A/n: I was bored. Sorry. Everyone is OCC, nothing makes sense, but hopefully it's a little funny.

A Strange Meeting in a Strange Place

Christopher achingly opened his eyes. He was in the middle of nowhere, which wasn't where he remembered last being. As a matter of fact, it was far from where he remembered last being, which was at dinner with his family and many guests. Gods he was tired… and how did he get here? He seriously considered just closing his eyes again. He considered it so seriously, in fact, that he actually did it, and when he re-opened his eyes an hour or so later he found that he was still in the middle of nowhere, and yet not alone.

There was a thin young boy about ten feet from him who seemed fairly anxious about something. When Christopher caught the boy's eye, the boy asked, masking his fear well: "Are you one of Voldemort's horcruxes?"

Huh?

"If I was, would I know about it?"

The boy thought briefly, "I would have thought so, but I was once, and I didn't know. What I guess I mean is: are you part of Voldemort's soul?"

"No. I am Christopher's soul. At least I thought so. Where are we?"

The boy shrugged, "I thought maybe we were in my unconscious like the last time, and I was wondering if maybe I had died in my sleep."

Now this Christopher just thought was ridiculous. "How on earth could I be in your unconscious? I'm me. And I'm right over here and I've never met you before in my life. We must be on the threshold of another world."

Now it was the boy's turn to laugh. "The 'threshold to another world? Where are you from?"

"Seven."

"What?"

"World Seven. You look like a wizard, surely you know what I'm talking about,"

"I am a wizard, I have no idea what you're talking about and how exactly do I look like a wizard?"

"Witch sight,"

"Huh?"

Christopher rolled his eyes… this was going to take some time.

In the space of the next hour Christopher proceeded to explain all the intricacies of his world—his universe rather—and his new acquaintance, Harry, continued to shake his head and tell him he was all wrong. No, there weren't any other worlds where he was from and what do you mean you can do magic without a wand?

Why would he need a wand?

Because everyone needs a wand. There's just no doing controlled magic without one if you're a wizard.

Well he's not a wizard, he's an enchanter and as far as he knew even wizards didn't need wands.

What in the name of Merlin's pants was an enchanter and all wizards and witches need wands.

Witches and wizards are not the same thing. Wizards are more powerful than witches and warlocks.

Are you a misogynist?

No, he's already told you he's an enchanter.

What's an enchanter?

And they went off again explaining each other's hierarchies and what exactly they were and what they could do because it just wasn't the same for both.

"I've lost seven of my nine lives already,"

Harry's face dropped into a comical "woah".

"I'm really good at dying."

"Really? 'Cuz I suck at it," here Christopher's companion seemed to look a little dejected, as if dying was a sport that he was always picked last for.

"I've tried. I've really tried. I probably would have lost more than just seven lives if I just could. Dying is a lot harder than people make it look."

"I was under the impression that it was too easy. I've died thirteen times you know. I've just only lost seven."

Harry shook his head. "That's crazy. But since you're a powerful enchanter and all, do you know how to get us out of here?"

"No idea. I've never heard of something like this happening before."

"It's like someone's sick sadistic mind is playing with us."

"Well, maybe they'll let us out eventually."