The Adventures of Harry Potter-Flamel

3.The Flamels

The Flamels

31st October 1984

Before Harry could understand what was happening, a strange sensation came over him and he started feeling nauseous. So he closed his eyes as the world started spinning around him. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in an entirely new place whatsoever.

The surroundings consisted of a large number of trees and a small manor in front of them which seemed to house people as it was in perfect condition.

Then it dawned upon him that he was alone in a new place heaven knows how much distance away from his home. However self-supportive or mature he was, he was still a child, only seven years old.

He wished that he was away from the Potters but never imagined that it would come true. He had to survive on his own in an unknown place without people he knew.

The bitter truth stung him. Tears flowed down his cheeks and he was sweating profusely. His usually flushed face was convulsing with fear. He ran from one side of the place to another in search of people but to no avail. His panic just increased.

Then suddenly on hearing the commotion outside, two people came out of the house to see what was happening. Both of them were old, very old. They were in simple wizard robes which seemed very old. They stared at him for a while, observing him.

Finally, the old man spoke, "Who might you be young man" with a French accent.

Apparently in the joy of seeing another human, Harry had completely forgotten that he was trespassing. "Umm...I'm Ha...Harry Potter" he squeaked out nervously.

"And what are you doing here" the 'old man' asked kindly.

"I don't know. I...I...was..." and then he told them the entire story starting from his home life to his wishes while the old couple listened to every piece of information carefully. (A/N: I know that this was a bit rushed for Harry to tell everything to a person he just met. But he is in an unknown place with these two being the only people he saw. So he saw no other option than trusting them.)

The 'old man' was discussing something with the 'old lady' who seemed to be his wife. He could hear them along the lines of "Accidental magic of this level" and "Apparition" and "At this age" and "Unprecedented".

Finally, Harry picked up the courage to speak and asked, "Not to be rude but wh...who are you!??And where am I?" in a polite tone.

"Not to worry, I am Nicholas Flamel and this is my wife Perenelle Flamel" and then he said the name of a place which Harry did not recognize.

"Wh...Which co..continent am I in?" asked Harry.

"Well it may be a bit difficult for us to tell you but you are" Nicholas took a deep breath before answering the question he was fearing, "in Magical America".

Harry fainted.

5 Hours Later

Harry woke up in a bed groggy-eyed. He picked up his spectacles from a table near the bed and wore them. Then he remembered what had happened when he fainted.

He remembered travelling from one continent to another in a bout of accidental magic. He looked outside that it was evening and almost five to six hours had passed.

Then he looked down at his stomach and heard that it growled. He saw a glass near the bedside, poured water in it and drank it. He was very thirsty and drank it in one attempt.

He looked out and saw that the castle was an imposing square edifice of golden rock and could be compared to a temple. It was an antique and gracious magical bavarian. It was intriguing but quite architecturally bizarre compared to the present time.