fallen prince

seventh year 17 cismale

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ginny:

there was always something, wasn’t there? ginny couldn’t remember a time where her life wasn’t chaotic in some sort of way. she was born after the fall of voldemort, everything was supposed to be okay after that. and maybe it was. maybe just for a moment. however, after her first year and all the trauma it caused her even to this day, it was hard to believe life would ever become ‘normal.’ now she was missing. fantastic. as she stood by the black lake, she found herself ripping up her copy of the daily prophet. no, she wasn’t going to deal with this right now. hearing a voice behind her, she immediately found herself turned to face a boy that reminded her somewhat of harry but she knew it wasn’t him. “hey man… you okay?” she bit down on her bottom lip. comforting people wasn’t exactly her strong point, you could say. 

        he recognised her voice before he could even see her face. it was different -- YOUNGER -- but it was still hers. and suddenly he felt panicked for a whole other reason -- his parents might’ve been missing, but at the same time, they were h e r e, and right now, he was speaking to one of them. he slowly removed his face from his hands, looking up to see his mother looking confusingly younger than himself. ( merlin, could this get any weirder? ) and worst of all, she CLEARLY didn’t know who he was: he might as well have been a stranger to her. ❝ mum... ❞ he whispered, unsure of what else to even say. it was stupid, of course, to call her mum -- she looked as though she were fifteen, and she would have no clue that he was her son. he started again. ❝ ginny, you’re... you’re ginny, aren’t you? i... how old are you? are you (...) do you recognise me? ❞

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james:

The moment he had laid eyes on the daily prophet, James had experienced a nasty feeling in his stomach. His first course of action had been to curse for a few seconds on end, his second had been to grab his wand and apparate to hogwarts. His siblings were there, and he not only craved their company after receiving this terrible news ( which was his worst, worst  fears coming true all at once ) but he wanted to be there for them. As he was making his way to the castle in a pace that was near to running, eyes fell on a figure that could well be albus. Once he neared him, he thanked Merlin for giving him his mother’s eyesight, and not his father’s, as he had been right. “Al, Al —,” he began, placing a hand on his shoulder before pulling him in a hug. “C’mhere. you’re not, ‘tis okay, yeah? Take your time.”

         the moment he heard his voice, it felt like a wave of relief washed over him. few things could calm albus when he was in the midst of PANIC, but one of those things just so happened to be his brother. he hadn’t thought he’d be able to find him, hence his dazed stumble out towards the lake instead of within the castle walls and towards help, but now he was here, and he felt instantly c a l m e r. he wrapped his arms around his taller brother, burrowing his face into james’ shoulder as tears began to fall from his eyes and stain his shirt. ❝ james, what... ❞ he struggled to breathe, squeezing his brother a little tighter as he attempted to stop the tears from flowing. ❝ what the hell is going on? mum and dad they’re... ❞ he couldn’t even get the words out. his words stopped for a moment as he gathered himself and slowed his breathing. finally, he pulled away, holding james’ arms and studying him. ❝ what’re you doing here? ❞

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luna:

She always tried, and often she failed. Luna wondered if it was her own fault that she didn’t have friends until just a year ago; she was not made for these situations, and yet she found herself in them. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, her words softer, filled with excuses she was not saying but did mean. She didn’t recognise this — panic, that is. She barely experienced negative emotions, tended to disassociate in stead ( not that she was aware of that ) and that made other’s negative emotions hard to understand, especially when they were so intense. She wondered what she could say to help him, but now that she had to be careful with every word, everything seemed WRONG. “I’m Luna,” she said eventually, solving the problem of him not knowing who she was. “And I thought I was, but now I don’t know — I want to help.” Did she? If her intentions were right, why were her actions not? Luna wished she had never talked. “I’m sorry.”

         albus found himself immediately regretting snapping at the blonde who upon second glance appeared to be GENUINE in her attempts to calm him. the apology that fell from her lips was honest, and far softer than he’d been with her, and though he felt bad, he didn’t take it back. he merely attempted to gather his thoughts, slow his breathing and look up at her, his frown now marginally softer. ❝ it’s okay, ❞ he muttered, stopping his unsteady walk and finally sitting on the soft grass beneath the oak tree -- he need to p a u s e. if he kept moving, then his mind would keep ticking. and what he needed right now, was to just stop and BREATHE. ❝ can you... ❞ he didn’t even know how she could help. in all of his years calming his anxiety, he’d often had to deal with it himself, and he liked to think he was rather good at it. but at the same time, he didn’t want her to leave. ❝ can you distract me, maybe? i’m, uh... i’m albus by the way. i, um... i think i might know you. ❞

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fred:

Fred didn’t like to brag (( yes he did ), but he thought he had been handling this situation pretty damn well. Or at least, he was doing a hella good job at ignoring it all together. That was until he heard about his aunts and uncles. Fuck- it seemed like his family could never really catch a break and that just pissed him off. Fred was currently trying to shake off this restless feeling with a brisk walk around the castle, but he was hauled when he heard a soft, but shaky voice. This Weasley might have been an ass at times, but he couldn’t very well just pass by someone in distress. So he followed the sound, just out the door and saw his cousin. A slightly dazed, and very stressed Albus. Of course he was freaking out, not only had one parent gone missing, but the pair of them. Fred couldn’t imagine what Albus was going through, but he didn’t want to just leave him there alone, “Albus?” He asked, carefully taking a step forward not wanting to add to his stress, but concerned the middle Potter child would topple over at any moment. He was walking away from the castle, so Fred just… followed behind, “Hey, you wanna sit down or something? There’s a nice warm castle back there, man.”  

        albus hadn’t expected anyone to follow him yet alone try and TALK to him -- then again, a cousin wasn’t exactly ‘ anyone ’. fred was family, after all. and maybe they weren’t the closest of friends, but albus was sure that if he’d seen fred in a similar state to his own currently, he’d say something. what was truly up for debate was whether or not he wanted company at the moment, whether he wanted anyone to comfort him. all he really wanted was his parents back. ❝ can i, um.... ❞ he struggled to catch his breath, turning slowly to face fred. ❝ i want some fresh air. i, um... i need some.... i need air. ❞ he continued on his stumble march down to the lake, hoping his cousin would follow though not really bothering to check. how was this happening? why was this happening? it couldn’t be real, SURELY. ❝ have you... ❞ he turned back around, sucking in a deep breath before trying to speak again. ❝ have you read the paper? read about mum and dad? and uncle ron, aunt hermione, they um... they can’t find them. in the timeclash, they... they can’t find them. ❞

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luna:

the grounds are the same. while the leaves may have changed a few times over the years and the squid has aged, luna is glad to realise that it still smells like home. on the grounds, there’s only the breeze and insects and other animals — and most importantly, there’s no taunts.the grounds were her home before she gained her friends, and it’s home still. she’s walking over the grounds – barefooted – going over the things she has learned since the world clashed and everything turned upside down. her train of thought is, however, interrupted, when she hears a s t r a n g e r talking to himself ( which, in truth, she doesn’t find odd: she does it plenty herself ). she’s thrown off for a moment, observing him. she’s not the best at this – she stumbles when she tries to comfort people, especially when she doesn’t know them. still, she always tries. “oh, i hardly think you are,” she starts, eyes wide, mouth small. “this is all quite mad, and that’s coming from me.”

        her voice shocked him, doing NOTHING to help his panting breath except maybe make it quicker. his bright green eyes looked up at her, wide and terrified through the rim of his glasses. why is this happening? his desperate gaze seemed to beg, hoping that maybe an answer would bring him back to reality. why do these things always happen? why the potter family was the real question. why did it have to be HIS family that went missing? his dad, his mum, his aunt, his uncle? he could feel his throat closing up, his chest felt as though it were being constricted, and it seemed as though her words weren’t exactly helping. ❝ i don’t... ❞ he sucked in a deep breath, a slight wheeze sounding from his throat. ❝ i don’t even KNOW you. and you’re... ❞ he wheezed again, trying his best to steady his breathing. ❝ you’re not helping. why would you say that? ❞

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hugo:

“what?” his expression was full of confusion. he grabbed the paper off the table. reading the daily prophet, his heart felt as if it had dropped. his eyes ran over the words over and over again, each time his heart sinking further and further as he read the names of the people gone missing. after reading the prophet three times, hugo stared blankly at the paper in his hands. the time clash was real. it wasn’t a joke. the people claiming they were from past years were legitimately from those times. his eyes found their way back to the names of his mum and dad. …my parents are missing… his eyes shot to his cousin. “if our parents are missing…” he trailed off, partially scared of the thought he was going to share. “do you think they could be here? with us?”

                albus’ features fell as he watched hugo read, realisation dawning on him that he’d genuinely been the one to break the news to his cousin. on instinct, his arm reached around hugo’s shoulders, rubbing his arm in a soothing manner as his mother had done for him COUNTLESS times. ❝ sorry, hu, i thought maybe you knew. they only released the statement today but people have been talking about it for a few days. ❞ albus paused at the question hugo posed, a question he hadn’t even considered though he was sure he should’ve. just because his parents were missing, didn’t mean they weren’t here -- at least in some form. ❝ i mean... maybe? what year did they say they’re from? ‘96? that would make dad... 16. so... maybe they are here. ❞

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regulus:

   not expecting to find himself in the company of a stranger ( so soon after his arrival on the pitch ) — someone who must have had a similar idea to him ( the idea to utilize the pitch for a bit of stress relief; in regulus’s case, somewhere quiet so that he can process all that has transpired thus far )— the slytherin sixth year shakes his head in response to the other boy’s question. no, he isn’t there to play. it’s just that the quidditch pitch affords him a sense of familiarity, one that the castle used to provide as well ( before he realized just how different it was. ) of course, it possesses many similarities to the school he remembers so well & with fondness. but there are also the various differences he can’t ignore. which is what led him to visit the pitch in the first place, if only for a moment. “i just needed to get away from there for awhile.” he gestures toward hogwarts with his hand, dark gaze studying him curiously. “i take it you had the same idea?”

        albus wasn’t sure what to make of the younger boy, a boy who seemed equally as desperate to find somewhere quiet away from the CHAOS of the castle. he was definitely someone albus had never seen before, perhaps someone he knew or perhaps a complete s t r a n g e r, but either way, he had to have been from one of the... ‘ other ’ timelines. the potter boy paused for a moment, head tilting slowly to the side as he looked the student up and down -- as if his appearance would give away what decade he was meant to be in. albus shook himself back to reality, swinging his broom over his shoulder as he nodded in agreement. ❝ understandable, ❞ was all he said, looking back at the castle with a narrowed gaze. ❝ yeah, yeah i needed to get AWAY, ❞ he responded, looking back at the student with a shrug. ❝ guess you could say this has all been a bit too much for one day. i find flying helps to de-stress. ❞

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# ( james ! )

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone !

pain in my ass 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone !

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone !

we are family – sister sledge

my muse’s last text to your muse !

[ sent - 10:43pm ]: james wtf did u steal my pyjamas[ sent - 10:44pm ]: literally WHAT use are u gunna get out of my pYJAMAS???[ sent - 10:44pm ]: WE’RE NOT EVEN THE SAME SIZE IM LITERALLY BAFFLED GIVE THEM BACK FFS

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# ( DOM ?? )

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone !

dom

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone !

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone !

we are family – sister sledge

my muse’s last text to your muse !

[ sent - 11:15pm ]: dom for the last time i’m not playing dance dance revolution with u [ sent - 11:15pm ]: last time i played, i LITERALLY broke my ankle[ sent - 11:16pm ]: my body was not built for dancing[ sent - 11:16pm ]: ask james plS

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# ( for Freddy or Teddy )

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone !

Fredward II

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone !

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone !

we are family – sister sledge

my muse’s last text to your muse !

[ sent - 4:32pm ]: FREDDY[ sent - 4:32pm ]: PLS[ sent - 4:32pm ]: I NEED MY HEADPHONES BACK[ sent - 4:33pm ]: I’M S U F F E R I N G

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone !

teddy bear

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone !

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone !

teddy bears picnic – children’s nursery rhyme

my muse’s last text to your muse !

[ sent - 5:29pm ]: teddy pl s respond[ sent - 5:34pm ]: ted im sRs i can’t find james, i’m freaking out[ sent - 5:41pm ]: pls call me when u get this

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person: *points at leg* why is your leg shaking

me: well my pal my buddy I am full of anxiety

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albus released a ( shaky ) breath, hoping to release the tension that was tight in his chest; to no avail. he felt physically SICK, his arm clutched around his stomach as the words of the prophet tattooed themself across his brain. his parents -- the two people who kept him grounded, who kept him safe -- were missing. and not just that, but they could be here... just not as themselves. younger, maybe. the thought alone made him DIZZY. he could barely stay upright as he stumbled through the castle doors, the crisp october air hitting his face as sharp as a thousand knives. he breathed again, hoping to control his racing pulse as he walked towards the lake, begging for the fresh air to do him some good. ❝ calm down, albus, ❞ he muttered. ❝ you’re overreacting. calm. down. ❞

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regulus:

   gazing in the direction of the three hooped goal posts that have been a necessity to quidditch pitches for as long as he’s been playing the game, lines of uncertainty and contemplation form between his eyebrows. he hasn’t set foot on the school’s quidditch pitch since he first learned of his fate as both a student of hogwarts and as a resident of 1977, and now that he’s standing in the middle of it, he can’t help but wonder what the future will hold for him & the wizarding world as a whole. “what are we supposed to do now?” he mutters to himself, arms tucked within the folds of his robes. what can they do but adapt to their circumstances?

         albus was in need of a release. he’d yet to encounter anyone from the PAST, though he’d equally been heavily avoiding such confrontation. he didn’t need that level of s t r e s s. in fact, he’d really managed to avoid the issue as a whole until he’d read the paper this morning. his parents were missing? his uncle, his aunt, his professor -- missing? hell, even the minister for ( fucking ) magic was missing. his head was spinning, the uncertainty of the entire situation leaving him shaken and distraught. the only thing he could think to help him was a quick bit of QUIDDITCH. as he walked across the pitch, he heard a voice speak from his right. after a moment of shock, he slowly made his way over to them, sure that he’d never seen them before. ❝ hey, mate, ❞ he called out to the boy as he approached. ❝ you here to play? ‘cause i think practice is cancelled. ❞

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hugo:

hugo rushed over to the overpopulated gryffindor table and sat down. “okay. i’ve heard many people saying the year is two different years than what the actual year is, and, quite frankly—” hugo shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands in the air. “it’s bothering the bloody hell out of me.” he chuckled nervously. he grabbed the goblet in front of him and downed his pumpkin juice.

                albus was startled by the sudden emergence of his cousin, his eyes fluttering for a moment and his head shaking before he offered hugo a meek smile. ❝ guess you haven’t read the paper then, eh? ❞ he slid the prophet in the gryffindor’s direction, pointing at the main headline. ❝ seems we’ve got some visitors from the past. so if someone said they’re from the 90′s or the 70′s, they’re actually not lying. ❞ albus took a sip from his pumpkin juice, hand every so slightly shaking though he managed to hide it.

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