To those who didn't see above, this is a collection of story ideas that I might or might not continue with if I have the time. This particular collection is a bunch of Harry Potter AUs.
Disclaimer: I do not, never have and never will own Harry Potter.
Harry in another dimension, like that hasn't been done before.
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How could two versions of one person be so completely different? They didn't even look the same, although the similarities were present. The one on the right was taller and bulkier. His dark hair was artfully ruffled and he wore expensive-looking robes and glasses.
In comparison, the one on the left was smaller and painfully thin. He had numerous scars and his black hair was longer and less styled. His spectacles were battered and he wore a dull black robe over an old t-shirt, threadbare jeans and a worn pair of sneakers.
But the thing that truly distinguished one version from the other was the eyes. The first pair was a clear, sparkling green; proud and young and the colour of a grassy meadow in summer. They were warm and bright and alive.
The second pair was older, colder and darker. They were clouded with exhaustion and sorrow and deadened by pain. While also green, they were the beautifully terrifying hue of the Avada-Kedavra curse.
One person, two worlds, two lives, two souls. As different as day and night, but both born Harry James Potter, only son of Lily and James Potter. Two Harrys. Somewhere, the Universe was laughing itself into a stupor.
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James stared at the 'Warrior' Dumbledore had summoned. The headmaster had explained that the ritual created a portal through time and space, through reality itself, to call forth that which was most needed. Clearly something had gone wrong, as they had just received an alternate version of his son. An alternate version of his son that seemed unspeakably angry. Why did he have two wands? And was that a sword at his waist? James blinked and focused as the boy spoke.
"What the hell have you done?" he hissed. James idly noticed a vivid scar on the boy's forehead, half-obscured by his roughly-cut bangs. Albus stepped forward, the comforting smile on his face wavering slightly when the boy pointed one of his wands at him and drew back with a snarl.
"My dear boy, you have been summoned here to assist us in our war against a powerful Dark Lord. The ritual has called you from an alternate world to our own as we need your help. My name is…"
"I know exactly who you are!" the boy spat. "Haven't you caused enough damage? I thought that after everything was over I'd be free of your meddling in my life, but apparently not!" Dumbledore seemed shocked by the venom in the boy's voice and tried to protest but was silenced once again by the summoned Harry. "I did everything that was required of me! Voldemort is dead and you still won't leave me in peace! I sacrificed my life for your precious 'Greater Good', dammit!"
"Wha'?" Dumbledore gaped. He was clearly having some trouble adjusting to the fact that the boy he had just summoned obviously hated him. James heard harsh laughter and turned. There stood Snape, the much hated spy for the Order, his black eyes dancing with unconcealed mirth at the headmaster's expense. The boy's eyes flickered to Snape and his scowl deepened.
"Oh, so you're still alive too, huh? Figures. This reality is just going to suck," he growled, lowering his wands and stowing one away up his sleeve. Dumbledore appeared to have shaken off his surprise and hesitantly recaptured the boy's attention.
"Harry…It is Harry, isn't it?" When the boy nodded, he sighed in relief and spoke again. "Clearly there have been some mistakes on my alternate self's part, but I assure you, I would never ask you to sacrifice your life for this!" Harry glared at him.
"You want me to help you kill Voldemort again! Of course, taking on the Dark Lord is a walk in the park and no threat to anyone's safety at all! Those lemon drops have gone straight to your head, old man, and nobody seems to realize it but me. But…whatever. Just point me in the direction of old snake-face. Let's get this over with so I can go back to my misery in peace." James felt it was time to make his presence known and cleared his throat. Harry turned to him and James caught a flash of pain cross his face before it once more settled into a scowl. "What?"
"Perhaps we'd better explain the full situation before we do anything," James suggested, glancing at Albus. The headmaster nodded.
"Very well, James. We shall discuss this in my office. Minerva, could you organize the others and get the Great Hall cleaned up? Thank you, my dear. James, Severus, come with me. Harry, if you would?" Everybody scattered in different directions, James following Albus out of the hall, Harry striding ahead of them, muttering irritably and Snape trailing behind, still chuckling.
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Albus gazed worriedly at the youth in front of him. Of all the possibilities he'd anticipated when he'd performed the ritual, this had not been one of them. The boy had positioned himself in a corner of the office, close to the door, as though expecting to be attacked at any moment, and was now watching the three men with wary, distrustful eyes. He was so thin. And those scars. Albus shuddered to think about what the child had gone through to come out so hardened and bitter. What had his alternate self done to the boy? Clearing his throat in discomfort, he tried to smile at the child.
"Lemon drop?" If looks could kill, he'd be dead a thousand times over.
"It might be easier if we knew what was different between our two realities before we discuss the matter of Voldemort. After all, you are nothing like the Harry Potter we have in this dimension," Dumbledore said, glancing at a curiously-silent James Potter and the now-smirking Severus Snape.
"Fine. Question one: Is there a prophecy? Question two: What do you know about Horcruxes? And Question three: Why hasn't anyone poisoned you with those ridiculous sweets yet?" Harry shot back. Dumbledore blinked.
"Well, I'm not quite sure. Firstly, I do not know anything about a prophecy. Secondly, what would you know about such dark magic? And thirdly, I scan all my lemon drops before eating them." The headmaster smiled when the youth sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Well, if there's no prophecy, why haven't you just killed him already? I mean, come on! The guy's more than a little insane, you know? Or was that just my Voldemort?" At their confused faces, he sighed again. "The Voldemort of my reality split his soul into seven Horcruxes, eight actually but that was accidental on his part. Anyway, mutilating his soul like that left him more than a little unstable. He was still a bitch to put down though. I tell you, Horcrux hunting is not my idea of a great time." They gaped at him and he scowled. Snape began chuckling again.
"Look, can we just get this over with? I'd like to get back to my own reality as quickly as possible, preferably without having to deal with any more annoying dead guys," Harry snarled, throwing Snape a filthy look. Dumbledore shook himself.
"Yes, yes, of course. Well, I'll have Minerva make you a file of all we know about this reality's Lord Voldemort, shall I? And in the mean time, you can stay with your alternate self and his family," the headmaster smiled.
"Joy," muttered James Potter under his breath as Harry groaned.
"Can't I just hide out here in the dungeons somewhere, or something?" he asked dully, clearly not expecting Dumbledore to agree. And he was right.
"Nonsense! I'm sure the Potters will be thrilled to have you! After all, it's not every day you get to meet family members from an alternate reality," Dumbledore beamed.
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Grumpy little thing isn't he? And Snape really freaked me out with all his laughing, but I seriously didn't mean to write him like that. He just ended up that way, they have minds of their own, I swear! Anywho, that's one of them done.
DeadFoxy out!