48 BCE, Scotland

Wandless and, so far, without any bursts of accidental magic, Harry knew he was stranded.

He recognized the land as Hogwarts grounds, but there was no castle. No Hogwarts.

When the people who had found him had spoken, Harry had not understood; he did not even recognize their tongue, and it was obvious they did not recognize his. But he did understand violence, the universal language.

When they beat him, he knew it was because they thought he should be working harder...

Growing up with the Dursley's, Harry had felt like a slave.

Now, an apparent prisoner of war, he actually was one.