Faster upload then I thought I would manage, anyway for the disclaimer see chapter 1 now, on with the main event.
As the students filed into the great hall the staff were already sat at the head table, Minus Professor Umbridge.
Bathsheba Babbling the Ancient Runes teacher leaned across to Charity Burbage, "Well, I wonder what this is about now, no more changes to our school I hope" she said. "Can't be doing with much more than has already changed. I swear next time she 'Hem hem's' me, im going to draw a runic circle under her desk in the defence class room that makes her chair croak when she sits down"
Professor Burbage giggle softly into her glass of orange juice, she simply couldn't stand Pumpkin juice. "now now Bathsheba, she might hear you, we never know when she might hop in."
As both ladies giggled to each other, Professor McGonagall looked towards Dumbledore with worry in her eyes, "You don't think she will try to gain more control over the school do you Albus?" Dumbledore turned his head to face her, "Not yet my dear, I understand she has brought guests".
Over at the Gryffindor table Harry was getting worried. "What does the old cow want with us now, she can't do much more can she?" He though looking at his hand with a grimace. "Mate! Cheer up, you look like Ginny did when she found out Santa isn't real" stated Ron.
Ginny looked over at Ron with a scowl and threw a Boggy bat hex at him. "Arse! It was your fault I found out when I was 4!" Ron however showed his keeping reflexes bourn from playing at home lots and caught the Hex in his hand closing his fist around it.
"RON! What did you do? How did you do that? That shouldn't be possible!" Exclaimed Hermione
"I…." Ron stopped, looked at his hand which he was struggling to hold closed, Turning white with worry he opened it fast. "A BAT! I HAVE A BAT GROWING ON MY HAND!" he waved his hand over his head trying to shake it off to the laughter of the rest of the table.
"Oh, of course, the hex targets the bogeys and grows from them" Hermione deducted. "RON! Did you Pick your Nose! You must have, Ughh your disgusting sometimes!"
"I don't care, GET IT OFF!" Ron exclaimed giving an almighty wave over his head. The bat came free a flew not under its own power.
"ARGHHH!" 'BANG'
The Great hall went deadly silent, Professor Sanpe slowly rose to his feet, Blood pouring from one nostril a Bat trying to crawl up the other. With one hand he yanked the bat free and looked at it, "Epp!" said the bat and fainted from the power of his glare. "Mr Weasley" he stated walking slowly towards the Gryffindor table, "Mr Weasley, congratulations! The house elves are sure to thank you for kindly volunteering to scrub their chamber pot's until they say they are clean and Mr Weasley, im going to treat them tonight to vindaloo" He turned and stalked up to his place back at the head table.
"Hermione, what's a vindaloo?" Asked Ron. Hermione paled then turned green "oh Ron, oh poor poor Ron" Was all she managed to say.
Before he could question anymore as to why it was poor Ron, the doors to the Hall opened. In its entrance stood Minister Fudge, Umbride and the two reporters from the Prophet.
"Ah splendid, it looks as though everyone is here!" Minster Fudge remarked "Shall we proceed Dolores?"
"Certainly Minister" She smiled "I'm sure we can arrange for more seats at the head table". With that the four walked down the hall, Minister Fudge paused next to Harry on his way. "Now Harry" he said placing a hand on Harrys shoulder "I'm sure everything will be settled soon and the truth will come out" he walked off grinning like a madman missing the look of disgust Harry shot him.
"I've got it Dolores, a single fresh hair" he mumbled
Upon reaching the Head table Umbridge looked at Dumbledore, "Headmaster, I require some more seats for the Minister, Myself and our two guests here" She said with her sickly smile still in place.
"Professor Umbridge, Minister, May I ask what pleasure brings you all to Hogwarts today? And to call such a gathering" he said eyes twinkling.
"That will be revealed shortly Dumbledore" Said Fudge. "Our seats if you please"
Looking curious now, Dumbledore Swept his wand to the side and four chains zoomed towards him, swerving at the last moment to place themselves at the end of the head table. "Your seats" he said.
Minister Fudge and the two reporters sat down while Umbridge turned to the Hall, "Hem hem!" causing the hall to fall silent, Umbridge Grinned at this thinking they had learned she was their better. "Students of Hogwarts, I called you here today to offer you a chance to see the truth, A chance to see why we at the Ministry do not follow the lies spread by some….unmentionable people" she said glaring at Harry. "Minister if you please?"
Minister Fudge placed the hair he had stolen from Harry onto the table. As Madam Bones entered the hall with two Auror's each taking station either side of the doors while Madam Bones closed and locked them. Much to the alarm of the staff.
"While we explain this no one is to leave this hall without my direct permission." She turned to the hair wand pointed at it and spoke "Praeteritum prodere, abscondit, praesentibus post ostendit oculis hominum. Nunc iter ad merge in futurum. Quaerimus intellegere ante peccatum. Ostende nobis Titan ostendit nobis quae desiderari." As the spell ended there was a Bang.
Darkness, Unending Darkness greeted Harry. "Son of a! that Stupid, idiotic!" a voice exclaimed.
"Hello?" Harry asked tentatively.
The light came back on, in front of Harry was a giant. No, more than a giant. This Man would make Giants cry. But he shrank, down he came, down to just above Harry's height. "Mr Harry Potter?" the now not so Giant asked.
"yes, that's me Sir" Harry said, thinking it would be best to be polite to this unknown. "Mr Harry James Potter of world 2488754? Otherwise known as Rahkesh?" Asked the Man.
"World of what? And who? I'm Harry and um, I'm from Earth?" a now very confused Harry said.
"Not Rahkesh then, Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!" The man started to pace. "She has No IDEA of the amount of work it takes to FIX this mess!" the Man ranted.
"Um Sir? What mess? Where am i?" a confused Harry asked.
The man turned towards Harry and visibly calmed down. "Harry, there exist an infinite number of possibilities, within them each person has a different way of acting. Every action is a choice. Think of time like a pair of trousers, you can go down one leg or the other."
Harry looked lost "You mean that there are more worlds? More… Voldemort's?"
"Yes" the man stated "however as I said each one is different though choices, why, in one, Voldemort is a Dance teacher at Hogwarts school of Classical Music. That ended with an alternate you using a Nuke on the place."
All Harry could do was catch fly's,
"Close your mouth Boy. As I said in my little rant. I now have to fix a mess caused by that Toad again"
Closing his mouth. "Again sir? And what happened?" choosing to ignore a Dancing Voldemort.
The man looked at Harry and drew himself up. "That spell the toad used can only be cast once a year using the fresh Hair of the target person, The moon must just have fully left an eclipse and by somebody proven to be pure of heart. Sadly to say, the Hair wasn't fresh, she isn't pure at all and there was no eclipse. The toad also left out a key sentence to bind the spell, safe to say. Your world is currently dust, each memory, each person floating in the in-between. And it's my duty to fix things like this"
"Sir, did you say Dust?! My friends! Everyone! You can fix it cant you? Please say you can" Harry cried.
"hpmm, defiantly no Rahkesh then, Yes boy, I can fix it. I will need a starting point of the spell and the task Must do you hear me? It Must be completed if I am to fix it."
"I will do anything sir" Harry vowed "anything"
"It's simple. I send you back with an anchor to the other realities in-between we have been blown into. And the story Must be read do you understand me Boy?"
"Yes sir I will make sure the story is read" Harry Promised.
"Good, I will send you back now, I will be with you shortly"
Harry's world went Black once more.
Next Chapter, The reading starts with a guest.