A/N: This is my second story and my first attempt to a Harry Potter Fanfic =). Up in till Harry's death it follows cannon and that probably won't change.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own the world and plot.

Well enough talk and on with the prologue.

The wind blew gently through the Forest as Harry walked to his doom. Harry made no attempted to draw his wand as the Dark Lord drew his.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said softly, very softly...almost as his voice was part of the gentle breeze or the cackling fire "the boy who lived."

None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling strongly against his binds, Bellatrix was panting in her excitement, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his, the flow of her hair in the wind, her cheerful smile and laugh. ¨ Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he were to proceed. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed his fears

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

Harry saw nothing but darkness. Is this what it's like to die? He thought to himself.

Suddenly he felt himself laying face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there... He was not perfectly sure where there was himself.
A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was laying, definitely laying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.

Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.

A bright yellow light washed over him, he turned around and looked into it. He could make out a humanoid form seemingly sitting down in the midst of the bright light.

Barely had the wish formed in his head than robes appeared a short distance away. He took them and pulled them on. They were soft, clean, and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared just like that, the moment he had wanted them...

He gave the place a quick glance over; it was a large room much larger than the Great Hall. Maybe he was in the Room of Requirement. It kinda reminded him of King's Cross station, just without the trains... and a lot cleaner.

Harry thought sorely of the things that just occurred... Voldermort was now on his way to kill his surviving friends and there was nothing he could do about it.

He just hoped they would be able to kill Nagini and finish Voldermort off once and for all.

The glowing light moved slightly. Harry turned back to the glowing form and stared at it.

"Hello?" he called hesitantly.

"Greetings, Harry." a booming voice said. It was very similar to that of Professor Albus Dumbledore.

"How do you know my name?" Harry asked the glowing figure

"Oh, your friend Albus asked me to come and talk to you for a short while."

Harry looked closer at the form, he couldn't make out the face very well, but he could see a flowing white beard. The more he looked the more his eyes began to hurt so he looked away. "Am I dead?"

"Well that depends." the voice said thoughtfully

"Depends on what?"

"What you mean by 'dead'."

"Am I..." Harry paused for the right words "Gone? Has my soul left the world?"

"Ahh... Now that is a million golden coins question. The answer is simple; you are dead if you wish to die. To go on."

"Do I have the choice to go back and help my friends?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I was getting to that." the voice said suddenly irritated "I am here to give you a choice."

"What kind of choice?"

The voice sighed "You youngsters are always so impatient..." it muttered under its voice. "You have three choices; you can return to your friends if you wish, finish what you started, defeat your enemy Voldemort. Bring good to your world."

Harry looked hopeful as the voice continued.

"Or you can peacefully go to the afterlife. You have had a long and productive life, surely you are tired."

"What is the last choice?" Harry asked curiously

"You would know if you let me finish speaking!" the voice muttered to himself again. "Ye gods, Albus. You owe me big time for this." to Harry he said out loud "Or, you can go on a small vacation."

"What do you mean by 'vacation'?" Harry asked again, he couldn't help but let his curiosity take over.

"You can go to another dimension, another place in space time and all that other... muggle crap. You can go to another place."

"Why would I want to go there?" Harry asked, a vacation did sound nice... but his friends needed him.

"There is a place that needs your help, it needs a hero." The voice continued he was beginning to sound a bit wishful. "You could always return to your dimension when you are done."

"Do you want me to go there?" Harry questioned.

"I think," the voice said "that if you choose to go to this place, this alternate dimension, there is a chance you might do great good. Then again I can't promise anything but it might even help you out a bit. Toughen you up; give you an edge and what you need to defeat Voldemort."

Harry looked at the floor silently for a few moments. On one hand, he wanted to return as soon as he could, but on the other hand if he could go to this place the stranger was talking about...

"You can always return to your own dimension." the voice said again, he sounded quite hopeful that Harry was even thinking of going to this mysterious dimension.

"Then I'll go." Harry said decidedly. "I'll go to this place and do what I can."

The light suddenly grew bright and the tone of the person suddenly grew much more cheerful.

"Then it's settled! I'd tell you to back some bags but you won't be needing them." it said cheerfully suddenly growing taller as if it just stood up. The light began vibrating, an aura of happiness radiated off of it,

"Hold on." Harry said suddenly

The bright light stopped moving

"Yes?"

"How long will I be there for?"

"Hmmm... about sixty years, more or less. But it will only be a second in your world."

Harry nodded "Then what am I waiting for? I have another world to save"

"When you open your eyes." the light said "You will be on an island about the same size to the one you know as Australia. Good luck Harry."

"Thanks. For some reason, I feel like I'm going to be needing it."

Harry closed his eyes, for a moment before he paused and opened them again

"Hold on! Sixty years?"

"Have a nice time!" the voiced called.

Shutting his eyes again, it almost felt he had just apparated. Something tugged at his naval and jerked him away.

He felt like he was spinning for several minutes before he slowly creaked his eyes open and tried to move. It was several minutes before his blurry eyes got accustomed to the darkness around him. Harry was in the midst of a large forest. He could hear the cackle of a fire nearby. Harry's head was pounding like he never felt before (And he had some pretty bad headaches in his life). He tried to move but found he couldn't.

… He was bound to a tree. Just great…

Struggling against the ropes that bound him was useless. Where ever that speaking light had sent him, it was not his idea of a vacation.

Harry sighed, he didn't have his wand, he had no idea where he was and he was starving

A short figure, that reminded him of a dwarf, walked up to him, it was curiously clad in a metal helmet with a large spike sticking out the top. It was wearing a rough leather shirt with heavy steal chain mail draped over its shoulders and had metal pants and spiked boots on. An axe was in one of its hands while a particularly large shield that had an emblazoned mountain crossed by a axe on it.

A long beard adorned its face and above it beady black eyes peered from the sides of the helmet's nose protector.

"Oi Qenaz, it seems da lad has fin'lly woke'n up."

I decided to write this a while back when I first started Chronicles of Another Dimension. It's NOT OC centered like Chronicles of Another Dimension is. It also might cross over with it towards the end. I might take some oc requests, if anyone wants to maybe add a small character to befriend Harry and help him out in his new Adventure or thwart him and plan his downfall.

It might be a while before I put out the first actual chapter. I just decided to put the prologue out to see how it was liked and if I should continue it. The Chapters are going to be long (around 20,000 words each) and better written unlike my other story.

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