Stranded

Chapter One

Left behind

Today was a day like any other, the birds sat in silence in the early air, the neat rows of houses all cookie cutter equivalents, still and lifeless. Not a soul was on the streets, the silence was so heavy that the simple grind of teeth can be heard a mile away. It would be considered uncomfortable, agonizing, but to Harry it was bliss. Harry Potter was skinny; someone who grew in a short space of time and considerably shabby, jet black hair was short, and messy on his hair and his eyes, a vivid green. Harry's back was against flat earth, under the shade of the windowsill above. It was making his back ache, but either way Harry was grateful. The Hydrangea bushes were hiding him from unwanted eyes, disapproving eyes, and he found it the best. He could hear nothing coming from the open window, but being under the windowsill near the Dursley home was the coolest spot outside, seeing as he could not stay inside for very long without someone kicking him out.

Now there was a problem with today. Harry didn't know what that problem was- wasn't even sure if it was a problem at all. All that Harry was aware of the was the fact that today was off, something both good and bad was going to happen. When night fell and currently delinquent Dudley Dursley came home, Vernon Dursley, patriarch of the home called everyone (including Harry, but he was a little way off) for a family meeting just before Harry served dinner.

"I have managed to get a hefty raise at work," Vernon Dursley looked proud of himself, puffing out his unusually large chest, beady eyes shimmering, "and I have decided to treat everyone. We are going on a long vacation!"

Dudley and Petunia cheered, Petunia looking slightly worried, Harry felt uneasy at Vernon's declaration. The last time that the Dursleys and Harry went on "Vacation" it was in a shack on a rock in the middle of a frigid ocean. It was considered the worst (and the best) day of Harry's life, for Harry Potter was visited by a huge half giant and told that he was a wizard.

Yep, it was heard correctly, Harry Potter was a wizard. The big question was where he was going to go while the Dursleys were on their vacation. Harry wasn't exactly welcomed in the Dursley there, only living in the home by necessity.

When the family meeting broke apart, Vernon gripped Harry's arm so tightly it bruised and pulled him into the hallway, shutting the door.

"No funny stuff boy!" Vernon jabbed a meaty finger against Harry's chest, "we have no choice but to bring you!" Promptly after the short and tense warning, Harry was pushed back out into the living room and he scurried upstairs.

Harry entered the smallest bedroom, shutting the door behind him, sighing. He glanced at Hedwig who was staring at him with sharp amber eyes. So far, no one has sent him an owl about his immediate removal from the Dursleys for the rest of the summer and he was fairly surprised when Vernon announced the vacation, but Harry had to comply with the Dursleys until someone gave him the go-to for when he can leave.

Harry dumped himself on the lumpy mattress of his room, realizing his exhaustion and he fell asleep.

His eyes snapped open, air forcing itself into his throat. The nightmare flickered across his eyes, melting into a memory; Petunia Dursley was banging on the door, the sound grating Harry's ears.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Pack your things- we are leaving tomorrow-!" Her shrill voice faded away and Harry groaned; he dragged himself out of bed, and towards the bathroom. Harry stuffed his rucksack with clothes that were too big for him, his wand, his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map. He then did backbreaking chores afterwards, for Petunia wanted everything to be spotless before they left. Harry could hear Dudley complaining about how he couldn't bring his game controller on vacation and he rolled his eyes. When he was finished with his chores, unlike what he thought he could not, unfortunately go outside to the coolest spot of the neighborhood and rest for Petunia and Vernon did not want to 'lose' him until tomorrow. All in all, it was a pretty hectic day.

The next morning, by far was even more hectic than yesterday. Harry was awoken at the god awful hour of five o'clock, granting him only four hours of restful sleep- and people were yanking him around. Shoved Into a car, and subsequently yanked out of it, rucksack around his shoulder, soon enough he was walking into the bright lights of an Airport terminal of Heathrow. It was all a blur, the security checking his bag then being inspected by a wizard stationed there. He was standing at the dock, realizing that he had no idea where he was going, The next realization being that he has never been outside of the United Kingdom. They were going to Miami, Florida in the United States (that's what he read on the ticket) and idly he wondered where Florida was on the U.S. map and if it was tropical or freezing cold.

The flight was uneventful to say the least, it was dark and the sun was just rising, Harry was too tired to see flying at a whole different perspective. Nine to ten hours later, Harry was told to fasten his seatbelt because they were going to land. Now this is where it got interesting, he looked outside the window to see a sprawling city and a white sandy line of beach, everything was considerably more modern looking than that of London, but it was still unremarkable. The plane landed and Harry was walking into the airport terminal of Miami International Airport, almost immediately afterwards Harry was guided onto yet another plane bound for a place in Costa Rica.

Exhausted from the jetlag, Harry was walking through the airport he didn't know the name of with the Dursleys. They rented a car and it took an hour drive to properly find the hotel. A bunch of badly spoken Spanish words later, Harry was sleeping on a cot ignorant of what was yet to come.

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Bright light shone on Harry's closed eyelids, and a groan passed his lips.

"Boy quit complaining! You should be grateful that we're even bringing you along!" Petunia's voice was less shrill, but still very sharp and annoying. Harry sighed and got himself ready for the day. Vernon reserved a boat to go for an island eighty to one hundred miles off the coast of Costa Rica into the Pacific Ocean. It was realized that the Dursleys got very seasick and Harry, most fortunately, did not so Harry was left alone for most of the boating excursion. Harry stared at the deep blue water, thinking about how different it was from the eerie green of the black lake a few months ago. At the time, the air was cold and it made Harry shiver, but here the air was soft and warm and the water looked warm too and frighteningly turbulent. The sky was a deep blue and the sun shining hot and bright on his back. Harry remembered himself writing to his friends earlier and letting Hedwig go to the burrow or wherever his friends were and saying that he was going on a long vacation with the Dursleys. He didn't expect a response, for it felt impossible for Hedwig to fly all the way from the United Kingdom to the middle of the ocean near the country of Costa Rica. He looked up and saw a strip of sandy beach and the craggy rocks of a mountain rising from the ocean. It was an island Harry has never seen before and the boat was going straight for it. The island was cloaked in mist and he thought about how it could possibly be a place for people and creatures of magical roots, but it didn't feel right. Harry shook off the slight unease he felt when looking at the island and joined the Dursleys in a dinghy, rowing towards the beach of the island.

When they landed, Harry's trainers sunk into coarse sand, the jungle in front of him was thick and looked like it was full of chaos. The Dursleys were more than happy to stay on the beach and stare at the shoreline with no surf Dudley wanted to swim and that was the day when Harry sworn to himself to bleach his eyeballs after this. He walked away from where Petunia and Vernon were stationed, glad that he brought his wand with him and walked along the beach, seeing that the jungle seemed to get sparser, grass seemed to have grown new on what appeared to be a path. Harry poked the tip of his shoe at the path, relieved that it didn't want to eat him (no matter how preposterous that sounded) and was about to step onto the path when he heard a shrill chirp. Harry spun around, momentarily surprised, wand in his hand, the chirping happened again. Jumping from the bushes, five feet away from him was a lizard. Harry froze and the animal looked at him with a disconcerting form of curiosity. It chirped again and bounced nearer to him, bobbing its head. Three toed tracks were left in the sand and the lizard did the bobbing thing with its head again, kind of like a chicken. Harry chuckled lightly and crouched, the lizard couldn't have been more than two feet tall and it bounced again. He held out his hand, showing that he didn't have food and immediately the animal jumped onto his fingers. Harry jumped, the tiny claws dug into his palm, the lizard struggled to keep on him. It was lightweight, almost like a bird. The lizard scurried up his arm and its beak struck his arm.

"Ow!" Harry yelled and he shook his arm, attempting to confuse the lizard off him, but it was not afraid for it struck him again, tearing a ragged hole into his arm. The lizard did it again on another part of his arm, a painful ragged hole the size of thumb. He continued to shake his arm, pain flaring up, he saw another animal, the same type, scrabble unceremoniously up his leg, leaving scratches and tearing into his arm. Harry started to scream, shaking his arms violently as they bit into his arms, and soon enough his legs. Harry's bloody fingertips brushed the wood of his wand and he tore it out, shouting,

"Stupefy!" The animals chirped in alarm and jumped off him, beaks bloody, toes in the sand. He pointed his wand at them, his arm throbbing and said another spell,

"Expelliarmus!" The first animal was flipped over, but it was uninjured. The other animal got the memo and streaked into the underbrush, out of sight. The other lizard was confused and disappeared after it, chattering rapidly. Harry looked at his arms and felt sickened, there was blood flowing freely from each of the thumbprint sized bite marks. There were five or six scattered in all on both of his arms, yellowish saliva was left behind in each of the wounds. The pain in his arms seemed to increase and the unmarred areas of his arm were starting to swell. Harry stowed his wand away, wincing as the pain grew from stinging to white hot burning he ran as fast as he could, back to the Dursleys and found that they weren't on the beach anymore. The boat was starting to drive away!

"Hey!" Harry shouted, he waved his arm, despite the agonizing pain and the blood, "Hey don't leave me!" He spotted Dudley on the deck of the boat and he waved his arm harder, yelling incoherently, the pain bringing tears to his eyes. Dudley was ignoring him and the boat continued, farther and farther away from the beach until it was nothing but a speck of white near the horizon, but Harry refused to believe that the boat left him. The pain was both stabbing and burning in his arm, the bleeding got worse and now his arms were bloated and swelling grossly; his cheeks were wet with tears. Harry was panting, heart beating frantically against his ribs, tears streaming down his cheeks. Panic began to settle in, he was stuck on an island with no idea how he was going to survive other than his wand, his arm swelling and frankly starting to smell, and with animals that had the potential of killing him, now the Dursleys left him. Harry pulled off his shirt, gasping with pain as the cloth brushed his swollen arms, he tore the shirt into strips and went to the water of the beach dipping his arms into it, biting his lips to keep from yelling with pain. The blood and the saliva washed away and the wounds were left to cake with fresh blood and dry. He wrapped his arms tightly, fear tainting his insides. Harry was glad, however that he wasn't dead. He cursed the Dursleys, anger seeping into his stomach and it was quickly transitioning into more panic. His fingers were suddenly aware of the sand and he grabbed it, throwing it at the ocean in the direction of the Dursleys, screaming until nightfall made him silent with sleep.

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AN: Hey guys! I'm rewriting Found! I'm calling it Stranded as it is a better title and the continuity team is going to work harder on this one, seeing as the team took a day off in the last one. I read the Jurassic Park book twice over and I'm going to take a few elements from Jurassic Park book and the Jurassic Park: Lost World movie and book. I hope you like this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park, Harry Potter or its characters I simply write the story revolving around them.