Chapter 3

Predictably, as had been the norm so far in this universe, the first thought Harry had about what he had learned was a selfish one. That thought being that he would have to stick with his name since he already gave it to an officer. Assuming this world kept track of its citizens Harry's name was now in a police database. It would be suspicious to change it now.

His relief from earlier came back when he remembered that he was a non-entity in this world. No one knew him and the only ones that have seemed to pay particular attention to him are already dead. But even they didn't seem to expect anything of him so far.

He just needed to figure out what to do from now on. He never actually expected to have this kind of freedom so he was a little lost. The only thing he knew was that he had to leave the area and he had to practice so he could protect himself if anything were to happen. First things first though, he'd catch a cab to the next town over to get a hotel; right after he got a map.

As he finished eating and signaled the waitress to pay he wondered if he should be making more plans. Hermione would think that was the smart thing to do but he was more of a think as you go kind of guy. He supposed he could always make out a list of what he needed to do once he got to a hotel.

As the waitress stopped at his table, he handed her the money and tried to figure out where to get a map, or at least a cab.

"Um do you know where I can find a map?" he asked but she just looked at him blankly. "Uh, cab? Taxi? Um, train?" Harry shrugged while spitting out ideas for transportation.

Finally she brightened and rushed back inside while making a wait motion with her hands. When she returned she handed him a map with multiple colored lines on it and pointed to one saying " train", then she pointed down the street and said "big tree" while making a right turn with her hand and pointing back at the map.

He saw the tree she was talking about and smiled at her. "Thank you," then handed her back the map and got up to make his way to the train station.

"Sugu ni kaeru" he heard he say after him. He nodded and left.

When he got to the station he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do so he camped out for an hour by the ticket machines to watch other people get their tickets. Although he didn't know what the words said he at least knew what buttons to push. It probably would have been easier and quicker to ask, he thought, but too late now.

When he finally got on the train he didn't know where he was going but he figured he'd make do. While he was on the train he figured out he was in a place called Yamanashi and would be getting off the train at Kanagawa. But according to the map from the station Kanagawa is next to Tokyo, which is the only city he had known of in Japan, so he figured he was doing pretty well. While he didn't know much about Japan back home at least knew both of them have a Tokyo.

It was only when he stopped to buy his own map on the way to the hotel that he figured out he could have gone straight to Tokyo from Yamanashi, but since he didn't actually have a destination he figured it didn't matter.

The hotel he checked into was actually pretty nice. Even the more run down ones had looked pretty nice compared to what he was used to in the wizarding world. The first thing he did when he opened the door to his room was shuck off his clothes to take a shower. He honestly felt like he hadn't showered in years. While he was showering he took the time to check out the feather on his arm.

He remembered Fawkes vividly. For a bird he was pretty unforgettable. The feather itself still glowed like a subdued fire but he figured that made sense since it was from a fire bird. It gave off slight heat but it didn't hurt anymore. Even the initial burns that were on his arm were now only slightly red patches of skin. It was while he was running his fingers over the glowing feather that he noticed the scar from Voldemort's resurrection was gone. Not a trace of it remained, not even a slight white mark from it possibly fading.

He started to search his body for the other scars that he knew were there and found that none of them remained. He was porcelain pale like he had never seen the sun and never left the house. His hand flew up to his forward but he had never felt his lightning bolt scar before. It was always more like a tattoo than a scar; he knew it was there but he had never felt it before unless it was hurting.

He was actually kind of afraid to look in the mirror to check if it was gone. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to be or not. On the one hand it represented everything bad in his life that had ever happened: his parents deaths, his relatives proof of his freakishness, the pain he felt every time Voldemort was near, heck, even all the bad press and slandering from friend and foe alike.

On the other hand though, it meant he was a survivor. He always did his best to do the right thing even when all the odds were against him. He didn't know if he wanted to give up that reminder.

Instead of looking in a mirror he walked out of the shower and put on the clothes remaining from his days on the run. Then he forcibly pushed the thoughts from his mind and decided to only focus on making a list of what he would do now.

The first thing he wrote was get his power under his control. He knew it was more than likely possible he wouldn't completely master the elder wand within this lifetime. With that thought he pulled the wand out and used pieces of his old shirt to tie the wand over the feather where his wand would normally rest on his forearm. He could feel the two cores struggling against each other but since it wasn't painful he figured he'd leave them alone to work it out and go back to his list.

The second thing he wrote was: Summon someone from my world to test out the stone. The first person he thought of was his mother. But he immediately dismissed it. He had just tried to kill himself after all, and he didn't think he could take seeing her after his failed attempt. Especially since he was now stuck being basically immortal. Along with that thought he dismissed summoning his father, Sirius, and Moony. How could he face Moony knowing that he not only abandoned his son but also stole his son's inheritance?

The more he thought about who to summon the more frustrated he got. He knew he could only summon so many people from that world and he didn't want to waste it on summoning someone who wouldn't be in any way helpful; physically or emotionally. Really he was running on the assumption that he would be able to summon three people as there were three hallows. And hadn't he heard somewhere that three is a magically powerful number? Does that count in this world too? Finally he got too frustrated thinking about it and flipped the paper over to make a pro/con list about staying in Japan or going to see if there was still an England.

Japan:

Pros: it's something new. They take gold here for a high price so no money issues. Polite ghosts.

Cons: Language. Don't know anything about japan. Ghosts.

England: if it exists

Pros: know way around London kind of. Language

Cons: Memories good and bad. Don't know conversion rate. May not actually exist. Probably ghosts, if so, English ghosts.

So the only thing he figured out is that he doesn't know what the hell he wants to do. Great. Actually, instead, he's going to bed. No one ever said sleeping on your problems wasn't helpful, right?

So yay chapter 3. Still looking for a beta if anyone is interested. I'm hoping to update 2 times a week so let's hope I keep to that because this will be a long fic.

-Lee