A/N: So IDK if an international floo network exists in canon, but...hey, it's fanfiction! *weak air pump* Sorry for anything that seems amiss :)
Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World, the Boy-who-lived, was attempting to sip a cup of piping hot earl grey tea, hunched over a muggle fiction book - Around the World in 80 days by Jules Verne - and a plate of crispy butter cookies, all the while trying to ignore the hordes of reporters and fans crowding outside.
The war was finally over, and even though everyone (namely Hermione, Ron, Mrs Weasley and Ginny) expected him to do what they thought he wanted: marry Ginny, become an Auror, have hordes of red headed children, they never really gave thought about what he wanted now. Now, all Harry wanted was to have a little quiet time, do things he'd never have a chance to, read a good book or two, maybe even travel the world some day!
The teacup saucer wobbled, and he was snapped out of his reverie, the hollering of the reporters and fans getting just a little louder. He sighed and stretched like a cat. He'd just have to wait it out then. Setting his teacup, saucer, book and plate of biscuits on his coffee table, Harry curled up under a black-and-white checkered fleece quilt, snuggling into his soft, butter-yellow sofa. Warmed by the cosy flames of the fireplace, he was easily lulled into a deep sleep.
A few hours later, Harry was rudely awoken from his slumber by a series of loud taps against his window. He yawned loudly, reluctant to leave the warm fireplace. The taps only got louder and more incessant. Stifling a yawn, he walked to the window and opening it, revealing a disgruntled Errol who promptly flopped face-first into the carpet. Gently unhooking the letter from the owl's claws, he slowly eased it out, opening it up. It read:
Hello Harry,
Fred and George here, how are you doing? Mom told us to write to this letter asking you to come over to the Burrow for a dinner to celebrate its rebuilding, and Ginny is dying to see you again. What do you say, come over and have some drinks and a dinner Friday night?
Love,
Fred and George.
Harry frowned. Something was amiss, Fred and George usually signed off with "Hope you'll go prank someone" and usually referred to each other as Gred and Forge. No matter though, he would just show up, ask them about it and leave.
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The 80 Day Escape (DRARRY)
AdventureHarry can't stand everyone pushing him to do everything they want and needs a break. When the last straw strikes, Harry, inspired by Jules Verne's Around the World in 80 days, decides to flee the country to avoid marriage and go around the world to...
