03-29-2017, 06:31 PM
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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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."
✶✶✶
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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