A/N: updated whenever I feel the urge to write an entry story instead of a rigid schedule story. This Harry is based on my Harry from Darkness Ascendant—where the two ladies mentioned are currently the most likely love interests but we'll see how plot takes them—without the Darkness as his primary weapon.

Day 3:

Have been here two days, obviously, and have found that whoever has sent me here is likely the other half of a prophecy because whoever was stupid enough to send me to this blocky hellhole obviously has to die in horribly painful ways that will make the tortures of Voldemort look like a good time at Alton Towers. Speaking of which, that's a good anniversary date for me and Sophie, I think. Maybe Hermione too? Though she might prefer to hit the library while we go to the park? God, if I miss our anniversaries I will burn this world to cinders!

Harry closed the diary he had found—it had had a few dozen pages filled with notes on how to survive in this place—and looked over at the sheep carcass. He felt a little bad about killing the thing but he needed the food. He had conjured a cauldron and a thick hunk of fatty mutton, some carrots, potatoes, and some wheat seeds—to thicken it—were boiling away as he looked around again while the rest of the meat was being smoked into jerky. The last two nights he had been attacked by acromantula, skeletons, skeletons riding acromantula!—and hadn't that caused Harry to shit his pants.

Since that first night, he had dug a three wide pit and filled it with wood he had then cast spells to make it burn as long as he needed it to. Now the creatures couldn't get to him and he could get some sleep in his auror robes—held up by a few sticks to simulate a one-man tent—though the howls of the creatures—and the occasional explosions of those weird green ones—had left him unable to actually sleep for more than a few minutes.

Day 5:

Have given in and am now exploring. Found a chest and it had some weird blue glass armor that refracts just like a diamond does along with a sword that also seems to be made of glass as well. Really dig it, much lighter than the Godric's and it has this weird shimmer than I think is some sort of enchantment. Doubt I'll need it since the obvious answer against all dark creatures is, and always will be, Flagellignis. Also found a saddle and a horse nearby. The horse was easily tamed and we've been heading north. At least Point Me works here.

Wolves are surprisingly nice here, feel like if I had a bone they'd be my best friend. Really miss Padfoot Jr. May kill another sheep or a cow just to try to see if the wolves are easily tameable as the diary showed the horses to be.

He closed the diary again and slipped it into the saddlebag then gave Ginger a nudge to go faster. He had felt a bit bad naming it after horse-face Ginny but her constant attempts to come on to him had always been annoying.

Shrugging that off, he hoped Sophie and Hermione were okay. He closed his eyes, imagining the two of them in bed together, Sophie's perfect breasts pressed against Hermione's back, the raven haired woman's hand slowly creeping down the cinnamon haired woman's stomach until her fingers reached the curls between her legs.

Hermione turned her head back and kissed her girlfriend, whispering sweet nothings as they buried their sadness and faces in between each other's thigh—

Harry shook his head and and shifted in the saddle. The armor and his erection at the imagery were a fount of pain.

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Hours had passed and he found himself looking down at a star of stone hanging in the middle of the air. He pulled his wand from his sleeve and cast the dozens of detection spells one had to learn living with Sirius Black. No magic on the stone, it was just hanging in the air. He blinked then scowled. "I hate this place! Though a plane of stone in the air would be a lot sa—oooh yea!"

Day 6:

Have begun making sketches of how to build my own floating island. Will put that off for some time though. Exploration, even when dealing with the occasional spider attacks—note to self, practice fireball spell, mine fizzled after three meters—coming out of caves or cracks in the ground.

Realized I had a map and went to look at it. It began filling in the design just around me. Stupid magic map!

Have also begun plotting how to murder whoever sent me here. Thinking I'll start out by taking whatever Hagrid's breeding this time then rectally insert it into whoever did this for starters.

Harry put the journal away and looked at the book he had found in a chest in a minecart on a random bit of track in the middle of a valley. It had various ways to create items.

Day 7:

Got frustrated today, punched a tree. Large section of tree broke loose and went flying. Rest of tree now floating in mid air. Not sure how I feel about this.

Harry stared at the square log floating and rotating just off the ground. When he approached it, it jumped towards him and he leapt to the side. he realized his backpack felt a bit heavy. Looking inside it, he saw the log, and a bunch of raw meat and wool. More than he had had before. He realized he had ridden past the kills of some wolves and had seen bits of meat and white blocks. He hadn't realized he had somehow picked them up by getting near them.

Day 13:

Built some wood tools, use those to harvest some stone. Found stone filled with black dots, realized it was coal. Got a bunch of that and weird little orbs flew towards me. They didn't seem to have any effect so not too worried for now.

Harry realized he was being an idiot as he stared back at the light from the entrance of his sixteen meter deep tunnel he had mined. He walked out of the tunnel and drew his wand then muttered, "Confringo."

The orange-red gut of flame exploded forward then the tunnel exploded as the spell made contact with the stone. The large hill was no more. Now it was a deep pit filled with hundreds and hundreds of floating bricks.

Day 14:

Have found someone else's rudimentary encampment, mostly sod blocks to form shelter. Seems abandoned, will use as my base camp as it's readily defendable from the skeletons that arrive in the night. Adding arrow wound to list of grievances against whoever sent me here. At least I know a good recipe for mutton.

Harry rubbed his arm where he had taken the arrow. It had been a flesh wound and a flesh knitting spell had done with that but he now knew he needed more distance between the fire and no windows. But the floating island, only accessible because he could apparate, was going to be his next choice.

Day 15:

Found the perfect mountain top to use as the basis for my home. It's about a mile by three miles wide. Have begun the fun process of isolating it.

Harry cast the blasting curse again. He had realize he didn't need to make it floating, just make the sides sheer or concave so it was impossible to jump up to.

Finally done, he apparated to the mountain top and surveyed his new land. Completely flat—done by actual mining since the blasting curse wasn't surgical enough, he planted four seedlings of the largest trees he had seen at each cardinal point then one more set of four at the exact center.

With the trees planted, he began marking off pens for the animals currently roaming the mountain top freely. "Animal husbandry here is creepy," he muttered as he tossed some seeds to the chickens and they started getting amorous.