AN: Mellow here, finally. I had a dream once... and this is what happened.

I don't have any ownership over Harry Potter. That's all J.

You know when Harry is hit with Avada Kedavra in the seventh book and goes to the train station. Yeah, well, what if that didn't happen? What if he was shoved into a new world, where only two people know what he's talking about, and only one believed him.

This is the story of what would happen.

Harry slowly opened his eyes. His whole body felt stiff. He heard voices around him, but couldn't understand what they were saying. The whole room was blurry, probably because he didn't have his glasses on. He tried to reach for them, but his arm was too heavy to lift. He tried to think about what happened, then his yes fully opened in shock. He had been in the woods; he had died, hadn't he? Was this death? No, it couldn't be. He was lying on a hospital bed. He felt someone put on his glasses. He looked up and saw a red-haired figure by his bed.

"Ginny?" he asked, his throat felt raw and his voice sounded off.

"Shh, Harry. Calm down. Mama's here." Harry was confused and closed his eyes for a second. "Keep your eyes open, honey. Come on, you can do it. Wake up now. It's time to wake up."

Harry sat up slowly, but was held down by the woman. "Mom?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Mom's here. Just lie down, but try to stay awake."

Harry sat up quickly. "HOW? But you were-. You're alive!"

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" She laughed. "Now lie down, we want to make sure you're okay." Lily turned and talked to a Doctor Harry just realized was there. She turned back to Harry. "Harry, I need to go check on your brother. Your father is on his way, he's picking up your sister from school. I'll be back when I can."

"My sister?" Harry tried to ask, but she had already left. The doctor sat next to him, and Harry was strongly reminded of his Headmaster. They even looked alike.

"Hello Harry. My name is Doctor Dumbledore. Could you tell me if you are in any pain or discomfort."

Harry was confused. Was this Dumbledore's brother or another relative? Maybe he had a twin brother. "No, I just feel kind of stiff, like I've woken up from a long nap."

The doctor smiled. "Good. Could you tell me the last thing you remember?" Harry wasn't sure what to say, the doctor was clearly muggle since he didn't see anything magical. But why would he be brought to a muggle doctor?

"Umm…" Harry tried to think of what to say. "I was in the woods by my school, and I saw this green light…" Harry said cautiously.

The doctor frowned. "Can you tell me your name and age?"

"My name is Harry Potter, and I'm 17." The doctor frowned again. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Harry, your name is not Harry Potter. Your name is Harrison Evans. You are 12, not 17." Harry was shocked, he didn't believe the doctor, but what the doctor said about his age did make sense. He didn't feel or sound 17 anymore, so he believed the doctor about that. What he couldn't believe was the fact that his last name was Evans, or that his parents were alive, or that he had a brother and sister.

The doctor interrupted his thinking. "Harry, what are your siblings' names?"

"Umm…" Harry was at a loss. He had no clue. The doctor frowned, but before he could say anything a nurse rushed in. A nurse that looked very much like Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly, calm down." The doctor was saying. "What's the matter?"

"It's Tom. Albus, he's destroying the room and we can't get him to calm down!" The doctor's eyes widened and he ran out of the room. Harry was left, even more confused than before. Harry, too confused for his own good, stood and walked out of the room in the direction the doctor went. He continued walking, surprised at the lack of doctors, until he heard screaming from a room close to his. He walked over and looked inside. He couldn't see who was doing it, only hear the familiar screams. He wondered where he had heard them before.

Harry quietly walked in and walked towards the boy. He was grabbed by his 'mom'.

"Harry, what are you doing!? You should be in your bed, not here!" At her words the boy destroying the room froze. He turned around and Harry gasped as the boy's eyes widened.

"Harry?" the boy asked quietly as Harry said "Tom." At the same time. Standing in the middle of the room was the eleven-year-old boy Harry had seen in the pevensive in Dumbledore's office. Tom Marvolo Riddle. All was silent as Harry and Tom glared at each other.

AN: I need a name for their new sister. Any ideas?