Chapter 2
Harry, as the child was called, finally had the first bit of seemingly good luck since before he was even a year old. He had found an old, boarded up warehouse. He circled around the building trying to find a way to enter. He wanted shelter, the shocks of the night had taken their toll on him and as the adrenalin faded away he could barely walk. He spotted a small hole in the defenses of the building, one plank was loose. He peeled back the plank leaving enough space for him to squirm through, pulling his rucksack through the shattered window after him. No wind, no rain, to him it might as well have been heaven. It was pitch black, and Harry, being too tired to explore laid down his jacket, put his head on top of it, and promptly passed out.
As the morning came around, beams of light streamed through the cracks in the wood, slowly rousing Harry to wakefulness. As the grogginess of first waking up started to wear off, he started to remember the events of the previous night. His eyes hardened. The events of the previous night played in an endless loop through his head. He wished that he could forget everything that had happened the night before, wished that it was all just a bad dream. Sadly for him, this was one wish that his magic could not fulfill.
As he finally calmed back down, he was able to focus on his surroundings. The abandoned warehouse was filled. Thousands upon thousands of crates were sprouting from the floor and grew all the way to the ceiling, blocking his view of most of the warehouse.
As he was stumbling to his feet, his hunger made itself known. His stomach was shouting obscenities at him for neglecting it for so long. He clamored over to his rucksack and fumbled with the zipper, finally prying it open. Within it he found a meager amount of crackers. "At least", he thought, "the crackers are better than nothing." He quickly devoured the last of his food supplies, licking the leftover salt off his fingers, before standing up.
He walked over to the fortress of crates, and found a slight hole. As he glanced through the hole he could not quiet his exclamation of shock. He gasped as he saw tens of people working on a ship, not a boat, but a real space ship. Maybe the warehouse was not as abandoned as he thought.