Fragmented fate

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Chapter 2

Harry stared at his reflection. His mind was not comprehending anything. The scar was missing. He traced smooth skin of his forehead. Impossible! This had changed everything... Where he is?

His heart started to beat faster and faster. He wiped the mirror glass frantically and furiously but his unmarked reflection just mocked him. Someone was calling out for him, but he was not listening. His thoughts were frantic. He simply could not accept this situation. That scar which had accompanied him throughout his life... It was part of him. Despite its grim connections and reminders, it had become symbol of triumph. That scar defined him as the Boy who lived in eyes of the world. It was funny that he never particularly liked this fact in his past life, but now... now its absence had stolen his very identity.

He thrust open the bathroom door with loud bang and started to run. His aunt was yelling at him, but he did not stop. He could not bear to spend a single moment here. He felt suffocated... So he ran and just ran... without any direction in his mind.

When finally he stopped to catch his breath, his mind refused to think anything. Fate could not be this cruel. Whole day...it had taken bloody whole day to finally come to term with this situation. He had missed magic and his wand. To get his wand without being student's age, was difficult task. His all plans depended on his knowledge of past life. Because only then he would have been able to prove all things to Dumbledore. Now implication of this new discovery...Oh god.. Harry just wanted to go home...one single tear rolled on his cheek as some practical part of his mind realised that this world was not his. He did not time travelled in his past.

Numbness filled his entire body. He felt very tired.

"Hey, look who is here" a nasally voice shouted triumphantly .

Dudley and his gang was coming at there usual target. In such situation, he would have ran fast as he had done before. But now he felt no desire...he just stood there, waiting for physical pain to relieve his grief.

Harry stared blankly at ceiling... wishing for sleep. They sent him here without dinner after giving him good tongue lashing. His body was throbbing, distracting him from melancholy. He closed his eyes.

"Mate, what are you doing? You defeated bloody You know Who. You can do anything! "

"Harry, you need information. Find it. You are an auror and still you are acting like child. Stop mopping"

Harry opened his eyes. Ron and Hermione...there voices lingering in his mind.

Yes, he needed a plan...new modified plan. Since when he started to run from tough situation. First and foremost he need to go in wizarding world. There he could find more information about this predicament.

'If I am not the Boy who lived, then why I'm still here...with my muggle relatives '

Next day Harry sneaked out of the house. His aunt was watching telly and Dudley was at his friend's house. It was perfect opportunity to meet Mrs. Figg. But as he saw a plump middle aged woman opening door instead of Mrs. Figg, he felt very disappointed. It did not come as a shock...Harry half expected it. What he did not expect was the drama that happened afterwards... that angry shouting and then complaint to his aunt. Apparently delinquent Potter boy was infamous here, just like in his own timeline.

'Foolish rash action...you should have thought about it first'... that voice sounded suspiciously like Snape.

"I officially become insane, if I start to hear his voice," Harry muttered as he tried to tune out another berating from his uncle.

Well , It earned him one week stay in the cupboard with minimum food. Harry felt enraged . He had thought several time to call muggle authority to complain about child abuse. He did not want to endure this second time around. But he did not want to add another unknown element in this new life...pity really!

He needed to tread more carefully. Now that his only contact to wizarding world was eliminated, other option was to go in Diagon ally. He started to form various plans to reach London. In the time like this, he missed his wand too much. Harry never learned wandless magic... just some basis spells. All wizarding travelling options were impossible, when you lived at Privet drive without your wand.

There was no use... All plans were failed. It was just not possible to leave when someone was keeping eye on you and trying to give you more chores. Harry became restless. When trip to zoo on Dudley's birthday excluded him... They left him with lady in house no. 6... Harry finally became resigned to wait till he got his letter.

"I will not allow it. Do you get it. I WILL NOT! " his uncle was shouting with purple face. His aunt stood there, looking horrified. Ah, reason for this was a letter. Harry informed them about it and declared that he was going to attend Hogwarts. Maybe his aunt was more horrified because he read the letter, than his decision.

Finally getting him out of the house for nearly year, turned out to be deciding factor. They agreed. Harry breathed sigh of relief.

He stood at entrance of pub and took deep breath. 'Here goes nothing ' he thought as he entered in the Leaky Cauldron. All things looked same. Tom helped him by opening the entrance. Everything was same as he remembered. But difference laid in indifference. There was no recognition. He did not made any grand entry. He was just another student who came for shopping.

As familiar busy street greeted him, Harry finally smiled freely. Magical world... He waited so long to come here. Harry collected money from bank. He needed to give his blood to confirm his identity. He wondered about his vault key.

'So lets start with this '

Harry remembered Hedwig and suddenly felt strong urge to meet his first friend. But first he need to get wand and then books to get knowledge of this alternate universe.

His wand shopping also went as before. He was still trying wand after wand. Harry had half mind to tell Mr. Ollivander his exact wand, but he refrained and waited patiently.

He finally gave him his beloved wand to try and Harry felt completed just touching it. His magic welcomed it.

"Interesting " Mr. Ollivander started to say, " This is the first time I had sold a pair of brother wands ...your wand is the other one remained from the pair. There are very rare, Mr. Potter"

Harry smiled at him, waiting for the man to finish his speech ... he wanted to resume his rest of shopping. He already knew all about his wand.

" Thirteen-and-a-half inches... Yew... That brother wand. I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. … After all, the other wizard who own that wand did great things. " Mr. Ollivander smiled at him, his misty eyes gleaming.

' Well, you missed a word ' terrible ' in your dialogue, man' Harry thought impishly.

" What is his name?" Harry asked on whim, intending to end this conversation.

He never would have expected the answer to be like this ... certainly not.

"Oh, you will definitely meet Professor Riddle at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter. Great wizard... Very powerful... He teaches Defence against Dark arts there." Mr. Ollivander said reverently.

And Harry choked on nothing.

A/N: Tell me how it is. Thanks to those who read this story. Updates will be irregular due to exams. R & R.