Chapter One:

He watched as Voldemort slowly circled him. The Death Eaters surrounding the them all buzzed with excited energy. "Harry Potter" the snake man hissed."Theres no one left to save you now. Pity, I'd like to see your Mudblood of a mother beg for me to take her life again." Harry clenched his fists but remained silent. "Any last words Potter? A plea for your pathetic life perhaps?" The battered and broken savior shook his head. "No? Alright then. Avada Kedavra!" Harry watched as the green light shot towards his chest. His last thoughts were of all the people he would see soon. Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Sirius, Severus and Remus, who died fighting. His parents, who with their love, saved his own life. So many died for him. No more! He had performed a bit of tricky magic tonight. An ancient ritual that would end all the suffering. Yes, while his parents last act was of love, his would be of revenge. As the killing curse struck him, Voldemort's screams ripped through the night.


Consciousness washed over him, along with confusion. It took some effort to open his eyes, but once he saw where he was, they widened. He rested in a grassy glade. Tall trees surrounded him, there branches creating shade from the rising sun. A small pond lay in the middle, its water absolutely clear. He sat up slowly and stretched. Is this the afterlife? "Do you like it?" asked a soft voice. Harry's head whipped around to find the source, but couldn't see one. "Don't be afraid." he identified the voice as female."Who are you?" Harry asked "Where are you?" "You may call me Vita and I will be there soon" the girl replied.

Suddenly, a short figure appeared near the pond, wearing a white cloak with the hood pulled up. "You did a very heroic deed and have endured so much pain." the girl said sadly. "I shall offer you a second chance." Harry frowned, his confusion growing. "A place where you can be happy. A world where they are all alive." His eyes widened. Everone? Alive?! "You-you mean my parents? Sirius? Remus? My friends?""Yes" she said. "Come, let me show you." She beckoned him closer and Harry scrambled to his feet and over to the pond. There he saw in the water the faces of his loved ones, living their lives happily. Harry felt a surge of hope, but a new thought occurred to him. "You said it's another world and everyone is alive? Is there a me there?" Harry asked worriedly. He wanted this badly, but would never take someones life again. "He is dying." she said bluntly. "When the killing curse hit him Voldemort died, but at a price. He has been dying since then, only his magic keeping him alive. It will cause many people grief when he dies tonight, the night of his inheritance." Harry looked slightly hopeful again."Then can I? Can I really..?" Take his place? Vita chuckled."Yes, if you choose to." The thought of seeing them all again made his heart swell and before he could regret it the words slipped out of his mouth "Then I will." He got the impression the odd girl was smiling. "Do not worry, you are doing me and this world a great service. When you see the other Harry's memories you will understand. You will have them when you awake in your new world. Goodbye, for now, Harry Potter."


He awoke with a massive headache. Checking his mind with Occlumency he found his mind in shambles, his memories all mixed together. He cast a wandless Tempus, glowing blue numbers appeared telling him the time was 12:00 a.m. He sighed, the only way to untangle the memories was to sort each one individually, re-living them in the process. He knew he had to or risk insanity. With a heart the weight of a thousand tons, he dived into his mind.

His memories flashed by behind his closed eyes.

His time at the Dursley's home, where he was beaten, starved, and worked like a slave. Living with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley who all hated him. He slept in the cupboard or outside. He wore all huge, old hand-me-downs. He cooked, cleaned and weeded and was hit and kicked for any mistakes and sometimes for no reason at all. He remembered yelling and the smell of sweat and blood.

Then his Hogwarts letter changed everything, the Dursleys moved him into a bedroom and stopped beating him so much, although he still did all the chores. His first year was both amazing and terrifying. He met his first friends Ron and Hermione who battled a troll with him. At the end of the year he defeated a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher possessed by Voldemort trying to steal his way to immortality. He remembered fire burning.

His second year, where things continued to get crazier. He revealed his ability to talk to snakes and was shunned for it. He made friends with Neville and Luna then. Of course, Voldemort possessed someone again. Ginny, Ron's little sister, found a dairy cursed by Tom Marvolo Riddle, A.K.A Lord Voldemort, and released a crazed Basilisk on the school. He eventually defeated the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. He remembered the dark, cold, wet, and the hissing, whispers of death.

His third year, where he was supposedly being targeted by escaped convict Sirius Black, once his parents best friend. Sirius had betrayed him and his parents location to Voldemort. Dementors swarmed Hogwarts, looking for the escaped convict, bringing despair and bad memories with them. He had to learn the Patronus Charm to repel them. At the end of the year, he found out that Sirius was innocent, and Peter Pettigrew was the real traitor to his parents. With the help of Remus Lupin, his parents other best friend and a werewolf, they captured Pettigrew and freed Sirius. Then, Sirius and Remus rescued him from the abusive home and he went to live with them. They showed him unconditional love and helped him through the nightmares. He remembered fear in its purest form, happiness that drove away the darkness, and warmth.

His fourth year he was entered into a grueling tournament. He studied many forms of magic to protect him from the dangerous tasks. The dragon, the black lake, the last task, the maze had held a fake portkey, taking him and Cedric Diggory to a graveyard. Where Cedric took his last breath. Where Voldemort was resurrected using his blood. Where the devil was released unto the world, cruel red eyes filled with hate. He barely escaped alive. He remembered green and red, death and it's maker.

His fifth year he trained and trained and trained. Learning as much as he could.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...

born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...

and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...

and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...

the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..

His prophecy, his fate. In a desperate gamble, he and his friends launched an attack on Voldemort's forces at the Ministry of Magic. There his family was lost, one by one, until he was alone. The ritual he'd prepared saved the rest of the world. In it, he gave his magic permission to act after his death, to take revenge, and so it did. He remembered screams and chaos, remembered their faces, one by one.

He returned to the present and allowed himself to weep. He wept for the people and the world he lost. He also wept for the new world he found himself in. Because interspersed with the old wre the new memories from the other Harry, and what he saw devastated him. For the other Harry was worse than Draco Malfoy and Dudley Dursley combined. Other-Harry was mean, spoiled, stupid and a bully. The Harry Potter here was utterly and completely horrible and Harry was terrified of it.