Who: Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy What: Arrival! Harry teaching Draco about Phones. And teaches himself, because phones are a bit more advanced that he remembers. What are you, internet? When: Friday evening Where: The Graveyard Rating: PG Status: In Progress
Harry jolted, his hand twitching and tightening it's grip around the handle of the Elder Wand. He held his breath as his eyes opened and he saw -- stars, a night sky. There were no sounds of jinxes, of the fight between Death Eater and the students who stood to protect Hogwarts. There was no distant snake-like hiss. Voldemort was gone, and he was -- Potter wasn't sure where he was.
He tried to sit up, and suddenly became aware of the weight on his chest, pinning him to the ground, he twisted, trying to pull away and nearly smacked the back of his head on a century-old tombstone jutting out of the earth. He twisted his neck to look at the granite grave marker and then looked down at what had him against the ground. There, sprawled across him with his face down in a clump of blue-green moss was the white-head of a boy he'd probably recognise just about anywhere. "What in -- Shove off, Malfoy!"