Getting spit out of the makeshift apparition so abruptly isn't something he would recommend, he thinks while letting out a sound of pain as he lays prone on the ground in the new environment he finds himself.
He hopes this doesn't become a common accurace. Being sprawled on his back that is.
Oh he'll rue this thought later.
He can't help but gaze in wonder as his eyes take in the trees he sees towering above him with their might and size.
Now even magic doesn't have this, sure there's the few trees that are made to be gigantic for aesthetic purposes, but to see a whole forest of trees even larger than the ones from wizards he knew.
'It's marvelous.' The boy who prided in his gardening despite the taxing chore seeps out as he watches the mighty limbs sway with the wind, the sunlight that washes through the leaves creating an ethereal scene before him.
The sound of the bush tussling pulls him out of his musings, sharply pulling himself in a sitting position he winces as his sore back pulls, but as a beautiful, he's biased, male deer walks through the shrubs before him, he watches as the great Stag sweeps its gaze towards him. Watching as the stag takes in his form, before dismissing him as nothing to worry about then continues on with its way.
He absently finds it funny that his dad is metaphorically greeting him in this new world.
As the majestic creature fades into the forest, pushes himself onto his feet, shrugging his pain off with practiced ease, he inspects himself thoroughly before freezing as he pats his forearm, he is startled to feel not his Holly wand but instead the familiar nobby death stick that he swore he threw off the bridge at Hogwarts.
He quickly draws the wand out, feeling it thrum in his hand as he cradles it between his fingers. The magic pulsing from it is intense, he feels the presence of death in his hand, the thought is comforting not that he'd ever admit that.
Giving an experimental flick he watches as strange numbers appear beside the time as he casts the tempus charm, it states that he's in c.845 4:53 pm.
Definitely not in his old homeland anymore.
A rustling interrupts him before he can think on it any further. Hearing the sound of children whispering and arguing he gathers his magic, not wanting to be found out so soon, with such little knowledge on this world, and admittedly quite surprised to hear children so deep in the seemingly untouched forest.
He silently appariates, despite his avoidance of the way of travel he's quite proficient, if he's the one doing it. He appears on one of the lower branches, but still high enough to stay out of their sight should they look up. Just in time too seeing three preteens enter the same bush the deer previously passed through.
The tallest one with brunette hair is the one speaking, he subconsciously wishes to hear it more clearly, startled when his hearing increases to be able to listen to their speaking, as they seem to be talking in a hushed argument with the brunette stammering in his reply.
"Reiner, do you truly believe this is the best thing to do? Mar-"
"Marcel is dead, if we succeed with this we can avenge his death!" the tall blonde replies with a determination in his voice.
the only female standing off to the side radiating indifference, though the underlying tension in he can see twined in her arms says otherwise.
"But all these pe-"
"They aren't people, they're devils, we are doing justice by this or are you not a True Warrior?" The blonde interrupts the timid brunette before he can finish.
"Can we please just hurry this up? I don't want to be on this dreary island more than I need to" the silent blonde girl speaks, her voice devoid of any indication that she's frightened or second guessing the worth of this mission.
Harry wonders how he is able to distinguish the girl's feelings? Not as thorough as legilimency but the passive reading he gets is new, maybe it's the fact that she is thinking of not wanting to die? That he's able to read her emotions.
He hopes this doesn't get overwhelming.
"Alright, I'll do it, just I… I'm gonna be a monster!" The brunette shouts, making Harry realize he's drifted away from the conversation below.
"So, what? What's the difference between this island and all the other places?" The blonde girl states before stalking off clearly done with them.
The tall blonde Reiner gives the brunette a surprisingly gentle look.
"Bertolt, we have a chance to earn true respect with this. Think about it? Well be Hero's. What a bunch of devils anyway? if we succeed there will be no more suffering because of the Titans!" Reiner pauses for a second. "Zeke said that he had a plan. we can trust him" with that he follows after the blonde girl with a shout of "Annie" and the responding hiss of '' be quiet".
What a load of information that doesn't make any sense to him. Seeing an opportunity he subtly aimes his wand towards the one still standing below him, as Bertolt starts towards the two blondes he sends a tracking spell on him. Ducking behind the thick branch when Bertolt spins around as the spell latches on.
'Strange Muggles never notice spells on them' Harry is curious and thinks if forethought to spell the boy.
He debated following them before his hero complex kicked in, plus he's sure the way they're going is towards any sort of civilization it's what he tells himself at least.
Thinking that he almost spins in a circle as he reaches towards the undetectable expansion charm in his back pocket, seeing as his, well, new wand is with him. He hopes for the best and puts his worth in to his infamous Potter luck that his Broom will still be there along with his cloak.
As his fingers grasp the familiar fabric he almost smacks himself for not using it sooner. Pulling it out he holds it in front of him, that's when he notices the Gaunt Ring on his left middle finger, with the Resurrection stone sitting innocently on it.
'Master of death indeed' he thinks sardonically while draping the cloak over the branch as he reaches into the pocket again, explaining unnecessarily as he feels the precious broom he was able to salvage from its destruction.
Thankfully his dear friend Hermione is, was so amazing in spell crafting and combining with his overwhelming magic they were able to reconstruct the broom with the pieces of its remains using wand repair charms they were gifted to by Olivander after going to him for advice on magical object repairs of this caliber.
He hopes Hermione isn't grieving him too hard, she of all should know he'll be fine.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts he slips his cloak on while straddling his broom before taking off, never noticing how the cloak molds to him and transforms into a coat that won't be questioned in the era he's in.
The power is still active just as the master of death the cloak desires to be with their master at all times, being the first of the Hallows they feel it's their duty to guard their master's form by taking the shape of ordinary fabric.
Speeding and weaving through branches he grins a he breaks through the tree line he quints as his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, looking around he marvels at how high he had to go just to break the tree line.
His gasp is captured by the wind as he catches the sight of a much more grand scale version of the Great Wall from his home world.
He can't even see the edges of the walls and he is able to see for miles!
Movement along the open field makes his breath catch as his sight which instinctively enhances upon seeing a threat, these new abilities are seriously making his head hurt.
'Sirius' he can't help but laugh at the unintentional pun.
The grotesque creatures towering over the lands somehow seem so small despite their stature.
'Must be the trees' he can't help but think.
The weird giants, what he assumes are the titans, he's heard so much about are pink, and naked?
'Seriously?' though he honestly thinks it would be more strange would they have been clothed.
They seem to vary both in size and in proportions, almost like a child's sculpture of humans brought to life.
He can't help but feel a fondness for them.
Death can't help but feel amusement as they watch their charge.
Harry doesn't know it but as the counterpart to life's "master" or Ymir, and being the one for Death, whom will exist even after life, he has an instinctual feeling of them being their uncle for lack of a better term, and has a older brother some authority over her domain, not meaning he can change her will as death can't interfere with live as life can't interfere with death. without each other's permission.
Harry feels his heart leap in his throat as he thinks back to the children's worlds, "Marcel is dead" had one of those things killed one of their friends?
He knew he was getting into something violent but kids fighting monsters, no matter how amusing their proportions are. He's not ignorant to their danger; he's not survived by a dark lord to underestimate the seemingly mindless.
As he studies the titans he catches figures weaving through some of them as they try to ditch the giant hands grabbing for them as his mind registered that it was humans riding horses he doesn't even think before he's moving.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself even though he's invisible he wonders how he's gonna help the five people trying to escape the titans hands as he nears he hears the agonized screams as one of the titans nearest to one of the people gets grabbed, not knowing what else to do and knowing from the sound that the person is dead he focuses on saving those who are still alive, he aims his wand expertly while timing it just right as he cast a Herbivicus Charm causing roots to grow in the behemoth's path, making it stumble before falling, causing the others chasing the hopeless people to trip over the bigger one's body giving those still alive enough time to escape.
He watches as a soldier turns around before grabbing a-
"Did they Seriously run back to grab a dead man's Arm?" He asked no one but was too dumbfounded to realize he spoke out loud.
Just what the hell has he gotten himself into?
"Please tell me that he wasn't one of those nine titan guys? And they aren't going to eat the man's arm, that's like having someone's leftovers?"
Though now that he thinks of it the one who ate the poor sod would have been the one to turn as they devoured the man first.
He honestly is shocked that that was his first thought, though from the information from Death can he be blamed?
The tracking charm on the Brunette flickers in his mind's eye causes him to lift his gaze from the wandering titan to see if it would turn.
The orangish haze of the sky makes him realize how long he's been staring in befuddlement. Cursing himself he's hoping the children haven't been put in danger because his dissociation, from the anxiety and determination pulsating from the tracking and monitoring charm he placed indicates something is happening.
Just as he's about to speed towards the children
An intense pressure pulsates throughout the land before a blinding flash of lightning spears the ground leaving in its wake a Titan that makes time itself seem to stall and makes the walls he thought were so beautiful seem more like a fence to herd livestock.
His mind goes numb as the giant being lifts his leg before launching their foot into the wall, the resonating boom it creates is followed by the screams of terror he can hear even more detailed as the presences of death engulfes the lands?
"Are you sure these aren't your creations?" He can't help but ask Death who he knows could hear and respond should they have chosen too.
The monstrous being seems to vanish immediately after.
As he rushes towards the place that is in chaos he can't help but wonder if he's gonna be able to pull this one off.
'This isn't like Voldemort'
"This is so much worse"