I was thinking of maybe installing a Quidditch pitch, but, well…" Harry stomped the ground. "I just kind of rose this little bit of land up." "Dogger Bank." Harry said, gesturing out to the frothy sea around them. They left Hogwarts- Neville was studying under Sprout to eventually take up her mantle- and Harry side-Apparated Neville away to his island. "I've got a bit of a Herbology problem, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it." "You need something, Harry?" Neville looked up from whatever Herbology text he was reading and smiled at Harry. Of course, he was also working on spells that kept the place unplottable and kept ships far away from his shores. It didn't sink the next time Harry came by, thankfully, and with that proof of concept out of the way he could really get to work- lifting land from the sea floor was tiring, especially considering the fact that he was shooting for a comparatively massive island- at the very least, he was going to fit a Quidditch pitch on the island, if not more. He could Apparate here, he could stop and take a nap… he would just have to hope it didn't sink. It was scarcely more than a few meters wide, but it was a start. Harry used his wand to lift the poor fish back into the ocean and landed on the little rise of sand. After a few moments, a crest of sand rose from the sea, covered in algae, seaweed, and the odd fish. He pulled out his wand, and began to cast. However, there was an awful lot of Dogger Bank to go around- surely, the muggles wouldn't mind if he used the tiniest bit of it for personal use. Flying out to the Dogger Bank Wind Farms took a bit, as did flying far enough past the turbines to make sure his construction wouldn't cause a stir with the muggles. So that led to him flying over the North Sea on a broom, searching for somewhere… appropriate. He made his way through a lot of painfully dry books taken from the Black library and got a few ideas that were a lot more fun than just cordoning off some wilderness. He supposed he could buy up a plot, or even just use magic to make some little stretch of wilderness impossible to find, but once again, he was feeling ambitious. If he couldn't make a house for himself, he was a pretty poor wizard. After all, Harry was a wizard, and his magic let him shape the world as he pleased. He supposed that he could go out and find somewhere else to live, buy or rent or maybe even just crash at the Burrow, but Harry was possessed by an urge to do something himself. Nothing against Kreacher, who did his honest best to keep the place tidy and clean while looking after Harry… but it house was just too big, too filled with painful memories, for Harry to tolerate living in it. Harry was getting a little tired of Grimmauld Place. Your first doesn't have to be permanent, but a good lair should have a certain gravitas…
Somewhere to gather your strength, organize your followers, and avoid all those who would wish to stop your burgeoning movement. Before anyone can truly start on the path of being a dark lord, a base of operations is needed.
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