Double

Thanks to my beta, Darth Marrs, for his help on this chapter.

-appletart55


Chapter Five

Harry had a headache. He opened his eyes slowly. The light in the room was bright.

The first thing Harry did was search for his wand. He couldn't find it.

Damn, thought Harry.

He was comforted to see Ron and Hermione still there with him though.

Ron was on the bed next to him. "Ron, wake-up," said Harry quietly. Harry shook him.

Ron started to wake-up. "Ahh… my head," said Ron in a drowsy voice.

"They stunned us, Ron," said Harry. "We don't have our wands. They must have them."

Next, Harry turned to Hermione. Hermione sat on an old, dusk-pink chair.

Harry shook her gently.

"Harry?" said Hermione after a minute. She blinked slowly. "Where are we?"

"Guess," said Harry with a rueful laugh.

Harry pointed around at the room he was in. The wallpaper was faded. It was a pale green color. It looked like the edges of the wallpaper were peeled. The furniture in the room was old. Everything was dusty. It smelled of mold and disuse.

"Oh, no," said Hermione.

Ron laughed. "You've got to be kidding," said Ron.

Harry nodded. "We're at the Order Headquarters," said Harry. "We're at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."


Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over to the door. Harry tried to open the door first.

"It's locked," said Harry.

"Damn," said Ron. "Now what will we do?"

Hermione smiled. "Well... I brought something with us when we started to plan our journey to Potter manor."

"What's that?" said Ron.

"I have a pair of Extendable Ears," said Hermione.

Ron laughed. He hugged Hermione and lifted her off the ground. "I'm so happy I could kiss you!" said Ron.

Harry coughed and glanced away.

Hermione blushed. "Th-thank you, Ron,"she said.

"You have a pair of Extendable Ears?" said Harry. "All right. Let's use them."


The three sat on the floor. Hermione pushed the Extendable Ears underneath the crack of the door.

They heard voices.

"Who are they? Goddamn it, we don't have a clue! Why did you bring them here? What were you thinking?" said a familiar voice.

"They are under Polyjuice Potion," said someone else. "That much is obvious. That's the only explanation for—"

"They can't be under Polyjuice Potion," said another person. His voice sounded harried and urgent. "After we took off those childish 'Hide-Away Magical Masks—'"

"Completely foolish!" said another person. "Any child can see past those masks."

"—We watched them for over an hour. They didn't turn into their original forms."

"I don't know who they are," said one last person. "But they're powerful. The magic levels on all three of them were off-the-charts. The last boy... the one with the glasses... he was even more powerful than the other two."

"Shhh…" said a voice that sounded like Lily's. "I think they're awake."

Harry, Ron and Hemione jumped at the last thing they heard. The three stood up from their place on the ground and backed away from the door. Hermione quickly stuffed the Extendable Ears into her pocket.

The door opened.

A tall, handsome man with dark hair and a beard entered the room. He wore an earring and had a roguish look about him.

"Sirius," said Harry.

The man named Sirius Black in-this-world frowned. "Yes, that's my name," he said. "But, most people refer to me as Headmaster Black."

"Yes, we know," said Ron with a small chuckle.

Harry remembered seeing Sirius at the headmaster seat in the Great Hall when they first arrived in this world.

Hermione jerked her elbow into Ron's midsection.

"What Ron is trying to say is—"

"Ron, is it?" asked Sirius. Sirius stepped forward. He gave the three Gryffindors a critical eye. "We took off the 'Hide-Away Magical Masks.' We know that you didn't use Polyjuice Potion either. The effects of the Polyjuice Potion only last one hour. You were unconscious for around five hours."

Hermione sighed.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. "We know about Polyjuice Potion," said Harry.

Sirius scowled. "I see. Well, all of this leads to one question: who are you three?"

"It's a long story," said Harry.


Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the kitchen. There were Order members there with them. There was James, Lily, Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody and, finally, Kingsley. They sat around the long kitchen table.

The Order members looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione like they were enemies. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. He was definitely in a different world.

"Excuse me?" said Lily. She looked angry. "Who do you say you are?"

"My name is Harry Potter," said Harry again. "But, I'm not your Harry Potter."

"What does that mean?" said a man's voice. It was this world's James Potter. He had neatly cut hair and a pair of thin, wire-rimmed glasses. He was tall, lean and muscular. He was holding his wife, Lily's, hand.

"We're not from this world," said Hermione. She glanced at Harry. Then, she looked at Ron.

"We were at Hogwarts," said Ron. "We wanted to check-in the Room of Requirement to prepare for that day's meeting of Dumbledore's Army—"

"What?" said Lily. Her eyes flashed. "What in the world is Dumbledore's Army?"

James shook his head. "Dumbledore is dead," he said slowly.

"He's not dead in our world," said Hermione.

"Your world? You're still sticking to this story that you're from another world?" said James Potter.

"It's true," said Harry. "We are from another world. And things are a lot different there."

"What do you mean?" asked Sirius. His voice was quiet.

"In our world Voldemort—"

"Don't say his name!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Sorry," said Harry. "It's a bad habit."

"You-Know-Who was stopped in our world. Now, he's gathering his forces again. He wants to rise up like he did before," said Ron.

Ron smiled at Mrs. Weasley in a friendly way.

Mrs. Weasley did not look comforted. She frowned and glanced away.

"How did he die?" said Sirius quietly. "How was he stopped? Was it Dumbledore?"

"No," said Harry. "Dumbledore didn't do anything."

"Then who did?" asked Tonks. Her hair was a bright, magenta pink. It slowly changed from magenta to red.

"I did," said Harry. "I stopped Voldemort… on a dark Halloween night when I was one-years-old."

"No," said James Potter. He scowled. "That's impossible. You-Know-Who can not be stopped by a child... an infant! He has been in power for over fifty-years."

"He did and he was," said Harry firmly.

The Order members began to talk among themselves. They gave Harry careful, shrewd looks.

"All right, that's enough," said Mad-Eye Moody. "There is only one way to get the truth out."

"How's that?" said Harry.

However, he already knew the answer.

"We need to use Veritaserum," said Mad-Eye Moody. "We need to use the truth-telling potion."

Harry sighed. "That what I figured," he said.


Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the first room that they found themselves in when they first awoke at Order Headquarters.

"How did it go?" asked Harry. He was laying on the bed next to Ron. His head was propped-up on a pillow.

"It was fine," said Hermione. She sat on the antique armchair that she sat in before they were interrogated. "They were surprised when I told them that there were muggleborns at Hogwarts."

"Mum was surprised when I said I was a Weasley," said Ron. "She said she had a son that looked like me though. He died when he was eight-years-old in an air-raid at Diagon Alley."

"How about your other brothers? Are they alive?" asked Hermione.

"Bill, Charlie and the twins are alive," said Ron. "Percy died when he was a baby. There was a magical sickness that spread through England. Percy caught it and died before Mum and Dad could do anything."

"This world is so different," said Hermione quietly.

"Yeah," said Ron. "The Second War never ended. No one stopped Voldemort. He's still out there gaining power. Wizards and witches hate muggles and muggleborns. The Ministry of Magic doesn't allow muggleborns to attend Hogwarts either. They definitely don't allow wizards and witches to marry them."

"This is a world where Voldemort is still alive… a world where You-Know-who is still in power," said Hermione quietly. "What are we doing here?"

Harry sighed. "We need to help them to win," he finally said. "Then, we need to get the hell out of here."