Chapter 2
After much argument the three agreed to go inside.
"What happened here?" Hermione murmured
"I don't know, Granger" Ron snapped "Maybe we should find out where here is exactly."
"Hey guys, look" Harry pointed to a group of three people coming down the stairs, chatting amongst themselves. "We could ask them."
They walked up to the three and their jaws dropped as they faced mirror images of themselves.
"Blimey Harry, he looks just like you!" the other Ron said and the other Harry and the other Hermione pulled out their wands.
Harry stared at the wand tip that was directed at his face. He then looked at its owner. The similarities were obvious, yet the differences profound. Harry lived in a world where he was safe from harm, (You-know-who did not attack half-bloods without reason.) and where he had a loving family who doted upon him, and rightly so he thought.
This other Harry looked like hell. He was pale, filthy and it seemed like he hadn't had a good meal in a long time. His baggy clothes were ripped, torn and stained with blood (Whose, he had no idea.). His face was tired. Harry looked into the other Harry's eyes and saw shock that mirrored his own, but he also saw un-consolable grief. Last of all he noticed a small lightening shaped scar on his fore head.
The other Ron recovered from his stupor, removed his arm from around Hermione's waist and drew his wan too. Wait...Ron's arm around Hermione's waist? What?
Apparently, Harry wasn't the only one who saw this action as Hermione gasped and Ron stared, dumb-struck, at his counter-part.
"WHAT THE HELL?"