Summary: Harry Potter's luck can't give the wizard a break. In Voldemort's desperate and last attempt to kill Harry in the Final Battle, Harry is whisked away to a new world. Determined not to let himself be brought down, he thrives to become stronger and to find a new place to call home. However, how long it will take for his strange abilities to be noticed? Follow Harry as he deals with the difficulties that are thrown his way in this new life as he creates a new hidden identity for himself. Not a superHarry!
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A/N Hello everyone! Thank you very much for the nice reviews! Also thanks for a lot of curious Alerts and even some favs! I can understand some of the reluctance to review and faving so early when you don't know where the story is heading. However, I'm on a roll, so hopefully this (very fast! Oh what am I getting myself into?) will make you even more enthusiastic!
To be truthful, I really shouldn't upload right now, since I have an exam for college tomorrow, but I just seem to be unable to focus. Sigh.
Also I just want to point out that no, this will not be a super-Harry fiction. He will get strong – have you seen how strong everyone gets in Shippuuden? I don't want to get him killed by simply walking among them. So yes he will be strong but it might take a while and even then, he will not be superpowerful/godlike/superninja-like. At all. At least that will not be my intention. I will make sure that Harry will have enough problems thrown his way that this will not hap-
Alright, I will stop babbling. Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to review!
Chapter 2: Can't Get a Break
~The next morning~
When the Vanquisher-of-the-Dark-Lord awoke from his unpleasant slumber the next morning, he had immediately snapped into another mindset. It was a mindset that was familiar to him. Even as a small boy in the cupboard had he used it to overcome his sadness and loneliness.
Crying hadn't solved anything before. It wouldn't solve anything now.
Harry had had his pity-party for now.
He had to man up, stop being angry at everything and just had to try to stay calm. He now had to look at the facts that were in front of him. He had to survive this idiotic situation.
He was not home. He was somewhere else entirely. This was unfortunately confirmed after a few more fruitless attempts of many spells and Harry acknowledged that he was seriously screwed.
No magic. Different stars. Maybe even an improbable case of having ended up in another world.
No, he unfortunately had not forgotten about that whole possible dilemma either.
"I'm so screwed..." The wizard muttered with a heavy sigh, feeling like he should state it out loud.
However, once that little conclusion had been duly noted, the teenager didn't have much choice but to start moving. After all, this wouldn't change anything about his situation. No, he had to move. Wherever he had ended up, he had to find food, water, and people. Human beings. He refused to believe that he had landed in a place – whatever world this might be- without at least other homo sapiens. He wasn't sure how he would survive otherwise.
He refused to think about that possibility.
Having rested for a while and gotten used to the annoying dull ache that Harry constantly felt, the wizard considered himself to be fit enough to travel.
Though he had to stand up before he could.
'That is going to take some effort' He thought, mentally preparing himself for the pain that would accompany the movement. So taking a deep breathe, the wizard started to slowly push away from the tree…
…and blinked as he stood up with much lesser effort than he had actually expected it to take. If anything, he felt actually feeling quite light on his feet.
'Never felt like this before.' He mused as he once again shifted on his feet.
He paused, before he dared to take a few steps forwards and couldn't help note that even then the light feeling in his head did not disappear.
What was going on?
'It is as if the gravity…' Harry pondered, once again taken by surprise. 'Does that mean-?' He wondered at the same time.
There was only one way to find out.
Harry jumped lightly into the air, making sure not to use too much strength.
His eyes widened.
The moment he landed on his feet again, he toppled back in shock and ungracefully landed on his butt.
"Holy shit! Did I just jump about five feet into the air?" He whispered to himself, looking at his legs in disbelief. He couldn't quite believe it.
After having realised that, yes, that really happened; he focused on something else to experiment with. He stared at his hands for a moment before he put them on the ground at his side and pushed himself away from the ground with the effort he could muster in his current state.
He stumbled forward as he practically launched himself on his feet again and he had to practically run forward in order not to land on his face.
This was so odd.
Another world. The ideas suddenly didn't seem that improbable anymore.
'Merlin!'
Wherever he was, this world was absolutely crazy.
As if said 'crazy world' tried to prove itself, there was a sudden flash of metal in front of him. It was partly due to his quick reflexes that he wasn't hit, as the object passed him with an inch from his face. Being completely caught off guard once again, the momentum made Harry topple back onto the ground once more.
'What the-!'
He sat up and turned with big eyes at the oddly shaped blade that was now stuck in the tree right next to him. Had it been aimed a little more to the right… Harry shivered as he rubbed his neck.
'That had been so close!'
It was a second later that his near fatal-experience was filed away and his paranoia – and curiosity - returned.
'Isn't that once of those martial art's weapons?' He thought, recognising it from a movie he had once seen before.
Shakily, the wizard tried to get a feeling of his surroundings as he quickly moved towards the edge of the clearing.
"Constant Vigilance!" A memory in the voice of Alastor Moody reminded him. At the moment, the wizard couldn't help but agree with the dead wizard. His eyes flickered nervously over into the shadows of the trees nearby. That blade had to come from something. Was there someone in the shadows?
'If only I had my damn glasses.'
As far as he could tell there wasn't anyone there, but he didn't know if he could trust his senses in this world. Eventually, his hearing picked up sound of clashing steel and yelling in the distance, meaning that the knife must have come from that fight.
Harry groaned. No way! Fighting? Here too?
'That's it...I have had it.'
Yes, the Boy-Who-Lived had had enough. He didn't want to be involved in any kind of conflict right now, no matter that the blade - that had nearly killed him - was almost proof on its own that there were indeed people out there. Nope, he had had enough conflict for at a couple of days… or months. At least a few days of peaceful silence would be appreciated.
There was no way that he was going to get involved in that fight. No way.
'Hide.' His instincts told him. Yes, he had to hide. This was too much information right now.
If he wasn't careful, he might have a nervous breakdown. There was only so much information he could take in one day.
He glanced at the trees and bushes that he had neared.
He wasn't sure whether he could use his magic in this place unnoticed, or if he could use it at all – the Lumos didn't count – and he didn't want to think about that possibility. Luckily, he at least had enough practice from his 'games' with Dudley to know how to hide.
So he easily – he nearly tripped as he was once caught off guard by his own speed - slipped into the bushes and laid down near one of the roots. A place where he had the most protection, since he could hide behind the wood to dodge another knife, and where he was hidden from sight completely.
He stopped moving as soon as he sat slightly comfortable and had a good sight on the clearing that he had come from.
Just when the bush stopped rustling, two men appeared out of nowhere in the clearing and landed right in front of his bush.
Harry let out a mental snort in disbelief. He had the worst luck ever.
Their style of clothing was unfamiliar to him. They looked quite strange. One was clad in some kind of brown warrior clothing with a dark cloak surrounding the man. He had short bright red hair – which painfully reminded him of all the Weasleys that he probably would never see again - which was kept, out of his eyes by some kind of headband with a strange sign engraved into it. Some kind of swirl that formed a… leaf? He barely managed to see the diagonal line that slashed through it.
'What does that mean?'
The other man looked even stranger. He was wearing a white mask that had made Harry tense when he had spotted him, before the wizard had noticed the paint that covered it. A bandana covered his hair and the man wore white armour that mostly protected his chest and forearms. He was also wearing some kind of cloak, which he managed to slip out of when the other was distracted with finding a good landing spot within the clearing.
Harry followed the movement of the pairing quite warily.
They moved quite quickly, but Harry was able to follow it ever so slightly. That did not mean that it was easy though, as the pair seemed to literally all dance over the clearing. Their limps and actions were blurs and he lost them a couple of times. They were really fast. He was glad for all those years of following a tiny golden snitch around the Quidditch field.
He tensed when they came too close once, but luckily they darted away quickly enough. Harry sighed in relief as the heavy atmosphere disappeared once more and he could breathe again. He had no clue what the heavy energy was, but it was kind of scary.
He squinted his eyes when they moved out of his slowly expanding vision range and became blurry once more.
They were truly skilled, which made Harry even more paranoid of them. If they were to spot him, he would probably be dead.
'Why aren't they leaving?' Harry wondered, his heart rate picking up. 'They surely hadn't trouble moving around before.'
He frowned as he saw them create distance from each other and suddenly there was a large fire raging between them. Harry gasped in surprise and leaned back as far as he could. He swore he saw both contestants freeze for a moment before they once again focused on each other.
'Did they hear me?' He wondered. He surely hoped they hadn't.
Harry automatically put a hand on his mouth to stifle any other sounds he made, having learned from early on how to remain silent.
He watched with growing fascination as the two – what were they? Ninja? – battled while each using different elements. Fire, water… even lighting came into play as they battle suddenly seemed to become even deadlier.
They were trying to kill each other.
Then out of nowhere, a high-pitched sound vibrated through the area. Harry crawled at his ears to make the sound stop, but it wasn't working. It hurt, a lot! A sense of dizziness and disorientation crashed upon him and he acted instinctively.
"S-surdo." He whispered quietly, using a spell that he had used so much that he should be able to do wandlessly as well.
After all, Ron snored a lot and loudly, so a sound-dampening spell was a gift from heaven in that department.
It wasn't working. His eyes widened in horror and then pushed a lot of effort behind the spell. His magic was messed up! He was going to be deaf if it didn-
'Come on! Come one!' He tried to direct the magic to his ears as well.
Intent Harry. It is all about intent!
His hands started crawling over his ears, nearly drawing blood as he did.
Finally, after who knows how much magic he had used, it worked.
He let out a sigh of relief as the sound reduced itself to an ever so quiet ringing noise. His ears were still pounding, but the dizziness disappeared.
'Thank Merlin.'
The masked fighter seemed to have taken some measures as well, but had been caught off guard for a moment, which was enough for his opponent.
Using this distraction to his advantage, the red-head kicked out quite unexpectedly and the masked man was flung away and landed roughly into a bush, which of course had to be the one that Harry was hiding in. Unfortunately for the wizard, the heavy man landed quite painfully on Harry's leg, making Harry hiss out in pain.
The wizards' eyes widened in shock and fear as the man quickly came back to his senses and immediately turned to him, kunai in hand. Green widened eyes stared into the shadowed eyes holes of the mask. Harry instinctively held up his hands and shied away.
He barely dodged some kind of threatening swipe to his neck, unsure if he had just barely escaped a painful death yet again or whether the man was warning him. There was no second attempt to hit him though, after which Harry reluctantly concluded that the crazy man had been startled and might not have meant to kill him.
Whatever the masked man had been planning to do next though, he didn't get the opportunity to do as multiple –very sharp – knives suddenly assaulted them.
The masked man barely managed to get away in time, even though one knife seemed to have hit him somewhere. Harry wasn't sure, as he was gone too quickly.
Harry, however, wasn't that fortunate.
Harry bit in his hand to keep himself from crying out in pain as one his own leg, which was now free to move again. It didn't take long before it started bleeding.
The attacker didn't seem to care though, having solely focused on using him as a distraction.
Instead, the brightly red-haired ninja suddenly appeared in front of him and immediately glanced at the wizard before sending him a creepy smirk that made Harry shiver.
'So they had heard me and doesn't care that I get hurt?'
Had the pain of his leg not distracted Harry, he would have glared at the red-head. The ninja said something to him and then followed the masked man that had disappeared into the woods on the right side of the clearing.
Harry stared at the place where the man had been just moments ago, eyes wide in shock.
His hearing might have been decreased a lot, but Harry had heard enough to know that that had not been English.
Harry allowed himself to curse loudly before he gritted his teeth. As carefully as possible, he pulled the knife out of his leg and pushed his hand on the bloody wound to heal it with his magic. It was a slow process, but it worked. It was something that he had started to learn in his early years at Hogwarts, especially during the summer. He had eventually gotten better with the help of Poppy in his basic training later on. The large books on healing that Hermione had forced him and Ron to read had helped too, even though some of them had been very boring.
Still ever since they had started hunting the Horcruxes, Hermoine had been very demanding. He couldn't help but be grateful for that now.
'What kind of language was that?' He wondered, panicking.
His mind started racing.
'If this is another world with people with different powers that are speaking another language that I can't understand. How will I get myself away from trouble? I obviously shouldn't stand out. I'm pretty sure that magic doesn't exist here if they have that kind of powers.' The wizard thought feverishly as he ripped off part of his shirt to cover the wound.
Hell, he didn't even spot any kind of item that gave them their power, like magic and a wand. Instead, it seemed to come from them! How powerful were these people?
'I have to find a place to stay and remain unnoticed.' Harry feverishly concluded.
Somewhat more focused with that flimsy goal, he was ready to flee.
'Damn my luck. Not even Apparition works.'
Easily pushing himself back up, though slightly more difficult with his aching leg, he stumbled towards the opposite direction that the ninja's had disappeared too.
'Quickly, quickly. I am not going to get involved in this.' He thought, quickening his pace.
Only to freeze as the masked man suddenly came back flying across the clearing with a pained growl, before he hit one of the trees. Harry nearly winched at the sound of crushing bones, before he slowly turned around to face the freaky red-head that was advancing on the fallen man. The insanity on his face stopped Harry from comparing him to Ron once again, as soon as he came within his visual range.
The ninja grinned quite creepily when he spotted the time traveler, before he then turned back to his fallen opponent and chuckled out loud.
However, it was this expression that made Harry narrow his eyes as anger hit him.
He knew that expression. The heavy feeling that he had felt suddenly clicked.
He was going to kill him.
'Shit. Shit. Shit. Should I stop him? What if the other man is some kind of maniac? Who the hell is the good guy here?'
Harry watched as the masked man tried to get up once more, but was unable to. Instead he sagged back against the tree, presumably knocked out. The other ninja laughed gleefully as he prowled towards his pray.
Glancing at Harry, the smirk widened and he winked at him, resulting Harry's blood to run cold. A second later, fury took its place.
He had had enough shit the last few days and now this man dared to wink at him?
His decision was made.
'No way in hell that I'm going to let that guy!-' Harry thought, starting to feel very angry.
So, just as the ninja hefted his knife in the air to cut the man in the heart, ending his life quite painfully, the ninja was tackled to the side. The tackle lacked technique though and the red-head let himself roll into the tackle and ended up with the teenager under him.
Damn it.
At first he looked very angry that he had been stopped from killing the man, before a grin slipped on his lips and his eye twinkled dangerously. Easily restraining said teenager, the red-head leered at him, making Harry stiffen.
He shifted the kunai to the teen's throat, stopping him from making any movements that he was about to take.
Harry shivered at he felt the steel touch a very vulnerable neck.
'Shit, I really need to stop rushing into things.' Harry though, his heart beating nervously in his chest, much to the amusement of the red-head. At least if one were to use the smirk was any indicator. He said something to him, which sounded like he was taunting him, but Harry couldn't be too sure.
'Shit. How am I going to get myself out of this?' He thought.
As the man leaned over to him, staring in his eyes, Harry suddenly felt very much like hyperventilating. He had just defeated Voldemort of all people! And here he was, being toyed with like he was nothing at all. The thought made him grit his teeth as he narrowed his eyes at the man, whose smirk only widened as he came even closer to his face.
It was then that Harry absently realized that he must look quite exotic to the man… There was an Asian touch to the man's features and the look that he was giving him – curious and… Harry didn't even want to think about it – made him wonder if he really looked so different.
Meanwhile his captor kept Harry's hands stuck in one hand while keeping it between their chest as an extra leverage. He tried tugging them out and nearly succeeded, but the sharp knife at his neck twitched dangerously.
The man smirked again, nearly touching his nose as he said something again.
Harry tried to keep his expression unchanged as a sudden idea hit him.
If the red-head dared to look him in the eyes, he was going to make sure that the man would regret it.
Thus, Harry pushed his magic into his eyes to direct it at the man. What he was going to do could be really foolish - not to mention reckless - as Harry didn't have that much experience.
Instead, his experience was mostly limited to the knowledge of the theory behind it. He had never used it to the fullest extent before though.
He would have to try to replicate what had happened with Snape – which might have mean that he was a natural at copying what he had kept doing in his head the whole time – and Voldemort's mind games, while combining the things he had read in books.
He could only hope that it would work.
Not only for him, but also for his current victim. Though, frying the man's brains might not be that bad if he was really prepared to do what Harry thought he was prepared to do to him.
Payback.
Harry managed to suppress the smirk that he wanted to shoot at the man that was smirking down at him, still talking.
Harry had absolutely no clue what he was saying. Though, whatever he was talking about, Harry decided that the man probably found it to be very amusing. He suddenly saw the eyes shift to his forehead and realized that his lighting-shaped scar on his forehead must be exposed.
The ninja stared at it in interest as if he wanted to study if further, causing Harry to snarl in warning. The man's eyes flicker back to his green ones, and as soon as their eyes connected once again, the wizard immediately took his chances.
"Legilimens" Harry whispered nearly breathlessly and he felt himself whisked away toward the man's mind, hopefully taking the man with him.
~End chapter~
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