Location: Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

Date: May 2nd, 1998

Time: 3:51a.m

Harry James Potter watched as Voldemort's hand trembled on the Elder Wand, with Harry gripping Draco's very tightly. The moment, he knew, was seconds away. "That wand still isn't working properly for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore," Harry explained, gripping Draco's wand tightly as he and Voldemort circled each other within the Great Hall, a crowd of Death Eaters, Order members, teachers, Aurors, and students watched them in anticipation.

"He killed —"

"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!" Harry shouted, raising his hands in exasperation as Voldemort sneered, visibly angry at the prospect of Harry's words.

"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice shook with malicious pleasure. "I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard...The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance..." Harry watched as Voldemort's chest rose and fell rapidly, and Harry could feel the curse coming, feel it building inside the wand pointed at his face.

"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy," Blank shock showed in Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone. He sneered once more, the grip on his own wand tightening. "But what does it matter?" Voldemort said softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone...and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy..." Harry shook his head, annoyed at the stupidity of his opponent. The 'Dark Lord' everyone feared.

"But you're too late," said Harry. "You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him," Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it. "So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does...then it will know that I am the true master of the Elder Wand," A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time so that Voldemort was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Beams of red and green clashed in the center of the great hall, a golden light emanating from the center as the two wizards grimaced. Harry poured his magic into the spell, growling as Voldemort grabbed hold of the Elder Wand, watching it wiggle and wobble as Harry's beam began to easily push against his. Tom visibly began to panic, pushing his magic further and further into the Killing Curse as Harry's pushed back further. After a moment of struggle, Voldemort's beam became nothing, with Harry's red spell hitting the tip of the Elder Wand as said wand shot out of Voldemort's grip.

The wand flew into the air, spinning over and over before landing in Harry's outstretched hand. Harry gasped, bending forward. He dropped Draco's wand, clutching his side as he looked up at the crowd, the deceased and falling body of Voldemort in the corner of his eye. There in the crowd was a single Death Eater with his wand raised, an after trail of green leaving the tip of his wand. Killing Curse. Harry dropped to his knees, dropping onto his back as his outstretched hand fell towards his friends, who all stood there in shock at what had just happened. The last thing Harry could see before darkness overtook him was a blinding bright light, followed by a feeling. One he had only felt during his time in Limbo...near the carcass of a smaller Voldemort. The feeling...of Death.

Location: Unknown

Date: Unknown

Time: Unknown

Harry Potter groaned, his back aching as his entire body twitched and shook. He felt a hand on his face, a soft hand...really soft. There was another on his arm, grabbing his wrist to check for a pulse. Harry smiled, happy to know he was alive as he reached up to grab Hermione's arm, the only person he knew who knew to check for a pulse instead of using magic. Instead of finding a voice to sooth him, a quip from Ron or George, or even a kiss from Ginny, Harry was met with pain. His wrist was grabbed by the soft hand, with the unknown person twisting it as a metal rod slammed into his chest, causing him to growl in pain as he clutched his torso. "Ow," Harry groaned, his eyes slowly opening to find light shining into his eyes.

He could feel sand beneath him, meaning he was either on a beach, or in the middle of a desert. Both likely given accidental apparition. Once his vision had become better given how he couldn't find his glasses, he could make out the form of a girl standing over him. She was wearing an odd outfit made of garbs and random cloth, holding a metal staff that was welded together in many different areas. Seeing as she was a stranger with a metal staff aimed at his face, Harry painfully raised his arms in surrender, before speaking. "Where am I?" He asked.

"Where am I? Do you not know where you are?" The girl asked.

"I wouldn't have asked if I did," Harry replied.

"Well then...you're on Jakku,"

"Jakku?"

"Jakku,"

"Where the hell is Jakku? In the desert?" He asked, slowly sitting up as he shook his head, trying to clear his vision a bit as well as get rid of the pain in his back and skull. It hurt a bit. The girl frowned, lowering her staff from his chin area as she set it against the ground. "Jakku is a desert planet. But not in a desert," She pointed out. Harry shook his head. He hadn't heard her right...he hadn't. A desert planet? Not Earth? How was that possible? "I'm...how am I here? Who are you? Where am I really? Did you take me? What happened to the others?" Harry asked in succession, getting to his feet as the girl backed away, clearly freaked out.

"I-I don't know. You were just lying here in the sand. I didn't see anyone else in the area, so I thought you'd died making your way back to town," The girl replied. "I'm...Rey. And you're on Jakku, a desert planet," She added. Rey...Rey...that was an odd name. Her name couldn't be Raymond because condensing that to 'Rey' would be odd. Maybe he was on another planet...or she was messing with him. "Are you ok?" Rey asked, concern and worry in her voice.

Harry looked around the desert and found...a ship. A giant ship facing nose-down in the sand, torn to pieces as people of all kinds of different appearances exited. Some had tentacles coming off of their heads, some looked ugly, some were completely alien...he was on an alien world. Looking up at the girl he assumed as around fifteen or sixteen, he answered her truthfully. "No...I'm far from ok,"