THROUGH IT YET AGAIN
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter story is definitely not mine and if I would be given the chance, I would like to meet the author.
Warning: This is my first fanfiction. I am a frustrated writer at heart. I've never written anything which would require me to borrow characters, places or even some of the supposed to be plots so bear with me on this. Clearly after this story you would know there were many errors. That was because I was just too happy to finally try this out. Hopefully I could get it right along the way. If there would be next time.
Notes:Don't worry this is not another Harry Potter all over again.
Summary:After the defeat of Voldemort, Harry Potter found himself the sole survivor amongst his friends and does not know how to continue on with his life. Then he is suddenly visited by a woman called 'The Keeper' giving him creeping words about parallel dimensions. Confused and angry, Harry is swept to a world where everyone he had known was alive including Voldemort. Now what would Harry Potter do? Is this another deja 'vu for him or a totally different matter?
Chapter 1
Loneliness and Confusion
He defeated Voldemort at the age of sixteen. Vanquished the Dark Lord with his Dementors, along with his loyal Death Eaters. Everyone in the wizarding world had rejoiced and went on with their lives as if they had not known fear. Everyone has been saved and it was all thanks to him- Harry Potter.
So what did he get in return? Publicity? Fame? Fortune? All of it didn't matter to him then and it sure not mattered to him now. The things that he wanted most in the world. The very one thing that he was looking forward before the final battle arrived. The same thing that has been denied of him since the very beginning, cannot and will never come true now --The chance of a normal life with friends and probably family around.
He was too messed up now. Too much has been taken away from him. What was that he said back then to Professor Dumbledore? " I've had enough, I've seen enough", but he went on with his life and had now lost, really lost everything and it happened right after he defeated Voldemort. Just his luck, he was so closed to achieving his wish and now.
He could hear the trinkets of water dripping from the rooftop of the luxurious house he was in and decided to look up at the night sky above which you could see from the transparent roof. It was already dark and clearly it was raining.
"I know you once said to me that it does not do well to dwell in the past," he began to talk again and forced himself to look at the grave in front of him again.
He glanced around the room he was in. The placed was brazened with about the best of everything one can see on a grave. The best for the once Headmaster of Hogwarts.
After the defeat of Voldemort, he made it a point to visit the graves of his parents, godfather, friends including the Headmaster. At first he cried an endless tears on their graves telling them how much he missed them, then cursing at them for leaving him behind and then blamed himself for everything. It went on and on until he no longer have tears to shed.
Now he just talked and talked. Mumbling anything he could think off. He felt crazy talking but it would always calm him down. It kept his sanity in checked.
The headmaster was always the last one he visited. He would linger on his grave until he was forced to leave. To him, the Headmaster was the closest to a father after Sirius, after his real father, James. When the headmaster was still alive, the professor would always say something useful for him to understand.
"But the past is the only thing keeping me together right now." He continued, leaning back from where he was seated. A magical chair which popped in and out intended for the visitors.
"Are you angry at me professor for acting like this?" he asked in a tone as if the one he was talking to would answer. "Please don't push me away. I've got nowhere else to go."
"That I don't know."
Harry suddenly jerked upright and turned to his right from where he heard the voice. His wand already out from his left side pocket behind his robe, pointing it on the direction of the voice but found no one in sight which was really easy since the place was illuminated with the magical candles hovering above.
He knew he didn't just imagine the words a while ago. By now he was confident enough about his instincts. And now his instincts was telling him that there was someone with him right now. He just doesn't see who that person is.
"I'm not in the mood for games. Show yourself." He shouted menacingly.
"No need to shout now."
Harry whirled on his back, his wand now pointing on the woman in front of him. He knew it was a woman from the voice earlier but he couldn't imagine a woman such as the person in front of him.
The woman seemed in her late twenty's, slender, pale white looking and definitely beautiful like the goddess Aphrodite in the mythological book. Her hair gray, which was up to her waist hung behind her. She was wearing a long blue dress which hugged her body firmly, giving away her figure.
Harry narrowed his eyes. He didn't know who the woman was but if she was trying to win him for her physique like any other women he had the unfortunate of meeting after the battle, well clearly she does not know him.
"Who are you?!" his wand still pointing at her.
The woman smiled at him. "There is no need for that and I am not one of them."
The boy who lived was a bit confused at the moment deciphering what she was saying until it hit him that she could read his mind.
"Not really. Just a little." answered the woman.
"Who are you?!"
He saw her walked to the grave of the headmaster and he just watched in caution. He was still waiting for answer as he studied her, he found out she was not wearing anything on her feet.
"They call me 'The keeper'."
Harry was getting impatient with the woman's little information. He couldn't understand himself why he was not hexing her yet. He knew he was not anymore the boy who lived everyone knows. From his previous experience, he taught himself to act first before asking or else he would have already died ages ago.
"You are not doing it because in your heart there is something about me that does not fit."
"Stop reading my mind." He hissed then threw a curse at her which only would have stunned her but she vanished suddenly in a puff of smoke.
"Impatient are we."
Again he whirled on his back. The woman was standing at the entrance door.
"I will talk to you outside." Then vanished again.
Harry almost debated himself from following her. Something was really about her that made him nervous and angry at the same time. He tucked his wand on his robe telling himself he could do without it. Then with one looked at the grave of the headmaster, he exited the house.
It was still raining but Harry didn't mind, not even bothering to put up his hood. He saw her standing at a nearby tree and was a bit shocked that she was not at all getting wet considering the tree not enough to shelter her. With a swift stride, he was in front of her but far enough in case she would try anything.
"You must listen to me for I will say it only once." She began.
"Why would I listen to you. I don't even know you." He shouted a little because of the rain.
"That is why you should listen first."
"Get on with it woman." He knew he was acting like a jerk and couldn't find any respect for her.
The rain abruptly stopped and he looked up immediately at the clearing clouds since he was not below the tree with her. He knew it was the work of the woman and he looked back at her almost immediately as when he looked up.
"You don't need to shout."
"What in the hell are you." He started. "I've never known anyone who could control the weather."
"I told you they call me 'The keeper". I don't have time Harry Potter. The things that happened here and on that world shouldn't have happened. It upsets the balance of every world."
"Just what are you talking about."
"The death of all your friends."
His body emitted a dark shades of aura at the words she said. He shouldn't be listening to her.
"Listen to me," the woman continued calmly, not minding how dangerous the lad in front of her was getting. "Do you want to see them again?"
He was not enjoying where this conversation was going. Harry was now holding a ball of green light hovering above his palm. He could do it now without a wand and there were more things he could do now without a wand.
"I told you I'm not in the mood to play games." Then in one instant he tossed the ball at her at point blank but to his astonishment, she only blocked it with one palm up.
"You are not listening." the woman was now in a serious tone. "I am not an enemy. But I am also not a friend."
He only smirked. "I don't care with what you are about to say now."
"Then it was a waste of time following me here."
He only shrugged. "Yes, but it is not a waste since I would like to get rid of you."
"You have changed."
"Things can change a person. If you can read my mind, change easily the weather then clearly you should not be surprised that a person can change as well."
"But not Harry Potter. You are the boy who lived. The one who saved the wizarding world. The one who would save the wizarding world."
"Would?" repeated Harry. "News flash woman, I already did."
"Not on that world anyway."
"What world are you talking about?! Stop talking in single sentences and say what you really want!"
"Then listen closely," the woman neared him. "I am 'the Keeper', I have the key to the other worlds. The parallel worlds as the scientists in your world have put it. One doing exactly a totally different thing from the other eventhough they have the same body."
He raised a brow. "And what is that got to do with me?"
"This world and this other world have collided in strange things that I cannot imagine. You shouldn't have suffered this much loss and on that world, you shouldn't have died."
Harry was trying to absorb what the woman was telling him and found himself laughing hard.
"I know what it must have been for you."
He suddenly stopped and glared at her. "What, can you feel now what I am feeling? Can you say how much hurt I am in right now? What else do you claim you know?"
He saw the woman's blue eyes glowed with sorrow and he had to avert his eyes from her. She couldn't possibly understand what he was feeling right now. No one can understand.
"You have to go the other world and save them, Harry Potter." She continued.
He then looked back at her, full force. "You expect me to believe with all of this crap?"
"I know you believe me."
"You claimed you can read minds and now you claimed you can travel to the other worlds and that I am needed on the other world because I was not supposed to be dead."
He was practically shouting now, more than a while ago. He could not bring himself to believe this and yet he knew he already believed in this because of some unknown force he was feeling.
"You seem to have many powers, woman, why not save it yourself after all you are 'the keeper'."
"I cannot interfere. It is complicated."
He chuckled. "You are already interfering. Why not do it all the way. I think it is you who messed up and is only looking for someone to bail you out, 'keeper'"
"Harry Potter, you have no choice on the matter."
"Yeah," answered Harry as if contradicting what she said. "Professor Dumbledore said we have choices but my life was laid out upon me and it ran my life up to this day. I'm tired of it. I am no hero anymore. Find somebody else to do your dirty job."
He began to walk out upon her but found her in front of him suddenly. Eyes now turned into red as she grabbed him with both hands on his face. It was all too quickly that he was not able to react and he felt his world began to spin out of control. Before he fell unconscious he could hear the woman said to him that it will be alright.
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