Chapter 1

Different Planes of Reality

Harry Potter starred gloomily out the window of his uncle Vernon's car watching everything yet nothing his attention turned inward as he wallowed in guilt for his stupidity if only he had practiced occlumency, listened to Hermione, used the two way mirror he was given he could of prevented he godfathers death if only he didn't feel the need to play hero all the time. Stewing in his own thoughts he didn't even notice their arrival at number 4 Privet Drive. Mechanically he removed his Trunk from the back of the car and trudged into the house up the stairs into the smallest bed room. He managed to release his owl Hedwig with a brief letter to the order assuring them of his safe arrival to Privet Drive before flopping onto his bed. Harry reflected on all that had happened in the past year Not as eventful as some years no defiance against the dark arts teachers with Voldemorts spirit possessing them after philosophers stones, basilisks on the lose he had to kill, mass murders supposedly after him, Triwizard tournaments he had to endure. No nothing like that but still this last year had topped them all Umbridge, he involuntarily shuddered, what a bitch her ministry decrees taking nearly everything that made his life worth living away, that paled in comparison. Sirius had died because of his stupidity; he had nearly killed five others because of his stupidity; he had been tricked by Voldemort who had sent him an image of Sirius being tortured in the department of mysteries because he hadn't practice occlumency like he was supposed to. There were contributing factors of course but he was only being conceited if he blamed others for actions and their consequences it was entirely his fault, his heart tightened in his chest guilt haunted him.

Harry lay despondently not noticing the sun dipping bellow the horizon or his aunts' calls to diner he simply lay on his bed tormented by his own mind. It wasn't until night had fallen and the half moon shone brightly in the sky that he dozed off into a fitful slumber. His battered previously broken alarm clock struck twelve and a white light suddenly engulfed Harry's body it continued to grow until his form could no longer be distinguished, then as suddenly as it appeared it left taking Harry along with it.

Dear reader this my first attempt at a fic let alone anything not containing vampires as of yet so be gentle in your inevitable criticisms. I thank you in advance.