Chapter 1: Problems
Hermione collapsed in exhaustion from the spell she had just cast. She fell to the floor with a prayer in her mind that the spell had worked and they had their secret weapon back. She had been appalled when she had found out that Harry had lost to Voldemort. Now this spell was the last hope anyone had to get out of the horrible shadow of Voldemort. These days Hermione was alone in rebellion against Voldemort most of the time accept those rare instances when the last remaining members of the order thought that it might be worth it. The rest all lived under false identities just trying to survive the dark terrible world they lived in. She didn't blame them but she had still believed there was some way to stop Voldemort and then she had found this spell.
Harry came to the ground hard. Luckily his Quidditch gear gave him some protection from the floor. He looked up through bleary eyes and stared at the people assembled in the room he had appeared in. It looked like two or three were just getting up like himself. He wondered what had brought him here and who needed a Quidditch player.
As he was observing the other occupants of the room he noticed a bushy haired girl in the middle of the room. She reminded him of a girl he had known back in Hogwarts. She had been a know-it-all so he had decided to stay away from her. He couldn't remember her name it had started with a "g" he thought. He wondered if they were the same girl. Regardless she was unconscious so she hadn't been the one to kidnap him.
As he peered at the others he began to see a pattern. They all seemed to look like his twin. Sure they wore different clothes and robes but they could have passed off as his twin. He wondered why someone would want a whole bunch of people who looked the same. As he began to stand up an arm swung across his neck and he felt cold steel…
Harry slowly came back to consciousness and looked around at his surroundings. He saw that he was in a small room that held about 5 or 6 occupants. Most seemed unconscious but some seemed to be coming around like him. His hand made its way to his pocket to grab his wand almost instinctively. When he saw that he had it out he almost chastised himself and put it back but then he noticed that he might actually be in a situation where he would need it out immediately.
He began to notice that almost all the rooms' occupants had a striking resemblance to him and began to worry about what was going on and if it was a dream. He hoped it was a dream but somehow he knew it wasn't. He could still see many obvious differences to tell the occupants apart. Like how one wore professional Quidditch armor and one wore a sigil of the International Confederation of Wizards.
He also was trying to figure out why someone needed a whole bunch of people who looked identical to each other. If this was a kidnapping job it was the weirdest one he had ever seen in his life. Then he noticed the brown haired girl in the center of the room. He logically deduced that she must have something to do with this since she was the only one that didn't look like him. Just as he was about to crawl over to her he heard a loud explosion…
When Harry came around he expected to see Jessica and a medical staff looking over him with concerned looks. Wondering what made him jump out the window. Asking themselves if he would live after a fall from that high up. He would pretend to be unconscious and then wake up and be perfectly fine. He would have to take a couple
It turned out there was no medical staff or beautiful lady, just a cold room filled with what could be his twins and a bushy haired girl laying unconscious in the middle of the room. He began to survey his surroundings they were definitely in a wizarding home because of the moving portraits on the wall. It kind of reminded him of his parent's house. His mom had never been too magical having grown up a muggle but they had had some Potter portraits. He had always liked the one of his stiffly pureblooded great-uncle John Potter.
Once he was done examining the room he began to examine the occupants. As he had noticed once he woke up they all did look just like him. Though there were several major differences. One wore an Auror's cloak while one wore the gear of a Quidditch player. As he rested his eyes on the one in Quidditch armor an arm snaked around his necked and yanked him back. Before even noticing, he had his wand out…
Harry slowly came around and looked up from where he was sitting on the stone floor of some house he had never seen before. The portraits on the wall reminded him of the ones his father had always told him to look up to. That was until he ended up in Hufflepuff. Of course he could tell that they were relieved somewhat that he hadn't ended up in Slytherin but still he wasn't a Gryffindor. He was a Hufflepuff with nothing special about him. He got okay grades he never had too many close friends. He preferred to stay home with his parents in the summer. He was a boring, plain kid who would never amount to something great in his life.
In fact this little adventure he had stumbled upon was the only thing exciting he had ever done. Of course if he had a choice he would have been back at this desk right now but he didn't so he had to live with it. As he began to peer around the room he noticed that the other occupants all looked exactly like him. Sure they were wearing different clothes but they all looked the same.
Soon most of the others were beginning to get up when one wrapped his arm around the one with Quidditch gear's neck. Then suddenly one of the others in fancy robes whipped out his wand and sent a spell shooting towards the man…
Harry cautiously got up and looked around. The place was definitely no tent full of terrorists or a desert. Somehow someone must have taken him to this place for some reason. He crept towards one of the room's occupants noticing that he had some sort of armor on. It would be best for him if he could dispose of the defended one first. He also notice that all the occupants looked like him if, he hadn't cut his hair in years. He slipped out a knife form the inside of his boot and crouch-walked over to the man.
The guy was sanding there obliviously looking around in a daze. Harry tagged him off as a semi-retarded guard and continued his ascent. Once he was a foot behind him he prepared to grab his neck and slide the knife out in front so all of the other people in the room could see. He grabbed the guy by the back and neck and slid the knife out in front. He whispered, "Don't move and no one gets hurt."
Then all of a sudden a burst of light flew towards him and knocked him back into the wall and he found darkness once more.