HARRYS POV
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We searched every book, every fairytale, every map. All of these maps pointed to the north pole. The icy, desolate lands that not even a wizard would touch. Icy Lands of Pain was the name Merlin had given it. He had no choice but to travel to this land.
We bundled up x5. Dumbledore had told me to take something- the gold and red ring of Godric. He stood silently, then apparated.
Even in the six layers of clothing, we could feel the frigid air. We decided to cast hot air around us, the snow cracking or lightly melting at our feet. He walked for hours and hours, out feet aching, our hands sweaty. He made it to a cave, and saw light and felt frigid air even in the hot air bubble.
We found it.

short chappy, i know.