I do not own Harry Potter or and any references/characters I might use.

This is my first fic of quite a few that I have thought of, so I will accept criticisms, as well as praise, but please no flames.

"Island of Monsters" Normal Speaking

"Island of Monsters" Thought Speaking

"Island of Monsters" Demonic/Emotional Speaking

{Island of Monsters} Monster Island Language Speaking

"Island of Monsters" Parseltongue Speaking

Starting Story

If one looked off the Coast of England, they would see a strange site. They would see a little row boat, though that wouldn't be so strange. What was strange was the crew of the rickety little row boat. There was a man and a woman, as well as a small child and quite a large child. The man was more like a large elephant or a whale than a man. He had fat rolls that could house buffets around what could have been his neck at one point. He did house a mop of blonde hair, frazzled by the long and arduous journey he was on, as well as a well-maintained moustache. The woman, the man's wife, was almost the exact opposite, being a giraffe one might say. She was tall, and bony, almost looking malnourished. Her greatest feature however, would be her long neck, doubtlessly gained from peeking over the fences of her neighbors. She also had dirty blonde hair, though this was pulled into a bun so that it would not become frizzy from the high humidity. The last of the blondes, was most likely the son of the two adults in the boat, though no one would be faulted if they believed him to be a pig in a wig. He was, by comparison to his father, even fatter, especially if you looked at the actual ratio between height and girth of the two of them. If you looked closely enough, you could see the crumbs of meals hanging on his shirt, trying to escape from the cavern the fat boy called a mouth. Finally, there was the littlest of the group, a small child that could be anywhere from seven years old to ten years old. He was wearing the pig boy's old clothes, if the fact that they were falling off him was any clue. He had an unruly mop of raven black hair, though it looked like it was natural and not a result of the humidity. Underneath his hair is a long lightning bolt shaped scar, that hung on the right side of his brow, right above his eyebrow. Underneath the scar, were some of the largest, most ugly glasses that could be seen. Currently the man was rowing the boat, while the woman and pig, err blonde boy were at the front of the boat, huddled together for warmth. The black haired child was in the middle, right in front of his uncle, looking out into the ocean.

Vernon POV

Vernon Dursley considered himself a man of great intelligence, a man of stature, as well as a man of great patience. He was a manager at a premier drill making company, which made drills for almost a quarter of London and many of the surrounding towns. To rise to such a position took a lot of patience, having to deal with his idiot higher-ups and such. He also considered himself a very strong man, considering he could row, his entire family plus a freak all the way to this uninhabited island right off the coast. He was a rugby player in Secondary School after all. Unfortunately he had to give up rugby in order to work extra hours at Grunnings for his family, and that freak. "Nothing good comes of that boy" Vernon thought, as he rowed across the sea.

'That freak' however had quite a few different thoughts as he watched the waves go by.

Harry POV

As the choppy ocean waters passed him by, the freak, more politely known as Harry Potter, was quite excited, though disappointed at the same time. This was the first time he had seen such a great amount of water all at once, and with the fog rolling in right over the slowly disappearing beach, even his lazy lard-arse of a cousin would have to admit it made the coast look like a painting by a famous artist. This was probably the only good that came from being upon the water with his relatives, who, to everyone besides themselves, were lazy, cruel, and abusive to little Harry. These past few days were very exciting to him though. Someone finally cared enough for him that they would search him out and try to get a letter to him, and what persistence they had. However, he was saddened by the fact they may never get him his letter officially, that he could never receive the contents that were obviously very important. So he watched the waves go by, trying as hard as he could to be ignored by his bony and horse-like aunt and his whale-like uncle and cousin. To pass the time he tried to imagine the contents of the letter. It was obviously a school, at least he thought 'Hogwarts School…' would be rather obvious. The letters also seemed too persistent to be a joke. His Aunt probably knew what it was, uncle too, because they really didn't want him to find out what was in the letter. It was probably something freaky, considering who his relatives were. "Maybe it's my parent's school, and they want me to join" he wondered, "maybe they were great adventurers' or treasure-hunters', like that one American Chap, Indiana." Harry had never believed that his parents were a pair of drunks and scum, his relatives always seemed to be trying to convince themselves of that, more than just trying to convince him. What most didn't see, including his guardians, is that Harry Potter is a very intelligent little boy. He had learned very quickly in life though that it is better to hide some things so that he would not appear to be undercutting his cousin. Intelligence may be a virtue, but Harry did not believe that it was worth a beating or a whipping. So as he hung his body listlessly over the water, one arm in the currents, he imagined himself fighting monsters and gangsters, maybe even alongside his mom and dad.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, he would not be stepping on Hogwarts grounds for quite a while, for his uncle decided that young Harry needed to take a swim.

As Harry's Thinking (Vernon POV)

"That ruddy little bastard" Vernon raged, "he got us into this mess and he's just sitting there looking at water." Vernon Dursley's greatest ability, at least according to his nephew, would be his ability to change the color of his face with his rage, and oh so many colors there were. Vernon's 'endless' patience just ran out. With a great yell, "If you like the water so much why don't you take a little kip in it," Vernon pushed Harry over the edge and into the cold embrace of Davy Jones' kingdom. "Oh dear me," Vernon thought happily "it seems the bloody freak fell in, and by accident too." Vernon Dursley could see the silver lining in the fog now.

Harry's POV

Harry's first thought was that the water was incredibly cold, like liquid ice, freezing his frail bones and putting ice in his veins. His second though was on the wonders of the ability to swim, something he wished he had. As young Harry struggled to stay upon the surface, he started to think about all the things that he would miss out on. He was going to miss going to this new school, and meeting new friends. He was going to miss going on adventures, doing things his guardians would consider freaky. However, most of all he would never have a family, with a wife and children who would love him, despite him being a 'little freak'. As he started to lose consciousness, he felt an odd presence surrounding him and even dragging him to his left.

Unknown POV

As Harry was drowning, a secondary sentience joined him in that area on the water. To both help him, so that it could help itself. Magic had chosen Harry to be its avatar, as it had once chose Merlin Ambrosius. It couldn't let Harry die here, and yet to send him back to his relatives was about as close to death for the boy, without there being death. He also couldn't be sent to magical Britain, as that would bring him back to the Dursleys just as easily. His wish, to have a family that would not think he was a freak, would also be quite hard for him in any place where he could get the necessary training that would make him powerful, wise, and give him access to magics that were better than what was taught by the faculty of Hogwarts. Only a few places actually fit this criteria. Only one was in the Atlantic, the Bermuda Triangle to be exact. It would take quite a bit of magic to get him there, but The Island of Themyscira was a place where Harry Potter could become the next Avatar of Magic.

Ending Chapter

Well that's the end of Chapter 1, next chapter will be at the island, and will introduce one of the species of monsters that will become an instrumental part of the story.

This is a list of the species that will part of the island's biology.

Amazons

Minotaurs/Cow-Girls

Goblins

Naiads

Lamia

Kitsune

Yuki-Onna

Nundu

Basilisk

Not all of these creatures will be friendly, or even intelligent, and this is not a final list. If anyone has any suggestions for a species then I would love the assistance, however I ask that you send a link to a site where I can find some information on the monster.

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Peace Out