This is my new story. I know that many alternate universe stories have been posted, but I hope to make this interesting. Please tell me what you think of the idea so far.

J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter

Chapter 1

Harry took a walk like he did at night, every night. Since the battle almost nobody was left. Many people died in the fight, including Ron and Hermione, who sacrificed themselves so Harry could defeat Voldemort. Several people were injured so bad that they may not ever be able to fully live. Neville would be crippled for the rest of his life, and as for Ginny, lets just say there is a fate worse than death. Harry felt guilty for ruining all his friends' lives. He had been alone since the battle, wishing that he could have died for his friends so they could at least be alive or sane.

As soon as Harry got home he lay in his bed, not thinking, not caring. There wasn't anywhere to go, anything to do, anyone to talk him out of his misery. As he lay in bed and went to sleep, his last conscious thought was how he wished he could go back in time and save his friends, or at least see them once more before they died, hopefully with him dying also.

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When Harry woke up the next morning he was aware that he wasn't in his own bed. He sat up and found himself in a room that was entirely too cheerful. He grabbed his glasses and put them on. This wasn't his room. Where was he?

Harry stood up and walked over to a mirror he noticed was on the wall. What he saw made him have to grip the mirror to keep from falling over. He had expected to see a nineteen year old staring out at him. So why did he look eleven?

Just then a red haired girl burst into his room. "Harry, you better be…Oh! You're already up. You never wake up before I come in your room." The girl shrugged. "Come down when you're dressed. Sirius has breakfast ready." Then she pranced out of the room.

Harry tried to figure out what happened. Sirius died. Harry was there when it happened. Who was that girl? And how in the world was Harry eleven? He had never time traveled this far back, and even if he did he would be at the Dursley's.

Harry headed down to breakfast a few minutes later. He realized on the way down that they were at number twelve Grimmauld Place. Why though? He added this question to the growing list of "Questions to ask if I want to be thought insane."

Breakfast was already on the table. Sirius looked up from the Daily Profit as Harry came in.

"Morning Harry." Then he stared at Harry's forehead. "How did that happen? What have you been doing?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.

"That scar. It wasn't there yesterday." Harry was confused. He had since he was one and survived the killing curse. Sirius knew that. Why shouldn't it be there? But seeing as everyone was playing dumb about his scar he played along, wondering what was going on.

"I don't know. I didn't realize I had it until you told me." Harry said, taking a bite of pancakes. "It doesn't hurt."

"Ok, as long as it isn't bad and I don't find out that you were doing something bad when you got it." Sirius then turned to the door. "Samantha! Get in here!" He yelled.

Samantha came in. "You didn't have to yell. I was coming in."

Sirius threw letters to both of them. "Your letters just arrived."

Samantha squealed with joy and tore it open. Harry opened his slower. He still remembered how he found out about being a wizard, but then flinched as he remembered that Hagrid had died during the battle. He still missed him, but at least Harry would be able to see him again.

"Are you ok Harry?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah, just thinking." Harry replied quickly. He couldn't let anyone know the truth, so he just looked down the booklist. He noticed that the defense book was the same as it was when he first did first year. He wondered if that meant that Quirrell was still teaching and if he was if he would have Voldemort sticking out the back of his head.

Harry and Samantha handed their lists over to Sirius. He looked over them and sighed. "It would have been a happier event if your parents were here too."

Samantha got tears in her eyes. Harry was having a hard time himself keeping a control on his feelings. He had grown used to his parents death, but there was just something about hearing it said out loud that made it worse.

Sirius groaned. "I'm sorry guys. I know that we said we would not talk about it. But I just have to say that in the one year that they have been gone, both of you have grown up a lot, and they would be proud of you."

Harry's head was spinning. Only a year? But they died on Halloween ten years ago. What happened here? Too many wrong facts were going through his head. His parents had died only a year ago, he wasn't supposed to have this scar, he had a sister, Sirius wasn't in Azkaban, and he was all of the sudden eleven.

Then he remembered. Hermione had been making sure that they still studied different subjects while trying to find all the Horcruxes. One of the things they studied were parallel universes. Basically there were other worlds where events are different. Something changes and the world is completely different. Maybe when he wished that he could go back in time, his grief had magnified his powers enough that he not only went back in time, but also into another universe. In this universe something happened to make it that Voldemort never killed James and Lily on that Halloween, so they didn't have to die, making Harry the Boy-Who-Lived.

Unfortunately Harry had so many bad memories of his universe, and none of this one. How was he supposed to function if he didn't know what the normal attitude for this world was? And what if the normal attitude wasn't at all how Harry was? He guessed he would cross that bump when he got there. The one problem he had to worry about now was what was he going to do about his "memory problem." He had to find some way to know who people were, whether he was friends with them or not, and how normally acted around them.

He could ask someone, but the only potential people were Sirius, who would think him mad, and Samantha, who he didn't even know. He didn't know Ron and Hermione in this universe yet, and they wouldn't believe him at first, not until they became very good friends.

As all this was going through his head, Sirius and Samantha had decided that they could go to Diagon Ally next week. Then, when breakfast was over, Harry decided to do the dishes. A look from Samantha told him that their Harry never would have volunteered to do dishes, but in the other universe, Harry would have had to do dishes without volunteering (or at least before the battle), so there could be a compromise, not that they would know it. Harry just pretended that he needed to get things off his mind, and this was the best way to do it.

Afterwards, Harry went back up to his room. He groaned as he lay on the bed.

"Why do things always happen to me? I could name at least one thing for every year. First year: Norbert, Troll, Fluffy, Voldemort. Second year: Dobby, lost bones, Basilisk, Voldemort. Third year: Sirius, Dementors, Werewolf. Fourth year: Tri-wizard Tournament, Death Eaters, Dark Mark, Voldemort, Cedric's death. Fifth year: Umbridge hag, nobody believing the truth, Voldemort, S-Sirius' death. Sixth year: Horcruxes, Dumbledore's death…" Harry couldn't go on, so upset that everything happened to him. "Why can't I be normal?"

Harry heard a noise. He reached for his wand by instinct, but remembered he hadn't gotten his wand yet. He groaned. "Who's there?"

Samantha came out of his closet with a look on her face. "We need to talk."

Sorry about the cliffhanger, but it is just a natural place to end the chapter. I'm not sure if my chapters will be long, but I will try to write as much as seems right. Just remember, more reviews equal sooner chapters.