Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and places unfortunately are not mine.

Ch.3

Diagon alley as usual was bustling with people. Children ran from shop to shop with their parents in desperate pursuit. Witches and wizards made their way up and down the alley, arms clad with packages, all while families sat around and watched the rush of people as they ate a delicious ice cream. It really was a wonderful day in Diagon alley.

Suddenly a great flash lit up the sky over the alley, the wards preventing muggles outside to notice. The bustling crowd stopped to stare in wonder as the flash began to dissipate and suddenly a body materialized about ten feet off the ground, then as if on a whim the body of a boy fell down to the hard cobblestone ground, without so much as a twitch.

The crowd stared on in fascination, until one brave girl waltzed forward towards the boy, just managing to escape her mother's grip, her hair tied up in pig tails swinging every which way. When she reached the boy's side she extended her hand out, hesitating for a moment, until she laid her hand on his chest. It appeared he was okay, at least she thought he was, I mean he was still breathing! Despite all of the cuts and bruises on his body!

The crowd finally seemed to be coming to their senses now, as a dull roar began to emanate from the gathered people, and the mother of the brave child hurriedly ran forward, grabbed her child and took off in the opposite direction, all the while muttering about weird lights and strange people.

Finally the crowd began to surge forward in an attempt to try and help the boy, when a team of mediwizards, who had been called by local shop owners arrived, the assembled crowd watched as they began to poke and prod the poor boy, until they finally levitated his body up from the ground and began the journey to St. Mungo's, the hospital for witches and wizards.

Albus Dumbledore sat humming gently in his office contemplating how to get rid of the Dark Lord, Voldemort . Although not something most people even felt was possible, Dumbledore believed it most certainly could be accomplished, as long as he trained Neville Longbottom, the resident Boy-Who-Lived just right. Which was currently a problem.

Neville although your stronger than average wizard, didn't have near the strength of the Dark Lord Voldemort, and although the prophecy talked about a power unknown to Voldemort, which Dumbledore believed was love, their chances of succeeding were near impossible.

The rays from the sun shone from the window falling over Dumbledore as Fawkes the phoenix who was sat on a conveniently placed perch preened his feathers, all while the head master of Hogwarts sat staring off in space, wondering if the task he had set out was even possible.

Suddenly Fawkes let out a screech as he proceeded to take off from his perch, in a flurry of feathers. All while Dumbledore stared over wondering what had gotten Fawkes so riled up, that was when the fireplace flared with green and out stepped the large auror, Kingsley Shacklebot.

"Albus, you must come quickly, a boy appeared in Diagon Alley today. The healers believe he has been tortured."

Albus shot up from his chair and began to make his way to the fireplace already knowing who had the tortured the boy "Why has Voldemort chosen to make such a public move, by torturing this boy? It is much too early for Voldemort to make his presence known to the public "

Kingsley shook his head not knowing the answer, and then proceeded to step back into the green flames while shouting " 's" then disappearing with a flash. Albus stood contemplating the origins of this mystery boy for a mere moment before he too, stepped into the flames and disappeared, leaving the office empty, except for that of small silver gadgets, and old ancient books.

Harry's eyes snapped open, and proceeded to take in their surroundings. He appeared to be in a strangely lit white room sitting in a bed, with different sorts of devices scattered around him that seemed to be monitoring his health.

Harry looked down at the bed that he was resting in, it had been a long time since he had slept on something so soft, almost too soft, but he was content, as it was quite comfy! Harry slowly let his eyes drift shut, when the thought crossed his mind where am I? Suddenly Harry was sitting ram-rod straight once again taking in his surroundings with a look of fear in his eyes.

Voldemort had hit him with that spell, and then everything went black. Had they saved him he wondered, and then brought him here? Or had Voldemort suddenly had a change of heart? Harry let out a snort at that, Voldemort would kill himself before he became a better person, and they had told him, if he got captured, he was on his own, there would be no one coming to help him.

Suddenly the door opened and in came a man dressed in a white robe, followed by two other men, one a large man that looked like he could strangle somebody and another older man that had an insanely bad fashion sense and a long beard.

The white robed man began to poke and prod at him while saying "Hello my name is healer Thompson, can you tell me how you came to get these injuries?" Harry stared at him stoically refusing to answer any questions. The healer let out a sigh then continued to pick at him until he had nothing left to do.

The healer turned to the two men "All of his injuries have been healed, and there is not much of anything else I can do for him if he refuses to talk, unless you can find him a place to stay I don't know what I can do with him." With that Healer Thompson turned on his heel and walked out the door leaving him alone with the other two men, who seemed to be staring at him in something akin to wonder.

Having realised they were staring the older man began "Do forgive us, but you look almost exactly like one of our colleagues." Harry raised one eyebrow at this then continued to stare at them. Realising this topic of conversation was getting him no where the old man started again "My name is Albus Dumbledore, the now current headmaster of Hogwarts and this is Kingsley Shacklebot a ministry auror"

Harry felt his eyes going wide, Albus Dumbledore had been killed by Voldemmort and his followers when Harry was four years old, it was a day Harry would never forget as that was the day the light began to really lose. "You're lying" Harry said plain and simple " Albus Dumbledore was killed twelve years ago, the ministry no longer exists and Hogwarts is now a mini Deatheateer training school, something Albus Dumbledore would not have been a part of."

The fake Dumbledore seemed to stare at his curiously. "I can assure you I am Albus Dumbledore"

"Swear an unbreakable oath on it" Harry stared back smugly, knowing this would show the imposter not to try and fool him. So when Dumbledore performed the unbreakable oath and didn't drop dead, Harry started to feel light headed. What was happening? He knew Dumbledore was dead, he had seen it!

"How is this possible? I saw Dumbledore die myself along with everyone else, there is now way that you can be here, but your oath tells me you can, how is this possible?"

Dumbledore stared at Harry, he let a slight legilimancy probe the boys mind to find that he was telling the truth, before the boy gently pushed him out. Dumbledore smiled apologetically at him, while Harry just sighed knowing why the headmaster had tried to enter his mind just to see if he was being truthful, no harm was intended.

"What circumstances brought you here?" a deep baritone voice came from Kingsley as he spoke and Dumbledore smiled at him like this was an excellent idea, then turned to stare expectantly at Harry.

Harry sighed "Voldemort was about to kill me on a stage in front of a huge crowd of people, in London first he cast the cruciartus curse at me and then some other curse he said his grandfather made, when he did that I felt a lot of pain, before I passed out then woke up here."

"Why did Voldemort wish to kill you so bad, as to execute you publically? And how did he manage to make this such a big thing in London, surely the muggles would have noticed!" Kingsley asked, his tone that of someone immensely curious.

Harry sighed muttering about how people needed to keep up in the news "I betrayed their cause, he wished to use me as an example to show what would happen if you went against him. And as for the muggles not noticing, any that are still alive know about us, and either stay hidden or leave. There is not much in London for anybody now since it is mostly rubble, so most leave." Kingsley stared at him with wide eyes as Dumbledore seemed to be contemplating something.

"What was the curse he used on you, that his grandfather had made?" Dumbledore asked

Harry seemed to think slightly for a second before muttering "Opaciedes Kalontah"

Dumbledore seemed to think about this for a few minutes before sighing "Well the best I can say is that I will have to do some research to see if I can find anything on this mystery curse, and why you seem to have landed in our world."

"Landed in your world, what are you talking about?" Harry stared at Dumbledore as if he had just grown a second head.

Dumbledore let out a slight chuckle "You said Voldemort had basically won the war, I was dead and London was nothing but rubble, correct?" Harry nodded, with a slight smile Dumbledore continued "I, Albus Dumbledore am currently standing in front of you, and this very hospital is in London itself, and as for Voldemort, he has not won the war yet my friend"

Harry leapt from the bed and ran to the window, wishing to see London for himself, as Dumbledore concluded "thus from these weird occurrences I can only deduce that you have been transported here from another world!" Dumbledore said as if he was talking about the weather.

Harry could have cried, through the window he could see buildings, full buildings, not buildings that were falling apart or were crumbling to the ground, but full intact buildings, there were even people out walking around with friends and family, something he had never seen in his lifetime. It seemed Dumbledore had to be right, there was no other way this could all be taking place!

Harry turned back to Dumbledore "I guess your right, there is no other explanation, to this..." here Harry stopped as if looking for the right word before saying "..this weird occurrence"

Dumbledore again chucked as a slight twinkle lit up his eyes "Well in the meantime, since the doctor has given you a clean bill of health, would you wish to join us at the order of the phoenix's headquarters to stay for a while and maybe get a hot meal? Molly really is a wonderful cook!" Here Kingsley nodded in agreement with Dumbledore's statement.

Harry's head bobbed up and down in affirmative, the order existed here too! How exciting this was. "Well let us be on our way then!" Dumbledore started to walk to the door before turning "oh and I almost forgot to ask, an old man can be quite forgetful sometimes, as I'm sure you are aware! What is your name my boy?"

"My name..." here Harry paused wondering if he should divulge this information, finally deciding it would be okay he lifted his eyes to meet those of Dumbledore's before saying "... is Harry Potter"

Both men stopped dead in their tracks, before Dumbledore muttered "oh my."