Harry felt himself floating, falling, towards the ground. Everything was dark, but he could sense the magic flowing about him, gently pushing him towards something. Slowly he made contact with something soft and warm, which moved a bit as he lay on top of it. With a start he realized that this "thing" must be his other self, who he slowly began to sink into. When he was all the way in everything went black.

Then it was like an explosion happened, a film began to play before his eyes taking a second or a life time, he knew not which. But as began to "remember" he was some what sad at what he saw. For his current caretakers truly did love him, as he did them. They had no inkling that he was not their biological grandson, since he did resemble his "grandfather".

Over all he had had a normal, happy childhood in the mountains of North Carolina. It was most definitely not the most exciting place, but rather homely and comforting to him, a place where he felt at home and loved.

As these thoughts played through his head Harry opened his eyes and looked around. His room was what one might expect a boy of soon to be eleven's room to look like. The walls were cobalt blue, and hung with posters of his favorite soccer and football teams, as well as some bands.

One would not dare to call his room clean, but it wasn't terrible either, just disorganized. On his desk laid discarded books and magazines, along with candy wrappers and oddly enough parts to a disassembled rocket.

Checking over his new set of memories it seemed that his other self was a science wiz, who liked to tinker with mechanics. Shaking his head he realized that with these new memories on rockets and such he could easily out smart Hermonie on the matter.

His hamper in the corner was over flowing and from what he could see contained clothes that most definitely fit HIM. Deciding to take a shower then check out his new home Harry threw back his covers and stepped out of bed. Unfortunately for him his other self had tossed his soccer gear right in front of his bed. Letting out a grunt he fail to the floor with an almighty thump. "Son of a ...stupid kid!" Harry said while rubbing the bottom of his foot which happened to have stepped on his cleat spikes.

Slowly he climbed to his feet and makes his way to the bathroom connected to his room. While he had his other self's memories they felt blurry, almost as if they happened a long time ago. So everything seemed odd and some what new to him.

Stepping in the bathroom he received his first real shock in this new life of his. As he was walking to the toilet he glanced at the mirror and almost tripped. He was short! Sure he knew he was only ten, almost eleven, but come on! Harry was sorely reminded of the nice toned body he left behind. This one just felt so weak, and well…small! How could he have ever been this small? The most shocking thing though was that he still had his scar.

Checking his memories he discovered that this was definitely not new. Somehow, someway, he had received his scar in this dimension, and that was something to be very concerned about. If he was marked did the prophecy still hold true here? Shaking his head Harry decided to wait until latter to ponder this certain thought, and instead started his shower.

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After taking his shower Harry returned to his room and was relieved to see his trunk to be sitting at the end of his bed. Since he wasn't supposed to know about magic yet he was glade that he was able to do wandless magic, since one could not trace it unlike a wand. Silently he shrank his trunk and placed it in his underwear drawer and then got dressed for the day.

Pulling on a t-shirt and some baggy swimming trunks he made his way out of his room and towards the dining room planning on going for a swim when it heated up a bit. As he sat at the chair he normally did, his grandmother came into the room and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

Even though she was not truly his grandmother he loved her still the same. Harry knew it was going to break her heart when she found out the truth about his relations. Since the first time he arrived he began to have some doubts at whether or not he should contact his parents.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the kind woman started to talk. "So Jamie boy, what do you plan on doing today? You don't have soccer practice until six, and we have nothing special to do today."

Taking a piece of toast and loading his plate with bacon, eggs, and oddly enough to the old Harry, liver mush he answered slowly and carefully. "Well gram, nothing much, might go swimming later, or head over to some friends, not really that sure."

In truth Harry wanted to spend as much time alone as possible so that he was more likely to receive his letter privately, than cause a big scene.

"Well hon that's fine by me, just behave yourself. I don't want you pulling any more stunts on Mr. Travailly, understood?" She said in a stern voice, however, she lost her effect when her lips started to up turn at the corners.

Harry just grinned as the memory of THAT stunt played in his memory. Well maybe he would be busy until his letter arrived anyway.

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The most amusing thing Harry found out about his new was the fact that he spoke in a way southern accent. At first he didn't really pay it any mind until he relized it. Shouldn't he really be speaking with his normal accent? As he pondered this he decided to take a walk in the woods. While not hot outside it was still a bit humid, and he planned on going swimming very soon.

The land here held a beauty that was still pure, and almost seemed untouched by the human population. As he walked the familiar trail towards his tree house he became aware of a voice.

"Careeefulll there man childdd I biteeee." Harry quickly stopped and looked around.

"Watchhh your feetttt, and my tailll." Startled he looked down and saw a copperhead staring back at him in a striking position. Harry looked around to make sure his grandparents were still inside then bent closer to the poisonous snake.

"Hellllloo my frienddd. Pleasee don't bitee meee." Harry hissed back.

The snake slowly uncurled in what could have been described as shock.

"Mann snake speakssss?" Surprise was clearly evident in his voice. "Wellll noble masterrr how can this beee? I've neverrr came acrossss a human that speaksss the noble tongueee."

Harry was some what amused at the young snake. "Ittt wasss a gift from an enemyyy. Noble one."

As the snake became more comfortable around Harry he picked it up and started back towards the house.

"Sooo noble oneee, whatt is your name?"

The snake paused to think. "I gooo by many namessss master, but you mayy call me Zantose."

Harry smiled and replied, "It'sss a honorrr Zantose, call me Harry."

And with those words Harry had found a new familiar.

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It was on his third day in this new world that his Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived. As he grabbed it he told the owl to wait in the trees while he wrote his acceptance letter. He raced to his room and jumped into his desk chair, pulling out note book paper as he went. He looked at the address on the letter.

Mr. Harry J. Potter

Largest Bedroom in the Northwest corner

Blowing Rock, N.C., USA

Tearing open the package he looked at the papers and was happy to see no mention of his kidnapping which should make things much easier. Pausing he took out a pen and composed his letter in his head.

Dear,

Whom it may concern

I'm afraid this letter was delivered to me by mistake. The letter has the correct address, but nobody lives at this residence with the name Harry Potter. However, if this letter was meant for me could you possibly send me information on a school closer to North Carolina? Also do you allow pets besides those mentioned above, if they pose no problems?

Yours truly,

Jamie Delhomme

Smiling Harry raced back to where the owl was perched and tied the note to its' leg. The note should seem innocent enough for a muggle born student. As the owl flew off to the distance he knew it would now be only a matter of time before this life was turned upside down. Suddenly sad he sighed and went back inside to spend what could be the last night with his grandparents.