For Her...

He just sat there, her head in his lap, eyes vacant and her body broken. "I'll get him for you love," he cried, "I'm gonna make him pay, I swear it, any and every form of 'Lord' Voldemort," he spat the name, "shall be removed from existence, for you Ginny, always for you..."

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Fate, it seems took his words to heart. Harry had created a magical contract that could never be broken, for if it did, existence would collapse in on itself... So fate created a plan, after all, 'Harry Potter' wasn't only this world's hero...

A/N: Think Harry Potter meets Ace Rimmer (for all you 'dwarfers out there) and you might be close with this fic, Harry Potter made a promise to destroy Voldemort once and for all... time. What he didn't realise was how far back those words reached.

Let's just say, fate was PISSED...

However, don't by any means, think fate is punishing Harry, no no no noooo, she's just making sure that in those world's that HAVE a T.M Riddle, and an evil one at that, things end up balanced so her creations aren't irradiated by... our... hero's poor choice of words.

Prologue: In The Beginning...

Harry James Potter lay awake looking round his dark room. He'd been back at Privet Drive for a full two weeks now, but still found it hard to believe what had happened the previous year.

What made it harder was the fact he hadn't heard from any of his new friends... Harry didn't know what to make of this, His owl, Hedwig, had been locked in her cage the moment he'd returned from Hogwarts, but Ron's family had their own owl didn't they? And surely Hermione could find a way to send him mail, even if it was the muggle way... she was a smart young witch, surely she'd...

--BOOM--

Harry was shocked out of his thoughts as the walls of his room seemed to expand outwards then returned to their previous state in the space of a second. Bolting to his feet he looked round for his wand... noting how strange this would have seemed not so long ago.

Before he could blink however he heard an old, yet somehow familiar, voice speak to him.

"Harry, there's no need for that," the voiced said. It was a calm voice however it was also one that seemed to hold a lot of pain behind its words. "Listen to me Harry, please; this is of utmost importance."

The owner of the voice moved forwards and Harry gasped at who he saw, himself. He couldn't tell how he knew this man was himself, but he could sense it deep inside, right to his very soul...

"You're... me... aren't you?" he slowly asked, wide eyed.

"Ha! In a manner of speaking I suppose, yes you're pretty accurate there." The older Harry said, a rather Dumbledore like twinkle in his eye.

"So, you've done your first year at Hogwarts yes?" Seeing his young counterpart's nod continued, "and what happened to Quirrel?" He received a blush, "Ah, so he was after the stone and you *accidently* killed him, correct?"

"I didn't kill him! At least... not intentionally... He just sort of-"

"Harry my boy, I'm not here to judge, I just need to clear a few things up before I explain myself, now, are you in Gryffindor?" A nod, "friends with Ron and Hermione?" Another nod, "Good, good, right, now, I can see you live with Petunia and Vernon... and by the looks of you they haven't treated you too well... good... good..." the second Harry was muttering to himself now and had produced a roll of parchment and a quill.

"I'm sorry but how is that good?! I've been mistreated all my life and... wait, if you're me wouldn't you know about all that stuff?" Harry said grabbing his wand, "Who the hell are you?!"

Without missing a beat, the... 'man-who-lived' properly introduced himself.

"I am Harold James Potter, Son of Lillian and James Potter, however Harry Potter has been known by many names, 'the boy-who-lived', 'the chosen one', 'the bringer of hope', or my personal favourite 'the hero.' Yes Harry, while on some level I am you or others we differ greatly. You see I'm not just 'Harry Potter' sent back in time, I'm Harry Potter sent back through reality."

"Wait... What?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "You're telling me you're from another dimension?" he may not have known that much magic, but he knew dimension hopping was purely theoretical.

"You bet your arse I am," his doppelganger said, smiling crookedly, "I didn't have things as... nice as you do here."

Harry was about to protest when the older Harry continued, "In my world the Dursleys kicked me out when I was young, remember the first time you did accidental magic?" Harry nodded in response, wincing at the memory, "Yeah, well that was nothing compared to what they did to me."

The older Harry conjured some fire whiskey and took a drink, "They broke so many bones it took me two full years to recover, after they finished beating me they left me unconscious outside an orphanage in London. I didn't see them again until after my seventeenth birthday." an evil smile crossed his face, "they regretted it all, in the end..." The older Harry then spent the best part of two hours telling his younger self about the things he'd got up to in his life and just how different his life was from his counterpart's.

The younger Harry stared in shock; this version of himself was clearly not someone to mess with!

"So... why have you come here?" the younger Harry said, hoping to change the subject.

"Ah, well y'see kid... I kinda made a promise... One that can't be undone, it was a sort of a... fate's promise. I'd lost everyone I loved, the only person left was Ginny until..." the older Harry took a shuddering breath. "Until that bastard snapped her neck." He was physically shaking at this point; the younger Harry didn't know what to do so he continued with his questioning. "So... what does this... fate's promise mean? For us that is."

The older Harry looked up and his younger self smiling. "So you wanna help then aye?" it wasn't really a question, "alright then kid, what if I told you that you had to destroy any and every form of Voldemort that exists? Throughout the universe?" He said raising an eyebrow in challenge.

The younger Harry blinked and thought about this for a second then said, "If I agree, is there any chance I could come back here? So it looks like I haven't even left?" The older Harry seemed to read his mind.

"You're wondering if you can ever see your friends again, or at least, these versions of them... Truth is kid I'm not quite sure, Voldemort isn't that powerful in is dimension at the mo, so you *might* be able to save this one till last..." at hearing this Harry's face lit-up.

"So, I get so learn advanced magic, save the world countless times, meet different versions of my friends and STILL get to come back here and lead my life afterwards?"

"If all goes according to plan yeah," The older Potter said grinning, "Mind you, it's not going to be easy." Harry waved his older self off, listing reasons why he would go.

"Number one, he killed my parents. Number two, ANYTHING is better than staying here. Number three," Harry looked his counterpart in the eyes. "He hurt you, hell... he pretty much destroyed you... and THAT, I can't allow. Up until last year I was nearly ashamed of my name; I thought I was someone worthless, someone petty, just another face in a sea of people. But now after hearing about my parents, and about what you've done in your life time, it's made me want to stand up and fight for the right to live, not just to be exist."

The older Harry smiled down at his counterpart, finding it hard to believe that he was so willing to get up and fight.

"Right, first things first then, we've got to... merge, for want of a better term... my magic and my skills within your body, since we share the same soul, that shouldn't be too difficult..." the older Harry muttered to himself pulling what looked like a small crystal out of his pocket. "Ok, this is a storage crystal, they're pretty nifty things to have with you, what you do is you tap it with your wand and focus on a specific topic. Now these only work for the soul that owns the crystal so you can imagine how rare they are. I have managed to create 5 of these, four of which contain much needed topics such as survival training and combat training, one of these contains the ritual in order to create the crystals which I keep on me at all times just in case of emergencies. However these are now useless to me, but hopefully will become priceless to you."

The younger Harry looked up at his doppelganger and noticed he was looking rather pale. "I've not got much time left," he said, opening his jacket to reveal the broken end of a knife sticking out of his stomach. "Just promise me you'll do your best to save them wont you?" the older Harry begged, gasping for air.

"I... I won't let them down." Harry said firmly. The other Harry took his final breath and ceased to be, his body fading into the void into which he had came.