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When Harry's world was the cupboard, he often listened to his aunt and uncle watch the telly and insult other countries because of the 'undesirables' that lived there. It made Harry think that maybe he could find people just like him if he traveled.
That was a child's thinking, but even now that he was an adult, Harry loved to visit new places. But it certainly wasn't to find people just like him.
In fact, Harry kept traveling to do the exact opposite. He wanted to avoid any and all magicals, human or not. Harry was quite done with that world, thank you very much. Well… that was true at the start.
After Voldemort was defeated, the last thing Harry wanted to do was stay in the hellhole that was Magical Britain. Hermione tried to convince him that they could do so much good for the people and had plenty of plans that had plans of their own.
Harry didn't want any of that.
He didn't want to dedicate more of his life to others. He didn't want to be the self-sacrificing hero anymore.
When Harry said as such to the people around him, they acted as if he was joking and told him that it was his nature to help others.
But was it really?
Harry had always been pulled into situation after situation by either his stupidity or by others forcing him into it. He had been turned into an ill-prepared child soldier by a magical society that needed a schoolboy to fight their battles. Even worse, the supposed greatest of them all, Dumbledore, groomed Harry to kill himself so others would live.
Like he told everyone, Harry really was done being a lamb led to slaughter. He wanted to live for himself for once.
When the people around Harry realized that he was being serious, they started to freak out. Harry was made aware that Hermione's plans were sanctioned by the interim Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. It seemed that they expected Harry to be ecstatic after hearing that, but it was the opposite. Those plans had included Harry acting like a cheerleader by endorsing something or the other.
Without being asked beforehand.
That was the last straw. Before anyone could blink, Harry disappeared from Britain and hadn't returned since.
It was easier than expected for Harry to leave everything behind. He had thought that leaving the friends he had made would be unbearable, but while it was difficult, Harry found himself enjoying his time alone. Though alone really wasn't the right word.
He spent the first year after escaping Britain in the muggle world, immersing himself in the anonymity that it offered. Harry could go somewhere for the first time without strangers gawking at him.
It was liberating.
Harry didn't stay in one country for too long and never in a country that had a magical government with decent relations to the one in Britain. He didn't want to take any risks of getting found. That blacklisted most of Europe and North America, but Harry had the rest of the world to explore.
He visited each country as a tourist, stopping by the spots that the muggles were interested in. Harry enjoyed living life as one of the respectable folk, as the Dursleys would say, but the long vacation had to come to a stop at some point.
He discovered something hidden in places that muggles hadn't touched. Hidden tribes with their own unique flavor of magic that bordered on being a gimmick, but still fascinating.
Visiting popular tourist traps was fun and all, but finding these tribes with almost no contact with the outside world reignited the excitement Harry felt when he first got the letter from Hogwarts. And the most exciting part was that there were plenty of places in the world with tribes like this. South America would be just the start.
"Why was I chosen for this?"
"You have been an excellent liaison with the French Ministry, Ms. Greengrass. It was our hope that you would be just as successful with your new task."
Many words came out of the Minister's mouth without him saying anything, and Daphne was well aware of that.
"Minister Shacklebolt, I would be unsuited for this position. It would be best if someone more familiar with Mr. Potter was chosen."
To Daphne's surprise, the Minister shot it down without a thought.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Ms. Greengrass. You have been picked after a careful review. Trust in me when I say that you are the only one that has the possibility to succeed."
Kingsley saw that the blonde woman was still reluctant to accept the job and decided now was the time to dangle the bait.
"Consider this request the last the Ministry asks of you, Ms. Greengrass."
Daphne stiffened and asked, "Is that something you have the ability to offer me?"
Kingsley took out a parchment with multiple signatures confirming what he had just said, making Daphne's choice obvious.
"Very well, I'll start preparing immediately."
"Excellent!" Kingsley knew she was unlikely to decline, but it was still a relief, "And Ms. Greengrass? You must use whatever is necessary to bring Harry Potter back. This is not something you, or the Ministry, can afford to fail at."
Daphne gave Kingsley a brisk nod and walked out of the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. As soon as she left, Ron canceled the spell making him invisible and took the seat Daphne had just vacated.
"She better get this done. I still don't know why a former Slytherin is being trusted with this."
Kingsley ignored Ron's complaints, having heard them plenty of times before. His top Auror still had an unfortunate prejudice against Slytherins. Besides, this wouldn't be necessary if they hadn't spooked Harry into running away from Magical Britain all those years ago, and he repeated that thought out loud.
"Perhaps Ms. Greengrass wouldn't need to be trusted if Mr. Potter attempted to keep in contact with his friends."
"Stupid prat always was a brooding arse," Ron muttered angrily before raising his hands at Kingsley's raised eyebrows. "Hey, I knew Harry pretty well and knew how he could get. Didn't think he'd keep it up for over five years, though."
Kingsley hummed in thought. He would have preferred to give Harry a well-deserved break as long as he wanted, but as the Minister of Magic, the country's well-being comes first. And right now, the country was facing a potential threat from the continent that could be worse than Voldemort. Some German wizard thought it would be a good idea to take up Grindelwald's mantle and was doing a far too good of a job in attracting followers.
As a precaution after learning of the mistakes made during Voldemort's rise, Kingsley put his Auror force on high alert and actively helped their German counterparts contain the budding Dark Lord. Plus, the only reason Kingsley even thought of bringing Harry Potter back was the rumors he had been hearing.
After Harry's disappearance, there had been rumors of his sightings popping up all over the world. Luckily Hermione Granger was quick to disprove most of those without a glance. She had regretted making Harry feel like he had to escape but still knew him enough to realize that he would only go to places where he wouldn't be recognized. Chiefly the muggle world.
For years, nobody had heard of, or seen, Harry Potter. Either he became a hermit that cut himself off from the world, or he was always traveling in disguise. Most people who kept an ear out for him had almost given up.
Until the oddest rumors started to pop up.
It wasn't the usual type filled with impossible magic and heroic rescues, but more towards the carnal side. Kingsley still remembered most of Harry's friends initially scoffing at these rumors. But after almost a year of them popping up, a little investigation revealed that this might indeed be the real Harry Potter. Only, they were baffled at why the wizarding hero had turned into a playboy.
Harry had been seen in Europe for the first time in years for the past few months. This time in the company of gorgeous women of a blonde variety, a change from his preference toward brunettes for the year before, at least according to the rumors. That gave Kingsley an idea to lure back their savior, and if not that, at least make contact.
The plan was to send a witch that would attract Harry's tastes to the area he was last seen. After that, it was all up to luck. Of course, any of his former friends or acquaintances were disqualified. To this day, Harry hadn't bothered to contact anyone he knew. Even if they could have been considered, none were viable options.
Luckily for Kingsley, Ms. Greengrass was working to the right the stain on her name after her parents were caught with the dark mark. A reward that would restore her family to their seat was enough to convince the blonde witch.
"I hope this works, Kingsley. I don't trust that stuck-up bitch, but even I have to admit that she's... good-looking," Kingsley hid a smile at how pained Ron looked to say that. "Harry might be an arse for leaving without a word, but I still miss him. I... We need him to come back."
Kingsley nodded in agreement. Harry might not have been the best fighter during the fight against Voldemort, but he had something that made Dumbledore believe in him. Besides, Ron was underselling Ms. Greengrass. Saying she is attractive was a severe understatement. Of all the women in high-society Magical Britain, Daphne Greengrass was well known as the one with the most suitors chasing after her. Even with House Greengrass currently disgraced, most wizards would willingly cut off their arms to have a night with her. If she didn't attract Harry with his current tastes, there would be none who could.
Now all Kingsley could do was wait and hope for the best.
Harry opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, which wasn't a strange sight in the past few years. It was a wonder that even this could get tiring.
Harry turned his head to the side and saw a blonde woman. Paula, if he remembered correctly. He met her in a typical way, at the bar where casual hookups were almost expected and more importantly, where it was exceedingly rare to meet other magicals. Harry didn't need a witch for the night, so he happily chose to go where they wouldn't usually visit. In all honesty, Harry wasn't sure why he was avoiding magicals anymore, but it was almost an ingrained habit to do so.
Harry supposed it was because his life right now was comfortable. There were occasional moments when Harry felt a need to contact his old friends, but they were few and far between.
Paula moaned softly and opened her striking green eyes. She murmured in an accented english, "Hmm, Harry. Good morning."
Harry frowned, wondering why he had given her his real name. He tried to keep himself anonymous since some witches had recognized him even in countries that barely knew what Britain was.
"Thank you for last night, Paula. It was wonderful."
Harry always hated this part, having to make small talk before leaving. It would be easier to leave before his partner for the night woke up, but Harry didn't want to be a complete arse.
However, he was surprised to see Paula glaring at him.
"My name is Annika, Сволочь!"
Harry blinked and wondered why she spoke Russian. He didn't understand what she said, but considering she got out of bed and furiously threw his clothes at him, it wasn't good. He soon found himself standing outside a small townhouse with a confused look.
Harry scratched his head and looked around to realize that he had somehow ended up in Russia. The last he was aware, Harry was in Latvia. With an annoyed growl, Harry moved to somewhere private so he could apparate back to his hotel that was now in another country. He would rather not do that while under an awful hangover, but Harry had to check and see if last night was worthwhile.
He flinched away from the bright sun, ducked between a couple of houses, and popped away softly. Luckily for his limbs, Harry found himself whole in the hotel room he rented yesterday. He winced and grabbed the hangover potion from the drawer and gulped it down, sighing in relief as the headache disappeared almost instantly.
Now that the nuisance was taken care of, Harry sat cross-legged on the bed and used his heightened senses to see the changes, if any, in his body.
After discovering the isolated tribes in South America, Harry traveled to all the untouched parts of the world, curious to see what he could learn. There hadn't been much to find to be honest, but Harry still had the time of his life exploring what others would likely never see.
The most disappointing, and exciting, time during his travels had to be India. Harry had visited the country in hopes of finding something unique like parselmagic, given that snake speakers were famous there. However, to his surprise, magic was almost anglicized in India. It was like being back in Magical Britain with how similar everything was.
India's time as British Raj had almost destroyed whatever uniqueness was there with the magical arts. But the trip wasn't a complete bust.
Thrown away to the side in a shop selling useless trinkets and magical amusements, Harry found a few tattered tomes with strange flowing words that danced under his eyes. The only reason he even paid attention to it was that the name of the tome was something related to snakes, but it was written in a way that Harry couldn't fully explain properly in english. That by itself got his attention, but when Harry tried to mouth the words, a soft hiss escaped his lips instead of words.
Harry immediately bought those tomes and spent a good few months devouring what was contained inside. It only took a few pages for Harry to discover that this tome was suggesting something that came straight from muggle fantasies. In fact, if it wasn't written in a literal magical language, Harry would have scoffed and discarded them as nonsense.
But as far as Harry could tell, it was all real. Apparently, the 'parselmagic' he was searching for was an enhanced form of healing combined with sex magic that could perform miracles that would have made Voldemort drool in envy. These particular tomes offered the power Tom gave up his humanity for without having to become a noseless freak.
The only requirement was to be able to speak parseltongue... and have sex. Lots and lots of sex, too much in Harry's opinion. He knew India was the land where the Kama Sutra was written, but this was excessive. Of course, this was only possible after performing a ritual that came in varying levels of danger.
After reading everything, Harry realized that it would take quite literally years to do what was written. And that was without considering that Harry was a virgin, so he wouldn't even know where to start. Still, the reward at the end would have made it all worth it.
But how Harry struggled at the start wasn't important right now. He had to see if Paula, or whatever her name was, contributed to enhancing his body. The sex Harry had was mutually beneficial. It was an exchange of sorts, giving the other something that would aid them the most. Of course, a single night would amount to something unnoticeable so the women Harry bedded wouldn't realize something had changed. Unfortunately, Harry was so drunk yesterday that he wasn't sure if bedding the woman had any use.
It was sad, but sex had become cold and clinical for Harry. After sleeping with hundreds, no, countless number of women, he knew all the tricks and shortcuts to take with his magic to finish it quickly and end the encounter.
Harry frowned as he finished scanning his body. It wasn't much of a surprise since random muggle women would rarely be of help anymore. Last night was a waste of time.
Before he made himself stupidly drunk, Paula had been picked as the target, but Harry went to bed with not-Paula.
He rubbed his brow in frustration and wondered if it was time to return. It was rare that Harry slept with someone magical, so he would definitely have more luck finding a match for the traits he needed.
Besides, Harry's physical body was almost perfected at this point. The short height caused by malnutrition in his childhood, the lousy eyesight caused by his genetics, the slightly uneven lengths of his arms, the minor crookedness of his nose, and even his pores were fixed. It didn't matter if it was significant or even so minor that Harry wasn't even aware of it.
Harry chose to focus on his body to avoid the magical world for as long as possible. He told himself that he was already magically powerful, so there was no need to go back until his body was perfect. Now there was no excuse.
"Fuck," Harry muttered as he waved his wand and packed up his things. He was already thinking of his next hunting ground.
Maybe it was time to take the scenic route around Europe, starting with Italy. If his old friends happened to still be on the lookout for him and they tracked him down, Harry would consider that a sign to stop being obstinate and end his self-imposed exile.
In the meantime, Harry would enjoy what the women of the magical variety had to offer. By that, Harry meant the benefits he would receive from bringing them to completion. Or, more crudely, fucking them to gain power.
Voldemort's probably crying in hell right now.
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