Story 1: Harry/Fleur & Neville Travel to AU

A/N: As the story description explains, this is just going to be a place for me to dump story ideas I have chosen not to continue. I may come back and pick some of these up eventually but as of right now, I do post them here, I probably am not going to. If find something you like and want to adopt it, please leave me a review or send me a PM. Thanks.

This following story was the beginnings of my attempt at a post-war Harry fic where he travels to AU where he is dead and his parents are alive. It was also going to be a Harry/Fleur and Neville came along as well.

The kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was filled with a low murmuring as people began to gather for the latest meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. Most people were in high spirits after successfully repelling the last major attack from the Death Eaters. That's why the meeting had been called, to do a debrief of the day's events. Any victory, however minor, was a cause for celebration nowadays, because, the truth was, they were losing the war. Slowly but surely, they were losing fighters, and yet the Death Eaters ranks only seemed to grow in size, as Voldemort started recruiting from out of country.

Despite the joyous attitude, there were some present, who were not partaking in the festivities. It was easy for all to see, that even years later, coming back to this house brought up a lot of bad memories for the Potters. It was common knowledge now, that seventeen years earlier, a prophecy had been made, foretelling the defeat of the defeat of the Dark Lord by one of two boys born at the end of July. This is what had caused the Potters to go into hiding, and with enchantments laid by the great Albus Dumbledore, they were initially successful. For around a year, they were able to hide without problem, but that all changed on that infamous Halloween night. James and Lily Potter had decided to go out on a long needed date night, being trapped in their home for so long causing a strain on them all, leaving their one year old son, Harry, to be looked after by his godfather Sirius Black.

To the young parents dismay, it was that night that their other old friend, Peter Pettigrew, secret keeper of their location, betrayed them. Lord Voldemort, acting swiftly on the new information blasted his way into the previously hidden cottage, swiftly killing the child and his godfather who tried to protect him. As James and Lily returned later that night, they were met with the sight of their home in flames, only to find out minutes later that their son and best friend were dead.

The Longbottoms were next. Some say their story was even more tragic. Voldemort, encouraged by his success assaulted their manor, overloading their wards with brute strength. He had let his Death Eaters loose after that. Some heading into the manor itself, others staying back to block the reinforcements from the Order. By the time Voldemort made it up himself, he found the two Aurors being held under Bellatrix Lestrange's cruciatus curse, surrounded by bodies of the Death Eaters they'd managed to take out. Frank had told them later, that it was the Dark Lord himself that stopped his insane follower from torturing them into insanity, instead, he forced them to watching as he murdered their son. He left them there, alive, to pass on what they'd seen to others.

Lily Potter shuddered as she tried to pull herself out of these thoughts. Sirius had willed the house to the Order, and thus it was still used, but everytime she saw it, it reminded her of what she'd lost. She barely came to meetings now a days. After becoming pregnant again, and having her daughter, Ashley, she had decided to stay at home, instead of risking herself on missions for Dumbledore. She loved her daughter extremely, and her birth had helped her and James to heal, though nothing would ever completely fill the hole left by her baby boy.

The room quieted as Dumbledore let off a couple blasts from his wand, "Welcome everyone. Let's begin the meeting. We have lots to talk about today. As many of you know from being there in person, we were successfully able to-"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, eyes fixed on the centre of the room. Lily noticed what he was sensing barely a second later. The air in the middle of the room seemed to be rippling. The closest thing she could think of to describe it would be a heat mirage, often scene on the highway in the summer. Despite all the possibilities for magical transportations, the Potters had a car, even if had taken a while for her to convince James of the benefits of owning one.

Dumbledore had his hand stretched out as if feeling the air before him. She was pretty certain that he was actually reaching out to feel the magic around him. It's something she knew only very skilled Wizards and Witches could accomplish. She herself, after much practice over the years could sense enchantments to a certain extent. She was nowhere near the same level as the Hogwarts Headmaster though, if he could even be called that now, Voldemort having taken the castle the previous year.

"Albus, what's going on?" Minerva McGonagall asked worriedly from his side, leaning heavily on a cane, still not fully recovered from her injury at the battle of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's brows were furrowed, "I don't know. It appears as if some kind of portal is trying to open. As if someone is trying to travel into the room."

"Death Eaters!" The imposing form of Frank Longbottom spat. "They must have broken the enchantments. We need to evacuate!"

"Don't be daft Frank! It's under the Fidelius Charm with Dumbledore as the secret keeper! Nothing could pierce those wards." Someone else spoke up from the crowd.

"Unless a new Lord Black has finally been chosen. They could strip the wards off the house. Do you think the family ring finally accepted Draco Malfoy? All our prior intelligence shows that it rejected him. Severus said the last time they were at Gringotts and tried to force it, it left the boy unconscious for a week." Nymphadora Tonks, metamorphus and aura said.

"What do you think Albus?" The ancient wizard in question now had his wand out, and pointed at the magical anomaly that was occurring in front of them. He didn't answer.

Suddenly, there was a great flash of light, as a wave of pure magic rolled outwards sending people staggeringbackwards. Grabbing onto her husband's arm for support, Lily Potter blinked her eyes, attempting to clear the spots from her eyes. As her vision came back into focus she was faced with the sight of three new, semi-familiar, people in the room. One of them spoke, "Holy shit! It actually worked!"

Harry Potter, also known as the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, Defeater of Voldemort, etc… sighed in relief as he finished inscribing the last rune on the kitchen floor of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He'd never taken runes while at Hogwarts, something he'd come to regret over the last year, but luckily for him all he had to do was copy down exactly what was in the book in front of him.

"Are you sure this going to work Harry?" Neville Longbottom, friend, and former roommate asked. "You do know what you're doing right?"

"I already told you, all the instructions in the book. I don't really understand the theory behind it at all, but neither did Fleur."

The woman in question interjected at this point, "I did understand parts of it. I could piece together some of the rune clusters, and what their functions are, but any of runes to deal with the distortion of space and time were beyond me. An unspeakable might have a better chance but I doubt they would understand it all either."

"So how do we know we can trust it?"

"The book appeared to me after uniting all the Hallows. I think has to do with the legends of becoming the Master of Death. I don't think we're meant to understand it. Trust me, I only skimmed through the book before I found this ritual, some of the other stuff I saw was pretty disturbing."

"Like that makes me feel any better about this," Neville muttered, but he didn't complain anymore. Like Harry, the potential rewards of this working as described were too great not to ignore.

It had been several months since the final battle, where Harry had finally succeeded in killing the self styled Lord Voldemort. This all culminated after what Harry referred to as the year in hell, camping around the United Kingdom searching Horcruxes, magical constructs holding pieces of Voldemort's soul that just happened to tether him to life. Now that the war was over, and for the first time in his life Harry was free, he should have felt happy, but that was impossible after the price that had been paid to achieve this victory.

His parents had been murdered when he was one years old, his godfather when he was fifteen, his Headmaster and grandfather-like figure, Albus Dumbledore, had died when he was sixteen, and now almost everyone else was gone after that merlin-forsaken battle. The last remaining link to his family, Remus Lupin, and his new wife Tonks were killed as well. Even most of the teachers had perished, trying their best to protect the students, futile effort though it ended up being. Only Flitwick remained now, working hard as the new Headmaster, attempting to keep the school open.

His surrogate Family, the Weasleys, were all dead except for Arthur and Ginny who had both survived the battle, and the second oldest son, Charlie, who had been in Romania at the time. The twins, Percy, and Ron, his best mate all through Hogwarts, had died when a giant had smashed their fist through one of the Hogwarts walls. Harry and Hermione, his other best friend, had only survived because they'd stood back to allow the brothers a moment of privacy for their quick reunion. Molly Weasley had died taking a curse for her youngest child.

The hardest hits were the ones who had died a few days after the battle, when everything was supposed to be safe. Both Hermione and Luna had been killed by the handful of Death Eaters who had evaded capture, just because they were known to be close to Harry.

Bill Weasley had actually been the first casualty of the Weasley family in the war. He had asked Fleur, his colleague, out a date, though she'd confided in Harry later she had been unsure if she had even been interested in him in that way. Nevertheless she had agreed to a single date to see where it went. Alas, it was not meant to be, as the Death Eaters had chosen the same day to attack Diagon Alley. The only reason Fleur hadn't died herself is that Bill had pushed her out of the way of the incoming killing curse that he took instead.

Fleur had devoted all her time to the Order after that. Even if she was unsure of her feelings towards her former coworker, she was not going to let his sacrifice be in vain. That's when Harry had first begun to really admire the french witch. She remained, and fought even when most of the Weasley family blamed her for Bill's death.

It was around that time Harry and her had really started to connect. He obviously knew her from the Tri-Wizard Tournament though they'd never interacted much at the time. Her initial obnoxious attitude towards him had grated against his nerves, even if, like everyone else, he found her extremely attractive.

In the months before he'd started sixth year, they'd both helped each other get over the guilt they were both feeling. Fleur for the role she felt she'd played in Bill's death, and Harry, for the role he felt he'd played in Sirius'. They'd remained close after that, continuing to exchange letters throughout his next year. It was around that time that Harry now realized he'd begun falling for her.

He'd resisted his growing feelings for her for a long time, not wanting to become another one of the guys chasing her because of her Veela nature. Then, when he'd finally admitted to himself how he felt, it had been the fact he was sure she would never return those feelings. The tension had only grown when Fleur had joined them on the Horcrux hunt, though he was later pretty sure Hermione had known what was going on, if the looks she'd given the two of them had been any indication.

Harry's near death by Nagini in Godric's Hollow, and news of her family's death, they had been targeted due to Fleur's connection to Harry, had been enough to cause Fleur to snap, and reveal that she was in love with him. Their romantic relationship had started after that, much to the dismay of their other travelling companions. They'd soon discovered that privacy was hard to come by while traveling in a magical tent.

The events that led to the trio's current project had occurred shortly after Voldemort's final demise, when Harry had handled all three Hallows at once for the first time. He had originally intended to leave stone in the forest, but after the Unspeakables got permission to examine the area where Harry had survived his second killing curse, he had decided the risk of it being found were too great. He had also decided to return the wand to Dumbledore's grave. He still wasn't sure if he was happy or not that he had waited to return it after finding the stone. As soon as he'd touched it while having having the other two objects in his possession, the change had occurred. The wand was still the same, but the stone now sat in a brooch that held the cloak together over his shoulder. The cloak had changed as well. It was now like the metamorphmagus version of cloaks. It still turned invisible when required but would change to any pattern he focused on in his mind. He had to admit it was actually quite useful. That had also had been the point that the book appeared in front of him. The book that had led them to the current day's endeavor.

"I think we're ready," Harry finally said. "Is there anything else I missed?"

"I don't believe so, mon cheri. Everything is packed and ready to go in our trunks which have been shrunken down and placed in our bags." Harry took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Looking over to Neville he asked, "I guess there's nothing left to it then… you're sure you want to come?"

To Neville's credit he only hesitated for half a second before a look of determination came over him, "Yes. I'm sure. There's nothing left for me here. This opportunity is too good to waste."

"Ok," Harry nodded to him. "Both of you grab onto my arms. I'll need my wand free to do this though."

Channelling his magic through the aforementioned wand, Harry began to charge the runes he'd carefully copied onto the floor. As they began to glow with the power they were collecting, the air in front of the trio began to shimmer and ripple. When the runes were fully charged Harry spoke once again, "Make sure to keep a firm hold on me as we step through and keep focuses on what exactly we want. Do you both understand." After receiving verbal confirmation from the both of them he continued, "Ok then. Here goes nothing."

Speaking the last incantation from that section of the book, Harry slashed the elder wand downward, opening a tear in the very fabric of the universe. All they could see was darkness beyond the newly created portal. With one last squeeze for reassurance, the trio stepped forward into the portal, completely focused on what they were hoping to achieve. With aflash Harry Potter, Fleur Delacour, and Neville Longbottom were gone from that world, that universe, for the rest of time.

Traveling between parallel universes, Harry decided, was definitely a more pleasant experience than he'd come to expect. It had portkeys and the floo network beat by a longshot. There was no random spinning, just a few moments of nothingness where he lost the ability to feel anything from all of his senses, and then with a great lurch it ended. They were standing in the exact place they'd left from, but from his initial observation, it was obviously not the same.

There were other people spread out across the room that initially been empty save for his travelling companions. They all appeared to be trying to get their balance. With a lurch in his gut, he saw many familiar faces, and some unfamiliar. The one that drew his eye immediately though was his former mentor, Albus Dumbledore, looking as impressive as he'd always remembered.

"Holy shit! It actually worked!" He noticed Fleur staring at something across the other side of the room in shock, causing her grip on his hand to tighten considerably. Before he could turn and look at what had caused their reactions, Harry sensed it, the stunning spells coming towards them. Whipping out his own wand, he blocked it with a shield. It had come from Dumbledore. "Woah! Calm down. We-"

The headmaster had cast something else at them. Knowing Dumbledore like he did, he knew whatever he was casting wouldn't be seriously harmful, but Harry still preferred to try and talk his way out of this situation without getting hexed.

With that in mind, and the reflexes ingrained in him from the war, Harry cast a disarming charm back in return hoping to intercept the spell. Of course, seeing as it was Harry Potter's life, things couldn't be that simple. As the spells collided, the two wands connected with a familiar beam of energy. The only difference between the this time and the other times it had happened was that he was using the Elder Wand, not his Holly and Phoenix feather, and he was fighting Dumbledore, not Voldemort. It was this fact that led Harry to his next realization. This was not the brother wand effect, the two wands which were currently connected were the same wand from different dimensions. Harry cringed internally, he knew something weird was about to happen, that probably broke some kind of accepted rule of magic as well. Just a typical day in the life of Harry Potter.

Living up to his expectations, Harry felt the two other Hallows flare around him, before the wand in Dumbledore's hand seemed to disintegrate, and flow into his own, the two merging. The room was silent as everyone watched the display in shock.

"Sorry about that Albus." Harry ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Didn't really expect that to happen."

After another moment of silence, there was a sudden hustle of commotion as all the present Order Members hurriedly drew their wands and pointed them at him, Neville, Fleur.

Raising his hands above his head Harry spoke, "We come in peace." He heard someone snort in the crowd. At least someone got the reference.

"Would you mind telling us who you are?" The headmaster asked kindly, but there was an edge of steel in his voice that he had only ever heard come out rarely before, and never directed at him.

"Of course!" Harry said. "Though I doubt you'll believe my story so it might be easier if you guys just fetch some veritaserum now and save yourself the trouble of getting it later." Harry didn't really like the idea of being submitted to the truth potion, but he'd resigned himself to the fact that it would be necessary for people to believe him before they'd left.

"I'm sure that won't be necessary to believe your story Mr.?" Dumbledore asked.

"Trust me, it will." Winning the silent staring contest with his former headmaster, Dumbledore relented and sent someone off to get a vial from the Order's potions storage. Wanting to see if things had gone completely the way they were supposed to, he asked a question, "Is there a Harry Potter in this world by any chance."

Harry saw the headmaster sit forward, and start studying him intently. His eyes started twinkling a moment later. It seems the way he'd worded the question had not slipped by the old wizard, and he was already starting to figure it out. He'd always known the man was brilliant. A bit mad, but brilliant all the same.

"Don't talk about my son, you Death Eater scum!" An enraged voice called out behind him. Spinning around Harry felt like he was almost looking in a mirror. The man who'd spoken looked just like him, if a bit older, and more worn down. It was obvious the man, no James Potter, his father, was enraged. Something clicked into place in his mind. He knew he was definitely dead in this universe. Nothing else would provoke a response like that. It seems they had indeed found a universe that matched their parameters.

Glancing to the side Harry froze as his gaze met that of an identical set of emerald green eyes. It was the first time he could remember meeting his mother's eyes in his whole life, Lily Potter, had frozen in spot as well, eventually letting out a gasp. It was at that moment, Harry was sure she was starting to figure it out as well.

"Calm down James. All will get all out answers soon." He noticed Dumbledore eyeing his wand and cloak with interest as they waited. He probably recognized them for what they were.

"I've got the potion here Professor Dumbledore!" It was Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry was actually surprised that he'd hand over the prohibited potion so easily, being an auror himself. Being in the order, he assumed he'd turn a blind eye to that sort of thing, but not actually take part themselves. It left him wondering what exactly the state of the war was like over here. It was pretty obvious it was still going on seeing how this was an Order meeting.

Conjuring himself, and his companions, a couple chairs with a flick of his wand, the trio sat down, though he saw Neville and Fleur had their wands in hand just in case.

"Will you administer it to our young guest for me please Kingsley? Three drops should do it I believe."

"Yes headmaster."

Harry opened his mouth and waited. The man who was just made Minister for Magic back in the universe they had just left only hesitated for a moment before release the three drops onto his tongue. Harry felt the haze descend over his mind almost immediately. His first response was to try to fight it off like he would the imperius curse, though he wasn't sure if that was possible, but he knew it would at least slow things down, therefore, he forced himself to relax, knowing Neville and Fleur wouldn't let things get out of hand.

"Are you a Death Eater?" Dumbledore started the questioning.

"No." There was some low murmuring throughout the room after Harry's monotone answer.

"What is your name?"

"Harry James Potter." Pandemonium erupted. People were shouting and jumping to their feet. Still under the effects of the potion, Harry watched dispassionately as Fleur cast a shield around him. He could hear yelling something incoherent in the background. He couldn't help but remark how strange it was to talk about his father, even if only in his own head, after thinking of him as dead for his whole life.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore launched several concussive blasts from a different wand quieting the room. "Let's finish the questioning first before we begin our discussion."

"He must be lying though Albus! Resisting the veritaserum some how. My godson died 17 years ago!" Harry didn't recognize the woman, but based on what she'd said, she must be his godmother. Harry didn't know he had a godmother. Sirius had never mentioned her back in his universe. Speaking of Sirius, he wondered where he was. He didn't see him in the room.

"Please Alice, I know what I'm doing. I believe we'll have our answers soon," he then turned back towards Harry, "How did you get here Mr. Potter?"

Someone seemed on the verge of protesting the name Dumbledore had used, but Harry was already answering, "I preformed a ritual that allowed us to travel to an alternate universe based on a series of preset specifications." Whispers of disbelief were heard again.

"And what were those specifications?"

"The first being that James and Lily Potter would be alive. The second being that Frank and Alice Longbottom would be alive and sane. The third that the Delacour family would be alive and well. The last being that this new world would not have alternate copies of myself, Neville, and Fleur that were still alive."

"I see." Dumbledore paused in thought. "I take it these people were not alive in your universe anymore?"

"No they are not. My family were betrayed by Peter Pettigrew, their secret keeper, on October 31st, 1981. Voldemort invaded our house, first killing my father, and then proceeded to come after me. He asked my mother to step aside, as Death Eater Severus Snape requested that she be spared and given to him. She refused, so Voldemort killed her. He turned his wand on me, but because of my mother's sacrifice, the killing curse rebounded hitting Voldemort, and destroying his body. A few days later, several Death Eaters searching for word on their fallen master, found the Longbottoms. Bellatrix Lestrange then proceeded to torture Frank and Alice into insanity before they were finally arrested by the Aurors. Frank and Alice spent the rest of their lives in Long Term Care in St. Mungo's, until they were killed as a punishment to Neville for standing up against the Death Eaters who had taken control of Hogwarts." Harry was blissfully unaware of the effects his words were having on the room around him. "The Delacours were murdered by Voldemort's new french recruits because of Fleur's known association with me."

Dumbledore looked incredibly old and sad, "Is this why you decided to complete the ritual."

"Partially."

"Oh? What are your other reasons."

"After I defeated Voldemort a few months ago, we realized there was nothing left for Neville, Fleur, and I there. Almost everyone we knew had been killed in the Battle of Hogwarts." There was gasps around the room, most noticeably from Alice, who was staring at her son, eyes filled with tears. The others were staring at Harry in awe after admitting to defeating the Dark Lord.

"Oy! I thought you said You-Know-Who was hit by his own killing curse when you were one, but now you're saying he only was defeated a few months ago?" Someone shouted.

"Voldemort was hit by his own killing curse in 1981 and it destroyed his body, but he did not die. He remained as a shade for several years. He regained his body through use of a ritual in 1994, beginning the second war."

"That's bloody ridiculous! I don't believe any of this. Traveling from different worlds! Surviving the killing curse! Creating new bodies with rituals! Tell me boy, how did You-Who-Survive without a bo-"

"Thats enough!" Dumbledore jumped in quickly. "Kingsley, give him the antidote."

A single drop on his tongue from another bottle had Harry's mind beginning to clear immediately.

"Merlin! That was uncomfortable." Taking a minute to regain his bearings, Harry immediately picked up on where Dumbledore had cut off the questioning. He must already know about the horcruxes and didn't want that getting out. "I hope you're all satisfied we are who we said we are?"

That's when when Harry heard the voice. The voice he'd only heard when Dementors were near, begging for his life, "Harry?" She sounded tentative, voice wavering slightly. He spun around, meeting her emerald gaze for the second time that night. He didn't know what to do. He'd dreamt about meeting his parents for as long as he could remember, but now that his living, breathing mother stood in front of him, he froze. "Is that really you Harry?"

Her eyes were tearing up. He was pretty sure his were as well, not that he'd ever admit it, "It's me… mum." The word felt strange on his tongue, but wonderful all the same. Before he knew it, he was wrapped in a hug. The first hug he ever remembered receiving from his mum. It felt amazing. Suddenly, she was sobbing into his shoulder. Not knowing what else to do, he just continued to hold her, relishing in the feeling.

It was around this time that he finally saw his father again. He looked vulnerable, like something was paining him. As soon as they locked eyes, a peculiar look passed into his eyes. Some kind of resolve. He broke eye contact and turned away. Harry felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. His father didn't want him. His mother must have noticed him stiffen because she suddenly pulled away, looking at him closely, and worriedly following his gaze to James' back.

"It's ok. We'll all talk a bit more soon. There's probably more to talk about in the meeting." She ran her hand through his hair once, before taking his hand again and giving it a squeeze. She looked reluctant to let go of him, but she did so and walked back over towards her husband.

Turning back around, he saw Neville having a similar reunion yet with both his parents. Fleur was still standing in the same place staring off to one corner of the room. Following her look he saw that her eyes were locked with Bill Weasley who was staring back just as intently. Harry felt a twinge of jealousy erupted at this sight, but he ruthlessly beat the feeling down. He knew Fleur didn't have romantic feelings for him, but had always struggled with her sense of guilt for his death. It was probably strange for her to see him alive after all these years. It was the same for him, as almost everyone here was dead in their world.

"If I may, Mr Potter. I was curious if your ability to use this ritual had anything to do with the… let's say… three, interesting objects you're carrying on your person." Harry watched Dumbledore carefully for a minute, knowing full well he was referring to the hallows, before giving him a quick nod. "I see. Well, it seems you succeeded where I had failed in my youth. I do not envy the burden you must carry on your shoulders."

Looking around again, Harry realized he still did not see his godfather anywhere, and decided to voice his question, "So where's Sirius?" The room fell deathly quiet faster than Dumbledore's earlier use of magic.

As no one stepped forward to say something, Harry got his answer, "Oh… I see."

"Mr. Potter, there was an attack on your house in Godric's Hollow on October 31, 1981 here as well. The difference being that your parents were out for the evening, leaving you in your godfathers care. Both this world's version of you and Sirius were killed when Voldemort attacked."

Harry lowered his gaze to the floor, but pushed down on the disappointment of not seeing his godfather again, "Ok. I'm assuming Voldemort is still alive here then if this is an Order meeting?"

"Yes unfortunately so."

"How are you guys using the house then if Sirius is… gone."

"He willed it to the Order for our use, but we did have to evacuate a few years ago when Draco Malfoy came of age to accept the Black Lordship. We knew he would be able to take the house back despite what the will said then. Strangely, he has been unable to take it. The family ring keeps on refusing him, so we moved back in here."

Harry snorted, "I know why that is. The whole family motto is Toujours Pure. Most of the family spoke about it as if it referenced blood purity, but I know the ring considers the person 'impure' if they are branded with the Dark Mark. It's Voldemort's own fault that he couldn't get his hands on the Black money."

"But he was 15 at the time! He wouldn't have had the dark mark at that point!"

A/N: Never continued on passed this point.