[Harry's propped himself up in the corner of his room, sitting on his bed rather heavily, but he's smiling at the camera]

Hey everybody. If anyone's having trouble finding their bits, I've got a pretty handy spell for tracking a person that seems like it can pinpoint people's bodyparts pretty accurately. Thought I'd offer, though if you want my help ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to catch Harry doing what he generally does on days where there doesn't seem to be much going on-fiddling around with magic. A huge, intricate chalk circle dominates the floor, and a few vials of indeterminate liquids are bubbling away on the desk, heated by floating, disembodied candleflames. Harry's got a piece of metal he's ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to see Harry, still in Tsunade's room, this time devoid of mud and looking less tense, but still more serious than usual ( Read more... )

[Harry's clearly trying to avoid looking worried, a casual little smile frozen on his face as he stands in a room that's not his, a little... is that a winged dog? fluttering at his shoulder ( Read more... )

( Cut for mild gore )

[The camera is fixed somewhere just above Harry, who's lying on his back on a metal tray of some kind, his hands and feet manacled. He's not wearing any clothes, and the air around him is shivering with heat, explaining the flickering orange firelight from all around him ( Read more... )

[Harry shows up on the feed, keeping a good distance from the camera and keeping it steady and level, clearly someone who's learned how to use the fiddly little things pretty well. He's sitting on a hill out in the biodome, overlooking the river ( Read more... )

[The 'berry is floating, filming Harry hanging in the middle of his room, suspended in the air. He's definitely looked better, covered in half-healed superficial wounds, and he's got one hand over his stomach. He looks confused as hell about all this, too.]

Well.

Here I am.

[Hazard barks excitedly, jumping off the bed to greet his master but ( Read more... )

[A blank white feed begins. Black text scrolls along the bottom.]

I wouldn’t normally subject you to such filth, but this two timing depravity needs to be exposed

( Read more... )

[The feed opens to a sound that anyone who's seen any western movie would recognize, the steady chink-chink-chink of spurs ( Read more... )