[ Location: Frostwell Residence - Vivan's Bedroom ][ Date: March 21st, 1986 - Friday, 2:05 PM ]
I threw a few things into my Inventory.
Batteries, flashlight, and a heavy winter jacket just in case.
'I'm hitting pause on the apocalypse,' I thought, tossing my boots into the void. 'I need a vacation where my biggest problem is a grumpy potions teacher and a rat.'
I tapped my temple, opening the Chat Group.
Vivan Frostwell: @Shikamaru Nara You packed?
Shikamaru Nara: I have a pillow. Let's go before my mom finds me and makes me do the training.
Before I could hit the 'Accept' button, a new name popped up in the chat.
A name that had been completely silent since she joined.
Makima: Apologies for the silence, everyone. My work has been keeping me busy. You've all gotten so... interesting while I was watching.
I paused.
'Makima.'
The Control Devil herself.
I know she hadn't been "busy." She had been sitting back, reading the logs, figuring out exactly what made everyone in this chat tick.
Sosuke Aizen: Welcome back. Sitting in the shadows is usually the smartest way to learn about a room. Did you find what you were looking for?
Makima: I always do, Mr. Aizen. I look forward to seeing what else you all can offer me.
I rolled my eyes.
'Look at them, two master manipulators sizing each other up. It's obnoxious.'
Vivan Frostwell: Great. The members are bonding, have fun staring at each other. Shika and I are taking a vacation. See you in a year.
I didn't care about her 4D chess moves as I know everything fails in front of true power.
I hit [ ACCEPT ].
The clock on my wall stopped ticking.
The dust floating in the sunlight froze in mid-air and world was on pause.
My bedroom twisted in a swirl of color, and we were gone.
[ Location: Earth-991 - The Leaky Cauldron, London ][ Date: August 7th, 1993 ]
We popped into a dusty, dimly lit pub.
"Ah," Shikamaru stretched, cracking his neck. "No moving stairs. Just a pub. "
"This year is better already."
"We're staying here for the rest of the summer," I said. I walked up to the counter, pulled a chunk of lead from my inventory, and transmuted it into a flawless, heavy gold Galleon in my pocket.
I dropped it on the bar.
The barkeep gave us the best room they had.
We found Harry sitting alone at a small table in the corner.
He was eating ice cream and looking over his shoulder every ten seconds.
From what I know according to timeline he had just blown his terrible Aunt Marge up like a giant balloon and run away.
When he saw us, he jumped up, nearly knocking his chair over.
"Vivan! Shikamaru!" Harry gasped. "How did you find me?!"
"I'm magic, Harry," I winked, sliding into the booth. "And I took a lucky guess. Blow up any relatives lately?"
Harry turned bright red, but a huge, relieved laugh escaped his mouth.
For the next five days, we did absolutely nothing.
We ate massive sundaes and shikamaru slept on the roof.
I spent my time casually speed-reading advanced spell books.
It was perfect.
[ Date: August 13th, 1993 ]
A massive crowd of wizards was blocking the street outside Quality Quidditch Supplies.
Harry pushed his way to the front, pressing his face against the glass.
Sitting on a velvet display stand was the sleekest, most ridiculous broomstick ever made.
"The Firebolt," Harry breathed, staring at it like it was the Holy Grail.
"Looks fast," Shikamaru admitted, hands in his pockets. "Too bad it probably costs a fortune."
I looked at the broom.
I didn't care about Quidditch, but I had two girlfriends back home who liked going fast.
Max had her skateboard and El liked throwing things.
'If I bring these back, I can teach them how to fly in the Upside Down. They'd love it... hmm wait Did they know I rule upside down now?? Well Well.. I will think about it later.'
I walked right past the crowd of drooling kids and pushed the shop door open.
"Excuse me," I said to the shopkeeper, who was busy shooing kids away. "I'll take two of the Firebolts in the window."
The shopkeeper snorted. "Beat it, kid. That's a Firebolt, not a toy. Unless your dad owns Gringotts, stop smudging the glass."
I just reached into my pocket.
I dumped a massive, ringing pile of flawless gold Galleons onto the glass counter.
The shopkeeper's jaw practically hit the floor.
"Wrap them up," I said smoothly, leaning on the counter. "Make it quick. I have ice cream melting outside."
Harry looked at me like my head had fallen off when I walked out holding two of the most expensive brooms on the planet.
"What are you doing with two Firebolts?!" Harry gasped.
"Gifts," I smirked, tossing one over my shoulder. "For some girls back home. Trust me, Harry, my chicks dig hyper-speed flying sticks."
[ Date: August 14th - August 30th, 1993 ]
We bought our school supplies. The highlight was buying the Monster Book of Monsters.
The bookstore manager was wearing thick dragon-hide gloves, crying as the books tried to bite his fingers off.
When my book tried to snap at me, I just slammed it flat against the floor with a heavy wave of Telekinesis.
It whimpered instantly.
I stroked its spine.
"Good boy," I told it.
It was a completely normal summer.
Until the last day.
[ Date: August 31st, 1993 ]
The pub doors banged open.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger burst into the Leaky Cauldron, arguing at the top of their lungs.
Hermione was holding a massive, angry-looking orange cat named Crookshanks.
Ron was holding his fat, ugly rat, Scabbers, high in the air.
"Keep that beast away from him!" Ron yelled. "He almost ate Scabbers!"
"Cats eat rats, Ron! Get over it!" Hermione snapped back.
She saw me sitting at the table, dropped the cat onto a chair, and ran over with a huge smile. "Vivan!"
She hugged me tight. "You made it! I read the book you gave me twice!"
"Only twice? You're getting lazy, Granger," I teased, hugging her back.
I looked over her shoulder at the fat rat shivering in Ron's hands.
My eyes narrowed.
'Peter Pettigrew. The traitor. The guy who sold out Harry's parents.'
My fingers twitched.
I could crush the rat right now with my mind and pop him like a gross water balloon and end this whole stupid mystery.
'No,' I thought, taking a sip of my butterbeer. 'If I kill him now, Sirius Black stays a wanted criminal and more importantly, the Dementors don't show up. I need those soul-sucking ghosts for my dimension. Let the rat live. For now.'
Later that night, the pub was quiet.
I was walking down the hallway to my room when I saw Harry frozen near a half-open door.
He was eavesdropping.
I stopped behind him and listened.
Arthur and Molly Weasley were arguing inside.
"He needs to know, Molly!" Arthur stressed. "Sirius Black is a madman! He broke out of Azkaban to finish the job! He's coming to Hogwarts to kill Harry!"
Harry backed away from the door, his face pale as a sheet and he looked completely terrified.
He bumped into me and spun around.
"Vivan," Harry whispered, his voice shaking. "Did you hear that? Black... he's coming for me."
I looked down at him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Relax, Harry," I said, putting on a bored, confident smirk. "Let the crazy murderer come. I could use the target practice."
'If they only knew,' I thought, walking back to my room. 'The murderer is the good guy, the rat is the bad guy.'
'Year 3 is going to be a breeze.'
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