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Yeah, lots of angst here, don't like, I'm the wrong author for you (I try happy and angst happens, I don't even...)

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Chapter 11

"Tell the truth!"

The man's voice was deep and horrifying, his eyes glowing a deep red colour, his face distorted into that of a monster. Harry twisted to try and escape, but the bonds around his wrists tightened, until he could no longer feel his fingers.

Straining, he twisted frantically, blood beginning to pour from the wounds on his wrists as the man above him grew and grew until Harry was but an ant at his feet.

The man gave a deep, chilling laugh, which terrified the tiny Harry as the bonds appeared to saw completely through his wrists.

The man raised his foot, and Harry knew this was the end, he was going to be killed...

"Harry!"

Harry's eyes snapped open, his wrists twisting over each other, his eyes frantic.

"What-?" he croaked, his voice hoarse from lack of use.

He saw his parents looking kindly down on him, his mother's hand in his hair, his father hovering just slightly further back, looking extremely awkward.

"It's okay, sweetie." His mother's calming voice was saying, "You're safe now."

Looking around, Harry saw they were out of the woods, and he appeared to have been washed and clothed. He finally allowed himself to relax slightly, but his hands still twisted over each other over and over again.

Crack!

Harry flinched at the sound, but he had little time to register the person standing in front of him as his doppelganger, until another crack sounded, and the noise shouting suddenly filled the air.

"How can this have happened?"

Harry was shocked to see Neville being the owner of the voice.

"We were winning! We'd practically won!"

"Neville..." Harry's doppelganger looked dog-tired, and Harry suddenly remembered why.

Looking back over his shoulder, Harry had seen a flash of green light and a yell, and had realised someone had died, just as the world disappeared around him.

That must have been when he'd passed out.

Neville rounded on Harry... No wait, it wasn't him the glare was fixed at, Neville's stony gaze appeared to be fixed upon his parents.

Why would he be upset at them?

"It's your fault!" Neville growled, his wand gripped tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white in his anger. "If you'd waited. If you'd stayed just a couple more minutes..."

His voice broke, and his hands began to shake.

"You're selfish." Neville's voice had turned into a whisper.

"I saw how you treated Harry before we left. Our Harry, I mean." He continued bitterly, his glare briefly turning upon the wounded Harry lain down before him.

"You were vile." Neville spat, and Harry saw his father recoil slightly from the hate in his voice. "You only cared about one thing, finding him." He pointed at Harry, "But you didn't stop to think there might be consequences? You didn't care who you hurt on the way."

"I saw the way you looked at him yesterday." He continued at James, "I could tell what you were thinking, I could tell you wished our Harry was in the place of yours. Never mind what he's been through, never mind how desperately he was trying to help you. We all were. But you didn't care, caught in your own world. You don't belong here.

"I wish you'd never come, and don't you dare try and agree with me." Neville's voice rose in a crescendo as James tried to interrupt him. "You got your son back. Your son who is a spoiled brat, who no doubt thinks the same as you, would have left anyone else there in his place. But you know what, you don't get to choose who gets to experience hell. You don't get to choose who dies.

Otherwise, I would gladly have taken Luna's place."

And with his breath catching in his throat, his watery eyes filled with pain and anger and hatred, Neville turned from the room and fled.

The last Harry saw of him was his hunched back, his hands working their way into his hair, and the sound of a tiny sob escaping him.

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For several moments, the room rang with the echoes of Neville's emotion, Harry realising everyone else must have apparated in during Neville's rant.

"Is it true?"

Harry's voice was quiet and croaky in the silent room, but everyone seemed to jump anyway. He was looking at his parents, his voice sad.

"Did you really – did you wish he was in my place?" Harry gestured towards his doppelganger.

If the silence wasn't confirmation enough, Harry's father was unable to look him in the eye, and Lily's green eyes began to water.

She reached out towards him, but Harry recoiled from her.

"He would have died out there." His voice was a whisper. "And I would never wish that on anyone. Not that hell, and especially not after... You remember what they told us?"

James and Lily's heads bowed as one as they were reprimanded by their son.

"It was not your choice to make. He never had parents to be proud of him, to love him, and now you've killed any chance he had."

Exhausted, Harry sank back into a chair, his hands worming into his hair.

It was Lily who spoke first.

"Luna?" her voice was quietly horrified. "Is she-?"

The other Harry's nod was enough.

"And... if we'd stayed?"

She did not wait for an answer, but sank, horrified to the floor, head shaking in disbelief. "I thought... I thought we'd won. I thought it was safe."

The other Harry stepped forwards, pain in his eyes, but his voice was calm.

"You are lucky." He said quietly, "You know very little of war and what it is like to live in. You were not to know the rules of battle, that it is never over. You are not to blame."

His hand rested carefully upon Lily's bowed head.

"I forgive you."

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Later that day, after everyone had rested, save those unable, Hermione was approached by someone else.

Remus walked slowly up to her, and touched her carefully on the shoulder.

Jumping, Hermione was on her feet, her wand in her hand before Remus could even react.

"Sorry!" he jumped back, his hands in the air. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, I'm sorry." Hermione returned, "I should have known there was no threat here. What did you want?"

Remus sat down in front of her carefully.

"We don't belong here." He began, "I mean in this reality. We've caused more than enough trouble just being here."

Hermione's gaze briefly stopped on the other Harry sat dejectedly on the other side of the room.

"You want to go home." She said, "It's understandable. And to tell the truth, I must agree with you. It's been nice meeting you all, but..."

Remus nodded in agreement. "You are all very strong people, but you deserve to be allowed to be weak for a while, I think. You cannot do that whilst we are here."

Hermione leant forwards in her chair, "I think we first need to address how exactly you managed to get here in the first place...

Remus grinned lopsidedly for a second. "Well, it was Sirius' fault, really." He began...

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This section is in the POV of Canon!Harry

Harry's heart felt heavy as he sat on his own, curled up in an armchair, his gaze fixed upon a spot on the adjacent wall where some of the wallpaper had peeled away.

He sighed.

"You look like you're deep in thought."

Ginny's familiar voice came from behind him, and Harry found himself smiling slightly, even though a minute before, he could not imagine ever smiling again.

Turning around, Harry took in the sight of his girlfriend, eyes twinkling, though he could see the sadness hidden just out of sight – Luna had been a good friend to them all, but to her especially.

Her arms were filled with a baby Teddy, his hair jet black as he seemed to have recognised the mood the inhabitants were in. Gurgling happily in Ginny's arms, he reached out a hand and caught some of Harry's hair in his fist.

"Ow, Teddy, no!" Harry cried in surprise, his eyes watering as the baby began to tug at his hair.

Through her laughter, Ginny seemed able to distract the child with a toy, for which he immediately let go of Harry's hair.

Holding Teddy close to her, Ginny walked round the sofa to sit down next to Harry, at which point Teddy apparently decided Harry looked far too miserable and with a happy sound, he flopped his way onto Harry's lap, looking up at him with his big blue eyes, his gummy mouth attempting a smile.

"Hey kiddo." Harry reached down and ruffled the child's hair, who gurgled happily and promptly fell asleep in his lap. Amused, Harry looked across at Ginny, who was watching the two of them happily, and reached her hand out to slot it into his, and they clung to each other for comfort.

So?

Too much angst?

I'm sorry, I love Luna, but I definitely couldn't kill Neville, or any of the trio so unfortunately...

Hope you enjoyed it - using enjoyed as a loose term here... hope you liked it?... no... hope you thought my writing was passable, and not riddles with errors? Yeah, that works :)

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