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[theboywhodied]

"Reducto!"

Cedric had found a spot in the grass of this strange city's park from which to work on his spellcasting, starting with some target practice. He'd pushed back the sleeves of his plantsuit as far as was possible and made long movements with his wand, alternating between creating fast streams of bubbles and shooting them down. The almost childish game of bubble-popping was a simple diversion from the stream of thoughts that was flowng just as fast, one that hadn't stopped since the moment he realized he was alive: I'm about to die. It was hard to comprehend, when it seemed like his life had been going so well just hours ago.

Yet these Ohm had thrown everything off balance. Cedric had gone straight to Stacy to ask for his memories restored, as he'd never rest until he knew the truth of what happened. It had been just as hard to remember as that unicorn princess had predicted. Sure, the curse that was meant to kill him had been thrown off by another attack, but he'd heard awful yells. Harry's. When the sedation had worn off and he'd opened his eyes, he'd had to struggle not to scream.

That was what had happened to disrupt the course of history. For now, he had been given days, weeks, maybe months or a year or two to live, that long until he left this crew behind and met his fate. People had talked about their worlds being restored after the war. The Ohm were supposed had something that would fix things as they were meant to be, and 'meant to be' was his death. If he didn't die during the war, he'd be meeting his end immediately afterward. Time couldn't be changed, not even with a Time Turner. It had to happen.

Cedric was living on borrowed time. No one knew how long it would be until they won. They were going to win, he was sure. A small selfish part of him hoped that it would last a while, that he would have time to finish his unfinished business and learn more, but that was unfair. He couldn't allow the needless deaths to hang over his conscience any longer than necessary. The countless innocents killed during the Ohm's attack needed to live, not him. Billions of lives resurrected in exchange for his death, that was fair. He was the spare, not them. No matter what his father said or the Goblet decided, he wasn't special in the eyes of the universe, was he? He was just...

The spare who had been temporarily spared. A bubble waiting to be popped. Pop, pop, pop went the bubbles as his wand moved more precisely. If this was all the life he had left, he might as well do it right.

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Don't think too hard on it. I do, and all I do is give myself migraines."

Howard shrugs and grins. "No. It's just that being Californian is better." Said with a cheekiness that would be more at home on an elementary school playground.

[theboywhodied]

Cedric laughs, just a little. Not bad, not bad at all.

"So you're a Yank. Never would've guessed," he teased. "Sometimes I wonder what life would be like out there. Nice and dry, for a start."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Unless it's foggy, but I lived by the ocean, so that's kind of par for the course. I don't really have anything else to compare it to, since I never left the state." He waves a hand around his head. "Until. You know. Spaceship. So it's true what the say about it always raining in England? Is it like Seattle or something?"

[theboywhodied]

"It's a slight exaggeration. Off by a hair, I'd say," he laughed. "We've all mastered rain-repelling charms by second year." Oh, many days of protecting their school bags had taught that lesson well. Ink had an annoying tendency to run.

"It sure would be nice to see rain or sun again, though," he whispered. "At least we know how to dress for the weather?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"That sounds way more useful than star charts or whatever." Howard shakes his head. "I don't like not having the weather. That's what it was like back home after the world went crazy. You know how hard it is to find shapes in clouds without any clouds? Really freaking hard."

[theboywhodied]

"I liked to look at them too," he admitted, staring at the clear image of a sky above them.

"But...there was a war or something there, right? How'd it stop the weather?" Howard was so guarded that he doubted he'd get an answer, but he thought it an interesting enough problem to ask about.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I hear we're supposed to get weather, I just haven't seen any yet." He stares up at the sky too, unconsciously mimicking Cedric.

"Nah, war would've at least made sense. The world just stopped making sense. All the adults vanished and kids got superpowers and we got stuck in a fishbowl. But it's a long story and probably not the first thing you want to hear on your stay here, right?" He shrugs. "Anyway, much as we don't know anything about here, Stacy's way better. I can live without weather if there's at least some form of order."

[theboywhodied]

"That is weird," Cedric had to agree, wondering how on Earth all of that could happen. "I could listen if you really want me to, but...yeah. At least we have something of a life here."

So far. Even if it is war and therefore not one of his favourite things.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I'm not looking for therapy," Howard says defensively. The way people extend their ears always weirds him out. It's one thing for a friend to do, but a relative stranger? It makes him want to just pretend he's a normal kid from an average background, but then he'd eventually have to explain all the survivalist quirks, and it's hard to explain his eating habits without a context.

Howard tilts his heads and squints a bit, trying to both change the subject and put Cedric on the defense. "That's the second time you've mentioned having a life here. What happened to you back home?"

[theboywhodied]

Cedric ducked his head. "Of course not. Sorry. But I've heard we have those?"

He knew when to drop a subject, though, coming around to Howard's next inquiry. Hitting right on the sore spot he was trying to think about and not think about at the same time. It was very confusing to be doing this.

"I died. The most evil wizard in modern history ordered my execution when I realised I was somewhere I shouldn't be. They said something happened to stop it just before, but when we set things right, that's the end."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"And like I said. Really not looking for it." He's considered the idea of looking for counseling, but decided against it on Stacy. Too many conflicts of interest, and it's hard to belief in patient confidentiality when there's a history of mind-controlling demons getting set loose on the ship.

There's a little flash of satisfaction in Howard's eyes that he guessed right, but it's quickly replaced by a more somber expression. A kind of sympathy, even. If they set things right he's probably not far off from death either. "And you're still going to help in the war effort?"

[theboywhodied]

Cedric looked as though he believed the question was ridiculous. How could he just sit by when so much suffering had happened?

"Yes, of course I am. Those memories weren't rays of sunshine. Billions of people died. Of everyone from my planet, there are only a few of us left. And if we fail...I could've misread it, but it sounded as if existence itself will stop. I can't let that happen just to save my own life."

He had thought about it fleetingly, though. It was hard not to with the human drive for survival pressing at his mind.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard rolls his eyes a little, although he tries to hide that from Cedric. He's heard it all before. He's tried to convince himself that those billions matter, but that's an abstract figure, a bunch of faceless, nameless strangers that don't elicit the same gut-churning, spine-chilling reaction that thinking about returning to his own world invariably brings. The only reason he cooperates at all is because there might be a third option.

He takes a step closer and flicks his gaze up, as if mentally checking that Stacy isn't listening in. In a low tone, he says to Cedric, "you know, a lot of the people here seem to think that if we set things right, we may get a chance to abandon ship before we have to go home. You know. Our homes with their arms spread wide for our hero's welcome, and our probably deaths."

[theboywhodied]

Cedric frowns. That sounds so simple, so easy...to just run away, live the remainder of his life on some new world. His family and friends would be left to forever wonder where he had gone, but he would live.

A nasty thought crept in. The world's fate...how would his disappearance change things? Harry's words from earlier came floating through his head.

"We're taught on our world that we must never change time, that it leads to disaster. It's strange, but...I think I might be able to accept this someday. I've just learned from someone from the future that my death changes things. It inspires my former classmates to fight the war that started in our own world. But no one really wants to die..."

He presses his face to his knees and exhales. "I'll wait and see. We might learn more later on. Maybe things won't be exactly as they were anyway, and I'll be strong enough to live."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Everyone knows living isn't about strength," Howard says with a dismissive snort. "At least, not where I'm from."

He pantomimes checking a watch. "I've got a Med Bay shift soon. I can show you where it is, so you know. In case an Ohm ever eats your arm or sets you on fire or anything."

[theboywhodied]

"No, it's also luck, isn't it? I've had a fatal amount of bad luck."

Cedric nodded. He needed to find his own work shifts and structure as soon as he could. "I hope I don't have to come to you, but I'd like that. If it's not too much trouble, I wouldn't want to keep you."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Lots of luck. And a little brains. But mostly luck."

Howard shrugs. "I seriously wouldn't have offered if it was going to be inconvenient for me. No offense, man, but I don't know you near well enough to go out of my way for you. This way."

[theboywhodied]

"Right, of course not," Cedric laughed awkwardly, in what was quickly becoming his usual response to Howard's biting sarcasm. The poor guy probably needed some friends, he thought to himself. Not that Cedric would necessarily be the best choice, but there had to be a few someones.

He set off after Howard with the sort of smile that said 'what a day'. But he was grateful for the convenient help all the same.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

As they walk, Howard points out the unclaimed buildings. "You want my advice, you should look around the City for a place. Stacy copies locations from people's worlds. For all you know, your house is here, but if it's not most of these places aren't claimed. Just install a lock and move on in. Oh, and don't use the ones with sharpie-marks on the door. I already ransacked those."

He pauses for a second. "I mean, did you live in house? I always imagined wizards living in castles."

[theboywhodied]

Cedric takes the advice with a quick mental note. "I wouldn't want to live in my house. I think it'd be eerie to live there alone, but I can try to find a bed somewhere else."

He instinctively looks for any castles on the horizon before answering. If she'd taken anywhere, she should've taken the old castle. "No, we live in houses, but we attend boarding school in a castle. I lived there ten months of the year, in the dormitories near the kitchens."

The old Hufflepuff rooms. He really missed the sunlight and quilts and feet-warmers, it was such a nice place to sleep.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Yeah. I wouldn't either. I actually moved out of the one house after my roommate got repodded, just because it's so empty without him nagging me to take out the trash or take shorter showers."

Howard smirks. "I knew there had to be a castle. So were you guys rich or something?"

There were only two middle-and-high schools in the Perdido Beach area: Perdido High, the underfunded but relatively average public school, and Coates Academy, the boarding school for troublemaking kids with more allowance than sense. Howard's not really aware that there are other forms of boarding schools.

[theboywhodied]

"My family wasn't struggling, but not all wizards are wealthy. Hogwarts accepts any witch or wizard in Britain. The whole wizarding community supports it, because we need a place to learn to control our magic. Before we start at Hogwarts, we're prone to explosive magical outbursts."

Cedric smiles as he recalls his own first display of magic. His parents had been so confused when they woke up!

"Our parents celebrate when we manage to use magic for the first time, because there's always a risk we might not be magical---they don't know until they see it. When we turn eleven, we're ready to start our first year. The summer before, we get an acceptance letter, and then we're off for seven years at Hogwarts. I was just finishing my sixth."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Sounds like what happened when kids developed superpowers in my home. Except with a little less death, probably." He tilts his head to the side. "What happens if you're not magical? Do they kick you out and make you live on the streets?"

From what Howard can piece together, that means Cedric's probably the equivalent of a junior in American high school terms. So maybe 16, 17 years old. Not that much older than Howard is.

[theboywhodied]

"It depends on the family's wishes," Cedric recalled. "It's a sensitive thing, being a Squib. Some of them go out into the Muggle world, it's kinder for them not to be around magic. Some of them choose to stay in the wizarding world. They can work in our businesses, grow herbs, or care for certain magical plants, but they'll never be able to cast magic. Most families are disappointed but understanding when it happens." Cedric was sure Howard could guess who wouldn't be happy---who would toss their child to the curb.

"I've met a few people with superpowers here. It sounds risky."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"So kind of like if your kid's gay. I mean, that sounds kind of what it'd be like on our world. Well, would have been like." He bites his lip a little, thinking about his conversation with Karis. 'Disappointed'. At least he doesn't have parents to disappoint anymore.

"Probably no riskier than magic, I'd guess. I mean, what happens if you accidentally magic someone into oblivion?" His eyes widen. "Can you even do that?"