Disclaimer: Don't own HPAuthor Notes: As this fic has Drarry in it, the original universe ain't cannon. It is, however, up until the Battle of Hogwarts. There was a cut out scene from the films where Draco threw Harry his wand, and that's what's split the two universes! Please review, I want to know if this story is worth continuing or not, tbh. ANYWAY- this is what you get today

The excruciating pain was the worst thing Harry had ever felt. And that was saying a lot.

He felt Draco's hand hold onto his arm for dear life as they were pulled forward through the "portal". It waa barely enough for the two of them, even stretching to accommodate their bodies.

Looking back, Harry thought that they should be glad none of his or Draco's limbs were torn when they were squeezed into this tube-like place. The only thing Harry could resemble it to, was a muggle slide that was too small for them.

Yet, they were still being dragged through until...

Harry and Draco gasped for air and then collapsed on the ...floor?

Harry groaned.

His eyes slowly opened only to not see his blue bedroom ceiling, but instead, the oh-so-familiar hospital wing grey one.

What?

Harry scrambled to sit up, causing the crisp white sheets to rustle. After grabbing his glasses from the pocket of his shirt he thanked god he still had, he darted his eyes around for his boyfriend.

Two beds away, there was Draco, sleeping soundly, his face as peaceful as Harry wished he felt. He gazed around the rest of the room, the many empty beds unnerved him.

This was the Hospital Wing before...before it was destroyed. It wasn't the new one that should be at Hogwarts right now. Maybe they weren't at Hogwarts. Where are we then?

"Harry..." The soft murmur coming from his left made him sharply turn his head towards it's direction. Realising it was only Draco, Harry let himself relax. I'm not alone.

"What's happened?" Draco asked, sleepily, stretching his arms out and then rubbing his eyes.

"I-I don't know." Harry answered back honestly. All of a sudden, Draco's eyes snapped open, and his posture changed immediately.

"Where are we? Where's Teddy?" Harry heard the worry in his tone, heard the questions turn into a whispered panic.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco were attacked twice. It should have been expected- after all, the remaining Death Eaters wanted revenge on the man the betrayed them, and the man who killed their Lord. But this was a new situation

...presuming they had been...kidnapped.

"Oh, merlin." Draco whispered again, though it was loud enough for Harry to pick it up.

"What?" Harry asked back, dread filling him. This can't be good, he thought, looking at the horror on Draco's face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no," repeated Draco, shaking his head, sinking it into his arms. Harry rushed out of the bed, throwing the cover aside, only to reveal the fact he still had his shoes on.

Once at Draco's side, he slipped his footwear off, and wrapped his arms around Draco.

"What?" Harry asked again, gently pulling his boyfriend closer against him. It was a moment before he lifted his head to look at Harry.

"We went through a dimension portal." He answered, quietly. Then more confidently- " You...must have heard...Hermione speak of the theory of Alternate Dimensions?" At Harry's slow nod, who was unsure what to make of this, he continued.

"We...we have travelled to another world, Harry."

An uneasy silence fell between them, as Draco buried his face back into Harry's chest, seeking comfort. Harry tilted his head, leaning into Draco's shoulder.

"How will be get back?" Was what broke that silence but threw them into another one as soon as Draco replied with-

"I do not think we can."

Lead away by their own thoughts, neither of them noticed the booming voices outside the infirmary until the door burst open. An instinct from auror training, to glamour himself was quickly suppressed once Harry realised that whoever put them in their beds would have already seen their facial features.

"-it can't have worked-"

"-they look so young- "

"-Two of them!"

"-Should be one-"

He knew those voices...so recognisable...but it couldn't be-

"-looks barely out of Hogwarts."

"We're both 20, thanks!" Harry snappedquite loudly, causing the group of people huddled round the entrance to actually step inside.

They all seemed to gape at him, and then blush at the two men's embrace.

But it was only then, did Harry realise who they were- who they couldn't be- because these people in this room...should all be dead.