Disclaimer: this story uses characters and settings from J.K. Rowlings wonderful creation Harry Potter. I get neither fame nor money for the stories I create off her work. All I get is the reviews my readers grace me with. This yet another collaboration with darkshadowedrose. This one is a bit of an even split the way The Day Albus is.

Yet Another Universe

Chapter 2

Albus looked around him at the members of the Order, they were having a rather desperate discussion. The second war was going badly. He wasn't sure what he would do if they voted this idea down. His contact in the Unspeakables had found this spell in the darkest depths of the Ministry. He had originally planned to have a hero to win this war with one that would die to save the world and he would get the credit because he would be the boy's mentor. That plan had gone down the toilet though when the boy's stupid muggle aunt and uncle had starved him and his owl to death, before the boy's second year. How was he to know that the line in the prophecy about dying at the hand of the other could be canceled out by abuse from the boy's family. That same year Voldemort had tried to return and killed little Ginny Weasley in the process. In addition to him having to arrange for a fall guy when the chamber opened, there was the matter of seven students being petrified. Albus had met the returned Tom and managed to "Kill" that incarnation of him. But last year Alastor had been kidnapped and had his blood forcibly taken and used it a dark ritual to bring Voldemort back before Moody could make his escape. They had been fighting a losing battle ever since. This spell was designed to reach into an alternate universe to get a hero capable of killing Voldemort. But the Order wasn't in agreement that they should use it, but they didn't have long to decide. If they were to do this they had to do it on summer solstice or it would be a year before they could try..

The debate wound down. "All right let's vote." Albus said."Arthur?"

"Yes I've already lost my daughter to the bastard I've no desire to lose my sons."

"Molly?"

"Yes."

"Tonks?"

"Yes."

"Hestia?"

"Yes with reservations."

"Bill?"

"No."

"Remus?'

Yes like Hestia with reservations."

"Alastor?"

"No, what if what we get is worse than what we're fighting?"

"Amelia?"

"I'm with Alastor, NO."

"Calliope?"

"Yes."

"Xeno?"

"Yes."

"Kingsley?"

"No."

"Zacharias?"

"Yes."

"Daedalus?"

"Yes."

"Minerva?"

"Yes."

"Filius?"

"No."

"Severus?"

"Reluctantly yes."

"Poppy?"

"If it brings an end to the suffering sooner I say yes."

"I also vote yes. Motion carries, I will prepare the ritual for next week's solstice."

The following week on the summer solstice the order again met at the Shrieking Shack. Albus had carefully created the diagram and its runes in salt on the floor he carefully placed the candles made from a potion infused wax into holders, and carefully transfigured some of the broken furniture into the wooden table in the center of the room. Most of the Order would be outside the shack guarding it while Albus and six others performed the spell. Albus, Arthur, Severus, Minerva, Tonks, Hestia, and Daedalus all carefully cut their palms and chanted. At the apex of their chant a bright light formed near the ceiling and a figure fell. The rest of the order charged into the room when the table in the center collapsed with a loud crash as the weight of the falling figure hit it.