[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

[Harry found himself in the lobby of what seemed like a large castle but he was sure he'd been on the train home just moments ago. And it certainly didn't look like Hogwarts. Not far away, there was a journal lying on the ground so he picked it up and opened it to have a look.]

Interesting...

[He murmured and the word appeared in the book.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[The words appeared again. He wondered if someone was reading this and decided he'd seem much stranger things recently and asked a few other questions.]

My name is Harry Potter. Does anyone know where am I? Or know Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger?

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[courageous_wit]

[why is his voice so... pre-pubescent?]

dictated

[courageous_wit]

Harry? It's... erm, it's Hermione. Where are you, exactly?

[forsometimenow]

There are plenty of people here, yes. Everything you write in this book can be seen by everyone else here in Paradisa.

Dictated

[deltacain]

I don't know if the people you're asking about are here, but I at least know where we are.

Welcome to Cair Paradisa.

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

Hermione! I don't understand what happened. I was sure we were on the train.

It looks like a lobby but it's certainly not Hogwarts. Where are we?

[scarredglasses]

Paradisa? I don't think I've heard of that before.

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

Thank you? [He's a little unsure and his tone strikes the question mark.]

How exactly did I get here?

[Dictated]

[aphoenixsong]

Harry. [There is a multitude of emotions in his tone - most of them warm and welcoming.] You are in a world called Paradisa. I believe only Miss Granger is a resident of the castle at the moment.

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

Professor? [He had a question on the tip of his tongue and wasn't sure if it his place to ask. But Dumbledore had been very kind and forward with him in the hospital wing and he won't know unless he asked.]

Was this...your doing, sir?

[Dictated]

[courageous_wit]

The train... [tries to place him by his voice] After our first year.

Harry, I'll be down in a moment. Don't be alarmed, all right?

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

[Harry was confused by what she was saying but nodded. Then realised she wouldn't be able to see him.]

Okay. What's going on?

[Dictated]

[aphoenixsong]

Not at all, though I am honored you would think so.

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

Then how did I get here? Another type of magic?

[He still had so much to learn, and he knew it, perhaps another conversation with his Headmaster could shed some light on everything. At least he wasn't at the Dursley's.]

[Dictated]

[aphoenixsong]

This place is quite Magical. I do not know how you arrived nor do I know how I arrived. [Or was revived, but why go there?] As far as I know, you are in no danger.

[Yet.]

dictated > action

[courageous_wit]

You'll see.

[she'll end the discussion there and head on down. She decided against Apparating, since an eighteen-year-old Hermione is going to be surprising enough for him]

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

It must be very powerful to bring you here without your knowledge.

[Another doubt in the back of his mind came through.] I did stop Quirrel, didn't I Professor? [This couldn't be Voldemort again, could it?]

[Action]

[scarredglasses]

[Harry closed the book and looked around the lobby waiting to see his young bushy haired friend. What greeted him was something entirely different.]

...Hermione?

[Dictated]

[aphoenixsong]

Indeed. [But he isn't overly worried about it.] You did. I assure you that Voldemort had no hand in this.

[Dictated]

[scarredglasses]

I suppose that's a little comforting. How long have you been here?

[He's not complaining. Anywhere is better than Privet Drive. But he'd still like some answers. Anyone would.]

[forsometimenow]

None of us have until we're brought here. And I can guess what your next question is going to be, but nobody is sure how we're pulled here.

[scarredglasses]

So if no one knows how we got in, does that mean no one knows how to get out?

[He's a little too excited at this prospect.]

[courageous_wit]

[she always knew this was a possibility, that one day Ron or Harry might show up and they would be behind her. But she didn't think they would ever be this far behind!]

Yes, it's me, Harry. A bit older than you last saw me. And you're quite a bit younger than I last saw you.

[scarredglasses]

[Walking over to her, he's not sure what exactly to do. Last thing he remembered was the three of them talking on the train.]

How much older, exactly?

[lupinotuum]

Now where is that blasted wand --

[ Remus is only just making his way through the lobby on his way out when Harry arrives, busy rummaging through his pockets in search of something he's obviously misplaced. He makes a small grumbling noise as he pats himself down, before suddenly stopping in his tracks.
With a small laugh and a shake of his head, he reaches up to procure his wand from behind his ear, having forgotten that he'd placed it there in the first place. ]

Ah, there it is!

[ Stashing it safely in his pocket, he steps forward, only to stop again when he spots Harry.

He stands for a moment, utterly perplexed by the boy before him.
Forgive him for staring, Harry. It's just that you look uncannily like James. ]

[courageous_wit]

I was eighteen when I arrived here.