Say Thank You to all your friend in the Wizarding World Harry, because your about to be in some deep sh*t
Harry leaves the Wizarding World with a single overfilled expanded bag linked to 3 separate - large - pocket dimensions, a singular smaller pocket dimension with multiple hidden functions, basically equivalent to an all-in-one, if the “all” was essentially all of his possession from his vaults, and the possessions, “all” the clothes to furniture, “all” the magical and muggle items that Hermione loaded on him before he left, as well as “all” the plants and animal related things packed and passed to him by Neville and Luna, silently and gratefully before he passed through the Veil. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was inside his bags, and was legitimately afraid to take inventory at this point. He tried, before, when he walked into his dimensional space, only to encounter piles of all sorts fabrics, enough to supply mansions worth of people for decades. Now he turns a blind eye to the absolute mounds of things he sees, thankful to all of the planning they did in advance instead of just letting him blindly stumble into the Veil. Bless Hermione and her overthinking and overpacking, bless magic for allowing him to carry all of these things in a singular bag, and bless magic again for all of the simple magics that allowed him to survive and live in this absolutely different world. But he did not want to step in there again for at least another year. Women were reliable, but scary, he decided.
Magic absolutely decided to mess with him by sending him to this dimension.
Really, they couldn’t have made his life easier by depositing him in a tranquil world where he would have lived his entire life as a quiet, self-sustaining hermit. No, Fate and Magic, yes - he absolutely capitalizes those, because they decide that it would be quite entertaining to deposit him in a world where his magic isn’t even accessible the way he was used to, and leaves him fumbling for everything, from the language to the culture and the fact that the world is ABSOLUTLY OKAY WITH PEOPLE WITH MAGICAL CORES JUST WALKING AROUND WAVING SWORDS AT MONSTERS! DON’T GET HIM STARTED ON THE MONSTERS! Inferni, or fierce corpses as known here, similar - but different, this world probably doesn’t have similar beasts that his previous knowledge is probably useless at this point. Once again – Bless Hermione! – for drilling all of the magic that led him to learn the language, while he flinched some clothes to blend in as he eavesdropped for information.
Getting around was harder as well. Villages were further apart, and the transportation in this world was not as technically advanced for anything other than horses, and plumbing and other creature comforts were not widespread. He silently mourned the hot showers that was within his reach every time he had to hauled a bucket of water to wipe down on days when he was too close to other people to pull out his wizard tent.
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But sufficiently clothed, and with his head wrapped under a rain repelling scarf, he stumbled to a larger village about two months into his life in the new world. Usually when he showed up to ask for a room, the general atmosphere of the establishment would drop, and thus he avoided walking into inns after the first few times he was silently rebuffed.
Making a loop around the perimeter of the outer edges of the village in order to find shelter to wait out the weather rather than trudge through the further growing trails of mud the roads were slowly turning into, Harry stumbled under the roof of a small shed for sheltering animals, determined to leave as soon as the rain abated, only to literally trip over a body.
Harry silently cursed his luck.
Of course, the first thing that happens after finally gathering the courage to enter a village would be him becoming the first to stumble on a dead-
Wait, the body was breathing.
Harry quickly scrambled up from his hands and knees, and watched from his position against the door frame as the body, no, from the looks of it, a young man, start awake and unclench from his fetal position on the floor, turn to Harry.