Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling; *Warning, Deathly Hallows Spoilers* - then Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, and Fred would be alive.

Do I sound like J.K. Rowling to you? No? Good. Cause I'm not.

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"Would you listen to yourself? Are you actually that stupid?"

Harry looked up in complete shock, surprised that Dudley Dursley could call anyone but himself stupid.

"Dudley, don't try me."

"You'll be expelled!"

Harry gave his cousin an odd look; Dudley looked almost . . . gleeful?

"I don't go to school anymore. What are you on about?"

Dudley smiled evilly. Harry didn't like where this was going. "Nevermind, don't answer that. And it's not like I'm not allowed to do magic."

Dudley flinched.

"Oh grow up Dudley! MAGIC!" Harry bellowed so loudly that he could have sworn he heard Uncle Vernon's yell from across the street. Dudley stared at him, open-mouthed and shocked.

Not a minute too soon Vernon Dursley came waddling out of the house and raced as fast as he could towards Harry. Sticking his big, ugly purple face right into Harry's own, he panted, "House – inside – NOW!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't live here anymore."

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to say something, then broke off, looking ecstatic. "Too right you are!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm only here because –" Harry broke off, clutching his throat. Dudley looked horrified, but Uncle Vernon looked as though Christmas had come early.

"He's choking!" He shouted gleefully.

The last thing Harry did was give his Uncle the meanest glare he could summon before he fell to the ground, lifeless. He could have sworn he heard a loud scream right before the pavement came to meet his face.

…

James Potter sighed and turned over in his sleep; he subconsciously nuzzled his head into his wife, Lily's, long dark red hair. She sighed and cuddled closer to him.

BOOM!

They both yelped and jumped up. Lily hurriedly grabbed her wand.

James looked for his, but realized that it was downstairs.

BOOM!

They both jumped again, and James grabbed Lily's arm, dragging her out of bed as silently as he could.

"What – James?"

James put a finger to his lips, making a silent "shh" sound. She nodded and he steered her towards the walk-in closet. She bit her lip and put her hands around her very pregnant belly.

BOOM!

"Ahh!" somebody shouted.

It wasn't James or Lily.

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"Stay right there!"

Harry jumped a mile as he heard a male's voice. He whipped around, drawing his wand out, expecting to see Death Eaters at most. What he saw surprised him so much he dropped his wand.

"D-Dad?"

"Harry?" James suddenly appeared in the doorway. He was clutching his chest with his hand.

"Merlin Harry, my heart was going that fast!"

Harry could only stare, open-mouthed, at his father. His dead father.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

Gaining his sense back, Harry dove for his wand and pointed it straight at James's heart.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

James looked startled. "Harry, it's me . . . it's your father! Put that down!"

"James?" Harry heard a small voice from upstairs ask. James inwardly cursed his bad luck. Harry glanced upwards.

"Who's up there?"

"Your mother, Harry!" James took a step forward, and Harry automatically took a step backwards.

"Don't play games with me, Death Eater!" he snarled.

James stopped dead. He looked as though he'd been slapped.

"Harry – what?"

"You heard me, stay away. This is so messed up, even for you. You're 'Lord' is gone, stay away from me!"

"My Lord? What Lord?" James repeated blankly.

Harry was shaking with anger. "Don't play stupid, Death Eater. What's your real name anyway?"

"James, James Potter – Harry!" James yelped as red and gold sparks erupted from the end of Harry's wand.

"Harry, where did you get that wand?"

"It's mine," Harry snarled, "and you would know it, Death Eater."

"No, that's not your wand Harry. Your wand is willow," James sounded concerned.

Harry laughed. It was a horrible sound for James to hear. He had never heard his son laugh like that, it was cold, menacing.

"Right," he snorted. "And I'm Voldemort."

James tensed. "HARRY!"

"WHAT!" Harry bellowed. "Are you scared to say your Dark Lord's name? Voldemort, Voldemort, VOLDEMORT! Or better yet, how about Tom? You know, his REAL name."

James gulped, he had never seen Harry looking so dangerous. "Harry, please, put the wand down."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Why should I?"

"James?" Harry heard the tentative call again. This time it sounded closer. Harry gasped as a woman with dark red hair, wearing a gold nightgown that exposed her very pregnant belly, walked into the room, looking nervous.

"Harry?" his mother questioned. Harry had to blink back tears. "Mum?"

He dropped his wand. Again.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Lily hurried towards him, and enveloped him in a hug. He automatically stiffened, and backed away from her.

Lily looked hurt.

"Harry, what is it?"

"No, this is too low." Harry whispered.

"Harry?" Lily asked. Her voice was soft. The last time Harry had heard it was when he had resurrected her and his dad.

"Please, don't do this to me," he pleaded, backing away from them both. They exchanged concerned glances, and turned back to Harry.

"Harry, what are you talking about sweetie?"

"Don't call me that." Harry snarled, gaining his confidence back. He automatically leapt for his wand again, but James got to it first. Harry watched, horrified, as his father stuck his wand in his back pocket.

"Give that back!" he shouted.

"I don't know what's gotten into you Harry," James's voice was low. "But it's going to stop right now, you – Harry, what's that on your forehead?"

"You would know," Harry snarled. He could have attacked them both, but there was this tiny hope in his chest that it may be his actual parent's. However tiny that hope was, he wasn't going to chance it.

Lily gasped, and brushed his bangs off his head. Harry flinched away from her. "Get away from me."

Tears welled in Lily's eyes, and Harry had to turn away. He wasn't used to girls crying. It still made him feel awkward.

"Harry, what happened, how did you get that?"

Harry turned to look at them both. "You really don't know do you?"

Seeing the blank looks on their faces, Harry started laughing. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. Blimey, he thought, seeing the looks on his parent's faces, they're going to think I'm batty!

"Call Dumbledore."

This shut Harry up real quick. He looked at them. "I'm sorry?"

His parent's paid him no mind. James had raced towards the fireplace; he grabbed some floo powder, shouted "We need Dumbledore!" and threw it into the grate. Immediately emerald green flames erupted and an old wizard with a beard longer than his midriff came sidling gracefully out of it. He looked at James pleasantly, "you called?" he asked, sounding cheerful.

James leaned towards him and whispered something in his ear; with each whisper Dumbledore's face grew graver, and graver, until finally the cheerful face had all but disappeared.

Meanwhile, Lily was still staring at her son in confusion, paranoia, and anger. Harry wasn't looking at her. He was staring, shell-shocked, at Dumbledore.

No Death Eater in their right minds would have impersonated Dumbledore . . . so that could only mean . . .

"This is real?" Harry asked blankly. James and Dumbledore stopped whispering, and turned to stare at Harry. Lily looked like she was going to cry.

"Harry," It wasn't a question. "Please, sit down," Dumbledore said, as though scared Harry would suddenly explode.

Confused, Harry sat. Dumbledore walked over to him and sat on the seat opposite. His blue eyes stared into Harry's for so long Harry was beginning to feel uncomfortable; he felt like he was being X-Rayed.

"Tell me Harry, how did you get here?"

"I was at my Aunt and Uncle's house . . ." Harry began uncertainly, looking at his parents from the corner of his eyes. They both had their brows furrowed and looked worried.

"And then what happened?" Dumbledore pushed.

"My cousin and I were getting in an, er, argument, and well . . . I kind shouted something and my uncle raced over and then, suddenly, I couldn't talk . . . it was weird. Then I was somehow here." Harry thought it would have sounded bizarre to say that he was 'transported' here.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful face, both of his fingers crossed and up against his lips.

After a slow while, he turned back to Harry. "What did you shout, and why did you shout it?"

Harry blinked. "Magic. And er," he didn't know how he was going to explain their explanations, but he had to give them an answer: "my . . . relatives . . . don't like magic."

"Who're your relatives?" James spoke for the first time.

"I live with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and my cousin, Dudley."

Lily gasped, a hand flying to cover her mouth. Her emerald green eyes were huge and she surveyed Harry as though in a new light. "You live with her? When did this happen?"

Harry was still slightly infuriated, after all, he hadn't ruled out the possibility that they were all actually Death Eaters in disguise. "When I was one," he snapped.

"No," Lily argued, "you lived with us!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!" Lily sounded angry. Harry was strangely reminded of the visit he had paid to Snape's Pensieve, where Lily had been yelling at James.

"I couldn't have lived with you," he yelled, temper rising, "because Lily and James Potter are dead!"

There was an instant silence.

"Please, start from the beginning Harry," Dumbledore said urgently.

"No!"

"Harry," his father warned – or, his impersonated father warned.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, I don't even know any of you! Except you, and you're dead too," he nodded his head to Dumbledore. He didn't even notice the look of shock and understanding that passed his supposedly dead headmaster's face.

"Harry . . ."

Harry whipped around and glared untrustworthily at the headmaster.

"Harry, listen to me. I think you've been transported from a different dimension."

There was a shocked silence. Harry was opening and closing his mouth, apparently at a loss of words. Of course . . . this would explain everything. His parent's, Dumbledore, their shock at seeing him . . . but, then . . .

"You're lying." Harry accused.

"I assure you that I am not, and if you insist, I am willing to go under the influence of Veritaserum."

Lily gasped while at the same time James said, "Albus, you can't be serious!"

"I am completely and 100% serious . . . but under one condition," Dumbledore suddenly looked stern. Harry had to resist the urge to gulp.

"You must answer the questions we ask you truthfully. If you don't want to, then you do not have to go under Veritaserum, but it would help immensely."

Harry was in a state of shock. "Fine," he finally spat.

Dumbledore looked at him solemnly. "Thank you."

Harry's heart just about shattered; whoever these – imposters – were, they definitely knew how best to break Harry.

"Lily, call Severus."

Harry whipped around at the familiar name. "Snape? Snape's here?"

"Professor Snape, Harry," James corrected by habit. Then he realized that this wasn't his Harry. "Sorry," he quickly added. Harry had to resist the urge to laugh, how many times had Dumbledore said the same thing to him?

Meanwhile, Lily had grabbed some floo powder. She threw it into the fireplace, and immediately emerald green flames burst forth. "Severus, come quickly. Bring all of the Veritaserum you have!"

Not a minute later, a greasy-haired man appeared. He looked around the room with a scowl, which turned to surprise when he saw Harry standing there.

"Harry?"

Harry stared at him; Snape had never called him Harry before.

"Give me the Veritaserum, Severus."

Assuming this had to do with Harry, Snape handed the vial over to the Headmaster. He was horrified though, when instead of using it on Harry, Dumbledore tipped the vial into his mouth.

Immediately, his expression went blank.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"How is that possible?"

Dumbledore didn't answer. Harry supposed that was because it was too broad a question.

"Is Albus Dumbledore dead?"

"No."

"Are you really him?"

"Yes."

"Is this really Lily and James Potter?"

"Yes."

"Mother and Father of Harry James Potter?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how I got here?"

No answer.

"Do you have theories as to how I am here?"

"Yes."

"Can you say one?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

No answer.

Harry sighed impatiently. "Do you know who I am?"

"Harold James Potter."

"Harold?" Harry asked in confusion. As far as he was concerned, his name was never Harold.

"Your nickname is Harry . . . in this world."

"What do you mean 'in this world'?" Harry asked suspiciously.

No answer.

"Am I in a different dimension?" Harry asked, comprehension dawning.

"It is a theory of mine," Dumbledore said seriously. His expression wasn't blank anymore. Harry supposed that the Veritaserum wasn't working anymore.

"H-How?" he almost whispered.

Dumbledore sighed. "I think we should discuss this in my office."

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"So . . . if I traveled here . . . what happened to the other Harry – I mean Harold."

"I believe he may still be here, he is currently working as a curse-breaker for Gringotts bank in Egypt."

"A curse-breaker . . ." Harry trailed off uncertainly. "Doesn't Bill do that? Bill Weasley?"

Dumbledore looked simply delighted. "Yes, they are both colleges together – very close. Went to Hogwarts, same year."

"Same year?" Harry echoed in confusion. "That makes me –"

"You are thirty-three in this dimension."

"How old are you now?" James asked curiously.

"Um, eighteen."

"Hm," James looked impressed.

"Hang on, how are you pregnant than?" he demanded of his mother. She opened her mouth to speak, but Dumbledore cut across her. "We shall discuss that piece of information later."

"So . . . so what happened to Sirius and Peter and Remus in this dimension?"

"What do you mean 'what happened'?" James asked sharply. "And who's Remus?"

Harry's heart dropped. "Who's . . . Remus?"

"Yes, that's what I just asked you."

"You mean," Harry looked imploringly at Dumbledore, who sighed. "Remus Lupin did attend this school, but your father and his friends never talked to him . . ."

"Why not?" Harry demanded, turning to look at his parent's. "You guys were his best friends – he's the reason you guys . . . oh!" Harry's eyes widened.

"You aren't an animagus are you?"

"Animagus?" James asked in confusion. "No, why?"

Harry closed his eyes. He could sense the worried stares directed at him, but he couldn't bear to face them.

"No reason," he said quickly. He turned back to Dumbledore, and asked in a low voice that wouldn't carry to his parents, "do you know where Remus currently resides?"

Dumbledore looked at him with a knowing twinkle in his eye. "It just so happens that I do. I'm assuming your parents are friends with him in your world?"

"The best," Harry replied hoarsely. "Does he – does he have his . . . problem?"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, "How do you know about that?"

"Like I said . . . he was my dad's best mate . . . besides Sirius."

"What about Peter?" Dumbledore sounded confused.

"That rat can -!" Harry trailed off, closing his eyes and trying to control his anger. Suddenly the realization of what was happening sunk in.

His eyes snapped open. He felt as though the room was suddenly too small – he couldn't breathe! He backed away from the concerned faces. He thought he could hear somebody saying his name, but he couldn't be sure. There was a loud sound of rushing water in his ears. He had to get out of here!

He backed away from them all. No . . . this wasn't happening . . . he was imagining things . . .

"Harry, Harry!" somebody was shaking him roughly. But he kept his eyes shut tight. He wasn't going to show any weakness. This was . . . he hadn't been prepared.

Just as he was about to drown in his panic –

SLAP!

Harry blinked open his eyes in shock, reaching up a shaky hand to touch his now red cheek. He looked at his mother in shock.

"I'm sorry – but I didn't know what else to do!" she said desperately, her eyes, so like his, were begging for forgiveness.

"It's . . . okay . . ." he said, still staring at her.

"I think it's time you told us about yourself . . ." Dumbledore said, he had his hands clenched tightly on Harry's shoulders. Harry assumed he was the one who had been shaking him.

He glanced to the left, suddenly spotting something he hadn't seen before. "I think it would be better . . . if I showed you . . ." he said, still staring at a diary sitting – somewhat innocently – on Dumbledore's desk. It brought back many memories of his second year.

Dumbledore's eyes widened. "But yes – of course! Come, dear boy, we'll divulge in your memories together!"

Harry didn't like the sound of that. Meanwhile, James and Lily were looking utterly confused.

"What are you talking about?" Lily asked Dumbledore.

"A Pensieve!" James exclaimed suddenly. He turned to look at Harry. "You're willing?"

Harry felt fear in his gut. When they saw what had happened in all his years . . .

"This . . . this isn't going to be pretty. I don't know if your son went through the same stuff as me but . . ." he trailed off, eyes closed.

He jumped as he felt a hand touching his shoulder. "We're here for you," he heard his mother's voice. He smiled slightly.

"Okay," he said. He concentrated hard, putting his wand to his temple, and a silvery string seemed to come out of his temple.

End of chapter 1! How do you like it so far?