As Strong As We Are United

Chapter One

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Chapter One

By shadowphoenix55

Harry Potter had been on the run from fame for around a decade. After the Battle of Hogwarts, he had tried to fit back in, but every time he walked out of his home, people flocked to him like sheep. There was no hiding from it while he was in Britain, so he packed up his bags. He didn't say goodbye to the Wizarding World - he was tired of them, honestly - and he didn't say goodbye to Ron or Ginny or any of those friends. He knew that they would overreact, try to keep him from going. And Harry knew he had to go. The one person Harry told he was leaving was Hermione. He needed someone to break the news when he was gone, and she was the least likely to rant about it to him. She knew that he was suffering from his fame - unlike Ron and Ginny, who soaked it up and wanted more. So, when he told her, Hermione kept it together for him - only telling him that she would break the news and requesting he send her letters. Harry agreed. Harry was reaching for the floo powder when Hermione crushed him in a hug.

"Sorry." She said, "I can't let you go without a hug."

Harry nodded. He didn't mind.

One minute later, Harry was gone.

Harry had never looked back. He traveled the world, something he'd always wanted to do. He still stayed in hiding, however - there were people everywhere who new him, and if the news got out... Harry would have to leave. Harry cast a glamor over himself so he was just a bit different- no scar, and his eyes were blue instead of green.

Anyways, Harry loved every place he traveled to, including Africa, France (which was a little too close to Britain for his liking), and China, but his favorite place was the states. He didn't know why, but something about their technological advancements, democracy, and magic drew him in. The last thing was a bit odd. There was magic concentrated in places all over the world, including by the Effel tower, the Leaning Tower of Pizza, and Big Ben, but there were a lot more magic concentrations in the states. The Grand Canyon, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire State Building were just a few of them.

Anyways, Harry's liking of the states was why he decided to settle there. After a decade, traveling was getting too much of the same. Plus, it was tiring, moving around all of the time. Harry wanted some place that he could call home. Hogwarts used to be that place, but after the battle of Hogwarts... there were too many bad memories, too many deaths there for it to be comforting.

Harry chose a relatively small place in New York. Even with all of his money, he had never developed a taste for extravagant things. He did leave enough room, however, for a small restaurant on the first floor of the house. When he stopped cooking for people he hated, Harry realized how much he enjoyed cooking. It was a pleasure to be able to see other people's faces light up because of his food.

Harry decided that the restaurant would double as a study area for students. He personally knew how awful it was to study in a library - it was too comfortable, too strict, and too without food. Harry figured it would make his restaurant look a bit dorky to adults (Harry didn't classify himself as one), but he honestly didn't care. He wanted to help, no matter what the cost.

Harry figured that was what made him Gryffindor.

Harry pondered names for awhile, before deciding on a name that spoke of his past - both of them.

Harry stood outside of his new restaurant, grinning up at the sign.

Now open for business:

The Traveller's Inn