AN: ok, so it seems that the 1st owner of this story gave it to more than one person, guess she didn't like me taking to long, but life does take most of my time, and I still don't know how to download something from the school computer to the Internet because they are so slow, and I don't want to get into trouble; so I have to stay with my laptop. I'm also halfway with the next one, and i'm doing the Inuyasha story since I was asked to continue, plus I don't want to leave my other story of Harry, since I don't want to lose my idea of it (like I did with Inuyasha), I know, you hate me, but please don't, I love this site, and all of you! 3

Chapter 10: Realizing:

Canon dimension:

"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with Harry?" Ron asked anxiously.

"I'm not sure," the elderly wizard admitted, his brow creasing in thought. "He sounds thruthfull; however, if he's an imposter, the spell will wear off eventually."

Frowning, Remus drew his wand and made a complicated gesture. "There aren't any disguising spells or illusions on him, Albus. What else can impersonate someone this well? Even his voice sounds like Harry!"

"Could it be Polyjuice?" Ron suggested.

"How do you know about Polyju— no, on second thought, don't answer that," Remus said, shaking his head. "Well, Polyjuice would wear off pretty soon."

"Albus, this doesn't make sense," Tonks concluded, after a moment's thought. "This boy doesn't sound like our Harry, he seems different, and I don't mean potion or magic different."

"I don't know…perhaps Voldemort Confounded him."

During their conversation, Moody had been staring blankly at the unconscious boy. Now, he looked up sharply. "Let's give him veritaserum. There's no way he could lie under that."

"Alastor, we don't have any veritaserum," Remus told him wearily. "At least, I don't think so. Snape could brew some, but it would take a long time. What are we going to do in the meanwhile?"

"Isn't there some kind of Truth Charm or something?" the old auror persisted. "I don't like seeing Potter…like that, he looks to weak."

"Truth Charms can be broken," Dumbledore pointed out.

"Can I ask him some questions?" Ron spoke up. "Either he's Harry, or he's not, right? If he's really Harry, there are certain things he'll know…"

The Headmaster considered it briefly before consenting. "Very well. Remus, revive him, but tie him up first. We can't take chances here."

Grimly, the werewolf did as he was told. "Ennervate."

"Wha?" Harry mumbled, opening his eyes to see Remus standing over him, wand aimed at his forehead. Frightened and disoriented, he panicked and tried to squirm away, but to his horror, he found himself magically bound.

"Mr. Weasly go ahead," Dumbledore directed to Ron, who stepped forward and knelt by Harry.

"Mate, what happened on Halloween of our first year?"

"Um…a troll got in," Harry replied, confused as to why his friend was questioning him.

"And?" Ron prompted.

"I think some girl got injured, but that's it. Why?"

"Some girl?" Dumbledore repeated.

"Yeah. What's going on, Professor?"

"Harry, what's the password to open the Map?" Remus inquired.

"The Marauder's Map? 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good.' What's with all these questions?" Harry almost yelled frustrated, "I already told you who I am! Why don't you still believe me!

"Just be patient," Remus coaxed. "What's your dad's Animagus form?"

"A stag."

"What do you hear when you get close to a dementor?" Ron put in.

"What's a dementor?"

Dumbledore, Moody, and Remus exchanged bewildered glances. Then, Remus had an idea. "Harry…could you describe the entrance hall of Potter Mansion for me?"

"Sure" he replid annoyed at the fact that they were still doubting him, "It's white marble veined with gold, and there's a picture of my parents and I on the wall across from the front door. The ceiling's really high, with a crystal chandelier, and there are glass lights on the walls."

"What about the master bedroom?" Sirius whispered.

"Dark red carpet, ivory walls with gold designs, a huge bed in the middle of the room, with a gigantic window on the east side facing the Quidditch Pitch."

"That's unbelievable!" Remus exclaimed. "The master bedroom at Potter Mansion has special wards on it; you can't enter unless you're with a Potter," he explained to Dumbledore, Tonks, and Ron. "James showed it to Sirius and me once, but Pettigrew never saw it. By the time Harry was born, James and Lily were in hiding at Godric's Hollow. He's never seen Potter Mansion."

"Of course I have!" Harry protested. "I live there! Are you all deaf?!"

"I think I believe what Mr. Potter is saying," Dumbledore declared suddenly.

"What?" Ron demanded. "Did You-Know-Who do something to Harry?"

"Maybe…you see, I weather he did or did not do anything, it seems very clear that Harry has been switched with another Harry from a different dimension."

"That's impossible!" Hermione and Ron cried in unison, in where Hermione had spoken for the first time since they started talking.

"No, it's very possible," Remus agreed. "An interesting thought, Dumbledore. What do you propose we do about this? I think it's safe to assume that Harry, regardless of his origin, is basically the same person as the Harry from this world?" he asked unsure.

Remus grimaced as he remembered Harry's attitude earlier that morning. "I'm not so sure about that, Remus…I don't think it's a good idea to send Harry back to the Dursleys."

"Why would I stay at the Dursleys? How can I go back home?" Harry asked, his voice becoming more and more frantic.

"Calm down, your parents are safe and sound back in your own dimension," Ron soothed, though he still looked a little doubtful of Remus' opinion. "Things are different in this world, that's all."

His best friend scowled. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to like this dimension even less.

AN: ok, I have the other chapter ready done and I'm writing the next chapter which it will be done ASAP! scout's honor!

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