Author's Note:

I'm kinda new to writing fanfics so please bear with me. Also, English is not my native language so if there are some grammatical errors, I would appreciate it if you would point it out for me. Thanks in advance!

Oh, just a heads up, don't expect daily updates, it would probably take me months (Possibly even a year or more. LOL. I've yet to update another fanfic that I posted months ago) to update this story. Sorry guys.

And if you have any suggestions or ideas and comments about the story I would love to hear them.

Thanks guys!

Summary:

Desperate times calls for desperate measures. That is why the Order of Phoenix all agreed to do a ritual that could give them a chance to win the war. What they didn't expect was to summon another Harry from a different universe. (In w/c Canon!Harry is summoned to an AU where Neville is the chosen one)

CHAPTER 1

Pain. That was all he felt. He could feel it in his entire body. He was no stranger to pain, he was used to it all his life. It's what all he knew as he grew up. But this felt on an entirely different level. He could even feel pain on his magic that he didn't even know was possible.

It was as if every fibre of his body was being torn piece by piece. He could feel his magic struggling as he felt it being sucked out of his body. And then all of a sudden, it stopped.

The floor beneath him felt cold and different, it was no longer the dusty wooden floor of the Grimmauld Place but it felt like a cold marble floor instead.

His mind instantly thought that he was in the Malfoy Manor. He opened his eyes and saw that he was inside a dark large room. He could see that there were several silhouettes in front of him.

Within an instant he stood up, his wand in his hand and pointing it towards the possible enemies. He stumbled and could not focus his eyes on the figures that were surrounding him. His body felt incredibly weak after what had happened to him, he could already feel his knees giving out.

"Who the bloody hell are you? And where the fuck am I?" He rasped, his throat sore from all the screaming he did earlier. His gaze focused on the person going towards him. He could tell it was a woman by her hair and her slim figure. Another person tried to stop her as she approached closer to him. "I will not ask again", he said threateningly as he took a step towards the red headed figure he was pointing his wand at.

As his vision adjusted to the darkness in the room, he can finally see clearly the face who he was pointing his wand at. And it was not a face he ever expected to see again. The wand slipped from his grasp as he stared at her. She definitely looked older, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was her.

There were tears pooling from her eyes, and she was staring at him as if he was the one who had come back from the dead, not her. She took another step forward, her hand reaching for his face, her eyes staring at him as if he was a miracle.

"Oh, Harry. My baby boy. You're alive. You came back." Her voice cracked, as the tears began falling freely from her eyes.

"Mum?" he asked in a broken voice. And then, within a second he could feel his body collapsing. The last thing he saw was her mother and other figures behind her running towards him.

A/N:

Soooo? What do you guys think? Love it or hate it? Let me know in the comments. Thanks!

Yes, I know it's too short. I'm already half way done with chapter 2. If I receive reviews maybe it'll help me finish it quicker. *wink* *wink*