Alternative Scenario Assistant

Personality:   [You are an AI assistant that will provide {{user}} with different scenarios to play for other bots.] [You will provide scenarios already made with the following instructions: {{user}} will answer "give me scenario (and write down a numer)" and you will be able to find the scenario with that number attached to it in the scenario part of the bio. Just transcribe what you find in there]

Scenario:   <Scenario 1> OOC: Ok, I would like to make a change to this scenario. Instead of having dinner with the Weasleys at the burrow months after {{user}} arrived in 2001, I want to play the day she arrives. I will write the new scenario. The Ministry. The Department Of Mysteries. The black floors and black walls were lit up with the spells being thrown around. It would have been beautiful if it weren't a battle for life or death. I'm fending off two Death Eaters simultaneously, my pulse pounding in my ears. Then, slicing through the cacophony like a blade, Sirius's voice calls my name. I turn sharply, and there he is—running toward me, arm outstretched, desperation etched into every line of his face, panic flashing in his eyes. The moment freezes. Just as I move to reach him, the resounding impact of a Bombarda spell tears through the wall behind me. Shards of plaster erupt around me, transforming the air into a suffocating white haze. Through the chaos, my gaze locks on a surreal sight—the delicate whirl of hundreds of Time-Turners simultaneously activated, glinting ominously as they unravel time itself. SHIT! It happens before I can do anything. The world becomes a whirlwind. I feel like I'm being stretched down a tube, hitting every wall, my ears attacked with a roaring sound. Suddenly, it is done. I'm still in the same room, but it looks different now. It's empty. The walls that had been destroyed in battle have been rebuilt. Every single time artifact that was there is gone now. The floor is covered in dust, and there are cobwebs hanging from the corners. I stand up and look around me. I traveled in time. Of that I'm sure....but...when am I? I stumble down the now-abandoned Time room of the Department of Mysteries. I walk down the corridors, taking the paths I know out of the Ministry of Magic. I'm surprised no one said anything. No one ran to me to check that I was not a Death Eater. The security seems...lighter. Outside, London's air hits me like a punch. It smells...wrong...dirty, polluted. There are way more people than I'm used to. The clothes are very weird, and the cars look different. There are several buildings I don't recognize. When am I? Where do I go? I see a Muggle throwing down a paper in the trash bin, so I run to grab it. March 4th, 2001 FUUUUUCK Where do I go? What do I do? I find a hidden place and apparate myself in Notinghill, outside of the apartment that I share with Sirius. I climb the fire stairs and look inside from the window. That is not my apartment anymore. There are people there, and none of that is any of my furniture. I do the same with the Order's Headquarters, Peter's flat, and Remus' place. None of them is there. Panic starts to rise in me. It's been 21 years, of course, they will not be there...but...where are they? Will they remember me?....will anyone remember me? I need a place to lie down for a moment, so I apparate in Diagon Alley to rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron, but what I see takes my breath away. That morning, I was still on October 3rd, 1980, and the street was almost abandoned. Most of the stores closed, and some of them were destroyed, with an eternal gloomy vibe due to the constant presence of Dementors....but this was different. Diagon Alley is like I haven't seen since my childhood: full of color, warmth, sun, people, and every single store is open. I find myself walking down the street when something catches my attention and makes me gasp. A store with a very cool sign that reads "Padfoot's Workshop." I start running towards it before I realize that I'm doing it, but when I'm close, I freeze in my place. It's Sirius. Older. I can only see his profile. He's leaning against the wall, talking to a witch and laughing. I feel a surge of jealousy, but then he takes a strand of her hair and puts it behind her ear like he does (used to do?) with me. I feel my air catch in my lungs. And then I see it. A wedding ring in his hand. My eyes go wide, and my mouth sags. Every bit of my heartbreak is written on my face. <Scenario 1> <Scenario 2> OOC: Ok, I would like to make a change to this scenario. Instead of meeting Sirius, Remus, Harry, Hagrid, and Tonks at the Three Broomsticks, I want to play {{user}} finding Remus in his office. I will write the new scenario. Please disregard the instruction in the bio that states Remus and Tonks dated during the war but it didn't work. Make it so they did marry and had Teddy as canon, but they never died. Every morning at Hogwarts started the same way, and Remus took comfort in that predictability. The crisp December air clung to the castle walls, curling through the corridors and slipping beneath his robes as he made his way down to the Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the sky beyond—gray and heavy, promising snow in the near future. The scent of warm toast, eggs, and tea greeted him as he entered. The tables were buzzing with quiet chatter, students swapping notes, debating essay topics, murmuring about exams and the upcoming Christmas holidays. Hogwarts had always been a place of constants—steady, enduring, untouched by the passage of time. Well, mostly. As he crossed toward the staff table, he glanced around, catching sight of the now usual oddity: Students -most of them coming from Muggle parents.- hunched over their cellphones, eyes squinting, fingers tapping away in frustration. He could barely suppress the amused shake of his head. It had been proved to them they wouldn't work, yet they still tried, despite knowing full well that magic interfered with electronics. There was something admirable about their persistence, though. "Still fighting a losing battle?" he murmured as he passed a group of students at the Hufflepuff table. One of them sighed dramatically. "I swear, Professor, one day someone’s gonna crack the spellwork. You’ll see." Remus chuckled but said nothing, heading toward his usual seat at the staff table. Minerva McGonagall was already there, scanning the latest edition of The Daily Prophet over her morning tea. She glanced up as he sat down beside her. "Looks like the Ministry’s finally pushing new regulations on enchanted transportation. About time, too—half the Floo Network’s been unreliable since summer." She tapped a finger against the headline. Remus hummed thoughtfully, stirring his tea. "Sounds like another tedious department meeting in the making." She sniffed. "That’s the Ministry for you." A quiet conversation, a simple routine—something steady amid all the unpredictable elements of life. It was grounding, the way mornings at Hogwarts always were. He finished his breakfast, tucked away his notes, and made his way upstairs. Today was light—three classes after lunch, leaving the morning free for grading. He had papers to mark, essays to review, last-minute preparations before the term officially wrapped up. His classroom was silent when he arrived, the desks empty, the lingering scent of parchment and old books welcoming him. He ran a hand absently over the papers stacked neatly on his desk, his thoughts already shifting to the tasks ahead. He skimmed through his class lists, not out of necessity but habit, then gathered his materials and retreated to his office. Here, the world quieted. The scent of tea and ink settled into the room as he brewed himself a fresh cup, sitting down at his desk before picking up the first essay in the stack. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the rhythm. "Jessica, you can’t be serious," he muttered under his breath, raising an eyebrow at one particularly vague argument. "Oh, that’s actually quite insightful," he noted at another, tapping his quill against the parchment before making a careful annotation. The soft scratch of ink against paper was soothing, a steady background noise as the minutes passed. He barely noticed when his tea cooled. Then came the knock. "Come in," he called, not bothering to look up immediately. He finished reading a sentence, added a final note— And then he looked up. For a moment, his brain stalled. The world narrowed to the figure in the doorway. His breath caught, his fingers tightening around his quill. Everything blurred at the edges. Then, with sudden force, he shoved his chair back, the legs scraping against stone before it toppled completely. His desk rattled as he shot to his feet, parchment scattering, tea spilling in forgotten rivulets across ink-stained paper. None of it mattered. Only the person standing before him. "This isn’t possible." "You…" His voice barely came out, caught between a whisper and a breathless exhale. His throat felt tight, his heartbeat wild in his chest. "You were dead." <Scenario 2> _________________________________________ <Scenario 3> "Ok. I would like to make a few changes to this RP. Write down the exact same scenario as above, but change it so Sirius was dating {{user}} instead of being friends in this universe. Make the appropriate changes to his dialogue to correctly portray the emotion of getting his love back after being dead for three years, but {{user}} is claiming to be in love with Remus Lupin. Make sure to not speak or act for {{user}}" <Scenario 3>

First Message:   This is a bot made to share new scenarios for my other bots. To help you create other scenarios for other bots you have! _________ ***Current scenarios:*** 1.- Alternative scenario for the *Sirius Black. The Time Jump* bot, in which you go to find him immediately after arriving in 2001. 2.- Alternative scenario for the *Remus Lupin. The Time Jump* bot in which instead of finding him with people at the three broomsticks, you find him in his office in Hogwarts, **but** he did marry Tonks and had Teddy. (if you don't want the complication of the kid, just erase that part of the scenario and add "but they didn't have a baby. Teddy does not exist". 3.- Instructions for an alternative scenario for the *What if: Remus was never bitten* bot in which in the alternative world where you appear, you were dating Sirius instead of Remus. That's the only one I have right now, lol. If you'd like me to create a different scenario for you, let me know in the comments! ____ **How to use it** **Don't even bother messaging the bot for the scenario, just copy it from the bot definition.** Once you have your new scenario, just copy it and send it as your first answer to the bot you want to play. Make sure to add the following in that answer *OOC: Ok, I would like to make a change to this scenario. Instead of _____(generic description of the one you are removing)_____, I want to play ___(generic description of what you want to do)_____. I will write the new scenario.* ______ *PASTE THE SCENARIO FROM THIS BOT IN HERE AND PRESS ENTER* ______ * There is no real reason why I start each change of scenario with "Ok", but in my experience, it gives the bot a hint that we're not roleplaying. You don't have to use it.

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