It was dark and damp. The air smelled of mold. Harry couldn't see anything, for a minute he wondered if he had gone blind. But very faintly, he could see the outlines of what looked like some furniture. Where was he? It took him a minute to think of the last thing he remembered, but finally he recalled it.
He remembered dueling Lord Voldemort. And to Harry's surprise, he remembered it just like it happened yesterday.
Flashback to when Harry and Voldemort are fighting the final battle
Voldemort laughed coldly. Harry knew he was dying. He was so sure he would be able kill Voldemort. After all, he had destroyed all of Voldemort's horcruxes, practiced the unforgivable curse, 'Avada Kedavra' a number of times, and he had learned all of Voldemort's weaknesses and strengths. Why couldn't he kill Voldemort? He should have been able to.
With what was left of Harry's strength he said to Voldemort, "I guess you'll get what you want. You'll get to kill me, and conquer Europe, and then eventually the whole world. But as I am sure you know, people won't stop trying to defeat you. Even though they all know I am the only one that can kill you, they will still try with all of what is left of them to kill you," Harry paused briefly and then continued, "But even after I am gone, you know that people will always love me. You know that my mother sacrificed herself to save me. And so did my father. Sirius died for me too. And let's not forget Dumbledore and Hagrid. They all died trying to help me and to help defeat you. And you thought killing my best friend, Ron would bring me down. But so unlucky for you, I almost sacrificed myself for his life. But you knew that that was not the time for one of us to kill each other. So you left Ron and I there alone to die. But luckily, both Ginny and Hermione found us. It took Ron weeks to fully recover, but after just a few days, I knew that I was ready to kill you. So we've spent the past month searching for you. And now here we are."
Voldemort just laughed. "Are you trying to make me feel guilty for you? Because, let's face it, Potter, I don't feel guilty for you. I don't feel anything for you except for pure hate. So now, I ask you one simple question. Any last words?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah, Tom, I do have some last words," then at the top of his voice he shouted, "Avada Kedavra."
A jet of green light hit Voldemort. Ever so slowly, Voldemort fell to the ground. Harry heard Voldemort scream briefly. But that was the last thing he could remember, Voldemort falling to the ground and screaming.
End of Flashback
One thought ran through Harry's mind after remembering the Final Battle. "Did I really kill Lord Voldemort?"
It seemed to Harry like he did kill Lord Voldemort. Harry smiled. He had finally fulfilled the Prophecy.
Harry got up and searched for a door or some way out. But then, Harry remembered something. Hey, why am I looking for a door when I can just apparate
Harry tried to apparate, but couldn't. Harry just thought maybe I'm doing it wrong. He tried again and again. Finally after the fourth try, he gave up and started looking for a door.
As he was searching for the door, he wondered why he couldn't apparate. It also occurred to Harry that his wand wasn't with him. He knew something was very wrong and he needed to get out and get some help.
Finally, Harry found a door and pushed it open, revealing bright sunlight.
Harry put his hand over his eyes. The brightness of the sun was so blinding. After a few seconds, he took his hand off his eyes, to look around and see where he was. He gasped. He knew that he was not in Great Britain.
Everywhere, there were women and children walking around. That wasn't the strange part to Harry. The strange part was they were barely wearing any clothing. In fact, a few of the women were completely topless. He could tell he was in the middle of a town. Harry started walking around. He seemed to be in the middle of an outdoor market. There were several booths selling different things. Some were selling fruit. Some were selling vegetables. And some others were selling rugs.
After a minute, he was pretty sure he was in a muggle town. Harry didn't think that most witches and wizards would be selling fruit, vegetables, and rugs in an outdoor market. Finally, Harry decided to ask somebody where he was.
He walked up to a timid looking woman who was carrying her daughter in her arms and asked her where he was.
Her response seemed to be in French. Harry didn't know much French. He hoped that he would find somebody who spoke the same language as he did. Then as he thought of languages, he began to wonder if he still spoke Parseltongue.
Surprisingly, he discovered that he could still speak it. So, I must still have some wizarding powers, thought Harry. Then another thought ran through him. He could do magic without a wand.
So he tried to do a magic through thought. The first thing he thought he would try was Winguardium Leviosa. He decided to try it on a nearby apple.
Slowly, the apple started to levitate. Harry smiled. If he only thought hard enough, he would be able to get home. He thought of some spells that might help him get home.
Harry snapped his fingers. "Got it."
Harry concentrated really hard. And then his mind he said, "Accio broomstick." For a moment, Harry thought it didn't work. But then a broomstick came flying at him. He recognized it as his own. He smiled.
Once again, he had to do some more magic in order to get home. "Accio invisibility cloak." he thought. A few more seconds later, his father's invisibility cloak appeared.
There was just one more thing he needed. In his mind Harry said, "Accio wand." The wand appeared the quickest. But Harry didn't worry about where the wand came from. All he knew was that now he could go back home.
Harry looked around and noticed that all of the villagers looked at Harry as if he was Satan himself.
"Oh yeah I'll have to fix that." said Harry.
One by one, he performed a memory charm on all the villagers that Harry could find that saw him using magic.
After that was done, he put his invisibility cloak on. After he put on his invisibility cloak, he hopped onto his broom and took off. After several hours of flying, he figured he must have been in Africa. Why was he in Africa? When he was fighting Voldemort, they were in Romania. How did he get to Africa? There were so many questions floating in Harry's mind. He hoped they would all be answered when he arrived at The Burrow.