Another World

AN: If anyones read Rorschach's Odd ideas one shot fic then you know what style I'm writing in. Basically you get little one shots that may or may not become a multi chapter fic.

3/26/11- This chapter got a small edit. The AN was cleaned up, a summary was added and a bit of grammar was fixed.

Summary- Harry finds a way to minimize the damage during Voldemort's resurrection. Consequences are had.

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Harry bit back a hiss of pain as Wormtail shoved him roughly against the tombstone and bound him. The robes around the baby looking thing came loose and Harry gasped as he saw what was writhing within.

The reptilian baby looked up and a cackling sound that Harry was sure babies could not make echoed forth. "Potter, Potter, Potter. Scared? You should be, once I have my body back you'll lose yours!" The baby thing cackled again and Harry realized who it was.

"Voldemort..." Harry whispered.

It was that moment that the evil-baby Voldemort tensed and yelled to the best of a demonic baby's ability, "Wormtail, we do not have the luxury of time! Begin the ritual at once!"

"O-o-of c-course master." Wormtail squeaked out as he levitated the bones out of the grave. "Bones of the father," he muttered as they splashed into the cauldron, causing the liquid to steam.

Harry tuned Wormtail out and concentrated on the oddly comfortable scales-on-grass noises Nagini was making from underneath him. How will I get out of this one...? Think Potter!

Harry was of course distracted though by the awful sound of flesh being cut and a blood curdling scream as Wormtail huddled on the ground clutching his bleeding stump to his chest.

Harry though was infinitely surprised when Wormtail managed to get up and walk towards him. Though it was what he said that caught Harry's attention, "Blood of an enemy, forcibly taken..." He muttered loudly. Loop-hole! Harry's mind chanted happily as Harry's face took on a twisted expression and he bit down hard on his lip.

"Blood of an enemy, willingly given," He mocked loudly right before he spit the blood into the boiling cauldron.

It was at that moment that Voldemort sounded more scared than Harry had ever heard him, even if he was currently a demonic baby. "You idiot boy!" he shouted fearfully, "This is highly unstable dark magic you've spat in! There's no telling what will happen!"

Harry chuckled darkly, "If this kills us than at least I know I killed you before I died!" As wormtail cowered against a tombstone.

It was at that moment that the cauldron's contents exploded outwards coating everything in a thick layer of potion, but Harry could only feel intense pain and a falling sensation.

He managed to open his eyes against the pain and saw what looked like a cross between a muggle drug trip and cheesy, low budget, science fiction movie effects. There were rays of color fast approaching and disappearing with rays of bright white light doing the same. As he admired what appeared to be a pleasant ecstasy induced trip he noticed that a tiny black circle had formed where the colors had been spawning from that was rapidly growing bigger.

With a sinking feeling Harry realized he actually was falling and braced for impact, which came a second later. Harry knew only a world of pain as he slammed into the ground and felt his ribs crack a little before falling into blissful unconsciousness.

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With Voldemort still at large Sirius Black had been coerced into rounds outside of Hogwarts in case the Dark Lord, and Sirius sneered at his title, decided to launch an offensive against Hogsmeade.

It had been two weeks since he'd been convinced to make these bloody rounds and the scariest thing he'd seen was Aberforth Dumbledore in a silk teddy chasing after a goat screaming about a divorce settlement. He shuddered just thinking about it.

At that moment what appeared to be a magical portal opened up two meters off the ground. He had about the time to say, "What the hell?" before a young looking boy of about 13, maybe 14, slammed out and into the ground with a sickening crunch.

Sirius was able to get over and hear the boys last thoughts before falling unconscious, a whispered, "Sirius...?".

He recoiled a few meters heart pounding wildly as one thought raced through his mind over and over, Lily's eyes... and James face.

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AN: *Sounds of cheering and clapping* Yes I know thank you, thank you, I know how good a job I did no need to tell me. Just kidding but for those waiting for an update from Chaos's Favorite Day is Tuesday I'm sorry but I was bitten by a rabid plot bunny who had already bitten my muse and I just had to squeeze this out. Thus my one-shot dump is born! Doubt it will ever be as long as Rorschach's though...