Harry Potter and the Years of Adventure
Chapter 2 – Around the World Part I
Author's Note: This chapter is mostly just to give you a reference point for the rest of the ficlets which will be written in conjunction with this story. I know it's not very interesting but it does give you an idea of where he goes as well as a rough time line. I'm doing this so I don't have to write the ficlets in order; this way, I can write fun bits and I (hopefully) won't confuse you too much. And yes, I know it's unbelievably short.
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it's not mine. Simple.
The first thing Harry did was apparate to the Shrieking Shack and take everything out of his pack; there was the tent, a parachute, a hang glider, a beach chair and umbrella, skis, snowshoes, a shrunken, double masted, one-person sailboat and of course, a tent. It was basic but had a small kitchenette, bathroom, bedroom (which oddly enough came with a massive wardrobe), living room, study area and four bookcases just screaming at him to fill them up. Harry then put all back in his pack and looked around, he had no idea where to start to he just pointed his wand randomly at a map of the world and the tip landed on Iceland.
Harry set sail from the tip of Scotland and after a few days of learning how to sail a double masted sailboat on his own, he finally made it to the beautiful island. He spent three weeks trekking across the island, he met spark spitting lizards and massive Hippogriffs; watched as brilliant rainbows graced the every-lit sky and saw chasms carved by thousands of years of ice creeping down a mountain. He filled journal after journal with detailed accounts of his travels and his sketchbooks bulged with drawings and notes about all the wonderful creatures he met and the beautiful things he saw.
After passing by Greenland, Harry sailed beyond the Northwest passages, up through Baffin Bay and into the Arctic Ocean. While he sat at the bow of his boat, hovering over the north pole, he met a giant, telepathic kraken with a dry sense of humour. Having only ever met Inuit shamans before she was overjoyed to have someone who could tell her of the world beyond the Circle to which she was bound. She had only seen muggle foreign explorers and whenever she tried to talk with them they thought they were mad, which was never a pleasant thing to listen to. Harry wrote about her and carefully drew picture after picture of her. It was a thrill to know that he was the first to meet such a wonderful creature.
Harry went to shore near the Yukon and continued down the continent on foot; along the way he met and traveled with various Inuit tribes, learning all about natural magic and the magic of the northern earth. He passed through First Nations' settlements and small Canadian towns, all the while talking and sharing knowledge with the people he met. He made it down into the United States and wandered back and forth from the Ocean to the plains, over and over again. Harry crossed the Cascades and the Rockies, the Salt Flats and the Seirra Nevadas, he walked down the Grand Canyon and stood at the edge of the hot pools. He passed through cities, spending time in Seattle, Portland, Los Angles, Vegas, Phoenix, San Diego and Salt Lake; and every time he stopped, even in the smallest of towns, he sought out a book shop and purchased a few books to add to his growing collection. Harry wound his way all the way down into Mexico and then, when he saw a train heading north east, back into the United States he decided to hop on and see where it took him. He met Rock Gnomes, Fire-dancing Gremlins, Train Goblins and Dumpster Demons, he also met Cactus Sprites, Sulfur Sirens, Pine Nymphs and Salt Imps. It was amazing and wonderful. November found Harry exploring the sights and sounds of New York city, which quickly turned to snow and ice, chasing him down to Florida. Standing on the beach in Miami, Harry could almost feel something calling him to the ocean, so he pulled out his boat and set sail. He sailed around the Atlantic for over a week, just going where the wind and the call took him. At long last he stumbled upon the lost entrance to the sunken city of Atlantis, he spent two years there, going to the Atlantis Academy of Magic, he learned of things long forgotten to those on the land.
Harry graduated at the top of his class and then felt another quiet pull on his magic, it was calling him away. He once again followed the wind and it brought him to Central and South America when he visited and learned at old Mayan and Inca temples, searched for the golden city of El Dorado and trekked up the Amazon. Along the way he met royal snakes of the Inca, demon gold guardians, freshwater mermaids, Amazonian vampires, fairies of the rain forest, spiritual winds, living rain and many other fascinating things which had not been officially documented or studied by anyone.
From the mountain village of Machu Pichu, Harry and a few other magical beings he had met set out to find the buried nation of Akakor. They had been wandering around for a week when Harry managed to find the entrance it in the most ungraceful of ways; they had come across an unusual rock formation with some pillars and odd-shaped rocks where they decided to take a break. Harry had just sat down cross legged on a rock when the entire thing, Harry included, just dropped through the forest floor. Needless to say, the goblins – because that was who built the city – were very surprised to have a visitor fall through their ceiling. Harry stayed for three months before he once again felt the need to move on, he left his companions in the buried city and trekked south along the spine of the Andes all the way to Cape Horn, where he stood looking out at the ocean, knowing that Antarctic was just a boat ride away, albeit a cold one. Harry decided that it would okay to try and cross to the South Pole because it was spring, coming on summer; his timing couldn't have been better. By the time he set sail for the frozen continent it was October 2000, he had been travelling for over three years.
Harry landed on the Antarctic Peninsula and started his trek to the South Pole, he passed through the ice-covered mountains and traversed wide expanses of nothingness. In the middle of the Transantarctic Mountains he met an amazing species which could only be described as a type of Ice Nymph, they were completely surprised when he could see them, apparently they had never met anyone before because they were invisible to Muggles and no wizard had ever been to the continent. Harry was astonished that this was yet another thing the Muggles had done that wizards hadn't. There was a time when he was confined to the tent for three days straight as he waited for a raging blizzard to run it's course. Eventually though, he made it to the South Pole and from there he looped around through the East Antarctic Ice Sheet and over to Oates Land where he once again took to the sea. From there, he sailed out of the Southern Ocean and north to New Zealand. He passed by Stewart Island and landed in the southern town of Invercargill, Harry then spent the next two months slowly making his way north through New Zealand and all the way up to the northern most tip of Cape Reinga.
In New Zealand he met some very interesting kiwis, both avian and human. He also found a thought-to-be-extinct species of dragonets as well as some extremely rare plants which many northern wizards would kill to get their hands on. The drawings he made there were some of the most amazing yet, that country was spectacular. It was there he realised that his artistic skills had advanced to a point where people, Muggle and wizard alike, were willing to pay large sums of money just to have one. He was told that he a knack for capturing the essence of a landscape, person or being. The wizards were especially drawn to the fact that even though he hadn't used magic to create his art, or even to help create it, the finished product was magical in and of itself. Harry, having turned into quite the humble and quiet man, was so flattered that he made an effort to make more drawings from his memory, and then gave them away as gifts; he didn't even accept a single knut or dollar for his work which seemed to make it all the more precious to those who received one. In return, he found himself quite the local celebrity and welcomed into even the most private of gatherings. In that way he learned things no one outside of New Zealand knew; and he was trusted not to waste, sell or divulge that which he was taught. From New Zealand he hopped back on his boat and headed across the Tasman Sea to Sydney, where he was able to lose himself in the hustle and bustle of city wizard life. At first Harry was wary of spending so much time in a highly populated, international wizarding area but then he remembered that a) he was in the antipodes b) it had been three and a half years and c) he didn't look much like the 17 year old teenager he was when he left. So, he sailed under the bridge and into the heart of the city.
Author's Note: I've already started on Around the World Part II but reviews are great and will make me finish it faster and post it sooner! I was originally going to post it all as one big chapter but it is a lot of info and I figured you'd want it sooner rather than later. But yeah, review!
Oh yeah, one more thing; I'm not using a beta so mistakes are mine and mine alone, sorry guys.
Okay, I made a map that might make it a bit easier to understand where he's been/going.
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