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A/N: Gettin' into the thick of things now folks!

The Harry Potter Chronicles

Chapter II

A Long Time Ago…

--Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so—

--Douglas Adams—

(Roughly translated and edited into modern English)

I look around; with the usual sense of boredom I always get these days. Our clan is one of the more advanced tribes, we can create fire and take metals from the earth (I discovered both), and this allowed us to trade with the other clans and tribes, for things like food and animal skins in exchange for these skills.

I stand up, and walk outside my small tent, made from sewn together animal skins and sticks. Alas, Nature must smile upon us this day, as the sun is shining, and I spy a group of hunters carrying a dead boar between them- enough to feed our small tribe.

A few people nod or bow to me as I wander past. One of the things I've never understood is why those around me look so different to me. They're covered in hair and hunch over slightly, but I only grow hair in a few places, and I walk with my back straight. Not sure why.

No one knows where I came from. A stray hunter making his way home supposedly found me in the hunting grounds, and even the Elders don't know more than that. I can't ask them if they knew otherwise, because they're all dead.

That brings up another difference between the others and me: Age. I've outlived at least three generations, and I don't think its gonna stop anytime soon. Some of the younglings have even taken to calling me the "Old One", and the thing is I don't even look old. In fact, I look younger than some of the current Elders!

I sigh as I walk past the outlying huts, and into the hunting grounds, deciding to continue my musing in the privacy of the grounds. Although it's generally unwise to enter the grounds alone, it doesn't really make all that much difference to me. None of the predators that call this place home can keep me down for long, as I just heal a few hours later, and walk away, completely unscratched. Just another fact of my life

I smile as I found what I call my 'Thinking spot'- a decent sized tree with lots of shade, and a little pool of water a few feet away. Just perfect for when I fall into one of these question-my-life-for-no-reason moods.

I sit down at the base of the tree, and lean against the trunk, thinking about who I was, what made me who I am.

After the hunter found me in the grounds, the clan's Shaman raised me to follow in his footsteps, teaching me the ways of nature, how to create balms, and how to call upon the spirits of old (I'm not sure that one works though). When he died I took his place, doing the duties of the Shaman, before I got bored and passed on torch to the next one.

After that, I started to take in the world around me, watching the others live and grow old, before eventually dying. I noticed that those who inbred had shorter lives, and those that didn't had longer ones. I discovered how to create fire, and how to heat up rocks to release metals that could be shaped into weapons and tools.

During this time, I also noticed that if I were angry or afraid or just really emotional, things would happen. Things exploding, floating, animals following my will, it actually rained once when I was really angry. I wonder why it's all happening to me?

Lazily, I watch the sunset. I wonder what I should do now? I mean, its not like the tribe needs me anymore, they can fend for themselves. I quite like the idea of wandering the land, learning about the other tribes, and teach them things like how to count.

I nod to myself that was what I'd do. Standing up, I begin to make my way back to my clan and announce my decision.

A few days later….

I stuff the last of my food into the hide pouch, and pull the flap over. I'm leaving the clan today. I'm excited, but also sad at leaving. I mean, I was raised here. Friends had come and gone, but the place you grew up in just doesn't change.

I sigh and push those thoughts to the back of my mind, I can't get cold feet now, I wanted to do this, and I would.

With a determined air, I marched outside, my pouch full of food and a water skin. Others gather to watch, as I become one of the first people to willingly leave the tribe. Sure, others had been banished to wander the wastes forever, but none had went willingly.

The tribe's Elder nods to me as I pass, and I nod back. I reach the edge of the clan's land, and pause. I turn to at the tribe one last time, before smiling. I turn and leave the tribe, walking in the direction of the sun.

For years I wandered the land learning from the other tribes and teaching them in return. Some tribes were like the one I was raised with, others consumed by lust and savagery. I continued to learn, even as the weeks turned to months and the months into years.

I continued to discover new things too, like how to make clay pots for storing things, and how to make the metals from the earth tougher, and how to used fire to give it form.

Also, I found that I could control nature, to a degree, if I was emotional enough. I found that I could tame animals with a thought, freeze water, and move things by thinking. I'm still no closer to figuring out how I do these things, though.

My journey wasn't all good though, once I had been swallowed by a whale, and another time I had been tied to a cliff by jealous tribesmen., where animals would feast on my flesh. But, my healing pulled through again and I survived.

The land is changing, I feel it. It's getting colder, animals are starting to disappear, I wonder why.

Oh well, Onward I fare!

A/N: Ice Age next, gonna get Atlantis in there as well, hopefully. If you've got ideas for history that Harry could get involved in then leave a review. Cheers!