Chapter 1 : Introduction and Prologue
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Harry is finally about to take over as head of the Auror Office but is growing a little tired of Kingley’s interference. A personal invitation gives him an excuse to escape for a while and presents an opportunity to reopen a cold case. In Nevada, Harry is surprised to meet an old friend living under a new identity (Part 2 of The Traveller Trilogy)
Introduction to Part Two
AN: It is not at all necessary to have read Part One (The Legend) before reading this second part, since the story lines are almost entirely independent.
Part One is here http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com/viewstory.php?psid=327640
The narrative of this story slightly overlaps the events in Part One. This second part is basically Harry’s journey.
Harry here is about to be finally appointed as Head of the Auror Office but feels compelled to accept an invitation to help that will take him abroad to Nevada in the United States where a wizard has been arrested and is in custody. Invited by Muggles, he must endure Muggle air transport to get there.
Harry is older and wiser, and has enjoyed a very successful career thus far as an Auror. Indeed, his field partnership with Ron marked one of the most effective spells in the history of the Auror Office.
He does not regret pursuing advancement, but he does dislike how this has distanced him from some of those that he once regarded more senior to himself.
Harry appreciates that Ron remains fiercely loyal to him, despite his own recent disappointments. Harry is quietly determined to help Ron once he can get past the politics of his own promotion.
Kingsley has always been very protective of the Auror Office and Harry understands that he wouldn’t allow just anyone to take over. Harry has already agreed to several compromises and still trusts Kingsley.
He is, however, looking forward to making his escape ...
This part is complete and about 43000 words long over 16 Chapters. The final part is in progress.
Part Two - Prologue
South coast, England, several years ago ...
Greene allowed himself a small smile as he waited in the evening shadows. He was certainly due a change of luck.
Was it luck?
He mentally shrugged to himself, as he decided to wait a little longer.
It wasn’t that lucky to discover, after such a long and inconvenient journey down to the coast, that he’d been found again so quickly.
Still, me mused, it was lucky that an old friend had tipped him off. He’d have plenty of time to get away this time.
Yes, it was time to be lucky.
If Greene had an ideal comfort zone, it would be down here on the East coast where he’d grown up. That was why he’d headed here, after all.
The sound of a slow diesel tractor passing caused him to shrink further back between the clump of trees he was standing in, but he was quite concealed.
Greene listened and mentally followed the tractor in case it stopped. It was unlikely, since the rear gate was always padlocked shut at dusk, but discovery that he’d broken the lock might raise an alarm.
The tractor passed by without incident, but then he heard chattering as a small group of holidaymakers crossed the road.
Greene listened intently. They should pass through the pedestrian gap policed by a couple of bent steel bollards beside the gate, but if one of them decided to climb the gate, his handiwork might be discovered.
Minutes passed and gradually the lights from inside the nearby caravans went out as families locked up and went off in seek of their evening entertainment.
Greene stayed where he was until the lights in the farthest caravan against the hedgerow went out. This was followed by noises of the young family whose car he intended to steal headed for the entertainment complex on the other side of the camp.
Greene satisfied himself that they had gone and then gave the family no further thought.
In his mind, he was already planning his trip North. He had friends in Liverpool who would help him, but this time he would give no notice of his arrival.
Greene wondered who could have given him away. Only a couple of people had known, but then again perhaps someone had remembered his local connections and taken a chance.
He was about to step out when he heard raised voices. Someone was coming back to his or her caravan, hurrying along a complaining child. It sounded like one of the children had forgotten something.
Greene was content to wait for quiet to return.
He finally stepped out into the path on the far side of the trees and walked the long way round to another gate. It was a common mistake to try and sneak into the camp, but Greene knew he was far less likely to be noticed if walked confidently and in plain sight.
As he rounded the large wheeled bin enclosure, he remembered that he used to have a fake official looking badge that gave the impression that he worked there.
That badge was long gone, of course.
It had been years since he had stolen a car from around here and he was almost sure he’d only ever broken into caravans in this particular camp.
Greene did remember breaking the padlock on the rear gate before, but that was only so that someone else could get away quietly in another stolen car.
Presently he found himself approaching the last caravan.
He was inside the car and working the ignition lock before he remembered he was going to time himself.
Greene knew he had limitations, but thieving cars was something he did well and took some pride in. He never broke windows nor scratched the paintwork and the ignition lock had been removed with no damage at all to the dashboard.
The car started and Greene carefully disengaged the hand brake, slowly rolling the car the car from between the caravans.
Greene followed the long winding access road until he arrived at the rear gate. He very slowly pushed the gate and it opened with a metallic ping sound, swinging wide as the temporary wedge he’d fitted fell away.
He eased out into the narrow country road and drove slowly up towards the main road.
Greene realised he would be passing the entrance to his old council estate at one point, and actually considered turning in to see the state of his old home.
Greene laughed at the notion and turned the radio on, but heard nothing but crackling.
The road weaved left and right before narrowing further.
He then found himself passing more caravans and frowned slightly, not remembering them.
Greene was then distracted by a man standing in the middle of the road.
Whoever this man was, he did not look pleased.
Greene flashed the headlights and made to steer around him when he realised that car was coming to a halt and the steering wheel refused to be turned.
The engine stopped and the man immediately stepped around to the driver’s door.
“Bugger,” muttered Greene as he recognised the man from earlier. He did not look at all happy.
Greene threw the door open and ran, but found himself falling onto the grass.
“My legs!” cried the youth, looking up in panic as the man pocketed something.
Years later ....
Harry woke slowly, only gradually coming to realise that the unfamiliar ringing filling his head was the telephone.
He turned over and reached for the handset, but the ringing stopped before his hand touched the phone.
Instead he groped for his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
For the briefest of moments he wondered why he had dreamt of a minor incident from a family holiday some years before.
Harry sat up, finding himself half-dressed and laying on top of the bed covers. At least he had thought to hang up his suit trousers and jacket or it would have been as crumpled as he now felt.
He staggered over to the large window curtains at one end of the narrow room and opened them, only to find that there was no actual window behind them. Rather than think too long about this conundrum, he pulled the curtains closed again.
Harry suddenly wondered what the time was and stepped back to pick his watch up from the bedside cabinet. It was three minutes to nine, so what time would it be at home?
He ducked down and traced the cable back to the wall. He pulled the telephone cord from the wall socket which was situated awkwardly between the bed and the cabinet.
A moment later the phone rang again.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Hi,” he replied with a smile, sitting back down on the bed. “It’s good to hear your voice.”
“Forgot to pull the cable out, did you?” teased Ginny. “I called earlier but there was no answer.”
“Sorry,” he replied, closing his eyes and laying back onto the mattress. “I was pretty much out of it when I finally got here.”
“What was the delay?”
“My flight was diverted back to the coast. I’m still not entirely sure why. The pilot said there were storms but there was also some sort of security problem that affected all the airports.”
“You should have Disapparated off the plane!”
Harry laughed and said, “They fly a bit too high for that! Besides, that would just have confused them more. From the news coverage I watched yesterday, the airlines were confused enough as it was.”
“This feels like a very strange way to talk. I wish we had a Floo connection.”
“I don’t think they have fireplaces here. Well, at least in this hotel.”
“Hang on,” said Ginny. “Did you say you went back to the coast?”
“Yep,” he answered with a yawn.
“You took that potion, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” he admitted a little guiltily. Ginny had repeatedly warned him against taking the jet lag remedy on such a long journey, despite Ron’s insistence that it would work.
“Oh, Harry. That potion only works travelling east to west. If you travelled west to east too quickly, you’d have felt double the counter effects.”
“Tell me about it,” he replied dryly. “Still, I think it helped on the Atlantic flight.”
“Get lots of rest,” she ordered.
“Sure,” he agreed, knowing his taxi would be arriving very shortly. “Listen, the Embassy was supposed to call be this morning and I think I’ve already missed one call. I should go.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied, sounding disappointed. “You’re to call me soon, though. I want to find out how much I won!”
Harry snorted and promised her she wouldn’t win.
Ginny groaned and said, “We’ve only got half a minute left on this connection. How long is the place from where you are?”
“About three hours, or so. Maybe four.”
“No. We’re going by car. There is an airstrip quite close to the town, but I think this way must be cheaper.”
“Well, you’ll get more time to enjoy the scenery! Oh, we’re about to get cut off! Don’t forget to call!”
“I’ll call as soon as I get there,” he promised with a smile. “Love you.”
“Love you,” she replied. “Don’t forget the times you can call, or you won’t get through.”
“I’ll remember,” he promised.
There was a harsh click and then the receiver went dead.
“I’ve been half expecting Kingsley to announce that he’s making himself Head Auror, after all.”
The Embassy official calls and Harry decides to make his way alone. On the long trip across the desert, Harry recalls the events at the London Ministry before he left.
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