Fandom Colliding Timelines 2 ( A HP Multi-timeline RP)

[Martzi]

Phoenix Doyle

Phoenix had been sitting with Callie for a while by the time it happened. Long enough to get absorbed by their book. Phoenix was the kind of person for whom, when they got really into a book, the whole world disappeared only to be replaced by the one they were reading about. It was to such an extent that Phoenix didn't even notice when the compartment disappeared around them - they had already been utterly oblivious to it for some time. There was no sensation of flying, no blur of colors, no oppressive silence. Only the world of the 1500's. Until, that is, they were pulled out of their book with an unpleasant jerk by the sudden sensation of a person beneath them.

Phoenix lowered their book with a slight frown as they looked around them, taking a second to reorient themself as they came back to the real world. They became aware that they were in a whole new compartment on the other side of the train. Across from them Callie had disappeared, only to be replaced by a different student reading a book, a brown-haired boy with dark eyes. They didn't think they had ever met the boy, though he looked to be around their own age. And out the window, the weather had changed slightly into a heavier rain. Though that could have happened just while they were reading. How on earth had Phoenix wound up here? They hadn't moved - they'd just sat in one place ever since they'd opened their book! Right? Could they have been sleep-walking? Or more like sleep-reading? They'd never done it before but there was a first time for everything.

And then Phoenix registered properly what had brought them out of their book - they were sitting on someone's lap. How the hell had that happened?! "Sorry, sorry," Phoenix said, hastily sliding off the person's lap and into the seat next to them. It wasn't their fault they'd invaded the person's personal space - they had no idea how they'd wound up here - but they probably could have moved a little faster, if they hadn't been so dazed and confused.

Phoenix took a moment to take in the boy whose lap they'd appeared on. He was another stranger who looked to be their own age, with dark-brown hair and hazel eyes. Phoenix glanced between him and the other occupant of the compartment and asked uncertainly, "I don't suppose you know how I got here?" Perhaps they'd seen something they had missed, absorbed as they had been in their book.

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[Martzi]

Callie Simpson

Callie was rather less oblivious to the world around her while reading. The instant the world disappeared into a blur of shapes and color, she closed her book neatly on her lap, hands folded on top of it as she looked around. She didn't pull out her wand, not yet. Instead, she simply waited a minute to see if it would pass. Sure enough, it did, well before she would have been inclined to draw her wand.

All of a sudden the blur of shapes skidded to a halt, leaving behind a compartment. Small details told Callie it was a different one than she'd been in a moment ago, with the trunks in a different location, a scratch on the seat beside her. Across from her, Phoenix had disappeared. They had been replaced by a different student, one Callie had never seen before. With all the time they spent in the Hospital Wing, Callie saw most students at some point or other. And she had a truly incredible memory so she rarely forgot them. But... maybe this girl was a new transfer student from a school abroad? She had a kit with string out next to her and seemed to be weaving them together.

"I have no idea how I got here," Callie admitted with her usual bluntness, getting straight to the point. "Do you?" she asked hopefully. She didn't think the girl had done anything to land her here - the girl didn't even have her wand out, so how could she have? But surely there was a reason why Callie had wound up in this compartment specifically? But then Callie tilted her head to the side, processing the sounds around her. It seemed like there was chaos in the corridor and other compartments as well. "Though I suspect it's related to whatever's happening out there," she admitted, getting to her feet to poke her head out in the corridor. She saw some classmates she recognized out there but also plenty she didn't. Which was unusual. She turned back to the girl in the compartment and asked, "Where did all you new students come from?"

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[Zombie.]

HOUSE: Gryffindor

ERA: Golden Trio

LOCATION: A train compartment

basics

MENTIONS:
Hermione, Ron, James, Remus

INT:
The above

tags

TLDR: When someone that looks exactly like a younger version of his deceased father appears in the compartment, Harry can't find the words to speak.

tl;dr

harry potter

The Boy Who Lived.

Part way through Hermione's response to his news, all of a sudden and very seemingly out of nowhere, a fifth person (sixth, if one were to include the Animagus hiding in Ron Weasley's pocket) materialised into the compartment. More specifically, he had materialised onto the floor of it. The compartment door hadn't opened—Harry was sure of it—yet somehow, the young wizard that Harry now watched very carefully had made his way into the room without anyone else seeing how he'd done it.

Blinking hard a few times to make sure he was really seeing what was in front of him, Harry initially assumed he hadn't put his contact lenses in properly after all, and had just been... Imagining that his vision had been fine up until that moment. No. That couldn't be right. His vision wasn't blurry at all, yet the young wizard that appeared just seconds ago looked exactly and unmistakably like his father. The only problem with that was that his father was most definitely dead—let alone young enough to be a student. The adult that had previously been sleeping in the compartment got up impressively quickly after being woken by the commotion on the train.

Harry's mouth opened as if he were about to say something, but after a moment of hesitation he closed it again, instead just furrowing his brow. He might have been fooled by deceptive magic a few years ago when he gazed into the Mirror of Erised, but now he at least knew to remind himself not to fall for such nonsensical illusions. It sounded easy enough, but when Hermione quietly addressed his father's apparent twin by name, Harry's eyes couldn't help but momentarily glisten with hope in its purest form as he waited for the intruder to speak.

He knew it was naïve of him to hope even for a moment that there was an ounce of truth to Hermione's remark—but he couldn't help it. There wasn't a day that went by he didn't long for his parents. Harry thought about following up his friend's question with an 'Are you really... him?', but if he asked that, there would have been a chance the answer would've disappointed him.. So he remained silent, his perplexed blue eyes not once leaving the male's face. By the sound of it, their compartment wasn't the only one that had received a visitor.

When the wand-bearing adult positioned himself between them and the intruder, Harry found himself slowly standing up too, as if being on his feet would somehow either help him make more sense of things or ready him for whatever was about to happen. Which, in that moment, could have been anything. The scene in the compartment was tense, but at no point did Harry feel the urge to reach for his own wand. Perhaps that was naïve of him too, allowing something that was most probably the result of trickery to lower his guard—and not even an hour after Mr Weasley had very specifically warned him to keep it up.

Harry never could have foreseen that the first thing he'd have to be cautious towards was his own deceased father.

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