Title: His Father's Hero
Summary: Harry Potter had never been a fortunate boy, but what will happen when fate gives him a chance to become a hero to the people he had always wished to know? Slash, Dimension Travel.
Author: Yahari
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to Yahari…Yahari is just using them for entertainment
Rating: This chapter is rated T, but the rating of the story will move up to M as it progresses
Pairings: Secret for now, but feel free to give me ideas on a pairing you would like to see
AN: I am back from camp but only back for a short while….my job is taking up more and more time and I have to prepare for the new school year….in the mean time, I hope you enjoy the new chapter.
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Albus Dumbledore knew that in times of war, one had to be prepared for anything and everything, but even he wasn't omniscient. He hardly expected to get a floo call from Poppy at two in the morning.
"Albus! Albus! He's gone," Poppy shouted, her hands tugging nervously on her robes.
Albus stumbled out of his bed, his brightly colored nightgown dragging on the floor as he made his way to the fireplace.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean, who is gone?" he questioned, his brow wrinkling in concern.
"The boy! The boy Sirius and Remus brought in! I set him down on one of the beds and when I went to check on him to see if he was beginning to wake, he was gone," Poppy cried.
Frowning, Albus turned to one of the many portraits that adorned the walls.
"Send out a message to the other portraits, ask them if they've seen a boy resembling James Potter or anything out of place wandering these halls recently," ordered Albus.
The monk in the portrait nodded and sped off. Albus then walked over to a table on the side of the room holding a large, clear crystal. When he placed his hand upon it, the crystal lit up as bangs resounded from around the castle.
"I have locked down the wards. Nothing is getting in or out tonight. We can only hope that he hasn't left the grounds yet," Albus stated with a tired sigh. At least the students were all out on break.
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Harry James Potter had just made it across the border of Hogwarts' grounds when the wards lit up and sealed the area behind him, making it nigh impossible to get back into the school. He was panting hard and had to lean against a tree to stay upright.
It had been a shock to find himself in the shrieking shack, to see Sirius alive again, to find himself in Hogwarts' hospital wing. It was almost too good to be true. And then he remembered Sirius mentioning something about James and Lilly, his parents still being alive and realized that this wasn't his home, this wasn't his world.
He had only heard mention of alternate worlds very briefly in Professor Trelawney's class and quite honestly, he hadn't paid that much attention to it. Even to the Wizarding World, alternate dimensions were considered far-fetched, and yet Harry seemed to have found himself in one.
He knew that he couldn't just wait in the hospital wing until someone decided to question him; he needed information about this world. Who knew if he had even been born in this world? Better to escape and raise suspicion from those that he trusted than be killed or sent to Azkaban because he technically didn't exist.
Once he had caught his breath, Harry un-shrunk the med-case in his pocket and pulled out a shockingly purple vial. Harry drank it down in a single gulp, shuddering at the awful taste. It was an advanced form of the Pepper-up potion that would give the drinker an intense burst of energy for up to seven hours. The after effects were nearly crippling, but it could help he keep moving until he could find a safe place to rest.
He first cast a small glamour upon himself, changing his black hair a sandy blond, his green eyes hazel, and slightly changing his face structure to a more angled look. Looking like a carbon copy of James Potter was bound to catch more attention than he needed. Harry then re-shrunk the med-case and apparated to Diagon alley.
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Diagon Alley was much as he remembered it. Few shops were open due to the early hour, and the people who were awake gave Harry suspicious glares as he passed by. The glares were easily ignored, after all, Harry had spent most of his school years being stared at.
Eventually Harry found what he had been looking for. There was a small wire newspaper stand in front of Fortescue's ice-cream shop. Harry picked up a news paper and settled himself down in the small alley between Fortescue's and Harding's Heals. Quickly casting a notice-me-not charm on the alley, Harry whispered lumos and began to read the newspaper, flipping through the gossip and lies to the truth about the world he had found himself in.
Harry read for about an hour before the Power Pepper-up wore off, and by the time he felt the effects, it was too late for him to move.
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Florean Fortescue had seen many strange things in his day, but never had he seen a person passed out in his alley dressed in battle robes with a newspaper in his hands and a pigeon perched upon his head. It was a rather amusing sight, but also one to be wary of.
Florean made sure that the man was thoroughly unconscious before he crept forward and rolled up the man's sleeves, making sure that he didn't bear the dark mark. The closer he got to the man the younger the man looked. At best, the man was nineteen, but there was this overbearing weariness wrapped around the young man like a cloak.
Shaking his head, Florean let out a long suffering sigh. There really was nothing else for it. The young man was clearly out cold, and St. Mungo's was too busy to take in an unknown wizard for free. He couldn't just leave the boy out in the alley way either. It wasn't good for business.
Florean took out his wand and levitated the young man into his shop and then up the stairs until they made it to a guest room that was rarely used. Florean settled the boy on the bed and set up a few wards to go off if and when he woke up.
It probably wasn't the brightest idea to bring a stranger into his house, but Florean's gut told him that the young man needed his help, and Florean, who made his living on what tasted the best, always followed his gut.
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Albus Dumbledore was beyond tired. Since Poppy had awoken him at two in the morning, he and the rest of the staff at Hogwarts had been searching for the missing boy, but he was nowhere to be found.
None of the portraits reported seeing anything unusual and the centaurs of the forest claimed that no one had entered the forest. It was as though the boy had disappeared into thin air, and that was never a good thing.
Albus popped a lemon drop in his mouth and frowned. The search for the boy would have to be called off. The staff had much to do before the start of the new school year and the Order was far too busy dealing with Voldemort. Hopefully this decision would not come back to haunt him.
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Word count: 1409
Time Taken: 2h 30 min
Song: Basket Case~ Green Day
Some of you might have noticed the lack of a side story here….I've gotten a few complaints on them, and quite honestly, they do take a while to write. I will most likely post some as a companion fic, but unless there is a call to bring them back they shall remain separate. I honestly appreciate the constructive criticism and hope that you all will continue to help me improve as a writer.
~Yahari
