Harry Potter and the Immortal of Azkaban [Book 1]

A 500 Year Leap

Notes:

Hello, I'm back. I had written this chapter when I wrote chapter one but I needed to finish it. Seeing as I did finish it I decided to upload it because I know many people are excited to read the story.

I'm graduating from college in a few days so I will not be uploading any chapters for the next few days since I'm going to be spending time with my family and maybe go on a picnic.

Anyway, I'm glad everyone's enjoying the story so far and I hope you like this chapter as well. I'll be writing the next chapter while I'm indisposed for these past few days but I won't upload it cuz it takes a while to do that.

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The loud sounds of London traffic. Double Decker buses clogging up the road as well as black taxis picking up wayward Muggles. The endless foot traffic of moving humans from one spot to another. The signs of a bustling city. The clock struck 12 in the afternoon, to signal lunch for some people, but just meaning more bustling as more people had places to be. The roads became even more congested, and traffic was at a standstill, even though the noise was never stopped, especially the loud blaring noises of one taxi driver with a bit too much road rage.

The endless beep of the horn that was never let go of suddenly stopped. For the driver in the seat was flabbergasted, standing in front of his car was a man that was not there one second ago—a man in ragged clothes and dirty with grime and dirt. Probably foul-smelling as well. Not that the driver could smell anything sitting so comfortably in his car. The man seems aloof to where he was currently standing, looking at the taxi as if it was something magical. He stared at the cars around him and the noise ringing in his ears.

Not too, unlike the screams of the insane. From his previous entanglement. But the man seemed wise enough to stagger off the road onto the sidewalk. Many people made sure to avoid him, be it his foul smell, or his dirty attire, or his just weird nature in general, they all shied away from the lone man standing there on the sidewalk. One man, seemingly a random passerby, walked up to the man standing on the sidewalk, all alone tapping his shoulder with two quick taps.

The prisoner's head turned around quite quickly, not expecting to be touched. He stared at the man in front of him, who is dressed in robes that reach the ground, a deep burgundy color, reminding him of his past. The man had a small hat on his head with gray hairs poking out from the sides. He had a short blackish gray goatee that was slowly going more gray than black. He held kind eyes the color of a forest.

And he spoke, "Young man, I don't know what predicament you have found yourself in, but you must know there are proper apparition points, you cannot just fling yourself into the middle of the road, lest you die or even worse a muggle sees you. Please be careful about future endeavors. Also, I would recommend going shopping for some new clothes, you'd stick out in the muggle world and wizarding world, with what you have on."

Said the well-meaning wizard as he walked on by down the street, leaving a startled prisoner just standing on the street looking down at his clothes. The man was right, he did stick out like a sore thumb, just standing there in ragged clothing, the man sighed and started to walk to the last place he called home.

No, not the prison, but a small ram shackled home in the lower east side of London. Probably if not for the preservation charms that he placed on the house, it might've already deteriorated away. Yet when he walks up the street and stands in front of the property that would be his house, there is nothing there. Well, I shouldn't say nothing, his home isn't there for sure, but in its place lies a giant 12 story apartment building.

A fancy building not meant for someone of his state. He gets even dirtier looks while standing outside. The man is a bit perplexed, wondering how exactly his house just disappeared. Well, he does know that it's not there anymore, but he wonders what happened to all his stuff, considering there was some important stuff in there that he needed.

Begrudgingly he walked up to the front door and walked inside. While he was walking to the front desk, his feet sticking to the hardwood floor, leaving bits and pieces of sand trailing behind him, to the displeasure of every other person in the apartment complex. He walked up to the front desk, not touching it or leaning on it, which was noticed by the lady at the front desk much to her pleasure. One less thing she did not have to scrub clean.