Harry led the way with the light at the end of his wand. Percy sighed for the fifth time.

"Would you stop that?" Harry gritted his teeth. "The sooner we finish our mission, the sooner we save them."

"Yeah, I know," the boy responded, "But I still feel like we're…ducking out, you know?"

Harry sighed this time. "Yeah, I know."

Katniss was completely silent, which made Harry nervous for the most part. The girl was a wraith, a vengeful ghost. On the other hand, it was nice to know there was at least one of them on the lookout.

The tunnel dropped off to a massive hallway. Percy looked over the edge and whistled loudly, which annoyed Harry to no end. What did this kid not understand about "stealth?"

"This looks like a main hall for giants," he said, "and I would know."

"Nobody cares, Percy," Harry snapped.

"Both of you, enough," Katniss spoke for the first time today. "We need to focus on the mission."

The two stood awkwardly off to the side while Katniss shot a tether into the wall. She tested it and started to feed the rope down. The rope dangled in the open air.

"It's only halfway down," Katniss noted.

"We can make jump like that," Percy said confidently.

"Yeah?" Harry folded his arms, "How do you suppose we're going to get back up?"

"We'll figure that out later." He waved his hand at him.

"Or we could figure it out now and save ourselves the trouble later," Harry argued.

Percy looked at him with a fierce look. Was he that keen on dying?

"This is a waste of time," he said, "You guys stick around here and delegate about this all you want, I'll go and get the job done."

He then grabbed the rope and slid down, dropping down to the floor when he was at the end. Harry looked at Katniss, who seemed just as annoyed at he was. They followed him, and dropped to the floor. Harry bended his knees, but he felt like his feet should have shattered in his shoes. He hissed in pain and glared at the green eyed boy. He was already walking down the hall, slowly disappearing around a subtle curve the path took.

Harry and Katniss jogged to catch up with him, but before they reached the turn, Percy screamed.

Shouted, cried out; didn't matter. They sprinted after him, and were met with a dead end.

At the end was an enormous crystal clear bulb with a thick, white brace wrapping around it and anchoring it to the floor. The bulb seemed to display a galaxy all its own, brightly swirling within the globe.

As magnificent as it looked, they did have a problem: No Percy in sight.

"Where did he-?" Katniss began to wonder, but she paused. "Wait, is that him?"

Harry followed where she was pointing, a figure stood there as still as a statue. He was in front of the globe, but showed no sign of hearing either of them. He was dressed differently from when they last saw him, he had a black leather jacket with white fur sticking out the collar. He had his sword drawn, which isn't unusual, but it made Harry feel uneasy.

"Percy?" Harry crept cautiously closer. "Are you alright?"

They closed the distance to five feet before he answered. He turned his head and grinned wickedly.

Did he…have that scar before?

"Never been better," he answered.

Just then, two portals opened behind Harry and Katniss. He saw an arm reach out and grab Katniss by her arm and yank her through. Before Harry could do anything, he found himself being lifted off the ground, and pulled into the portal behind him.

He heard laughter echoing around him as he hit the cold stone floor. He scrambled to get back up and stood ready for any attack.

He looked at his surroundings, using the light charm. It was dark, but his location was unmistakable. It was that certain chill up his back, the flow of the air around him, the closest thing to a home he's ever felt.

He's at Hogwarts, in the Room of Requirement.

"You like?" A voice breathed behind him.

He spun around, trying to find the voice within the shadows, but failed.

"Like what?" He asked the stranger, trying to see if he could draw him out.

"The collection," he whispered. "Look around, above you."

Harry raised his wand to illuminate the air above him. Hanging from the high ceiling, Wands were tied by their handles by strings, some were hung higher, while others were hung lower where he could clearly see them.

Harry...recognized some of them.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded, panic rising in his chest, "What have you done?"

Harry turned to see a hooded figure that scared the living day lights out of him. He shouted, stumbling back and falling. He quickly gathered himself up and stood his ground, ready to duel.

The figure was grinning from ear to ear. He calmly, dramatically, pulled back his hound to reveal his identity. His robes had the Slytherin patch and the green lining on the insides. His black hair was slicked back, his yellow eyes danced with madness, and he was apparently missing his glasses. All evidence pointed to one conclusion, but Harry didn't want to believe it. The lightning bolt scar on his forehead, however, erased any doubt he had.

With all the talk of multiple worlds, Harry figured there was at least one world where he ended up in a different house. Although he never dreamed that it would turn out like this.

The two Harry's observed each other, pacing each other in a circle. Harry thought hard, concentrating on the details of his doppelganger, trying to figure out what went wrong.

Harry realized with horror what had happened.

"You went to Slytherin," he guessed, "and never met Ron, or Hermoine, or any of the others. When you faced Voldemort, you only had Malfoy."

"Faced him?" The other Harry giggled, "I couldn't join up fast enough! I am the last man standing! The very. Last. Living. Horcrux."

"And the school?" Harry found his panic rising uncontrollably. He tried to get a grip, but couldn't. "What about Dumbledore?"

"Who? Oh, the old geezah!" The Crazed Harry slapped his knee, "He was a tough old bird! But he was worth it, see?" He pulled the elder wand out from his sleeve. "It's enjoying the company of a new master!"

Harry was appalled. "You killed the Headmaster?"

"You want to see him?" He tossed Harry a small stone. When Harry caught it, he was surrounded. Countless students and teachers, all of their wands hanging up in this room.

He recognized them. All of them were students and friends that he had met over the years.

He had killed all of them.

"Good God," Harry cursed. "You're a psychopath."

"Excrutio!"

Harry dropped to his knees, the pain arcing through his body made him grit his teeth. It wasn't like before, when it felt like his bones were on fire, this time it was like a thousand bites all over his body. It felt like an army of snakes had come out just to attack him. He convulsed on the floor, his eyes tearing up at the pain, he could help but scream.

"You will be the most interesting part of my collection," the madman spoke softly, "I've never thought I could collect my own wand. My own, other wand. I'll have to look into this further, maybe I can steal all the wands on your world too."

He knelt down next to his head, and whispered, "Tell me; are the Weasley's still alive on your world? I only ask because they've only had one daughter in all their years together. I want to collect hers first."

Harry's eyes snapped back open, and he grabbed for the wand he dropped. Fighting through the pain, he cast a spell on his double, and sent him spiraling back. He landed, and the pain stopped. Harry, gasping for air, scrambled to one of the pillars around the room. He fought to keep his breath, and his breakfast, from escaping.

He heard the Crazed Harry get up as well.

"Good one," he said, "Almost had me there."

There was silence, Harry knew he was stalking around the room, trying to find him. Harry needed this to end quickly. One good hit, and he's back on the floor or, worse yet, killed.

He casted blindly at the duplicate, and he retaliated. Harry ducked over it another pillar, risking a glance at his enemy's position. He then shot a bolt of energy to the ceiling, causing it to rumble and collapse.

"No!" the Crazed Harry howled, "George! Ash! Luna!"

He flung himself at the rubble on the floor, scraping for the wands on the ground. Harry made his move.

"Sectumsempra!"

The Crazed Harry arced his back and cried out in pain. Harry stepped out and cast more spells, every one he could think of. His doppelganger's robes were caught aflame, then doused in a torrent of water. His wand flew off into the distance, he was hit, multiple times, by the stunning spell, Stupify.

The Crazed Harry was on his back, breathing heavily and huffing out a strange, dizzy noise. It was his laughter.

"Pathetic," the madman whispered, "To get through this life, you only need three spells. I've seen me use them, in that other world. All but one. Do it, kid. Strike me down, finish me off. Use the killing curse…"

Harry glared down at him. The creature at his feet disgusted him so much, he actually considered it. He wants the man dead and forgotten.

"I killed the Dark Lord," he confessed, "So he'd stop talking in my head. It's quiet now. Please let me die, in the serene peace I have now…"

Harry growled, "You deserve nothing less than your own circle of hell."

Harry forced himself to calm down.

"But you'll come to that," he told him, "in your own time. Right now, I'll let the Dementors have their way with you."

He slammed his foot against the Crazed Harry's forehead, effectively knocking him out. Harry, not feeling satisfied, cast another spell that crumbled the wall to his right.

The hole exposed the dark room to the hallway outside, where several student onlookers peeked inside.

There was a good minute of silence as the kids tried to decide how to react.

"Go," Harry told them, "Grab a teacher you can trust."

One of them nodded in understanding, and they all scrambled away. Harry took a breath, and a bright light shined down on him from behind. He turned and saw the portal that had brought him here in the first place.