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Chapter 2: A Bit of Supping - Harry Potter - 03-19-2017
Harry Potter was on a beach in Costa Del Sol, crouched down in the sand with his new friend Hnaaag the albino dreadlocked Wookie, sketching Qudditch plays in the sand.
"But dude," the Wookie said. "Why would even catch the snatch-"
"Snitch," corrected Harry patiently.
"Snitch," Hnaaag amended. "Why would you catch the snitch if you're behind by more than a hundred and fifty points?"
"Mercy, generally," Harry admitted. "But at that point, your job as seeker would be to block the other teams seeker until you can get back into winning position. In a four week match in Poland in 1674-"
"Surfs up," announced the Wookie. The pair rush to grab their surf boards and paddle out into the ocean.
Harry smiled as he popped up onto his board, his legs still shaky, but managing to stay atop his surf board until the first wave crashed.
"Orelay!" the Wookie cried anachronistically as Harry's head surfaced. "Dude, you're a natural!"
This seemed to be true. In the few short days since Harry had met Hnaaag and started surfing he had improved immensely, already able to stay atop his board and even ride small waves. He found it very calming and centering, and unlike flying he had his feet firmly beneath him.
"Hey brodude," said the Wookie after the next wave. "Where do you find flying brooms?"
"They're just regular brooms, with a flying spell on them," responded Harry idly. The Wookie nodded.
"So like, why do you put the flying spell on brooms?" the Wookie asked casuaslly, not wanting to sound stupid. Harry paused.
"I don't know actually," he said after a moment.
"Well," says Hnaaag. "Have you ever put them on anything else?"
"Like what?"
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Harry and Hnaaag glided gracefully over the waters of Costa Del Sol on their surfboards, occasionally touching down to catch a wave, then launch upwards again. They fell quite a bit; it was rather unlike a broomstick, the steering down completely with their feet, and nothing to hang onto. It was fun but, Harry decided, impractical.
The surfers floated down to the shore just as the sun began to set and walked over to a crowded bonfire. Harry smiled widely as the group called out to them happily. Although Harry was new, this group of local surfers had welcomed him without question.
Harry chose a seat to the right of Frank, an Abra who always had amazing weed. Leaning on the Pokemon's other arm was his girlfriend, Fen'iya, a curvy pink Twi'lek.
"Sup," said Frank, his eyes closed.
"Sup," said Harry, grabbing a sausage to roast over the fire. To Harry's left was Marla, a pretty Blue Caster Minion with a fondness for fireworks that Harry had been flirting with.
"Sup," Harry said to her. Marla smiled cutely.
"Suuuup," she replied.
"Sup?" asked Cheese Doodle, a buddhist warforged tuning the strings on his acoustic guitar.
"Sup," Harry said.
The group wiled away a few hours with such deep conversations, and listening to Cheese Doodle strum his guitar.
"Think its dark enough, bro?" Hnaaag asked eventually. Harry nodded, and rose to his feet. With a flick of his wand the bonfire was extinguished. The group got excited and moved in a semicircle around Harry. He looked back to see Marla's big bright eyes; she loved this part.
Harry held out his holly and phoenix feather wand like a conductor, and fired a bolt of white light high above the beach. His friends held their breath.
The ball of light exploded a hundred feet above them, and a shower of gold and purple sparks rained down harmlessly upon the laughing and screaming group.
Harry fired bolt after bolt of sparkling light, doing his best to recreate Fred and George's amazing fireworks. Flaming dragons snapped their jaws and swallowed sparkling pinwheels, crackling rockets exploded, and Harry thought Marla's eyes had never looked so pretty.
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Harry Potter sat on Hnaaags living room couch (also known as Harry's bed), smoking a big stupid bong, and watching a trailer for Rageface Part II: Shlurnbees on Dataverse.TV.
"You wanna go see that?" asked Frank the Abra, Harry's other room mate.
"Nah," Harry said as he stretched out on his couch. "I didn't see the first one."
Hnaaag the Wookie let out a tormented wail in his native Wookie tongue.
"Wuuuuaaaaarg! I forgot the Pepsi in the kitchen!" he admitted.
"Duuude, you need to just, chillax," said Harry wisely. With a flick of his wand, the ice cold Pepsi Cola drifted into the living room and into Hnaaag's furry hand. The dreadlocked Wookie was stunned.
"Bro," Hnaaag said is amazement. "You are really like, talented, you know? You should be selling flying surfboards, or fireworks, or like, floating things for people. You're meant for more than this."
Frank the Abra nodded.
Harry shrugged, yawned, and stretched.
"Nah."
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RE: Chapter 2: A Bit of Supping - Harry Potter - 03-23-2017
Harry Potter lay on his back on a surfboard hovering a few feet above the ocean, watching the sun set. To his left was Frank the Abra, floating without the need of a surfboard. Harry found it hard to tell when the Pokemon was awake or asleep, but it didn't seem to matter much.
"Sup," came the telepathic ping from Frank.
"Sup," Harry thought back. He flipped over onto his stomach, watching his reflection gently undulate in the crystal clear waters of Costa Del Sol. He gazed into his green eyes, and then out of the eyes of a young Tom Riddle.
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Tom Riddle stood over the basin of his pensive, watching the silvery light swirl.
"Hello, Harry," he said quietly.
"Tom," said Harry, in Costa Del Sol and in Tom's mind.
"And hello newcomer, welcome to my mind," said Tom, somewhat bemused.
"I'm Frank. Sup," said the Abra.
"And to you, Frank. I see you have taken my advice to heart, Harry." Tom commented.
Harry, his face tan and his smile easy, shrugged. "Nah, I'm a regular work-a-holic. What about yourself, Tom?"
Tom Riddle nodded solemnly. "I was about to relive the most humiliating moment of my life, yet again. Would you like to come along?"
Harry grinned.
Tom Riddle gazed deep into the pensive, then dove in.
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Harry, Frank, and Tom Riddle watched from the sidelines at what appeared to be the first flying lesson for a group of first years at Hogwarts. Notable among them, his young handsome young face marred with a sneer, was Tom Riddle. Tom whispered into the ear of his friend while the instructor was speaking, eliciting a smirk his friend but missing a piece of vital information form his instructor in the process.
"Now," said the flying professor. "on the count of three, say very firmly, 'up!'. One, Two, Three!"
The rest of the class tried in vain to command their brooms into the outstretched hands, but only Tom Riddle's broom seemed to listen to him. Unfortunately, having missed the point in the instructions about holding out one's arm, Tom had thought to step over his broom, ready to ride.
Tom crumpled to the floor as the broom rose at an alarming speed into his crotch, to the raucous laughter of his classmates and Harry.
Stepping out of his pensive with a grinning Harry, the older Tom Riddle could not help but chuckle a little as well.
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"Am I undermining the economy?" asked Harry as he conjured a small stack of Creds with his wand. He was sitting at a small table in a noisy family restaurant called Lil Bits, with Frank the Abra and his girlfriend Fen'iya, a curvy pink Twi'lek. Fen'iya waves the question off as she sips her Pepsi.
"You're a prime; you ARE the economy," she said while Frank nodded slowly. Fen'iya would know; her father was in Plumbus manufacturing, her mother was a real estate agent, and Fen'iya herself was majoring in econOMics at Costa del Sell for-profit university.
"That sounds like a lot of responsibility..." Harry said as he nibbled on the last of his Lil Bits Fish and Chips. Fen'iya rolled her eyes.
"Sitting on your ass and creating money out of thin air is a lot of responsibility?" she asked. Harry wasn't sure how to respond, but luckily, he didn't have too.
"Hey, you guys about done?" asked Marla, the attractive Blue Caster Minion Harry had been flirting with, and the hardest working waitress in Costa Del Sol.
"Oh I don't know," teased Harry. "You know what I could really go for? Your phone number."
Marla giggled, her bright blue hair falling in front of her face prettily.
"My shifts almost over; why don't you order desert and walk me out?" she suggested coyly.
"I bet you say to everyone, just to sell more lava cake," accused Harry.
His suspicions did not stop him and his group from ordering a large lava cake.
Later that night, Harry walked outside of Lil Bits with his arm around Marla's waist, following Frank and Fen'iya to their car.
"Hey Marla," called a voice from behind them.
"Oh god, just keep walking," said Marla, keeping her head down. Harry turned to see where the voice was coming from and locked eyes with a hostile-looking Blue Melee Minion in an overcoat, following them.
"Marla!" he called angrily. "You can't just ignore me!"
Marla just ignored him, sliding quickly into the back seat of Fen'iya's Jetta. Harry gave the man a very cold look as he got into the car after her.
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Harry lay in Marla's bed while the Blue Caster Minion played League of Legends, a video game based on her home universe. As she tried to explain the rules Harry's eyes acquired the glassy sheen he was used to seeing from people listening to him rant about Quiditch.
"I'm going for a walk," Harry declared as shrugged on his robes. Marla's eyes did not move from the screen.
"Kay, I'ma gank srubs," she responded.
Harry stepped out of Marla's apartment complex into the brisk night air of Costa del Sol. As he stepped down from her stoop however, something caught his eye. A figure in a car parked across the street, a beaten white Volvo, was staring at him.
Harry shivered, and the car rumbled to life and drove up the street, all the while the figure in the car staring intently at Harry.
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RE: Chapter 2: A Bit of Supping - Harry Potter - 03-25-2017
Harry Potter walked along the boardwalk of Costa Del Sol, his flip-flops flip-flopping, in a pair of board shorts emblazoned with the Gyffindor emblem, and a red and gold surfboard under his arm.
Walking next to him, speculating on Hinduism's applicability in the Omniverse, was Cheese-Doodle, a Buddhist warforged. A Warforged is a type of arcane golem designed for war, and Harry had a deep respect for the pacifist murder-bot.
"At the core of Hinduism is the beleif that every human is an avatar of a single almighty being, and this being thinks and feels through us," Cheese Doodle explained in his mechanical voice. "The idea is that all of history is a kind of play this almighty being is producing in order to study every possible sensation and emotion from a first-person perspective. It's a kind of voyeurism, but more than that, it implies we are a kind of scientific instrument for this almighty being to fully experience the universe. If this seems familiar to you, I would agree. Every Omniverse theologian knows what Omni says to every Prime upon arrival. 'This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have decided to make you a part of it'. Later, in the Seventh Revelation, he says that as long as you continue to interest him, you would always be reborn. This again rings of Hinduism, of reincarnation, of the ego existing beyond the form, and this voyeuristic desire behind it. We see as a well a kind of microcosm of the Omni-Prime relationship in the Prime-Secondary relationship."
Harry nodded, thinking. "Do you know how I would make a Secondary?" he asked casually.
"As I understand it," said Chees Doodle "it is quite easy to consciously make a secondary. A secondary that you create consciously is no pale imitation of life, torn from your vague impressions and subconscious desires, but an accurately sculpted living being. They will know secrets that they held in your universe but never told you, they will be as they were when you knew them. Sometimes, however, your subconscious thoughts can override your conscious prayer from Omni for an accurate representation. I think there is a certain responsibility when creating what some call non-native secondaries."
Harry nodded, thinking. The two walked in silence for a while, stopping at a frozen yogurt stand, before Cheese picked up the conversation again.
"I think all Primes have a certain responsibility to the Omniverse," he said carefully. Harry stared at the concrete. "We do not have a kind and loving God here, we have a mad voyeur who throws living souls into a meat grinder just to see what happens. We don't have action and reaction, Primes act and the rest of the Omniverse reacts, it's simple Omniphysics. Your actions as a Prime are the only way to generate and mold OM, they affect food, electricity, medicine, weapons, life, death, everything."
Harry nodded, thinking.
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Later that night they had another bonfire on the beach. Marla rested her head comfortably on Harry's chest as he roasted a smore, her bright blue hair falling into his lap. Cheese-Doodle was strumming his guitar while a drunken dwarf name Yuheejeten sang a touching lamentation. Frank the Abra was smoking a bong made from a pokeball, and his girlfriend Fen'iya lay stretched out in the sand behind him, staring at the nearly full moon.
"Dark enough, essay?" asked Hnaaag the Wookie, in his California accent.
Harry rose to his feet. With a flick of his wand the bonfire was extinguished. Harry looked back to see Marla's big bright eyes; she loved this part.
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After the firework show, Harry and Marla lay in the sand, watching the moon.
"You know, most beaches have laws about fireworks," Harry said eventually. The Blue Caster Minion giggled.
"Who would enforce a law like that? The cops don't like the beach, they don't care what we do out here as long as we don't piss of the tourists. And the Navy just likes to blow shit up," she explained.
Harry nodded, thinking.
"So," he said "What if someone drowns? Or gets attacked by a shark?"
"Does Costa Del Sol have sharks?" asked Marla. Harry shrugged. "Well, I guess they would die."
Harry nodded, thinking.
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RE: Chapter 2: A Bit of Supping - Harry Potter - 03-29-2017
Harry Potter stated intently at a bright red Magikarp named Gunther swimming around in his bowl. Gunther was owned by Hnaaag the Wookie, Harry's roommate, and Gunther was a competitor, Hnaaag was training him up for some kind of race. Harry sighed; lately he had been feeling that strange kind of loneliness that only Primes feel, and he knew what he had to do.
Harry closed his eyes and reached deep down inside himself for the OM that was always waiting just below the surface.
With a heavy heart Harry imagined the grinning face of Sirius Black, Harry's deceased godfather. For a moment Harry dared to imagine Sirius alive and healthy and happy again. But that wound did not deserve to be opened again. Harry cried a little.
Harry imagined the gentle smile of Ginny Weasly, the girl who, in another life, Harry would marry and raise three children with. Was it right, Harry wondered, to drag her into all of this, knowing no one, forced to depend on Harry? He did not think so.
Harry though of Ron, and Hermione, and all his friends and loved ones, of the family he never knew and the family he would never know, and at that moment, Harry felt comfortable summoning only one individual to cure him of the existential loneliness of the Omniverse.
Harry got to his feet as he heard a tapping on his window. He opened it, and a great white snowy owl fluttered inside and landed on his shoulder, hooting dutifully. Harry grinned.
"Hello, Hedwig."
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Harry was crouched in the sand, swirling his wand in tiny, careful circles as he coaxed the sand into a three-foot-tall scale model of Hogwarts. He concentrated intently as he shaved off some of the sand around the Quidditch pitch. Surrounding the castle was a ring of crude towers that Marla had erected, 'for protection'. Hnaaag the Wookie and Frank the Abra sat on their towels next to their surfboards, watching Marla and Fen'iya splashing in the waves.
As Harry carefully arranged a string of gargoyles on the northern wall he heard a scream.
"Tentacool!"
Harry jumped up, smashing Ravenclaw tower, panic rising in his chest. The girls were sprinting out of the ocean, along with everyone else. As they reached the shoreline, Marla fell to the ground, jerking spasmodically, and Harry saw a blue tentacled pokemon latched onto her leg.
"Stupefy!" Harry cried, and a bolt of red light shot from the tip of his wand and blasted the pokemon back into the ocean. Harry and Hnaag carried the shivering Marla onto the beach and laid her in the sand. Her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head, and an ugly red welt on her leg started to grow.
"We have to get her to a hospital!" Harry said.
"Harry," said Frank the Abra quietly. "There is someone else out there."
"What?" said Harry, distracted.
"Just beyond the reef, out of sight, someone is out there," repeated the telepathic Frank patiently. Harry froze for a moment. He looked out into the ocean, swarming with the angry jellyfish-like pokemon, and realized they surrounded the massive reef, a few hundred feet out.
"Ok," Harry said. "Ok, Hnaaag, get Marla out of here. I'm going out."
To his credit, Hnaaag the Wookie simply nodded and scooped Marla up in his arms and started running. Harry grabbed his surfboard and started running full tilt towards the ocean while onlookers screamed. Right before he touched the water, Harry let the board fall, and jumped expertly onto it, gliding a few feet above the seething mass of Tentacool. He rose a little higher when the tentacles started to grasp wildly at his surfboard.
Harry drew calm steady breathes as he approached the reef, stepping back on the surfboard, letting it rise up to the top of the sixty-foot-high hill of barnacles and omniversian sea life. He hovered above the top, his finely-honed seeker's eye spotting a glint of blonde hair in among the Tentacool. His stomach dropped.
"She's alive," said the voice of Frank the Abra telepathically. Harry steeled himself, then shot downwards towards the body. Dives were his specialty. He veered upward at the last moment, hovering above the gently floating body, but scattering the hostile mob of pokemon surrounding her.
"Locomotor!" he cried breathlessly, pointing his wand at the body, and watching it rise slowly out of the water. He wave his wand again, and set her down gently at the top of the reef. She was unconscious and her otherwise beautiful body was marred by bright red welts and tentacle marks. Harry looked back at the angry hoard of Tentacool, and spotted three eyes staring at him in a triangle formation, the top eye glowing bright red, just below the surface of the water.
"Harry!" cried Frank in his mind. "There is something- AH!"
A searing spike of telepathic pain, and then Frank's voice was lost. A new, deep voice that spoke with a soft hiss entered Harry's mind. The red eye began to flicker.
"Go now, young Prime. Go back to your beaches, and your shopping malls, and your Costa Del Sol. Think no more of dark creatures that lurk in the waters of The Vasty Deeps."
Harry stood calmly as he received the message, twirling his wand idly.
"How about," Harry responds reasonably. "You call off your pokemon, or I blast you out of the water?"
The voice hissed laughter into Harry's mind, the red eye flickering brightly. The water started to ripple, and a strange blue, duck-like Pokemon rose from the ocean.
A wild Golduck appeared.
"And where is my flock to go? They are hunted by pokemon poachers, who use their venom to create weapons. They drove us from our home, what are we to do?" asked the Golduck in Harry's mind.
Harry was tempted to say he didn't care. He was tempted to tell Golduck that it was not Harry's problem where the pokemon went. But he did not.
"You will go back to your home. And I will stop the poachers."
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