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 3

Harry wasn't sure where he had wound up but his wand was in his hand before he had even managed to recover the wind he'd lost first when he'd hit the surface of what ever it was he'd landed on, then its subsequent collapse. He looked around dazedly. Okay where in Merlin's name was he? It almost looked like the interior of the Shrieking Shack. How the remaining death eaters had gotten the goblins to give him a timed port key he didn't know but it sucked. He looked around, "What the Hell?"

Harry was indeed surrounded but not by Death eaters. Was this the afterlife? Albus was dead as was Moody, Remus, Severus, Amelia Bones and Deadalus, but Kingsley was alive as was Minerva, Tonks, Poppy and the three Weasleys in the room. So where was he? This didn't look remotely like Death's waystation either, for one thing he was wearing clothes and he was armed.

"Easy now." Albus said. The young man in front of him had a slender build, messy dark hair and a strong aura.

The young man shook his head causing splinters to go flying and giving Albus a glimpse of a jagged scar on his forehead. Albus couldn't help himself he stepped forward and brushed the tousled locks back. "As I live and breathe Harry Potter!"

"Yeah what's it to you? You're dead. Care to explain how I find myself in a room where half the people in it are supposed to be dead?"

"Voldemort where you come from, is he vanquished?"

"He's dead. I finally managed to off the bastard a month and a half ago. Where are we and how is it you're alive?"

"It's nineteen ninety five, you're in the shrieking shack and I've brought you here to our universe so you can destroy Voldemort."

"Excuse me? Did you just say you brought me here so I could off him for you? Again?"

Albus nodded eyes twinkling.

Harry gaped. This could not be happening. He looked at the old man's twinkling eyes. He thought he had forgiven the old imbecile's transgressions, that he didn't feel anger towards him anymore but as he looked at those twinkling eyes he could have swore a red haze was engulfing him. He started to count to ten but quickly decided a hundred might be better. He finally found words so he asked the first question to pop into his mind. "What happened to the me in this universe?"

"Ah, yes, no time for that now. How about we have Poppy check you over? After all it must be very stressful..."

"Answer the sodding question Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore sucked in a deep breath. "He died."

"How?"

"His relatives didn't feed him the summer after his first year."

"So he died because of your stupidity, and you have the nerve to drag my arse from another effing universe, and you expect me to save your collective arses.

"Give me one good reason why I should, Arsehole."

Albus Dumbledore goggled. Never in all his years... well at least since his defeat of Grindelwald had anyone ever dared to insult him so.

Minerva stepped forward "HOW DARE YOU?"

Harry snapped off a silent silencio at this Minerva, and followed it with an expelliarmus at Albus there was no way he was going to let this idiot continue to hold the Elder Wand. As the wand flew towards his hand he used his seeker reflexes to snag it in midair and was very quick to snap it.

Albus went gray with shock.

Harry contemplated. He was now being glared at by just about everyone in the room. Alastor was looking at him like he was considering AKing him at any second. "You want me to off your Voldemort, then what is in it for me? If you say fame and honor I'm leaving now. I'm assuming the Potter fortune here is gone given poor little Harry died. Died because of Dumbdork's here belief that family would never hurt family, despite his own experience with his sister. You want me to do this fine, I want something beyond personal satisfaction out of it. I'll do it but not for his so called "greater good". I'll do it for those poor helpless sods, those fine upstanding muggles, that are helpless when it comes to snakeface and his minions. But there is most definitely a price involved, you don't get something for nothing."