Chapter 1
Rubbing his eyes Harry woke up with the nagging thumping of his head. With the blurriness of his usual eyesight he tried grabbing for his glasses.
Luckily it was on the table next to the bed
So even with his poor eyesight he could somewhat see the figure of his glasses laying on the table beside him.
Once he put on his glasses he carefully accessed his surroundings. With his head still muddled he was confused as to where he was.
It was a room. Looking around the room he could see posters, posters of people he's never seen before. On it saying the number 1 quidditch team.
The room was also decorated in blue stars and around him was a lot of toys, the toys being mostly of lions.
Suddenly realization of what happened came back.
"Another Universe the most similar to this one, if you wish… A life without the death of your Friends your family… If that is...that you could protect them in your new life…."
Ahh- he remembered- death, it gave him another chance, another life. His world, the otherworld, because of Voldemort, because of him; It was half destroyed, the battle took too long so in order to shorten the time Voldemort developed a new deadly spell and tried to kill Harry and in the process missing but ended up hitting an area with a large amount of population of Muggles. It was terrible like a nuclear bomb.
In retaliation to Voldemort, the Ministry Of Magic had no choice but to also go all on out.
One thing lead to another and almost everyone was dead. In the end Hermione Ron and him were the only ones left but not unscathed. It wasn't fair, everyone in their year was gone, even some of the younger kids didn't make it out alive.
But yes, they were given another chance, death had told them that day. On that day death had told them that due to the unbalance in magic and highly unsaturated dark magic-the world would collapse on itself so given a chance, they could either die with it or be placed in another world that is most like their own-but, they must once again defeat Voldemort or any other rising dark lords that might threaten the balance of that world.
With no other choices the three quickly agreed and in a flash of light, here he was. Alone on a bed. Where he was, he didn't know. What was he supposed to do in this situation?
Death promised them that their souls would be fused with the other-world-them bodies, but since their souls magical energy were larger the other-world-them souls would would be absorbed by their souls resulting in slow blurry memories of the other them.
"Hey Kiddo time to wake up!"
Attracting the attention from him was a voice from the doorway.
"Ah looks likes the little champ is already awake huh?"
The man had a wide happy grin on his face as he entered the room. His dark brown messy hair swaying in the slightest movements and his eyes covered in glasses was hazel in a ever changing shade of colour.
Looking at the man in front of him his eyes began to burn.
He was alive
His father was alive.
"Hey, Hey kiddo you alright? Why are you crying, did you have a nightmare? It'll be okay, you're dads here fore you." Sounded the worried voice of James Potter.
He didn't know how or when but next thing he knew he was in his fathers arms crying his eyes out.
"Dad."
"Yes?"
"Dad."
"Yes?"
"Dad?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Y-you're *hic* real *hic* right?"
"Yeah."
"This isn't a dream right."
"No, of course not. Don't worry that was all a bad dream." Said James assuringly while patting Harry's back, and then with that Harry began to cry even harder.
At the entrance of the room a tall yet slim figure entered the room.
"What's wrong? I tell you to wake Harry up but...why is Harry crying?"
Hearing familiar voice of a man who died for him Harry turned his head to the figure.
Looking at at person infront of him with a slim figure and bulging stomach Harry didn't know what to say or think. Until the person next to him started talking.
"Ah Severus sweetheart, Harry was just having a bad dream and he woke up crying, I'll take care of Him."
And with that Harry was sure he was still dreaming.