Summary: Takes place during Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone when Harry Looks into the Mirror of Erised. He falls into and ends up in world where on the night of Voldemort's attack, he was killed, but his parents survived. Will he ever return to his original world? AU.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic with help from my sister so I ask that you go easy on me. Although, Criticism is welcome.

Sister's Note: Yeah, we're still working on this whole not hating each other thing and actually working together for once in our lives. It's great isn't it? (I will be your comic relief Note, mkay?) :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world the wonderful J.K. Rowling does.


Harry Potter AU

Harry Potter, a boy of eleven stood in front of a mirror that showed him standing with his parents. Now he believed what everyone had been saying. Staring back at him was his mother, Lily Potter with her emerald green eyes and long hair. Beside her stood his dad, James Potter with hazel eyes behind black rimmed glasses and messy black hair that stood up in the back just like Harry's. Harry moved closer to the mirror and touched his fingertips to it, watching as his parents smiled and seemed to touch where his hand was. Then suddenly Harry fell through the mirror of Erised. Everything around him turned pitch black and he hit the cold hard stone floor. He regained himself briefly, and stood up. Looking around he noticed nothing different, then Harry Potter passed out.


When he came to he realized he was in the hospital wing and he heard voices. "Albus who in the world is this boy and where did he come from?" The voice of Minerva McGonagall wondered. "He looks a whole lot like James but with Lily's eyes. How can that even be?! Harry died eleven long years ago."

"Wait? What?!" Harry thought to himself. "Me dead? That's not right. I'm here in the hospital wing. Why would Professor McGonagall even think to say that?" He sat up and Madame Pomfrey saw. She went and got the Professors who had been conversing in her office. "He's come to finally. You better not ask him too many questions. He's still weak. You have 5 minutes with him professors."

Albus Dumbledore and McGonagall then came over to Harry's bedside. Harry quickly began speaking to two of the people he always trusted the most, "Professors what is going on? One moment I'm standing in front of a mirror, staring into it, and just seeing my parents. The next I'm in the hospital wing?" Harry asked quickly. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other sending glances of understanding. "What the bloody hell is going on?!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, so loudly that all of the ghosts could hear him scream.

"It appears as if you have come from an Alternate Universe, Harry. It is the only reasonable, non dark-arts, conclusion I can come up with at the moment." Dumbledore said calmly and slowly, trying not to freak Harry out. Dumbledore, of course knew about alternate universes, because he was Dumbledore. He had simply heard of them during his wizarding studies.

"An Alternate Universe? What is that? Some kind of rubbish?" Harry asked questioningly. He didn't want to seem stupid, but his curiosity got the best of him and he just had to ask.

"It is a Universe that is unlike yours in many ways, but also has many similarities. In ours you were killed many years ago by Voldemort, while Lily and James, your parents, lived. Meanwhile, in yours you have seemed to have lived somehow. Care to explain to us how you did this young Harry?" Dumbledore asked with the most interesting look on his face.

Harry then explained his story from what he had been informed about from Hagrid, to his years of living with his Aunt and Uncle, to his first few weeks at Hogwarts, all the way to the point of the mirror, constantly being interrupted by McGonagall, who was absolutely horrified at everything that had taken place in this alternate world. "So, Lily and James are dead and you live with your MUGGLE aunt and uncle? You poor boy." McGonagall cried out. "Albus, why would you even consider doing that?! From the stories Lily has told us her sister hates Magic. And that dreadful muggle that Petunia is married to is even WORSE than Lily's sister." It wasn't that McGonagall hated all muggles, but after hearing the trouble that Harry had gone through with them, it was impossible to not hate the two muggles.

" I have no idea why, but I am sure I had my reasoning. I am sorry for all the troubles you have gone through Harry, but you do need to go back to the world you belong in. Therefore, until I can get you back to your own universe I suggest that you go and meet your parents. I do believe they deserve a proper reunion, all of them being apart for so long. Minerva, please go and floo Lily and James Potter and tell them to meet me in my office within the next quarter hour." Dumbledore ordered McGonagall.

"Of course, Headmaster." McGonagall replied, quickly turning and swooping her robes, then left the hospital wing to do her assigned task.

"Harry I suggest you rest up until your parents arrive." Dumbledore said and left. Meanwhile, Madame Pomfrey busied herself with Harry by giving him a sleeping draught. Harry then quickly sunk back into a deep sleep. Harry began dreaming of a perfect world, where he had spent all of his years growing up with his parents. Knowing that there was magic his entire life. With all of these thoughts Harry smiled, as he slipped further into unconsciousness.


Sister's Note: Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! We ask that you review it and let us know what you think. We will try updating soon for your happiness, but we make no promises. A lot of fluff has to be added from the original hard copy of this writing. So we ask that you remain patient with us 3 More is to come soon (hopefully).

Post Edit: Well, let's just say we're back to hating each other :3