"Not all who wander are lost."
J.R.R. Tolkien


Because Lord Eridanus Black was a reclusive person by nature, he had limited contact with the outside world. Sure he had business dealings with local family owned shops and a few contracts with merchants, but outside of that he rarely made an appearance in the public eye. It was because of this that, by the time Harry turned 10 (physically), his life worked like a well-maintained clock.

He made one single appearance as Lord Black in the morning to his household before disappearing for the rest of the day. If he had any meetings or business dealings, he would schedule them for the morning and have them over and done with before it reached noon. An apparition and disillusionment later and Evan Harrison, 10 year old travelling rouge, was back in action, seeing the sights and exploring the world.

At first he'd been hesitant to travel in his actual form. Children were vulnerable after all and were more likely to be preyed upon. Turns out he had no need to worry because only wizard children really travelled alone. That was more than a good enough deterant from the average criminal and even if it wasn't, his exceptional hand-to-hand combat skills had more than made up for that.

Harry had never been one for physical violence. Magic made fighting practically impersonal, but he'd found that he couldn't afford that luxury here. Here, magic was so much more natural, so much more in synch with a wizard that the only way to increase magical potential was to simultaneously train the body as well as the mind. Sure he'd raged at the fact when it had first dawned on him, but he was grateful soon enough when he could hold his own against a grown man without resorting to magic. It made him feel more accomplished to know that even without magic, he was more than capable of protecting himself.