"You jerk! You killed them here too! Why couldn't you just stun them? Or are you too much of an evil overlord to do such a thing? Is that it? Did the thought never cross your dark, twisted mind? Asshat," Harry Potter yelled after bursting into the secret base of Voldemort where the Order was currently fighting Death Eaters.

There was only one problem with this. Harry Potter was currently fighting the dark lord Voldemort and losing.

"Harry? But then… What the hell?"

"No no. I'm not Harry. I'm Harry."

"… What?"

"I'm Harry from an alternate universe. I'm not even going to try to explain because I don't quite get it but he," he pointed at Voldemort here, "didn't have to kill my parents for me to live. He could've stunned them and that would have activated my mother's ritual. Also, Dumbledore, love? Seriously? No, more like blood ritual."

Dumbledore looked sheepish. Everyone was wondering why one person bursting onto the scene was enough to stop the entire battle but they were just going along with it.

"Well, my boy-"

"No. I'm not your boy. I don't even know you. For all I know, you could be a reformed dark lord like three dimensions ago or you could be a power hungry Minister of Magic like five dimensions ago and let's not forget you could have been a very angsty teen. That was weird. I had to stop Tommy boy from killing you because he went back in time via Time Portkey. It would be useful knowledge to know something like that exists you know," the other Harry responded while Voldemort indignantly spluttered, "T-tommy boy."

"Well then Harry-"

"That doesn't work either. I was just in Japan in the last dimension because Tommie's follower Lucius Malfoy decided to attempt to take over the Asian Wizarding Society because we had already foiled his plans in the Americas and Europe. He didn't anticipate them being so strong. Advice, don't try to take them over. I didn't have time to do anything but learn Japanese because they destroyed him with barely any effort."

"Fine. Mr. Potter, would you have relied on a blood ritual that borders on dark magic rather than the pure substance of love?"

"Yes. I would. Honestly, the whole love thing never quite cut it for me. Why would he be able to take love out of my blood to resurrect himself? Honestly! Did that even happen here?" Dumbledore and a few others nodded.

"And you! Lupin! What the hell? Why did you never contact me before third year? I know you think you're dangerous because you're a werewolf but I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. Many people want to kill the Boy-Who-Lived. Did it ever cross your mind that one of the many attempts on my life would kill me on my life leaving you to mourn never having even talked to me like ten dimensions ago? I killed Voldemort single-handedly in that dimension because you didn't contact me! And you! What are you doing?" The other Harry stomped over to Harry and, saying, "Give me that,", snatched his wand out of his hand.

"Avada Kedavera. There. That wasn't so hard." The other Harry tossed Harry back his wand as he continued to talk, saying, "Yeah, your soul rips but it is a soul. It mends itself soon enough. Goodbye sirs and madams. I hope you enjoyed this visit because I didn't. Have a good, non-dimension-hopping life."

A portal appeared beside the other Harry and he stepped in leaving a stunned silence.

"Dumbledore! I could have saved a long, drawn-out battle by just using the Killing Curse? I agree with him," Harry pointed to the spot where his other self had just left from, "What the hell?"

A/N: Just a random one-shot that popped into my head. Not very good but I like it well enough. I kind of thought of the beginning and then I forgot to think of the end so if it sucks, blame poor planning on my part. Also, I enjoy using weird words.

This is T for mild cursing and death.

Ja ne!~J. DCF

Completed: August 24, 2010

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