Chapter 2: The Important Things

With a subtle ache in his side, Harry considered the raw hide that he still had covering his body. After only a moment's pause, he took the available skins and laid them upon the dirty ex-station floor and concentrated on a spell he learned for the original sole purpose of counteracting in-combat. As his magic left his body, Harry's wandless spell slowly aged and tanned the skins he had collected from his first kill in the new area he found himself in, leaving behind some odd, eerie leathers.

They reminded him of a cross between human and dragon leather.

He could immediately tell that anything he made from the leathers of the hunter would not be comfortable, but at the same time, it would be something. Besides, Harry having always been the superstitious sort after his twentieth near-death experience, took the whole 'first kill's spoils' to heart. Since he was in an unfamiliar area, he considered the Hunter to be his first kill in the area so he believed that the leathers would be overall better than any other in any aspect because of it, unless he he incorporated the two together or the other was a purposely enchanted item.

Without further ado, Harry had quickly strained the limits of his wandless transfiguration as he wove the new material into a facsimile of clothing for him. He easily used the bones of the fallen beasts to fashion buttons for a taut vest, an overcoat, and trousers. He carefully measured the material over himself before cutting it to specifications, and from that he had the skeleton of a leather vest, a leather overcoat, and very uncomfortable trousers that rubbed against his bits in the wrong way. He took the heartstrings from the Hunter and its comrades much the same way a dragon poacher would take heartstrings form dragons in order to make string to magically bind the polished bone buttons to his clothing.

After deeming the ensemble complete, Harry had donned it without delay. From there, Harry made his way to where he hoped would be the surface of the planet. He hoped he could come up with a way home sooner rather than later, then he could come back to explore properly. Preferably with an elite unit or two; going off of the first fauna he had seen thus far, that was a necessity.

Harry had managed four steps before he was hit with a wave not too dissimilar to crashing from an adrenaline high multiplied by a factor of four. With a stagger to his every step, his lips letting a sigh through; he had substituted more skill for power than he was comfortable with.

With a prominent effort, Harry ignored the early signs of magical exhaustion, and finally emerged from the underground to a sight he was certainly not expecting.

In a way, the world he stepped into was a dark, inept necromancer's wet dream. All around where Harry stood, like a gawping firstie at the first sight of Hogwarts, was a veritable sea of bastardized versions of infiri. When he finally came out of his staring match with the blind, he was slightly ashamed for how long it took him to recover. Thankfully, he also noted that all of the shambling beasties didn't seem to show the slightest interest in him.

Being one for only glancing a gift horse in the mouth, Harry only took a cursory precaution before trusting that the shambling masses wouldn't notice him, even if he was up close and personal with one of them. After shrugging his odd fortune off, Harry walked off in search of some base essential items for his unplanned visit to hell.

First thing was first, he needed to find some undergarments since letting the leather rub up against him could not continue. With applying his inner Ginny, Harry set off to find some clothing shops. He found one on an obviously retail-oriented street with an obnoxiously large sign declaring both its brand and that it was having a seasonal firesale.

Harry was just happy that all the signs so far were in English.

Upon entering the building, Harry's attention was taken away from the displays around him to a single collective of items on the front desk that normally would be overlooked. It was a simple holder of gift cards and coverings for them, displayed for customer perusal, and for what Harry had in mind was perfect.

Harry singled one of the card coverings out randomly, and using a well-known colour-changing charm that Hogwarts students learn, Harry whitened out the paper. He took his left hand, cupped it, and placed it directly left of the paper. With his right index finger, he magically sliced open his hand, then proceeded to use that same finger as a quill and his blood as ink. He crudely fingerpainted onto the small piece of paper a variety of low-level runes: identification, interpretation, legilimens probing, information processing, self-camoflauge, and finally a cluster or two of small linguistics runes.

It took him three attempts to get them all correct since the entire process had to be completed in a finite amount of time.

When Harry had the finished item, he looked it over for any imperfections, and when he deemed it acceptable he spelled his unspeakable credentials to stick to his makeshift uniform. Giving a self-satisfied nod at his accomplishment, Harry continued on to look for some more comfortable undergarments. He found them in a pack of three, wrapped in plastic against outside influence, buried inside the crowded store.

He had had to shuffle past the hobbling monstrous populace in order to get to the men's section to begin with, and further still to find a changing room to use the fruit of his efforts. Once firmly inside the fragile room, Harry ripped open the plastic guarding, and giving a wrinkled nose look at the boxer-briefs, had used a simple scourgify on them in order for him to have a semblance of comfort in wearing them. He would have much preferred to wash them properly before they went anywhere near his bits, but as it was, he didn't have that option. Giving a self-deprecating look at his current outfit, he thought he really didn't have many options at all.

After changing, Harry gave an experimental wiggle of his hips, and counted his mission of comfort a success.

As Harry exited the department store, gently nudging the masses away from his path as he walked, Harry pondered his next move. Well, it didn't take long for him to do so, as he caught sight of an obvious jeweler's not far off. His decision made, Harry calmly made his way there, intent on finding some semi-processed and precious materials.

He decided not to ponder on his fortune of not running into any more of the hunters thus far, as he was a known practitioner of counting his (mis)fortune only to have it change for the worse. Thus, he ignored the fact that he was able to waltz through crowds of mutilated infiri, was not being pursued by swarms of hunters, or anything else the land decided to humour fate with.

Especially the fact that the jewelry he had just entered appeared to still be fully stocked.

Like a metaphorical kid in a candy shop with a stolen credit card, Harry magiced the items he needed out of their 'secure' places and into his possession. Not that they'd stay in the same configuration, of course, since he planned on appropriating the precious metals in the jewelry for other things. Having dubbed everything he had gathered sufficient thus far, Harry headed onward to a back door next to a conveniently placed stairway down to a presumed storage space.

The lights were on, so Harry needn't to fumble in the dark, but he still had to clear himself a place to rest. As it was, he was comfortable with simply sleeping on a cushioning charm on concrete.

That's exactly what he did, in a room with everything pushed up against the walls. And, despite it being a very irresponsible thing to do, he did it anyway, because he needed it.

A/N: So that's the second installment of DRP.

I've decided that the Grimoire will only display the full explanation of spells/enchants/etc that are new in the story, otherwise it'll only show the name.

The Grimoire:

Sniper's Hex

Bolt of Intent and Emotion

The Flaying Hex

The Tanner's Spell: This is a spell that Harry had originally only intended to use in order to counteract in-combat. He had to do this because the Department of Mysteries had decided that they really didn't like the fact that an up-and-coming Dark Lord was doing their very best to twist and suppress knowledge. One of their main spells was the tanning spell, whereupon if it were to be cast on a still-living being, it would cook the skin they wore. They used it like the Death Eaters of Harry's past used the Cruciatus, only that it could more reliably be used in combat.

First Kill's Spoils: This is a superstition more than magic, but it does have its basis in magic. It started by hunters having a tradition where a new hunter would always get to use their first kill all to themselves. This was coming from a time where tribal hunters shared absolutely everything they brought back with the tribe. They had found that, if their shamans blessed the material it would gain strange properties. That finding evolved overtime to gain the attention of magic, to the point where magic automatically enforced the material without need of a shaman's blessings, though that same automation only effectively worked if it was killed through magical means.

An Unspeakable's Identification: Since Unspeakables regard their identities with the utmost secrecy, normally that would mean an Unspeakable wouldn't have need for an identification card. That wasn't strictly true. It was true that the badge didn't link in any way to the wearer for them to verify identity, but it did have a blood connection to the wearer that was easily checked for credibility and very hard to forge or steal; they were made of blood for that reason. They also had other strange properties that allowed an unspeakable to blend into a scene, or take charge of a situation if they needed to. The runes the card was made of allowed for an unspeakable to gain the proper badge or identification of a proper, proportionate ranking in order to take charge of a situation that had gone wrong. This was to insure that in a situation where they were dealing with magic in a muggle setting, they were able to control the situation. It took what would have been a logistical nightmare, and turned it into a daydream.