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Sequel to New World over on Kirallie

Chapter 1

Harry sat on a bench in Central Park and just stared at the city, he was so confused. He remembered seeing Sam, hearing gun shots but nothing else really until he woke in the hospital….in New York. Why had he been moved so far and where was Sam or Pastor Jim? He'd tried the numbers he could remember but there had been no answer so here he was in the park, as surrounded by nature as he could get here, trying to find them with magic. The results scared him more than he could say. He couldn't find Sam or Dean or Jim or Bobby…..anyone he knew even from school. He had a sinking suspicion what had happened and it hurt so much to even consider but the evidence was adding up.

Magic felt different, familiar in a way. Something he hadn't felt since he was a teenager but despite that it felt like someone had punched him in the chest without being able to feel Sam. He felt so lost and confused and he didn't know what to do. He'd run from the hospital as soon as he could, using magic to make them forget him while he did so. Now he didn't know what to do. He'd transfigured his clothes so that they were no longer ragged and filthy but other than them all he had was a protection ward Pastor Jim had given him years ago and a handful of galleons he had on him when he arrived at Jim's and had kept for sentimental reasons. All of this was kept hidden in a magical tattoo on his upper right shoulder that he had done while at college. It had hurt and the tattoo artist had been confused by the design but it had worked and he had a small wizarding storage space linked to it.

He got up and began wandering the city, looking for clues only to come across a store front that no one else seemed to see. He slipped through the throngs of shoppers and opened the door to walk inside and was unsurprised to find the occupants in a mix of muggle and wizarding clothing. He sat in a booth and picked up a menu, smiling slightly as he spotted pumpkin juice among the drink options.

"Can I take your order?"

"You accept English Galleons?"

The girl grimaced but nodded. "Yes sir." Her answer was stiff which was odd.

"Then I'll have a coffee, black and the number four thanks." She wrote it down and left so Harry relaxed and subtly checked out the other patrons. No one stood out as overly threatening. His food soon arrived and he dug in, he was starving. He finished and paid. "I just arrived in New York and was wondering if you could direct me to the nearest magical shopping district."

"Out back, just tap on the statues head three times."

"Thanks." He headed out back and did as she said. Sure enough the wall of the alley folded away to revolve a far more modern looking shopping district than Diagon Alley. It was also quitter but from the date he figured it was still school term so all the kids would be away. He found a shop selling newspapers and bought one before casually browsing for a while. Eventually he sat down to read the Scribe's Pen and his eyes went wide at the headlines. What the hell?

'British Wizengamot disbanded by Lord Voldemort.' 'Mundane-born Registry Approved.'

He quickly scanned through the articles and then got up and headed for the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts kept back copies of the Prophet so he hoped it was the same here. Sure enough there was a massive set of filing cabinets and a stack of blank parchment available. Thinking it over he started in the 1970's, the time of Voldemort's first rise back home. Sure enough he began finding snippets of information on attacks in Britain. He reached the year he supposedly beat the man but there was nothing but more attacks and spreading terror. Voldemort never fell. He began copying the articles he felt were important onto the supplied parchment. When he was done he gave the shopkeeper a few galleons to cover the paper and then shrank the paper and put it away. He left the store and then the alley, heading for a cheap motel. He magically pickpocketed a rather rich individual to pay for a room and then settled in to read. What he found horrified him. This world had not had the thirteen years of uneasy peace that his had, here Voldemort had never fallen. But the names of those who had was terrible, the Weasley's were almost totally gone, the Diggory's, Bones', so many families and classmates gone.

He curled up on the bed and closed his eyes, fighting tears. This world may have magic but it wasn't his world. Why was this happening to him? He had accepted being the only wizard in Sam's world, had grown to feel at home there with Pastor Jim as an uncle like figure. He didn't really miss his birth world anymore after so many years, the bad there had outweighed the good. And it looked like this world was even worse. So why was he here? Not to mention how, the first time he had fallen through the Veil. But there had been no magic, just a bullet.

So the question was what now? Should he just stay in America and keep his head down, maybe even continue to live as a muggle, or mundane as they seemed to be called here? Or did he risk it all and return to Britain to try and help? Staying would be the safe option, at least until the situation got bad enough for America to step in but could he live with himself if he did that. And what of the Potter family? He had found the death notices for Charlus and Dorea Potter in 1978 but nothing on James or Lily, let alone a Harry Potter born in 1980. The differences between the worlds were stacking up and he had to make a choice. If there were no other Potters could he claim the Potter fortune here and use it to help? In the end there was no other choice, he had to go to England if he wanted more information.

TBC…

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