I hope everyone is as well as they can be during this time. Stay safe from the corona!

Harry blinked, smiling up at Nathan's kind smile through the glass of his closed coffin, only to frown a second later.
Nathan wasn't wearing the same thing he had been just a second ago, and his hair was styled a bit more messily, as if he had ruffled it in the time it took Harry to blink.
"Weird, isn't it?" The nurse chuckled as he lifted the coffin's lid. "Hi, Harry. How was your six year sleep?"
Harry couldn't keep his mouth closed as he sat up, seeing much the same expressions of shock and confusion on many of his fellow travellers.
So it was true, six years of cryosleep only felt like a second. Harry felt oddly calm as he thought over the passing of time the universe experienced without him in it. He had expected to be unsettled or confused, but it felt natural, for such a large amount of time to pass by quickly, as it always had since he assumed he gathered the Hallows.
Unwilling to break this feeling of calm, Harry slowly sat up and just breathed, closed his eyes and smelled the sterile, stale air of the shuttle. However, the sounds of gagging did little to keep the peace, and Harry was quickly brought back to the present.
Turning his head to look up at the concerned nurse in front of him, Harry have a shaky smile. "It's just a little disquieting is all. It really felt like a second..," Harry shook his head, physically dislodging the few cobwebs he was starting to notice as he attempted to think faster. "Anyway, how have you been, Nathan?"
Nathan's wrinkled brow eased as his brown eyes brightened. "Oh, just stuck here looking after you lot, though the zero gravity was interesting. Now, how are you feeling? Any sickness? Inability to think? Can you stand up for me?"
Harry blinked as the brunette's words rushed at him, but easily complied with his request. Standing up almost automatically, Harry realized his movements were a bit mechanical, as six years dormant- even with magic rushing through his body to keep it strong- must have weakened his brain's connection to his muscles.
"Here, let me help." Harry's brain short-circuited as warm, gentle hands snaked around his neck and waist, leaving a trail of heat along his cool skin.
"Oh, you're cold as ice! Sit back down, I'll go grab a heated blanket."
Staring off after the worrying brunette, Harry's mind was at a standstill, replaying the feel of the first caring touch he had felt in so long. Where Nathan had rested his hands still burned with a phantom heat. The wizard slowly realized that, even if he felt a hell of a lot older, going so long without another's touch was probably not a good thing for his body. A body stuck somewhere in its early twenties.

Shaking off the funk that still clung to the wizard's mind, Harry secured a heavy exo-pack to his back as he stood at attention before the air picked door to the shuttle. Every soldier behind him silently locked their masks into place on their faces as Harry took his first breathe of pressurized air as he walked towards the airlock gage.
Placing a hand on the button to open the shuttle door, and keeping his other on the semi-automatic rifle hanging on his shoulder, Harry turned to look on the medium-sized group he would be leading out into the unknown terrain of Pandora. "Anyone who does not have their mask on, say 'aye'."
Waiting a few seconds in silence, Harry nodded before depressing the red button and two loud 'clank's reverberated through the chamber they stood in, before a hissing of air allowed the natural light the moon received to flood into the shuttle.
Walking back to the front of the assembled men and women, Harry shifted his head to allow his eyes to look outside, but nothing seemed to be waiting for them.
Turning back to his group, Harry quickly said, "You all know what to do. Follow me and keep your weapons loaded. Don't shoot unless you feel threatened."
A ring of muffled confirmation followed Harry as he walked down the platform connecting the shuttle's door to the forest floor. As soon as his foot hit the grassy ground, Harry was scanning the clearing in front of him. The Unspeakable in Harry immediately wanted to go and analyze the plants, but his military mindset knew that he needed to secure the entire surrounding area first.
Movement caught the Commander's eye, but he paid it no mind. If something or someone wanted to cause unknown beings harm, they probably wouldn't make as much noise as to be obvious of their presence.
Marching to the front of the shuttle, Harry was pleased at the lack of violence already occurring, but regretted that thought as he spotted a blue foot around the side of the shuttle's nose. Apparently, the native species wanted a confrontation.
Signaling for his men to aim their guns at the ground, Harry called out, "Hello. Can you understand me?" It was highly improbable, but not impossible that this native would be able to understand English.
"Are you a child of Eywa, creature? You look like a small, distorted Na'vi."
Harry blinked in astonishment, before the native- possibly a Na'vi- drew a bow and arrow from his back, hissing with sharp teeth bared. Turning to his men as he realized that he still had his translation spell up, Harry shouted for them to put their guns down.
"Commander, you can't be serious!"
"Carlton, put that damn gun down now. He's holding a bow and arrow. This is like the pilgrims versus the native peoples of America, and God be damned I'm not going to make the same mistakes the pilgrims did."
A bit of grumbling met Harry's harsh statement, but the Commander did not curb his words. His green eyes flashed sharply before all the guns were down and the wizard turned around slowly with his hands up.
The native seemed to calm down as he returned his bow to his back. His face smoothed as he stood from his crouch, towering over even the tallest in Harry's group. The native then turned an inquisitive look upon Harry as he again spoke. "You are all warriors. What brings you to Omaticaya territory?"
Trying to think of how best he could answer without pissing the indigenous being off, as his translation spell was only one-way, Harry shrugged. "I am from Earth," here Harry pointed to the sky with an accompanying wave towards the shuttle, "and we are here to look for a special rock." Bending down, Harry scooped up a small piece of grass, showed it to the native, and tucked it into a pocket on his uniform.
The tense soldiers behind Harry began to murmur to one another as the native made no aggressive moves, but squatted down, as if he wished to see Harry better.
"You speak, but I do not understand," he mused, a long, blue finger brushing his striped shoulder. "And those that follow you are quick to battle, but you are not."
The native stood up smoothly, and cast sharp eyes over the other soldiers before nodding. "Perhaps Tsahìk will be able to judge you better than I. Come, little being, I will take you- alone- to Home Tree."
Harry's eyes widened as the native jumped up into a tree, turning on a branch to look at him with an impatient air.
The wizard turned quickly to his comrades, brain working a million miles an hour as he tried to figure out what he'd tell them. "Soldiers, complete our round of the shuttle and secure the area. If I am reading this native right, he wants me to follow him for a non-violent reason. This could be valuable information, and I must go."
Harry gave his men a minute to refute, and they did not disappoint. Several men stood at attention and began to speak, but Harry heard one man, a Henry Tensa, the clearest. "In all due respect, sir, I think that is a poor decision."
Harry chuckled as he placed a hand on his rifle. "I thank you for your opinion, Private Tensa, but I have faith that I will not be in any danger I cannot get out of. Do you doubt me?"
The soldier stiffened a little, but continued to stand at attention, his eyes grazing out into the forest behind Harry.
The Commander nodded. "Good. You will all finish your round before returning to the safety of the shuttle and telling the others of what I am doing. If I do not return within twenty-four hours, then I am dead and you should not trust the natives. Ensign Whellman will become head of security in the event of my death. Are there any more objections?"
A chorus of 'no, sir's responded to Harry, and he smiled. "Then, at ease, men, and continue with your duties."
Harry waited patiently as the soldiers began to march around the nose of the shuttle, many throwing concerned looks over their shoulders at him, but the wizard just chuckled and waved.
When the last disappeared, Harry turned around to a light 'thump', only to look directly at the stomach of the native. Turning his head up with a smile, the wizard felt amused when the native's ears flicked back against his head- a normal sign of agitation in a cat. Perhaps these natives weren't complete 'alien' after all.
The native flicked his eyes up to spy their surroundings before stating, "Your people are gone now. Let us go."
Harry nodded, smiling lightly as the native's pupils dilated, before the cat-like native turned around and jumped back into the trees.
Taking a deep breathe, Harry took a moment to call all of his magic. Like a dam breaking, it rushed up to the surface of his skin, racing through his veins. Harry knew he would need a lot of magic if he wanted to keep up with the tall being, but it seemed his magic did not want to be controlled quite yet. It, having been forced to hide away for so long, now sang strongly as it poured into the air around him, swishing through the grass beneath his feet, tousling his hair, and pushing him forwards into the wonderful forest.
Giggling like a child, hyper by the sudden influx of energy, Harry needed no other convincing as he took off into the forest like a flash.
A shout of surprise filtered into his head, but his magic quickly overran it. It promised to keep a tracker on the native and encouraged Harry to keep going. The native would catch up. This was, after all, his home turf.
Awed at the swaying and snapping animals and the popping and pouncing plants around him, a hyper Harry giggled as he dodged and weaved. Pandora wasn't so different from the magical side of Earth. How he would enjoy it here.