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Hogwarts - Fantasy February: Day 1


An Invasion? Really


Regulus couldn't quite work out where things had gone wrong, but this whole situation was veering a little close to something out of the Twilight Zone for his liking to be completely honest.

His day had started off pretty normally. He had awoken to the screeching of his alarm clock, rolled out of bed and pulled on the first pair of clean jeans he could find, before tugging on one of his many company t-shirts. He had barely glanced at his mirror that morning before hurrying out of his apartment and down the stairs, a slice of toast and a travel mug of strong coffee in hand.

Music blaring through his bluetooth earphones, Regulus had made his way through the thick crowds of people and towards the small computer repair shop he called work. It was nothing special, and quite honestly he rarely had to deal with any customers, they all tended to frequent the big tech labs instead of the little independent fix it shops.

A lot had changed since their tiny planet had been 'recolonised', although privately Regulus referred to it as being invaded, seeing as they had gone to sleep one day with everything completely normal, only to wake up the next morning under the rule of some rich space traveller.

While it didn't affect Regulus' life too much, he still found himself irritated when he thought of the way things had changed, and how people seemed to gloss over the fact that they had once been a completely independent planet. He supposed not everyone was as dubious of authority figures as he was, but still, he didn't think it was right to just go around and claim planets and colonies just because you had the money to do so.

So immersed in both his music and his thoughts, Regulus took no notice of the shimmering lime green portal that had begun to appear. Dotted around, they glowed intensely as creatures and aliens made their way through from the other side. People began to scream, to push and shove as they fought their way out of the huddled masses, desperate to escape the clutches of the unknown.

It was only as Regulus turned the corner into the forgotten side street that he finally realised what was going on. The shack of a shop where he worked was no longer tucked away inside the grimy alley, instead it was crushed beneath the metallic legs of a small (and rather ratty looking) spaceship that Regulus had never seen before in his life. Debris lay scattered across the concrete floor, what had once been his desk lay crushed in a heap. Regulus silently mourned the loss of his snacks he had kept tucked within its drawers.

It was in that moment as he gazed at the wreckage, keys that were no longer needed dangling within his hands, that Regulus remembered the words scrawled across his mirror that morning. The words that he had barely bothered to look for, too preoccupied with finding a clean shirt and making his coffee, something he sorely regretted now.

Run.

Those had been the words etched into the frosty glass of his bathroom mirror. It had clearly been a warning, an omen as to what was about to be set into motion, and he had been too busy making toast to even bother taking in the gravity of the situation. He couldn't help but to feel a bit of an idiot now. But now the question was where was he supposed to run, towards the business crushing spaceship that he had never seen before, or towards the terrifying portals that were being swarmed with aliens. Flustered and confused, Regulus was unsure what to do, it wasn't exactly a situation someone prepared themselves for, he didn't even have his good running shoes on.

As he finally prepared himself to make a move, to run in the opposite direction of the ominous spaceship and try to keep away from the invading aliens, the door to the shuttle began to open. A deep hissing noise could be heard as a thick plume of smoke bellowed out from the small shuttle, coating the alleyway in smog. It was all a bit dramatic, as if someone had watched one too many alien movies and decided to copy them, Regulus couldn't help but to roll his eyes at the whole situation.

Through the thick smoke and dust, Regulus could just about make out a head of thick curly brown hair, the pilot he supposed. They made their way to the door, stumbling around as they coughed and spluttered (not exactly the best first impression Regulus privately thought).

"Don't suppose you could help an alien out could you?"


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Prompts:

365 - [86] Mirror

Fantastic Beasts - [182] Thestral: Regulus Black

Scavenger Hunt - [43] Write a story about a character you love.

Sticker Club - [4] Salazar Slytherin's Locket: Regulus Black

Stop! Hamper Time - Lime Cordial: Lime Green

Would You Rather - Write an AU

Scamander's Case - [29] Word: Omen