The Abuse in a Violently Different Dimension
By Juu & Jekyll
7. In Memory
I can't live in the past
And drown myself in memories
Welcome to nowhere and finding out where it is
And fixing your problems and starting over again
"I assume you are talking about the Forbidden Forest?" Morgane asked, interrupting Harry's tale before he could get into it.
"Oh, uh yeah. Um, something happened there that kind of... made me loose trust in the one person I though I could trust indefinitely. He lied to me about something important and I found out at the worst time."
Morgane let out a short, feminine laugh. "That is not very detailed," she commented amused.
Harry just gave her a nondescript look that could have meant anything. "I just… don't want to talk about it yet. It makes me feel angry all over again. And I appear to commit arson every time I get mad. I blew up back then. Like literally exploded with fire everywhere."
"Your elemental power," Morgane named his new-found ability. "I will try to explain it further, but first I need you to tell me more about what has happened to you. Just the bare basics should be enough for now, no need to agitate your fire yet."
Harry sighed deeply and stared down at his entwined fingers as he mentally travelled back to the happenings of last night
"Dumbledore, the manipulative old coot enjoys to keep important stuff from me. All it ever does is put me in danger, yet he keeps doing so. And in the forest I found out yet another thing he had kept from me and I just went into this fit of rage!"
His hands clutched each other in such a strong grip that it made his fingers turn red, but he didn't notice.
"When I confronted him about it, I was attacked by a professor. We duelled and next thing I know I'm standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch! From that point on things started to get even weirder."
"You were in a duel with one of your professors?"
Harry shrugged and unfolded his hands to place them flat on the floor. They were tingling and warm. The feeling of the cold stones below them was calming. "He was being an obnoxious bastard. He hates me."
He heard Morgane's twittering laugh again and glanced up at her. She stared with clear affection down at him and it made him wonder what he had said to deserve such a look.
"You fought with a professor and dare to call them names? That shows your tale must be true. You, my dear, must be from somewhere else. You see, I have heard of the Harry Potter of this world, and none of it was positive. I assume this world's Harry would never even dare to do or say such things as you claim."
Harry send her a lopsided grin.
"You are here from another reality, or dimension as you may call it, and you have no idea what exactly caused it? No spell you used? Or your professor?"
He shook his head. "No, I recognized all the hexes he used."
"Then we will have to find out how it happened and how to repeat this."
Harry ruffled with a hand through his already wild hair. "I really have no idea how it happened. To be fair, I was mad as hell and didn't really think beyond getting rid of Snape to continue my talk with Dumbledore. It's so confusing though-"
Morgane gave a slight nod. "It's not everyday you find yourself in a violently different dimension. Confusion is to be expected."
Harry let out a short barking laugh that had no amusement in it. "It is all so odd. Another reality! It's like saying I went back into time. Oh wait, already did that; though it feels just as weird. Like I could bump into my other self at every second now... oh..."
He trailed off as he realized that this was exactly what had happened and the other Harry was dead. Because of him. He wondered distraught if killing himself could be considered suicide.
"Time travel?" Morgane asked and leaned interested towards him, effectively snapping Harry out of his morbid thoughts. He gazed up at her face. Her eyes were wide open with clear curiosity.
"Yeah. We, that is my friends and I, used a time turner."
Morgane gasped audibly. "You mean one of those chains with small hourglasses on it that-"
Harry nodded. He couldn't stop the amused grin from creeping onto his face. The statue seemed so interested in hearing his words. It actually felt really good to finally have someone full attention on him like this with nothing more behind it than open curiosity.
"Those things are really powerful and dangerous! And you used one, Harry?"
"Yeah, together with my friend Hermione Granger back in our third year to save the lives of a few good friends. Not to mention my own!"
"You were only thirteen years old? Inconceivable!" said Morgane and then grinned, not in the least bothered about the fact that he did something which was considered illegal. "What was it like?"
"Well, just as confusing as being here! Most I remember of it was Hermione dragging me along, making sure we didn't bump into our past selves."
"Hermione Granger you said? Is she a dear friend of yours?"
"Absolutely! She and Ron Weasley have been my best friends ever since our first year at Hogwarts. She is so smart and eager to learn that she refused to choose subjects in our third year; she wanted to take them all! That is why Professor McGonagall got her a time turner."
"Really, McGonagall did such a thing? Very interesting I must say," said Morgane. "But Hermione Granger is, in my humble opinion, an arrogant and cocky Slytherin. She doesn't come by my corridor often, but when she does I simply wish I was able to stick out a foot when she passes by..."
"Wait what? Hermione is a Slytherin!" Harry exclaimed startled with clear disbelief. "How about Ron Weasley?" He pulled a face. "Don't tell me he's the most intelligent Ravenclaw that has ever attended Hogwarts!"
Morgane let out a small giggle at his reaction. "If you mean the tall, red headed Quidditch-player. I can inform you that he is the house of the brave."
"Thank Merlin that some things never change!" Harry said relieved. "And Malfoy?" he suddenly found himself asking. "Draco Malfoy? Still a Slytherin snot?"
Secretly he hoped that Draco indeed hadn't changed either. That some things really would remain the same in every dimension. Besides, he enjoyed his fights with the blond prat, since generally Voldemort was to far away to act out his anger on, he could direct it to the Slytherin, who retailed with just as much fervour.
"Draco Malfoy?" Morgane said with a slight frown. "About him, he-"
"Potter! Harry Potter!" A loud booming voice echoed through the hallways. "Where are you, Harry Potter!"
Harry looked startled in the direction where the voice came from, unconsciously drawing his wand. As he glanced to Morgane, he saw that she had stopped moving. He was staring broodingly at her frozen form when the Fat Friar flew through a wall.
The ghost seemed startled to have found Harry so easily and hovered in the air above him for a short amount of time.
"Your House Head wishes to see you," he finally stated.
"Oh," was Harry's only response as he quickly put his wand away.
The Fat Friar started to float away, but stopped as he noticed Harry wasn't following him. "What are you waiting for? Professor Rosier asked me to deliver you personally, so get a move on!"
Harry quickly jogged after him. This Fat Friar seemed less jovial then the one from back home, but perhaps it was just because of the situation. Or maybe he just didn't like Harry, like apparently all the people in this world.
They seemed annoyed with his presence at the least. Was it because they, on some unconscious level, knew Harry was not from their world or did they simply not like their world's Harry Potter?
And if memory conserved right; the Herbology professor Sprout, was the Head of the Hufflepuff House.
So who was Rosier?
To Be Continued
VG Jekyll (October 2014): Rewritten. I took out the part where Morgane asked Harry if he was certain he wanted to return to his original dimension. That was something Juu had written, but it just didn't sit right with me. At this moment in time, there really shouldn't be a question about him wanting to return home, if only to confront Dumbledore again.
[In Memory -Shinedown]
