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Duvet played from some far off corner in the room but he didn't move from his futon even as the rumble of hover cars flew past his window in quick whooshes. He just lay there on his stomach expecting no warmth to seep into him from the window there is now sunny rays there is merely the pitter patting of fat drops of rain water hitting his window. He moves his head to the side and stares at the lock at his bedside, it is at least six in the morning he knows he doesn't have to get up but some things never leave him. In his old school days he would get up at this time he'd be at the great hall before seven waiting for his meal.
Friends, where did that thought come from, huh?
He pulled himself up into a sitting position with his back towards the metropolis view of his watery window every time he looked he was reminded that he was probably a few hundred years too far into his own present time then his past time. He wondered what happened to his friends after he was gone but again he threw the notation of friendship from his mind. He had no friends here, not a one.
He slowly stood from his futon stretching and popping his joints to satisfaction before he meandered towards the bathroom to do his normal morning routine-brushing teeth extra slowly, washing his face, showering and using the toilet. He would shave but what would be the point?
I am never going to look above the age of seventeen, I haven't aged since I got here four years ago I haven't needed to shave too much.
He shaved anyway.
Strolling out of the bathroom with a towel in hand he made his way towards the kitchen and stopped at the ready made freshly brewed coffee waiting to be poured into his favorite red and gold mug. Beside the mug sat a large porcelain bowl filled with pears, peaches and apples. He poured himself hot black coffee and snagged a peach before he walked back toward his living/bedroom. He only had three pieces of furniture. A sofa he'd saved up months to bye, a bookcase he'd bought from some garage sale that he had spray painted black. Finally, there was his desk where he did most of his work using an ancient type writer and a newish computer that he'd bought second hand during the early days of his new existence.
He picked up the bundle of clothes he'd left the night before on the sofa, a pair of boxer briefs and jeans that he pulled on as soon as the towel was discarded and a gold t-shirt with red barcode decorating his entire left side. He took a large bite of peach allowing with no annoyance, the juices to roll down his bottom lip and down his chin. He savored the sweet taste and the aroma of the coffee, sometimes, he mused...
Sometimes, despite it all having to be alone like this in a place that is simply mine is not at all bad. Being alone to mull over my day without insistent bickering and questions or stares make being away worthwhile.
He sat at his desk and began to roam the pages of his latest novella of Nets-Novel he corrected himself with a laugh. He wondered how his old school conducted itself in these days. He wondered if it were possible for it to run as it did then, stuck in a time period that neither required nor acknowledged in the slightest innovation or technology. He wondered if the children still worked with quill and parchment, if they studied by candlelight. He wondered if the pureblooded families, if they still existed, even understood anything that had nothing to do with nineteenth century or if in fact they were lost to the modernistic lifestyle of the Nets.
From around his neck the broken time turner spun but did nothing magical in the slightest other then glow pink. Whenever asked by why necklace did that while in public he would usually say that it was fancy costume jewelry that many of the young men of this era would wear with all of it lights and sounds. He looks over the work he'd done and decides that he would upload them later. He was thinking about the past too much too early in the morning.
Honestly old boy, you are far too old to go through home sickness. Pull yourself together man!
He chugged the rest of his coffee and finished off the peach before tucking away his work with care. He stood and made his way towards the front door to his small flat where he slipped on his trainers and grabbed his hooded black jumper. Maybe a walk in Neo Central would clear his mind straight away? He didn't know, he knew though, that if he had to stay cooped up in his flat any longer he would go mad.
I miss my friends. I miss her too I want to see her!
He made his way down the decrepit hall towards the elevator where an elderly woman waited patiently for the door to open. He stood beside her as they clambered inside the cylindrical steel tube, it smelled like old pizza and piss.
"What number?" He asked.
"First Floor m'boy." She said in thick accent that was neither native islander nor mainland but something he'd not necessarily heard in a long time. Something distinctly southern, distinctly American but he wasn't sure. Foreigners from the dead continent weren't that well known nowadays but considering her wrinkled face and white ash hair he figured that she must be from the First Brood Colony from fifty years before.
He pushed lightly on the flat surface where ONE blinked brightly in blue and he waited quietly for the elevator to move. He didn't look at the woman nor did he want to talk to her. In all the time he'd been stuck in the Futuristic Timeline he'd never made a mood to befriend anyone, sure that his friends would come find him.
But they never did.
When the tube finished its decent and the elevator door swung opened he and his companion made their way towards the lobby doors where the rain greeted them. He lifted the hood to cover his messy hair and stepped into the cold stinking wet air his steps heavy and laden with his earlier thoughts. He'd been abandoned four years ago by his friends people he had been certain would try to find him. From what he knew they had gone on well in their lives, his best friends marrying each other and having a brood of children. He knew that they world had gone on despite their little war, obviously but there was something missing from his life. Something that made his chest hurt and his heart crack in pain.
He knew that she had gone on in her life she hadn't even waited a full year until she had married someone else. He'd found enough in his research. When he'd gone into it he was sure that he would find that she had been with no one, sure that she waited for him. He was wrong, she'd married someone else had his children and apparently the two had gone on in their lives together happily. He shouldn't be bitter but he was, so terribly angry that he could be so easily forgotten as though he were nothing.
Don't think on it. Forget her.
He crossed the empty streets and made his way towards the forgotten park. Neo Central had once been beautiful, he had been sure. It was filled with children's old toys and play grounds but now everything was left abandoned and useless just like him. He made his way to the sand box and sat on the wet linoleum. He kicked a piece of cobblestone with the tow of his trainer when a familiar soft rumbling came to his ears.
He petted the fat orange tabby from head to tail allowing his fingers to get lost in the wet fur. It smelled repugnant but he didn't really mind. It was one of the few animals he saw in the city other then the birds that seemed to thrive in the metropolis where cars flew in the sky. It was so different from anything that he had ever known in his normal life from back then but then again, it didn't matter now. Nothing about those times mattered to him anymore.
"You're lost in grief..." He said to himself as he scratched the rumbling fat cat behind the ears. The rain continued to fall in cold fat drops and he could hear the city so clearly in his ears one collected scream. The year was 2498 Mejiro (White-Eye) Ear and in an abandoned park seated at an old broken sand box the former savior lost in time sat bitterly alone. Harry Potter was alone.
This is a little weird, I won't deny it. How Harry ended up there is probably obvious; the broken Time Turner. How it broke? Will be revealed some time soon depended if you review.
Next Chapter (If you review?) will involve his new life and a face from the literal past comes bumping into him on the street with their own story to tell and the fate of Hogwarts if revealed.