Hermione rubbed her face trying to ignore the headache that would just not go away. Ron looked up from the volume he was reading and looked at her with concern, "Hey, you okay?"

"Just frustrated."

Ron laid his much larger hand over hers, "We'll find him, you know we will," his expression was one of determination.

She slammed the book she had been reading, "We've been looking for days, and we haven't found a single clue. All we have to go on is the bright light that he disappeared in. I also tried looking at books related to the deathly hallows and the elder wand in case that was what caused it, but nothing. We don't know where Harry is or what's happened to him. He could need us and were just sitting around going through books," she waved her hands indicating the towering tomes piled high on the library table.

Ron gave a small smile, "I'd never thought I'd see the day when you didn't want to read books," but at her threatening growl he quickly sobered, "You know I hate this just as much as you. I hate being bloody useless, but I don't know what else we can do. And we can't do this much longer, we need to sleep. When was the last time you slept?"

Hermione's probable denial was interrupted by Ginny's approach. The younger girl's face was drawn in an irritated frown. "I finally escaped," she continued as she pulled out a chair across from Hermione and Ron, "People keep coming up to me trying to comfort me while I was working on the Hogwarts restoration efforts. Do I look like I want your half-assed condolences? Most of them are just trying to get details about Harry anyways. They don't think we'll get him back." From her tone it was clear what she thought of that.

Hermione shook her head, "Nobody does. Have you seen the Prophet?" she dug out a copy of the newspaper from underneath a particularly wobbly stack. The front page featured details of you-know-who's defeat and a memorial to The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Ginny looked it over in disgust, "Are they seriously still calling him that? In a memorial article?"

Ron snorted, "Yeah I'm sure that's exactly what Harry wants. The only upside to this will be Harry's face when he reads this stupid article."

Ginny snickered, imaging Harry's face, "Merlin, he'll hate it. So I assume you haven't had any luck while I was away?"

Hermione grimaced, "All we do know is that it wasn't caused by Voldemort. Everything we've read says once a wizard dies no more enchantments can be cast. The only thing that could happen is the breaking of spells they cast when they were alive."

Ginny wrinkled her brow, "Well what about Harry's mom? Didn't the protection spell happen after she died?"

She bit her lip, "I don't think it's the same, the protection was caused by her death, not after it."

Ron added in, "Yeah, there's no way that arrogant maniac set up a spell in case he died. The sod thought he was going to live forever." He scowled in contempt.

Hermione groaned in exasperation, "I just wish I knew what happened when Harry disappeared and met up with Voldemort. For all we know, he directly caused his own disappearance by doing something stupid."

"Harry? Do something stupid?" Ginny asked in mock disbelief, "Never!"

"The moment we get him back I'm punching his stupid face," Ron vowed, "especially for that playing dead stunt."

His sister nodded her head, "Agreed."

Hermione looked at them smiling slightly, at their inquiring looks she responded, "Oh I feel the same. But first we need to find him. Let's start over, what do we know about what happened that night?"

Ron's eyebrows knit, "He talked about how that slimy git was all in love with his mom." Ron was clearly repulsed by that piece of information.

"That's probably what Harry saw in the pensieve," Hermione looked thoughtful, "I doubt that was all he saw."

Ginny held up her hand, "Hold on. I heard what Harry said about Snape having the hots for his mom," she stuck out her tongue, "What's this about pensieves?"

Hermione replied, "When Snape died he gave Harry some of his memories. Only Harry saw them. I'm assuming there was some other vital information explaining why Harry met up with Voldemort."

"We also know harry cast a protection over everybody, because he was prepared to die," Ginny looked murderous at remembering that particular remark of Harry's.

"Harry won because he had gotten the elder wand through beating Draco," Ron Smirked.

Hermione a hand through her hair, "This still doesn't help us. We need to know what happened in the forbidden forest. We should look there," Hermione got up as if to start looking right then.

Ron blocked her, "Woah, woah. Now?"

Hermione crossed her arms, "Move, Ron."

"Hermione it's past midnight, we haven't had a good night's sleep since I don't know when, and you want to look for clues in the Forbidden Forest? I'm not saying it's not a good idea, but we should wait until tomorrow."

She started to protest but Ron interrupted, "Tomorrow first thing, I promise we'll go out to the Forbidden Forest see if we see anything, but we really can't do anything right now. How are we even supposed to see anything?"

Hermione scowled, "Fine, but we are awake as soon as its daylight."

Ginny pulled open another book as the couple got up to leave, "I'll stay here and read some more, I'm not as tired," At their looks of doubt she continued, "Really I'll be fine, it'll be nice to have some peace and quiet. Just remember to take me with you to the forest."

Ron yawned, "Fine. Night, sis," he and Hermione walked off towards the Room of Requirement. They didn't see Ginny's shoulders slump, as she held her head in hands.

Harry opened his eyes, blinking at the bright morning sun. Not recognizing his surroundings, he looked around in alarm, until he remembered the events of yesterday. He was still in the guest room at the Potters' house.

Oh god. He was at the Potters' house. He was at his alternate reality family's house. Merlin, how tired had he been yesterday? How had he not freaked out? Harry squeezed his eyes shut, sort of hoping maybe it really all had been all a dream. He cracked one eye open. No such luck.

Right, so he was in some alternate dimension where everybody was alive and Voldemort never existed. What now? Last night his other dad had said they'd help him get back home. Harry hoped so; he didn't even know how to start. How does one reverse a powerful light that transports across dimensions?

His eyes still bleary, he reached out towards the nightstand hoping to find his glasses. There he found two wands, his glasses, and a small mokeskin pouch. It seems he had brought along both Draco's wand and the Elder wand when he was suddenly whisked away. He picked up the pouch and dumped it on the blanket. Out fell the Marauder's Map, a broken mirror shard, the now empty snitch, his mother's letter to Sirius, a ripped photograph, and his broken phoenix wand.

Harry examined each item, lingering his mother's letter. He now knew what had happened to the other half of the photo and his mother's signature. He was still in a bit of shock from learning his acerbic professor had held a torch for his mother all those years. It did make Snape's motivations a lot more clear.

He carefully folded the letter up again and held up his first wand. It had served him well for seven years. He had no wish to use the Elder or Draco's Hawthorne wand. Hoping the most powerful wand in the world could help him; he tapped his original wand and said, "Reparo." The two halves sprung together and his Holly wand was whole once more. Harry smiled and gave it a swish as red sparks flew out the end. He suddenly felt a little tired. Harry guessed he still hadn't recovered from the magical exhaustion.

He put the rest of the items back in his bag, thankful that only he could open it. He could imagine the disastrous consequences of anybody coming across the Elder wand. He just hoped nobody would ask why he had two wands in the first place or notice he had exchanged them for an additional third. It would raise some questions he really did not want to answer.

He did trust his father and the other marauders. How could he not? But he wasn't sure he wanted to share everything with them. Parts were almost too unbelievable and others had information too dangerous to share. He had absolutely no intention of talking about the Hallows or his death experience. The only reason he had brought it up when he first awoke was because he thought he was dead for real.

And Harry still hadn't met the Lily Potter of this universe, which he was dreading and anticipating in equal measure. He had never seen his mother before, as he didn't think seeing her ghostly form or a memory of her from childhood counted. Would she like him? What would she look like? He assumed like his father she'd have more lines on her face than in her photographs, but she wouldn't look that different would she? He tried to imagine her in her forties, but came up blank.

Harry's worried thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Co-" Harry cleared his throat, "Come in."

A tall, broad-shouldered man in his early fifties stepped into the room. He wore simple gray robes and had olive skin to go with his dark hair. Harry clutched his wand harder at the unknown visitor. The man either didn't notice his wariness or pretended not to. He just gave Harry a friendly smile before speaking in faint Italian accent, "Hello, my name is Baldasarre Salveo, I'm the Potter's private healer."

Harry was surprised to hear such a soft voice from such a large man. He relaxed his grip on his wand at the introduction, James had mentioned a healer last night.

"Oh. Hi. You're here to check on me?"

The healer nodded, "I'd like to talk to you about your condition.

Harry crossed his arms, "Go ahead."

Healer Salveo was very thorough. He first informed about Harry about the state he was found in and how each injury had been healed. The only difficulties were acquiring the specialty nerve potion for the cruciatus curse which had to be specially brewed as nobody had needed for years. The magical exhaustion would most likely wear off within the week. The only thing Harry needed to worry about was nutrition potions for his malnourishment. Harry had to take it once a week for three weeks.

Salveo stood up, "That's it. I'll be leaving then, be sure to tell James or Lily if you feel anymore ill effects."

"Okay, is anybody else here?"

"Nope, James is at the ministry most likely and Lily had some meeting to go to. Stay out of trouble till they get home." With that the towering healer left closing the door behind him. A moment later Harry heard him leaving through the floo.

Harry crept out bed. he was still in pajamas and had no shoes. He opened to door to a long hallway painted blue filled with paintings. At the far what Harry assumed was the front door. He went the opposite way which opened up to warm and inviting kitchen. It was clearly a magical kitchen as he could see the dishes doing themselves. He was relieved to see an actual fridge, it made finding something to eat much easier. He hoped they wouldn't mind him getting some food, he was starving. Harry's inspection of the fridge was interrupt by the sound of the floo flaring up.

Harry straightened up to see his mother walk through the doorway. They both startled at seeing one another.

She spoke first, "Oh Harry! You're feeling better. Sorry I didn't say hello earlier, but you were, well, asleep."

Harry didn't speak, he was still taking her in. She was beautiful. She had long red hair and warm smile. He noticed she had the beginnings of laugh lines and crow's feet, but they did nothing to make her less attractive. In fact, unlike the worn out adults of Harry's world, they made her all the more lovely. She made him think of what mothers should look like: soft, warm, and wise.

Realizing he hadn't said anything, he quickly said hi.

"You weren't alone too long were you? I apologize, I was consulting with someone about charms for enchanting stones," she noticed Harry was standing in front of the fridge, "Are you hungry? It's around lunchtime. I can make you a sandwich if you want, but all we have is leftover turkey."

"Yes please."

Lily laughed as she pulled out ingredients, "You're far more polite than the inhabitants of this house. If they're hungry, they practically demand I make dinner. I'm the best cook, probably because potions. James would just burn it."

Harry tucked the new information about his parents away. He had heard hardly anything their everyday life and habits. Now his mum was making him lunch. Not sure what to do with himself, he sat down at the table awkwardly.

"Do you like mustard?" She looked at Harry inquiringly.

"Wh- oh, no thanks."

"Here you go then," she set the plate down in front of Harry before sitting across from him. As Harry ate his sandwich she peppered him with questions about what he liked to eat.

"Ooh, you like treacle tart? Me too! Nobody else in the family does though," Lily grinned, "Finally I'll have a reason to make it."

"You mean not even me- I mean your Harry?"

She shook her head, "Nope. Funny how that is."

Harry took his last bite and he wondered what other differences there were between him and the other Harry. He was lucky that was for sure.

"Now that you're finished let's go get you some real clothes. I'm sure Harry has some he's left in his room. Wait here."

As his mum left Harry, he contemplated his day so far. Voldemort was dead, he had met his mum and she was wonderful, and he was stuck in another dimension. As far as his usual mishaps, this was actually pretty good.

Thanks for reading guys! I want to thank everybody that left reviews, they mean a lot to me.

I still don't have the some details of the alternate world down yet, so if you'd like to leave suggestions for for what you'd like to see that be great, relationships, certain characters, etc. I'd like to make this world pretty different. Keep in mind I might not use them as I have my own personal preferences. I don't really want to write HHR or Draco.