Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. This is for pure personal enjoyment and in no way am I profiting from this. This disclaimer applies to this and all subsequent chapters. All hail JKR! This will be a dimension-traveling fic – HP will stay mostly to canon, no overt character bashing. I was inspired by many fanfics when I wrote this but I don't believe I've seen one quite like this. Any and all references to any other material fact or fiction are pure coincidence and accidental.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, and Holder of Too Many Titles awoke to a bright light shining into his eyes. He was dazed, confused and for a brief moment forgot where he was. Furthermore, how did he even get here?
Then it came to him. Slowly, painfully slowly – he remembered. Bellatrix laughing, Voldemort mocking, a bright green light and then… sweet, sweet relief. No pain, no worries, just a breezy comforting sensation wrapped around his very soul.
The young man slowly sat up from where he lay. He was no longer in the forest behind his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wasn't sure where he was to be exact but somehow he knew he wasn't where… well, anything really was. 'Is this some sort of dream?' he thought.
Harry paused, stood up, and looked around – the bright light that had been shining into his eyes seemed to come from everywhere, yet nowhere at once. There were lush fields, trees, plants… he deduced he had to be in some other world – what other explanation could there be after all, when you're hit with the Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra?
As he contemplated what sort of after life this could possibly be his mind drifted back to the last few months – life on the run, Ron's betrayal and return, Hermione's strength, Ginny's trials and tribulations. He hoped they'd survive without him. He hoped they'd kill Voldemort. He most of all hoped that the world his parents died to protect, the world he… had died to protect… would survive.
"Harry."
He turned and saw the two people he'd dreamed of meeting since he could remember – his parents.
Well there you have it - short chapter to start but I'm just getting warmed up! More to come soon. Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms. Please, follow, fave, review.
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-TPoR