Here's the real chapter. Sorry about the past few screw ups. Thanks for reading!

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"Hey Rosie! Wait up, would you?" Ginny Weasley was running through the halls trying to catch up to the third year. When she finally got to her Ginny said, "So? Are you ready for that Muggle Studies test?"

Ginny had been tutoring Rosemary in Muggle studies as her father was head of the misuse of Muggle artifacts in the ministry. Though she didn't know much about it; her father often added magic to change the purpose of an item.

"I guess so. I just don't understand how eletrikity works. I don't think any more studying will help either." The surviving Potter child replied.

"That's how I felt any first. Honestly, the first test is just a way for Professor Burbage to tell how much you do understand it. You'll spend more time on it next year."

As they started to go around a corner, Rosie said, "I hope you're right. I don't know if I ca-" but only got that far because she collided with a familiar woman.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?" Rosey asked.

Her mother looked up to see who she had knocked into. Seeing it was her daughter, she sighed and said, "Sweetie, I know we don't hug very often, but did you really need to hit me so hard? I think you bruised my head." The girls giggled

"Sorry mum. Didn't see you."

"It's fine. Oh, while I have you, have you seen your father recently? He and that dog are supposed to meet me for dinner tomorrow and said they'd be here by now."

"Sorry, haven't seen him since last week when they came for... you know." Rosie got quiet realizing how touchy of a subject it was. Last week had been Halloween, and her parents and uncle Sirius had been locked up in their rooms again.

Since she never met her brother, Rosie felt no need to mourn a stranger, and had spent the night playing chess with Ginny, trying to cheer her up as best she could. The red head had spent the night mourning her own brother, who had died on the same night when he was a first year. That year, a mountain troll had found its way into the school, and while Ron had been trying to save another first year girl, a Hermione Granger that had no friends, both had been killed. No one had figured out how it got in the school, but the dark arts professor, Professor Quirrel, had gone missing only a month later. Most suspected he had been trying to gain access to Hogwarts for Voldemort, but then got punished for failing too many times.

Sometimes, Rosie wondered why so many children had died. She figured it was in order to break the wills of their parents.

Lily looked sad for half a second, but quickly smiled. "Thanks anyway, Rosemary. I'll see you two in class. Study hard!" She called as they went their separate ways.

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It wasn't long before the four Gryffindors saw a familiar blonde figure skipping along the halls.

Seeing their friend, Harry called out, "Luna! Would you like to walk with us?"

She turned around and smiled. "Harry! I didn't know you were here. Ron? Neville? And Hermione! How lovely!" Luna spoke enthusiastically.

Hermione looked at her strangely. "Luna, are you feeling quite alright?"

"Oh just fine now that you all are here. I suppose I should take you now, then."

"Where?" Now used to the Ravenclaw's airy ways, Ron had much more patience with her than he did when first meeting her.

"Well, I think this situation best calls for going to McGonagall. She should know." Luna answered thoughtfully.

With that, she skipped off, leaving the others to attempt to keep up with her. They'd given up on trying to get a straight answer, as she seemed to want to be as vague as possible.

The journey to see the professor was quiet, but that was to be expected as it was almost dinner time, and students were usually . It wasn't until they reached the portrait of the fat lady that they questioned where they were going.

"Luna, why are we at our common room? McGonagall's office isn't here anymore. She's headmistress now, remember?" Hermione gently questioned.

"Don't worry, she's here. I know it. Just go into the head houses office. She's there."

Luna then spoke the password; it surprised them for two reasons. The first was that she knew the password at all. The second was that it had changed from "Victory at last", which had been the password since the term started, to "Baruffio".

Entering the room without Luna, Harry murmured, "I 'spose someone changed the password and is spreading it around."

The others looked sceptical, though that was not the dominant expression on their faces. They were all very nervous and paranoid, as anyone could see, if there was anyone around.

Neville approached the door cautiously, knowing that the other three were scanning the area for danger. They often wondered if they would ever stop looking for the enemy where they knew there wasn't one, but today wasn't that day. Hesitantly, Neville knocked on the door and opened it after hearing a shrill "Come in".

Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, so the four relaxed when they saw their professor standing and reading a transfiguration text, muttering to herself. This wasn't unusual, even after giving up her post as transfiguration teacher.

"Luna said you wanted to speak with us, professor?" Harry questioned, stepping forward.

"Luna? Lovegood? I don't recall asking her to find anyone." She looked up to see who had entered, and a confused look came over her face. "Who are you? You aren't students here. How did you get in here?"

"Professor? It's me. Harry? Don't you recognize us?" Seeing the perplexed look become even more so, he continued exasperatedly, "Come on, professor. We've been your students for 7 years now. We fought in the war together?" Now seriously concerned with how she didn't recognize them, all four backed up and drew their wands discreetly. "You aren't Professor McGonagall, are you?"

She squinted her eyes suspiciously at their behavior and pursed her lips when they drew their wands. "I can assure you I am. What I would like to know is who you are, and what you're doing in my office."

This surely was their stern professor, Hermione thought, and put her wand away. Harry and Neville followed immediately, knowing how well Hermione knew their headmistress.

Ron wasn't so convinced, and pointed his wand at her. "If you are McGonagall, then why don't you tell us how many detentions Fred and George served their first year."

"I don't see how you would know, boy, but I will answer, if only to get you to put your wand away. They served a record of two-hundred and thirty-seven detentions."

Now that all of them were sure it was their teacher, they relaxed from the fighting stance they had shifted into.

"Well, you seem to know me, so why don't you tell me who you are, and how you're in my office."

No matter how bemused they were before, they were now thoroughly lost.

Again, Harry spoke up for the rest of them. "What are you talking about Professor? You must recognize us. It's me, Harry. Harry Potter?"

The transfiguration teacher widened her eyes, giving her an owl-like look. She bolted to the floo, saying "Headmaster's office" and after a few seconds came out. She then turned to them and said, "Who are you three, then?"

Puzzled as she was, Hermione spoke up. "I'm Hermione Granger, that's Ron Weasley, and this is Neville Longbottom, ma'am."

As she finished her sentence, McGonagall gasped and a person came through the fireplace. As soon as he stepped into their line of sight, the students immediately whipped out their wands.

The man frowned. "Well, that certainly isn't a response I receive often in my own school."

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Albus Dumbledore was having a very boring day so far. There was very little Dark Lord activity recently, so he had no leads. Couldn't do anything about that. No students had played any interesting pranks, so there wasn't anything to look forward to at dinner. His lemon drop supply was quickly depleting, so he couldn't get those out until the other order came in, in fear of finishing off the last of them and not having any if he had a sudden craving. Yes, it certainly was a boring day today.

That is, until the Deputy Headmistress frantically called him to her office for something urgent. He walked over to the drawer he kept his wand in, which was also unfortunately where he kept his licorice snaps. He didn't like them anymore, so he decided to use them as guards for his wand. Quite inconvenient at times like this when he had very little time to coax them into handing it over.

It took a while longer than he would have liked, but Albus was able to snatch it from the vicious candy. As he entered Minerva's office, he found that he was at the end of four wands.

"Well, that certainly isn't a response I receive often in my own school." He joked.

This appeared to be the wrong thing to say, as all four of the slightly familiar strangers now entered a fighting stance behind the boy with glasses.

"Perhaps you would like to speak first then, as you obviously don't trust me." Dumbledore spoke kindly.

Unsurprisingly, the boy in glasses spoke. "Who are you?"

Smiling, Dumbledore said, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, at your service."

"Are not!" The red headed boy exclaimed, before being elbowed by the smart looking girl.

The leader spoke again. "If you're Dumbledore, then you'll know what Voldemort's father's and mother's names were."

This was not what he was expecting at all. First off, not many had the courage to speak the name, not even his staff. There was another thing that worried the ancient man: no one knew those names. He himself only had found out three years prior. Nevertheless, he answered. "His mother's name was Merope Gaunt, and his father's name was Tom Riddle, after whom Voldemort was named."

Though this was obviously the right answer, the response was not correct. The boy in the back dropped his wand in shock, the girl gasped and brought her hands to cover her mouth, and the red haired boy gaped at him. The leader was the most unusual response, as he paled and cast a very powerful bubble shield around only Dumbledore and himself. Now they could not see the others at all.

This impressed him greatly, though he was careful not to show it. Albus had not mastered this particularly difficult spell until he was well into his sixties. Even with his elder wand, he couldn't ever get it to work for him. Not that he used it very often. It was a very obvious shield that gave away your position in battle and was not worth the magic it required to power the spell.

It didn't take very long for the boy to speak. "Is that really you sir?"

Albus' eyebrows knitted together. Why were these strangers so convinced it wasn't him?

"I am quite sure that it is me. Now that you know who I am, would you mind telling me who you are?"

When he said this, the boy gained a very pained look on his face. "It's me, professor. Harry Potter. Do you mean to say you don't know who I am either?"

It was the headmaster's turn to pale. That was impossible. It couldn't be him.

"Oh I absolutely know who you are. Or at least who you are trying to impersonate."

Albus' wand seemed to appear out of thin air into his hand. This again received an odd reaction. Instead of a reciprocated wand pointed at him, he got bemused look, followed by a laugh.

"Blimey, never thought I'd see the day my old headmaster would point his wand at me. If you don't believe me, ask me something only I would know. It's only fair, I asked you one."

Albus thought for a moment before finding a satisfactory question. "What is your father's nickname and what was the name of his group of his friends when he was here at Hogwarts?" He was quite sure only he and the people he spoke of knew it, as well as Lily.

Once more, the boy laughed, this time with much more humor. "My father's nickname was Prongs, Sirius's was Padfoot, Remus was Moony, and Pettigrew was Wormtail. All of them made up the Marauders."

Seeing Dumbledore lower his wand in awe, the boy, Harry, lowered the shield and said, "Now if you don't mind, could you tell me what is going on?"

"I would quite like to know myself. Why don't we continue this conversation in my office?"

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This had to be the strangest thing to ever happen to Harry, which was certainly saying something. It would have taken a complete idiot to not figure out what had happened. Obviously, in the time he and Dumbledore had been in the shield, the others had figured it out as well. As soon as he turned Hermione, she whispered to him, "An alternate universe? Really? One were none of us are alive probably, right? Oh how exciting! I mean, not us being dead, but the new world! If we are different here, then other things must also be different!"

Before leaving McGonagall's office, Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Would you mind if we stay here to talk for a moment? We'll be there in a bit, just leave the floo open."

With a smile and a twinkle in his eyes, Dumbledore nodded and walked into the flames. McGonagall glanced back at the teens before following Dumbledore.

"Alright, alternate universe. Great. Any ideas for this conversation?"

"Speaking to your dead headmaster isn't exactly a normal occurrence for us, mate." Ron said sarcastically.

"Well then you won't have to talk. In fact, Harry, why don't you just talk with him? We'll just jump in when we need to." Hermione said.

Harry looked around. "You guys really want me to take the reigns on this?"

"You're the best at these kind of things, Harry," said Neville. Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement.

Harry let out an exasperated "Fine! Let's get this over with." and they entered the green flames.