A/N: I'm not sure where to go on any other stories, so I decided to make an original plot for a story. Hopefully it will turn out good. Please review.

If anyone has information that could help me make the setting more accurate please leave it in a review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A loud scream erupted from him as he slammed into the soft ground. It was cut off by the impact, which knocked the breath out of him.

His eyes were closed as he recovered, the frantic gasps for oxygen growing less frequent as the seconds moved on. Once he was fully recovered his eyes snapped open and took around his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was that wherever he was, it was extremely bright. The second was that he had fallen onto a beach and was a distinctly out of place sight in his black robes, which contrasted sharply with the white sand.

He grunted in pain as he pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing as pain shot through his side. Harry pulled up the robed and exposed the already bruising skin. A sigh emerged from him as he grabbed his wand – which hadn't been damaged in the fall, thankfully – and waved it over the injured area.

The pain was relieved as the magic took effect, and he watched in satisfaction as the purpled skin slowly shifted back to its true color. Harry repeated the action over any other areas that were pained, seeking to alleviate any possible weaknesses before he had to do anything else.

When he was finished, he began to assess his situation. His eyes narrowed as he tried to think how he had gotten here. It was curiously hard to remember what he had been doing for the past day, although he remembered flashes of green light and shouts.

He eventually grew frustrated and stood up to get more information on where he was. There wasn't much to see, really. Just pristine white beaches and rocky outcroppings.

As far as he could tell, there were no signs of civilization. Harry knew he wasn't particularly adept at survival – it was Hermione who had kept him alive when he had been hunting the horcruxes a few years ago – and he was feeling far too drained to attempt to apparate. Besides, anyone stupid enough to apparate somewhere when they had no idea where they were was just asking to get splinched.

After several hours of searching for food or civilization, Harry noticed that the sun was beginning to fall. Not knowing what kind of ridiculously dangerous magical creatures prowled this place at night, he set out to make himself a shelter.

He found a likely looking place, a high wall of rock somewhat hidden by a thin layer of trees, and aimed his wand at it. Focusing upon the incantations in his mind and absentmindedly stabbing his wand towards a section of the rock the man carved himself out a small shelter.

Once it had gone far enough back for him to be comfortable with and retreat further into if necessary, Harry conjured himself a sturdy, semi-comfortable bed. He finished altering the cave to his liking nearly an hour later and sealed the entrance just as the familiar shrill cries of griffins began to pierce through the warm night air from above, and the last remnants of light that reflected off of the moon cast the shadows of the griffins launching off of the cliffs above.

Harry paled as he realized how close he had made his shelter to griffin aeries. He had no doubt he could fight off one or two, but the notoriously territorial and fierce creatures almost always lived in large flocks. This new, unforeseen problem meant he would be forced to leave the area lest he be disemboweled.

But it did narrow down his locations. The only place griffins were actually native to was Greece, although many had adapted quite well to other areas around the Mediterranean. They particularly liked Egypt, if Harry remembered his classes like.

It certainly helped, at least. Since he doubted he was in Egypt, he assumed that he was in Greece or somewhere near it.

Of course that raised the question of why in Merlin's name he was in Greece.

Frustrated and exhausted, the wizard decided to go to sleep. Although the shrieks of the griffins kept him paranoid and awake, the tired wizard eventually fell into unconsciousness.

Harry didn't know how long it had been since he fell asleep, but he felt much better. His body was rested, and the last remnants of the pain from yesterday were gone. The only problem he faced was hunger, which was something he was sure he could fix relatively easily. All he needed to do was catch a fish, make it fit for eating, and multiply it. For now, however, he needed to get out of here while the griffins were sleeping the day away.

He cast a series of charms that would fulfill his normal morning routine before he set off. Instead of blindly searching around, he put a series of silencing and disillusionment charms, as well as odor eliminating charms to keep any other creatures from detecting him.

It was extremely noisy when he left his shelter, and he mentally cursed the birds that were constantly singing. He might be driven to paranoia by silence, but at least he would be able to hear what monstrous creature would be trying to devour the tasty flesh of the Boy-Who-Lived.

When he had made his way back to the beach and could no longer see the cliff, Harry began his attempts at catching food. The man aimed his wand towards the gentle waves soaking the shoreline and flicked it towards himself, focusing upon the image of a fish. To be honest, he had no idea what kind of fish would be around him. He just hoped his need for sustenance would make the spell powerful enough to get him some sort of food.

For several seconds nothing happened, and a groan of disappointment emerged from him. Then his eyes detected a small shape being torn out of the water.

Harry gave himself a mental pat on the back and prepared to catch the flailing form of the fish. As the small, wriggling creature flashed towards him, he raised a hand and easily caught it.

He looked down at the fish, trying to see if it had any dangerous, magical poison sacs or whatnot when he heard a rustling sound behind him. Surprised, he dropped his breakfast and spun towards the source of the disturbance. A thin trail of silvery sparks trailed behind his wand as he whipped it towards the noise, and a small of orb of magical energy focused on the tip.

Harry was relieved when he saw it was just a young woman. She was staring at the sparks with a mixture of awe and fear, giving the wizard a chance to take her in.

The woman was wearing a robe-like rectangular piece of clothing, which was obviously homespun, and had dark eyes and olive skin. If it were not for the clothing and being the only other human he had seen in this place, she would have been completely unremarkable.

But the fact was that she was the only other human he had seen so far, and he wouldn't mind returning to civilization. He momentarily stole a glance down at the fish, which was still flailing futilely on the sand. Harry grimaced as he thought of how badly it would end up tasting and resolved to get her to take him back to wherever she was from.

"Hello," Harry began in a friendly tone, "do you mind telling me where I can get food? Shelter that isn't just a hole in a rock would be nice as well."

He rolled his eyes when she blankly gazed at him, clearly not comprehending a single word he'd just said. Harry reviewed some of the charms he knew before choosing one of the more useful ones.

As the wand waved over him, he muttered a word in bastardized Latin. When he felt the magic fully take hold of him, he repeated his earlier statement.

Harry felt a well of satisfaction bubble up inside of him as he saw her instant comprehension. He felt another twinge of annoyance when he realized he hadn't applied the required secondary charm upon himself. Whatever she was saying was as illegible to him as English was to her.

He applied it with a quick jab of his wand, and he instantly began to understand the torrent of words that she was spouting out.

"…village is a bit that way, but I can take you there! We just need to stay out of the way of the griffins."

"Yes," he said wearily, "that would be nice."

The girl looked at him closely. She seemed to be somewhat confused by his clothing, although his wand seemed to attract most of her attention. Harry cut her examination off early.

"I will be more than happy to answer any questions you would like to ask once I get to your village. It's been a day or so since I've eaten."

She nodded. "Follow me then, we should be there soon."

Harry nodded thankfully as his stomach growled and followed her when she abruptly turned around and walked off.

He wasn't impressed when they walked into a small, shabby village. There didn't seem to be any semblance of modern technology or magic, and the inhabitants were dressed nearly identically to the woman that brought him here. They looked at him oddly, and seemed particularly interested in his long, flowing robes and pale complexion. Harry examined them in turn, and concluded that they each needed a shower.

His new acquaintance tugged on his sleeve when he slowed down too much. "Come. I'm sure that our leader will have many questions for you."

"Alright," Harry shrugged, "but do you mind getting me some food and water while I answer them? By the way," he questioned, "what's your name anyways?"

She smiled at him as she answered. "I'm surprised it took you this long to ask. If you must know, it's Elysia."

Harry smiled in turn. "It seems I must thank you, Elysia, for bringing me here. My name's Harry."

"That's a…unique name," Elysia said. Harry merely shrugged as they entered a small home, noting that it seemed to be made of muds bricks covered in some unknown material. He glanced around, noting that it was completely bare except for a single, wizened old man. The old man's eyes were closed, and short, steady breaths exuded from him. He seemed to have not even noticed their arrival.

Elysia bowed before him, and Harry bowed his head in turn. He didn't particularly know why, but he felt as though it would best if he didn't anger the old man.

"Elder Artaxes, I discovered him," here she motioned towards Harry, "on the beach, near the griffin aeries." Harry felt a sense of unease wash over him as the old man's eyes snapped open, revealing keen orbs of silver. He was reminded of Ollivander even as Elysia resumed her report. "He was lost and starving. Probably wouldn't have lasted much longer."

The old man stayed silent. Elysia continued, seeming to be practically frantic in her attempt to prove this wasn't a waste of his time. "But that isn't all. He can make fire!"

Harry mentally groaned. If he was lucky, he would be able to obliviate them both and avoid trouble with the aurors for breaking the Statute of Secrecy. Considering how backwards and seemingly isolated the tiny village was – they lived only a few miles away from griffin aeries, for Merlin's sake – he probably wouldn't even have to do that.

For the first time, the man spoke. "We can all make fire, girl. It isn't a new discovery."

He felt any semblance of panic shrink back at that statement. Perhaps he would only have to take care of the girl before he found the Greek Ministry and returned home.

"But he didn't need tools!" the girl cried. "He made it with a piece of wood!" Harry groaned as he saw the old man's interest peak.

"Is this true?" the old man questioned Harry. The wizard met Artaxes' narrowed eyes.

"Of course not," he replied smoothly, "that's impossible."

He felt chills race up his spine as the old man smirked, the silvery eyes glistening in amusement. "Then I suppose this is impossible as well, eh?" Artaxes retorted, outstretching a long, bony finger. With a twist of his wrist, a small green flame flickered into existence on the tip of the finger.

Harry blinked. He wasn't expecting to meet another wizard, especially not in this backwater town. But this surprise was also an unexpected boon. Artaxes would be able to point him to the nearest place to get a portkey and he would be happily on his way to Britain, where he wouldn't have to worry about being disemboweled by vicious lion and eagle hybrids.

"Considering that you're doing it right now, I doubt it's impossible," Harry said dryly. "But I suppose it proves your point."

He carefully withdrew his wand from his sleeve. Harry didn't miss the old man studying it in amazement. A flick of the wand sent scarlet sparks cascading out of it in warning. Both Artaxes and Elysia flinched in surprise.

"Now, are there any others with our…abilities in the village?"

"No," the old man replied with a mournful shake of his head, "I am the last."

Harry nodded. With such a small population it was a miracle a single wizard had sprung into being. "How sad. But could you direct me to the nearest portkey or apparition point?"

He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as Artaxes showed no sign of recognition. Before he could speak again, the old man cut him off.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now it's time for my own questions to be answered."

Harry nodded and acquiesced. "First," the old man asked, "what is that piece of wood you have? I've never seen anything like it."

He could only gape in surprise. "You've never seen a wand before?" he sputtered, "How did you learn to use magic?"

Artaxes raised an eyebrow. "Magic," he muttered, "so that's what you call it. But I've never heard of a wand. Perhaps it is different where you come from. And where is that, exactly?"

"Considering that you've never heard of wands, I doubt you've ever heard of England."

The old man nodded to confirm that fact.

Feeling a sudden feeling of dread well up within him, Harry asked a question. "Could you tell me what year it is?"

He wasn't sure why he asked the question. It was a foolish thing to ask, really. As isolated as these people seemed to be, it shouldn't have been such a huge stretch for them to know nothing of the outside world. But surely even these people would know the year. The old man's ignorance could also be excused, considering that he didn't even know what a wand was.

Unfortunately, his fears were confirmed by the man's next sentence.

"Year?" Artaxes asked confusedly. "What is that?"

A mildly shaking Harry answered in a monotone as his thoughts raced. "It's the full cycle of the seasons, how long it takes to orbit the sun. Twelve months, three hundred and sixty-five days."

The old man stroked his chin, betraying the fact that he wasn't as omniscient as his appearance suggested. "Why would we record such things? All we need to know is when we can attempt to farm and when we can safely fish."

Harry groaned. He was hoping that he was merely delirious from lack of food and water and was imagining all of this. Or that he was just in a hidden, magical place that never evolved with the rest of the world. Being in a dream world would be nice as well.

"Tell me," he whispered, "are there any other towns or villages in the area? I need to get back home."

A lie, of course. He didn't expect that his home even existed yet.

"Of course!" Artaxes replied. "We trade with Athens. It's a small town about a two days journey away."

Once more, Harry gaped. He wasn't particularly adept with history, but even he knew that it had been quite awhile since Athens was able to be classified as a small town.

"Would anyone here be able to take me there? Perhaps I would be able to navigate my way back home from there."

Artaxes nodded. "Several of our men are going there tomorrow to find tools, all of ours are in great need of repair. You are welcome to travel with them."

"Thank you," Harry said, and reached out his hand to the man. Artaxes did not accept it, and the wizard felt a bad feeling wash over him as a devious smirk emerged on the elder man's face.

"You are welcome to travel with them," the man continued, "provided you provide us with some sort of payment. We barely produce enough food to support ourselves as it is, and even a small journey takes a fair amount of our resources. And an extra person on that journey could possibly take more than we can afford to give."

"Fine," the younger wizard said in acceptance, knowing he was trapped. "What do you want?"

"Nothing of great import. I merely desire to know more of these gifts we have."

Harry was both glad and hesitant of this offer. He would have to avoid giving any particular secrets of magic, in order to keep Artaxes from knowing anything the world wasn't ready for. But he could give him pointers in how to more effectively control the magic that flowed through his body.

He met the silver eyes once more, and, struck by the similarity to Ollivander, thought that he might just impart some basic knowledge of wandcraft to the old wizard.

Artaxes spoke to Elysia, who had silently been in the background as the wizards talked. "Elysia, please go bring us food and wine."

Harry felt that this was going to be a long night.