A/N Hello and welcome to the Revised Version of this fic... I got a beta now who is wonderful and an incredible writer... TY SAVVA...

I do not own Harry Potter. That honor is for JKR and Warner Bro. So I do not make any money out of this only the pleasure of playing with their characters... Enjoy.

Sleep deprived, exhausted, suffering from physical and emotional pain after the battle, Harry needed time to think and to put his ideas and perspectives in order. So, he decided to get away from everyone and everything – too much expectancy, it was just too much to bear.

He needed to become whole again, he needed to breath and figure out what he would do with his future. Auror, that's what everyone was expecting, but he needed space and time to mend his spirit; that's more important than his wounds healing.

Hence, without destination he ran…

Harry arrived in Puerto Rico, far away from all the publicity and all the mumbo jumbo.

When he arrived to the Island, he was wounded, disoriented and exhausted. Claudia and Eric found him on the shore unconscious. They took him to their mother's house and after two weeks, he finally regained consciousness. He was still a little disoriented, but upon waking, he saw a beautiful angel with hazel eyes and a warm, tender smile.

It's been already three days after he woke up, and everything was still aching.

"Easy, easy bello durmiente (sleeping beauty), everything is fine. My name is Claudia. How are you feeling? Need anything?" The angel asked in broken English with a heavy Spanish accent.

"Water, please," he croaked sitting up a little, "Where am I?"

"Well, we found you on the shore and brought you to our mother's house; you are in Puerto Rico, more specifically Cabo Rojo."

"What? That's half a world away from where I came?"

"And where is that exactly?"

"London in the UK."

"Ah, that explains your accent. Do you want something to eat? Do you remember who you are?"

"Yes, uh… sorry my name is Harry Potter."

"Ok, Harry, let me give you the proper welcome," and Claudia stood up.

"I will be right back with your food. My brother Eric said that you need at least two more days in bed," she advised and then left. She was back with a tray of soup, crackers and fruit. "Here's something light, but if you're still hungry after this we can do something more for you. Enjoy your food." and once more she left, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

Harry ate, but was still slightly confused. Memories and thoughts flooded his mind.

How did he get here? Can this place be so enormously far from England and the battle? The battle – Hermione and Ron must be frantic; he had left without a word. He needed to let them know that he was ok – but how? These people are Muggles.

Frantically he searched for his wand and found it on his jeans. He thought about sending a Patronous, but that can be traced and he wasn't ready to be found yet.

Luckily, he remembered that Dumbledore once said about house elves. The creatures are bond to their masters and can be summoned at anytime. Harry had acquired two before the final battle to help Kreacher.

It doesn't hurt to try, right? He thought."Zac, Zary", he called as quietly as possible. Two pops sounded beside him.

"Master, Master is ok?" Zac squeals, "Oh Master everyone is looking for you."

"Zac, please,"the elf went quiet in an instant, "I need you to take a message to Hermione, but do not let her know where I am, ok?"

"As you wish Master,"Harry looked into some drawers beside his bed and found a pen and paper. He scribbled a quick note for Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

Sorry! It is all I can say. I need time, please understand. For now, know that I am safe and alive. I will be contacting you from time to time. Please don't look for me.

Thank you,

Harry

"Take this to Hermione and come back to me."

"Yes, Master," and the elf left with a pop. Zary stayed behind. "Zary, you can go, I will call if I need you."

"Yes, Master."

Next minute, Claudia came in followed by her mother and brother. "Harry, this is Maria, my mother and Eric, my brother. He is the one that healed your wounds. He is a doctor," she said proudly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for taking care of me, how can I repay you for your kindness?"

"None of that young man. What we did, we would have done for anyone. What would become of humankind if we would not help each other? Do you remember who did this to you?

Boy, do I remember?

"No ma'am. I don't, all I remember is waking up to Claudia." Lies, but they didn't need to know the truth; he was just passing through anyway.

"Don't stress yourself, everything will be fine. And please call me Maria the Mrs. makes me feel older than I am. If you need anything just call me, ok? Good night."

Eric checked his wounds and told him that he needed at least one more day in bed. After he left, Claudia stood up and went to the window to open it; the breeze from the sea came through.

"You know Harry, I feel like I know you; it's strange. Maybe it's one of those things – you look familiar. It's like, I've seen you somewhere, maybe déjà-vu."

Harry kept silent, watching her moving around and making sure, that he was comfortable. "If you're willing to stick around for a while you are more than welcome to stay with us. I can show you a little bit of my island."

"I don't want to impose," he started, but she didn't let him finish.

"Nonsense," she interrupted quickly, "you aren't imposing at all."

"It would be my pleasure then."

"Oh, Harry, so proper, as a knight from the Round Table," she chuckled. "Good night and I'll see you in the morning."

So, it was decided; he would stay, not for long, but just enough to get on his feet again.