As he got his head around all that has happened his training started kicking in as if it was instinctual, unconsciously he began surveying the area looking for exists and any potential threats. Thinking about it he knew that he needed a better place to crash than an old beat up car. Shifting uncomfortably in the faded, red BMW he searched around for a piece of paper and a pen. Sure he could just conjure one but when he tried any magic it didn't work, having mediated and searched for his core he found that he could not even sense his own magic! That had been a shocker, ashamed to say it he even though a hissy fit braking the already broke car until the doors had all been ripped off, but he sure as hell felt better about it afterwards. Now that he was calm and thinking clearly he had come to the conclusion that it was gone. In a way he felt relieved. No Vodemort, no wizarding world and no chosen one. In all honesty he couldn't be happier to be rid of his burden, sure he will miss it but it was for the best. As the voice had said "he will get new powers" maybe that was to replace his missing magic but he had yet to see what these powers are however the young child somehow just knew that in time he will find out.
After going through the entire car he found a half broken pencil and used some litter from outside as something to write on. If in doubt always make a list, Hermione always did say. Before his thoughts could turn sad he began writing out what he needed to do. He had conclude he was still in London something that made him feel very relieved, at least he would know the place a little but he still needed a place to stay. Maybe an orphanage, a very run down over looked one. He had thought it through and decided the he needed to go somewhere where he can do what he pleased, meaning stay out late, as the caretakers have no concerns over the welfare of its occupants. He needed to get out a lot because Harry had long ago found a thirst for knowledge he didn't know he possessed. What with the Durserly's never allowing him to do better than there precious dudders and Hermione getting jealous if he beat her in class, he just didn't have the chance to find things on his own. But that soon changed. Thoughts tuning sour he wrote down the rest of the things on his list that needed to be done. He wouldn't be ignorant again.
1) Go to an orphanage, 2) find cloths that fit (hopefully get that at orphanage), 3) go to a library and learn about this world, 4) join some fighting classes to stay in shape, 5) find out new powers.
Looking over at his little list he smiled, it was simple. Dressed the way he was he could easily pass as an abandoned child all he had to do was find the right orphanage and wait outside of it. Putting his wand and weapons into his shrinkable suitcase (it doesn't need magic to use it only a password), he stiffly began venturing into his new world. And even as the weather stayed in the same miserable state, Hadrian Black couldn't be happier. Nothing could bring him down. And he already knew the perfect orphanage to go to, one that still sent chills down his spine at thought of it. At the thought that he could be soon sleeping in the same bed his Tom Riddle had slept in. He was heading towards Wools orphanage. He briefly wondered if Tom was still there and almost kicked himself at not finding out the date. How stupid could you get!?
After walking along the streets getting quite a few dirty looks for his oversized clothing he finally spotted a man throwing away a newspaper, rushing over to pick up the newspaper he looked at the date and sighed in relief. He wasn't too far back in time; he was in 2012 (yes I know it's wrong) the same year that he was 7 in his own universe. Deducing that he has no chance of meeting this worlds young Tom Riddle he carried on in his journey careful to stay in the shadows and hop on the bus that will take him to his destination.