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Date: 31 December 2001
Characters: Godric Gryffindor, NPC security team, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Alicia Spinnet
Setting: Portal clearing, Command center
Content: PG
Status: Private : Open



He crouched, bow in hand, arrow notched and ready, the snow falling silently around him, but Godric was focused on the small deer grazing on grass that stuck up through the ankle-deep snow covering the land. His breath curled in white, gossamer wisps around him, Godric's gaze remained riveted to the creature who moved slowly forward, its body slowly coming clear of the cluster of trees that blocked his shot. His arm drew back, the slightest of movements in the most economical of manners born over years of practice, drawing taunt under his fingertips, and Godric held his breath, the tips of his fingers relaxing to loose the arrow. The whisper of air by his ear was the only indication that the arrow was flying, flying true, finding purchase deep in the chest of the deer, and it slumped into the white snow.

Rising from where he'd left an impression in the snow, Godric carefully padded through the snow to the deer, not wanting to disturb other deer in the area. If he could bring down another, they could be bleed out overnight and be sectioned for salt storage in the ground wells. Godric knelt beside the deer, checking for signs of life, but it had been a quick kill, and he sent a silent prayer of thanks to the gods for their gift as he scanned the treeline for another. He spotted a large buck, not more than a hundred feet away, and he was moving just a short distance from his first kill, slipping another arrow against the bow without a sound, already lining up the shot in his minds' eye. In two days time, he would be meeting with the others in the central village for the continuing Yule feasts, and it was there that he would press his concerns with Helga and Rowena but now, his thoughts were on stocking the wells.

Godric rose slowly, turning the bow just the smallest bit to make a more accurate shot when he felt a disturbing tinge in the pit of his stomach, the feeling was a perversion of apparation, and the deer was forgotten in the dark whisper of awareness but he didn't have time to lower his bow when it happened. Everything around him went black, and Godric felt as if he'd taken a stun hex to the head. A feeling of dread cloaking him, the hint of random voices floated by in the abyss, and then there was a rush of air. He blinked and his eyes tried to focus in the new shadowed darkness, the weight of heated air pressing on him suddenly in the midst of shouting voices. Strange words assaulted his ears. When his vision focused, Godric tensed at the sight of five oddly dressed men pointing sticks or tubes at him - he could not make out what they were in the fell dark of the clearing, and his fingers tightening on the bow that was now pointed at one of them.

"Sweet Merlin, it can't be," Tory Biggles stated, shining his flashlight onto the strangers features before dropping it slightly. "Hold your fire. I... I know this sounds mental but I think this is Godric Gryffindor. I saw parchments with his likeness in school, and this bloke is a dead-ringer. Hey, Dorian, you're good with ancient runes. Try, um, a greeting."

Some of the words were familiar to him, but they were coarse and rough, as was the other man's manner of speaking. One of the darkly clothed men stepped forward, lifting his wand to which Godric immediately shifted his aim to that man but the wizard continued, sweeping his wand in a fluid motion that left golden symbols hanging in the air between them. Godric's head startled back and he automatically lowered his bow, unsheathing the arrow, as he read the golden message. "Who art thou?" he demanded in a his thickly accented version of old English, looking from one to the other. "I would parlay with your Elder!" Godric stated firmly, eying each man with distinct caution and distrust.

Each of the security team members looked from one to the other until the one called Dorian stepped forward and made an awkward bow-like motion before pointing to one of the Jeeps parked on the edge of the clearing. "We're the, um, security team for the portal, and um, we have a metal, um, horse, sir," he offered in a faltering, hesitant tone before lifting his wand again and more golden runes painted in the hanging air between them. Godric read them quickly, his eyebrow arching in clear question, his expression leaving no confusion as to his estimation that the man was crazy. Dorian shrugged at his comrades and walked over to the door of the Jeep, holding it open, and Godric could see a raised throne in the bizarre compartment. He approached it cautiously, raising his right hand and gesturing minutely, a flash of white engulfing the Jeep then receding. Satisfied, Godric hoisted himself into the seat, tucking his bow between his legs.

With a roar, the vehicle started and Godric's grip on the seat tightened sharply, his spell had found no danger in the iron box but that didn't mean he was any more trusting of the strange device. He did, however, believe the wizard next to him had no ill will directed at him. Godric's head was spinning. Where was he? Was this all a dream? That had to be it. He'd been hit with a hex, clearly, and was dreaming. The iron box jostled as it moved down a dirt path and, after a few minutes, blazing lights from above illuminated castle gates opening before them. Godric's eyes widened when he regarded the tall structure that the box halted before. This was a castle befitting an Elder, he reasoned, growling when the entryway on his right side opened again and the Dorian wizard was standing there. He hopped to the dirt, slinging his bow over one shoulder in a clear motion - he would not tolerate being disarmed in this strange place, even if it was a dream.

Entering the dwelling, he found himself in a brightly-light gathering place with soft lounging couches covered in a strange, pale animal skin of some kind he had never seen before. Was this Elder so wealthy that he could covet all the albino creatures for their skins? Amazingly, it appeared so. Curious and curiouser.

"Welcome, I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, the leader of this expedition, and I'm told you..." Kingsley came into the room, having pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans quickly after being woken by the message from the Portal clearing security team. He hadn't truly believed them that Godric Gryffindor had come through the portal - it was clearly a New Years Eve joke of some kind. That is, until he laid eyes on the stranger standing in the Command Center. "Great Merlin's Ghost!" he exclaimed, looking to Dorian and back to Godric before breaking out in a loud laugh, shaking his head as he addressed them both. "All right, I give. You got me. That's a damned fine piece of glamor, Dor."

The other wizard raked a hand over his hair, glancing to Godric with a skeptical, resigned expression. "Err, no sir, honestly, this isn't a joke, sir. This fellow came out of the portal and Tory, he says its Godric Gryffindor but I don't know nothing about it, sir. I went to school in the States - Salem Academy, sir."

"What manner of trickery is this, good man, that you spake my name?" Godric demanded hotly in his native Gaelic. Was the other man invoking some manner of enchantment against him using his name? He raised his hand, preparing a protective spell in his thoughts, when he remembered that this was a dream. Could he be injured by this hex whilst in a dream? Godric had never heard of such a thing but, as Salazar was fond of pointing out, there were those who would think nothing of using magic for the purpose of harming others.

Kingsley frowned and glanced over to where Thomas was approaching him with a datapad, holding it out to him. He took it and looked down quickly, then up again just as quickly, unwilling to let this man out of his sight. The datapad was showing a rough translation using the biometric parameters of the modern-day Scottish language. “You said he spoke English,” he said, directing himself to Dorian who nodded hesitantly, then shrugged, holding his hands up to say ‘sort of’. Kingsley sighed. “Call over to the medical center, please. We’ll need a Healer to check him over and access the database. I want every image of Godric Gryffindor we have sent to this pad.”

“I spake English, Elder,” Godric informed him with a low growling tone. He was aware that the Elder was talking about him to the others in the room but he could not understand all the words being spoken. What was a ‘medical’? A ‘healer’? ‘a database’? It was gibberish to him. One of the other men broke away from the semi-circle and moved into a room in the back of the building but the Elder remained, steadfastly focused upon him and Godric’s posture lifted, his chin raised in defiance.

Setting the datapad on his hip, Kingsley seemed lost in thought for a moment, then he spoke. “What is your name? What are you called?” he asked.

“Godric. What address do you command, Elder?” he replied, his gaze narrowing slightly. What if this wasn’t the Elder? Had he inadvertently given prominent title to an underling?

“I command, as you say, all that you see,” Kingsley answered with a warm chuckle. “but you can address me as Kingsley, good sir.” His datapad beeped which made Godric startle back a step but Kingsley lifted it again and tapped it once, his own eyebrow arching sharply. “Can you describe – speak a picture – of what you were doing before arriving here, Godric?”

Shifting his stance, Godric folded his arms over his chest, feeling a thin line of sweat running down his back. This place was as warm as a cauldron and his leather-padded vest would have been warm enough without the fur-lined cloak he wore over it, yet to take off the cloak, uninvited, would be unseemly. “I felled a buck. I took aim upon another. A strange majick came over me. I felt a blackness, a fearsome dark. Such that it filled me head with… with… unspeakable… I will not spake the things I hear in the abyss. I have no sight then I am challenged by such as these,” he gestured to Dorian but fell silent.

“No, no, I don’t think we need to know what you, err, heard, not yet, at least. We do, however, need to make sure you are uninjured, Godric. That you cannot, err, injure us unintentionally,” Kingsley pointed out, waving his hand toward the sofas and then leading the way.

Following the dark skinned Elder, Godric eyed the sofa sceptically, watching the other man descend upon it but he pressed his palm flat against the strange surface first, jerking his hand back, then again, pressing his palm onto the cushion. Kingsley chuckled and gestured that he should sit, saying. “It won’t harm you. Please, sit. I’ve sent for a Healer – a,” Kingsley paused, tapping quickly on his pad, before continuing. “Chiurgeon – to, err, attend you.”

Godric nodded slowly, reaching up to unfasten his cloak, than draping it over the end of the surface. He unslung his bow and quiver, setting them against the base of the bench. It took one more wave of Kingsley’s hand, however, before he allowed himself to be seated. The bench was soft, without a full firmness against his bottom though it upheld him without an unsteady wavering which he expected. He ran his hand over the surface beside him, wondering what kind of animal it could have been fashioned from. He had no need of a Chiurgeon but the Elder had insisted upon an examination, so he would allow it.

Date: 2013-01-03 02:27 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
Pressing a last kiss to Viktor's lips, before wishing him a happy new year, Alicia caressed his cheek before she Apparated to the Command Center, as that was where the message on her datapad had stated she was needed. Immediately she set her direction towards the bathroom while she dug out her shrunken go bag from her datapad purse. Once in the bathroom, she tapped open the brief on the patient she had been called here for, placing the datapad on the sink so she could read while she changed out of her red dress and into her white drawstring pants and lime green scrub top. "Alright, lessee who you are and what's happened to you," she muttered, slipping out of her irresponsibly high heels and pulling on her pants. "New arrival... unscheduled? Oh come on, you can't be that dumb!" From her now enlarged bag she got out her sandals, letting them drop to the floor before she stuffed her heels and dress into it, and she had just gotten her arms into the short sleeves of her scrub top, when something about what she had just read made her stop. "Runes?" she asked, and shimmied fully into the top so she could go back and check that that was what she had really read. It was, though why in Gryffindor's good name she could be needing runes for communicating with this new, unscheduled arrival had her immensely puzzled, especially since the following note recommended use of the translation application, the English to Scottish Gaelic edition.

Before she left the bathroom, she cast a refreshing Charm on herself, to ensure that any odors she had picked up at 10 Downing Street – such as alcohol, sweat or smoke – couldn't be detected, and a quick check in the mirror confirmed, that though her lips were slightly redder from kissing Viktor, her light make-up was still in place and her hair still up in the messy bun she had spent half an hour getting just right before leaving earlier tonight. Of course the dangly earrings were a bit off for her outfit now, but there was just nothing to do about that, since she wouldn't risk losing them by forgetting them in her supply bag.

Continuing down the hall, Alicia had just opened the recommended application when she turned the corner and realized she had arrived in the right location. For lack of a door to knock on, she knocked on the wall, calling the attention of the men already there.

"You called for a Healer?" she asked, seeing that none of the people present looked in any kind of need for medical attention. Kingsley Shacklebolt she recognized immediately, but the man wearing what looked to be his latest kill simply looked out of place. Although... Alicia couldn't draw her eyes from him. Something about him looked almost eerily familiar, though for the life of her, she couldn't pinpoint what.

Date: 2013-01-05 02:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
Seeing the look on the man she couldn't place's face as he strode towards her, had Alicia's fingers tighten around her wand, certain that he was about to attack, though wanting to wait until she knew how to best defend herself. The attack, however, never came, at least not in any form she had expected. Momentarily her mind was blurred with confusion when she suddenly found herself draped with the man's heavy – and very, very warm – cloak. That confusion, however, soon gave way to offended anger when the meaning of his words sank through her confusion.

"Tawdry?!" she burst out, ready to continue on her rant about exactly how un-tawdry she was – wearing her scrubs she felt about as sexy as a koala bear – and how dare he consider her a common whore. Kingsley, however, interfered, though it was clear that he was as confused and surprised as she was, but at least he wasn't offended. Feeling his hand on her shoulder, she also felt the calm oozing from him, and though she wanted to, she kept herself from glaring up at the man he called... "Godric?" she muttered to herself, when this 'Godric' turned around and returned to his seat.

The memory of the portrait hanging above the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room came back to her. How many times hadn't she seen that picture during her years at Hogwarts? How many times hadn't she and Ange and Katie looked at it, commented on how he had to be a real man and why weren't the boys in Gryffindor more like him, when they'd had their hearts broken or the boys had simply been that: boys?

Looking up at Shacklebolt the disappointment and simmering anger was evident in her eyes. "Godric Gryffindor?" she hissed at him, then pointed to the man in question. "You want me to believe that's Godric Gryffindor?" Shaking her head, she shrugged out from under his hand, unwrapping herself from this whomever-he-was's cloak as she strode towards him, her stride every bit as firm and determined as his had been when he had approached her. "Ha ha, good one," she said sarcastically, clapping her hands slowly before she threw his cloak at him. "I don't know who put you up to this, or why, but that is really good work. Glamour? Polyjuice Potion?" Standing in front of him, she crossed her arms across her chest. "But no matter who you are or why you're doing this; don't ever compare me with a common whore again. Got it?"

Date: 2013-01-05 07:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
"Protecting my honour after you've assumed me nothing but tawdry entertainment is like a firefighter wanting to take glory for putting out a fire he set himself or a Healer Healing someone he or she has poisoned," Alicia determined with a nod, though she did draw a deep breath and did her best to let it go. "I accept your apology, and I apologize for taking offense of your protectiveness towards me." There. At least she had tried to mend the fences, though she still felt silly for having to play along with this charade. Then again, perhaps this was a test of some sort, an exam, to determine if she was capable of holding the position of Healer as she did. She raised her eyes a bit, looking from Godric's lips to his eyes, giving him a nod in return for his bow, as there was no way she was going to curtsy for him. When she had done it for Viktor it had been mostly in jest, and she did not want to make more of a mockery of tonight than had already been. Then she looked to Kingsley, recalling what he had given as his reason for having called her here.

"My name is Alicia," she said softly looking back to the man in front of her, "but for now, you may call me Healer Spinnet. Kingsley Shacklebolt," she gestured to Kingsley, "wants me to ensure that you carry no sickness and that we, in turn, cannot infect you. But first, we need to know that you are, indeed, who you claim to be, and for that, I am going to have to draw a very little blood from you. Please," she gestured to the sofa where he had been seated before. "Have a seat again, and I will do my absolute best to make this as painfree for both of us as I possibly can."

Date: 2013-01-06 09:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
Summoning a chair, Alicia seated herself in front of Godric, sighing softly at the predicament they were all in at this point. This man was either so set on pulling this prank on them or so far gone in his confusion that he refused to budge even the slightest in this impersonation of the man, the legend her house had been built upon. Her mind simply refused to acknowledge that he might actually be telling the truth, as there was no other proof than what he was saying and his uncanny resemblance. "We..." she tried to begin her explanation, then stopped herself and picked up her datapad. Quickly she typed in a request to have a Stemma Pergameno transferred to the vanishing box in her bag, before she pulled up the application that she had been recommended upon her arrival here. "Your testimony is..." she tapped the word into the datapad, then turned it to show it to him, "duilich?" she tried, "difficult, duilich to believe, because Godric Gryffindor is a man from our," she gestured to herself, to Kingsley and to the men around them, "past, from our history." This time it wasn't her datapad she picked up, but her wand as she used it to write the runes she knew in the air for him to see; "one thousand years of history." Delusional or not, she hated having to tell him that not only did they have a hard time understanding him, he was also a very, dead and historical man.

The slight rattling of an item appearing in her vanishing box made her break eye contact with him, as she bent down to pick up the box. "Are you familiar with a Stemma Pergameno?" she asked him, retrieving the scroll in question from the box and holding it out for him to see. "One drop of your blood on this, and your entire family, uhm..." quickly she typed the word into the datapad, turning it to show him, "dream, will appear here in writing." She held her hand out to him, balancing the Stemma Pergameno on her thigh. "Do this, and I will answer any question you may ask afterwards. Please?"

Date: 2013-01-06 11:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
Alicia kept quiet, letting the man digest what she had just learned. At first he simply looked at her, and then he looked about ready to pass out, which had her sit a tad straighter ready to move quickly should that happen. It didn't. Instead he opened his mouth, and the confusion Alicia had felt was dripping from his voice, his very simple question. "Dead?" Alicia asked, then shook her head. "Good Godric, no, you're not dead. I mean," she held up her hand when she realised her blunder in using his name like she used to. "No, no. You are not dead. You are very alive, and that is why this seems like trickery to us." That was one thing she knew to be the absolute truth: the man sitting in front of her was alive and by the looks of it, far from dying, though he may have looked on the verge of passing out for just an instance.

"Rowena Ravenclaw," she said softly when he mentioned a Rowena that knew more about spells than he did. "Yeah, that sounds likely." She nodded to show that she agreed with him. "I am not familiar with the spell myself either, but I know how to use the prepared parchment." Taking his hand as he held it out to her, she sent what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "No instruction is needed," she assured him, and turned his hand palm down, and applied pressure to his index finger until a single drop of his blood fell onto the parchment. "Now we wait," she told him, turning his hand back around, though not releasing it until she had cast a simple Healing charm to make the cut disappear completely.

A few moments passed before the red lines started appearing, spelling out names and indicating family relations, and another few before the parchment was completely filled, and there at the top, was the name she had somewhat expected though couldn't fathom how could possibly be there... here. "You said this man came through the portal?" she asked Kingsley without taking her eyes off the parchment, at least not until the implications of that possibility had her stare wideeyed up at one of the founders of the oldest magic school in the world. Of course, they had travelled five million years back in time, to a different timeline, so for someone a thousand years older should be able to do the very same thing, except that they had all been told the portal was stable and that only people from their time was able to travel, not to mention the fact that it didn't seem as if Godric had come here voluntarily.

Date: 2013-01-11 05:41 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
It was curious to watch the man examining his finger after she had just Healed the minute cut by muttering a Charm that no longer even required much focus if any from her. Alicia couldn't help but smirk when she noted the look on his face that made her think he approved of her work, though she diverted her eyes when he looked back at her. That, however, didn't last long, as he addressed her, though at first his words didn't make much sense to her. "You're welcome," she told him with a polite smile, his thanks the only immediately understandable thing to her, even if she felt a bit awkward being referred to as m'lady. And then there was the part about a garb of a royal house and outshining a queen and... Alicia's eyes widened, and then her cheeks blushed red. Dammit! She should be used to over-the-top compliments by now, but being compared to a queen by someone this closely resembling Godric Gryffindor apparently rendered any immunity she might have useless. "Th-thank you," she stuttered, nodding awkwardly before fixing her attention on the parchment in her lap.

There, right there, written in blood on the parchment in her lap was the name she had partly feared, partly hoped to see: Godric Gryffindor. Kingsley's words confirmed her fears, and with those words the hopes that perhaps her mum had changed her mind and would somehow managed to make her way through the portal disappeared. Breathing in deeply, she blinked away the stinging in her eyes and banished her longing to the back of her mind. For now at least. "I won't tell," Alicia assured him, appreciation the comfort of his hand on her shoulder. Right now, her attention should be on the man, Godric, in front of her, who not only was here completely alone, but surrounded by unknown, from the people to the language.

"This," Alicia started when Godric rightfully reclaimed her attention, "is your family tree, and it provides us with the confirmation that you are indeed Godric Gryffindor." She pointed to his name, just as he had. "As I understand it, the Charm on the parchments shows everyone related to you by blood up until present day, which is the year 2001..." she checked her watch, pursing her lips when she saw the time. "2002," she corrected herself, and used her wand to write the runes to make Godric aware of the year. "Happy New Year," she sighed, then cleared her throat. "It seems that you have journeyed through time, and may I say..." swallowing down, she sent him a small smile, "it is truly an honour to meet you, Godric Gryffindor."

Date: 2013-01-18 08:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] tt_alicia
Despite the firm tone, it was heartbreaking to watch as realization set in with him. He was a man who had been a legend, to all children at Hogwarts, but to the Gryffindors in particular. And here he was, unable to do anything about his current situation, except for accepting it. Alicia sat, watching the two men talk, while she tried to figure out how best to go about checking for medical conditions that could only be considered historical. She knew her medicine, but history – whether Muggle, Magic or Medical – had never been her strong point.

Looking up at Kingsley she nodded in agreement then looked back to Godric. "You staying here," she gestured to the house they were in, "also gives us time to see if any of us are carrying any illnesses that can be dangerous to the other." How in Godric's name could she possibly being to explain to him about antibodies and genetically mutated virus and bacteria? No, best to keep it simple, at least while communicating with him in this broken form of English.

"So with your permission, I would like to cast some harmless Charms and Spells, as well as collect..." with a wave of her wand, she summoned a small vial and a small, flat plastic stick, "a little of your blood and a saliva sample... uhm... a little spit." She held up the two items for Godric to see. "Will you agree to that, please?"