03-23-2017, 02:00 AM
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.
✶✶✶
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.
✶✶✶
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.
✶✶✶
"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.
✶✶✶
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.
***
"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.
✶✶✶
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.
✶✶✶
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.
✶✶✶
"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.
✶✶✶
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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