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Betad by: ShadowHunter19
Chapter One
Previously on A Future Found:
My wide eyes meet those of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
The man who is supposed to be dead.
Frantically, I flick my wand into my palm and instantly have it pointed at the impostor.
"Who in the bloody fucking hell are you?!" I hiss angrily, Harry bristling beside me.
The first thing James Potter noticed about the two Dimension Hoppers was the way they stood. The girl stood in front of the boy, a hand out behind her to keep the boy back. Her fierce, bright green gaze never leaving the Headmasters. She was tensed, emotions passing over her face (shock, fear, sadness) before going blank.
The boy also had his wand in hand, only he was turned slightly as if he was protecting her back. His gaze was flicking around the room, grip on his wand slackening with every moment. He was short. Well, taller than the girl but still shorter than the average man. If James had to guess, he would have said the boy was around 5 feet, 3 inches. The girl on the other hand, was petite. Small but perfectly formed. And with an edge.
She looked to be around 5 feet tall. She had on a pair of long, ripped black trousers, a black tank top with half a white and grey wolves face with a blue eye, black heeled boots with silver buckles, and when her cloak fell back (it was black and looked expensive) he could see a single elegant silver triple ring, set with glittering diamonds on her left hand, middle finger. On both of her arms about 4 inches under her shoulder, were elegant, (yet conveyed a sense of danger) silver armbands that swirled. Her nails were painted black and her fingers were white from the strength of the grip on her wand.
She tilted her head and James noticed an intricate silver ear cuff. It swirled around the cartilage on her lower left ear and connected to a small diamond in her ear. The fluid silver lines made James think of it as playful yet still had a dangerous quality. Her only other jewelry was stacked bracelets on her right wrist.
They were black cord with beads woven in. The top bracelet had a curved silver plate with a wolf stamped on it. Her hair was jet black and fell in loose curls, complemented by her lightly tanned skin, smattering of freckles that lent her a playful look and her piercing, bright green eyes. Eyes falling down, James experienced a shock as he noticed the necklace she was wearing.
Glancing at his wife, Lily, James noticed the two necklaces were identical. The necklace was a highly decorated Celtic heart pendant with intricate symbolic knots that symbolized eternal love. It hung around the girls neck on a black silk cord. James felt his heart start to pound. That necklace was one of a kind. He had special ordered it from the goblins to give to Lily on their first anniversary.
There was no necklace like it. James fingers tightened on his wand as he breath came faster.
Examining the boy, James noticed the wild, jet black locks. His bright emerald eyes, so like his Lily's. James head started to swim and he reached out to Lily.
"James?" Lily turned to him, her fiery red hair glinting prettily under the lights (like the girls). "James, what's wrong?" His Lily-flower asks, her emerald eyes (like the boys) narrowed in concern.
"Lils." James gasps. "Look at them. It's them." James gestures to the twins (as everyone could clearly see that is what they were). "It's them." James repeated himself.
When James and Lily first got married after the birth of first son, Damien, they had two children. A little boy and girl. Harry James Potter and Alisia Esperanza Potter. With Voldemort's Reign of Terror reaching new heights, they had decided to go into hiding. For months it had worked. Their children were safe and they were still fighting a war.
Then one night, there was an attack on Hogsmeade. James and Lily didn't have anyone to watch their 3 children, so they floo'd them over to Lily's parents house. They thought it would be safe. The Dark side was unaware Lily's parents were still alive. By the time they realized something was wrong, James and Lily were too late to save their children. Little 3 year old Damien was hidden in the cellar, Lily's parents were almost dead from wounds and their babies were dead.
Driven mad with grief, James, Sirius and Remus had gone after Peter. The only one who had not responded to the Order's call. The only other one who knew about Lily's parents. He had betrayed them.
Lily and James had lost a big part of themselves that night. A part of them never recovered from the loss of their two babies. Not even after the birth of (now 14) Jareth, Rae (13), and Sophie (10) had they been able to regain that part of themselves. That part of them was lost to themselves and their children.
And now they were here. James heart gave a quick painful lurch at the venom in his kids eyes. What had happened to them to put that dark, guarded look in those green eyes?
~-A-Future-Found-~
Harry places a hand on my shoulder and I tilt my head in his direction. He is silently asking for permission to step forward. I take a subtle step back, denying the request. While Harry had take a five year vacation, I have been honing my skills chasing the remaining Dark wizards who followed Riddle. It's best if I take the lead on this one.
"I am going to repeat myself once, and then I will begin firing spells. Understood? Who are you?" I ask, my voice cold. A shift to the right of the impostor has me glancing that way. I stiffen with shock. It is Mad-Eye Moody. Sorrow fills my heart as I look him over. He has the club foot, is missing an arm, he still has the creepy eye, multiple scars and a chunk of his nose missing.
Impossible.
Moody trained me and I was fighting by his side when he fell to a stray cutting curse. It took his head off.
"I am Albus Dumbledore. And you are?" The wise, kind voice breaks my attention. I snort and stare back into the blue eyes of the impostor.
"When I asked who you were, I wanted the truth." I state and the man smiles as he strokes his beard absentmindedly, electric blue eyes twinkling behind half moon glasses. I have to admit, this impostor has the mannerisms down pat. I wouldn't be able to tell he wasn't the real deal if I didn't see Dumbledore die.
"Ah, but you see, I am Albus Dumbledore. Perhaps not the one you know, but a version of him nonetheless." I furrow my brow and a frown tugs at my lips. Harry strains behind me, just barely not cursing the man. I reach behind me and pinch his side. Harry winces but withdraws.
"Prove it." I challenge and the man's eyes twinkle with amusement.
"Very well. Ask me any question." He waits and I step to the side, allowing Harry to step forward. He was always the closest to Dumbledore. Harry's voice is strong with a hint of anger as he fires off his questions.
"What is your favorite treat? What is your favorite jam? What would you see if you looked into the Mirror of Erised? What did you do to prove to Tom Riddle magic existed?" Harry fires off the questions and doesn't wait for the man to answer. When he finishes, his chest heaves with anger. I gently step forward and to the side, then step back, herding Harry behind me again. Harry rests his head on the back of my neck for a second before gaining composure.
"Well?" I question into the silence. The man strokes his beard, kindly blue eyes sparkling as he answers every question perfectly.
"My favorite treat is, of course, lemon drops. My favorite jam is raspberry. I would see a pair of thick, fluffy socks in the Mirror and I set a nearby wardrobe on fire before putting the fire out and proving the wardrobe to be unscathed." I reluctantly nod, verifying the truth of all of the questions. "What are you to have me do now? Oh, yes," he says in reply to my look. "I can plainly see you still do not trust me." I nod again and raise my chin defiantly.
"Then there is only one thing we can have you do to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt you are who you look like and who you say you are." I state. The man gives a delighted little chuckle and pops a lemon drop in his mouth.
"Would you like a lemon drop?" He asks and Harry and I shake our heads simultaneously.
"No thank you." We say in perfect unison, momentarily falling into an old habit we used to have when faced with Dumbledore. He chuckles again and gestures to us.
"What am I to do?" He asks. I exchange a glance with Harry before facing the man.
"Call Fawkes." We say together. At last, a flash of surprise and glee at our cleverness lights the mans eyes.
"Ah, the one thing that would prove me to be the man I say I am. Very well." He bows his head to us before raising his right arm in the air. "Fawkes!" Dumbledore calls and the room lights up as the phoenix flames in and drops on his arm. The wand in my hand goes slack and I relax, staring at the phoenix in awe.
"Fawkes." I breathe, feeling relief at the sight of the familiar phoenix. Fawkes tilts his head to the side, his black eyes curious. He takes flight, circling the room before letting out a piercing cry and landing on my shoulder. I gently rest my head on his side, letting my eyes drift close as stroke his feathers. "It's good to see you again, old friend." I mummer.
"And may I ask how you know my familiar?" Dumbledore, because that is who he must be, asks curiously. I open my eyes and glare at him.
"That's for me to know." I gently lift my shoulder and Fawkes takes to the air, flying over to Harry. Brandishing my wand (and ignoring the tensing and wands being raised) I wordlessly summon a black and green armchair. I summon a red one for Harry before allowing myself to collapse into mine.
"Ugh." I place my elbows on my knees and rub my face.
"So what now? What happened that Dumbledore is still alive?" Harry asks.
"I perhaps, have some of the answer you are searching for." Dumbledore offers up.
"Not only him." I gesture at Moody. "Moody is alive here too." I say, rubbing my eyes and my temples and completely ignoring Dumbledore's question.
"What?" Harry jerks around to look before turning back to me. "Well that's good for you! Isn't it?" Harry asks at my dark face.
"That's beside the point. Right now, I need you to focus." Harry nods and I begin, ignoring the eyes on us. "There are 4 possible answers to the reason why this is happening. Number one - we are being mind fucked right now. This could be a case of Legilimency being used on us."
"But-" Harry begins to protest. I hold up a hand and cut him off.
"Let me finish." Harry nods and I continue. "Option number two - we have somehow traveled into the past. Option three- we are in an alternate dimension. Option number four - we are in a parallel dimension." Harry furrows his brow.
"What's the difference?"
"I believe I can help with tha-" I cut off Dumbledore.
"I don't have time to go into detail, so I'm gonna sum it up for you. An alternate dimension is a dimension similar to our own but with lots of major differences. For example: Dumbledore being born a girl and having 13 kids. Are you following me?" I ask and Harry nods, green eyes focused. "A parallel universe is one that is extremely similar to our own universe with one defining difference and minor changes because of that one defining difference. Now," I sit up. "We can rule out Legilimency because I would know the difference between a real and fake Fawkes." Harry nods.
"So that leaves us with 3 choices. Time-travel, a parallel universe or an alternate one." Harry sums up. I nod.
"We can rule out time-travel." I state and Harry wrinkles his brow in confusion. I sigh and sit up.
"How?" Harry asks and I point at Moody, ignoring his wand that flashes up to meet mine.
"Well, number one - Dumbledore looks just like he did before he died. Number two, Moody was never missing an arm in our world." I refrain from reeling off a whole list of things concerning Moody, that would only serve to freak him out. "Need I go on?" I ask and Harry shakes his head.
"So, we still have the two choices of a parallel or alternate universes. How do we tell which is which?" Harry asks and I turn to Dumbledore.
"You are a guy right?" I ask and someone snorts. I can't completely stop the superior smirk from surfacing and Harry gives me a Stop Messing Around Look. I shrug innocently before turning to Dumbledore.
"I am a male." Dumbledore confirms and I nod.
"Tell us about your world." I command and Dumbledore gestures to the crowd of Order members watching us avidly. Beside me, Harry stiffens and I dismiss it as him being uncomfortable with all the eyes on us.
"Well, Voldemort (everyone flinches and I roll my eyes) is alive and well in our world." Dumbledore begins and I nod.
"Was he ever defeated?" Dumbledore frowns and I meet his gaze evenly, refusing to let any hint of what I know to cross my face.
"No." Dumbledore finally says. I nod. "Was he defeated in your world?" Dumbledore asks and I meet his gaze head on.
"We all have stories we'll never tell." I simply state. Dumbledore nods and beside me, Harry jerks an elbow into my side. "Ow!" I snap and rub my side, turning to glare at him. "What the hell, you jerk?!" Harry points past me and I frown. "Use your words, like a big boy!" I snap again and behind me a voice makes me freeze.
"Sounds like you do when you get mad, huh Lily-flower?" A joking voice asks. I freeze and my eyes meet Harry's.
"Is that?" I ask and Harry's agonized nod answers me. I slowly turn and see the speaker. Sirius Black is lounging in a chair, balancing it on it's back two legs. He doesn't look like the Sirius of our world did. His black hair is has a healthy sheen and is carelessly rumpled. His grey-blue eyes are dancing with laughter and he is looking at someone. I slowly follow his gaze to a woman.
My breath catches sharply in my throat as my eyes meet an emerald green identical to my twin's.
"Mum?" I whisper. Her eyes widen and she reaches out to a man beside her. My eyes travel over messy black hair, sharp cheekbones, a lithe build (like Harry and I) and hopeful hazel eyes glinting behind a pair of round brass wire glasses.
"It's them." Harry whispers. Without taking my wide eyes off of them, I nod blankly. Suddenly realizing the implications or our paren- James and Lily being alive, I close my mouth with a snap and jerk back.
"Fuck." I hiss and whirl around, running a hand through my hair. "Fuck!" I repeat. Harry backs up to me and reluctantly looks away.
"What's wrong?" Harry asks, concern for me overtaking the awe he feels at seeing our dead parents alive.
"I know what option it is now." I state and Harry raises and eyebrow. "We are in a parallel universe." I reveal. Harry's eyes widen. "This is the one big difference between our world and this world. Our pare- the Potters are still alive and either we were never born or we are dead." Harry shakes his head.
"Why do we have to either be dead or never born?" Harry asks and I roll my eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" At Harry's clueless face, I continue. "One - Voldemort is still alive and two - we can't travel to a world where we, or rather a version of ourselves, already exists." I explain and Harry's face clears with understanding.
Groaning, I pace back and forth, biting my thumb nail and twirling my wand in the other hand. I furrow my brow as I try to figure out why we are here. I come to a stop as I stare into the distance remembering something.
'Ah, but you see, I am Albus Dumbledore. Perhaps not the one you know, but a version of him nonetheless.'
'I perhaps, have some of the answer you are searching for.'
'Tell us about your world.' I command and Dumbledore gestures to the crowd of Order members watching us avidly.
'Was he defeated in your world?'
'Not once during the time we have been here has anyone been surprised at us showing up. They are still in a war with Voldemort. The second we showed up, we should have been faced with a barrage of spells. They did, however, seem surprised when they saw who exactly had shown up in their world. So that brings me to a couple conclusions. One - They have been spying on us from our world. Two - they brought us here on accident. Or three - they brought us here on purpose.'
I resume pacing and Harry crosses his arms, watching me avidly.
"What is she doin-" Someone begins to ask but Harry cuts them off, green eyes never wavering from my pacing form.
"Shut up. She is doing what she knows best." Harry says shortly.
"And that is?" Sirius asks curiously. Harry stiffens but answers him.
"Putting the pieces together." When Harry says that, Dumbledore stiffens a moment but quickly relaxes. Catching the movement, my head snaps over to him and I stare at him with my unsettling, piercing green eyes. He stares back calmly, sucking on a lemon drop. My face clears as I finally realize something.
"You!" I snap, raising my wand on him. Immediately, the Order members raise their wands as one. The Potters, Sirius and Remus hesitate, wands out but unsure what to do. "You! You brought us here! You did this to us!" I shout, my lithe form vibrating with rage. "Why?" I whisper, the fight leaving me in that one whisper, my hurt showing plainly on my face. Looking a little unsettled and apologetic, Dumbledore answers me.
"Because we need your help." I jerk back, my face closing off.
"Of course." I reply bitterly. "You want something. I don't know why that surprises me, considering it has always been like that." Beside me, Harry shifts closer, lending me a silent comfort. "What do you want?" I ask, a tiredness taking over and revealing the jaded, bitter, warrior hiding underneath.
"We need you to kill Voldemort."