Chapter 2 - "You are not prepared."

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

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'How did Pebble even talk me into this?' Harry wondered to himself as he stared at all of the items laid out before him. It was everything, and then some, that Pebble, his account manager, and Hermione (with a few items from Luna-were those spectrespecs?) thought he would need on his next gre-.

Nope. He was not going to die. He can't die, remember?

At least that's what Harry was telling himself as he prepared to go Touch the Cursed Computer.

Once Pebble had his agreement, the Unspeakable had presented him with a typed list of all the things he should do before going ahead with ... it.

The first thing on the list had been updating his will.

When he informed his account manager WHY, exactly, he was doing that, the goblin became startlingly helpful, suggesting to Harry a cache of weapons that were apparently in the main family vault.

It was scary and disturbing. Did the goblin want him to die?

(No the goblin didn't, but if Harry knew the real answer, he'd probably be more scared.)

Updating his will required him to have a talk with Teddy, Hermione, and Ron. That wasn't fun at all. Teddy got all quiet and sad, turning his perfected puppy dog eyes on him, while Hermione just raged while crying.

It was mostly the fact that he could die, or disappear forever, that they didn't like the most.

Which made sense, Harry couldn't begrudge them that. He did, however, had a grudge when Hermione started smacking him over the head with a pillow.

After she had finished raging at him, Hermione settled down to help him as much as possible. The first thing she did was charm a few bags like her beaded purse from years ago during their hunt for the Horcruxes. These ones were much nicer though because they could attach to a belt.

They made him feel vaguely like Batman.

He also had a backpack, sturdy thing in brown that Hermione had charmed out to the nines. Harry was pretty sure it could survive a muggle bomb. If anything else, IT would come back from the Other World he was going to.

Slowly, Harry began packing everything together.

He had several sets of clothes that were outfitted together in cloth, and leather-this had been another suggestion from his account manager which was strangely supportive, even though some of the pieces the goblin had suggested looked really weird.

Most everything was stored into the backpack, which was expanded so large Harry was worried he might tip inside of it and get lost, except for his belt bags which went, obviously, on his belt.

Potions, Clothes, Books, Money, Weapons, the random stuff from Luna—was that a necklace?-… Everything was packed and ready to go.

The last item left was a thin sword in a shiny, blue metal. It had been in his family vaults... He could fit it onto his belt too, hanging from a hip, but ...Unsure, Harry just stuffed it into the backpack too and looked around his house.

It was with a heavy sigh that he disapparated to the Ministry, feeling that may be the last time he saw his house. Pebble met him in the atrium, as per usual.

"Mr Potter," the Unspeakable greeted, a smile just showing within the hood of their robes. "Is everything in order?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded, shrugging the shoulder that held his bag. Pebble turned led the way down to the Department of Mysteries.

"Any troubles?" Pebble's voice rarely rose above a monotone, but for some reason, Harry thought he could hear the amusement in their voice right now. As if Pebble knew something he didn't...

"Hermione hit me with a pillow," Harry replied, thoughtful for more than one reason.

Pebble just hummed in response, but Harry definitely felt that the Unspeakable was laughing at him. Asshole. It may be a pillow, but it still hurt.

They were silent the rest of the way down to the Department. Once they reached it, Pebble held out their hand expectantly, but Harry stared in confusion.

With a put upon sigh, Pebble explained. "May I look over the items you plan to bring? We want to check to make sure that you brought everything, and verify the spells and enchantments."

"Oh-oh. That ... makes sense." Harry passed over his bag and then took the pouches off of his belt and set them on the table that stood between them.

There are several long minutes where Pebble went through all the little bits of his stuff, adding some more charms to them-and really, wasn't this overkill? Harry had no faith that this thing would work and kind of expected that he would just disappear after he touched that Cursed Thing, but… Well, maybe he wasn't the only one. His account manager may think the same thing, maybe.

Eventually, his items were returned to him. He went through the motions of putting everything back on. When he was finished, Pebble held a bracelet out to him.

"This is linked to our monitoring crystals," the Unspeakable explained. Harry pulled the bracelet on and once that was done, Pebble tapped the bracelet with their wand twice and then Harry on the head once. "And now they're linked to you."

Harry shuddered at the feel of the magic going over him but shook it off like a dog would water. "All right," he nodded, again, as agreeable as he can.

"Are you ready, Mr Potter?" Pebble led him to the room they set up with the computer. The screen was glowing an eerie green and Harry really hoped those monsters on there wouldn't actually be in this other world... this... Azeroth.

"As ready as I'm ever going to be," was Harry's reluctant reply. Pebble nodded this time, their hood showing the movement, and then the Unspeakable left the room.

Pebble's flat voice came into the room he was in saying, "Whenever you're ready, Mr Potter."

Harry turned to the computer and gathered his courage. He had faced down Voldemort. He had walked to his death. This was just a little dimension hopping, right? No big deal... right?

He took two steps forward and dropped his hand on the monitor. The world swirled around him and then he was gone.

'This is definitely magical travel,' Harry felt as he hurtled through dimensions. He was tossed and turned, thrown about like a ragdoll. For all that he was older now, he still never figured out how to travel well magically.

When he landed, because he did eventually land, it was face first in the dirt.

Harry sputtered, rubbing a hand over his mouth—which he got dirt in, of course, gosh, how embarrassing.

The sounds around him were disconcerting… It sounded like… fighting…

Harry lifted his head and the sight that greeted him caused him to scream.

Like a little girl.

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AN: Yaay, Azeroth! (I'm sorry this is such a tiny chapter, I don't know what's wrong with me lol).