Sorry for the wait! In other news Unfogging the Future is on hiatus because I've got no inspiration for it. Plus I can't find my H-B-P but it will be continued soon! I want to thank you all for all the positive and negative reviews i've received for this. This stories becoming one of my favourites to write (second after Unfogging the Future because it's my first Harry Potter story and my most popular.) So I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Brief chapter overview:

Harry's on the run from the ministry and to top it off, a load of Death Eater wannabes. Ginny's met the arrogant boy–who-lived and what would have been Harry's family. Dumbledore's (alternate worlds) has found a rip in the space time continuum and is getting suspicious. Meanwhile, someone from Harry's worlds has found the entrance, intending to rule all. All the pieces are in place, but what will happen now?

Just a brief over look on pairings too.

Normal World Pairings:

Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter

Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Alternate World Pairings:

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

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Ginny found herself being forced into a beautifully carved wooden chair and enduring forkfuls of mashed potato and gravy pushed down her neck.

"Now then dear, why don't you tell us what you're doing here?" Ah, there it was the dreaded question.

Ginny slowed down her chewing and ate the food as painfully slowly as she could so she couldn't answer the question. Unfortunately for her, it didn't seem like Lily wasn't going to let her ignore the previous statement. She gulped down the last remains of her food unhappily and drove her mind into overwork to think of a logical excuse.

"Well, my mother thought it would be best if I um... came to stay with my granddad for the summer, yeah that's it! Stay with my granddad for the summer!" Ginny flashed Lily a thousand watt smile, happy with her excuse.

Lily looked at her blankly and it seemed it would stay that way until a figure appeared in the doorway.

"But its November, so how can you be here for the summer?" Ginny blanked out.

Damn

"Um, well you see…" she rubbed the back of her head nervously.

There was a long, stretching silence.

"Oh! I get it!" Lily had awoken from her daydream state, "you must live in one of those countries where its still summer!"

Yeah, sure, let's go with that. Ginny gave a sheepish grin, "Caught me out again Lily," she said, referring to their first meeting. "Can't get anything by you can I?"

Lily laughed. "I suppose they didn't call me the best witch in my year for nothing."

Feeling uneasy on almost being caught on, Ginny chuckled they turned to the one who had figured her excuse out.

"Um, not to sound rude, but who are you?" The mood in the room changed from happy to sudden confusion and in the boy's case, suspicion.

"How can you not know who I am?" he asked it with an arrogant tone, which Ginny immediately didn't like.

"I come from a country where news doesn't get into much," the lie slipped easily off her tongue.

"Well then," his tone changing as he drew himself up, he grasped her hand and pressed bright red lips to it.

"Andrew Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, a pleasure to meet you."

And, as if to reply to that, Ginny just stared. Then, amazingly, she giggled, and before long it turned into a full blown laugh. That was hilarious, him! The boy-who-lived. She couldn't help it.

"If you'll excuse me!" Andrew's voice became cold and he towered over her, "But what do you find so funny?"

Ginny stopped laughing and drew herself up to her full height – which wasn't very big when sat down – and gulped; boy did she have some explaining to do.

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Harry found himself running again.

"Why oh why did I say that! EWWWW nasty thoughts!" he exclaimed.

Let's flashback and figure out why Harry is running and asking stupid questions shall we?

The party of four stared at each other, occasionally blinking. Our Harry, however, found himself looking at one Draco Malfoy rather than anywhere else.

Man! He thought when did Malfoy get those muscles? And his hair! Is it just me or does it look even better in this light! Meow! Talk about cute!

It took Harry a few minutes to minutes to register what her had just said, and when he did, lets say that overreact isn't the word for it.

"EEEEEWWWWWW! DIRTY BRAIN! I DO NOT THINK MALFOY IS CUTE!"

If the silence was deafening before, Harry believed he must of popped his ear drums as it seemed not even the birds where cheeping now. They were like the gossipy old ladies that live down your street. Mouths always nattering away and eyes creeping to watch you. Busybodies with no life. But you never mock them because we all know we will turn into one as we grow older. As much as we don't want to, we will. Soap Operas and bird watching channels will take over our lives and ice cream will taste sour. We will suck food through small tubes and complain that life wasn't like this when we were young. We'll start a revolution and demand that things were… Ooops, getting off topic here. Before I start to ramble on about old ladies and their habits again, let's get onto the story.

So anyways where were we? Ah yes; I remember now. His double clone raised his eyebrows and Malfoy began to cry.

"You don't?"

"Aww, don't cry darling, mummies here! And looksies! So's Harry Warry!"

Said mentioned Harry Warry, just glared and turned his head, disgusted at the nickname.

"Erm, okay." A little creeped out with the way things were going, Harry started to edge away. "I'll just be going now."

"No you don't!" it seemed his copy had joined back in and the others were sobering up.

"After him!"

Awww shit. Harry cursed and ran.

Ok, with that done I'm afraid we'll have to leave this lovely scene, because I too am quite freaked out. So let's say goodbye to Harry for now and say hello to the wrinkly old dude in his office!

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Dumbledore was puzzled, in the very least. A rip that wasn't in his robes, it was preposterous. Yet there it was, clear as day. A small chart showing a jagged line. But this wasn't an ordinary chart, no; it showed the space time continuum.

Dumbledore shook his head, for a moment there he thought he heard some dramatic music. Putting his small orchestra problem aside for the moment –he'd figure out how to make it play some Spice Girls music later- he put a gnarled finger on the chart and motioned the person beside him.

"When did you find this Kingsley?"

"This morning sir, right before breakfast, did you know they were serving scones this morning?"

"Blast it! I wanted a scone as well," he coughed, "sorry, back to work, what does it symbolise?"

"I think, and this is rare for me, that it's a rip leading into an alternate world.

"Hmmm," he liked that word, made it sound like he was thinking.

"Sir?"

"Leave me, I must figure this out."

"Of course sir," he put his head back round the door before he closed it. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"If theres any scones left, you want me to save you one?"

"Yes yes Kingsley."

Dumbledore stood; well he'd figure this out later. He stretched. A ripping noise sounded from his lower back.

"Darn," he studied the rip. At least all was well again.

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A scratching voice echoed from the shadows as a pale hand stroked a ray of blue light.

"Yes, the portal, and soon, I will pass through it, soon."

A high pitched laugh echoed.

"MWHAHAHAHAAHA-cough cough-MWHAHAHAHAHA!"

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Hmm, - like Dumbledore, I like this word!- so, the pieces are in place, Harry's having dirty thoughts about Malfoy and Dumbledore's got a rip in his pants. Whats gonna happen now? Tune in next time!