James said, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture. “I’m not even sure where to start. If I knew, you wouldn’t have had to go through it so many times.” He reached over and tousled Harry’s hair again, affectionately, and grinned at him. “But it’s good to have you back, regardless. Remus and Sirius are here too, they’ll be glad to see you.” If there were other things he needed to cover, he couldn’t currently think of what they were. The excitement at having Harry back was a little bit distracting for him. --- “No one really seems to know and there are loads of clever people here that have tried to sort it out, including I’m sure people who are all scientist-y and that sort of thing,” Lily shrugged lightly. The water boiled and she put herself into the preparations for tea, bringing the kettle, the cups, milk and sugar all on a tray and then she brought all of the items needed over and poured James a cup of tea, and Harry one as well - fixed how she remembered he’d liked it last time and she was hoping it was similar because he seemed to be about the same age. “There are a number of us here, honestly,” Lily said. “And there are people from other things, like television shows and books - the Doctor from Doctor Who is here, although not how I remember him because he’s a newer one, but he’s here nonetheless. It’s kind of fun.” -- Harry wasn’t sure what to make of any of this. It was a lot to wrap his mind around and it was honestly starting to get a headache. People were here from other worlds, shows on the telly and the like, and Remus and Sirius on top of his parents - it was all so unbelievable that he might have suspected this was all a hallucination if it hadn’t felt to real. He settled back against the sofa with his cup, blowing over the top to cool it before he took a sip. It was amazing how his mum seemed to know just how he liked his tea, just one more part of this whole thing that felt bizarre to him, considering everything. Harry couldn’t help being thrilled to be sitting here with his parents, though, and he decided to focus on that happy occasion for the time being, rather than on how impossible all of this seemed. |