The winged monstrosity shrieked at him, lunging with its big conical beak.
He rolled to his side, got into a sprinting position and progressed into an easier to defend posture.
"On three", he gasped, desperately getting his breath back, eyes scanning the bird.
His right hand clapped on to his wand holder finding nothing.
"No wand".
A shriek followed by a tree-felling smash came towards him.
Another roll and a jump afterwards lead to him falling painfully into a small stream.
His body ached all over, but the winged beast keeps on coming. In fact, there are three of these ugly beasts now.
He thought of hiding in the stream but it was too shallow.
There is a blue lake downstream though.
"3 D's" he whispered to himself, then "CRACK!"
The beasts shriek and fly away as their prey disappeared.
"Merlin!" gasps Harry as he emerges out of the lake, wet as the lake itself.
He had appeared roughly half a metre from the lake surface, and had almost drowned himself.
The bone-piercing coldness of the lake had caused his body to freeze and him losing a portion of his breath.
"Thank Merlin that these beasts weren't persistent."
He swam towards the edge of the lake, green eyes scanning the surrounding areas for other potential dangers.
"I have no wand, no potions and no idea where I am now, but I still have my glasses and the magic is strong in this place, which are nice."
The air felt wet, but not stale.
The plants are more green than brown.
"This is actually a pretty neat place."
"...Neat, but dangerous." he further commented to himself.
He pulled himself into a cross-legged sitting position hoping that it will help him think better.
"Survival 101, find shelter," he muttered to himself while observing his surrounding for potential place to rest. It is important to have a safe base before figuring out everything that had happened after the disaster.
A random thought appeared in his head, it felt so random at first. Then his gut feeling keep insisting that he should act upon it.
Of course, he jumped into the lake straight to the bottom at the middle of the lake, and found scraps of metals and electronics.
Betting his remaining breath on his wandless magic, he levitated as many scraps as possible to the lakeside.
Most of the metal plates were very badly rusted, but seemed to come from a single bigger entity. Like a big van, or maybe a small plane that the muggles have.
Without much thinking, Harry casted the repairing charm on the wreck. The ease of the previous levitation charm gave him the confidence.
At first, the rust start to disappear, and the broken parts start to merge back as if watching a reversed memory. Then, parts after parts start came together. There are also pieces of crashed parts from the lake that came out to merge into whatever the object formerly was.
It has three van-like parts, two at the bottom, the one in the middle positioned slightly higher, but still connected.
"That part seems similar to a plane" He kept on directing the magic into the charm, constantly observing the craft getting bigger.
"KT-400" stamped next to a pair of black barrels that reminds Harry of the rifle that Uncle Vernon had, is most probably the name of the craft.
The fully restored KT-400 is roughly the length of a bus, but with the width of three. Painted white with yellow linings, it had a commanding look, though weirdly so thought Harry.
As good as a shelter as any he muttered to himself as he circled around the craft looking for the entry point.
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