♔ | 5 We Meet Again...

[not_a_clotpole]

[It's been a while since Arthur's dreams have been invaded by the strange people from different times and places. No doubt it was for the best since he'd just been crowned king and the last thing he needed was interrupted sleep!

But now the fates have decided to be cruel, so...as he dreams of hunting game things may become very strange indeed...]

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[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur is quite loud, especially for someone on a hunt! But he's feeling rather relaxed at the moment, looking about which is why he notices the stranger peering through the trees.

He puts his hand to the hilt of his sword...just in case...]

"Who goes there?"

[hero_complexed]

[ The sudden voice kind of startles Harry. He had been convinced he was somewhere in the forbidden forest but... nothing really looked familiar. ]

Um-Er.. My name's Harry.

[not_a_clotpole]

[At the sound of such a young voice Arthur relaxes, but keeps his guard up.]

"I'm Arthur Pendragon. What brings you to these woods?"

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry continues on until he comes out of a small clearing. He most certainly doesn't look dangerous. Only strangely clad with his jeans and shirt that's clearly about about four sizes too big. He's a scrawny boy that gives off a feel of being underfed. He has bright green eyes with unruly, jet black hair. Peaking out from beneath his hair is a lightening bolt shaped scar. ]

I-I'm not really sure? I sort of thought this was the forbidden forest but then I'd only go in their if I absolutely had too.

[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur is less bemused by Harry's clothes, since the top looks more like a tunic, but he is a little confused by the jeans and sneakers.

Still, it's not polite to stare, so he won't.]

"Forbidden forest? No, this forest is open to all, although you're rather young to be wandering it alone. Where are your parents?"

[hero_complexed]

I didn't think it looked familiar. [ He glances behind him to see if he missed anything familiar. He freezes though at the question of his parents. ]

Oh... actually, they-died. [ The image of their echos flashes in his mind and he quickly tries to push it out. That's not something he wants to focus on at the moment. ]

[not_a_clotpole]

[Well...that's awkward, isn't it?

Having recently lost his own father Arthur knows all the platitudes so avoids them instead simply saying.]

"Sorry for your loss. From what village do you come from then?"

[hero_complexed]

Well.. that depends on what you mean. D'you mean before Voldemort killed my parents? Because I don't remember-actually. I was one at the time.

[not_a_clotpole]

"Voldermort?" [Arthur frowns, trying to place the name, but coming up blank.] "I've never heard of him. Is he a minor warlord of some sort?"

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry is about correct him but if he doesn't recognize the name Voldemort than he's probably a muggle. And hey, Voldemort was supposed to be building an army. ]

Something like that, yeah.

[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur looks more than a little preturbed by this news, he's yet to realise this is a dream.]

"I've neverheard of him before...from what kingdom does he come from? He isn't trying to fill the void left by Cenred is he?"

[hero_complexed]

Cenred? [ That name is not familiar. Though that could be either because he doesn't pay attention in History of Magic or because he didn't exists in his world. ]

Be glad you haven't. Most people won't even say his name out loud.

(OOC: Oops sorry! Real Life intervened!)

[not_a_clotpole]

"From the kingdom of Cenred." [Some of the kings in Albion aren't particularly creative when it comes to namings.]

"I see. Well, I don't put much stock in that sort of thing. Makes things sound much worse than they really are. How are your people going about defending themselves from him?"