Start of Summer
Harry sighed and sat down on the chair in front of the stunned muggle.
This was the last one.
Harry had been creating a backstory about himself and false paperwork, and part of that was to create fake memories of himself as a child.
The neighbourhood, that random cafe, and the regular school all knew Harry Potter now, as he had charmed them.
Years ago, Harry would have been disgusted that he was playing with the memories of the innocent but after multiple Death Eater attacks, it was easy now.
The survival of the fittest.
Harry said to the still stunned muggle, "Do you think I did wrong, Miss Robinson?"
Harry continued, "I don't think so, I have always survived and done anything for that. I am sorry."
Harry disapparated with a small pop.
Sirius asked, "What's the matter, old man?"
After Sirius had learnt of Harry, he had thought that calling him 'old man' would be funny but since his son, Regulus, had been calling him that for years, it wasn't a big problem for him.
Harry answered, "I have now studied Physics since I was ten."
Sirius sighed and then looked down, he said, "I don't know how you are always so calm about changing someone's memories."
Harry's eyes dulled and he said, "You know how."
Sirius nodded sadly.
Remus entered the room at that moment and saw that Harry and Sirius were looking sad, he asked, "Are you two okay? We have to get Violet in a bit and you two don't seem excited about that."
Sirius let out a sigh and then said, "We are good, it's just, you know, how casual Harry's about planting fake memories in muggles. Heck, even Death Eaters didn't mess with someone's mind, except to break it with torture-"
"Which is objectively worse, since it hurts them. I am just surviving, it's not a bad thing, Sirius," Harry interrupts and says his mind.
Remus looks at the two and says, "Look, we can talk about this later, we have your 'sister' to get, Harry."
Harry and Sirius nod.
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Jake Icarus Spector had been living in this alternate dimension for years now. He had lived in shadows and on the streets, sometimes he had to be a mercenary for money.
He hates killing but he likes surviving more, it's what he knows.
Of course, he had abandoned that straight away when he had found a better way to make money, live and just be out of the way, but that still doesn't mean that he doesn't wake up at night to the screams of the dead.
As a way to not sleep, he had started studying history and then left it, finding it blatantly prejudiced and bigoted. No matter who was the source, whether it be a wizard, goblin or a centaur, the source was biased and small-minded.
Jake had then thought, 'Why not just find the true history? How hard can it really be?'
Turns out, it was hard to dig up thousand-year-old artefacts and then hypothesise how the civilisation could be. He didn't know how muggles did it but he was just winging it as best as he could.
He wrote books and published them, to make sure that the truth could be known, but people didn't really like that, seeing their own kind be the baddies at times.
The muggles were better at owning up to their mistakes, no matter how much blemish it, at least there is truth in other places which can be easily found.
His dream was to see the bigoted be educated to see the error of their ways but that was hopeless to even think about, the magical beings were too prejudiced and hateful of others. They were like sheep with shepherds that sheep themselves, to change that, they needed a Dark Lord to attack them until they changed.
Jake had thought that the British wixen were one of the worst bigots in the world, but after meeting the Baltic wixen, he had been astonished at how much hate they can simply produce, and, of course, the American wixen had simply shocked him with the slurs and the curse words they used.
Jake never gave up though, he kept going.
And, now, he was back home, in London.
When he had first entered this dimension, he had come as a young adult, who was just twenty and was simply disillusioned with the world. He had lived with the muggles, talked a bit with the magical beings and then simply gone on his little adventure.
Now, he was back.
He had thought that since he was just completely drained, he could leave Voldemort to the version of him that was here. He had wanted nothing to do with Great Britain.
Now, he doesn't know if he can trust his version here and wanted to simply have Voldemort killed faster. He could do this, he had done so before. It was when he wasn't Jake Spector.
Jake walked to King's Cross, knowing his younger version would be here and would meet him. They would look similar enough that Jake could identify him.
A young girl came up to him at a really fast pace, she had long red hair and vibrant green eyes. She looked a bit nervous as she said, "Oh, I am so sorry, you look so similar to my brother that I thought you were him."
He gave a small smile and said, "It's no problem, kiddo. I can help you look for your brother if you want, staying alone here isn't the safest, you know."
She looked at him and gave him a bright smile, she said, "Thank you, sir! My brother's name is Harry Potter, he is tall, has black hair and green eyes."
Jake felt taken aback.
He has a sister here.
What the hell is going on here?
He knows James and Lily Potter are dead, so how did this happen?
He didn't show any physical reaction and introduced himself, "My name is Jake Spector, kiddo. Call me Jake."
The kid looked up at him with the widest green eyes that looked to be smiling and said, "I am Violet Potter, si- Jake."
He nodded and looked around, thinking hard about how he got stuck in a situation like this. Either he was a girl here, he had a sibling or he was adopted by a muggle family with the same last name.
None of the options would be the easiest ones to deal with.
He really should have read about this world more, rather than assuming stuff.
Blaming himself internally, he walked around the train station with the young girl beside him. She looked so small and innocent that it was impossible to just not like her.
He noticed that she was very shy and nervous but he just ignored that and acted like nothing was wrong.
This search brought back memories of the past, things he didn't like. He remembered vividly, the day when his godson died because of Jake's mistake. And-
H - Jake shook his head, no need to be roaming the bad memories now. He looked around and spotted a huge black dog with wide eyes. Beside the dog was a young man, who looked oddly similar to Jake.
He had found him.
Harry Potter.
Jake shook his head and then looked down at the girl. He said to her, "I think I can see your brother, kiddo."
Violet's face glowed with happiness as she thanked her. He held her hand and walked her to the dog and the young man. Jake had business but he had promised this girl.
The dog leapt upon the girl and began licking her but Jake looked away, he didn't want to see Sirius yet. Jake still remembered the nightmares about that night.
The young man asked, "Who are you?"
Jake smiled a bit and said, "I am you, Harry Potter."
The boy's eyes widened and he looked around before asking, "Do you want to come home?"
Jake frowned, thinking why did Harry believe him so easily? This made things more confusing. Jake said to Harry, "No, I would rather you come to my home."
Jake took a slip out of his cloak and gave it to Harry. He said, "This is my address, come at five."
_
Jake saw Harry enter through the door just a few minutes before five. He could see that Harry brought a couple of men with him from the chatter outside.
Harry asked, "How did you come here?"
Jake looked at him and answered, "I don't remember, it was years ago. I had come here when I was twenty, which was back in 1982. I don't remember much of what was going on at that time, I was dealing with multiple issues and had just gone on with the flow, not really thinking or questioning stuff."
Sirius and Remus entered the room and stopped as they saw him. Harry noticed that and smirked, he said, "They were planning what to do with you throughout our way."
Remus growled, "Shut up, Harry."
Sirius was still staring at him and then said, "It is unfair, you know. We were going on with our regular weird lives and now, both of you have come from a different dimension and making our weird little lives weirder."
Jake looked at Sirius critically all of a sudden and then at Harry, he asked, "How do you know that I am from a different dimension?"
Harry nervously laughed and answered, "I was the Head Unspeakable as an old man in my dimension, and I changed physical forms to become a teenager. I know transdimensional stuff."
Jake stared at Harry and then said, "I really need a bottle."