Harry was the one sent to do scouting for their safe place. He didn't know why; he was, after all, Harry Flippin' Potter. People would notice if he wasn't around. Then again, he was Harry Flippin' Potter and could get away with just about anything. And it was a Friday night.

The first place Harry checked out (that was on Tuesday) was the Chamber of Secrets. The CoSmos. A quick chat with the basilisk revealed a few secrets. Her name was Ethelinda, and she was assigned by Salazar to obey his blood's wishes and protect the school. When Tom had taken control of her, he invoked the blood requirements, but had harmed a student in the process. After, he could not control her, thanks to him violating a condition – he had basically disowned himself… it was wonderful to think about.

But Ethelinda made it clear that she could not leave the Chamber of Secrets, so Harry noted that it could make a headquarters for people who'd bother being careful, but not a city, so The CoSmos would be a meeting area. Maybe a secret lair if they decided to be kids for once.

The next place that he thought of using was The Forbidden Forest. But a second thought stopped that. There were creatures in the forest that people would hunt; weather for sport or fear didn't matter. And some of those creatures would attack, it was their territory, after all, so it would be safe anyway. And being so close to Hogwarts wouldn't be a good idea.

So where was the farthest place from Hogwarts?

….

According to Aunt Petunia, it was somewhere between New Zealand and Antarctica. That was Thursday. New Zealand it was.

When Harry appeared on the island, it was late morning. Harry eyed the maps Aunt Petunia gave him – one with the population density and one with the geography. Harry immediately checked out the least populated areas.

Harry eventually settled on a site west of Queenstown. There was a small beach surrounded by mountains, and Harry thought it would be a good place to set up. And if not, there were several others that work too, farther south. Harry took pictures – hundreds of them.

Happy with his work, Harry noted the coordinates and returned to Hogwarts. He made the trek up to the Gryffindor dorms, not realizing that it was four in the morning.

….

Only to find Ron Weasley waiting up for him. Glad that he didn't do anything weird, like visibly apparate into a place you can apparate into, years before he was supposed to learn, Harry quietly closed the door behind him. "Is there something you need?"

Ron nodded. "I want to know why you hate me." Harry narrowed his eyes. "You insulted my family."

Ron shook his head. "No I didn't! Squibs are curses to the world, but your family are muggles."

Harry stiffened, "Don't pretend to know my life." He spat and turns to his bed. "But-" Ron tried to protest. Harry closed his curtains and cast a two-way silencing charm.

Harry stayed up for the rest of the night. A half-hour of meditation to get his temper under control was necessary, but after that, he began to plan the city. The capital building would be situated on the top of one of the mountains – that was for sure. Harry had pictures of all the largest cities in the world for reference as well. Maps, layouts, transportation; everything a city could need.

Most of the pictures got used. By the time Harry was done, there was a thriving community pictured. It vaguely resembled a cross between Rio de Janeiro and Seoul, the capitol of South Korea.

He even had a favela. By then, Harry knew he'd need to let the city evolve on its own. Besides, it was seven in the morning and Harry's stomach was asking for food.

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Harry, Neville and Draco all sat at the Ravenclaw table Saturday morning. Harry had gotten used to seeing them as eleven year olds, but it was still a shock when they exited their minds, where they appeared their mental age. Nobody really looked at them oddly after they made it clear that sitting there was their intention. Even after only a week, the school was realizing that the three did their own thing, although it was the first time they sat somewhere that wasn't their own table. They had met up in the library every night before curfew. Harry took them into the Chamber of Secrets the night after he had met Ethelinda and ended up staying the night. The teachers had a heart attack when they didn't show up for breakfast that morning – they'd gotten used to the group chatting at one of the tables before separating to eat. Harry had a blast explaining the basilisk to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, who seemed different in a way Harry couldn't figure out. In the end, Harry put it down to the memory alterations.

But on Saturday morning, the trio sat at the Ravenclaw table. Harry was showing Draco and Neville his photos and plans for a city. "Wow" Neville breathed. "You planned all this in a single night?" Harry shrugged. "I sort of had it planned out in my head, so I just applied it here and made altercations where the geography dictated it."

Draco grabbed one of the photos and scrutinized it. "It looks like a muggle establishment." He stated. Harry shrugged again. "Yeah well, there'll be anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards, so people'll be traveling mostly muggle-style. But everything does run on magic. Balls of light create well, light. Trains and metros will be directed by an MPS – er, Magical Positioning System. It's designed to act like a muggle GPS, which is a Global Positioning System. Uses man-made satellites. Ours works differently, but the outcome is the same. Things like elevators and escalators also run on magic. It's basically a normal muggle city run on magic. Which is good because if any muggles stumble upon the city, they'll just think they got lost and are back in civilization. Besides, anti-muggle wards will be up too."

Draco nodded and put the picture down, picking another up. "What is a favela?"

Harry took a look at the photo Draco had. "A favela, in Rio, is an area of lower income people. There isn't much law enforcement, so sometimes favelas become overrun with crime. But sometimes, people do wonderful things. They create art and beautiful gardens and really do whatever makes them happy. People like the Weasley's could live there and Fred and George could open their joke shop and Molly could sell her wonderful food and Arthur could do all his muggle obsession stuff and nobody would care if it's against the law or not, because they would be doing the same things. Besides, there will be ways to detect things that break the law in harmful ways. Make sense?"

Neville nodded. "Yeah."

Draco just stared at Harry. "How long have you been planning this?"

Harry made a sound. "The idea popped in my head several years ago, but I had discarded it. When we arrived here, I thought for a while before this came back up. I still didn't think it could happen, but I indulged myself and now it's paying off."

Draco began laughing. His mouth never opened, but his shoulders shook and his breath was shaky. "You are wonderful. "I indulged myself" he says. Are you sure you don't see the future like Luna?"

Harry shook his head smiling. "No Draco, I don't."

There was a pause until Neville asked "When do we start building this?"

There was a short collaboration until Christmas break was decided.

"Until then, we research. How magical buildings are made, types of governments, best conditions for certain things. This city will be entirely self-sufficient so we need results."

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