The Universe's Mixer

All Harry had been trying to do was complete a summoning circle. He fumbled with the awkwardly small piece of chalk in his long fingers, stooped down and traced a circle around himself on the rough pavement. As the two ends met, he fed a little bit of his will into it to close the circle and stood up. The problem was that when he'd bent down to draw on the sidewalk he'd been in Chicago, the alley just behind his office building to be precise, and when he looked up again, he was somewhere...else.

The air around him should have been charged with energy, only it wasn't. He looked down to see that there wasn't even a smudge of chalk on the ground. No summoning circle. Nothing. He was standing somewhere completely different.

"Okay." He breathed, more to calm himself than anything. He shuffled forward, his hands gripping tight to his wizard's staff as he rounded the corner. "Okay." He said again, a little surprised. He glanced up at the unfamiliar skyline. "Definitely not in Chi-town anymore."