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Post by harryjamespotter on Aug 5, 2011 3:06:32 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION ( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
November rushed on harsh and cold in ninteen seventy six. Harry, who had never been one to enjoy the cold weather, spent most of his time indoors when he wasn't practicing with his Quidditch Team. For the times he did go outside, he used simple warming spells, bundled up in warm clothing, and hoped for the best. Luckily for him, he managed to work up enough warmth running drills with his Team, only needing his cloaks and jackets for the short walk to and from the Pitch.
Inside the castle it was barely warmer than the temperature outside: the halls were drafty, and he could only imagine how much colder it would be once winter began to set in. One very rarely saw students out and about after curfew now, and that was probably why the Headmaster never bothered to enchant Hogwarts' hallways to a warmer state. The only places kept warm were classrooms (when in use) and Common Rooms and Dormitiories: only the places students would actually need to be for more than a quick walk.
However, the day had risen warm. Although Harry had obligations to classes in the morning, he had the afternoon free. So after lunch, he walked outside, wearing only a light cloak, to enjoy the midday sun. The time he'd spent with his mother two days ago was still fresh in his mind: so much, he felt, could change in an instant, and he'd told her so much. What if he'd go back to his time and find that his parents were there for him? Or, perhaps, he was the one who wasn't there? He sighed, thankful that he couldn't see his breath. The last few days had been cold enough to make him want only to stay in bed and sleep all day.
The courtyard was sparsely filled with students, some catching up on homework, others chatting casually between classes or on their own short break from school work. Most of them gave him less than welcome looks as he approached, no doubt people his father had picked on before or, in some cases, people who still felt he was nothing more than a lunatic boy. "Oh bollocks, really?" he muttered under his breath.
Harry avoided their judging gazes, finding the most secluded part of the courtyard to sit. He was used to those looks by now, and they weren't about to stop him from enjoying his time away from class. From within his cloak he took out a snitch, one he carried with him always, holding it in his palm and watching as the wings unfurled and the small golden ball took off, flitting around his head like a small hummingbird. It was a training snitch, so it never went outside a three foot radius around his head, allowing him to lean back and relax, watching it flutter around then deftly snatch it out of the air. Release and grab, release and grab.
Even his free time had become devoted to Quidditch: after all, if not Quidditch he'd be thinking about homework, the DA, or worse-Voldemort. Something so innocent, so impossible to besmirch in his eyes, was his only refuge from the reality of his responsibilities. In fact, he was so caught up in his relaxation that he did not even realize his doppleganger--or perhaps the boy could be best described as the 'original'--approaching him from another part of the courtyard.
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WORDS! 572
STATUS! complete
NOTES! o hai :3
TAGS! James Potter
LISTENING TO! 'topless', breaking benjamin
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Post by nick on Aug 9, 2011 9:49:38 GMT -5
~ ♛ ~ IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEADT H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~ ❀ ~[/center] November came by quickly without incident after the attacks by the Death Eaters on the festival, and the quidditch team Captain needed something to take his mind off of everything, plus with that new people that looked disturbingly familiar we're popping up around school. He thought he saw his own image walking around but said it was merely something else and he was seeing things. He had taken to carrying his wand everywhere now he possibly could, feeling that another attack could be around the corner. It was paranoia justified or not but he wasn't the only one. He put on his fall wear once more and prepared for the chillingness to come within a month's time. He needed a good practice of quidditch to get the team into shape, and suppossedly they had gotten a new recruit while he was recovering with a broken leg after his incident as a stag after the festival. But now it was time for James Potter to be recommisioned.
He grinned at this, thinking about everything that had happened so far. He had slept with Ave, betrayed Sirius. Almost gave it away but Sirius was getting close to finding it out, let Lily take a curse for her not to mention that she hated him many of times. He was seeing things and well he even broke his leg. This was going great for James, a great start to his sixth year. Not even pulling pranks was having his fun, he even was letting Snape go now and again although he figured he better get back to that. Filch was sure to be missing him in his detention group.
He took out the Marauder's Map allowing him to see where everyone was at this time as he rounded into the entrance hall. Looking out on the outside grounds, he saw something very very pecuilar. A name that blared itself into his head. Harry Potter "What the fuck?" was all he could say as he stared at the map. They had enchanted this only around a year or two back and it was malfunctioning already? He needed to recast this charm and work it out again with the rest. "Stupid map, I'm here." he yelled at it angry that his own piece of work was failing him. In a good sense of humor the map showed words that instructed James to shove the map up his ass if he didn't like it. He grinned at this pocketing it before running off to the courtyard.
If the insults were working then that must mean there was an actual Harry Potter. Harry Potter? That was his grandfather what in gods name was he doing here, did his parents send him. Parents never came to Hogwarts, had the association finally have it with him and was throwing him out. He doubted it, were his parents in some sort of trouble. Various images of his folks speared through his mind. He rushed off letting his glasses press agaisnt his face as he entered the courtyard. Standing there in the courtyard was something he never thought he would see. It was him, but not him? An exact copy but not quite. He felt anger whelp up inside him, he didn't liked to be messed around and everything else was going bad he couldn't walk around without some clone popping up. "Damn it, who the hell are you faker? he said pointing his wand at the doppleganger. Muttering in his own mind, one of his favorite spell. "Levicorpus."
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Post by harryjamespotter on Aug 12, 2011 2:09:49 GMT -5
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Though it took a minute, the other students eventually drew their attention back to whatever they'd been doing before Harry arrived, giving the Gryffindor a bit of peaceful silence. Usually he found comfort in the presence of Ron and Hermione, but with all the strange things going on around him, he couldn't help but want a bit more time alone. He was meeting far too many people he never dreamed of knowing, and it was certainly something for his brain to process in quiet comfort. Well, as much of that as he could get now with the school packed with twice the people it normally homed.
In fact there were so many people around him that he didn't even realize he was being spoken to until his body was lifted up in the air. 'Sonnovabitch, does this really have to be how my day is going?' he thought rhetorically, pulling back everything Snape had taught him about wandless magic to perform the countercurse without wasting time squirming for his wand. It worked, and he landed painfully on the stone wall. Perhaps a cushioning charm would have been a good thing to lay down first, but there was no turning back now.
"Ugh," he grumbled immediately as pain shot up his back, ignoring the snitch that beat its wings against his clenched fist. "Jesus Christ, what kind of moron are you?" he asked, finally looking up at the person who'd hexed him. His father. Oh, of course only his father would outright attack someone without cause or reason. He felt a great deal of anger burn inside of him, and figured it had to be exactly how Snape had felt his entire lifetime at Hogwarts.
"Try something stupid like that again and I'll have you in the Hospital Wing," he grumbled, more of an empty threat than a promise. He wasn't one to outwardly try to hurt people, but he was extremely angry. And now that he wasn't in midair, he did a mental check on his wand--right where he'd left it, in just the right place for him to pull it out of he had to. Well, hopefully he didn't. Still, he wanted to know he had it to back up his little threat--of course, doing so after making the threat like a good impulsive little Gryffindor. Well, all he could think was that he at least got lucky.
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WORDS! 416
STATUS! complete
NOTES! o hai :3
TAGS! James Potter
LISTENING TO! 'topless', breaking benjamin
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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