You Can't Go Home Again...

Rei

Well, there is that old saying that you can't go home again.... I think as I appear . . . in a graveyard?!

That thought for some reason swims through my mind as I stagger past a boy with a mop of hair and some rather unstylish, round black framed glasses (who's looking none too well himself, to put it mildly!) and some other oddly dressed boy (looked like some kind of private school outfit, with robes thrown into the mix). The bespectacled boy is too busy being in agony to notice me and the other kid's too busy gawking at me to say anything to me to give clue as to what is going on here.

As for ME, I'm too busy right now trying to keep my lunch down to break this taboo. Which in the end is a bad thing for us, considering. Two other figures off to the side also register in my consciousness and perhaps would (and SHOULD) have paid more attention towards that quarter than keeping lunch down because . . .it hurts getting ribs broken, let me tell you!

If I'd shown a few seconds before I would have been treated to a high pitched and cold voice from a baby sized, scaled . . . .freak of nature in swaddling cloths give the order to the robed hooded man to: "Kill the spare."

. . .

Might have not let Cedric gotten killed by that damnable "Avada Kedavra" but I sure would NOT have let my own body taken the brunt of the killing curse!. Oh, no do not be worried about me. I'm not talking to you from the Beyond, you know!

Do please remember that a Champion cannot be killed. They can be put in a BAD way, but not killed. Rules and Agents won't allow it. Even the strange magicks found in the Harry Potter universe cannot put me down!

Now, if it was not for several factors in my favor I would have been indeed in a bad way! Would have put me into a state just short of death, it would have! Probably would have had to blast myself free of the coffin and out of the grave after being mistaken for the dead.

As it was, the killing curse just broke one of my floating ribs and nothing else! The high tech nature of some of my gear took the brunt of the blast, thank Heaven!

. . .

Yes, I know what some of you are saying out there: the technological artifacts of the "muggles" (gah, how I despise that term!) for the most part cannot work against magic found in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Oh, some small trinkets can work, but for the most part magic trumps science, right?

. . .

Up to a certain technology level, that is true. But beyond a certain point? No.

See, awhile ago on another Earth which just happened to have it's own version of Harry Potter (and the "Wizarding World") that issue had come to a head. If it hadn't been for a bunch of overzealous Potter fans from the Military who'd eventually been tasked for a retaliatory strike against a bunch of Death Eaters lead by none other than Lord Voldemort himself who'd been making themselves a . . .nuisance, then it would have been something else. It could have either been the advanced "alien" technology afforded the muggle world through the return of one "IASA" astronaut named John Crichton, eventually. It could have eventually come through the normal pace of advancement of Potter's muggle world. After all, you may recall that the father of Ron Weasly had a knack of being able to combine the mundane with the magical with that one rather peculiar family car of theirs.

Thing took on a life of it's own, you may recall. That Ford Prefect is rumored to still be alive and haunting the darker confines of the "Forbidden Forest" near Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That’s odd enough but it’s odd that nobody (not even Ron’s father who so VERY fond of “muggle things” should overlook the obvious: muggle science was . . . catching up with the wonders of the Wizarding World. A normal, 20th century automobile’s ability to function was not eclipsed by the magicks placed upon it. If things had been allowed to continue uninterrupted then the Wizarding world would have a rude awakening one day to find the increasingly advanced muggle world of technology was starting to eclipse their magicks.

I have to laugh. It’s a bemused (and pitying) laugh, but a laugh none the less. Really, I must say that seeing the shocked and dismayed looks on some of Purebloods’ faces was something!

But I don’t hate them for that. Nor for that one rather vile time I had while I and my family had visited that other Hogswart. Pah! Cannot believe that Dolores Umbridge (http:/ /en.wikip edia.org /wiki/Dolo res_Umb ridge) would be so stupid as to try to get Elrondir and B’Elanna to serve us all tea like a common house elf servant/slave!!

No. That aside I’m just saying that for that reason the force of the killing curse only hits me and breaks a floating rib or two instead of killing me outright. Anything less than the high tech things I had on me (a tricorder amongst other things) would have been all the worse for me.

It still didn’t feel good, but then again . . .what are a few broken ribs to somebody like me? I mean, what are ribs compared to being put into traction after some of the things I’d barely survived whilst a Pilot for Unit 00?

But then again, I guess it accounts for being MORE than a bit . . . annoyed to the person who’d hit me, shall we say!

And the damage done to my file system of my PDA is going to take a while to unscramble, no thanks to this idiot before me! I mean I haven’t even gotten to SEE some of the latest Warner Brother cartoons that that one friend of mine sent me from Babylon 5.

I’ve grown rather . . . fond of Daffy Duck.

“Bwahahaha!” a small, sinister Easter European man’s voice chortles from somewhere nearby at their feet. “And I! Aardvark Ratfink shall rule the world!!”

“What in the . . .?!” Cedric blinks, bemused.

1. While perhaps not very conversant with certain muggle “pop culture” icons, it’s rather odd hearing THAT particular line from the 1956 classic cartoon: “Stupor Duck”!

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