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Who: Harry Potter and YOU
What: Harry's first day in Haven and he might need some assistance
Were: All Over
When: His First Day

{ Harry Potter and the New Guardian }

Harry had to say that he was finding himself in more and increasingly unlikely scenarios. He's not sure how he ended up on the wrong train going to the wrong place but he somehow did. At least the people on the train weren't too upset about his randomly appearing on it. Had he somehow apparated without meaning too? He knew there was a part of him that sort of didn't want to return to Hogwarts this year after everything that had happened but he didn't really give a whole lot of serious thought into NOT going back. At the end of the day he really did love being at Hogwarts.

He's bustled off the train that is decidedly NOT the Hogwarts express and over to an information both. He's confused and a little a dazed after his whole ordeal but the information desk is not to blame for that so he tries to be as polite as he can. He trips over much of his explanation with a lot of 'Ers and ums' which he apologized for but if anything the man in charge of the booth just seemed amused and at the end of it Harry had an information packet and a box of butterbeer cookies which he should question but he didn't. He was then asked to sit at the Bench and wait for his Guardian to pick him up.

Harry nearly visibly winced at the idea as his mind immediately jumped to the Dursleys who likely weren't feeling so kindly towards him after that fake contest they'd been told they won. What was a harmless bit of fun to the wizarding world was probably going to cost Harry dearly and he was not really looking forward to it. Not to mention they'd be pissed about how far they'd have to travel to come get him but a brief overview of the information packet and Harry's convinced himself that it's not the Dursley's because it might be possible they can't reach him here.

{ Harry Potter and the Brisk Walk Around Town }

He's starting to think maybe he's a little out of touch with the muggle realm of technology because he's supposed to believe that this plastic square in his hand has the capability to function as a phone, and video recorder, a mailing device and a gaming device and it's not even plugged into a single thing. It probably runs on electricity but it's hard to imagine it's not magic with all the things this little device can supposedly do.

It also doesn't seem to have too much trouble with being around a magical being-he'd heard from Hermione that if there's too much magic in one area it tends to short out electronics. Still, he can't deny it's a pretty neat little thing. Dudley would probably kill to get one and Harry's not sure if that thoughts an exaggeration or not. There was no telling with his cousin. His mind wonders back to that night and he finds himself wondering about how his cousin is after that Ordeal-did he even really know what had happened? He hadn't much of a chance to talk to Dudley not that he was complaining.

He he shuts the screen off and pockets the device before deciding to go on a quick walk to really think about the situation. Whoever had sent him here had the decency to send him off with his wand so he'd have to thank them for that-although he's not too sure he should even be using it considering what happened over the summer.

He starts off with no clear direction in mind and just moves his feet as he'd often do back at Private Drive. He's not wearing his robes at the moment so the clothes he's in look obviously too large for a scrawny fifteen year old and starts to feel a little self conscious the moment he notices someone staring-he's not sure if it's because of this or not but he thinks he must look a little odd, all pale and scrawny like he is. He's started to gain some of his weight back it wasn't that easy when you'd been half starved the majority of the summer. Maybe he should look into getting clothes that aren't robes or his cousin's hand-me-downs.

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Evie's quick to head to the information booth the second she gets Jerry's text about Harry. And she studies the picture carefully, frowning some at what she sees and recognizing more than she'd like to. He looks so much like some of the kids from the Isle that she wonders if that's why he was put with her.

So she makes a stop. She gets some sandwiches from one of the vendors in the market. Nothing exciting. Just meat and cheese on a rather tasty roll. And she grabs a couple sodas, too. Figuring it'd be easier to talk outside before taking him home.

But she does arrive at Jerry's booth soon and Harry's pointed out. Evie heads over with her friendliest of smiles, waving some to get his attention before speaking.

"Hi. Are you Harry? I'm Evie. Jerry called me about you."

Harry might not be nearly as smart as Hermione but he liked to think he was smart enough and his seeker skills meant that he was quick to notice things. His first thought when being approached by who he can only assume is his new guardian was that she was definitely not the Dursleys, a feat he can't help but feel grateful for.

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you." He offers, quickly standing up to greet her. "I was just going through the brochure." He explained, though honestly he's still extremely confused by it all. He also wonders how the wizarding world is fairing now that he'd disappeared right off the Hogwarts Express.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," Evie offers, a faint tilt of her head and a small smile on her face. It's genuine and heartfelt. She wasn't expecting a kid to play guardian to, but she'll do her best with it. She's sure she'll do fine. She did, after all, help take care of a lot of kids on the Isle.

"That brochure isn't the most informative, is it? Sort of reads like an ad for a hotel that you may or may not enjoy."

It's fine. Evie's been in this universe long enough to be very aware that, should she sit and write a brochure, she'd never get up again.

"Are you hungry? I just bought some roast beef and cheddar sandwiches. At least, I think it's cheddar? That's what they said. Supplies around here tend to be limited, so it might not be the best. But the foods tasty."

"Not really, no." He admits a bit sheepishly as though she might take offense to it. He likes the way she smiles, it's warm and kind. It helps a lot knowing that he's in a strange place that people can still be kind.

"Oh er-I don't want to impose or anything and Jerry gave me some cookies, so I'm alright." He knew he was a little hungrier than he let on but call it a habit, he just didn't think he should be taking other people's food-not out of distrust but just because it didn't feel right. He briefly recalls that Mrs. Weasley ad sent them all off on the train with bagged lunches but his didn't seem to have made the trip.

"Is it normal for people to just.. turn up here? Randomly, no matter what they'd been doing previously?"

"If you're sure," Evie says, holding on to the sandwiches for now. She'll leave them in the fridge when she gets home, and tell Harry they're there when he wants them.

"People appear often. Roughly the same way. And this place likes to change entirely. I'm not sure if it's magic, or if we're bouncing through the multiverse, but it's definitely something." Evie tilts her head a bit towards the road, smiling at Harry more.

"Let's head back to my castle. You can have any of the available rooms. There are four of them. And anything in the fridge is yours. I cook a lot. And sew a lot, so if you need clothes repaired or want an entirely new outfit, I promise it won't be any kind of imposition. It's what I do for a living and as a hobby."

"Really? Any room of the four?" He asks in slight shock. He'd never really been given a choice on which room was his. He might have, had things in his third year not fallen through and he'd been able to move out of the Dursley's. He's still extremely bitter about that but then last year sort of pushed it out of his mind a little. In order to not dwell on that too much he completely changes the subject.

"So is magic er... is it common? Here I mean?" He's not about to break the secrecy laws until he knows they're no longer in place. It'd be a relief though to be able to freely use magic and not have to worry about getting expelled. However, as nice as it all sounds he's still wary. Anything in the Fridge? Clothes, food? He knows he shouldn't but he's still suspicious and he'll err on the side of caution for a while.

"Absolutely," Evie replies with a nod and a smile. "Any of the rooms. Decorate it however you want." She watches him some as he talks, curious as to what he's keeping to himself, but he's so much like some of the kinder Isle Kids that her heart sort of hurst for him. Still, it's his information to share. She's no fan of poking into other peoples business.

"I use magic all the time, and no one blinks. I know a lot of the people here have abilities, and no one seems bothered." A tilt of her head, looking at him with a look of curiosity on her face.

"Why?"

Well, she certainly seems genuine and knowing that she herself can use magic helps a lot to get him to relax. She didn't recognize him though so he's fairly certain that she might be from a different world. It's a relief, honestly. Now she'd get to know him as himself and not be mesmerized as some where with title of 'The Boy Who Lived.' he could step away from that and it was one of the best things he'd heard in a while.

"Oh, well. Then I should tell you-I'm actually a wizard-I was actually on my way to school specifically for magical people when I turned up here."

As Harry is walking along, he might notice an orange-striped cat running towards him. Even more surprising is when the cat decides to climb up his body, balancing on his shoulders.

And after another few minutes, Miles comes jogging towards him as well.

"O'Malley! Would you stop that, you're gonna freak people out." The cat simply meows in response, and Miles shakes his head before turning to Harry. "Sorry about that. I can't tell anymore when he's gonna be fine with being out or not. I guess today is a 'it's too hot to touch the ground' kinda day."

harry doesn't have time to fully react as the cat comes over and he sure didn't expect to be climbed like a tree.

"Ouch! hey!" he exclaims as the cat finds its way to his shoulder. he likes animals as much as the next person but claws tend to hurt. Still, better this little guy than something like a blast ended skrewt.

Then someone runs up to claim the cat-O'Malley apparently is its name. "It's fine, really. As hot as it is can't really blame him-he doesn't have the advantage of shoes." he comments. "I'm harry."

"I'm Miles. And you've met O'Malley." With another shake of his head, he removes his backpack and opens it up. "C'mon, buddy. Let's stop bothering other people."

The cat seems to contemplate whether he's going to stick with Harry for a while, before finally leaping off him and onto Miles' shoulders, then slipping into the backpack.

Slipping the pack over his shoulders, he then looks back at Harry. "Are you a new arrival?"

"Nice to meet you." He states. "Yeah, I got here this morning actually-the brochure's not as informative as I'd like but the woman they've placed me with seems nice." Very nice, suspiciously nice but really what reason would she have to mislead him? He's met some people that are nice just out of the goodness of their hearts. It's not too hard to think maybe it's the same. he's had a really rough summer.

"This place is loads different than where I'm from though-it's quite something." Better or worse well... he supposed remains to be seen.

Miles nods. "Nice to meet you too. And yeah, it can be a lot to take in at first. You might be able to get a few more answers on the network, but most of us are pretty much in the same boat. Who'd you get placed with?"

"Evie. She's been great really, her castle's nice too." he pauses a moment, suddenly wondering if he was supposed to share that information but if she ran her business out of it it wouldn't make sense to hide it?

"have you met her?" He chances asking.

"Oh, nice." With a grin, he nods. "Yeah, I know her. You're in good hands, she's pretty awesome. So you're staying with her at her place, huh?"

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Oh, hi, kiddo.

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